Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

It's not that the author is just adding stereotypes randomly; it's just that this is really the case in Japan (sadly). They're aware that this isn't good, so it's generally not shown in entertainment works. 7

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Incidentally, this is a hybrid of a bar and a nightclub, with a main hall for its own guests and private rooms for hostesses or male escorts. 5

Chapter Thirteen: The Hunt Begins

The waiter was furious!

Fortunately, he was a professional. He suppressed his anger and brought Kerry three drinks. He even sat down and chatted with Kerry for a while before leaving.

The business level is so low that people just leave without ordering any drinks – it's a terrible game.

After the other person left, Kazuma sat down next to Kerry and spoke softly.

"Hey, aren't you afraid that by making yourself look so special, people will suspect you're an undercover cop from the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Kerry held up his finger and shook it.

"No, if they were really here to gather information, they would definitely act like normal drinkers."

It's like imagining an undercover police officer wearing a themed outfit and following you around with a light stick.

When Kazuma thought about it, it really was true!

Kazuma unzipped his mask and put the straw in his mouth, while Kerry simply threw the straw away, picked up the wine glass, and sipped.

Although their actions looked grand, the two of them actually drank very little, because they were determined to drink just one cup until the shop closed!

It was a bar, but there was a small screen on the bar counter silently playing the latest news.

"A serial killer has been apprehended in Ota Ward, suspected to be affiliated with the University of Tokyo..."

"Due to security concerns in the vicinity, Xiuhua Public High School has announced a one-week postponement of the start of the school year. Parents, please rest assured."

"The Ministry of Meteorology predicts that the Fukushima area may be hit by a massive typhoon this summer."

Although they were sitting, their eyes were constantly looking around.

Kerry kept glancing at the door to make sure no police officers came to arrest him, then checking if anyone was exchanging items, then looking at the back door where a man clearly in charge of security was wearing sunglasses, making it impossible to tell where he was looking.

Kazuma kept glancing at the girls' exposed belly buttons on the dance floor despite the freezing weather, then at the professional dancers on the DJ booth who were still swaying in low-cut dresses, and then at the booths where people had booked hostesses. He couldn't take it all in.

However, things obviously won't happen that quickly, and the two are prepared to observe for a few more days.

Just then, another group of people walked in, accompanied by the welcoming sounds at the door that could make the old Pope faint.

"Wow, things are really well done here in Tokyo."

The moment the group entered, they caught Kerry's attention.

Because they seemed to be here for the first time, their voices were loud enough to pierce through the background noise. Although they seemed unfamiliar with the place, their goal was very clear. They directly beckoned to the yakuza in the corner who was obviously guarding the area.

The man talked to them for a while, and then quickly called someone to lead them to the private room.

Kerry nudged Kazuma, who was standing next to him.

"Go to the parking lot and see if you can find their car. Check if the exhaust pipe is hot."

Kazuma was somewhat reluctant and wanted to ask why he wasn't going, but in the end, under Kerry's watchful gaze, he gave in and walked away somewhat unhappily.

Normal people shouldn't touch the exhaust pipe. That thing gets extremely hot right after the car stops, and you're practically invincible, so you can treat it like an animal.

Soon, Kazuma returned, his eyes filled with a hint of surprise as he approached.

"Two cars, they should be the ones from those people just now, both are private cars from Fushimatsu Town."

"Great, but I wonder if these people will leave."

Japanese license plates are rather abstract; to register a vehicle, you must confirm that you have a fixed parking space in that area before you can register a license plate for that area.

Furthermore, even within Tokyo, the prefix "Tokyo" is not universal; instead, they are used separately. For example, in Setagaya Ward, the license plate of a garage will have the kanji "Setagaya" in the upper right corner, while in Shinagawa Ward, it will have the kanji "Shinagawa".

Although wealthy people might rent a garage in Tokyo and put up a Tokyo license plate even if they don't live there, just to maintain appearances, they might act like a "spiritual Tokyo gentleman."

However, it was clear that the group of people just now did not seem to be the leader, and the car they were driving was probably a gang vehicle, so there was no need to be so particular about it.

However, Kerry didn't expect that he would be too lucky. He had only heard that the area was related to Vujon before, and now people from there had arrived.

Furthermore, considering the previous encounter with the village chief and the fact that food always appeared nearby whenever someone was hungry.

He glanced at Kazuma Sato beside him.

Kerry increasingly felt that it was necessary to keep this European dog by his side.

No wonder he's so lucky that he could steal the goddess's panties!

Unfortunately, the two sat there until the shop was about to close, but the group of people didn't come out. It seems they were planning to stay overnight.

Helpless, at four in the morning, Kerry and Kazuma left the bar.

However, it seemed that the human-faced dog they had eaten earlier had not been fully digested, so neither of them felt hungry or sleepy.

Kazuma suggested they rest at a nearby park, so the two went to the park and had some water.

