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Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [53]

No one knew how long had passed before Chiba Shuuichi finally tossed the two white-stockinged feet aside, then got up with satisfied ease and headed for the bathroom, leaving behind only one sentence:

“Finish cleaning the floor. And next time, don’t laugh so loud—it really kills the mood.”

She mumbled, words unclear, “But… the soles of my feet are so ticklish… it was so hard to hold it in…”

But the young master’s order wasn’t done yet. The little maid f...

Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [52]

Ogawa Fumika was still a little dazed as her younger sister pulled her away. She didn’t quite understand how it had turned into three people going to see a movie together.

But… it was already good enough. As long as she could watch a movie with Chiba-kun, that was already wonderful.

And besides, she wouldn’t have to leave her sister behind to go home alone—this way, there was no guilt.

As for Ogawa Sayuki—she, of course, knew exactly what kind of little ga...

Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [51]

When Ogawa Sayuki’s call came in, Chiba Shuuichi and Ogawa Fumika were lying on their sides on the bed, facing each other, breathing hard as they tried to steady themselves.

Her blouse was in complete disarray, though technically still intact; the inside, however, had been tugged and rumpled beyond repair.

One of Shuuichi’s hands was resting on Fumika’s thigh, still lingering there, rubbing with reluctant satisfaction.

Without the stockings, those tempting thighs were ...

The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [100]

Kuroba Akira, of course, picked up instantly on the trace of loneliness Shiginomiya was showing.

And he just as quickly realized she was deliberately letting that little emotion slip—specifically to draw his attention. With her now-seasoned acting skills, if she wanted to act completely unbothered, it would have been easy.

They weren’t dating, but Akira still felt he should tend to her mood.

After all, a girl’s emotions could be as changeable as summer weather—God kn...

The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [99]

A week passed just like that.

On Saturday afternoon, Kuroba Akira was, as usual, in the living room hammering away at his manuscript. Imouto Quest Vol. 1 was now in its final sprint—only the epilogue remained.

The factors that decided a first volume’s sales were: cover, illustrations, hook, character setup, opening plot… and only after that, whether the first volume’s story was actually compelling.

For the prologue, Akira had written a pure, edge-of-the-line...

The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [98]

“No need. This time, I’ll write a light novel too. Only by writing in the same genre can it be considered a fair contest, right?”

Shiroi Shiori refused Kuroba Akira’s “kindness.” It wasn’t just stubbornness—she had solid reasoning.

“Even though I’ve only just started reading light novels, yesterday I realized they cover all sorts of genres. Some even have a more serious style, so I don’t think writing a light novel means I’ll be at a disadvantage.”

...

The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [97]

Anri Hitomi went to open the Literature Club’s windows, letting the breeze in. Today wasn’t particularly hot, and the air carried a light, steady wind.

The heat on Shiroi Shiori’s body gradually faded.

Of course, it wasn’t really heat—it was the lingering fever stirred up by her own over-the-top, scandalous daydream.

To think I just made up something like that about my friend’s private life… absolutely unacceptable!

It had to be because she’d b...

The King of Tokyo Freeloaders [96]

Never mind that Kuroba Akira’s motives were hardly pure—his love of reading didn’t seem to be an act, and the books he’d picked actually surprised Shiroi Shiori.

Hoh… so he chose those… Hmph, at least he has some taste.

She had thought for sure he’d go for those “youth” novels she kept purely to fill out the shelves.

Those books were just references she’d once used to study and mimic the style of popular fiction.

The descriptions weren’t ...

Restricted-Class Shinigami [125]

With countless tridents from every direction aimed at him, Ichimaru Gin couldn’t help but draw in a cold breath.

How do you even block this…?

His mind spun rapidly, flipping through every defensive Kidō he knew.

A level-81 Danku might block a few strikes, but with dozens of water pillars all around—and if the attacks were staggered—he might really end up dying here.

The truth was, just now, when he had injured Shiba Kaien, Gin could have taken the opp...

