Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku.

"?"

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."

Sato, who was prepared, took out a crumpled receipt.

"Thanks..."

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

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

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

What the hell! 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.

"Thanks."

"That's 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 at once.

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 drink with Xiaochuan once, and it was incredibly rewarding!

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, which 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.

The duration has also increased. Compared to a week ago when he had just unlocked the skill and could only simulate dying more than twenty times in an hour before his mental energy dissipated, he can now simulate for an hour and a half a day.

This is partly due to his increased pain tolerance, and partly because he can withstand the illusion of Chiba for longer and longer periods of time.

Although his current abilities are still far inferior to those of Shinichi Chiba on screen, his action scenes, based on comparison and observation over this period of time, are still much better than those of ordinary extras.

This is normal. Although he is not very talented, this ability was gained through pain. If he didn't make this kind of progress, he might as well jump off a building.

"call."

Finally, the boy, having left behind the crowded and smelly tram, arrived outside the tram station.

The bright sun shines on the street, and many office workers are walking briskly or slowly along the tree-lined avenue in front of them, looking energetic and vibrant.

The boy, dressed only in a secondhand tracksuit, seemed completely out of place here.

This also drew disdainful glances from well-dressed office workers passing by.

To them, regardless of why Sato wore that outfit, they saw it as him being detached from the group and not fitting in.

As for those who are unsociable and of lowly status, it is only natural to despise them.

Ignoring the stares of those around him, the boy stretched and tapped his toes.

"Then let's begin!"

After activating mental martial arts again, his feet began to move as well.

He deliberately got off the tram one stop early before arriving at the company, just so he could go for a run.

Running is a fundamental and very useful activity.

It was a required course even in my past life when I was in art school.

Of course, sleep and diet are equally important.

......

Since it was before work, Sato didn't run for too long, only jogging for fifteen minutes before arriving at the company.

As time passed, one more person was gone from the company, but the remaining people were quite friendly to Sato. They greeted the boy, who was sweating slightly.

Sato politely nodded in return as he walked toward Ogawa's office area.

"Don't you think Sato has gotten more and more handsome lately?"

As Sato left, a girl couldn't help but say something.

Although it had only been a week, the boy's changes were so dramatic that people couldn't help but look at him again and again.

Perhaps because she had just finished exercising, she looked slightly out of breath, which made her even more alluring.

Your eyes are practically sparkling with hearts!

The young man next to him made a comment and then took a closer look at the boy, saying, "But his face has gotten a lot fuller, and his body looks more muscular."

"I heard he recently gained the supervisor's favor, what a pity."

What's the pity? Well, it's because it's in this company.

I've watched the company grow from about fifty people to just over ten.

Even other artists are becoming increasingly rare; if they stay here, even if they have the ability, it will be difficult for them to make a difference.

"Um......"

The girl's sigh upon hearing this was filled with regret.

Such a promising and handsome young man can only stay here and watch the entire company sink into ruin.

If they are unlucky and cannot find a follow-up company, they may have no choice but to regretfully retire from the entertainment industry.

Just like most of the other artists in this company.

Of course, it's not necessarily true that the young man is in a good position. With his current qualifications, he might be able to find a company to take him over.

Thinking it over, the girl whispered with a gossipy look on her face, "But do you think Ogawa-san and Sato might be having an affair?"

"Does it look like it to you?"

The young man retorted irritably, pointing his finger in the direction of Ogawa and Sato.

The two seemed to be exchanging businesslike glances, without even a smile.

"It doesn't seem like it now, but these kinds of things do happen in the industry, and the two of them are quite handsome and beautiful."

"I heard they used to play games like patting heads in the office."

The girl retorted with a gossipy look on her face.

"This kind of thing..."

The young man's gaze swept over the two people not far away again, and a feeling of jealousy welled up in his heart once more.

He didn't have any problem with Sato; it was just pure male envy and jealousy.

After all, Xiao Chuan is the goddess of their company, and the one and only.

Unfortunately, he was rejected by all the men who pursued him.