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

Because people of different classes and jobs use completely different terms, there are even terms used exclusively by prostitutes.

Of course, it would be quite strange for this verbal tic to appear in reality, because even in modern Europe, aristocratic etiquette such as raising the little finger while drinking red wine has long been regarded as disrespectful to other people and to modern times.

Even if a Japanese person is of Chinese descent, they generally wouldn't use this kind of tone in daily life; it's more like something used in literary works to label a rich young lady.

Perhaps this is the true value of a prestigious school for young ladies.

"fine."

Kerry glanced at the girl who looked like a delicately crafted doll with a broken and fragile appearance, shook his head, and walked out in another direction.

The girl only noticed that Kerry was carrying a guitar bag on his back when he turned around.

Is he a musician?

Looking at the instrument case, the girl's hand tightened, but then she let go helplessly.

Being able to be moved by anything you see is a major characteristic of sensitive people.

A cool night breeze was blowing; spring was almost over, and all that was left was to wait for the day when the temperature would suddenly rise.

On a quiet evening in the residential area, Kerry wandered around with his bag, getting familiar with the surrounding routes.

Akabane was once a place in Tokyo where land prices were very cheap. However, as people discovered that land prices were low and buying a house there was affordable, more people wanted to come, and prices rose.

However, it is still located in the outer area of ​​Tokyo. You can hardly see any tourists at night. The people coming and going are mostly office workers who work overtime until dinner time before they can go home, or groups of three or five office workers who are preparing to go out for social events.

As Kerry walked along under the cover of night, an elderly man with white hair and wearing thick Tibetan clothes approached him. The old man was carrying a bag and strolling around. But when Kerry and the old man passed each other, the old man stopped and looked back in disbelief.

"Shi...Shimura, is...is that you?"

Hearing the old man's words, Kerry turned around with a puzzled look.

"you are?"

"I'm Yasuda. We fought our way out of the new village together."

The old man was very excited and stepped forward to try to shake Kerry's hand with his calloused hands, but quickly realized that his hands were dirty and withdrew them.

"You have no idea, there are rumors outside that you and Sato are dead. We are all indignant for you in the detention center! It's so good that you're alright. Come on, I'm going to take a shower first. I'll treat you to a drink at an izakaya."

……

Half an hour later, after declining the old man's offer to spend money, Kerry found a quiet spot on the roadside to sit down with him, bought him a bottle of beer from a vending machine, and casually took a can of Coke for himself.

"You have no idea how much we suffered in there. Everyone was worried that the government might secretly get rid of us."

At first, only a few people were released, but thankfully we all made it out in the end. The government even provided us with resettlement shelters and a fixed amount of relief funds. And since the yakuza gang was gone, my debts were also cleared, and life is pretty good now!

Judging from what the other person said, it seemed like they had been holding it in for a long time.

"Then why are you still outside?"

Kerry looked at the old man with some surprise.

“You have no idea how boring it is to live in that government shed where you can’t drink or smoke. It made me feel like I was in a nursing home. Besides, my daughter is actually in Tokyo, and my grandson is about to start school. I’m under a lot of pressure, so I gave all my money to them. I’m only 61 years old and I can still work. That’s why I came out to support myself and don’t bother my daughter so that her husband won’t hate her.”

Suffering is not something to be celebrated, and Kerry didn't think old Yasuda's decision was right either, but seeing him smiling so happily, he still raised his glass and clinked glasses with him.

"You wouldn't believe how tough life has been for us homeless people lately, but I bet everyone's happy to know you're still alive. By the way, Shimura, what are you doing here so late at night...?"

The homeless man looked at the guitar case on Kerry's back with some suspicion.

"Oh, I heard some strange things were happening here, so I came to check it out."

"Sigh, you're still kind-hearted. But speaking of strange things, I have indeed heard of one incident that happened nearby."

As he spoke, the old homeless man pointed to the street where Kerry's house was located.

"Over there, I heard it's terrifying. Several unfortunate people have gone missing. The police couldn't find anything, and the Metropolitan Police Department even dismissed the case, saying they were migrant workers who might have gone to other places to live. These days, all these public officials who pass the exams are thinking about enjoying their lives. Who's going to serve us? They'll avoid work if they can avoid it. Sigh..."

85

Chapter 85 Tokyo Memories (Re-upload)

Clifton became interested as he listened to the old man's story.

Great, great! Triggered quests? I love the feeling of things coming to me on their own!

Kerry nodded, indicating that they should bring it up quickly!

"Before I was arrested, I wandered around Tokyo for a while. I had heard that Kishimoto and his friends had a good place to go at night. They wouldn't tell just anyone. Only close friends like me knew about it."

When Kerry nodded, the old homeless man kept everyone in suspense.

Kerry reluctantly became the straight man for the lonely old man.

"Where."

"sewer."

The old man pointed to the ground and spoke slowly and deliberately, causing Kerry to frown.