Restricted-Class Shinigami [124]

Ichimaru Gin and Shiba Kaien each leapt onto the ring from opposite ends, all eyes following them.

The two shared remarkably similar histories—frequently mentioned together and compared for decades. And now, at last, the question of which of them was stronger would get its answer.

Sasakibe Chōjirō had already stepped down, leaving the spacious arena to the two vice-captains.

Their acquaintance wasn’t deep—at most, the kind of nodding greeting exchanged in passing. Ne...

Restricted-Class Shinigami [123]

A few scattered stars overhead, shadows scattered across the ground.

Most of the people gathered at Shin’ō Academy had already left; after a whole day of bustle, the place was slowly quieting down.

Beside Nobu now, in addition to Rukia and Hinamori, were members of the Student Council—Rukia had invited him to join the Council members’ dinner tonight.

It had been a while since he’d seen some of them, so Nobu chatted with them for a while, praising how successful this...

Restricted-Class Shinigami [122]

Rukia hadn’t told Hinamori that Nobu had come to Shin’ō Academy.
Not that she could be blamed—when Ganju had told her, Hinamori simply hadn’t been there.

But after Nobu left, Rukia’s state was… not quite right.

Sticky. Damp.

She still stood in the quiet corridor of the teaching building, not another soul around.

Leaning against the wall for a long time, she finally ducked into the nearest restroom.
When she came back out, the flush on her face still ...

Restricted-Class Shinigami [121]

Kotetsu Isane’s thoughts hadn’t been very settled lately.

Ever since that day when Nobu had laid bare his feelings to her, there had been no follow-up. When the two met alone, they only discussed work matters, never touching on anything else.

And with Isane’s personality, it wasn’t likely she’d bring it up herself. Every time, she could only watch him leave with eyes full of quiet grievance.

The joint sparring and exchange meet between the Fourth Division and Tenth...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [205]

Semiramis moved with great difficulty, forced into defensive maneuvers. Unlike her [Hanging Gardens], she couldn't quickly use spatial displacement inside the Holy Church.

Had she been in her aerial fortress, she wouldn't have bothered setting defenses against these incoming sword-arrows, simply dodging them instantly through spatial magecraft.

While she could certainly block Shirou's projectiles with magecraft, Semiramis clearly understood the swords' true danger...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [204]

The Holy Church was engulfed in chaos—
The serpent's furious roars, the activation of magecraft, beams of magical artillery, flashes of holy light, and the sizzling corrosion of venom eating through stone.

Contrasted with the dead silence of the surrounding forest, this small church could only be described as a raging tempest.

Yet amidst this chaotic storm, a single crisp gunshot echoed sharply—

BANG—!

Two finger-fired bullets sliced through the fears...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [203]

Bashmu.

That was the name of a legendary beast from ancient myth.

In Mesopotamian mythology, there existed a goddess.

She ruled over the primordial sea and created all life in the world. As the embodiment of original chaos, she gave birth to gods themselves, becoming the mother of all deities—known as the Primordial Mother.

Her name was Tiamat.

And while Tiamat birthed the gods, she also gave rise to terrifying monsters powerful enough to oppose them.<...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [202]

“I truly fancy you!”

Just as she had once said to Mordred in the original tale, Semiramis stepped past Astolfo and stopped in front of the gravely weakened Emiya Shirou, gazing directly into his eyes.

“You’re not even a magus of the Yggdmillennia family, so why fight so desperately for the Black Faction? There's no need to push yourself to death’s door like this, especially when Yggdmillennia has shown you no real loyalty.”

“Join us—the Red Faction—and fulf...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [201]

In that instant, a golden pillar of light, possessing an all-consuming power, illuminated the quiet, pitch-black night.

The immense shockwave blew away the poisonous mist surrounding Emiya Shirou.

Within that golden brilliance, only the roaring Hydra remained visible, along with a face hardened by indomitable resolve.

Under a Noble Phantasm unleashed at point-blank range, even Heracles would have no chance of survival, much less the Hydra slain by Heracles himself.

