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Chapter 151 Extra: Moko's Adventure (Part 1)

Moko had been sitting in this bar for a while.

According to her information, a strange person would appear here tonight.

Here we must introduce our female lead.

Mako, an A-rank magical girl, is 14 years old and attends Kyoto Second Middle School. She has average grades and a lively personality, full of the immaturity and mischievousness typical of girls her age, but she also has a heart full of righteous enthusiasm.

Just after her 14th birthday, by chance, she became a magical girl. In just a few months, she was promoted from the most basic C-rank to B-rank, and then from B-rank to A-rank, which can be described as extraordinary talent.

However, the exceptionally talented Moko has a worry.

That is, since she became a magical girl, she has never truly eliminated a monster or a monster, and the most difficult mission she ever completed was actually arresting a magician who committed a crime.

Every time she arrived after hearing news of the monster's appearance, she saw a magical girl using the Heart Gem to retrieve the monster's remains.

As for the strange people... she had heard that there were many strange people in Kyoto, but no one could find their lair. They could only search for their traces based on rumors and hearsay.

Unfortunately, Moko heard that a strange person would appear in this bar.

She eagerly accepted the task and went alone.

By the way, Moko has teammates, but they are all still at C-level, which is their probationary period. Moko, on the other hand, advanced too quickly and before the annual personnel adjustment could take place, she jumped to A-level.

The mission she took on was quite difficult. If this weirdo was really an A-rank, then bringing teammates along would only be a hindrance.

It is said that this strange man is a lecherous beast who preys on all kinds of women, and someone in this bar is his target tonight.

who can that be?

Moko sat on a small stool, watching the dazzling neon lights of the bar. The music in the center of the dance floor was deafening, the rhythm so fast it was almost suffocating. The crowd was packed tightly together, bodies twisting wildly to the beat, sweat and desire intertwining in the air, forming an invisible net. Every now and then someone would scream or curse because of a collision, but it would be immediately drowned out by the even louder noise.

To be honest, she really disliked the atmosphere. The noise around her seemed completely out of place, and her ears were practically bubbling from listening to all the chaotic sounds.

But she endured it in order to find clues about the strange man.

Minors were not allowed in the bar, but Mozi had disguised herself before coming. She untied her childish ponytail and let it hang loose behind her head. She also applied a thick layer of smoky makeup to cover up her youthful appearance. She looked like a young delinquent who had just come of age, which allowed her to sneak in.

Moko's gaze swept over each suspicious person, then she considered how likely it was that this person was a weirdo.

After observing for a while, Moko became deeply suspicious that every man in the bar might be a weirdo.

Their ravenous expressions matched the description of their lewdness in the intelligence report. If they weren't in a public place, Moko would have suspected they were about to have sex right there and then.

Of course, the women here are equally impressive.

After chasing away another person who tried to pick her up, Moko frowned. Perhaps she couldn't find any clues by observing like this. Strange people don't easily give themselves away.

Moko changed her approach. Since the other party was there to hunt for women, she only needed to find the woman in the room who was most likely to become the monster's target.

She turned her gaze to the courtesan in the center of the dance floor. This woman was heavily made up, looking like a monster, but she had an exceptionally good figure. Who knows, she might be a great beauty after removing her makeup.

Is she the target?

Moko decided to continue observing, while also keeping an eye out for any unusual occurrences in other people's lives.

"Little sister, all alone?" a voice came from the side.

"No need, please go away, I hate men." Moko subconsciously threw out the three-word sentence. She had used this tough attitude to drive away many people who tried to chat her up before.

She quickly realized that the voice was ethereal and melodious, unlike the annoying men from before; it was a gentle and pleasant female voice.

Moko subconsciously looked over and saw a girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old smiling at her. She had a pure and charming appearance, and her face was bare, making her seem out of place with her surroundings.

"I was mistaken for a boy, huh? Is my voice really that deep?" The girl laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Ah, sorry." Moko scratched her head awkwardly.

Because of the good first impression, Moko developed a slight liking for this girl and did not keep her at arm's length as before.

The girl also sensed the change in Mozi's attitude. She didn't say anything, but instead sucked on a straw and sipped the drink in her glass.

It doesn't look like an alcoholic beverage, but rather a fruit juice-like drink.

It took her a while to put down her glass. "Why are you sitting here all alone? Why don't you go and dance with them?"

"No, no, thank you." Moko quickly refused.

"Where's your partner?" the girl asked.

After understanding what the word meant, Moko shook her head and said, "No."

"That's strange." The girl propped one elbow on the bar counter, propped her chin on her hand, and looked her over with interest. "You come to a place like this alone, without drinking or dancing. You can't possibly be here looking for a one-night stand, can you?"

Moko was so frightened by the other person's bold words that she waved her hands repeatedly. Although she was wearing old-fashioned makeup, she was only a fourteen-year-old girl and would not usually be exposed to such things at school.

"I'm here to find someone," Moko said ambiguously.

"Looking for someone? I know quite a few people here; some of them are regulars." The girl raised an eyebrow. "Need my help?"

"Do you come here often?" Moko asked in surprise. The other person looked pure and lovely, and didn't seem like someone who frequented nightclubs all year round.

"Yes." The girl shook the glass in her hand, realized she had finished her drink, and turned to the waiter behind the counter, saying, "Young man, another one, please."

She glanced at Mozi and said, "Give this young lady a glass too, just some juice."

A little while later, the girl handed the juice to Mozi, saying, "It's not alcohol, don't worry."

Moko hesitated for a moment, then took the juice. "Thank you."

The girl turned her gaze to the dancer in the center of the stage and started talking, "I come here often, but only to accompany my friend." She pointed to the courtesan on stage, "She likes to come here, so I can only accompany her."

Moko glanced at the alluring dancers on stage, then at the pure and pretty girl in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and didn't say anything.

Whether these two are suitable to be friends is none of her business. After all, it's their private matter, and she's only met them once, so she shouldn't interfere.

"Hey beautiful, need a buddy?" a male voice called out.

The girl opposite smiled politely, pointed at Mozi, and said, "Excuse me, I have a companion."

The boy gave the two of them strange looks, but thankfully he didn't pester them and instead tactfully walked away.

After being approached, Moko suddenly realized that this girl was pure and beautiful, standing out like a spotless pearl in this chaotic bar, and that she was very likely the weirdo's target!

(End of this chapter)