Only I Have the Law: Tokyo Fantasy Daily Life

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Yuki Maeda obediently agreed, turned around, and quickly left.

Qingze quickly stepped forward and parted the weeds.

Beneath the label was a bright green praying mantis with its forelimbs raised like sickles.

At that moment, it was completely unaware of its impending death, still intently searching for prey among the blades of grass.

The sky suddenly darkened.

The mantis raised its triangular head in confusion, only to see a mud-covered "sky curtain" bearing down with an irresistible force.

Within its limited field of vision, this attack was unavoidable.

With a barely audible "snap," the mantis died instantly.

Qingze even ground it with the sole of his foot to make sure the "death reaper" was completely dead.

The scarlet characters instantly merged, transforming into a stream of red light that entered his brow.

A familiar warm current swept over his entire body from top to bottom once again, making him hum softly in comfort.

The power has increased again, but this time the enhancement from the small animals is far less noticeable than when dealing with that "goblin" pervert.

"Strange, judging from the label, 'Death Reaper' should be stronger than 'Goblin'. Could it be that in that unknown judgment system, goblins are actually higher-level monsters?"

A hint of doubt flashed through his mind, but he shook his head, temporarily suppressing these chaotic thoughts.

He opened his briefcase, took out a full set of protective clothing, a bee hat, and gloves, and put them on.

As for insecticides, we won't need them this time.

He intends to verify the power of his growth in the most direct way.

……

A moment later, Maeda Yuki ran back carrying a shovel and said, "Teacher, here you go!"

"Okay, step back a bit, so you don't get stung by the wasps."

"Then please be careful, teacher, and don't push yourself!"

After saying this with concern, Maeda Yuki quickly retreated like a startled deer, almost running back to her house not far away.

She was afraid of being attacked by the enraged wasps if she stayed outdoors.

Qingze gripped the wooden handle of the shovel tightly with both hands and strode towards the beehive.

The enhanced senses bring a wonderful experience.

Even without seeing it with his own eyes, he could vaguely sense the structure inside the hive, the number of wasps, and even the location of the queen bee.

It's as if a clear 3D model automatically builds in your mind.

He stood firmly beneath the beehive, his waist slightly lowered, his arm muscles taut like a bowstring, and then swung the shovel in a sharp arc.

The shovel made a dull whistling sound as it sliced ​​through the air, slamming into its target with all its might.

Bang!

A dull, heavy thud rang out as the shovel flatly struck the hornet's nest.

Startled, the wasps instantly erupted in chaos, the black and yellow swarm gushing outwards like boiling mud, their buzzing suddenly rising into a piercing shriek.

However, the immense force and speed from the shovel far exceeded their reaction limits. The entire hive, along with most of the wasps inside, was instantly flattened against the thick tree trunk, as if it had been hit head-on by a high-speed train.

Clap!

The honeycomb disintegrated instantly, and the flying beeswax fragments mixed with the dead bees into a sticky mess.

Buzz! Several wasps, having survived by flying fast, rushed madly toward the intruders before them.

Their speed is too fast for ordinary people to react to, but under Qingze's perception, the trajectory of each wasp's wing flapping and the angle at which its stinger is raised are clearly discernible.

He decisively released the shovel, nimbly ducked, and slapped his palms downwards with a whooshing sound.

"Paji!"

With a few soft popping sounds, he accurately swatted the surviving wasps to death in his palm.

He rubbed the remains from his palm to the ground, then picked up a shovel, dug a shallow pit, and buried the flattened remains of the beehive and all the wasp corpses together.

Finally, he took out insecticide from his briefcase and carefully sprayed the area where the beehive had been attached to prevent any future problems.

After doing all this, he deftly removed his protective gear, stuffed it back into his briefcase, and then walked out of the grove with his shovel.

Before me stands a traditional two-story Japanese-style house, with a small pond in front of it. Several lotus flowers are about to bloom, and colorful koi carp swim leisurely in the water.

"Maeda, it's all taken care of."

Qingze called out into the house.

