Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Looking at Yukino Yukinoshita's somewhat dim eyes, Haruno sighed almost imperceptibly.

Likes to be stubborn?

Being stubborn leads to this kind of ending.

Although my younger sister has a very cute appearance... her inner self is truly complex. Even I, as her older sister, can't completely understand what Yukino is thinking. If it were a normal person, they probably wouldn't be able to touch Yukino's true inner self in their entire life, let alone pursue any 'genuine' connection...

Fortunately.

Haruno Yukinoshita looked at Yozora, thinking to herself.

This guy isn't normal.

Miko Yotsuya, Rio Futaba, Mai Sakurajima, Kazusa Touma, including myself—so many girls are in love with one person, and yet the Super-amount Club can still maintain a harmonious and friendly atmosphere.

Ultimately, it's all based on one thing.

Yozora is able to suppress all the love triangle drama. Although he usually seems unfocused, he can always accurately capture the emotions of each member and help them solve all their difficulties.

Perhaps this is the so-called...

Great personality.

"Yo, Yozora-kun."

At this time, Touma Youko, who had changed into casual clothes, came out from backstage, covering her mouth and chuckling as she teased Yozora and Kazusa, who were stuck together.

"Seeing you two like this, I should be able to become a grandmother soon."

Kazusa Touma's pretty face flushed slightly, but she didn't deny it, instead changing the subject.

"Your performance today... was as perfect as I remember."

"Don't flatter me."

Touma Youko shook her head, smiling as she ruffled Kazusa Touma's hair.

"The last time you heard my concert was when you were just over two years old. To say it's as perfect as you remember... it's just because I'm your mother, so you're adding emotional points."

After saying this, Touma Youko looked at Yozora, who was standing beside her, and asked with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"So, Yozora-kun, what do you think? My concert?"

Yozora didn't hesitate at all, directly giving a seemingly low-EQ answer, but one that was completely unexpected by Touma Youko, yet absolutely perfect in meaning.

"Not as good as Kazusa's."

"Oh?"

Hearing this evaluation, Touma Youko wasn't angry, but instead seemed even happier.

How good her daughter is, she knows very well.

To say that Kazusa Touma's level is about the same as Touma Youko's, or even that Kazusa Touma's level is slightly better than Touma Youko's, that might be because they don't understand music theory at all and don't know how to appreciate it, which is why they make such outrageous remarks.

But does Yozora not understand music theory?

He is a musical instrument master who demonstrated his amazing talent at the Soubu High School festival. Although he hasn't played the piano, since he can even do things like composing, how could he not even have this level of appreciation?

This can only mean that in Yozora's heart, Kazusa Touma occupies a very important position. Regardless of the difference in skill, as long as it's Kazusa Touma's playing, it will be stronger than anyone else's.

Entrusting her daughter to such a person, Touma Youko feels that she can rest assured.

Just as the group was standing and chatting idly, suddenly a woman wearing a baseball cap, who looked to be around thirty years old, walked over, staring intently at Touma Youko with a complex expression that was hard to describe, without saying a word.

Touma Youko didn't mind, after all, she was in a good mood, and just asked with a smile.

"Do you want an autograph? No problem..."

"Touma Youko..."

The woman looked directly at Touma Youko's face, then her gaze shifted to the other's slender and graceful hands, and then she looked at Kazusa Touma, who was standing beside her, with the same gaze, but her eyes suddenly became filled with intense, twisted jealousy.

"Why... why are you born with such talent, even your daughter... even your daughter too..."

The woman looked at Kazusa Touma, who was standing there, gnashing her teeth, her face twisted.

"Clearly so young, clearly not even practicing piano for as long as I have, why... why can you beat me in competitions..."

Faced with the woman's words, Kazusa Touma just frowned slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion.

"Who are you?"

"You don't even remember... my name..."

The woman's eyes and expression became even more twisted and ferocious, her eyes revealing intense jealousy and hatred.

"We just competed together a while ago... so that's how it is, people without talent don't even have the value of being remembered..."

The woman's voice became increasingly hoarse, until the end, it no longer sounded like a human voice, but used a ghostly, jealous and hateful tone to say word by word.

"If only I had talent... I would be able to do it too..."

As the words fell, the concert hall, which had been almost emptied by the audience, suddenly became packed again, and a thunderous applause echoed.

Everyone's expressions and eyes were filled with fanaticism, and they were constantly shouting.

"Miss Kyoko Nakao! The world's number one pianist, Miss Kyoko Nakao!"

And the surrounding space was also distorted in an instant. The Kyoto City Concert Hall, which was originally elegantly decorated and exuded a noble aura, became resplendent and dazzling like a luxurious palace, combined with the audience's fanatical shouts and expressions, giving people a psychologically uncomfortable sense of incongruity.

"This is..."

Touma Youko was stunned, looking at the surrounding scene, she froze in place, not knowing what to do.

Where is this?

What happened to me? Is this still the Kyoto City Concert Hall where I just performed?

"This is..."

Miko Yotsuya, who had this kind of experience, immediately reacted.

This, like Councilor Sato's white tower, is a "palace" formed due to excessively strong and twisted desires.

"I see..."

As a professional exorcist, Miko Yotsuya recalled the scene just now, felt the surrounding spiritual power fluctuations, observed the dazzling, crowded scene in front of her, but the audience's expressions were numb, like puppets on a string, and thought to herself.

"People who possess strong and twisted desires in their hearts and are satisfied with certain conditions... when the desires completely get out of control, it will cause the real world... no, this scene is the fusion of the real world and the other world... In other words, someone's desire is so strong that, with just their own twisted thoughts, they can distort the structure of the corresponding location in the other world, and then invade the corresponding location in the real world."