Many media outlets promote the idea that Japanese tap water is drinkable, but in reality, only drinking water taps installed in places like schools and parks are safe to drink. These machines are essentially the same no matter where you buy them, and many older machines aren't necessarily very clean. You might as well just go along with it since they eat raw river fish.

Kerry went to the park's restrooms, only to be speechless to see a sign that read "No Eating Here".

This thing isn't just found in parks; it's even more common in office buildings and schools. This is because there are a lot of people in Japan with their strange social hierarchy, like Pochi-chan, who eat in secluded corners. Also, since public restrooms in Japan are mostly toilets and take up a lot of time, these kinds of notices are put up. After they appeared, the spots where socially anxious people would find themselves were shifting from restrooms to rooftops and stairwell corners.

Kerry shook his hand to wet the mirror with the water stains stuck to his hands, and walked out of the bathroom, only to see Kazuma looking somewhat anxious.

"Over there!" Kazuma pointed to the park entrance.

"I just saw those two cars drive by! And they were accompanied by a truck!"

Upon hearing Kazuma's words, Kerry frowned and rushed out of the park.

However, it was too late; all that remained was a truck slowly driving away.

Kerry squinted, memorized the license plate in the darkness, and then turned to look at Kazuma.

Do you know which way to get from Tokyo to Saitama?

"I know..." Kazuma, panting as he caught up with her after removing his mask, instinctively replied, then realized something and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No! That place is on the other side of Tokyo!"

If you want to pinpoint the exact location of the bus heading to Saitama, the only possible location is the bridge between Arakawa Ward and Adachi Ward. After that, it's hard to say where the bus will go next.

But Adachi and Ota are almost the two furthest districts in Tokyo, and seeing Kerry looking like he was about to catch up, Kazuma felt a chill run down his spine.

Kerry frowned, but then shook his head.

"It's okay, I have a way to get a car."

"You really have a way?" Kazuma looked at Kerry with a skeptical gaze.

"It's okay, I already got it once when I came out before."

...

South of Ota Ward, in Shinagawa Ward, Tokyo's most bustling area, several members of a biker group parked their motorcycles on the side of an alley.

"Hey! Ikeno! I heard you got your motorcycle stolen by a mentally ill person the other day?"

One of the older-looking young men was pointing at a young man who looked aggrieved and laughing heartily.

"That...that's the legendary Ota Ward serial killer! Didn't you see the news? That mentally ill guy is a ruthless character who dares to chop people up in the street!"

The young man who had been mocked spoke up defiantly.

"Huh? What murderer! If he shows his face in front of me, I'll smash his head off with my ninja! You coward, you should stick to riding a Honda Swan from now on! Hahaha!"

The young man's laughter was echoed by several other members of the walking group.

"Exactly! Ikeda, you're so useless!"

"He's just a mental patient! What's there to be afraid of!"

Just as they were laughing, the sound of high-fives came from the alley entrance.

After attracting everyone's attention with applause, Kerry pointed to the mental patient sign on his chest and then shook the dagger in his hand.

"Hello, can I borrow your motorcycle?"

Chapter Fourteen: There are still more good people than bad in the world!

Having successfully obtained the shopping voucher and bought the goods, Kerry left triumphantly.

Watching his beloved ninja being ridden away by the other party, the biker gang boy covered his face in anguish.

Ikeno, who had been ridiculed by everyone, wore a complicated expression.

"Didn't you say that if he showed up, you would teach him a lesson? Besides, there are so many of us, unlike yesterday when I was the only one."

"Yaluo!"

Even if this is America, I am a female Walmart plastic bag in my mind, an interracial lover, a lesbian, a heterosexual, attracted to human women, and have a split personality with another personality being an underage girl. I am also a black person with Jewish ancestry who practices Judaism and has undergone sex reassignment surgery!

The way to deal with him is that if he cuts me, it's not illegal, but if I cut him, I'll go to jail!

The leader of the biker gang covered his face in pain.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding teenagers all felt a pang of sorrow, and finally only one of them spoke up in grief.

"Is it possible that no one in the world can fight against mental illness?"

Upon hearing this, the older members of the biker gang looked up at the horizon.

"Not necessarily. I heard it from a foreign undocumented immigrant who worked with me in a restaurant. I bullied him, made him wash a plate seven times, and forced him to drink toilet water. Yet he still praised us Japanese for our craftsmanship."

His former nation possessed an existence that was indescribable, undefinable, with an inviolable will, inherently resistant to legal damage, achieving victories that no other group of its kind in the world had ever attained, yet still consistently felt that other places treated them better and demanded more. 6

Perhaps only they can stand up to the mentally ill! 4

Upon hearing this, the members of the walking group gasped in astonishment, never expecting that ancient gods existed in the world, which added a touch of warmth to the Tokyo night.

...

Avoiding traffic police ahead and busy roads congested late at night, Kerry and Kazuma Sato rode their motorcycles through the Tokyo night.

They asked for directions every now and then as they hurried toward the Arakawa Bridge.