Chapter 64 Tendo Kisara's Curiosity
To be honest, this system is pretty messed up.
To let young girls, barely ten years old, fight on the front lines, covered in blood.
Unacceptable...
"Since that's the case, I have a suggestion, and I wonder if you, Mahiro, would be willing to accept it."
"Hmm~ Tell me?"
"It's just... I can provide you with a place to live, but you have to become an IFA, join my Tendo Civil Security Company, and become my employee."
As she said this, Kisara clearly became very nervous, her hands slightly clenched.
After looking at Kisara for a moment, he slowly said:
"Um, just to ask, why choose me?"
"Because of your strength," Kisara said, word for word.
Although he seemed to be hiding something and his identity was very mysterious, she could feel that Mahiro's strength was definitely not bad.
And her company had just opened, and it was precisely when she needed people.
Even if it was a talent like Mahiro, whose identity was unknown, she had to firmly grasp him!
"But the problem is, I don't have a household registration, I'm an unregistered person."
"That's not a problem, I can help you process it. All you need to do is pass an IFA license exam. As for salary, it can be based on a percentage of the commissions you complete."
Ha...
I didn't expect this girl to be so persistent.
But since she had said so much, he really had no reason to refuse.
At the moment, he indeed needed a place to stay.
So he nodded and said, "Alright, I accept."
"Welcome to [Tendo Civil Security Company]."
Seeing him agree, Kisara immediately broke into a smile.
And she extended her slender, delicate hand, seemingly very pleased, her boots tapping lightly on the ground.
And he gently held her hand.
However, from her slender fingertips, he felt a hint of roughness that was not fitting for a young girl.
Is it calluses from swordsmanship?
He had felt the same sensation on Sayaka and Erika's hands, so he wouldn't mistake it.
I didn't expect another beautiful swordswoman....
They didn't hold hands for too long, it was more like a touch and release.
But then, Kisara spoke again:
"Besides that, there's one more thing. As your president, I need to further understand your strength to assign commissions, so tomorrow I need to have a match with you."
"A match? Why? Wouldn't my strength be known once I get an IFA license?"
He clearly remembered that there was a system in the IFA called ranking, and the higher the rank, the stronger the strength.
It seemed that the top few partners could even influence the world's military balance.
"Heh heh, that kind of thing isn't accurate. We must have an actual contest to be sure."
Kisara's understanding of this naturally came from her childhood friend—Rentaro Satomi.
His strength was clearly good, but his rank was unusually low, even beyond 120,000, just like a mere mob!
This was also the fundamental reason why her company couldn't get commissions.
"Alright, whatever you say. But let me ask first, will this company only have me as an employee?"
"Of course not. You can rest here tonight, and you'll see him first thing tomorrow morning."
After settling Mahiro there, Tendo Kisara got up and walked towards the inner room.
"Damn Rentaro, he's not answering my calls...."
After turning her head, her expression also changed from joy to extreme displeasure, clutching her phone tightly and muttering to herself.
But just as she was about to enter the room, she suddenly turned back and said:
"Oh, and you're not allowed to enter this room tonight! If you dare to sneak in, I'll definitely chop you up!"
The young girl's delicate, snow-white face was flushed, but the sharp gaze from her long, phoenix-like eyes was quite imposing.
However, he wasn't some perverted night intruder, nor would he go so far as to assault a girl he had just met.
What's more, if he really wanted to do something.
Wouldn't it have been better when he picked up her unconscious body during the day?
Seeing Kisara firmly close the door, he shook his head helplessly, got up, took off his jacket and threw it on the back of the chair, then lay down on the sofa, shifting his body slightly to find a comfortable position.
As time gradually passed, it was now deep into the night.
The world outside the window was enveloped in darkness, and the streets were filled with dead silence.
However, at this moment of complete tranquility, Mahiro found himself sleepless.
He stared at the simple ceiling, recalling the events that had transpired today.
He had to admit, a lot had happened today.
First, he inexplicably transmigrated, then picked up a beautiful young girl who almost starved to death, and then, for various reasons, joined her IFA company…
Fate, truly, is wonderfully inexplicable.
But besides that, there was one more thing.
He raised his hand towards the ceiling, staring at the ring on his index finger, which glowed faintly even in the dark.
