Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku

Subconsciously, because of the pain in her head, the woman hugged the pillow even tighter.

However, as her most important sense gradually returned, Ayako Ogawa, sensing that something was amiss, opened her eyes.

What catches the eye is not a round, chubby pillow, but a familiar boy.

The two were in an extremely ambiguous position.

Simply put, it's a posture where they are tightly embracing each other.

Instantly, my head started to hurt even more, followed by a high-pitched sound that seemed capable of blowing the roof off or even destroying the world.

......

"So, last night when I saw you weren't awake, and since your house is quite close, I paid for the meal and thought I'd bring you here before leaving. Then you said something about how your little brother hadn't been here in a long time, and you hugged me tightly and wouldn't let go."

"stop......"

Seeing the boy in front of her covering his rosy cheeks with a resentful expression, Ayako Ogawa felt that she was losing not only her image but also her dignity.

"Are you serious?"

"Ah."

"sorry!"

Although she was the manager, seeing the handprint she had left on the other person, and knowing that the other person had even paid for the meal that she had originally intended to treat, Ayako Ogawa still performed a proper dogeza (a deep bow in reverence).

"It's alright, I also bear some responsibility."

He was already exhausted and in poor condition. The alcohol exhaled from the other person's mouth and nose, combined with the fact that the steamed bun was pressing on his breathing, made him feel dizzy and eventually passed out.

Fortunately, Xiao Chuan rented his own apartment; otherwise, he might have had a hard time explaining himself.

"Fortunately, he didn't die."

Yesterday, he thought he hadn't fallen asleep, but had suffocated to death in that fragrant, soft face wash.

Even in my dreams at night, it feels like I'm back in infancy, eating.

so horrible.

However, the skill description was not wrong; after a good night's sleep, one's mental energy would be restored.

"That......"

"I won't tell."

As Sato finished speaking, a line of text appeared before them.

【Caution! ]

[We detected that you are shirking responsibility towards your female confidante! You started something and then abandoned her!]

Chapter 13 The Nature God Drawing His Sword

"?"

What do you mean by shirking responsibility?

The two of them didn't do anything last night, did they?!

Instead of hearing Sato's inner roar, Ayako Ogawa's expression was more one of embarrassment.

"Okay! Thank you..."

Of course, I can't tell anyone.

They are agents and artists; strictly speaking, it's a scandal.

Strictly speaking, no one would probably care if it were said out loud.

And it's not like there aren't examples of them getting together... Pshaw!

Ayako Ogawa, her head throbbing with pain, dismissed the thought and quickly went to the table to take out her wallet.

How much did you eat yesterday?

"Here is the receipt."

Having anticipated this, Sato produced a crumpled receipt.

"Thanks..."

Ayako Ogawa, still not fully sober, found the conversation between the two of them very strange.

It felt like the transaction happened the day after... something.

However, generally speaking, no one would get a receipt for doing something like that...

What the heck! I guess I'm still not awake!

"Then I'll be going now. Are you alright by yourself?"

"fine......"

So, all that carefully maintained aloof persona...

Although that aloof persona was just to reduce the chance of being approached.

There was no need for Sato anymore, but the thought that she, as the manager who took care of the artist, had actually turned against him, especially since the two of them would be seeing each other frequently in the future, made Ayako Ogawa wish she could dig a hole and crawl into it.

"Then I'll be going now."

"...that!"

Faced with Ogawa's suddenly raised voice, Sato stopped walking and turned to look at the woman.

"Take this ointment and apply it."

Ayako Ogawa took out a family-sized first-aid kit from a corner of the neatly organized room.

"Thank you."

"Where it is is also my problem."

As she spoke, looking at the boy who was bowing his head to receive the ointment, and noticing the familiar whorl of hair on his head, Ayako Ogawa unconsciously rubbed her index finger and thumb together a few more times.

Speaking of which, her hair whorl is exactly the same as Ryota's.

No wonder they admitted their mistake.

Yes, it's definitely not her fault.

Also, she will never drink alcohol again!

......

[Unlock Achievement: With no woman in his heart, he draws his sword like a natural god]

[Unlock Reward: Sword Drawing Technique]

Note: Draw speed +50%

Note 2: This is a passive skill.

"Fortunately, no penalty mechanism was triggered."

After leaving Ogawa's house, Sato looked at the system window in front of him with considerable satisfaction.

Although he's not a scumbag, he could be. If he had this skill, plus mental martial arts practice, his chances of getting the audition a month later would be much higher.

Thinking of this, the young man, who had just stepped out the door, couldn't help but start practicing martial arts again.

Chiba Shinichi rushed into my mind.

Sato barely managed to draw his sword to block, but then Chiba followed the direction of his raised sword, slashing downwards before lunging forward in an instant.

The long katana pierced through the boy's abdomen in an instant.

"......hiss"

A sudden, sharp pain shot through my abdomen.

The boy gasped in shock.

"But...it doesn't seem to hurt as much anymore."

The boy muttered, realizing what he had just realized.

After all, there's a difference between being stabbed and being cut in two.

I had a great time drinking with Xiaochuan!

Not only can you draw your sword faster, but you can also reduce the pain of being hit.

He's not a masochist, so it's good that he's not in so much pain; it also means his mental energy won't be depleted so quickly.

Thinking of this, the boy walked briskly towards the tram station.

......

Life returned to normal, and a week slipped by quietly.

With the skill of mental martial arts practice, the boy's experience in action scenes is improving every day.

And perhaps I've gradually gotten used to it. Although my mental energy is still being consumed at a great cost every day, the fatigue and pain I feel in my body are gradually decreasing.