Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

The interview with Haru, and the report on the Weather Doll Killer by Yosho and others, sparked heated discussions from the very beginning.

And after the Weather Doll Killer was sanctioned by "Mask" during a live television broadcast, the popularity of this report increased even further.

Later, there were also interviews with Yosho himself, and an exclusive interview with Souichiro Yagami, the chief of the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

The popularity of these two reports was about the same.

Judging solely on achievements…

Clearly, Souichiro Yagami received more attention.

But a very realistic matter was placed before them.

Yosho was very handsome.

His face, placed next to a stern, square face…

As a woman, Natsumi Suka deeply understood why the interview report about Yosho had such high popularity.

Looks are justice.

Just as Natsumi Suka was thinking this, the door to the studio was suddenly pushed open.

She looked up and, seeing who had entered, immediately stood up with a smile on her face.

"Oh, it's you, Yosho-kun. It's been a while since I've seen you."

"Has it been that long?"

Yosho casually sat down on the familiar sofa and smiled.

"Maybe half a month? Not even, I can't remember."

"That's right, you're a busy man."

Natsumi Suka took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, placed them on the coffee table, and rested her chin on her hand, staring at Yosho with a smile.

"By the way, I haven't had a chance to formally thank you for the interviews with Haru, yourself, and Chief Yagami."

"Hmm? Chief Yagami's interview?"

Yosho frowned slightly, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Are you talking about Souichiro Yagami, the chief of the Criminal Investigation Bureau in Kyoto? You interviewed him? Why do I need to be thanked for this?"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Natsumi Suka smiled meaningfully.

"I got mixed up, sorry."

Got mixed up?

Did she really get mixed up?

As a not-so-professional media person, Natsumi Suka possessed an extremely strong talent.

That was the instinct to find clues.

The day after the blackout and earthquake, Natsumi Suka called Yosho.

Not for any particular reason, but just wanting to check on his condition under the guise of passing on the daily collected information.

But what Natsumi Suka didn't expect was…

When dialing Yosho's number, there was a message saying the call could not be connected.

She called once every day during that time, but it was always the same message.

Normally, Natsumi Suka would think that Yosho might have been injured in the earthquake, or that his phone was broken.

But another very coincidental thing was…

After the earthquake and blackout, Natsumi Suka collected information from various sources and discovered that "Mask," who usually played the role of a hero, did not appear until the Kyoto Tower incident, finally appearing before everyone.

Based on this alone, linking Yosho and "Mask" together might be too far-fetched.

But Natsumi Suka's job was to rely on her intuition to search for information.

That was why she had just pretended to be casual and made a slip of the tongue to test whether he would reveal any flaws.

However, there were no gains.

Yosho's reaction was very normal.

But it was precisely this normality that made Natsumi Suka feel abnormal, because Yosho himself was not very normal.

"In any case…"

Natsumi Suka didn't continue the topic, but changed the subject and smiled.

"The interview with Haru was my first successful report. I know that if it weren't for your suggestion, that girl named Haruna Amano wouldn't have accepted my interview, so… I still have to repay your favor."

Yosho picked up the can of ice-cold beer on the table, opened it, took a sip, and then smiled.

"How do you plan to repay it?"

Natsumi Suka stood up, walked over and sat next to him, deliberately bending down slightly, revealing a glimpse of the snow-white softness inside her camisole, and raised a smile at the corner of her lips.

"Do you like… older women?"

"I… naturally like them."

Yosho nodded solemnly, but then moved to the side and changed the subject.

"However, I have other, more important things to do today. Let's talk about it another day."

Then, he emphasized very seriously.

"But don't tell anyone about this, otherwise if people find out that I actually chose to remain unmoved at a time like this, my persona as the god of harems will collapse."

Natsumi Suka: "…There's even such a persona?"

Yosho nodded very seriously.

"Of course, my harem protagonist persona is too pure, and cannot be mixed with even a trace of impurities. Such is the so-called supreme purity."

