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Mushoku Tensei: Sword, Magic Hats, and the Romance System [58]

“I knew something was off, Allen. You suddenly insisted on escorting me back, all while playing it cool like you just wanted to walk me a bit of the way. Turns out you were coming back here—to take out the bandit stronghold.”

“But why didn’t you tell me? Why go through all that, send me away first, then sneak back by yourself? I figured something was wrong as soon as you left. Thought back on everything from last night… yeah, it was here. This exact spot where you d...

Mushoku Tensei: Sword, Magic Hats, and the Romance System [57]

Anyone who kills often will tell you this:

Taking a life is easy. Disposing of the body is hard.

But that logic doesn’t really apply on the continent of swords and sorcery. In a world where people die by the dozens each day—and where slavery is still legal in many countries—the idea of human rights is something of a luxury.

Corpse disposal? Not a problem. There’s no need to “dispose” of bodies—just dump them.

Be it a foul canal outside t...

Mushoku Tensei: Sword, Magic Hats, and the Romance System [56]

Blades shimmered beneath the firelight as over thirty bandits twisted and surged toward Allen.

He braced himself low, eyes sweeping rapidly across his surroundings.

The roar of shouting, the sharp clash of blades cutting through air, the rustle of leaves beaten by the northern wind—all of it flooded his senses.

Flickering silhouettes blurred his vision.

But he heard it clearly. Amid the chaos and dissonance—

The tangible killing intent. The subtle thread of i...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [80]

After morning practice with the soccer team, Tanaka Kōta returned to the classroom to find Kitahara Takeru just standing at the door, not going in.

One step closer, and he understood why—Ōtani Shōta was currently wailing like a banshee inside.

Kōta immediately raised his voice on purpose: “Yo! Isn’t that our resident superstar? What’s the matter, stuck at the door?”

Everyone in class turned their heads to look at Takeru.

“Superstar! Gimme an autograph�...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [79]

One night and you want 5.78 million from me?

Between the two of us, which one’s the actual gangster here?

This racket moved faster than robbery.

“Ryūtō-san, I can write you an IOU.”

To be honest, even Takeru himself found this ridiculous.

But with 500,000 system points on the line, he wasn’t about to give up so easily.

Ryūtō Momo tilted her head, arms folded. “You in debt or something?”

If he was truly strapped for ca...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [78]

“With me watching your back, who’d dare lay a finger on you?”

It sounded cocky, sure. Bold even. But in most cases, Ryūtō Momo did have the strength to back up her words.

Keyword: most.

That strength didn’t quite apply when the person in question was Kitahara Takeru.

“If—and I’m just saying if, totally hypothetical…”

Takeru chose his words with extreme care, mentally editing every sentence before he spoke to avoid se...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [77]

“It’s me, Ryūtō-san—please help me.”

Kitahara Takeru didn’t care how Ryūtō Momo recognized him. Right now, getting out of this situation took top priority.

Ryūtō Momo narrowed her eyes further, her expression growing stranger by the second.

Hoh? It really is him?

She had honestly thought she’d mistaken him for someone else.

“Auntie, he’s with me. Go find someone else.”

Her tone was flat, unreadable.

Just like that perp...

Weren’t You Only Using Me As A Stand-in? [76]

“Wow, men like that actually exist?”

After hearing Kitahara Takeru recount what happened at dinner tonight, Yukinoshita Haruno’s eyes widened in disbelief, as if her entire worldview had just been upended.

“I always thought guys like that only existed in soap operas. Didn’t think I’d ever see one in real life.” Haruno held her cocktail glass in one hand, sighing with a mix of amusement and horror.

Takeru popped a slice of watermelon into his mouth. “That’s ...

Restricted-Class Shinigami [65]

The Kuchiki family’s promised gift arrived the very next day—far more generous than Nobu had expected.

Fifty million kan.

Naturally, he accepted it with unrestrained delight, even though he knew this amount wasn’t even a drop in the bucket for the Kuchiki clan.

Since arriving in this world, Nobu had never seen that much money in one place. The entire budget for the cultural festival had barely reached a few million.

