Tokyo Wingman King

It started raining heavily outside at some point.

There was a flash of white light, rumble of thunder exploded in the distance, and huge drops of water knocked against the windows of the house.

Mixed with the knocking sounds were tinkling sounds, as if someone outside was poking the glass with nails.

Inside the house that was like a refuge, people were lying all over the floor, and he was the only one who could move freely.

Asana vaguely heard someone shouting - please open the window.

But his intuition told him that no, he must not open the window.

But the tinkling sound now turned into a clapping sound, and the sound seemed to be getting louder and louder.

The sound of a girl crying was also heard, and he felt that it sounded familiar. The voice sounded like Sasami from the welfare home, and sometimes like Maya Higashinaga.

[The earth no longer produces, it devours; the sky no longer rains, it rains iron.]

I don't know who is reciting Brecht's poems.

The cries outside turned into screams, and then into barely audible moans.

The roof also began to shake, and the blood-stained iron sword pierced into the ceiling.

There was another slapping sound outside.

The left atrium and right atrium, and the left ventricle and right ventricle started fighting.

Asana's conscience began to ache.

His instinct told him that he couldn't open the window again. If a demon came in, they would all die lying on the ground.

You can’t open the window!
He closed his eyes, resisting the urge to open the window and the desire to see how many people were lying on the ground.

I silently thought to myself that the door was locked and the window would not be opened again.

Sure enough, it can’t be done.

He still walked to the window.

When he opened the curtains, what he saw was not what he expected - what was flapping against the window was a buzzing fly that was the size of a child's arm.

monster
Asana looked at this monster and the piles of monsters behind him, which were pierced one by one by the iron swords falling from the sky and were fixed to the ground.

I do not know how long it has been.

The iron rain finally stopped.

As far as the eye could see outside the window, there were no living monsters.

But the sky did not clear.

The monsters turned into naked children with blurry faces, as if the ugly flying insects he had just seen were just his own illusion.

Asana remained silent.

A strange, mocking voice came from under the floor.

"Haven't you figured it out yet? Your kindness is just an imitation of those people. You are just a sophisticated, selfish hypocrite. In the end, you will only represent the interests of your class. You are just an ordinary person. You cannot represent all the people. The fact is that ordinary people will regard anyone who destroys the beautiful status quo of their lives as a monster. Ordinary people who gain power will become real monsters.

Hahahahahaha!!!"

Suddenly, my body was embraced by warmth.

All the noise disappeared.

Smooth, soft arms roamed and caressed his body.

"Honey, what are you daydreaming about? Shall we continue what we left unfinished yesterday?"

"Hehe, you look so energetic~Ah——Woo~~~"

"So cunning! I'll take care of that mouth."

Asama woke up from a nightmare.

When he lifted the quilt, his pants were not dirty, but he looked very energetic.

The brain-awakening effects of [Night Wandering] and [Staying Up Late] were activated at the same time. Asana looked at the time, it was 4:45.

That means I only slept for 2 hours.

Recall the dream you just had.

Is it a rebound after suppressing desire?
Asana covered her face, her schedule couldn't be this shady anymore.
If I go to bed at 9pm and wake up at 12pm, does it count as staying up late?

Unfortunately, I can’t do the experiment today because Fuzugawa’s performance will last until 9: p.m.

Although feeling tired, he was not sleepy at all, so Asana got up decisively and started washing up.

Yes.

In terms of my heart and soul, I am just an ordinary person. Even though I focus on the sublime, in fact I have always been indulging in the stable and gradual daily life.

His so-called self-discipline and hard work are just self-discipline and hard work within his comfort zone.

He does not have the wisdom to save everyone, nor does he have the kindness to save everyone, and most importantly, he does not have the goal to save everyone.

That's it for now.

If you can't carry Mount Tai across the North Sea, then you can't do it; if you want to break branches for the elders, you have to do your best.

He wasn't the one who caused the iron rain, so just do what you can.

Asana wiped his face dry, then wiped his glasses alternately with wet tissues and glasses cloth. He patted his face to cheer himself up.

