Tokyo Psychic

Arcana: Faith

Destructive power: E~B (unable to fight in reality, but can be modified by mental power in the image space, and can burst out to destroy the structure of the building);

Speed: B;

Range: A;

Durability: E~B;

Precision: B;

Growth: A;

Born from the remnants of the heart, this persona possesses the ability to [save] and [load] memories. It can also play music that affects the listener's mind and perception.

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4.

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——"The Almighty, the Lord of All Spirits, the Beginning and Conclusion of Humanity"

Arcana: World

054. To practice magic, first open a harem (two in one)

"Thank you for your hard work today. The commission and hourly wage... add up to exactly 33,000 yen. Please keep this."

"Grateful."

Kurusu Akatsuki carefully folded a few banknotes and stuffed them into his wallet.

He opened the freezer, took out a cup of matcha pudding left over from today's sale, and prepared to go home with a disposable plastic spoon in his mouth.

This stuff is made fresh in the store every day. If it is stored for more than a day and a night, it may affect the taste and flavor.

The cost of dozens of cups of pudding is not high, but if it causes bad reviews from customers because of something like "not fresh", the impact can be serious.

This is the case for most of the small shops that are doing a lot of business in the streets and alleys of Tokyo. The profits brought by word of mouth are far greater than sending people to advertise everywhere.

It sounds a bit like high school students falling in love. Gifts given during holidays can be cheap or expensive, but at least they should be given with care and never be perfunctory.

On the hall clock, the hour hand passed the mark [8], casting a thin, long shadow on the ivory-white dial. The hour hand was listless and moved very slowly, so the second hand had to actively catch up with it, and the two shadows overlapped lightly.

Jing Qin Rencai, carrying her schoolbag, stood on tiptoe to pat Kurusu Akatsuki's shoulder and said, "Let's go. You haven't had dinner yet."

"Why are you still here?" Kurusu Xiaoqing couldn't help but hold tightly the wallet in her left pocket.

He was back, all his memories were back - in his previous life, when his relatives and friends called him out for a drink, he was also patted on the shoulder from behind like this, and as expected, he was always the one who paid the bill before leaving.

"Watch the live show," Jing Qinrencai answered honestly, her voice soft and quick, a bit like a kitten meowing in response to every question from its owner.

"Should I have finished my homework?"

"Not yet."

"Is it because I said we're not going to Kawasaki tomorrow that you're planning to leave it for the weekend?"

"Goo."

Kurusu Akatsuki raised his palm like a knife and chopped it down on Jing Qinrencai's head. He held a plastic spoon in his mouth and mumbled, "What do you want for dinner?"

"Hmm... ramen?" Jing Serina shrank her neck, but did not protest or dodge. She just felt the faint body warmth transmitted through Kurusu Akatsuki's palm, and her deep blue eyes began to flash with a bright light that she herself was not aware of.

"Let's go. I found a delicious ramen restaurant in Shibuya. I'll take you home after we finish eating."

"Oh." Jing Qinren's heartbeat subtly quickened a little.

Two shadows, one long and one short, walked up the stairs and disappeared from Ichichi Xingge's gaze.

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thump.

The heavy bowl of noodles was placed on the table, and the hot soup with grease floating in it created a rainbow glow in the warm light.

The pristine white ramen, distinctly thick and fine, surges and curls like a tidal wave as the bamboo chopsticks stir. The piles of char siu are unshakable reefs, unmoved by the surging waves. A few thinly sliced ​​fish slices rise and fall dramatically with the tsunami of ramen, like small boats drifting on the deep sea, their destination, their destination, even their life and death, all controlled by the wind and water.

The boy took off his glasses, picked up a chopstick of noodles, stuffed it into his mouth, and inhaled it like a storm.

Finally, the barbecued pork was picked open. As the bamboo chopsticks tore it, a lot of shiny oil and water could be seen flowing out from the gaps in the soft meat, and disappeared into the abyss of chewing along with the remaining noodles.

The rich salty and fresh taste blooms on the taste buds, like a torpedo exploding under the sea, making people want to pick up the bowl of noodles and drink a big sip of the soup.

Kurusu Akatsuki pulled a napkin from the table and wiped his sweaty forehead with it. His long thoughts gathered at the corner of his mouth along with his surging thoughts, and finally turned into a sincere and warm "Thank you for the hospitality".

