Only I Have the Law: Tokyo Fantasy Daily Life

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In Japan, attacks on trains are not uncommon; they happen quite frequently.

The main reason is that the station has no security checks whatsoever.

Passengers are free to bring any items on board.

Even after the sarin gas attack that shocked the nation, the authorities did not consider introducing security checks, but instead adopted a "shortcut" solution.

Since the poison gas was released by hiding in a trash can, wouldn't removing all the trash cans eliminate the place where the poison gas was stored?

Compared to the huge expense of hiring a large number of people for security checks, removing trash cans can even save on cleaning costs.

This kind of decision, which benefits the government but not the people, is naturally the best choice for the "gentlemen" who don't have to squeeze onto trams with cattle and horses.

"Is this the prisoner?"

"Ah."

Qingze nodded.

Two police officers immediately stepped forward, skillfully took over, pinned down the still struggling prisoner, and neatly handcuffed him.

At that very moment, the bright red tag of "Flame Demon" on the prisoner's head wriggled and eventually merged into a beam of red light, which shot into Qingze's brow.

A familiar warm current flowed down from above, merging into the gently flowing stream of magical energy in his dantian.

Although the increase in magic power wasn't particularly significant, Qingze could still clearly sense that he had become a little stronger.

The other two police officers quickly collected the tools the perpetrator had left on the ground.

The tram doors slowly closed, separating the inside from the outside.

Inside the carriage, the strong and unpleasant smell of gasoline still lingered in the air for a long time.

The other passengers had already fled this place of trouble, only Hoshino Saori and Yato-hime remained to accompany him.

Qingze waved his hand and laughed, "Alright, let's go to another carriage. The smell here is too awful."

"Ah."

Saori Hoshino nodded quickly.

She didn't leave, not because she had any particular fondness for the smell of gasoline, but simply because she didn't want Qingze to be left alone to deal with the mess.

The three walked to another carriage, where some probing glances drifted over, only to quickly look away.

It must be said that the adaptability and "forgetfulness" of residents in big cities are indeed very strong.

The passengers in this carriage seemed to have completely forgotten the thrilling incident that had just occurred next door. Some were playing on their phones, while others were resting with their eyes closed. They showed none of the enthusiasm and attention that Hoshino Saori had imagined for the "hero."

She couldn't help but pout and complain in a low voice, "How cold-hearted! Aze just saved everyone..."

"nothing."

Qingze didn't take it to heart, and sat down as usual, continuing to read "War and Peace".

His nonchalant demeanor only made Hoshino Saori feel more frustrated, and she couldn't help but say, "Aze, you're just too kind-hearted. You'll easily get taken advantage of in society that way."

"Haha."

Qingze couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Hoshino Saori's face flushed slightly, and her clear eyes widened as she tried to express her dissatisfaction.

Qingze stopped laughing and explained, "I didn't do that with the intention of saving anyone."

Don't forget, we were in that carriage too. If we had done nothing, the fire could have easily burned us.

"That's what I said..."

Saori Hoshino muttered softly, then seemed to suddenly realize something, and murmured, "I see."

Qingze did not respond.

The girl standing to the side, Yatohime, was intrigued and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

“I remember a philosopher once said,” Saori Hoshino immediately perked up, mimicking a deep tone, “that if you can’t help others without any selfishness, you can’t have a perfect day.”

At this point, she turned to Qingze with worry and sighed, "But that person ended up starving to death by the roadside."

Ah Ze, you're so kind-hearted, how will you survive in this cruel society?

"No need for you to worry."

Qingze's rant.

He really doesn't think he's "kind-hearted" at all.

……

On the way from Takadanobaba Station to Nagato High School, Hoshino Saori's chattering little mouth showed no sign of stopping.

She glanced at the few remaining milk teas in her cup, then stole a glance at Qingze, who was engrossed in his book, before suddenly shutting her mouth.

Hoshino Saori tiptoed closer, standing on tiptoe, trying to drip the remaining milk tea onto Aozawa's nape to tease this "bookworm".