With money in hand, he suddenly felt l...

Restricted-Class Shinigami [64]

First Division Barracks.

After being picked up by a squad from the Third Division, Nobu was brought here to assist with the debrief.

He didn’t hold anything back, giving a general account of the battle. He knew the barrier corps likely had surveillance footage—just like last time.

Once he’d finished his report, the recording officer asked him, “Do you have any known enemies?”

Enemies?

The question made Nobu pause and t...

Restricted-Class Shinigami [63]

Nobu looked up at the figure standing on the rooftop and suddenly let out a laugh. “You’re not… Sanada Ryōichi, are you?”

Sanada Ryōichi—the Twelfth Division member deemed responsible for the last field internship incident, still at large and never apprehended.

The figure didn’t respond. Probably avoiding speaking so his voice couldn’t be identified.

Since there was no reply, Nobu began to consider—was this man’s purpose simply to gauge his strength, or w...

Restricted-Class Shinigami [62]

“An internship?”

Nobu looked at Shūhei in surprise.

“Yeah, this time it’s Class B,” Shūhei nodded.

It had been quite a while since their last field internship in the Human World. Because Class A’s curriculum was significantly more advanced than the others, it was only now Class B’s turn.

“You leading the team again?” Nobu asked.

“Our class is joining up with some students from Class B as overseers. If you don’t go, then yeah—I’ll be le...

Restricted-Class Shinigami [61]

Kendo Dojo, Dusk.

Shūhei was in the middle of yet another brutal session.

With a sharp clang of clashing steel, his Asauchi slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor.

He looked down at his trembling right hand, still faintly twitching from the pain, then glanced at the sword lying on the ground.

From across the room, Nobu spoke lazily. “Pick it up. Again.”

Shūhei bent down to retrieve his sword—but his ha...

Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [475]

Xerneas's appearance instantly illuminated the entire forest, exposing every Team Rocket member hiding in the shadows.

Seeing their ambush blown, Archer dropped all pretense.

“Everyone, charge! Rescue Boss Giovanni!”

There was no need for inspiring speeches—given Giovanni's authority in Team Rocket, these words alone were enough.

As expected, all the Team Rocket grunts instantly surged forward, ignoring August entirely as they rushed recklessly toward Koga and "G...

Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [474]

Gary was filled with bitter resentment. Had August tricked him fewer times in the past, he’d definitely have believed him just now!

August: Oh, now it's my fault?

Meanwhile, the Magnemite—unable to escape August's grip—had completely given up struggling, its magnets drooping lifelessly.

It had accepted its fate!

Looking at the Magnemite in his hand, August smiled warmly. “Want to become my Pokémon?”

Hearing this, Magnemite immediately showed r...

Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [473]

Koga wasn't optimistic. Given what he knew of August, even if August didn't directly ridicule him, there was no way he'd let something like this slide easily.

But if he didn't wear these clothes, the embarrassment would be even worse when August inevitably mocked him.

After a long moment of hesitation, Koga reluctantly slipped into the Team Rocket uniform.

Even though he was dressed as Team Rocket, his heart was still with the League.

Now the problem was how to convinc...

Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [472]

Staring at Mewtwo, whom Mew had summoned, Hoopa panicked.

Unable to find Meray, Hoopa promptly dove headfirst back into the popcorn bucket, leaving only its trembling tail poking out.

But Mew saw Hoopa's frantic action as pure provocation!

“Mew!” she cried indignantly at Mewtwo.

Watching the scene unfold, Gary whispered uneasily, “August, aren’t you going to stop this?”

“Stop what?” August glanced at him curiously.

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [471]

Gary had spent the entire night wracking his brains to find August’s weakness.

If it were Ash, he could list weaknesses off the top of his head without effort, but August…

Even though Gary hated to admit it, he had to acknowledge that August was essentially flawless.

“Ugh…” Gary sighed deeply.

This was already the umpteenth sigh of the day.

Sitting beside him, August couldn't help but find Gary’s frustrated expression amusing.

This guy loves...