On the right side of the stove in the open kitchen, the chef who was slicing the braised beef very quickly with a kitchen knife gave Kurusu Xiao a shiny thumbs up. Even through the mask, one could see his happy and hearty smile.

At this time, Kurusu Akatsuki looked to the side of him... Jing Qin Rencai was struggling to deal with the noodle soup in the bowl. The portion was clearly the amount that could be finished with just two stirs of chopsticks, but he had to split it into more than ten portions and stuff it into his mouth.

She ate very slowly, but she didn't look elegant. It was as if she was too concerned about other people's opinions and was deliberately lowering her voice and moving lightly.

"Jing Qin."

"Ok?"

"Where are you from, Miss?" Kurusu Akatsuki finally couldn't help but complain. "There's no old, gray-haired butler here constantly telling you, 'Miss, please maintain your manners.'"

Jing Qinrencai's swallowing movement froze for a moment, and then she almost choked.

After a while, she beat her chest and looked at Kurusu Akatsuki, "I just eat slowly!"

"I have a friend who, when sitting near girls during lunch break, would constantly pay attention to their gazes and expressions, and then try his best to make his movements look 'elegant' or 'dignified'."

Jing Qinrencai immediately stomped her feet vigorously, the plastic soles of her shoes colliding with the wooden floor making a dull thud. "Who would stare at your eyes and face while eating?"

The light from the noodle shop shone on her body, dyeing the off-white hoodie a warm hue. A faint blush climbed up the girl's cheeks and spread to her small ears, but they were tightly covered by her hair, making her seem less humble and ashamed.

Kurusu Akatsuki put on his glasses again, stood up, looked around the suddenly quiet store, half-bowed to the customers who were all looking at him, then sat back in his seat and gave a thumbs up to Jing Serina, whose face was completely red.

In a quiet ramen shop, a girl is blushing and at a loss, the chef's knife leaves intermittent afterimages on the chopping board, and the deep sound of a train rolling over the rails can be faintly heard in the distance.

Jing Qin Rencai snorted gloomily, and suddenly turned her face away, refusing to look at Lai Qi Xiao again.

But this action made the bright red and hot ears appear from under the cover of hair, which looked a little cute, making people want to reach out and pinch them.

Kurusu Akatsuki couldn't do such a frivolous thing. He just asked the boss for a cup of hot tea, then took out his mobile phone and opened "FGO".

The noise and commotion caused by the Heroic Spirits releasing their Noble Phantasms made Jing Qin Renna turn back and look curiously at the screen of Kurusu Akatsuki's phone.

Before she knew it, the amount of soup in the big bowl in front of her began to decrease until it was completely empty.

A pair of chopsticks separated and put together, and finally they were placed together next to the bowl.

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Tokyo at night is completely different from Tokyo during the day. Tokyo at night is colorful and exudes a seductive beauty, like a queen in a kimono with a seductive figure, while Tokyo during the day is a sporty girl with simple colors. Looking from a distance, the buildings blend into the background of the sky without any abruptness.

This is a neat and orderly city. Office workers in a hurry jog in and out of the subway, and pedestrians walk very fast, but their movements are regular. Everyone seems to be running on invisible tracks, and few people will deviate from their tracks. People wait silently at the traffic lights to cross the street. The crowd is getting bigger and bigger, but no one is anxious or talking loudly. Then, as the red light turns green, the cars on the street stop completely within a second, and the crowds rush across the streets and disperse along their respective tracks. The red light comes on and the traffic resumes, and a new group of people wait silently under the red light again.

After walking out of the ramen shop, Jing Serina stretched and let out a contented sigh.

She is always like this, her temper comes and goes quickly.

Sometimes, she doesn't even need others to explain or apologize. After a while, she starts looking for her own mistakes and then returns to the original situation in embarrassment.

...Not everyone can unconditionally accommodate her excessive self-willedness.

Of course, this "everyone" does not include Kurusu Akatsuki.

Mr. Phantom Thief of the Mind is a hero who prides himself on having a heart as broad as the Seto Inland Sea. He never cares about the weird thoughts of little girls - after all, he is the one who amuses the child, so of course he has to find a way to deal with it when she loses her temper.

There are still trams running during this time.

Kurusu Akatsuki walked in front of Iserina, passing through the bustling streets of Shibuya.

Light pollution-level advertising screens are spread between the buildings on one side.

"The Big Bang Burger's Cosmic Tower Challenge is in full swing, and we sincerely invite you..."