The sliding door to the living room was flung open, and Maeda Yuki poked her head out, looked him over carefully, and asked with concern, "Teacher, are you alright?"

"It's fine, completely undamaged."

Qingze smiled and handed the shovel back to her.

My gaze inadvertently swept over the low table in the center of the living room, on which sat a book with a clear gold label floating above it.

The Eyes of a Flock of Birds

Aozawa's heart skipped a beat, and he asked casually, "Maeda, aren't your parents home?"

"Yes, they all do part-time jobs outside."

Yuki Maeda answered honestly.

Not all shrine owners live a life of luxury. For a small shrine like hers, just maintaining daily expenses is a struggle.

Japan is currently experiencing a wave of shrine closures, and in order to preserve this family business, the father has to use all his spare time to work part-time to supplement the income.

Qingze frowned and said, "What if you encounter danger while you're home alone?"

"When I come home, my parents are usually already home."

"I see. It seems it's because I came back early today."

Qingze followed up naturally and sat down on the wooden floor under the eaves, "Then I'll wait here for your parents to come back before I leave."

Maeda Yuki quickly waved her hand and said, "No need, teacher. How could I take up your precious time? I'm really fine on my own."

"This is not okay."

Qingze's tone was gentle yet firm: "If something were to happen to you while you were home alone, I, as your teacher, would feel guilty for the rest of my life."

Anyway, waiting won't hurt; a little extra time won't make a difference.

As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something and pointed to the book on the table, saying, "By the way, could you let me take a look at that book?"

"Oh well."

Maeda Yuki turned around, fetched the book, and handed it to him, inwardly marveling at how strong Aozawa-sensei's sense of responsibility was.

Qingze took the book.

The book is titled "One Hundred Stories in Picture Books".

He quickly flipped through it and found that it was an illustrated guide to yokai (supernatural beings) from the Edo period, mainly consisting of illustrations with brief text descriptions.

However, a cursory glance did not reveal any changes to the gold label.

He changed his strategy and began to read carefully, page by page.

Even after reading it, the labels remain unchanged.

"Does this mean... I need to memorize everything in the book?"

He had a hunch, so he turned to the first page again and began to read it carefully, word by word, trying to imprint every word and every picture firmly in his mind.

Chapter 8 The Power of the Birds' Eyes

The living room was quiet, with only the scratching sound of a pencil writing on paper.

Maeda Yuuki knelt on the tatami mat, intently working on the workbook in front of her.

For a child from an ordinary family like her, getting into the University of Tokyo is undoubtedly the best way to completely change her fate.

As for the small shrine in the family home, it really has no value to be inherited.

Even her father never expected her to take over.

Under the eaves, Qingze closed the picture book "One Hundred Stories".

At this moment, all the words and pictures in the book were clearly imprinted in his mind.

At that very moment, the golden label floating on the page finally changed.

The four characters "[Eyes of the Birds]" merged into a dazzling golden light, which suddenly entered his brow.

In an instant, just as a baby is born with the instinct to suckle, an instinct for using the "Eye of the Birds" magic naturally surfaced deep within his consciousness.

As the name suggests, this magic allows him to share vision with one or more birds, and even control them to some extent.

Aozawa gently placed the book aside, without disturbing Maeda Yuuki, who was concentrating on her studies.

He got up alone and walked back to the grove of trees.

The clear chirping of birds could be heard from time to time in the woods.

He followed the sound and soon found six sparrows resting on a branch.

These little creatures tilted their heads, curiously observing Qingze as he approached, but did not panic and fly away at his appearance.

Qingze took a deep breath of fresh air, focused his mind, and activated "Eyes of the Birds".

An invisible spiritual force then extended from his body.

The sparrows in the tree remained oblivious until that force gently swept over them.

The next moment, six perspectives appeared simultaneously in Qingze's mind.

However, Qingze's own vision was not affected or obstructed in any way.

These extra images seemed to be projected directly into his consciousness, clearly distinct from one another, without any sense of confusion or dizziness, as if he was born with the ability to process multiple perspectives simultaneously.

They took flight, scattered, and went in different directions.