Eve...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [60]

By the time Kagura and Nature left the shopping street, the sky had already darkened.

Kagura was still carrying a few bags of snacks in her hands—originally intended for Nature—but considering the selection race was tomorrow, Kagura couldn't risk letting her overeat today. Kagura herself couldn't eat anymore either, so she decided to find someone suitable at school to feed these to later.

“Everyone at the shopping street was really enthusiastic, huh… I ate so much!” Natu...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [59]

On the training ground, Nice Nature had just finished a round of today's session. During the break, Kagura was recording training data and discussing with Eclipse-san if they had noticed any issues.

“Kagura, um…after today’s training, can you come out with me for a bit?”

“Hm? Sure, but why bring it up all of a sudden?”

Kagura put down her phone and glanced towards Nature. She definitely had free time today; worst-case scenario, she’d just ask Rudolf Ojou-sama t...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [58]

"Question! What are you two doing here!?"

After finishing a busy day's work, Akikawa Yayoi had come to the cafeteria hoping she'd be lucky enough to find Kagura still cooking and maybe score a meal. But as soon as she entered, she immediately spotted two suspicious "students" in the usual corner seat, along with Nice Nature and the recently returned Mejiro Ardan.

Seeing so many people gathered, it basically confirmed that Kagura was indeed cooking here today. But that also meant K...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [57]

“All right, Nature, pause for a moment—five-minute break!”

On the running track, Kagura stopped slowly, clicking her stopwatch. Looking at Nice Nature, who was still full of spirit beside her, Kagura gave the order to rest.

“Eh?! I...I can keep going! Why stop now?”

“It’s not about running you until you collapse, Nature. Training needs balance; otherwise, you'll hurt yourself. Uma Musume legs are fragile to begin with—you can’t afford carelessness.”

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [56]

Completely focused on her own running on the track, Kagura didn't think too deeply about anything else. She repeatedly experimented with various troublesome sections of the track—earlier this afternoon she had run in strange zigzags precisely because she was deliberately testing out mistakes.

Whenever she encountered something she genuinely couldn't resolve on her own, Kagura would consult Eclipse-san directly. Her change of clothes into the miko outfit had been precisely so that she ...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [55]

——Aren’t you basically working two jobs at once now?

The next day, after returning to Tracen, Kagura woke up from her afternoon nap and checked her phone. She noticed a considerable amount of money had just arrived in her bank account, accompanied by the note: We'll be counting on you to take care of our child.

“...It really does feel like I’m receiving two salaries now...but why do I feel more and more like a full-time nanny?”

Kagura sighed sof...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [54]

“I’m terribly sorry, Kagura. First troubling you to race with McQueen, and now having you personally make snacks for her... Truly…”

Outside the banquet hall that evening, Old Mejiro watched gratefully as McQueen, fully recovered and brimming with energy again, happily enjoyed the desserts Kagura had made.

“It’s fine, as long as McQueen is feeling better, that's enough. It wasn’t much trouble for me anyway.”

“I've always heard Speed-sama boast about your coo...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [53]

After the Symboli group took their seats, Old Mejiro led the rest of the Mejiro family into the banquet hall, occupying the other half of the table alongside Mejiro Ardan and the others.

Kagura also received a piece of news from the two family heads—after lunch, Old Mejiro hoped Kagura would run a match against Mejiro McQueen, who had just arrived in Tokyo a couple of days prior. The race would take place on the Mejiro family's own track.

“A race? Me and McQueen?”

“I...

Uma Musume: Your Uma Has A Problem! [52]

——Speaking of which, I've wondered for a while now. Aren't you supposed to be a doctor? How come your cooking skills are so good?

As Kagura slipped away from the banquet hall to catch a breath and casually check her phone, Eclipse-san’s amused comment flashed across her screen.

Don’t underestimate a doctor who can cook! Eclipse-san, don't you also love eating the things I make?

——I get your point, but isn't that a bit off your job descriptio...