Only I Have the Law: Tokyo Fantasy Daily Life

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To be honest, the new photos do look much better than the previous ones.

Saori Hoshino was very satisfied, looking at her phone from left to right, beaming with joy.

Yato-hime looked at Aozawa and suddenly said, "Aozawa, do you want to take a picture too?"

"Eh?!"

Hoshino Saori abruptly turned her head, looking at Yato-hime in shock, as if she had discovered a new continent: "What did you just call the teacher?"

“Ah Ze,” Yato-hime said matter-of-factly, “we’re not at school now, so why are you still calling me ‘teacher’? Doesn’t that sound really strange?”

"That's true..."

Hoshino Saori nodded thoughtfully, then turned to look at Aozawa and tentatively called out, "Aozawa?"

thump.

Qingze flicked her forehead lightly with his finger.

"it hurts!"

Hoshino Saori covered her forehead, pouted, and said indignantly, "Why can I call her Hime but not her? It's so unfair!"

"Yato is just being himself; calling him that makes you seem a bit disrespectful."

"Hmph! I don't care about all that!"

Hoshino Saori's temper flared up, "I'm going to call you that! Aza, Aza, Aza!"

She didn't want to be excluded from the "insider" circle in this kind of matter.

She should address Aozawa the same way that Yatohime does.

Seeing her stubbornness, Qingze had no choice but to give up.

Hoshino Saori has her own mouth, and outside of school, she can call out whatever she wants; the teachers really can't control that, as long as she doesn't call out like that inside the school.

Yato-hime continued the previous topic and asked, "Aren't you going to take a picture to remember this moment?"

"I don't need it, I have no interest in taking photos."

Qingze politely declined.

Yato-hime didn't force her.

The three continued their stroll along the cherry blossom avenue.

After a while, a mother and child walked towards them from the front.

The woman was pushing a wheelchair with her son sitting in it.

The two spoke softly, both with happy smiles on their faces.

Qingze's gaze lingered on the face of the young man in the wheelchair for a moment longer.

That's Hideo Asai.

But he was a completely different person from the dejected and desperate figure he had been yesterday.

Today his hair was cut very short, making him look neat and energetic. His stubble was also clean-shaven, and he exuded a vibrant aura.

Hoshino Saori followed his gaze and saw the mother and child.

After they had walked away, she sighed softly, "They're really amazing. If I were in a wheelchair, I'd probably want to die. I could never laugh like that."

"really."

Yatohime nodded in deep agreement.

She couldn't imagine how painful and desperate it would be for someone who couldn't get up or run on their own and could only lie in bed or a wheelchair all day, needing others to take care of them in everything.

If it were her, she would rather die a quick and painless death than endure the agony of being unable to control her own destiny.

“I think he must have experienced extreme pain in his heart,” Qingze said calmly. “However, there is a power in this world that can pull people back from the abyss of despair, and that is love.”

These words made Hoshino Saori blink, and a look of sudden inspiration appeared on her face. She said, "Ah! Teacher! What you just said seems to have instantly sparked my creative inspiration."

As soon as she finished speaking, she frowned, fell silent, and began to conceive her next "world-shaking quote" in her mind.

Qingze looked at her serious profile and couldn't help but smile. He didn't expect them to fully understand the weight behind those words at their age.

They are too young and lack life experience.

But conversely, it is precisely because they are young that they have a future full of infinite possibilities.

Society seems to always be like this: if a person has accomplished nothing before the age of thirty, there seems to be no need to be too anxious.

But once you step into your thirties, everything seems to become urgent, and you can see the trajectory of your future life at a glance. You can no longer find that feeling of unknowns and possibilities that you had in your twenties.

He gathered his thoughts and continued to focus on the classic book in his hands.

……

After some time, the three left the scenic Toneri Park, arrived at a nearby station, and took a tram back to Nagato High School.

Since it wasn't rush hour, there were plenty of empty seats on the tram, and the three of them easily found seats and sat down.

