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Even though she didn't practice the Tendou-ryu fighting style, it was clear that Mahiro's Black Wind technique was countless times more refined than Rentaro's, a level that would take at least decades of hard training to reach.

Even his senior brother, Akimaru Tsuzawa, who was expelled from the sect, probably couldn't have reached such a refined level.

"Oh, I forgot to mention earlier, because my eyes can see through the true nature of things, I can instantly learn any move used in front of me," Yotsuba Mahiro explained in a calm tone.

Satomi Rentaro:?

Tendo Kigeng:? ?

real or fake?

Are you kidding me?

Can it instantly learn any move you make?!

If Yotsuba Mahiro really doesn't have any other motives, then wouldn't I have struck gold?!

In an instant, Kisara Tendo became extremely interested in Mahiro Yotsuba!

P.S.: From now on, I'll be writing 10,000 words every day!

Chapter 65: Going out, and then picking up a little girl.

The induction ceremony has ended.

He also successfully joined the Tiantong Civil Security Company.

However, he could also see that although both Kisaragi and Rentaro had accepted him and Kisaragi had developed a great interest in him, they had never let go of their basic wariness.

It's ok.

He didn't care.

Ultimately, true feelings are exchanged for true feelings between people.

There's still a long way to go; we can get to know each other slowly and gradually.

However, because he does not currently possess a police officer's license, he is unable to assist with the entrustment at this time.

So for the next few days, I was busy with my own things.

First, we need to resolve the household registration issue.

Perhaps because it's similar to the apocalypse, the household registration system isn't as strict as expected; in fact, it's quite lenient.

It can be done as long as you pay money; no wonder Kisara was so confident that she could solve it...

Incidentally, he also bought an apartment.

As for money, of course, it's about turning the pebbles picked up on the roadside into gold and then exchanging them for money.

Quite convenient.

As for whether inflation will cause gold prices to fall, that's none of his business.

He doesn't live here all the time.

Moreover, the amount of gold he used was negligible; even if the entire large quantity from the firm were to circulate in the market, it would still be easily absorbed.

A few days later, Makoto went out to shop as usual.

But as soon as they stepped onto the street, they discovered that the sky above had become overcast and a light drizzle was falling.

"Luckily I brought an umbrella."

Mahiro opened his umbrella and strolled in the rain, recalling the intelligence he had been compiling over the past few days.

Although I've been dealing with various miscellaneous matters during this time, I've also gathered a lot of information. Combined with my original understanding of the world, I've gained a general understanding of the current situation.

Needless to say, outside the megaliths, there is a large threat from Gastrea, which are classified into Lv1 to LV4 based on genetic complexity.

The zodiac, which is above LV4, is the greatest threat in this world.

They were a group of moving natural disasters.

Any one of them could destroy an area inhabited by humans.

That's right. Because of the Gastrea, this world is no longer divided into countries, but into many human living areas, just like the Tokyo area beneath his feet, each with its own leader.

Even between these regions, there is infighting and frequent friction over various issues.

This is true even within the Tokyo area.

Thinking of this, he looked through the transparent umbrella at the blurry, pure white figure on the distant big screen.

The Holy Emperor, a young ruler of the Tokyo area, has dedicated himself to protecting the cursed children, despised by the world, since taking office, even introducing the "Gastrea New Law"—

A new bill respecting the basic human rights of "cursed children".

Unfortunately, the bill was repeatedly rejected by the Senate. On the contrary, the "Family Registration Deprivation Law" promoted by Kikunojo Tendo, who served as an assistant, almost passed. The law deprived the children of their human rights.

Fortunately, the Holy Emperor strongly opposed it, and the bill was not promulgated.

"Although he's an idealist, he's also quite gentle."

Even if she's just a canary kept in captivity by Kikunojo Tendo like a puppet, at least she's trying her best to do what she can for those poor children.

Honestly, he doesn't dislike guys like that.

Looking at the misty world before him, he gradually lowered his umbrella, letting the cool raindrops fall on his face and slide down his facial features.

If only this filthy world could be purified by rainwater.

"What are you thinking? You're not some savior, just a mere passerby. Besides, if you really want to be one, you might as well be a world-destroying demon king."

Feeling the purity of the rain, Shinji chuckled self-deprecatingly, suppressing all the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, then shielded himself from the rain again and continued strolling on the sparsely populated street.

That's how it should have been.

As the rain intensifies, it appears that Tokyo's drainage system is not functioning properly, leading to flooding in many areas.

Then, from a dimly lit alleyway flooded by water, came the sound of sobbing.

Turning his head, he saw an overturned tin garbage can soaking in the rainwater.

Mahiro was a little curious: what was this creature, hiding in a trash can to avoid the rain, that appeared in such a place? Was it a wild, round-headed old man, or an abandoned Pochi?

So, in order to find out the truth, he activated the "Eye of the Spirit".