However, Qingze didn't turn his head, but his hand seemed to have eyes, precisely grabbing her slender, fair wrist.

"Don't cause trouble."

"Aze, how did you see that?"

Saori Hoshino looked surprised.

"There's a saying that goes, 'I'm not afraid of noisy kids, I'm afraid of kids suddenly becoming quiet.'" Qingze replied calmly.

Hoshino Saori reluctantly withdrew her hand, but then her eyes lit up and she came up with another idea. "Aze, turn around, I'll show you something good!"

Qingze turned around as instructed.

Under the bright sunlight, Hoshino Saori, with her long, straight black hair, suddenly froze in the middle of the street, not even blinking, as if she had instantly turned into a statue.

The same "stiff" state also appeared on Yatohime.

After a brief silence, Qingze realized that the two guys were playing some childish game, probably something like "one, two, three, freeze!"

How childish!

He silently complained to himself.

But then I thought, at this age, having friends who are willing to be silly and crazy with me will definitely be something to cherish in the future.

So, Qingze didn't cruelly shatter the girls' innocent fantasies, and instead turned around cooperatively.

Hoshino Saori, standing behind them, immediately let out a triumphant giggle: "Haha, this is my challenge, let's see if you can catch us!"

"Alright, I accept your challenge."

Qingze also became interested.

With his extraordinary senses, he deliberately turned around abruptly the moment the two men raised their legs and their feet had not yet landed.

Startled, Hoshino Saori quickly stopped and steadied herself.

Qingze watched for a while, then turned back as if nothing had happened.

After repeating this several times, Hoshino Saori was panting heavily.

She stood with her hands on her hips, looking indignant, and said, "Aze, why do you always turn around just as I lift my foot?!"

Qingze offered a plausible excuse: "I have a very strong sixth sense."

"You're lying! You must have cheated!"

Hoshino Saori retorted angrily, determined to observe carefully and find out Aozawa's "cheating" methods.

Of course, she was destined never to find it.

……

After the club activities ended, Aozawa rode his beloved little motorcycle back to Higashino Apartment in Okubo.

The afterglow of the setting sun painted the slightly old walls of the apartment with a warm gold, and the evening breeze carried a hint of coolness.

He parked his car and went up the stairs to the third floor.

As soon as he opened the door, Da Huang excitedly rushed over, barking wildly around him, its tail wagging like a propeller. It looked so excited that it seemed as if it couldn't wait to start speaking human language.

Qingze smiled and patted the dog's head before heading straight to the kitchen to wash his hands and begin preparing dinner.

……

Three dishes and a soup were neatly arranged on the small table.

While eating, Qingze continued to flip through the book "War and Peace".

Halfway through his meal, he finally finished reading the entire book and memorized it completely.

The moment he closed the book, the four words "[Cloak of No Trace]" seemed to come alive, merging together and transforming into a dazzling golden light that suddenly entered his brow.

In an instant, detailed information about the effects and casting method of the "Cloak of No Trace" spell flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

Qingze took a deep breath to suppress his excitement. He quickly finished his meal, mixed the remaining food and rice together, and poured it into Dahuang's dog bowl.

Then, he couldn't wait to try out this newly acquired magic.

He concentrated, and a dark purple pentagram magic circle faintly appeared on his forehead, spinning rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, a substance resembling liquid amethyst surged from the center of the magic circle, rapidly spreading and enveloping his entire body, eventually transforming into a uniquely textured stand-up collar cloak.

The cloak was a deep purple on the outside and a vibrant rose red on the inside.

The hem was very long, reaching all the way down to his ankles.

Qingze picked up his phone from the table, locked the screen, and then tried to unlock it with his fingerprint.

Normally, a light touch is all it takes.

But now, no matter how many times he presses the button, the phone screen remains unresponsive.

One of the functions of the [Traceless Cloak] is to erase all physical traces left by the user.

In other words, no matter what he touches now, he will not leave any fingerprints, footprints or other traces.

And this is only the most basic effect.

Furthermore, it can even erase the traces of the user's own "existence".

With a thought, Qingze activated this deeper ability.