This ring was a holy relic from the Yotsuba Family, but no corresponding documentation could be found.
However, after activation, he discovered three uses for this ring.
First, it had the function of Crossing.
It was unclear what worlds it could Crossing to; it seemed to be random.
But when he wanted to return, there was a fixed anchor point.
He just had to wait until the energy was fully accumulated, so he could relax and enjoy his life in another world.
Secondly, it had a storage function.
That's right, just like in web novels, this ring also had a storage function, and the space was very large.
However, according to the information obtained from the ring, it seemed that this ring could not only store inanimate objects but also living things?
But this point needed to be verified through experimentation.
Finally, and most crucially.
After devouring the sage's stone, this ring seemed to acquire the ability to transmute objects into gold.
Of course, this was just a general term.
Transmutation was the ultimate goal pursued by medieval alchemists—its primary objective was to transform base metals into noble metals, especially gold.
Later, different researches developed, such as the creation of a panacea.
However, in this process, the participation of an important catalyst was always required.
This was the so-called "sage's stone."
And according to the information traced before the Crossing, the so-called "sage's stone" was not a naturally formed miracle but an object storing magical formulas.
It contained a complex and vast magical formula for "material transformation."
Unfortunately, he hadn't had time to analyze it carefully before it was swallowed by the ring on his hand.
"Let's give it a try."
Mahiro suddenly sat up from the sofa; he was quite interested in material transformation.
So, he picked up a teacup and lightly touched the ring to it.
Buzz—
A faint thought-particle light spread throughout the room like starlight.
A moment later, the ceramic teacup he held in his hand had turned into gold.
From the analysis of the information body, it was not just a layer of gold plating on the surface, but a complete transformation from inside to out.
However, Yotsuba Mahiro's brows furrowed.
A faint throbbing pain and dizziness came from his brain.
"This is a bit troublesome...."
Just now, he did "see" traces of the activation formula appearing, but his eyes were actually unable to decipher it?!
Even if it was copied by the "Rewriting Demonic Eye," he could only use it, but he couldn't understand its principle at all, and he couldn't even rewrite it!
This was a manifestation of insufficient information, or rather, insufficient knowledge reserves on his part.
"Let's try again."
So, he put down the teacup and reached for other objects on the coffee table in front of him.....
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The next day.
The sun rose gradually from the horizon as usual, and the Tokyo area welcomed a new day.
However, in the early morning, the door was suddenly knocked, and a voice called out.
"Kisara-san, are you up? I forgot my key."
It was a male voice.
And this sudden voice forced Yotsuba Mahiro to stop his experiment.
After a night, most of the decorations on the table, including the coffee table, had been transformed into gold by him, but there was no significant progress in his understanding of "material transformation."
If it were to be described by a progress bar, it would only be about 1%.
"Hey! Kisara-san!"
Thump thump thump—
This time the knocking was louder than before, as if trying to wake up the person inside the room.
But Mahiro turned his head to look at the closed bedroom door; it seemed Kisara had no intention of getting up, so he got up from the sofa and helped open the door.
As soon as the door opened, the two immediately met each other's gaze.
Standing at the door was a young man with a somewhat gloomy expression.
The other party was looking at him with a face full of surprise.
But soon, that surprise turned into solemnity, and he even reached for the gun holster on his belt.
Are we going to fight....
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....
At this moment, Rentaro Satomi was completely bewildered.
When President Mu Geng called him yesterday, he was busy, so he didn't have time to answer for a while.
Later, he thought about it, and since she only called once, he assumed it wasn't urgent, and by the time he finished his work, it was already too late, so he didn't call back, planning to check in the next day.
As a result, he came the next day and, as usual, knocked on the office door.
But what he saw was not the President, who usually rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked half-asleep.
Instead, it was a handsome young man with delicate features and a very attractive appearance!
He even thought he had gone to the wrong place and specifically turned his head to look at the nameplate on the door, which indeed read [Tendo Civil Security Company].
Could it be a male escort that the President found from somewhere else?
Although Kisara-san was only 15 years old and a beautiful girl in the prime of her youth, she had also accumulated considerable pressure due to the Tendo Family's affairs. If she found a male escort, he could understand.
But—
Kisara-san must have invested all her savings to open this IFA office, so she should be out of money.
