Tokyo: Starting with the Gear-Conscious Male Gods!

Chapter 4 I have a cheat code, why am I afraid of her?

Nozomi Uemura also started sobbing softly and then burst into loud sobs.

Seeing this, Shirakawa Yuta stopped talking, not only because he felt his words were appropriate and didn't want to provoke her further for fear of causing an accident, but also because the way people around him were looking at him was starting to look strange.

Especially the two shop assistants who were right next to Uemura Nozomi, who seemed ready to fight him if he continued talking, made him obediently shut up.

After the crying subsided, Shirakawa Yuta spoke in a gentler tone:

"One hundred thousand, I'll give you one hundred thousand yen. Pack everything up, including that pen. How about it?"

"This money is not only enough to cover your mother's remaining medical expenses, but the rest can also be used to buy some food to help her recover."

"I know this pen is important to you, but it's definitely not worth a human life."

"Besides, this price is already very high. No one would offer me a higher price for these items."

After a long while, Nozomi Uemura finally looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, and said to Yuta Shirakawa in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Sure, but could you grant me one request? Could I buy it back later when I've earned enough money?"

After hesitating for a moment, Shirakawa Yuta said, "We'll see when the time comes. I can consider it."

He had just seen what was said in the introduction, and if the equipment hadn't been so hard to find, he wouldn't have taken advantage of someone in distress.

He couldn't possibly let a paintbrush that could reproduce the scenes in his mind slip away. Since he couldn't be a literary giant, being a cartoonist wasn't bad either. Besides, he had read far more comics than serious literary works in his previous life!

He has a deep impression of these comics, so it will be easier for him to reproduce them.

Although his words were somewhat ambiguous, in Uemura Nozomi's eyes, it still held the hope of getting the paintbrush back.

The rest was much simpler. Shirakawa Yuta went downstairs to the ATM and withdrew all the money from his card, exactly 100,000 yen.

This was originally money he had saved from working to pay for his own tutoring, since the courses taught in Japanese high schools were not enough for him to get into a prestigious university. But now that he was spending it all on this, he didn't feel bad about it.

Once he gets the paintbrush, he can earn it all back in no time.

Go upstairs, pay, sign the contract, and then get the paintbrush.

Before the two parted ways, Uemura Nozomi added Shirakawa Yuta on Line. He didn't refuse, after all, they had just agreed on something, so how could they change their minds so quickly?

However, after adding him on LINE, Shirakawa Yuta saw a series of messages from his friend Kurosaki Takeshi.

Kurosaki Takeshi: Yuta, where are you?

Kurosaki Takeshi: Roll call is about to start, come to the kendo club and report!

Kurosaki Takeshi: Come quick! Hoshino-sama has arrived.

……

Kurosaki Takeshi: You're finished.

ha?

Are there any events today?

Grass!

Yuta Shirakawa slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering that he had just been notified yesterday that the first club activity of the new semester would be held this afternoon.

There really was an event, and he genuinely forgot about it.

The thought of the dark heart hidden beneath the beautiful exterior of Kendo Club President Hoshino Tsukizuru, and the suffering he endured from corporal punishment last semester, made his legs ache.

He had long felt that she had been targeting him, and now that she had seized the opportunity, wasn't he doomed?

My fingers started scrolling rapidly across the phone screen, searching for Hoshino Tsukizuru's LINE account.

Yuta Shirakawa still held a sliver of hope that things might be better if he were to speak first and explain.

Just as he was about to swipe to Hoshino Tsukigami's LINE, a message suddenly popped up at the top of his phone screen.

Hoshino Tsukizuru: ?

ha?

Destroy this world!

……

Destruction is impossible, it's impossible in this life, and it's impossible in the next life either...

Uh, let's talk about it in the next life.

After all, I've already died in this life!

Yuta Shirakawa suddenly realized what was happening after his finger accidentally touched the paintbrush.

Yeah, he's cheating now!

With a cheat code, why be afraid of that woman!

Previously, I didn't want my club experience to get a bad review and affect my future plans for further education or civil service exams.

But now his future is no longer limited to studying hard. Maybe he will become a cartoonist, maybe he will become the next Ramen Master, or maybe he will become something else entirely.

Of course, I'll still go to school, but I won't have to be so careful anymore for a few club points.

Thinking of this, Shirakawa Yuta's back straightened instantly.

He didn't open the message, thought for a moment, pretended not to see it, and put his phone back in his pocket.

One major drawback of Line is that it displays a "read" message as soon as you open it.

He didn't want to provoke anyone before he had come up with an excuse.

Being unafraid of her is one thing, but actively seeking death is another.

He hadn't forgotten that he was in a capitalist country, and that the Hoshino family was a well-known conglomerate in Hachioji City, Tokyo, and even the whole of Japan.

As the heiress of a conglomerate, Hoshino Tsukizuru wouldn't simply disappear like the Americans, but if she showed even the slightest intention to suppress him, it would be enough to make his future path extremely difficult.

Maintaining a superficial harmony with the other party is still quite necessary.

After gathering his thoughts, he slung the black square bag over his back, held the schoolbag in his hand, and started walking home.

Since I'm already late, even if I go back now, it'll be the same as skipping class in their eyes.

Besides, if I go over there now, there's a good chance that that pervert Hoshino Tsukigen will use my absence as an excuse to keep me for extra practice, and I'll end up exhausted before I can go home after school.

Why bother?

He might as well go back and think carefully about what he should choose for his first project.

……

Mingde Private School, Kendo Club.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of wooden swords clashing echoed continuously in the room as members of the kendo club, wearing protective gear, practiced sparring in pairs.

Only one girl stood quietly on the sidelines, holding a wooden sword. She wore a white kendo uniform with a black belt tightly tied around her waist, its lines neat and taut. Her lower body was paired with a flowing kendo hakama, the folds of which fell neatly, making her legs appear long and straight.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful, with fair and delicate skin. Her features were refined and well-proportioned, perfectly set against her small, oval face. Her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, alluring without being gaudy; her nose was slender and straight, and her thin lips were lightly pursed. The sharp, cold jawline did not detract from her beauty in the slightest; instead, it added a touch of aloofness to her overall appearance.

Especially now, as she looked down at her phone, her eyes were obscured, but the icy aura emanating from her made the members on her side of the kendo dojo unconsciously move closer to her.

After a while, and still receiving no reply to the question he sent, he finally looked up and put his phone aside.

She watched the people locked in battle, a smile suddenly creeping onto her expressionless face, but her voice remained icy as she muttered to herself, "Deliberately ignoring messages? Shirakawa-san, it seems you're not as well-behaved as Masako said. Well then, I'll take charge of your back-to-school challenge test."

The moment the sound faded, the hand holding the wooden sword swung sharply, and a whooshing sound rang out.

"Bang!"

The wooden sword standing to the side snapped violently under the heavy blow, and the loud noise instantly silenced the entire kendo club.

But the next second, after Hoshino Tsukigen's extremely imposing glance, everyone immediately became lively again as if nothing had happened, and the sound of the wooden swords clashing was even more intense than before.

Only Kuroki Shigo, who had been keeping a close eye on Hoshino Tsukigen, secretly wiped away a cold sweat for Shirakawa Yuta.

It's over, bro, you're really finished...