Chapter 23 – "Thanks for Participating"
Tokyo—Japan's most bustling metropolis, full of dazzling city lights and, naturally, beautiful women!
As a veteran perv—I mean, lover of aesthetics—Tatsuro admired the view without shame.
This was his favorite part of the day: grocery shopping.
Why?
Simple. The streets were full of eye candy.
But something felt off today. The crowd was bigger than usual, and people were all surging toward the same location.
"Hurry! It's Takada-chan's concert! If we're late, we won't even get in!"
The moment Tatsuro heard the passerby shout, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Takada-chan's…
…Concert?
An idol!
Wait—that's the perfect trap for Toudou Aoi!
Back when Principal Yaga first mentioned the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event, Tatsuro had already begun mentally preparing for the possibility of fighting Toudou.
That mountain of muscle didn't just look dangerous—he could crush most people in close combat alone.
Sure, the event was still over two months away…
…but that didn't change the fact that if Yuta didn't summon Rika to bulldoze the battlefield, Tatsuro was pretty much screwed.
Skinny, low cursed energy, and a fire move that couldn't even guarantee a kill?
Yeah. He'd be dead meat.
But hey, fate had presented a golden opportunity. Takada-chan's concert might give him a chance to meet Toudou in person. Maybe build a connection, talk some philosophy…
Better go buy groceries first.
He'd already won the hearts of the core crew. No more favor grinding—now it was time to grow stronger in peace.
Hmm… what's for dinner tonight?
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"Please deliver these to this address. Yep, just call that number."
Tatsuro waved off the delivery truck, stretched, and groaned. "Ugh, that took forever. Two hours and almost 100,000 yen down the drain. Better be enough food."
He checked the time. Takada-chan's concert should be ending about now—time to head over.
Just as he reached the venue entrance, two sharply dressed security guards blocked his path.
"Sorry, sir. Ticket, please. If you don't have one, we can't let you in."
They were polite and professional, even respectful.
If Tatsuro had a ticket, he wouldn't be trying to sneak in. He wasn't exactly early.
"Sorry, I—"
Mid-sentence, his Sharingan activated.
Genjutsu: Pause Brain Function!
For two whole seconds, both guards froze. Tatsuro calmly strolled through.
…With just a slight pang of guilt.
They'd been so respectful, even using formal language. A normal person might've apologized and walked away.
But who said jujutsu high schoolers were "normal"?
Besides, using the Sharingan to deal with regular folks? Anything less would be insulting.
He followed the signs and soon arrived at Takada-chan's autograph booth.
Fans had already lined up around the block. Judging by their excited expressions, Takada's popularity was through the roof.
Tatsuro spaced out for two seconds and instantly got snapped at.
"Hey! No cutting in line! Being pretty doesn't give you special rights! We're all equal fans here!"
"…Okay then."
What if I told you I wasn't even here for the idol?
He opened his mouth to explain, then wisely shut it. Saying that in this crowd would probably get him mobbed by diehard fans.
The line was absurdly long.
Sure, Tatsuro had stanned celebs before—shouting "Jay Chou is a legend!" online was as far as he'd ever gone.
But lining up like this?
This was new.
Still, since he was already here, he figured he might as well look for Toudou and chat him up about life, philosophy, and favorite female types.
If he could avoid getting punched into the dirt later, that'd be great.
No unnecessary fights—unless the system made him.
And if the reward was good?
Hell, he'd bare-knuckle brawl a special-grade curse and pee in its mouth.
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Bored out of his mind in line, Tatsuro opened the system.
Ten points sat in his account.
Let's spin the ninja lottery wheel… I'm bored anyway.
No expectations—he just wanted to pull a B- or C-rank jutsu to fill out his arsenal.
He tapped the interface.
> [Entering Ninja Lottery Wheel. -2 Points]
"WHAT?!"
Before he even started the spin, his calm mood shattered.
This damn system was always pulling something new.
Last time it deducted 1 point without warning.
This time, two?!
What next? Three?!
Why didn't this scammy system have a physical form he could punch?
Still, he sighed and went ahead. Backing out now might make it charge three points next time.
Reluctantly, he tapped the "5-Spin" button and muttered:
"Scammy system exploiting poor working-class folk… We're all in this economy together, why you gotta be like this?"
The colorful wheel began spinning. Unlike single pulls, this time five pointers rotated in reverse while the main wheel turned forward.
Stressful yet strangely logical.
One spin meant praying to all gods.
Five spins? Even gods had to pray to you.
The wheel slowed down…
…but the five pointers kept spinning like turbo fans.
Tatsuro squinted. Why did this look like a tech support nightmare?
Then—suddenly—all five pointers stopped simultaneously.
"Hmm?"
Something was off.
Tatsuro blinked, unsure what had just happened.
They were spinning so fast… then just froze?
> Thank you for participating.
Thank you for participating.
Thank you for participating.
Thank you for participating.
Thank you fo—
"…"
Five prompts filled the screen.
Tatsuro stood motionless, soul evaporating from his eyes.
Wait… five in a row?
This was supposed to be a 50% chance!
Why?!
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