Tokyo Wrestler

As Sett left the cemetery, he opened his phone and idly browsed various urban legends that appeared on Yahoo! Search.

Most of them are either obviously fake, or they are from several years ago, or they are too far away and all have legends about Okinawa.

"Searching online by myself is too slow. Besides this task, I also need to work on three major gym activities plus sprinting... Time is tight... I urgently need a local surfing assistant."

Sett switched to Line.

Scroll through the contact panel, find the simp Okita Ei, and send her a message:

"Are you there?"

A short while later, Okita Ei replied:

"Yes, yes, Sett-kun, what brings you here all of a sudden?"

Sett thought for a moment and decided to get straight to the point:

Do you know any urban legends about our school?

Okita Ei replied, "Huh? I don't know much about that."

But it was posted less than half a second ago.

She immediately withdrew.

He replied with a Shiba Inu adjusting sunglasses emoji and said, "Seti-kun, you've come to the right person! I know this stuff best!"

"I saw it all..." Sett thought to himself, then typed with both hands to reply:

"Then I'm all ears."

Sett waited for a while, but Okita Ei still hadn't replied.

Sett thought, "I guess I'll ask in my best friends' gossip group."

He had only been at Ouran High School for half a year, and because he was of mixed race, he had very few friends. The only person he could contact was his little fangirl, Okita Ei. She grew up in Nerima Ward and had a wide social circle, so it shouldn't be difficult for her to gossip about some local urban legends.

Sett put his phone away.

I'm preparing to leave the Aoi Private Cemetery and go home.

Can be sudden.

He was on the lush green grass in front of him.

I saw something red.

Take a closer look.

It's a bunch of red plastic!

Sett walked over quickly, bent down, and took it in his hand to examine it closely.

He discovered that the pile of red plastic looked like a cheap Ultraman toy that had been cut into pieces.

With that incredibly ugly, acid-stained face, even the most mischievous kid would probably shake his head and leave.

However, what attracted Sett was not this Ultraman toy.

Rather... it was the clean, sharp knife marks on its body!

Sett immediately thought of the sharp katana of the elderly samurai Kojiro Ishimura, especially the way he teleported across the crowd to Big Gold Tooth and cut off his finger.

This must be the work of Kojiro Ishimura... Hiss... Could this old man be a lunatic too, to be so ruthless to a toy... Sett thought.

However, this also confirms from another perspective that the butler's information was correct.

Aoi Private Cemetery is indeed a place where you can find Kojiro Ishimura!

......

night.

Senso-ji Shopping Street.

The bustling crowd grew denser, and the various shops on both sides of the street were even more bustling. Busy shopkeepers laughed and wiped away their sweat, overjoyed at this once-a-year moment of great profits.

Most people were dressed in inexpensive yukatas, families in twos and threes; young couples cuddling together; or two people in ambiguous relationships blushing and planning how to casually hold hands...

You can play some mini-games from time to time, try some local snacks, and look up at the night sky later in the evening to see the dazzling fireworks, creating a very temple fair atmosphere.

Sudden.

The dense crowd caused a commotion.

People followed the direction of the gaze.

Two women and one man emerged from the crowd.

The reason these three have received so much attention is undoubtedly their good looks.

The man was quite tall and handsome. He wore a patterned haori, a symbol of being unmarried, which added to his noble air. He looked like the son of a general who had stepped out of a TV drama.

The woman beside him had exquisite features and captivating, bright eyes. She held the man's hand gently, quite naturally.

With his other hand, he linked arms with a mature woman of elegant demeanor, whose simple kimono further accentuated her refined and understated air.

If these three handsome men appeared individually, they would be enough to cause a sensation.

Not to mention they're all together now.

This naturally attracted the attention of passersby, who couldn't take their eyes off it.

This is Sett and his mother, Nishimiya, who have come to attend the fireworks festival!

"Wow... so many little girls are staring at you, Sett! Looks like the haori I picked out for you is really nice!" Nishimiya Yuka said to Sett in a low voice, linking arms with him.

"That's because I'm handsome," Sett replied.

Sudden.

Sensing that her older sister had stopped, Sett turned her head and saw that it was her mother, Nishimiya Akemi, who had stopped on the other side, her elegant chin slightly raised, her beautiful eyes looking straight ahead.

That's a small shop that sells takoyaki (octopus balls).

"Has he thought of some culinary disaster again...?" Sett chuckled and shook his head, saying to his mother, "Mom, you go ahead, I'll go check out that shop next door that sells Buddhist trinkets."

Akemi Nishimiya nodded and walked over, her eyes wide as she blatantly began to secretly learn cooking techniques.

"Me too! Me too!" Nishimiya Yuka volunteered, wanting to go with Sett.

Sett gave her a wink and said, "Go with Mom. What if she gets lost later?"

"No way, you think too highly of Mom."

Then the two silently watched as Akemi Nishimiya, like a child, intently watched the entire process of making takoyaki.

Yuuka Nishimiya covered her face with her hands and relented, "Fine... I'll go watch over Mom..."

Wait until I coax my older sister away.

Seti quickly squeezed through the crowd and ran to a small Buddhist shop not far away.

This is a typical souvenir or gift shop in Senso-ji Temple where tourists can buy souvenirs or gifts.

Normally it's crowded when tourists are there, but now that it's a fireworks festival full of Tokyo locals, there aren't as many people, so the whole shop feels unusually empty.

Sett had just walked in.

The shop owner, who seemed bored, raised his eyebrows and called out from afar, "Welcome! What would you like to buy, sir?"

"I'll just look around myself," Sett replied, and began to search.

The items sold in the shop are very simple, mostly Buddhist trinkets such as prayer beads, incense, incense burners, and wooden fish that can be struck to increase merit.

On the other side, Buddhist scriptures were neatly arranged.

That was also Sett's goal for this trip.

The first thing Seti noticed was the booklet of the Diamond Sutra, which looked almost exactly like the one the old monk had given him—a small booklet with a pale gold cover.

I glanced at it a few times.

Sett discovered that even the content was exactly the same!

"Could the Diamond Sutra that the old monk gave me have come from here?" Serti thought to himself.

He then turned his attention to other classic texts.

Picking up a copy of the Heart Sutra, Seti looked up at the shopkeeper sitting by the door. Seeing that the shopkeeper had no objections, he lowered his head and began to read.

"When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, he perceived that the five aggregates are empty, and thus transcended all suffering and distress."

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

“...Parasaṃgate, Bodhi Svaha.”

After patiently reading through it in his mind, Sett gazed at the personal interface in his field of vision.

There was no textual description of the skills that could be learned.

Was the Heart Sutra not working? Or was the Diamond Sutra that the old monk gave me special...? Seti thought, and then picked up the Nirvana Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, and the Perfect Enlightenment Sutra... and patiently read them all.

There are still no texts describing skills that can be learned.

"Hiss... This is strange. Could it be that the Diamond Sutra the old monk gave me contains something special that I don't understand? Or is it that I can only learn the Diamond Sutra...?" Seti wondered.

Sett refused to believe it, and despite being a poor student, he still forced himself to read the obscure and difficult scriptures for a long time.