My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

Under the quiet and peaceful light, the girl lifted her long hair, revealing the gradually healing wound on her neck.

This should have been an extremely scary scene, but the new flesh that was slowly healing was rosy and white, making it look much better.

This is probably just replacing old blood with new blood, right?

Tamaki Hikari scratched his chin, avoiding Yachiyo Yayoi's questioning gaze, and suppressed some strange thoughts in his heart.

"Isn't that what you said? You can do it anytime. It doesn't matter if you attack by surprise."

Tamaki Hikaru thought that Yachiyo Yayoi was deliberately pretending to be full of flaws and wanted to teach him something.

So after getting tired of chewing through those stiff manuscripts, Tamaki Hikaru thought of some dangerous ideas and implemented them.

As a result, Yachiyo Yayoi, who was addicted to reading, was killed by Tamaki Hikari without realizing it.

Well. This is definitely not the reason of Tamaki Hikari, but Yachiyo Yayoi's own reason.

He used a small dagger, but in the end it had the effect of cutting in two, directly causing critical hits and weak point damage.

Yachiyo Yayoi was definitely unlucky.

Yachiyo Yayoi's face showed a little shyness. She seemed to have said that, but she still wanted to save face.

"It seems that you still picked a good opportunity, just like seizing the moment when animals relax when drinking water."

"Shouldn't it be La?"

Tamaki Hikaru subconsciously answered, but was forced back by Yachiyo Yayoi's eyes.

Can't the metaphor sound a little nicer?

"Humph, it seems that the purpose of your visit today is not to read a book, so let me give you some advice."

Yachiyo Yayoi closed the book in her hand and her tone became dangerous.

Losing face is a trivial matter. Anyway, she has lost face in front of Tamaki Hikari not once or twice.

But it was very unpleasant to interrupt her interest in reading and take her away from the sweet and sad tragic atmosphere.

Yachiyo Yayoi rolled up her sleeves and prepared to teach Tamaki Hikari how to protect herself in the face of an enraged monster.

This is definitely not revenge, but a sincere teaching heart.

"No, no, I'm really here to read a book."

Tamaki Hikaru quickly raised his hands to surrender. He knew his own weight. If he agreed to this, he might be tortured in many ways.

Fortunately, Yachiyo Yayoi was not as willful as a certain vampire. As soon as Tamaki Hikaru was convinced, she curled her lips and took it back.

"Then let's add one more thing. Of course, sneak attacks are possible at any time, but in order to make the simulation more realistic, I may also take the initiative to attack you."

"After all, the real situation is not necessarily that you sneak attack on others, but that others sneak attack on you."

This is obviously an excuse to vent your anger sometimes, right?

Tamaki Hikaru glanced at her helplessly, but was unable to refute, so he could only acquiesce.

"By the way, do you know kendo?"

Tamaki Hikaru turned over the manuscript in his hand and asked casually.

"I recently got a pretty good sword, and I was thinking about learning the art of swordsmanship to avoid wasting it."

"Kendo?"

Yachiyo Yayoi shook her head.

"If you tell me how to get hacked, I'm quite experienced, but I don't know how to hack someone."

"For example, how to hide when being slashed may look serious but is not fatal in fact."

"You should keep these skills for yourself. I still don't want to be hacked like this in my life."

Tamaki Hikaru rejected this kind of knowledge that can only be useful if it is based on being beaten.

With his small body, he would be killed or crippled with a knife.

"There is no way. If you want to learn how to kill people, you must first learn how to be killed. This is such a dangerous thing among cold weapons."

For all those who can continuously survive cold weapon confrontations and reach the top, in addition to talent, experience and intuition, what is even more indispensable is luck.

Every sword fight is a game with the opponent, a game that cannot tolerate mistakes.

"You're right. Sure enough, I should learn to shoot, right?"

I still fell behind when it came to playing with knives. Sure enough, I should find a chance to get a gun license and practice my marksmanship.

"But if you want to know more, why don't you go to the kendo club? I remember."

Yachiyo Yayoi recalled some vague memories.

"About when did it come? I remember hearing someone say that the Kendo Club had received some kind of honor."

She had stayed in this library for too long, and the human time scale was a little slow for Yachiyo Yayoi.

She only remembered that it was not called the Kendo Club at that time, the school was still an ordinary bungalow, and the students' attire was also very different from now.

It's a pity that her memory is never that good. Maybe she died too many times and many things have settled to the bottom of her brain.

"All in all, it should be quite powerful. You can go and have a look."

Tamaki Hikaru nodded and took note, but he was a little uneasy.

In the Kendo Club, I think there shouldn't be anything so outrageous, at most.

After a beautiful girl practices kendo, her feet are filled with sweat?

Tamaki Hikaru lacks imagination and can only think of such a possibility.

After all, this isn't fencing, so no matter how strange it is, it shouldn't be too strange.

But before that, Tamaki Hikari had some other things he wanted to ask.

"Do you know who owns these manuscripts? I'm curious as to who wrote these things."

In fact, there are not many in these manuscripts that actually contain magic as clearly as that day.

Most of them are fantasies that seem impossible to ordinary people, like the nonsense of a hysteric attack.

Put together with various esoteric and unclear nouns, Tamaki Hikaru gnawed for a long time, and learned more about mysticism.

Other things seem to have been learned, but they also seem not to have been learned.

If it weren't for the fact that the dice was still on Tamaki Hikaru's body, he would have doubted whether there was any point in reading these manuscripts.

Basically, they are all illusory things. Even from a magic point of view, they are quite outrageous. They are things that can only appear in comics.

"Well, I don't know either. It would be better for you to ask the vampire about this kind of thing than me, right?"

Yachiyo Yayoi is just a wage earner, how could she know so much?

"Just curious, just asking by the way."

To be honest, it’s usually hard not to think about it too much.

If a person has been doing the same job for decades, if there is really no other secret, he probably won't be able to do it at all.

Although Yachiyo Yayoi is not an ordinary person.

But is it really just out of habit and trouble that I haven’t left here?

However, Tamaki Hikaru just asked casually and had no intention of finding out.

Even if Yachiyo Yayoi really has any secrets, it is the right thing to do.