How could she afford such a handsome male escort?
Therefore, based on the above, Rentaro Satomi came to a conclusion—
This handsome young man in front of him was an enemy who had suddenly broken into the office!
What did this guy do to Kisara-san?!
As the atmosphere gradually became serious, Rentaro Satomi's hand slowly moved towards the pistol hidden at his waist.
And during this process, Yotsuba Mahiro's expression also gradually calmed down, no longer showing the previous smile.
Just as the tension was about to erupt, a sudden scream broke the tense atmosphere between the two.
"Ah—!!!"
"Kisara-san!"
Rentaro Satomi didn't care about anything else and immediately pushed him aside and rushed into the office.
Immediately after, the two saw a scene that could be described as an unlock CG.
They saw Kisara, still in her pajamas, throwing herself ungracefully onto the coffee table, her hands still clutching several teacups.
"This is gold, right? It's gold, right? I'm not dreaming, am I?"
To verify this, she even picked up a cup and bit it, and seeing the tooth marks left on it, she became even happier.
Her eyes were practically shining with gold!
The above is what Yotsuba Mahiro noticed, but Rentaro Satomi saw something different.
He saw that the coffee table beneath Kisara-san, as well as the various objects placed on it, had all turned into gold!
'How... how is this possible?!'
He still clearly remembered that he had personally bought all these things, and they were all inexpensive items.
How could they all turn into gold in just two and a half days???
"President Mu Geng, if you keep going, your panties are going to show."
Seeing Kisara repeatedly teetering on the edge, Mahiro slightly intervened.
However, with his 5.0 vision, he still caught a glimpse.
White ones.
The style was also the most ordinary kind.
Hmm, it perfectly fit the setting of a poor young lady.
However, his calling her "President Mu Geng" also woke up the excited Tendo Kisara. The girl lowered her head and saw that her clothes were about to fall off, and she couldn't help but shout "Don't look!" Then she quickly grabbed her clothes and rushed back into the bedroom with lightning speed.
Yotsuba Mahiro: "..."
Rentaro Satomi: "..."
The two exchanged a slight glance, seemingly reading something from each other's eyes.
"Is she always this crazy?"
"Pretty much...."
Rentaro, finally recovering from his shock, sighed inwardly.
Honestly, he couldn't blame Kisara-san; after all, even he was shaken by so much gold.
After all, since leaving the Tendo Family, the two of them had been barely surviving on supermarket discount items.
Ten minutes later, all the gold utensils on the table were put away, leaving only a golden coffee table that was difficult to move.
Tendo Kisara, now in her school uniform, sat upright on the sofa, her legs, tightly bound by black thigh-high socks, crossed together, and her arms folded across her chest, exuding a sharp, superior aura.
Yotsuba Mahiro sat bored on the opposite sofa, looking ready to watch the drama unfold.
As for Rentaro, he was kneeling on the floor in a dogeza pose, head bowed, silently awaiting his judgment.
"Satomi-kun, do you have anything else to say?"
"Kisara-san…"
"I've emphasized countless times that you must call me President Mu Geng at the office!"
With a *smack*! The paper fan hit Rentaro's head hard, producing a sonic boom that sounded painful just to hear.
"Yes, President Mu Geng…"
Rentaro endured the pain.
However, Kisara still looked like a Raksasha demon, her eyes contemptuous, showing no mercy, and she said coldly, "Now tell me, why didn't you answer my call yesterday?"
"Um… I thought it wasn't urgent, so…"
"So you didn't answer my call! Do you know that I almost died yesterday?!"
Kisara kept hitting Rentaro, and still feeling unsatisfied, she almost used her sword skills.
Well, it's no wonder Kisara was so angry.
The situation yesterday was indeed quite dangerous, looking like a first encounter straight out of a Japanese anime.
But if she had met him a few minutes later, or not at all, then Kisara's fate might have been hard to say.
Starving to death on the spot, or being picked up and turned into a hot weapon, would have been considered good outcomes; the worst would have been dismemberment for organ trafficking, or even being eaten by wild dogs.
"Well, President Mu Geng, aren't you going to introduce me to my colleague? It wouldn't happen to be this person, would it?"
Seeing that Kisara had vented enough, Mahiro slowly spoke.