“Phoenix Squad: Return of the First Generation is released!!!”

"The Moon and the Boy," the latest book by Yuuki Elizabeth, a rising star in Japanese literature, is now on sale! Get a membership card at Ginza Bookstore to enjoy a special price!"

"The solo exhibition of Chinese painting genius Kitagawa Yusuke has been extended to May 5th and moved to 11L of Yinze Building. Tickets are half price for a limited time."

“Valorant Masters Copenhagen will be held on July 7th, and tickets are now available.”

"..."

A thin and sharp beam of light lit up in the dark tunnel.

Then, the tram roared into the station, carrying with it a cold wind.

At the edge of the station, Jing Qingren, who was wearing a hoodie, covered her mouth and subconsciously wanted to sneeze.

Kurusu Akatsuki was quick to pull her hat back, "Be careful, don't fall in."

Then the tram continued to slow down and finally stopped in front of the two people. The Sierra door slowly opened. In the empty carriage, the inky windows could reflect the faces of the boy and girl.

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The busy night has a lazy beauty, which removes the impatience and irritability in work and daily life, making people feel comfortable and relaxed.

Kurusu Akatsuki was walking alone on the street of Shikenjaya.

After sending Jing Qinrencai home, he once again found the loneliness and self-satisfaction of enjoying the night alone.

As usual, he bought a sausage from a nearby 24-hour convenience store, broke it into pieces and fed it to his neighbor's Siamese cat named "Nina", and then he came back to LeBron.

A typhoon is coming to Tokyo and the temperature will drop quickly.

Kurusu Akatsuki, with his upper body naked, began to do aerobic exercises diligently in the attic, sweating profusely.

Wash clothes, take a shower, scrub the pots and pans in the kitchen sink, and finally lie down on the simple little bed with the quilt in your arms, open your phone, and deal with the girls' chattering on the chat software.

The numbers on the timestamp kept jumping and finally stopped at "23:00".

Before going to bed, the Phantom Thief finally cleaned up the last remaining golden apple in "FGO", then said goodnight to "Sherlock" who had accompanied him in his battles on the homepage these days, then set the alarm on his mobile phone, turned over and closed his eyes.

My consciousness quickly sank...

The Velvet Room.

Lavenda sat behind the desk.

The young secretary was wearing a princess dress that looked like children's clothing today. Her delicate face seemed to be full of thoughts, giving her a calm beauty like a doll.

On the table in front of her, several tarot cards were spread out and shining.

Noticing Kurusu Akatsuki's approach, Lavenda asked him in a strange and resentful tone, "How many girlfriends does the master have outside?"

"Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Lavenda pointed at the tarot cards on the table. "This is the symbol of the 'bond' I gathered from you through my dreams. Hmm, I just don't know why the connected characters on the cards are all beautiful girls."

"Don't change the style of your art into a mainstream, hot-blooded comic without your permission." Upon hearing the word "bond," Kurusu Akatsuki became a little allergic.

Lavenda jumped off her chair and flirted with the Phantom Thief, her arms outstretched. Only after he carried her back to the chair did she regain her reassuring smile. "As a contractor of the Velvet Room, you can indeed leverage the power of 'Bonds' to enhance your combat abilities."

"You never told me this before." Kurusu Akatsuki had been a mind thief for seven years and had never heard of such a thing.

"Because of the tragic 'generational gap' incident that occurred in the Velvet Room in the previous world, the knowledge of using such emotions as power was lost."

Lavenda sat in his arms, swinging her porcelain-white legs carelessly. "But now, Master can gradually accumulate strength through 'interpersonal communication'."

As she spoke, her tone became distinctly resentful and unwilling.

"Although I'm unhappy, Lavenda must praise the Master for his diligence and dedication in socializing... In the future, please work harder to win the hearts of more beautiful girls."

The Phantom Thief felt that his personality was being greatly insulted.

But Lavenda simply sneered and stacked the glittering tarot cards on the table to cover his face. "For a master who has achieved 'perfection', the untapped power of 'bonds' may help you reach a higher level."

"So, just think of it as Lavenda's and your own—feel free to start a harem."

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(I'm battling conjunctivitis, so I can only barely guarantee the most basic daily updates recently. Please forgive me.)

(By the way, I'd like to recommend the books of my group friends, original harem and Ark fanfiction, if you are interested, you can pick it up yourself:)

055.RE: Life in Tokyo from Scratch (asking for monthly pass)