Tokyo Psychic

He took off his glasses and rubbed them, finally squeezing out some rationality from his exhausted state.

The "I don't eat beef" joke doesn't seem to be popular here, but I said it subconsciously... I have to be more careful with my words and actions in the future.

Kurusu Akatsuki put on his glasses and placed his only 2,100 yen on the table. "A plate of salmon risotto, please."

The answer to his question was the sizzling sound of oil being poured into a hot pan in the kitchen.

My internet bill is gone.

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the banknotes and coins he had pushed onto the table and decided to go out to work tomorrow.

The fire was burning brightly, and the coffee shop fell into a brief silence.

Only the smell of seafood broth, rice, salmon and shrimp gradually flowed out from the kitchen and filled the entire space.

When the aroma was at its strongest, Kurusu Akatsuki's hungry intestines and the clanging sound of the spatula hitting the bottom of the pot began to rise and fall.

Sakura Sojiro walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of steaming salmon risotto and placed it in front of Kurusu Akatsuki.

It was so close that I could clearly see the middle-aged man's appearance with the help of the bright light:

He had a high and shiny forehead, wore a pair of square-framed glasses, had short black hair neatly combed behind his head, had a straight face with a few wrinkles, and had a thick beard on his chin and sides of his face.

He was wearing a light pink shirt and a black mesh kitchen apron. His shoulders were hunched and his back was slightly hunched, as if his not-so-broad back was bearing too much pressure.

Sakura Sojiro was looking at Kurusu Akatsuki with a gentle and calm look.

"Enjoy." A spoon was inserted into the center of the rice.

"Grateful."

After saying that, Kurusu Akatsuki took out 1,800 yen and gave it to Sakura Sojiro.

Sakura Sojiro pinched his beard and looked at Kurusu Akatsuki helplessly, "You can keep this money for yourself. I can still afford a bowl of rice."

"Then consider it as overnight stay."

Sakura Sojiro still waved his hand to refuse, "If you really feel bad, you can get up early tomorrow and help me clean the store."

Kurusu Akatsuki thanked him politely and took back the money in his hand.

"Hey, kid, you're too mature to be a high school student."

"But actually, I'm just a high school student." Kurusu Akatsuki continued with his topic.

"I know, Shujin Private Academy." Sakura Sojiro pointed at Kurusu Akatsuki's school uniform.

Private Shujin Academy?

Kurusu Akatsuki finally knew where she would go to school tomorrow.

He picked up the spoon, scooped up the hot rice and put it into his mouth, then he quickened his movements, cleaning up the rice on the plate almost like a whirlwind.

The middle-aged man in a pink work suit looked up at the time on the wall clock, then took off his apron and stuffed it into the plastic bucket behind the counter.

Sakura Sojiro subconsciously took out a cigarette box from his pocket, put his fingers into the box, suddenly glanced at Kurusu Akatsuki who was eating heartily, and then silently put the cigarette box back into his pocket.

"After eating, remember to wash your plates and spoons."

"It's getting late. If you want to be energetic for school tomorrow, you'd better go to bed."

Then, he naturally took out the key from his pocket and handed it to Kurusu Akatsuki, without even asking the boy why he wanted to "run away from home".

It was not until he left LeBron and walked on the street, feeling the night breeze, that Sakura Sojiro suddenly realized that he seemed to have invested too much trust in this young man he had just met.

He scratched his short hair in annoyance.

"If I really made a mistake, the worst that could happen is to call the police."

Sakura Sojiro talked to himself, as if this could alleviate the anxiety that deepened with age.

The middle-aged man's back bent a little more unconsciously, making his body look a little hunched and short.

The streetlight cast his shadow on the wall, making it look as broad and reliable as a giant.

The night wind blew through the wind chimes next to the eaves of a doll shop, making a tinkling sound.

*

Kurusu Akatsuki put the washed oily plates in the sink, then rummaged through the counter to find a MicroUSB data cable and a plug.

He turned off the lights in the shop and went up to the attic with his cell phone in hand.

LeBron's attic had been simply cleaned. Unused cardboard boxes were piled up in the corner like a small mountain. Three pots of succulents were placed on the shelf, and a chandelier cast a white light.

Kurusu Akatsuki found the only place to stay in the attic——

A small bed made by disassembling a sofa and reassembling it.

When the phone runs out of battery, plug in the data cable and a charging animation composed of large pixels will light up on the screen.

Kurusu Akatsuki watched as the lightning pattern on the screen was gradually filled with green pixels, and felt that he had a very unfortunate life.