He took out the clothes from the dryer and dried them in the sun, then folded the clothes that Xiao Liu had borrowed from him and put them in a bag.

Yesterday was pretty boring too.

After Pochi vomited, the drinking party that was supposed to be a rehearsal before the Death Samurai band's live performance, but was actually for Fuzugawa and her friends, ended just like that.

After taking off his clothes and washing off Pochi's dinner and midnight snack, Asana packed his wet clothes, put on the leather vest that Koyanagi used in the practice room, carried Pochi on his back, and hailed a taxi, accompanied by a group of people and watched by a large group of Tokyo night wanderers.

It was already 1: in the morning when we sent Futami, Mashima, and Pochi to rest at Futami's house.

After getting Pochi, who was locked on his back and refused to get down, onto the sofa, Futami made him a cup of black tea. The temperature of the tea was very high, making his mouth feel dry.

The girls showed no signs of fatigue from practicing or staying up late, and their spirits were higher than usual. Asama, who was almost topless, attracted their attention with every move, making them blush and feel uneasy.

They connected with Masumi Ichijo who had just returned home after finishing her work, and said that the position of keyboard player of [Constraint BAND] would be reserved for her forever.

"Hero-kun, can you spare some time to play a song called "Dream of Love" for me during this period?"

Ichijo, who was still wearing an evening gown and had performed successfully at Ms. Ebi's private concert, rested his chin on one hand and asked with a slightly frown.

"Well - I will definitely learn to play the drums well, beat Ah Shui's head to pieces, and then kick Ah Shui out of the band. Girls are enough."

The drunk Pochi talked just as much as she did when she was sober.

"Shizue/Shizue-kun, please rest here today."

Futami and Majima helped Pochi finish his bath, and gently tried to persuade Asama to stay.

Asama's self-control dropped by 30% at night, but he still held on to his bottom line and was proud of his successful escape last night.

Of course, the price was depressing nightmares and a jump in [Personality Conflict Value] to 32%.

Up about 5% a day
Will my personality change in 2 weeks?
Asama became concerned about the safety of his upcoming trip to Europe.

If suppressing sexual desire will increase the personality conflict value, then what will happen if it is released?

Asana opened his cell phone in the bathroom, and for a moment he didn't know what material to use.

If he just looked at the legs, he would quickly enter a state of meditation, like observing the brushstrokes of famous paintings in an art gallery.

Wouldn't it be weird to watch anime without feeling involved?
3D or 2D?
He hit his head and quickly closed the web page that had not been opened on his mobile phone.

The skills of strengthening self-control during the day took effect.

Asana imagined the picture of a macho man for a while, changed into sportswear, drank a glass of lemon water, and went out for a morning run.

After returning from morning exercise, he left a message for Erjian and the others, confirming again that they would gather at his place at noon.

He sat at his desk and made a study plan for nearly six hours in the morning.

I spent 2 hours learning a foreign language, 2 hours reading a popular science article introducing structuralism, the Prague School, the Copenhagen School, descriptive linguistics, cognitive linguistics and other linguistic schools, and read the second edition of Chomsky's "Syntactic Structures", a pamphlet that revolutionized linguistics, computer language and even philosophy in the mid-20th century. I also spent more than an hour learning computer programming.

The three types of knowledge can be applied to other similar situations.

Asama felt very satisfied. He benefited a lot from the analysis of English phrase structure and conversion rules in "Syntactic Structure".

As long as Mr. Kashiwagi doesn't go crazy, I'm more likely to get a full score in English next semester.

dong dong dong.

"We're back, Ah Shui~~~Is lunch ready~~~I'm starving!!!"

Pochi's mumbling came from the entrance.

Seeing her rushing into the kitchen excitedly, she didn't look drunk at all like she did last night.

People of Russian descent have strong recovery abilities.

I had the urge to throw her out the door.

In the Crayon Shin-chan animation, when the Nohara family saw their neighbors, the Shirin family of Hatogaya, come uninvited and eat and drink for free, they must have had the same complicated feelings, right?
Because they are going to a LIVE HOUSE in the evening, the three girls are all dressed very hotly today.

