Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

When I left Takemi Clinic, I saw a long line at the entrance again.

Mitsui Tsubasa frowned and planned to close his private clinic immediately after the drug research institute was established.

Going to the outpatient clinic every day is such a waste of her time.

He pulled out his cell phone and checked the time, then walked into LeBron Coffee Shop as planned.

Perhaps because it was lunch time and there were a lot of customers today, he had to wait for a while before he got a seat.

He casually ordered a bowl of curry rice. Sakura Sojiro was busy running around and just greeted him briefly.

Mitsui Tsubasa was also happy to have some free time. He pretended to play with his mobile phone, but in fact he was carefully observing the layout of the store.

Especially in corners, where pinhole cameras are most easily hidden.

After a careful search, I found nothing. I don't know if the camera installed by Sakura Futaba is too hidden, or if she hasn't started yet.

After lunch, looking at the customers waiting in line outside the store, Mitsui Tsubasa politely said goodbye to Sojiro.

It seems that if I want to chat with Sojiro next time, I have to choose a time when there are fewer people around.

There are only a few tables in Le Blanc Cafe, and if a few more customers come on weekends, Sojiro will be very busy.

Walking out of the alley, Mitsui Tsubasa got into a special car.

He thought about the scheduled trip for a while, then said to Kotetsu beside him, "Is there a large comprehensive supermarket near the Huiye Building?"

Kotetsu searched on the navigation system and replied, "There is an Odakyu Department Store."

"Then we'll go there."

"Yes, my lord."

After resting for a while with my eyes closed in the car, we arrived at Odakyu Department Store.

Mitsui Tsubasa cheered himself up and took Kotetsu in to do some shopping.

They filled a shopping cart with chocolates, fruit candies, and all kinds of beautifully packaged snacks.

By the way, I also went to the large goods area and bought a Yamaha balance bike.

The maximum speed is 18 km/h and the range is about 40 km, which is just right for use in the impression space.

He paid with his own bank card.

Before returning to the car, Mitsui Tsubasa casually instructed: "Kotetsu, you don't need to report your purchase to your father this time. This is... a gift I'm going to give to Dr. Takemi Tadashi."

He found a reasonable excuse. Although his father wouldn't say anything if he bought some snacks, he bought a lot every week.

We can only drag Wu Jianmiao out to take the blame.

Kotetsu thought for a moment and nodded hesitantly, "Yes, young master."

Return to your residence.

He piled the snacks haphazardly in the storage room.

Mitsui Tsubasa took off his coat and performed a careful security check.

After making sure everything was safe, he staggered to the bed and lay down impatiently.

Today's task was completed successfully and it is only three o'clock in the afternoon.

Get some sleep first, then think about your next course of action.

Chapter 41: Martial Arts Refined Through Thousands of Hammers

In the evening, the afterglow in the sky gradually faded, and the light outside the window began to appear hazy and weak.

In the distance, the hustle and bustle of the city seemed to be wrapped in the soft dusk, and the sound of traffic only floated into the ears softly and intermittently.

Mitsui Tsubasa woke up naturally in the quiet sunset.

This time he didn't set the alarm and enjoyed a rare deep sleep.

He slowly sat up, stretched, then reached out for his cell phone. The screen showed that it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

After ordering a random dinner, Mitsui Tsubasa walked to the bathroom and began to carefully groom himself.

After a while, he finished washing up and stood in front of the French window, refreshed. He stared through the glass at the brightly lit and bustling streets of Tokyo at night, and fell into deep thought.

He had just had a blood test today, and Takemiya had been advised to avoid strenuous physical activity, so he began to think about how to spend his remaining free time.

He glanced at the TV beside him, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to turn it on.

Television programs are mostly filled with meaningless entertainment. Watching them is just a way to kill time and has no practical benefit to him.

After some thought, he decided to continue his kendo practice.

For him, kendo practice has transformed from a combat training into a relaxing and enjoyable form of leisure.

He took a wooden sword from the shelf next to him and began to practice the most basic swordsmanship moves meticulously.

As he practiced over and over again, Mitsui Tsubasa felt his mind becoming more and more focused.

His movements gradually improved, and each swing of the sword seemed more precise and smoother.

In this calm and focused state, he began to understand some of the subtleties behind the moves, and those details and techniques that were not easily noticed in daily life gradually became clear.

"Ding dong."

Suddenly, the sound of a crisp doorbell broke the silence of the night and interrupted Mitsui Tsubasa's contemplation.

He couldn't help but frown, somewhat displeased by this unexpected interruption.

Walking slowly towards the door, he opened it and looked out, then he remembered that he had ordered dinner.

Ignore the flashy waitress.

He pulled the food cart directly into the house and quickly closed the door.

Then, he began to place the food on the table in an orderly manner. His stomach seemed to be following the mood and started growling with hunger.

Soon the table was filled with all kinds of delicious food, which was mouth-watering.

In the middle is a plate of golden and crispy fried chicken, the skin is fried to perfection, the meat inside is tender and juicy, and the aroma is fragrant.

