Tokyo: Love Begins with Controlling the Rich Girl

Is this the legendary, eccentric genius who lacks common sense?!

Before Shimada Sho could continue his rant, the blue system screen that only he could see popped up again in front of him:

[Limited-time training mission triggered!]

[Yukine Kamishiro's Wish: A Boring Daily Life.]

[Task Description: She has lived like a beautiful glass doll for sixteen years, protected in an absolutely safe greenhouse, her world utterly uneventful. Please show her something [different kind of excitement] to break this monotonous routine!]

[Task Reward: Upon completion of the wish, the reward will be calculated, and you will obtain advanced skills.]

"No money?" Shimada Sho asked, somewhat disappointed.

But her thoughts were immediately interrupted by a "click" sound coming from outside the door.

The iron door to the equipment room was pushed open from the outside.

Three delinquent teenagers with dyed yellow hair and wearing loose-fitting uniforms walked in.

The fat man leading the group held a DSLR camera in his hand and wore a disgusting, lewd smile.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Kamishiro. Don't be afraid. As long as you cooperate and take a few photos with less clothing, we'll release you once we get the money." The fat man rubbed his hands together as he walked towards the vaulting mat.

"How should Mr. Thug deal with hooligans?"

The voice of Yukine Kamishiro echoed in my mind, a rare hint of anticipation in her voice.

Shimada Sho did not respond, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Combined with that aloof and stunningly beautiful young girl's face, it exudes an eerie feeling.

He looked at the thugs approaching and said coldly, "Since they are thugs, of course we should use violence to solve the problem."

As he spoke, Shimada Sho suddenly bent his right thumb inward.

With a muffled thud as bones dislocated, his slender, snow-white wrist slipped out of the knot in an instant.

Then, her two freed hands swiftly freed her feet from their restraints.

"Huh? You... how did you untie it..." The blond thug at the front was stunned.

But he didn't take this seemingly delicate young lady seriously at all, and subconsciously reached out to grab her shoulder.

"too slow."

Shimada Sho's eyes sharpened, and his center of gravity instantly sank.

He did not choose to confront the opponent head-on with his fists.

This body's absolute strength is too weak; hitting a man would not only not hurt, but would also injure its own finger bones.

The first rule of street fighting: Utilize every available leverage and weakness!

Shimada Sho dodged the other man's groping hand, his fair and slender hands gripping the blond man's wrists tightly. Then, using the immense centrifugal force from his body's rotation, he twisted his highly flexible waist sharply!

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed like thunder in the quiet equipment room.

"Aaaaaaah, my hand!!!"

The blond-haired man let out a pig-like scream as his entire right arm was twisted into an extremely contorted angle by a reverse joint, causing him to kneel down on the ground.

"One."

Using the recoil from breaking the blond man's arm, Shimada Sho delivered a precise side kick with his long right leg, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, slamming it hard into the side of the second thug's knee!

There are no muscles protecting the sides of the human knee joint.

"Bang! Crack!"

Before the second thug could even utter a sound, his knees bent backward instantly, and his massive body collapsed like a pile of mud.

"Monster! This guy is a monster!!!"

The fat boss, who was holding the camera, was so frightened that he dropped the camera on the ground.

He stared in horror at the stunningly beautiful girl with flowing silver hair before him.

The fat man yelled and turned to run out the door.

Can they escape?

With a push of his feet, Shimada Sho propelled the girl's lithe body forward, instantly closing the distance.

Instead of grabbing the fat man with his hands, he suddenly jumped up when he was half a meter away from him.

With his body’s amazing flexibility, he used his long, straight legs to clamp the fat man’s neck tightly in mid-air.

Using the momentum of his fall and his entire body weight, Shimada Sho used his waist to execute a perfect armbar choke in mid-air!

"boom!!"

The nearly 200-pound fat man was flipped over by this clever force, his head slamming heavily onto the cement ground. He didn't even let out a scream before his eyes rolled back, he foamed at the mouth, and he passed out.

The entire process takes no more than ten seconds.

silence.

A deathly silence.

All that could be heard were the faint, painful groans of the two thugs on the ground.

Shimada Sho slowly stood up and patted the dust off the hem of his sailor uniform skirt.

Apart from slightly rapid breathing, this perfect body didn't even break a sweat.

"Incredible..." came the exclamation of Yukine Kamishiro in his mind.

This time, his speech was noticeably faster than before, accompanied by a rare emotional fluctuation:

Shimada Sho, however, looked disgusted. "Weak body."

He grasped her wrist with one hand, feeling how thin and delicate it was.

This body is only slightly stronger than the original owner's; otherwise, he could have dealt with those three scoundrels in five seconds.

"This is Mr. Thug's world, huh?"

Yukine Kamishiro's voice carried a hint of inquiry.