"Oh, so it's the abandoned Pochi-chan."

Judging from her size, she should be a girl of only seven or eight years old. Nearly half of her body was submerged in the accumulated rainwater. She was curled up in a trash can like a piece of trash that had been carelessly thrown away. Her body was covered with various bruises and wounds, and there was a knife wound on her back that was oozing blood.

Her body was trembling slightly, whether from the cold or from the pain, she couldn't tell.

It's quite rare to see a wild cursed child appearing in the city center of Tokyo.

After all, the people here are not friendly to them; they will usually capture them and torture them to death when they encounter them.

Even with their immense power, these children dared not resist, allowing these newborns in human skin to ravage them.

It's sad, but that's the reality right now.

Out of curiosity, Mahiro walked into the alley and approached the overturned trash can.

"Woo..."

The girl in the trash can couldn't help but let out another soft moan.

The discomfort of her body being gradually deprived of its warmth by the accumulated fluid, along with the excruciating pain throughout her body, made her tremble uncontrollably.

The cold, rusty smell of sewage that brushed against her lips was familiar and distinct to her.

That was the smell of blood.

It wasn't someone else's; it belonged to her alone.

The girl was already used to this; anyway... she would recover soon.

Rather, this is the only way to make her feel better.

The numbness from blood loss, and the sensation of being soaked in cold water, made her body, which was covered in blood bruises from the beating, feel a little better.

If she could, she even wished that the bone-chilling cold would completely strip her of her body temperature, and even her life.

But that is impossible.

Even though her body temperature had become unbalanced, even though she was covered in wounds and unable to move, even though there was a wound on her back that almost pierced through her thin body.

But the girl knew very well that this alone wouldn't kill her.

The cursed child has an extremely strong physique, but this level of injury is not enough to kill her.

To kill her, you'd have to either smash her brain or shred her heart.

How did she know?

She had the misfortune of witnessing her companions being killed in this way.

Although I narrowly escaped death, now that I think about it, I wish I had died with my friends.

Surviving serious injuries is a stroke of luck for most people, but for the girl, it was a misfortune.

Or rather, simply being alive is an extremely painful thing.

Even though I'm still alive, it's not because of any vow, nor because I have any attachment to this world.

Simply because her body wouldn't allow her to die.

Her dwindling survival instincts and terrifying regenerative abilities have forced her to cling to life until now.

When hunger is so intense that one feels like dying, one rummages through garbage cans for rotten food to fill one's stomach.

When they were so thirsty that they could not bear it, they survived by drinking dirty water from the streets.

She endured all these hardships.

Even now, she can no longer feel her own body temperature, her whole body is completely numb, and even her consciousness is beginning to become hazy.

But she knew very well that she couldn't die.

Well... she had experienced this countless times before, and the wound would probably have healed by the time she lost too much blood.

All she could do was drag her battered and bruised body back to this home that offered her a little warmth, curl up inside, and quietly wait for dawn.

Although she knew very well that even if her body recovered the next day, all the pain and scars would disappear like a lie, and the sunlight under the rising sun would still be warm.

But for her, everything was just the most hopeless gray.

After all, she wasn't human; she was an immortal monster, a creature others called a Gastrea...

Since I can't die, I can only cling to life.

'Well... before that, let's drink some more water and fill our stomachs... so we can move around tomorrow.'

Thinking this, the girl curled up in the trash can and slightly opened her mouth, letting the stagnant water that was about to choke her nose pour into her mouth, swallowing it little by little with the movement of her throat.

'Hmm...although it smells a bit like garbage and blood, it's...much better than the stuff in the ditch.......'

The girl felt as if she had drunk nectar, and couldn't help but cheer softly in her heart; this was her little happiness.

Although there was a cleaner water source in the park, she dared not go there, because she would only be treated as a monster polluting the water and then suffer an even more miserable beating.

Moreover, those people might be hesitant to kill her because of the law, which would be even more torment for her.

Therefore, this stagnant water, mixed with the smell of garbage and her own blood, could be called nectar. Of course, if she could, she would prefer to enjoy rainwater that falls from the sky and is not polluted.

That's what she hoped for.

Until a warm and gentle touch came from my head.

"...Is it...the God? Has the God... come to greet me?"

Perhaps it was because she had just drunk some water that she had the strength to say such a sentence despite being extremely weak.

After all, she had never felt such a gentle caress, such a warm touch.

"It's not a deity... Are you alright? But it seems I asked a stupid question. You don't look alright at all in your current state."

Upon hearing that slightly magnetic voice, the girl was instantly jolted awake. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she immediately rolled over in the trash can, as if trying to get away from the other person and curl up in a corner.

Unfortunately, the trash can is only so big and it's round, so where could she hide?

Coupled with intense hunger and significant blood loss, she had no strength to escape and could only struggle helplessly.

"Please...don't hit me..."