Natsumi Suka didn't know if Yosho wasn't interested in her, or if he really had something important to say today, so she could only sigh helplessly, and looked at the shallow layer of windows connecting the basement to the ground, the rain constantly pattering on the ground, lost in thought.

"Since the day of the earthquake, the rain in Kyoto City hasn't stopped… I heard that many places have been flooded, and even traffic has been disrupted."

Hearing this, Yosho's expression didn't change at all, he just said softly.

"I want to ask you to write a few reports."

"Reports?"

Natsumi Suka readily agreed and asked with a smile.

"No problem, about what content?"

"Do you know anything about the female ghosts in urban legends? The kind that are relatively well-known, and people would be interested in the background stories."

"Female ghosts?"

Although Natsumi Suka didn't understand why Yosho suddenly asked about this, she still thought seriously and muttered.

"According to the current trend… young people aren't particularly interested in things like the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons or the traditional monsters of Sakura Province anymore, after all, they're not novel enough."

"But people still seem very enthusiastic about discussing urban legends and the like, and they can also add various settings to them, which is the so-called fan fiction."

"If you really want to talk about it… the most famous urban legend right now… should be Hachishaku-sama, right?"

Yosho immediately replied.

"That one already exists, change to another one."

"Eh?"

Natsumi Suka made a puzzled sound, then cautiously said.

"Then… Slit-Mouthed Woman?"

"Alright, let's go with that one."

Yosho nodded in satisfaction.

"I want you to write a report about the Slit-Mouthed Woman, the scarier the better, and also add some new settings and change some of the old ones, is that okay?"

"That doesn't matter, after all, they're just fabricated urban legends, not real things, they're all made up by people."

"Very good, there's one more thing."

"What?"

"Since you've written a report about Haru, you must have done some research, and know that to restore the weather in Sakura Province to normal, a Weather Maiden must become a living sacrifice, right?"

Hearing this, Natsumi Suka shook her head with a wry smile.

"I've heard of it, but those are all legends."

As soon as she finished speaking, Natsumi Suka noticed Yosho's eyes and hesitated.

"Just legends… right?"

"Yes, just legends."

Yosho nodded and said softly.

"However, I want you to organize this legend and write it into a column."

"Why?"

"Because…"

Yosho looked directly into Natsumi Suka's eyes. At this moment, his eyes reminded the latter of the night of the rain, the kind of eyes that "Mask" had when looking at the Weather Doll Killer.

"I want to test whether everyone in Kyoto City is still worth saving."

…

That night.

"Sister."

"Sister!"

Hearing her younger brother's two consecutive calls, Haruna Amano, who was staring out the window at the rain in a daze, finally reacted and turned her head, forcing a smile as she looked at her younger brother, Nagi Amano.

"What's wrong?"

Nagi Amano pouted, looking helpless.

"Why have you been spacing out lately? Are you thinking about that sweetheart again?"

Haruna Amano blushed upon hearing this, and waved her hands in a panic.

"Wh… what sweetheart, don't talk nonsense, he's just an ordinary classmate."

Nagi Amano looked like he knew everything, and said meaningfully.

"But… I haven't said who it is yet."

"You… you're not allowed to talk nonsense! Otherwise…"

Seeing his sister looking flustered, Nagi Amano sighed helplessly and shrugged his shoulders.

"I can understand, after all, he's helped us a lot, allowing you to return to high school, and also found a Weather Maiden request, allowing you to have enough money to support our siblings' lives."

Nagi Amano looked very understanding.

"If I were a girl, I would definitely like Yosho-nii."

Haruna Amano's pretty face flushed, she sat cross-legged on the ground, and a few traces of loneliness appeared in her eyes, muttering to herself.

"What's the use of me liking him… and… never mind."

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Haruna Amano breathed a sigh of relief, walked over and first looked outside through the peephole, her expression froze, she immediately tidied up her hairstyle and clothes, and opened the door with a slightly nervous look.

"Um… Yosho-kun, why did you suddenly come?"

Yosho stood outside the door with a smile on his face and slowly opened his mouth.

"Are you free? I'd like to invite you out for McDonald's."