My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

"It's really not a dream."

Tamaki Hikaru covered his face with his hands, the sunlight was a bit dazzling.

It seemed that he had slept, but he didn't seem to have rested.

Yesterday, I spent a lot of energy to deal with Aitaniti, but as soon as I fell asleep in bed, I was pulled over by Hosokawa Tamako again.

Regarding the sudden need to kiss a girl to absorb the essence, Hosokawa Tamako seemed to be very flustered, and got into his dream again at night to ask.

This ability is really difficult to evaluate. You can just sleep and get into your dreams, and you can't even defend yourself against it.

After finally persuading her to go back, I replenished her energy a little before leaving.

This night, it was like not sleeping at all.

I got some rest physically, but not at all mentally, and all kinds of messy things still lingered in my mind.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Tamagi-kun, it's time to get up, it's time to go to school!"

The familiar witch knocking on the door sounded regularly. This guy had obviously lost his vest, but he still looked like he was enjoying it.

Tamaki Hikaru opened the door, and the witch outside the door smiled brightly, and her golden hair shone in the sun.

"Tamagi-kun, you haven't even changed your clothes yet. Did you not sleep last night?"

As one of the culprits who disturbed Tamaki Hikaru's thoughts and caused him to not sleep well all night, Aitaniti chuckled lightly without any guilt at all.

Suddenly throwing away so much news and problems, in the end, a dilemma was left for Mitsuru Tamaki to make, which made people struggle for a long time.

"magic."

"Hmm? Tamaki-kun, what did you say?"

Aitaneeti listened intently.

"If you use magic, you can help me put on my clothes and everything in an instant. That won't be a problem, right?"

"It's not polite for you to ask for this kind of thing."

Aitaniti took a step forward, closed the door, and clapped her hands gently.

The uniform danced like a gentleman at a ball, sticking to Tamaki Hikaru's body.

The toothbrush and cup hit each other and flew over, allowing Tamaki Hikaru to experience the feeling of being served.

In less than two minutes, everything was put away. The towel rubbed Tamaki Hikaru's face before finally floating back.

"Magic is such a convenient thing. It's no wonder that even though you are clumsy, you still keep everything tidy. It's all thanks to magic."

"The second half of the sentence is redundant."

Aitaniti looked at Tamaki Hikaru's face and took his hand with satisfaction.

"Sa, let's go."

The familiar tram, during the free time when the tram was swaying, Tamaki Hikari tried to inquire about magic from Aitaniti.

But the witch was very strict in her tone. She did not mention the principles or methods of the magic she used. Instead, she focused entirely on the content of mysticism.

Even though he knew that this was a trap used by the witch to lure him, Tamaki Hikaru was still very moved.

Until he arrived at the school gate, Tamaki Hikari didn't pry out any useful information. Instead, he learned a lot more messy occult knowledge.

Is this considered pre-school training? The same goes for the owner of the library, who wrote a lot of occult knowledge that has nothing to do with the main topic.

So much so that in class and when he skipped class and went to the library, Tamaki Hikaru was worried about this matter and was very concerned about it.

"Yachiyo, do you really think magic doesn't exist?"

Tamaki Mitsuru closed the book in his hand and asked Yachiyo Yayoi who was standing aside.

"This is the eighth time you've asked me today. Do you care that much?"

Yachiyo Yayoi responded while looking at her book without raising her head.

"My answer is still the same. I haven't seen it, and I don't know if it exists."

"What about witches? Since there are witches, they should know a little bit about spirit removal or onmyoji, right?"

Tamaki Hikaru continued to ask without giving up.

"Then you should ask the witch directly, am I not one?"

"But if I have to say it, I used to be considered half a clergyman."

Yachiyo Yayoi raised her head.

"As far as my own experience is concerned, most of them don't have any supernatural abilities. They just rely on the body that has been tempered for a long time."

"A shrine maiden can do more than just dance. The so-called paper-tied talisman is the predecessor of a spear and a naginata."

Tamaki Hikaru imagined Jinguji Jouri's thin figure, wielding a naginata to kill people.

Indeed, it seems more secure than using talisman paper.

Sure enough, is the Body Transformation Department the real answer?

Tamaki Hikaru was thinking about whether he should go to the Meat Modification Department for a good workout later.

"No, this has nothing to do with whether you can fight or not. The important point is Master. That is a man's dream."

Recalling my original purpose, I almost missed the point of the problem due to temporary utilitarianism.

Yachiyo Yayoi rolled her eyes at him.

"Didn't I tell you about this problem a long time ago? Find the vampire's first embrace. According to her bloodline, the probability that you can inherit the blood curse is quite high."

Tamaki Hikaru shook his head, couldn't he have his cake and eat it too? Do we have to exchange Gil for strength?

Just as he was about to say something more, Tamaki Hikaru's cell phone rang twice in his pocket.

"No more, I'm leaving first, I still have some things to do."

After taking a look, Tamaki Hikaru stood up and said goodbye to Yachiyo Yayoi.

"Oh, but did you forget something today?"

"Ok?"

"Didn't you say you have a new knife? You always need to try it, right? Do you want to try it?"

Yachiyo Yayoi put down the book, lifted her hair, exposed her smooth neck, and stared directly at Tamaki Hikari.

"A good knife, it would be a shame if it didn't cut something."

"It would be even more of a pity if the person holding the knife can't even do the most basic slashing."

Between his words and his eyes, he was constantly urging Tamaki Hikaru, and his eyes were also quite complicated.

"You are really perverted."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Crack!"

The sharp blade sliced ​​open the rolled-up straw mat, leaving a smooth cut.

Kamiizumi Ono exhaled slowly, sheathed his sword, and was sitting on the floor of the kendo club. He closed his eyes and recalled the slash just now.

There seems to be a flaw in it. It might be better if it were a little quicker when taking action.

Sure enough, the progress of cutting straw mats is still too slow, if...

"who?!"

The sharp gaze shot out like a blade, but the figure standing at the door of the Kendo Club seemed not to feel it at all.

"Sorry, today is not the kendo club's event time. If you want to join the kendo club, please come back next week."

After seeing a thin girl at the door, Kamiizumi Ono straightened his expression and spoke as softly as possible.

"I didn't come to join the kendo club."

Jōri Jinguji stood at the door and said softly.