A phone with 0% battery.

And a new world life starting from scratch.

Kurusu Xiao lay on the bed with the phone in his hand for a long time, until it had enough power and turned on by itself, making a vibrating "beep beep" sound.

The thief, who was gradually becoming distracted and about to fall asleep, finally focused some of his attention.

Kurusu Akatsuki, who is temporarily unable to use his superpowers, needs to integrate into this strange world as quickly as possible.

So he opened the browser and began to search one by one for the most important historical figures and current affairs news in his memory.

On a dim night, in the silent attic, fingers kept tapping the screen rapidly, making a dull sound like insects hitting glass.

PS:

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003. The Humble and Ignorant Superpower (Two in One)

Kurusu Akatsuki had a very beautiful dream.

I dreamed of starting my own company, forming a superhero organization similar to the Marvel Comics "Avengers." It included a genius hacker girl, a cool punk-style doctor, a hot blonde mixed-race model in a bright red latex suit, and a wealthy tycoon's daughter who fell head over heels in love with him at first sight...

Then he would take these beauties around the world every day to punish evildoers and eliminate evil.

The girls, with their white thighs exposed, called him "husband" and "Darling" in a tooth-sweet way. They squeezed together in the car of a domineering jeep or the cabin of a private plane, listening to passionate rock music and playing strip poker while searching for the villain.

Suddenly, the jeep crashed into a reinforced concrete wall, or the plane hit the world lighthouse's reconnaissance drone in the stratosphere. In short, there was a violent tremor like an earthquake, and all the ambiguity and beauty filled with adolescent delusions were swept away.

Kurusu Akatsuki, who fell to the ground and was half asleep, imagined that a homely girl wearing an apron and holding a spatula would comfort him with soft words, saying something like "Breakfast is ready, it's still early, you can go back and sleep for a while."

Then he opened his eyes and saw only the hairy rectangular face of Sakura Sojiro.

Sakura Sojiro wore an apron over his pink work clothes, the spatula in his hand gleaming with oil. "Breakfast is ready. It's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

The sunlight pierced through the gaps in the curtains, and the beams of light spread over his body, outlining the edges of his clothes with exceptional clarity, as if he were watching an extremely high-definition movie.

Even the wrinkles on his face can be seen clearly.

Kurusu Akatsuki covered her eyes with her hands in pain, not daring to look at Sakura Sojiro again.

It seemed that if I looked at it one more time, the jeep and private jet I had just dreamed of would immediately be cut into the green screen special effects of a disaster movie and explode into fireworks with a loud bang.

Seeing Kurusu Akatsuki lying on the ground with his eyes covered and motionless, Sakura Sojiro kindly helped him find his glasses on the bed and handed them to him. "There's no bedding here. Maybe you caught a cold when you slept last night."

"Maybe I caught a cold... Sorry for my loss of composure." Actually, it was due to lack of sleep.

Kurusu Akatsuki took the glasses and put them on. He stood up quickly and checked his phone. It was 6:20, about two and a half hours until class started.

The ample time was enough for him to find out where the school was.

Sakura Sojiro, holding a spatula, asked Kurusu Akatsuki who was about to go downstairs, "Would you like to have breakfast before leaving? It's my treat."

Kurusu Akatsuki, whose entire fortune might only be enough to buy a few buckets of instant noodles, immediately stopped in his tracks. He replayed the plot of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in his mind, nearly giving way to his knees. Then, with his hands clasped together, he uttered the immortal words, "If you don't mind, I'll be your adoptive father."

"Walk slowly, don't fall."

Kurusu Akatsuki, who walked steadily on the stairs, nodded quickly, "Mr. Sakura, you are right."

This is the bonus for minors.

If you get lost, you will be taken in by kind people and provided with food and accommodation.

If the person sitting in the dark alley cursing that night was a bearded office worker, Sakura Sojiro, carrying a garbage bag, probably wouldn't even bother to look down at him when he passed by.

*

The blue sky, the telephone poles covered with advertising papers, the neatly maintained and clean walls on the street corners, the red brick and gray walls showing a slight sense of age.

Kurusu Akatsuki walked on the dry cement road with his head down, holding his cell phone. Old-style buildings continued to stretch out on his side towards the end of the road. Pitch-black electric wires stretched intricately above his head, forming a spider-web-like structure in the gaps between the houses.

This is Yokenjaya. The outer area appears modern, tending to the overall urban style of Tokyo, but as you go deeper, you can see the retro Showa-style streets.

