Chapter 97 Kazumi Shimizu’s First Step
Carrying the small bag of ingredients in her hand, Kazumi leisurely walked into her small, dilapidated house alone.
She had originally planned to cook and eat these ingredients tonight, but they were inexplicably ruined by Noyoru Yokota, and she even had to treat him to dinner.
Although the noodles at the noodle shop downstairs were quite affordable, with Kazumi’s current meager savings, even the cost of one bowl of noodles was enough to make her feel heartbroken for a long time.
Recalling the young boy’s silly words, Kazumi almost wanted to laugh. Her immediate action at that time was not an impulsive one; she understood the importance of rules better than these brats and had considered the consequences of injuring someone.
Aside from the fact that Kazumi slightly overdid it because the blonde hooligan was too annoying, Kazumi’s actions were more of a test of Shinichi Sato’s background, or rather, to see what her position in Grandpa Sato’s heart was. Helping Noyoru Yokota was probably just going with the flow after she realized she had done so.
Due to the incident with Minako Hishiyama, Grandpa Sato seemed to have some degree of suspicion and dissatisfaction towards her. This incident was a good opportunity for him to know a bit more, as being sent to the police station was definitely not something that Shinichi Sato, that little brat, could resolve by himself.
Of course, all of this was based on her ability to overturn the table at any time. Kazumi was a person who always planned for the worst. Especially after transmigrating to this world, the high-efficiency thinking inherent in her body made her mind more flexible, and basically, every plan would have corresponding emergency plans.
Based on Kazumi’s understanding of Uncle Fukada’s abilities, setting aside combat power, his stealth and rescue skills were basically at an unsolvable level. Therefore, as long as Kazumi was willing, she could contact Akihiko Fukada at any time, leave her current life, and join [Shadow].
However, the result of doing so would be the complete destruction of the young girl’s originally peaceful life, and she would fall into an abyss filled with benefits and betrayal. Therefore, if it wasn’t absolutely necessary, Kazumi was still unwilling to go that far.
[Are all brats this way at this age? Or is it worthy of someone who can become a hero…]
Kazumi had never expected Noyoru Yokota to do so much for her. Her reason for acting was simply that she didn’t want to see the young boy suffer the dark fate she had once experienced. As for other aspects, it could only be said to be incidental.
And the other party was willing to bear this seemingly desperate burden for her. It could only be said that this seemingly fierce young boy was actually quite gentle at heart.
Shaking her head and no longer thinking about Noyoru Yokota, Kazumi walked to the kitchen and put the purchased ingredients into the refrigerator one by one. Kazumi lay lazily on the bed and took out her mobile phone, wanting to see if there was any new news.
The first row on her phone was naturally the push notifications of apology messages sent by Shinichi Sato. With a snort, Kazumi opened the message bar and took a few glances before closing the panel, pretending not to see the dog’s messages.
Recalling the events that happened at noon today, Kazumi felt an inexplicable annoyance. This dense fellow with zero emotional intelligence. She should have ignored him for a day to let him experience what despair felt like!!
As if thinking of Shinichi Sato’s anxious look when he couldn’t reach her, Kazumi’s mood improved considerably. She lay on the bed, her small feet swinging briskly up and down, looking intently at her phone.
How should I put it? Training a dog also requires a combination of authority and kindness. Her willingness to go out on a date with him was considered a treat. If such a result occurred, feigning anger would be a better way to squeeze something out of him.
Besides, it was a good opportunity to get some peace? Otherwise, that guy would pester her for a chat every day, wasting a lot of her time. She wasn’t a brat like Shinichi Sato who was full of romance and love. Kazumi had more important things to do than he could imagine.
[And Uncle Fukada’s appointment with me is probably tonight…]
Thinking of this, Kazumi sat up and recalled her previous agreement with Akihiko Fukada regarding the materials needed to build the [Graveyard Hill]. Kazumi simply mentioned them all to Akihiko Fukada.
But Kazumi wasn’t foolish enough to ask Akihiko Fukada to bring them all over for her. She just asked him to help prepare these things first. As for the items that would actually be sent, a regular corpse would suffice for now.
First, considering the achievement rewards from the system, based on the rewards given by the system previously, if this broken system was a modified version of the game [Undead Lord], Kazumi remembered that there should be corresponding achievement rewards for the first time a corpse was placed.
And the other point was that her current dilapidated coffin only had so much space. Let alone building the Graveyard Hill, even if all the materials were brought over, she really had no place to put them.
Was she really going to put a dozen corpses in her room?
Kazumi herself didn’t mind this too much; she would eat and sleep as usual. But the problem was that if so many things were placed in her home, and if by any chance some neighbor saw them one day, she estimated that one day when she opened the door, a team of police and heroes would be waiting for her.
So, from any perspective, it was better to have Akihiko Fukada bring her a corpse first to test the waters. Moreover, if the rewards from the achievements could give Kazumi a certain degree of power, she wouldn’t have to trouble Akihiko Fukada so much.
Of course, this was not a sign of Kazumi’s distrust of Akihiko Fukada. On the contrary, this uncle who had watched her grow up was probably the closest relative in this life for her body.
But it was precisely this kind of care, like that of a daughter, that allowed Kazumi to feel that whether it was joining [Shadow] or helping her search for corpses, although Akihiko Fukada had readily agreed, deep down, her Uncle Fukada still hoped that she would not get involved in such muddy waters, nor should she think about revenge, but rather live a peaceful life.
[But in a world like this, it seems not so easy for people without power to live a peaceful life, Uncle Fukada…]
Kazumi couldn’t help but sigh as she lowered her head and looked at the floor.
At that moment, the shadow cast by the newly lit desk lamp above suddenly grew much denser. The shadow emanating from Kazumi’s body seemed to be affected, stretching out in a completely unscientific manner.
And in this ink-like shadow, a large blue bag slowly emerged from within.