Shimada Sho smiled slightly, "How was it, Miss? Was it exciting enough?"

"Yes," Yukine Kamishiro replied affirmatively, "It's more interesting than being kidnapped."

Just then, extremely rapid footsteps and piercing police sirens suddenly came from outside the door.

"boom!!"

The iron door to the equipment room was violently kicked open.

A group of top bodyguards from the Kamishiro Zaibatsu, dressed in black suits, wearing sunglasses, and exuding a menacing aura, along with several fully armed police officers, rushed in as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Young Miss!! We're late... uh?!"

The head of the bodyguards who was at the forefront froze in mid-air, his hand, which was about to draw his gun.

He, and all the police officers behind him, stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

Under dim lighting.

This young lady, whom the Kamishiro family considers priceless and as pure as a white lily, is now elegantly stepping on the face of the kidnapper leader with one foot.

Her silver hair swayed gently in the breeze, and her beautiful face showed no fear of being kidnapped. Instead, a cold smile, extremely unrestrained, wild, and even a bit villainous, hung at the corner of her mouth.

At her feet lay two burly men with broken bones and legs, groaning in pain.

"It looks like your family has come to pick you up."

Shimada Sho knew it was time to retreat.

After all, he was just a substitute player.

"You're to deal with the rest of the mess yourself, Miss."

"Are you leaving, Mr. Thug?" For the first time ever, there was a hint of reluctance in Yukine Kamishiro's voice.

"Don't worry. I'll come find you again if you get bored next time."

Shimada Sho waved his hand casually in his mind, then decisively pressed the [Logout] button on the system panel.

[Consciousness disconnected...]

In the equipment room.

The girl's originally slightly wild gaze momentarily lost focus for a second.

When those amber eyes refocused, they had regained their original deep, calm, and serene quality.

She glanced down at the fat man she was stepping on, and instinctively wanted to lift her leg out of disgust.

The image from earlier suddenly flashed through my mind, and I wanted to imitate Mr. Thug and stomp on it again.

But seeing the anxious butler and bodyguards rushing towards her, she resisted the urge to imitate someone's rude behavior.

With a blank expression, Yukine Kamishiro released her foot, reverting to her usual aloof and cold demeanor.

"You arrived slower than when I was kidnapped last time." She slowly raised her head and commented in her signature ethereal, flat voice.

The butler was almost in tears. "Young Miss, you really can't go on like this. The Master's heart can't take it!"

Chapter Three: Settlement Rewards

Inside a low-rent apartment in Shinjuku Ward, Shimada Sho suddenly opened his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there is a roof covered in mold.

He lay sprawled on the tatami mat in the rented room, holding half a tuna rice ball in his hand.

came back.

The dull, throbbing pain in his stomach served as a stark reminder that he was still the same penniless high school student burdened with two million in high-interest debt and facing the prospect of being reclaimed from the sea next week.

But the next second, a pale blue light screen appeared in my mind.

【Ding! 】

[You have successfully completed Yukine Kamishiro's limited-time wish quest—'A Boring Daily Life'.]

[Task Rating: S-Rank. (You shattered the young lady's dull worldview in an extremely brutal and visually impactful way.)]

[Wish fulfillment complete, reward being distributed...]

[Congratulations to the player for acquiring the advanced skill - 'Expert Level - Close Combat and Joint Techniques'!]

[Note: This skill has been synchronously loaded into the player's real-world body, forming permanent muscle memory, and requires no further learning.]

"Buzz!"

As the system notification sounded, Shimada Sho felt a massive and complex flow of information surge into the depths of his brain.

Countless details about human skeletal structure, power generation techniques, leverage principles, and even various extremely insidious strangulation and joint lock techniques were deeply etched into his mind like a brand.

Immediately afterwards, his malnourished and emaciated body emitted a faint, muffled sound of bones dislocating and muscles stretching.

Shimada Sho suddenly stood up, threw away the rice ball, and tried to throw a straight punch forward, followed by a simulated over-the-shoulder throw.

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

The movements were fluid and smooth, without the slightest hesitation.

It was as if this body had practiced these killing techniques millions of times over countless days and nights!

"That was so awesome..."

Shimada Sho looked at the back of his hand, where the veins were bulging from exertion.

His combat experience from his previous life, combined with the expert-level muscle memory directly imparted by the system, perfectly compensated for the absolute weakness of his current body's lack of strength.

well.

With these skills, even without money, if those gangsters who threatened to kidnap him and take him to international waters come again next week, I have the absolute confidence to let them walk through this door upright and fly out horizontally!

With the immediate crisis of survival temporarily averted, Shimada Sho finally relaxed.

He sat back down on the tatami mat, but his thoughts drifted back to the abandoned equipment room he had just left.

"That eccentric young lady should be home by now, right?"