Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 7 Let's separate for a while.
"What happened to your hand?"

In the classroom, Higashi Mutsu Saburo, with Uta Kasaya's hand wrapped in bandages, stepped forward with some concern and asked her a question.

"It's nothing, I accidentally spilled dinner while making dinner yesterday and got burned."

Actually, this was caused by burns from charcoal fire during the rescue of Mini Fujiang. Compared to himself, Mini Fujiang's injuries were more severe.

However, with the same exaggerated self-healing ability as Fu Jiang, as long as she doesn't die, those injuries are nothing to her.

Fortunately, she reached an agreement with Fukie that she would not allow her body to grow again; otherwise, she and Uta Kasyapa would not know how to explain it to Fukie.

Now that things have come to this, killing Xiao Fujiang would clearly be inappropriate.

After all, since Fu Jiang died, their memories were shared. If Fu Jiang found out that she hadn't helped her get rid of the clones, who knows how angry she would be.

However, what Uta Kassapa didn't know was that, with the evolution of Fukue's abilities, memory sharing no longer required death to transmit.

All the details of how Fukie was taken home by Uta Kasyapa were simultaneously transmitted to Fukie's mind.

Fu Jiang, who seemed distracted since arriving at class today, attracted a lot of attention.

"Fujiang, are you alright? Should we go to the infirmary?"

"Yes, if you're not feeling well, we'll take you home."

With her sweet and alluring appearance, Fu Jiang is extremely popular in her class, and even the slightest unusual behavior will be noticed by her classmates.

"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night, I'll be fine after a rest."

Faced with her classmates' concern, Fu Jiang smiled gently as always, and everyone stopped asking questions.

A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, and Fu Jiang's thoughts drifted aimlessly.

Death was not frightening to Fu Jiang, or rather, it used to be.

I don't know when it started, but the negative emotions such as panic, anger, and resentment that come with facing death began to disappear.

Instead, it transformed into the pleasure of suddenly appearing before others, watching their panic, and experiencing the mocking joy of causing their families to be destroyed by his own power.

For him, death was as simple as eating and sleeping.

But for some reason, the memories that came from Xiao Fujiang yesterday made her feel a sense of fear and unease about death again.

She didn't know where this fear and unease came from, but she knew that this fear was definitely related to Utakayo.

"Whoo~"

Frustrated, Fujang ran a hand through her hair, rejected her two followers, and got up to leave the classroom alone.

As I passed by the restroom, I happened to see several girls bullying a girl who was soaking wet and squatting in a corner with her head down.

Hearing the commotion, several girls instinctively turned around to check the situation. If it was a teacher, they would say that she had accidentally fallen.

If you're a student, you have to tell the other person to shut up.

Just as she turned around and saw Fu Jiang's stunningly beautiful face, several girls surrounded her with hostile eyes.

A moment later, after quickly washing her face in the restroom, Fu Jiang walked out the door and looked at the several delinquent female college students kneeling on the ground clutching their stomachs. With a cold expression, she straightened her clothes, which had become messy from the fight.

School bullying is rampant in Japan, and the reasons given for it are all absurd.

Jealousy of others' academic achievements, good looks, or simply dislike of others are all factors that contribute to bullying.

Fu Jiang also experienced school bullying because people were jealous of her beauty. She even experienced extreme incidents such as being kidnapped and disfigured with sulfuric acid.

There are too many to count; Fujang can't even remember how much torment she has endured that ordinary people can't imagine.

I can't remember when it started, but I gradually lost my empathy for the suffering of others and became an indifferent person.

She should have continued to observe the world with indifference, just as she always had, watching those who harbored ill intentions towards her descend into madness or suffer the destruction of their families.

Only then could my numb heart find a sliver of solace and joy. Although this would make me seem like a monster, wasn't this monster a product of those very people's actions?

All I did was seek revenge in a straightforward manner.

It seems that ever since he met Uta Kasyapa, he has gradually lost interest in such matters.

Although I was often furious with that bastard, I was able to feel other emotions besides witnessing the suffering of others.

And deep in my heart, there were emotions that I was unwilling to admit, but which were rising up for the first time.

After a restless morning, the teacher noticed that something was wrong with Fujang and expressed concern and concern for her on several occasions.

Fu Jiang brushed them all off with simple excuses. It wasn't until the afternoon break that Fu Jiang walked out of the classroom with a cold face.

Uta Kassapa spent the whole morning thinking about how to deal with Fukie, and could only barely come up with the idea of ​​preparing clothes and tableware for her first.

I stretched and followed the group out of the classroom, but as soon as I got to the corridor, I saw Fujang with her arms crossed and a cold expression on her face.

"you"

"come over."

With a cold voice, Fu Jiang took the lead and walked towards the stairs of the teaching building.

Uta Kassapa's heart skipped a beat, and he pondered how to explain to Fukie that he had left little Fukie behind.

After all, her attitude suggested that she had something important to tell him.

The most important thing recently is the matter of Xiao Fujiang.

The memory of death has returned; how could I have forgotten this? This is troublesome.
In the alley behind the teaching building, several couples were taking advantage of their lunch break to sit cross-legged on the grass, feeding each other affectionately.

Fu Jiang's sudden appearance drew the attention of several male college students and the coquettish complaints of the girls around her.

Uta Kassapa nervously followed Fukie here, glancing at the students around him with a troubled expression.

"Let's go somewhere else; there are other people here."

"No, right here."

Fujō's cold reply made Uta Kasyapa frown, thinking that this woman had gone mad, discussing the matter of splitting up with him in front of others.

"No, it's really inappropriate. If someone overhears us, it will be a real problem."

Fujang, arms crossed, remained silent, glanced back at the others gossiping behind her, and then looked at Utakata.

"It's alright, let them hear it."

"No, Fujang, even if you're angry, you can't..."

Let's separate for a while.

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"What?"

Fu Jiang took a deep breath.

I said, let's break up for a while.

Looking at Fujō's solemn expression, Uta Kasyapa felt extremely uncomfortable, his face contorted in pain.

When were we ever together?

Fu Jiang was taken aback upon hearing this, then fell into thought, and her expression turned extremely terrifying.

"Uta Kasyapa!!!"

(End of this chapter)