Mike didn't answer.
Satoru answered himself anyway:
"Because God is fair to everyone. He didn't forget the blind—he made sure they could still discriminate against black people too. Hahahahaha I'm dying."
"——MOTHERFUCKER!"
Mike's eyes nearly burst from their sockets.
He'd only moved into this building recently, but he'd been in Japan long enough to know Japanese people were usually timid as mice.
And Mike? Over 190 cm, shoulders like a wardrobe, gym rat. Most people looked like chicks standing in front of him, too scared to even meet his eyes.
When he ran into Satoru on the stairs earlier, yeah, the kid was tall, but pale, skinny—nothing special. He even threw some subtle shade, and the boy just shrank away like a turtle.
Peak Japanese cuck energy. Mike wrote him off completely.
Yet now, at the absolute worst moment, this same little pretty-boy shows up to cockblock him!
Satoru didn't even glance at Mike.
Corridor too dark, can't see shit, obviously.
He turned to the snow-white, literally glowing madam and smiled:
"Ignore him. Let me walk you home."
The madam froze, confused where this random kid came from. She was only 27-28; in front of a high-schooler like Satoru, "kid" was fair.
No, the real question wasn't "where did he come from." It was "how the hell does he dare show up?"
She'd lived in this building a while.
The manager once mentioned the orphan boy in 404—parents dead, gloomy, always hiding behind his bangs, hunched shoulders, never made eye contact.
Her only impression: creepy shut-in.
But today?
The madam blinked her ice-blue eyes.
…He's this tall?
And… that face is actually insanely handsome?
Mike had been flexing his muscles like a gorilla, but she had zero interest in that kind of body. What she liked were clean, pretty faces… wait, why is he…
Satoru reached straight for her wrist.
The moment his palm touched her porcelain skin,
a bone-piercing chill stabbed into his fingers.
He got fucking frostbite.
The madam panicked and yanked her hand back.
She knew her condition was dangerous—she couldn't let this boy get hurt.
Satoru was stunned.
He stared at the breathtaking woman—elegant yet seductive—and sighed deeply.
I'm such an idiot.
I knew "hypnosis" existed in this world. How did I not consider there could be other supernatural powers?
Like the one right in front of him.
The infamous Snow Woman—Yukino Shinto!!
She was what they called a "demi-human." Human… but not entirely.
Famous types: elves, snow women, catgirls, etc.
In her original story, humans and demi-humans lived openly in harmony. But until now, Satoru had never heard a single rumor about demi-humans.
Meaning Yukino Shinto was hiding among humans—she couldn't appear openly. The setting had shifted a little.
Yukino stared at Satoru in fear.
…Did he discover I'm a yuki-onna?
Satoru, meanwhile, was still raging internally:
What the hell was up with the original Kobayashi Satoru!? A literal snow woman lives right upstairs—how do you bump into her occasionally and have ZERO memory of her!?
He forcibly opened the original owner's memory box.
All that appeared: Kurashiki Rena Kurashiki Rena Kurashiki Rena Kurashiki Rena
Motherfucker was actually a hardcore licker!!
No wonder he kept feeling he forgot something. Wasn't "Takahashi" the building manager from the Yuki-onna doujin!?
Of course he didn't remember—every male side character's face was just shadow!
Then Satoru switched hands, gently grabbing her arm with his right instead.
"!!"
Yukino jolted again, trying frantically to pull away.
When yuki-onna get emotional, they uncontrollably release freezing aura—area attack.
She was already shaken from Mike's harassment, heart racing. Satoru touching her twice made it even worse.
But…
This time,
Satoru felt no cold at all.
Her wrist was cool, yes—but no deadly frost.
Illusion Killer doing God's work (happy)
Not just Satoru—Yukino herself froze.
She could feel the icy power inside her… suppressed?
No—canceled out completely?
How…?
Her heart trembled. This was the first time in her life.
She couldn't help lifting her gaze to the boy holding her wrist—clean profile, handsome.
He can suppress my powers… Could he be… the one from the legends? My fated person?
"SON OF A BITCH!"
Mike had been ignored so hard he felt like a background prop. He gnashed his teeth: "Motherfucker! You little twig, stop ruining my game!!"
With that, he shoved Satoru's back with full force.
Shoulders bulging, veins like dragons—pure tiger-wind palm strike, meant to send Satoru flying.
Yukino instinctively raised her hand to block with frost.
But then she remembered—she was currently just a normal girl while Satoru held her.
The next instant,
under Mike's full-powered push,
Satoru didn't budge an inch.
Thousand-Pound Drop EX activated.
His feet might as well have grown roots into the floor.
At the same time, he released Yukino's arm.
The icy feeling instantly returned to her… The only difference was whether the boy was holding her or not.
Satoru barely turned.
He just raised his arm and threw a casual backfist over his shoulder.
BANG!
Mike's nose exploded like a ketchup factory.
"Quit yapping."
Satoru glanced back with the corner of his eye.
Pure predator.
Strong One's Gaze activated.
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