The bakery in the alley opened early. A woman, her hair a few streaks of gray, carried a plate of freshly baked butter bread to the display case. A bald-headed taxi driver squatted outside the noodle shop, wolfing down his large bowl. Urban white-collar workers, briefcases slung over their shoulders, strode briskly to work... An elementary school student rode a bicycle past Kurusu Akatsuki, who was fiddling with the navigation system on her phone. The clatter of the bicycle's wheels on the concrete pavement echoed through the early morning at Shigenjaya.

Walking towards the tram station.

Occasionally, looking up at the power lines that split the sky overhead, Kurusu Akatsuki subconsciously felt like a frail, pitiful little beetle, carefully climbing through the darkness of the world with its six legs, wary of unknown predators. If it took off with a buzzing flap of wings, it would be entangled in a spider web, helplessly awaiting the arrival of a predator...

This strange uneasiness is not without foundation.

Last night he had gone through history, country, geography, and other established facts that were difficult to change.

Unfortunately, NASA has clearly photographed traces of humanoid activity on the moon, a television in Inaba City, Japan was once a portal to another world, and France seems to be conducting biochemical research in the Seine River.

Up to this point, things were actually quite consistent with Kurusu Akatsuki's understanding, but every subsequent search made him feel like a discovery of earth-shattering proportions...

It’s really weird, all seven continents and five oceans are included!

The modern history of the world began with the Mengdong Revolution.

In our memory, the red bear that was supposed to cross the Eurasian continent and make the world's lighthouses flee in panic was destroyed in a confused manner due to the combined effect of various strange factors.

After being hit by two nuclear bombs, Japan still maintained its independence and did not allow the mysterious Eastern superpower next door to take it in and turn it into a special administrative region.

A group of monks who practiced martial arts in Shaolin Temple suddenly decided to form a football team, and then they took the whole of Asia by storm and represented their country in the World Cup.

Beethoven strangled his fate, enjoyed good health, had a happy family, founded his own orchestra, and left behind countless musical masterpieces throughout his life.

......

However, my favorite famous voice actor and painter, Mr. Takizawa Satoru, simply cannot be found.

Mr. Jotaro Kujo, a top professor at Shinto Marine University who loves fitness, has even become a comic character.

Kurusu Akatsuki still remembers attending his lecture on the sociality of dolphins.

Damn parallel world, without Takizawa’s daily Twitter updates, who will make up for the spiritual nourishment I’m missing when I eat?

In fact, the above changes are all within Kurusu Akatsuki's acceptable range, which means that the world is still peaceful and there are no dangerous disasters about to break out... At least he can return to high school and enjoy the beautiful campus life of his youth.

But then he discovered that there seemed to be magical girls in this world.

Because last month's headline of the "Tokyo Shimbun" was "Tokyo's talented beautiful girl breaks national record in Mitakihara City Youth Math League." In addition to the black-haired girl with low twin ponytails, a cute junior high school student with pink hair tied in pigtails also appeared in the camera.

Don’t think I can’t recognize you two just because you change your hairstyle, Homura Akemi and Madoka Kaname!

It’s bad enough that real people are stuffed into comics, but how can these anime characters appear in reality?

At that time, Kurusu Akatsuki was completely awakened from his sleep. After a careful search, he found that the destruction caused by various battles in "Puella Magi Madoka Magica" did not appear in reality, which made him breathe a sigh of relief on the spot.

However, the seeds of vigilance were planted.

If only my Persona summoner was still there.

Kurusu Akatsuki thought worriedly.

Having lost his summoner, Kurusu Akatsuki has successfully been downgraded from a "psychic user" to a "suspected psychic user".

If an unexpected disaster really happens to him, he will be helpless and at the mercy of others.

The "Mind Thief" couldn't stand this grievance.

He clutched his phone.

Where's Igor? Where's the Velvet Room? Where's my lovely Lavenda? Why hasn't she come out to see me with her Persona register?

Special statement: In Kurusu Akatsuki's original world, there is a mysterious place between the "material" and "spiritual" levels, called the "Velvet Room".

Igor is considered the god of the "Velvet Room". He has a large number of demigod lackeys under his command, who are called "Velvet Assistants".

This may be confusing, so it can be explained as the operating model of a company, and the extraordinary power of the personality mask is the "funds" distributed by the company to employees.

Igor is a senior executive with the authority to allocate funds in the company. Above him is a big boss who was born from the collective subconscious of mankind but hardly ever gets involved in anything.