Futami took out the rock outfit that he had kept at the bottom of his closet and that he had never dared to wear in the past.

Futami, with her hair tied in low twin ponytails, was dressed like Misa Amane from Death Note.

She wore a plaid skirt, a mock-collar shirt, a lace vest, and black thick-soled sandals from Dr. Martens in the Asian style. She also accessorized with fine mesh suspender stockings, black and white patterned sleeves, a Chrome Hearts flame cross necklace, and a hollow belt. She had changed her previous image of a perfume girl and looked like a sweet little devil.

Jiandao is cool to the core, dressing in the androgynous style of NANA.

A denim skirt with a black tank top that shows her belly. The tank top has a rock music hand gesture made of an electrocardiogram printed on it. She wears a black cross-stud choker collar from SMFK around her neck.
A set of sportswear from Adidas.

According to her, none of the rock-style clothes that Futami wore would fit her. Pochi puffed up her cheeks and weighed the kitchen counter with both hands. Adidas seemed unable to fit her not-too-small upper body.

"Um-Ashui, is there only curry today?"

I was busy studying in the morning and only made curry for lunch.

“And rice.”

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Asama glanced at Pochi, who was lying on the kitchen counter, stretching with his butt sticking up like a cat, and said unhappily,

"You are such a grown-up, you can make whatever you want to eat yourself."

"Ashui is getting more and more lazy."

Asama directly handed a cooking pot to Pochi.

"Here, boil some eggs."

"No, if it's egg dishes, I want to eat this~~~A Shui made it for me~~~"

Pochi showed Asama the photo on his phone. It was Eggs Benedict - a combination of poached eggs, bacon and toast.

Futami and Jiandao both looked at the interaction between father and daughter with envy.

“Isn’t this breakfast?”

Asama asked.

"We didn't have breakfast."

After hearing what Pochi said, Asana looked at Futami and Mashima, and the two girls blushed.

Don't the three nuns have water to drink?
"So, for brunch, eggs Benedict is more suitable, and it doesn't take much time."

"There's no toast at home, Boqi, go downstairs and buy a bag."

“Can’t we order takeout?”

“No Eggs Benedict then.”

"I'll go down and buy it."

Jiandao raised his hand, Asama shook his head and looked at Pochi expressionlessly.

After staring at each other for 10 seconds, Pochi chose to surrender.

Because I added some extra dishes at the last minute, there was still half a pot of beef curry left.

Asama covered it with plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator.

When Jiandao saw this scene, she remembered the rumor in the class that Asama used to live a frugal and even tight life. However, recently, Asama has been spending money more and more lavishly, and most of it was spent on them.

Make frugal people become extravagant, and make people who like to be alone socialize every day.

She felt a little guilty, though it was insignificant compared to her desire to stay with him.

"Still water."

Asama, who was washing dishes between Futami and Majima, stopped.

"what happened?"

"Now, do you prefer to eat with others or alone?"

"Let's eat together. It's actually quite nice to chat while eating."

Asana answered without a second's hesitation.

Futami, who had been educating everyone about rock bands during lunch, also smiled and said,
"As lifelong friends, we can eat together every day, forever~"

No, friends are not that kind of relationship, Asama thought.

"As compensation for us accompanying you, Ah Shui, please cook seriously in the future!"

Pochi took a can of Fanta from the refrigerator and drank it happily.

"Then I'd better eat alone."

Asana thought, when you let others break your boundaries again and again, it is no longer others who break your boundaries, but you who break your own boundaries.

The girls looked at each other. They knew that Asana was the one who said one thing and meant another in this regard.

Futami wiped Asama's hands with a dry towel and winked at him.

"Don't worry, Jingshui-kun, you can let me cook for you every day~"

After packing up, they set off for Roppongi before 2pm.

It was a sunny afternoon in Tokyo on August 8.

The temperature is not suitable for human travel, and it burns everything under the light.

Just as water molecules in hot water move faster, most Tokyo residents on the street also took out the state of race walking, passing through one section of road after another without any shadows.

Asama, who was carrying a backpack and playing the electric guitar, did not use an umbrella. He walked alone to escape the heat and create the wind.