"Are you thinking of that drainage shrine built by the Tokyo Sewerage Bureau? That place is almost a tourist attraction, and it's not even in Tokyo. I'm talking about the sewers in Tokyo itself."

They said they found a small room inside, and told me it was a storage point left behind by the US military back then. It even had a single bed and some canned meat; they lived there regularly.

When talking about happy things, the old homeless man seemed to be dancing with joy, but then he became somewhat disappointed.

"But after I got out, I never saw those guys again. At first, I thought they had been arrested by the police, but then I heard from other people that they had suddenly disappeared one day."

And it was very sudden; just the day before, they had arranged to chat with some elderly men from the community the next day.

And that's how it ended up; all we could do was call the police. Everyone said it might have been bitten by a snake, after all, who knows what's in the sewers? These days, many young people like to import reptiles from abroad, and then just throw them away when they don't want them anymore. I've heard that those discarded creatures live in the sewers, and because of the warm, humid environment, they grow to enormous sizes.

It's clear that this old man really wanted to convey the feeling of a horror story.

After describing the incident, they even fabricated an urban legend for Kerry that seemed plausible at first glance but was actually quite abstract.

However, this clearly had no effect on Kerry.

Kerry simply frowned.

"The sewers..."

Seeing Kerry's reaction, the old man downed the last of his beer in one gulp.

Kerry then asked several related questions, such as where the old homeless man met whom most often, and some other information.

Kerry felt that being a homeless person in this world was fucking more dangerous than being a magical girl in Gen Urobuchi's stories.

We just finished dealing with that ghoul thing, and now a new mess has appeared.

"Alright, it's almost time for those restaurants to throw things away, so I'll be going now."

After finishing a bottle of wine, the old man seemed a little drunk. He patted his pants, stood up, and waved.

Kerry didn't try to stop him. Instead, he was thinking about the sewers and strolled back to the street where the house was located.

Unexpectedly, she witnessed a very abstract scene: a girl with hair like newly sprouted green leaves or the heart of a sliced ​​cucumber was standing blankly at the door of the small two-story building next door, while the girl she had met before, who called herself Toyokawa, was saying something to her in a somewhat imposing manner. Seemingly noticing Kerry's gaze, she angrily pulled the girl away into the distance.

Kerry looked up at the rooftop on the third floor, where Kazuma was watching the scene with great interest. Kazuma also noticed Kerry waving at him.

Kerry returned to the house and ran downstairs with Zhen "thump thump thump!"

"Kerry, did you hear what those two girls downstairs were saying?"

"No."

Kerry didn't hear, and shook his head regretfully.

“I think I’ve seen that girl on TV before, she’s the daughter of that talk show host, Ruoye.”

"You actually care about those real-life idols?"

Kerry looked at Kazuma with some surprise, while Kirito also turned his head and cast a scrutinizing gaze upon the traitor.

"I said it was in the past, in the past! In the past, when I would occasionally watch TV."

I have no interest in those boring shows now.

That blue-haired girl seems to live next door. If she were the daughter of a big star, she'd live in an apartment like that and yet she still yelled at her. And Ruoye seems to just let it go. Sigh, if I had a friend like that, I'd definitely try to get closer to her.

"Maybe this is what the upper half of the body is like."

Kerry shook his head, showing little interest in the topic.

"Half-body, what kind of relationship is that? What circle do you use this term for?"

On the contrary, it seems that He Zhen cares about it quite a bit.

"By the way, I heard there have been cases of homeless people going missing in our area."

Kerry forcefully steered the conversation toward what he wanted to talk about.

"Huh? Another homeless person?"

Upon hearing this, He Zhen recalled the incident in Xinxiang, which also started with homeless people and eventually escalated to the point of almost setting the mountain on fire. He immediately became very vigilant.

Is it in this area?

Upon hearing this, Kirito instead tapped on his computer, attempting to search for related information, but clearly, he couldn't find anything.

"Yes. But this time the problem seems to be in the sewers. How we get in is the problem."

"Hey! Are you already thinking about how to get in?"

Kazuma was starting to find Kerry's initiative a bit too much.

"And are we really going? It'll stink there, won't it?"

Many people who have been to Japan or know about it may have seen that there is a famous area in Japan where koi can be raised in the drainage ditches, leading them to believe that Japan's sewers are clean.

But that's pure hype; drainage ditches used in daily life won't change just because of technology.

Those houses where you can keep ornamental fish are those with an underground spring nearby, which is connected to the sewer system and deliberately isolated.

There are no normal ornamental fish in the sewer, but there are many scavengers such as snails and crayfish.

Kerry smiled slightly in response to He Zhen's question.

"It's okay, we can make something traditional."

...Late at night, the three of them went to Setagaya Ward and changed their clothes.

A black waterproof long coat, black rain boots, work clothes for easy movement, and black gloves.