Upon hearing his voice, Kisara realized that it wasn't just her and Rentaro as usual.
So she cleared her throat.
"Ahem, yes, that's right. Let me introduce you, this irresponsible fellow is your colleague and your senior, named Rentaro Satomi."
"Satomi-kun, this is Yotsuba Mahiro. You two will be working together from now on. If there's anything you don't understand, Rentaro, remember to teach him."
"Huh???"
This unseemly exclamation came from Rentaro's mouth. He looked at Yotsuba Mahiro in disbelief and asked,
"He's also an IFA?"
"Not currently, but he will be soon. I'll take him to get his IFA license in a few days."
Even with Tendo Kisara saying this, Rentaro Satomi still found it hard to believe.
After all, Yotsuba Mahiro looked so weak and powerless, seemingly even more slender than himself, fair-skinned and delicate like a young master from some prominent family.
Could someone like this really become an IFA?
"Miss Kisara, you haven't been tricked, have you?"
Rentaro quickly scrambled up from the ground and scurried to Kisara's ear, whispering.
Although his voice was suppressed low enough, with Yotsuba Mahiro's acute five senses, he could hear it clearly.
He was being treated like a pretty boy.
"I understand your thoughts, Satomi-kun, so I'm preparing to hold an induction ceremony."
"An induction ceremony? Do we even have such a thing?"
"Heh heh, of course, I specifically prepared it."
Kisara smiled proudly, then led them out of the office.
The induction ceremony Tendo Kisara mentioned was a strength test; simply put, it was a fight against the two of them.
However, after being led to the designated location by the young lady, Mahiro was slightly surprised.
Even though this young lady was so poor she couldn't afford food, she somehow owned an independent dojo!
Within the spacious room with wooden floors, a few rays of sunlight streamed through the skylight, illuminating a small amount of dust.
What surprised him even more was that it wasn't Kisara herself who would be fighting him, but rather the perpetually gloomy-looking Rentaro.
"Mechanical modification? Or an added prosthetic? Right hand, right foot, left eye are all mechanical? A bit unexpected..."
"You, how do you know?"
Yotsuba Mahiro's seemingly self-muttering words directly exposed Rentaro Satomi's secret.
This made Rentaro step back in surprise.
"Ah, nothing, it's just that my eyes are a bit special; they can see through the true nature of things."
Yotsuba Mahiro said, pointing to his eyes.
To prove this, he shifted his gaze to Tendo Kisara.
"Just like President Mu Geng, you have congenital diabetes and declining kidney function. You should have just finished hemodialysis three days ago, right?"
"..."
Kisara's silence was an acknowledgment.
But she was even more surprised by Yotsuba Mahiro's many abilities.
The instantaneous movement-like power when he led her to eat and dash yesterday, and the gold that mysteriously appeared in the office this morning, it was obvious that it all came from the furniture used before.
And now, he possessed a pair of eyes that could see through other people's secrets.
Who exactly was this person?
Her wariness towards Mahiro never diminished, even last night she had someone investigate him.
But she found nothing.
There was indeed no one named Yotsuba Mahiro in the Tokyo area, not even the surname Yotsuba.
So now she came to two conclusions.
Either Yotsuba Mahiro was lying and was a survivor of the "New Human Creation Project," or everything he said was true.
However, the truth would soon come to light.
"Satomi-kun, Mahiro, you may begin."
"Okay."
Rentaro nodded cautiously.
The rules of this match were simple: each side would fight with their full strength.
Rentaro immediately agreed, no problem.
But Mahiro just nodded; how much strength he would use completely depended on the opponent's ability.
If he was too weak, he might accidentally be punched to death.
But seeing that Rentaro had prosthetic limbs, like a certain Morgan Blackhand, he shouldn't be too weak, right?
And in the next second, the battle began.
After striking a pose, Rentaro suddenly stepped forward, instantly closing the distance between them, and without a word, threw an upward punch.
Although he didn't use his full strength, both the angle and timing were quite good.
At least, Rentaro himself thought so.
However, Mahiro easily dodged it, merely tilting his head without even moving his feet a single step.
"Holding back? Mr. Satomi, you're looking down on me a bit too much."
"My apologies, I'll be serious now."