The temporary peripheral stalls in front of LIVE HOUSE have been set up.

As the only sponsor of this LIVE performance, advertisements of Daigo Shoya can be seen everywhere.

I don’t know if it’s because there are so many unemployed people who love rock music, but the 4-meter-wide road leading to the stalls is already a bit congested.

All you see are guys dressed in strange clothes, including those dressed in styles such as death rock, gothic rock, glam rock, and art punk with metal inserts all over their faces.

The Death Samurai band, with its diverse styles, has apparently become more popular.

"Hello, teacher!!!"

"Hello, Teacher!!!" x6
Asana took a look at the stall owners who greeted him and recognized that they were all members of the Infinite Society.

Asama pulled over Daiki's deputy Nohara Ryohei and asked,
"Aren't you supposed to be in charge of security? How come you guys are also in charge of the stall?"

"Brother Heping let us give it a try first and learn from the experience. After all, we will have to rely on the stall to support our brothers in the future~"

Nohara's eyes full of revolutionary passion made Asana feel a little emotional.

".Where's Dahui?"

"I'm practicing with Big Sister at the LIVE HOUSE. Today, we [ZERO Boundary Band] will also be performing like Big Sensei! Of course, I also wish Big Sensei, Futami-san, Majima-san, and Bochi-san all the best~"

Nohara glanced at the group of beautiful girls behind Asama and bowed politely.

The other members of the Infinite Society also repeated the same actions.

Asana closed his eyes for a few seconds, then turned his gaze to a tall and handsome man in the distance who was carrying a guitar.

Everyone's attention quickly followed Asana's gaze and was attracted to the handsome guy.

[Akalin!] It is very useful, but it is a pity that it can only be used once in 24 minutes.

Asama looked at the things on sale at the stalls - there were several albums of Death Samurai, T-shirts, hats and a series of band accessories related to charity themes, lyrics books hand-painted by Fuzugawa, and nougat made by children from the welfare home. The rest were basically some handicrafts, small items and snacks.

Spending nearly the same amount of money as a love letter, Asana bought a set of peripheral products for everyone in the love consultation club.

"Fuzuigawa-san is at the other end, near the entrance to the LIVE HOUSE, doing a book signing."

Nohara handed over the bag and reminded Asana.

"Well, thank you."

Wearing an anarchist shirt that paid tribute to Malcolm of the Sex Pistols, Fuzukawa sat at a table and signed autographs for people.

Asana was carrying a lot of bags and stood next to the sign that said [Waiting time here is 1 hour], secretly sighing at how popular Fushigi Rize was.

"Hey~ Teacher, long time no see."

Someone hit the guitar behind me, and it turned out to be Migyoin and Fukasawa.

"It's very lively here~~~ Yue-chan~"

Fukasawa, who had hit Asama on the back, hugged Futami and rubbed himself against her.

Miyukiin shrugged and smiled at the expressionless Asama.

The squad leader went to Australia with Ying Si. He became much darker, but his noble temperament was still there.

"Have you grown taller again?"

Gogyoin Seiji noticed that the height difference between him and Asama was shrinking rapidly, and he couldn't help but look at the soles of Asama's shoes.

Asama took one off.
".No internal increase."

"Okay, okay, put it back on!"

Migyoin looked at Asama and found that he had become handsome again, so he put his arm around his arm and pointed to the column of the performing band on the poster next to him - [Restraint BAND].

"You're not going to perform on stage dressed like this, are you?"

Yugyoin thinks Asama is not rock enough and is dressed too plainly. Shouldn’t he at least wear earrings and a necklace?
"Ah."

"Good for you."

Suddenly there was a commotion in the team in front, and a band walked towards Asama.

The leader was a guy with a lip ring and fierce eyes.

Asama knew him, so Daigo Shoya invited the lead singer of the popular independent rock band Old Apple World to sing backing songs.

"Are you Asama Shizumizu, the drummer of [Constraint BAND]?"

Hearing this, Asana turned his head to look at Fuzugawa who was looking at him. She smiled and waved at him. (End of this chapter)