Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

Kuroba Shido eventually led Onodera Zannen deeper into the rat district.

no way.

The senior student practically had "Since you're already here" written all over her face... How could he possibly refuse?

Moreover, if he refuses, the boss might unleash its second form... and then he'll be in deep trouble.

Eh...

With a sigh, Shido Kuroba had no choice but to grit his teeth and move forward.

The road gets older and older as you walk it.

The relatively tidy streets near the school were slowly left behind. The lights in the convenience stores became sparse, the words on the signs faded, and the power lines stretched between the buildings like black vines. There were old cardboard boxes and broken plastic baskets piled up in the corners, and the air was filled with dampness, grease, mold, and a kind of rotten smell that was hard to wash away.

This is the rat area.

It tastes like something a poor person would eat.

Kuroba Shido didn't react much.

He lived in such a place for a long time, not only after he went to university, but also during high school and junior high school, the accommodation conditions were not much better than here, and in some places they were even more outrageous.

For him, this kind of dilapidation was not a new kind of hardship, but just a backdrop to his life.

Onodera Zannen watched the whole time.

She watched quietly.

It wasn't the surprise a young lady would feel when she first saw a slum, nor was it disgust or pity. She simply took in the old buildings, narrow alleys, dirty ditches, mottled walls, and potholes that she subconsciously avoided while walking along the Black Feather Road, little by little, and memorized them.

Kuroba Shido glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

The senior student showed no sign of backing down.

He didn't even frown.

This made Shido Kuroba even more uneasy.

If a typical rich girl walked into this place, she would at least show some signs of "discomfort," "wanting to leave," or "is this place not safe?"

There is no Onodera Zan'on.

She walked here, still gentle and calm, as if everything around her was just information she needed to understand carefully.

A few minutes later, the two finally stopped in front of an old apartment building.

The exterior walls of the building were covered in peeling paint, the light bulb at the stairwell was flickering, the mailbox next to it was badly rusted, and there were empty beverage cans on the ground that no one knew who had thrown them, which were being blown around by the wind.

Kuroba Shido raised his cane and pointed upstairs.

"arrive."

"Senior, this place is messy and messy, maybe we should..." Even at this moment, Kuroba Shido still wanted to try!

Still making money!

Onodera Zannen looked up.

Dilapidated, shabby, utterly terrible...

"No." Onodera Tsune shook his head.

She looked at Shido Kuroba, her voice soft but earnest.

"This is where Shido lived, not a place to be blamed."

Kuroba Shido was momentarily stunned.

That's too serious.

He was so serious that he was embarrassed to immediately reply, "Then, senior, why don't you go back now and complain about the rent in Tokyo?"

Onodera Zannen continued, "And I'd like to know how Shido lived before."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

It’s over.

She really had no intention of leaving.

Kuroba Shido steeled himself and turned to go upstairs.

The stairs were narrow, the handrails were peeling, and there were glue marks left from old GG shoes on the walls. When you stepped on them, your shoes made a slight echo.

Onodera Zannen followed behind, his steps very light.

Kuroba Shido walked ahead, already beginning to regret his actions.

His comment about the "terrible place" was meant to persuade people to leave, but Onodera Zannen not only didn't leave, but seemed to have triggered some hidden mission to "understand Shido's past living environment".

You underestimated her.

You underestimate her.

Having come this far, how could the senior possibly let go?

Even if she sees cockroaches having a meeting in the house now, she will most likely gently ask, "Were these Shido's former neighbors?"

The more Kuroba Shido thought about it, the more terrified he became.

The two finally reached the door.

Oh wait...

There is no door.

Only mouth.

Because the door had already cracked before.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Onodera Zannen: "..."

The air was quiet.

Shido Kuroba looked at the door and blinked.

Oh.

correct.

He then remembered that the door was broken and hadn't been fixed yet. He hadn't been home for a day or two, either resting at that good-for-nothing kid's place or at Old Niu Ma's place...

On the contrary, the apartment I used to live in has been completely forgotten. My schedule has been too tight lately, one thing after another, leaving no time to breathe. There's no time to fix the door.

Okay, just kidding. Even if I had the time, I wouldn't fix it.

How much is a door worth?

Wouldn't it be better to save that money and buy a couple more discounted rice balls?

As for where to stay... he had no choice!

