Chapter 87: Is Kamikawa Takumi Yours?

Fang Cheng paused when Kanzaki Rin mentioned she’d be away for some time. “How long?”

“Unclear. Maybe a month, maybe half a year.”

Noticing his reluctance, she tilted her head. “You’ll miss me?”

“Obviously. Can’t you skip this?”

His meal ticket was vanishing for months – who wouldn’t complain?

She saw through him instantly. “You’ll miss my wallet, not me.”

“That wallet’s half mine anyway.”

He leaned forward, accusatory. “Countermeasures Department members get fat rewards for killing monsters. You’ve been pocketing all the cash since day one.”

“Every yen went to feeding you!”

“Rich ladies give iPhones. I just get leftovers.”

“Leftovers? You ate three steaks last Thursday!”

Done with the money talk, she switched gears. “This training boosts ability users’ combat skills. I’m going.”

“That good?” His eyebrows shot up. “Gonna become a regular thing?”

If so, he’d demand fifty-fifty reward splits and monthly meal stipends.

“Lucky to go once!”

She explained impatiently: “The Countermeasures Department burns rare resources and funds for this annual event.”

Mentioning costs worked. Fang Cheng finally grasped its value.

Couldn’t stop her anyway. Stronger Rin meant better monster hunts.

At least she’d stop hiding behind him during fights.

Even supports need meat shields to win battles.

Before leaving, she warned: “Stay home while I’m gone. If you mess up, Masumi can help more than I can…”

The anonymous informant and Morishita Yamato’s hypnotist remained mysteries. No clues. No connections. Just shadows targeting Fang Cheng.

If they struck during her absence, without her Countermeasures Department cover…

If they discovered his identity…

Her endless warnings made him snort. “Nagging worse than my dead mom. Wanna adopt me?”

Her elbow jabbed his ribs as she marched toward the door.

Pausing mid-exit, she threw over her shoulder: “If you meet God’s Brush Kamikawa Takumi… don’t fight him. If he wants you dead…”

Hesitation flickered. “Say my name. It’ll protect you.”

“Your name’s that powerful?”

He stared. “Kamikawa Takumi… is he your—”

Kanzaki Rin glared sternly, fist clenched.

If Fang Cheng dared to suggest being her lover or having an affair, she’d drag this bastard down with her tonight.

Fang Cheng finished his sentence: “Could he be another son of yours?”

Kanzaki Rin: …

If you two were both my sons, I’d have broken your legs hundreds of times already.

Seeing Kanzaki Rin’s darkened expression as she turned to leave, Fang Cheng stopped her: “Wait. You promised me something. Forgot?”

After a moment’s recollection, Kanzaki Rin remembered his request for the Fox Spirit House’s address. She’d been too occupied with the evil god projection to help search.

“I’ll get you the address before my training starts.”

She departed after tossing out this line.

…

Fang Cheng felt cheated.

Kanzaki Rin vanished overnight, taking extended leave from school. No Fox Spirit House address materialized, and her phone stayed dead.

Visiting Takeda Masumi revealed the muscle-bound friend’s enthusiasm about the wealthy lady’s opportunity. She explained the training’s exclusivity – 90% of Countermeasures Department members lacked eligibility.

Qualified individuals attended twice at most. Exceptional candidates matching the three top aces’ potential could come and go freely.

Fang Cheng showed little excitement. Kanzaki Rin’s enhanced power might embolden her blackmail tendencies. The Fox Spirit House matter would wait until her return.

Without the wealthy lady around, Fang Cheng’s days simplified. Home workouts replaced training ground visits. Takeda Masumi had nothing left to teach him, though their close relationship made occasional meetups pleasant.

After days of idleness, Fang Cheng finally revved his motorcycle through Tokyo’s fourth-floor Edogawa riverside roads at midnight.

Monsters across the Tokyo Metropolitan Area glowed like Life Fragments and Ability Fragments begging to be collected. Recent food expenses demanded urgent fundraising.

Illegal activities being off-limits, only monsters could relieve his poverty. Non-humans sharing wealth seemed reasonable.

“How cold this winter… ta-ta-ta…”

“How cold! Northeast mud-players, Dalian homeless…”

His off-key singing accompanied the motorcycle’s roar along deserted roads. Without wealthy assistance, monster-hunting required crude patrolling.

He hoped sharp-eyed monsters would spot this harmless pretty boy for midnight heart-to-heart chats. Cardiac examination would be ideal bonus.

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“How cold I…”

Brakes screeched as Fang Cheng spotted a familiar figure at the riverside railings – glasses-wearing Asaka Akihime preparing to jump. Again.

Same location, same hour, same suicidal posture.

One thought dominated – Asaka, are you stalking me? Second acts shouldn’t work like this.

He nearly rode past, but her foot on the railing forced action. Locking his bike, he approached just as she climbed fully onto the barrier.

Instead of jumping, she screamed at the dark river and glittering cityscape: “Screw your fate! Screw your world!”

Fang Cheng rubbed his eyes. Clear vision confirmed it was Asaka Akihime – but where were her glasses? Since when did she curse?