Rentaro smiled apologetically, then launched a flurry of attacks.
—Bang bang bang!
The two clashed intensely in the center of the dojo.
To an outsider, the two seemed to be trading blows back and forth, appearing fierce.
But this was only in the eyes of an outsider.
In Mahiro's eyes, it was not the case.
Slow.
It was simply too slow.
Both the speed and the force were like a snail crawling.
His fighting skill was very poor, not even comparable to that bald Jiu Chong Bayun.
Even if each move was indeed profound and subtle, the person using them was too crude and kept holding back.
Every move failed to achieve its proper power.
"Sigh...."
Yotsuba Mahiro sighed helplessly. While dodging an uppercut from his opponent, he clenched one hand into a fist and charged forward.
Bang!
The surging air current ruffled his clothes. This punch accurately struck Rentaro's chest, accompanied by a heavy thud, causing him to fly backward instantly.
"Satomi-kun!"
Kisara couldn't help but exclaim.
But in mid-air, Rentaro had already adjusted his posture, sliding four or five meters across the wooden floor, and charged forward again.
"It's not over yet!!!"
That was just a simple probing attack; now it's for real!
Rentaro used all his strength to close the distance, firmly planting his feet on the ground.
Tendo Style Combat Art, Type Two, Number Sixteen—
"Hidden Zen: Black Heaven Wind!"
An upper kick, like a rising dragon punch, passed through the centerline of Yotsuba Mahiro's body. He seemed to want to decide the outcome with this one strike.
Leaning back slightly, the black leather boot passed in front of Mahiro with a whooshing sound.
"Hidden Zen: Profound Bright Nest!"
Before his right foot could land, his left foot pushed off forcefully, executing a front spinning kick in mid-air.
—Slap!
This strike was blocked by his forearm again.
Rentaro, still in his kicking posture, had a few beads of cold sweat on his forehead.
He quickly retreated a few steps.
He had never encountered such an opponent. He had used 100% of his physical strength, yet the other party had easily taken it.
"Those two moves were somewhat interesting, but now it's my turn. Please be careful."
Yotsuba Mahiro dusted off his slightly soiled clothes, politely reminding him.
Without waiting to see if the other party had heard him, he immediately moved.
He appeared in front of Rentaro as if teleporting, mimicking his opponent's previous move, and used the same technique—
"Hidden Zen: Black Heaven Wind!"
A strong gust of wind swept up from below, and a fierce upper kick passed through the centerline of Rentaro's body.
Unfortunately, in his normal state, he simply didn't possess Yotsuba Mahiro's abnormal reaction capabilities, let alone the fact that this strike was even faster than imagined.
Even if his eyes caught it, his body couldn't react in time.
He could only watch as the heel of the shoe heavily struck his chin.
Crack!
Rentaro's body instantly flew backward into the air; his entire person was sent flying.
At that moment, his mind became hazy, as if his spirit had completely quieted.
When he came to his senses again, Rentaro found himself lying on the ground.
"Satomi-kun!"
This time, Kisara couldn't hold back anymore and rushed over to help Rentaro up.
"Are you okay!"
"Cough, cough cough!"
Fortunately, Rentaro only coughed a few times and was largely fine.
"Sorry, sorry, are you okay?"
Mahiro also quickly rushed over, asking with concern.
"I'm fine.... What was that just now...."
More than the physical pain, he was more concerned about the move Mahiro had just used.
However, not only Rentaro, but even Kisara slightly frowned and looked at him with an inquiring gaze.
Even if she wasn't practicing Tendo-ryu style of martial arts, one could tell that the Black Heaven Wind that Mahiro used was countless times more exquisite than Rentaro's, at least at a level that would take decades of hard work to achieve.
Even his senior apprentice who was expelled from the school—Akima Tozawa—probably couldn't reach such a refined level.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, because my eyes can see through the essence of things, I can instantly learn any move used in front of me," Yotsuba Mahiro explained in a calm tone.
Rentaro Satomi: ?
Tendo Kisara: ? ?
Really?
Are you kidding me?
You can instantly learn any move used??? !
If Yotsuba Mahiro really doesn't have any other intentions, then haven't I picked up a treasure?!
In an instant, Tendo Kisara developed a great interest in Yotsuba Mahiro!