Come out, my old ox-horse!

At the same time, several kilometers away, Amamiya Kaoru, who was still eating an apple in the infirmary, sneezed without warning.

"Ah Qiu..."

"Who insulted me?" Amamiya Kaoru was completely confused.

……

Onodera Zannen looked at Kuroba Shido.

Kuroba Shido also looked at Onodera Zannen.

The two looked at each other.

Kuroba Shido slowly spoke, "Senior, if I told you this is an open-plan entryway design, would you believe me?"

Onodera Zanne looked at the door that had fallen against the wall, her tone still gentle.

"Um."

"Does Shido like open-plan entryways?"

Kuroba Shido remained silent.

She actually answered it seriously.

Shido Kuroba cleared his throat.

"Actually, this is Tokyo's minimalist poverty style. The core concept is to reduce the presence of doors and allow residents to maintain good communication with the outside world."

Onodera Zannen nodded gently.

"So why did the door break?"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Senior, you still know how to focus on the important points.

He looked at the door with a serious expression.

"This is a very complex story, involving unexpected life events, dilapidated door locks, structural problems with the house, and the helpless choices made by a poor boy in the face of unforeseen circumstances."

Onodera Zannen asked, "Was it kicked and damaged?"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Why are you so skilled?

And please, stop talking! I'm just a rat in the dark sewers, I can't stand the light. Please, Yami, shut up... Waaah!

Onodera Zannen didn't press for details, but simply said softly, "When Shido-kun lived here before, didn't you fix the door when it broke?"

Kuroba Shido scratched his head.

"The main problem is that repairing the door costs money."

Onodera Zanneo fell silent for a moment.

Kuroba Shido immediately added, "But it's not a big problem. There's not much to steal here. The thief might even have to leave me two hundred yen for emotional distress."

Onodera Zanne looked at him.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

He suddenly realized that the joke wasn't very effective.

That shouldn't be the case; a normal person would smile, right?

Oh, I almost forgot, my senior isn't a normal person...

To prevent the atmosphere from getting any weirder, Shido Kuroba quickly went inside, pulled up the door that had fallen to one side, and tried to put it back near the door frame.

"Senior, feel free to look around. I'll close this open entryway a little first."

Onodera Zannen entered the room.

The room was very small.

There's not much stuff either.

An old bed, a table, a cabinet, a few household items, and some miscellaneous items that Kuroba Shido hadn't had time to deal with before. The air was filled with the smell of dust from a long period of vacancy.

It's really empty here.

But for Onodera Zannen, this place was not empty.

This is where Shido Kuroba lived.

The table had wear marks on its edges, indicating that he used to sit there frequently.

The floor next to the bed was a slightly darker color, like marks left from being walked on for a long time...

There was a half-ripped convenience store discount coupon stuck on the cabinet; there was a strip of old tape by the window, as if it had been used to temporarily repair something.

Every place was very simple.

Every place bears the traces of Shido Kuroba's existence.

Onodera Zannen stood in the center of the room, slowly observing everything, her expression growing increasingly serene.

There was a subtle joy amidst the quiet.

Kuroba Shido was still fighting with the broken door at the entrance.

He struggled to pull the door up, trying to make it look more like a door than a wooden corpse.

Muttering to himself, he used his cane to brace against the bottom of the door, finally managing to get it to sit at an angle against the door frame. Although it looked like it would fall over at the slightest touch, at least it looked like there was a door.

It's mostly psychological; it's actually completely useless.

Kuroba Shido nodded in satisfaction.

"That's so cool! You were amazing!"

He turned around after speaking.

Then I saw Onodera Zanne standing in the room, looking around with gentle eyes.

At the same time, the status notification above her head began to change wildly.

[Current Status: Quiet, focused, recording the environment of the target's former residence, confirming the presence of numerous traces of Shido's life here.]

[Current Status: Enjoyable, excited; traces of the target's prolonged stay have been detected; satisfied that Shido's presence is still present in the room; currently reassessing the significance of the old residence within the relationship network.]

[Current state: Pleasure, possession; judging this place as an important past living space for Shido, believing that he has successfully entered a part of the target's past, and experiencing a mixed reaction of pity and possessiveness towards the target who once lived alone here.]

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Joy...pleasure?

and many more!

Senior...you're not really a pervert, are you?