The braised pork next to it is bright red in color, with alternating fat and lean parts. It is stewed until it is soft and delicious and melts in your mouth.

The lush green vegetables dotted around add a touch of fresh color to the meal.

In addition, there is a bowl of hot and sour soup, which is rich and sour and spicy.

The only flaw is the bottle of chilled wine.

Mitsui Tsubasa glanced at the bottle, a hint of disgust on his face, and then put it aside.

He has always looked down on addictive substances such as tobacco and alcohol that are harmful to the body, believing that they are no different from chronic poisons.

He stood up and took out a bottle of iced happy water from the refrigerator.

A real man should drink this!

After tying his napkin carefully, Mitsui Tsubasa began to enjoy his dinner with relish.

While eating, he casually flipped through his cell phone communicator to see if there were any new messages.

One of the benefits of living alone is that you don't have to follow complicated table etiquette when eating.

After eating and drinking, Mitsui Tsubasa simply arranged the tableware and pushed the dining cart out the door. The rest of the cleaning work would naturally be handled by the housekeeping staff.

Standing up and returning to the floor-to-ceiling window, Mitsui Tsubasa pushed the window open completely.

The cool evening breeze happily rushed into the room, and the air indoors suddenly became fresh.

He stood leisurely by the window for a while, enjoying the natural breath brought by the evening breeze.

Then, Mitsui Tsubasa turned and walked towards the storage room.

The snacks he bought in the afternoon have not yet been sorted out, so he plans to use the time after dinner when it is not suitable for strenuous exercise to clean up a little.

Walking into the storage room, it was like a forgotten maze filled with all kinds of miscellaneous items. Various items were scattered on the floor, making it difficult to walk.

Housekeeping staff would not enter such private areas, so Mitsui Tsubasa had to handle it himself.

Taking a deep breath, he began to unpack packages of varying sizes.

Before long, the floor was filled with all kinds of snacks, the most common of which was chocolate, because he always believed that sugar was the best supplement to restore mental strength.

When he opened an opaque brown paper bag, Mitsui Tsubasa was suddenly stunned.

The bag was filled with various letters and some scattered small items.

He had no recollection of purchasing anything like this.

Flipping through the cover of the bag, he found a message left by Kotetsu at the bottom:

[The debris in the school lockers was collected on April 4 and has passed the safety inspection.]

It turned out to be something in the locker. Mitsui Tsubasa nodded. He rarely used that locker and always asked Kotetsu to help him organize it.

He didn't expect his classmates to be so enthusiastic and actually stuffed so many things into his pocket.

He began to look through the letters out of curiosity.

Pink letters, light blue letters, dark purple letters...there are letters of all colors.

He opened a letter, took a quick look, and immediately closed it with a look of toothache on his face.

What the hell is this? The handwriting is ugly and the content is long-winded and has no focus.

I opened a few more letters at random and found that the contents were similar.

These were probably confession letters, but he was not interested in this anonymous way of confession.

Not even having the courage to confess in person, this kind of feeling is more about a lack of responsibility than shyness.

He threw all the letters back into the bag as if they were garbage, and scattered other small items all over the floor.

Looking at the increasingly messy storage room, Mitsui Tsubasa took a deep breath... and pretended not to see it.

Picking up his spare hiking bag, he tried to put in as much of each snack as possible.

If there is one that replenishes an outstanding amount of SP, he can buy that one specifically in the future.

After filling a backpack with snacks, Mitsui Tsubasa did not look back at the messy "crime scene" and turned to leave the storage room.

About half an hour after the meal, he felt his body become light again.

He put his backpack aside and picked up the wooden sword again.

After closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, he gradually regained the feeling of practicing sword.

Swinging the wooden sword slowly, he felt the tension and relaxation of his muscles, and experienced the coordination between every breath and sword move.

The teachings of my teacher from my childhood echoed in my mind:

Kendo is not only a martial art, it is also a spiritual practice, a pursuit of ultimate control over body and mind. Every swing of the sword is a test of one's will.

As he swung his sword, the scene of the battle in the memory space gradually emerged in his mind.

His consciousness seemed to be split into two, one half was fighting fiercely with the shadow, and the other half was standing aside, quietly observing and thinking about the pros and cons of every sword swing.

As time went by, his sword moves became sharper and sharper, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, and each sword was aimed directly at the vital points of the imaginary enemy.

The sword was flying, Mitsui Tsubasa's breathing became rapid, and sweat had already soaked his sportswear.

Suddenly, his sword style changed. It was no longer limited to a single repetitive movement. The wooden sword danced in front of him like a flying swallow.

The graceful arcs were like dancing ink, and the trajectory drawn by the sword tip was like the horns of an antelope, leaving no trace.

The sword of thoughtlessness comes quietly.

After a long time, Mitsui Tsubasa slowly put away his sword, exhaled a long breath, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, and slowly sat down to rest.

Sweat had soaked through his clothes, forming an irregular circle under his body.

His arms felt heavy, as if he was carrying a thousand-pound burden. Even the light wooden sword in his hands began to tremble slightly.

However, Mitsui Tsubasa's face was filled with a happy smile.