Saori Hoshino contentedly sipped the milk tea that Aozawa had just bought for her, her eyebrows curving into beautiful crescent shapes.

With her family's wealth, what expensive drinks hasn't she tasted?

There are plenty of drinks that taste better than this milk tea.

But the milk tea in my mouth right now tastes completely different, with a unique sweetness.

She thought it might just be because Qingze paid for it for her.

"Free milk tea always tastes so good!"

Saori Hoshino exclaimed with delight.

Yato-hime took a sip of her drink and nodded, "Indeed."

Qingze's gaze remained fixed on the book, and he casually replied, "I'm glad you like it."

"Hehe." Hoshino Saori chuckled, then turned around and began chatting enthusiastically with Yato-hime.

The tram pulled into the next station, and the doors opened.

Hoshino Saori noticed a man rushing in with a flustered expression, clutching a heavy-looking gray bag tightly in his hand.

A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, but Qingze's keen sense of smell had already detected an unusual, pungent odor.

His gaze instantly shifted from the book to the man who had just boarded the bus.

Above his head, a scarlet tag stood out starkly.

【Flame Demon】

Qingze's gaze shifted downwards, fixing on the bulging gray bag in the man's hand.

As soon as the tram doors closed, the man suddenly unzipped his bag and pulled out a large can of gasoline.

His face was contorted in a ferocious grimace as he hysterically roared, "Die, all of you!!"

Before he finished speaking, he began to frantically pour gasoline into the car.

Some passengers who couldn't dodge in time were splashed with gasoline, and immediately screamed in terror as they frantically backed away.

The pungent smell of gasoline instantly filled the enclosed car, and the liquid spread rapidly on the floor.

The man then pulled out a lighter.

At this critical moment, without thinking, Qingze threw the copy of "War and Peace" in his hand at the man.

The book hit the man's nose squarely, and the sudden pain made him instinctively press the switch on his lighter.

puff!

Flames shot out instantly.

The man's hand trembled, and the burning lighter fell towards the gasoline-splattered floor below.

Qingze reacted with lightning speed, quickly extending his right foot and deftly kicking the lighter upwards before it hit the ground, sending it flying into the air.

At the same time, he swiftly reached out with his left hand and firmly grasped the lighter in his palm. Then, like a cheetah, he pounced forward and, using his body weight, instantly pinned the crazed man to the ground.

All of this happened far too fast.

Before the panicked and screaming passengers could even escape the carriage, they were shocked to discover that the vicious arsonist had already been subdued.

Dong Dong... Dong Dong...

Saori Hoshino felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

The strong smell of gasoline in the air irritated her nostrils, but when she saw Yatohime standing firmly in front of her, and Aozawa who easily subdued the murderer, the huge panic in her heart strangely subsided.

An unprecedented sense of security arose spontaneously.

It seemed that as long as the two of them were there, she would never be hurt.

"Yato! Call the police immediately!"

Qingze shouted without turning his head, his hands firmly controlling the man beneath him who was struggling and cursing.

"understood."

Yatohime immediately took out her phone and calmly dialed the emergency number.

The murderer, pinned to the ground, continued to scream maniacally, "Bastards! Let me go! I'll make you all pay with your lives! Die together!!"

Qingze did not loosen his grip in the slightest.

He didn't care what tragic experiences or so-called "difficulties" this man might have had.

In his view, it is true that "every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor."

If this man had the guts to take gasoline to the person who truly hurt him for revenge, Qingze might even secretly praise him for his courage and offer him help.

But his choice to carry gasoline and vent his anger on a group of ordinary people he didn't know was, in Qingze's eyes, no different from that of an animal.

The reason they didn't kill him on the spot was because it was inconvenient to do so in public.

Chapter 97 Learning New Magic

As the tram arrived at the next station, the moment the doors slid open, four police officers who had been waiting outside came into view.