“And next…”

Miko Yotsuya shook her head, simply silently recording the information she had obtained in her mind, preparing to tell Rio Futaba when she left, so the other party could be responsible for analyzing it.

The top priority now is to protect the safety of the innocent.

“Miko, look there…”

Toma Kazuha patted Miko Yotsuya's shoulder, pointing to a distant position in the audience. The latter followed her gaze and found that the audience members who had not had time to leave the theater were now, as if controlled by the woman named Nakao Kyoko, sitting there like puppets in a fantasy, frantically shouting Nakao Kyoko's name.

“I see… It seems that the vast majority of people cannot stay awake in the ‘Hall,’ and will not retain any memories afterwards.”

Looking at Miko Yotsuya and the others with calm expressions, not panicking, and even having the leisure to talk, Toma Yoko was dumbfounded.

“You… what exactly is this…”

“Mom, I know it may be difficult for you to accept, but…”

Toma Kazuha gently stroked the delicate black choker on her snow-white neck, and then, in Toma Yoko's unbelievable gaze, the clothes made of spiritual power, as well as the black mask that only covered the upper half of her face, and the black hat that was the same as when she performed, instantly materialized.

“I… am an assistant of ‘Mask’.”

Chapter 374: The Collapse of Ritual and Music, and the Origin of Kazuha's Unstable Personality

Looking at Toma Kazuha, who had transformed into her performance attire, Toma Yoko's brain directly crashed.

Like most residents of Sakura Province, she had seen the collective notice video that appeared on the big screens in various cities at the time, and she even watched the ultra-HD version.

Naturally, she had also seen Toma Kazuha appear in that image. Although the attire looked somewhat familiar, Toma Yoko never thought of her own daughter.

Who could have imagined that?

Her withdrawn daughter, who seemed only interested in piano, was actually the mysterious hero who caused a sensation throughout Sakura Province? And dressed up like that?

Just like the old brothers in the Tieba forum's evaluation of Uchiha Obito.

“You're wrapped up like a dead person, and you blame your master for not recognizing you? Who could recognize you?”

Although the words are very aggressive, the principle is the same.

If Toma Yoko could guess that one of the assistants of “Mask” was her own daughter Toma Kazuha, that would be a real ghost story.

“Kazuha, you… you are actually…”

Toma Yoko covered her mouth, her eyes revealing disbelief. After a long time, she turned her gaze to Yozora on the side and cautiously asked.

“Could it be that, Yozora-kun, you are… ‘Mask’?”

“That's right.”

Yozora did not deny it, nor did he hide anything, but directly admitted it.

Toma Yoko's expression became even more shocked when she heard this, and she looked at Yukino Yukinoshita, Miko Yotsuya, and Yukino Yukinoshita standing there, muttering to herself.

“Could it be that the three of you… were all in that video… that video that sent a notice to Rikka Sakurakawa, the ‘Mask’ assistants who appeared?”

Noticing that Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes looked a little lonely when she heard this question, Miko Yotsuya hurriedly nodded.

“Yes, we are all assistants.”

Toma Yoko suddenly learned this shocking news and couldn't help but support her forehead, muttering to herself.

“This… what exactly are your abilities… the so-called assistants… No, what we should be considering now is not this…”

Toma Yoko glanced at those people in the seats, like marionettes, constantly shouting the name “Nakao Kyoko,” with a fanatical look on their faces, pursed her lips, and said somewhat flusteredly.

“Should we think of a way to escape from here as soon as possible?”

“Escape?”

Hearing her mother's words, Toma Kazuha shook her head, placed her right hand on the hilt of the Juzumaru Tsunetsugu sword at her waist, and looked at Miko Yotsuya.

“Have you found the location of that woman's main body and desires?”

“Yes, I found it.”

Miko Yotsuya pointed to the object above the stage, which was shaped like a piano, but the edges were somewhat blurred and looked very illusory.

“That is the embodiment of Nakao Kyoko's desires. After taking it away, this place will return to normal.”

“Okay.”

Toma Kazuha nodded and glanced at Yukino Yukinoshita beside her, saying lightly.

“You don't need to help, I can do it alone.”

“Chichichi.”

Yukino Yukinoshita lengthened her voice, her tone sounding somewhat lazy, and replied with a smile.

“I'm not like you, if I can avoid fighting, of course I don't want to take responsibility on myself. Good luck.”

“Hmph, I don't need you to cheer me on.”

After saying this, Toma Kazuha slightly bent her waist and legs, making a posture like a 100-meter runner preparing to start.

Just as Toma Yoko felt a little puzzled, not understanding what her daughter wanted to do, she heard a soft sound.

“Bang.”

It wasn't until Toma Kazuha's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and she saw several cracks blooming on the wooden floor due to her amazing explosive power, that Toma Yoko belatedly reacted and hurriedly turned her gaze to the position above the stage.

“Don't… don't take away my talent!”

Seeing that her distorted desires were about to be taken away, Nakao Kyoko, who had been hiding in the dark and had completely lost her mind, finally revealed her true form.

At this time, she had completely lost the appearance of a normal human. Her huge upper body protruded from the curtain leading to the backstage. Her light chestnut-colored long hair twisted and wriggled like long snakes, and two lines of scarlet blood tears flowed from her eyes. Her right hand with sharp nails stretched out towards Toma Kazuha, who had just arrived on the stage.

“Your talent?”

Toma Kazuha took a step back to avoid Nakao Kyoko's slap, her eyes did not change at all, and she only said softly.

“Since you want talent so much, then I'll give it to you.”

“Play the melody, Kinnara.”