This Japanese Slice-of-Life Isn’t Lame

Chapter 51: This Winter Is Not Too Cold

There were a number of paper cutters with bloodstains, a small bag of blades, a small hammer for breaking bones, tooth extraction forceps, and the scalpel with blood plasma and light brown cat skin meat pieces adhered to it.

With a cold expression, Kitagawa Tera threw the other party’s bag down and let the tools inside fall to the ground.

“This…” Asamiya Hitomi’s lips trembled.

She could not stop shivering when she saw the cruel tools.

It turned out that a harmless-looking young man like him was a person who enjoyed abusing small animals.

The white cat remained as it was, huddled in Asamiya Hitomi’s arms, its pair of blue cat eyes innocent and pure like a child who did not understand the workings of the world.

It stuck its head out and strangely looked around at the warm and cruel world, not understanding why Asamiya Hitomi had that kind of expression.

The afternoon setting sun had dispelled the coldness of winter, allowing people to feel a rare touch of warmth.

But Kitagawa Tera’s cold voice that was in stark contrast with the current situation came. “Asamiya.”

“… Yes!” Asamiya Hitomi’s body quivered.

“Close your eyes for a while.”

“Ah…? Okay.” Asamiya Hitomi first froze, then closed her eyes tightly.

The sound of punching and kicking followed. Asamiya Hitomi obeyed Kitagawa Tera’s instructions and kept her eyes shut tightly, not even daring to breathe out loud.

With her eyes closed, she could clearly hear Saito’s pleading voice. “No, it isn’t what you think!”

The sound of fists hitting him did not stop.

“I’ll die if you continue.”

Saito seemed to have been kicked by Kitagawa Tera. He groaned painfully, begging for mercy and weeping bitterly.

Kitagawa Tera remained silent. What came next was still the muffleds sound of hits against the human body.

After some time, Asamiya Hitomi heard Kitagawa Tera say, “Get lost.”

There was the sound of crawling and rolling movements followed by panicked footsteps. Then everything around fell silent.

Kitagawa Tera’s voice came. “It’s all right now. Open your eyes.”

Asamiya Hitomi came out from the tense state of holding her breath and opened her eyes.

The world was still the color it should be.

The setting sun shone onto the body, giving it a warm feeling.

A gentle breeze without a chill swept across Sakurai Park, and the cherry blossom trees moved in tandem.

“That person just now wasn’t suitable. Let’s go look for the next person.” Unlike the increasingly warm weather, Kitagawa Tera’s tone was as cold as ever. He turned around and knitted his brows. “Did it scare you?”

“No, no!” Asamiya Hitomi put the white cat into the cardboard box again and waved her hands in a flurry. “It wasn’t Kitagawa-san’s fault just now.”

She had seen it very clearly just now, but she did not expect that someone with such a kind face would actually carry so many tools for abusing small animals.

And compared with that warm face, the youth with the vibrance of spring…

Asamiya Hitomi glanced quietly at Kitagawa Tera.

She was more keen on having a good relationship with Kitagawa Tera.

Asamiya Hitomi was unsure if it was her illusion, but while thinking about it, she clearly felt the coldness lingering around her had dissipated slightly, making her feel warm all over…

This winter, it might not be as cold as it was.

“Really?” Kitagawa Tera’s face relaxed slightly. “Where is the meeting spot for the next netizen?”

“Wait…” Asamiya Hitomi hastily took her phone out and looked at the location on it. “Not far from here, at Cure Cafe.”

Cure Cafe?

What a coincidence. Didn’t I go to Cure Cafe earlier?

Most people inside were students, and the minds of students were relatively simple. They should not meet someone like that youth just now.

“Got it.” Kitagawa Tera nodded. “Let’s go over now.”

He only wanted to settle this matter quickly, find the white cat a fosterer, and return home.

It was getting late, and he was slightly worried about leaving Kitagawa Eri… and Kamiya Mirai at home.

“Okay, Kitagawa-san.” Asamiya Hitomi nodded obediently and walked ahead quietly, leading the way.

They walked like this until they almost saw Cure Cafe before Asamiya Hitomi could not help asking, “Umm… Kitagawa-san, can I ask you a question?”

Asamiya Hitomi was really very curious.

How was Kitagawa Tera able to tell with one glance that something was wrong with that youth? Saito looked kind and harmless to both humans and animals. At least, Asamiya Hitomi could not see any strangeness in him.

“…” Kitagawa Tera remained silent for a moment, seeming to anticipate what Asamiya Hitomi would say next. “I have special powers, and I can see what others can not see.”

Kitagawa Tera turned, and in his eyes flashed Cadaveric Aura.

“C-Can see what others can not see?” Asamiya Hitomi started stuttering after sensing the dazzling light in Kitagawa Tera’s eyes. Kitagawa Tera’s gaze was obviously the same as usual, but it somehow caused her to feel stressed.

Asamiya Hitomi suddenly understood why both Kamiya Mirai and Chinatsu Chiyuki suddenly came to look for Kitagawa Tera.

Before this, Kitagawa Tera had no interactions with them, but now they were looking for him one by one. Kitagawa Tera must have something exceptional that was causing it.

“Regardless of whether you believe it or not, Asamiya-san, I’ve already told you everything. There were too many grudges entwining around that person just now…”

Recalling the scene earlier, Kitagawa Tera shook his head.

Although Saito appeared smiling and warm, in Kitagawa Tera’s eyes, there were ten on his back… No, should be more than ten cat grudges turned into a wraith. The black grudge had risen, attracting Kitagawa Tera’s attention.

The twisted tail, the black pus wound on the cat wraith’s skin, the white eyes of the dead cat…

Kitagawa Tera felt that he had gone easy. At least the other party could still stand up.

Thinking about this, Kitagawa Tera could not help reaching out and petting the white cat’s head.

This little guy was completely oblivious to what had happened. Seeing Kitagawa Tera pet it, it even stretched out its plump claws to pat Kitagawa Tera’s fingers.

Kitagawa Tera was neither angry nor annoyed, his voice as calm as usual. “Let’s go.”

The two walked into Cure Cafe.

…

What happened next was unexpectedly simple. Through Kitagawa Tera’s Cadaveric Aura’s observation power, he could clearly see several cat spirits with golden streams swirling around this girl dressed like a misfit.

These cats were either euthanized or had died naturally. Every single cat was blessing this young girl with dyed hair that looked unreliable.

Turns out good spirits will all carry a ray of faint golden light?

Kitagawa Tera looked at Asamiya Hitomi and noticed the golden stream circling the ball of black aura.

Is that also…?

Kitagawa Tera raised his eyebrows, thoughts running through his mind.

But he soon abandoned his idea and attempted to convince Asamiya Hitomi.

After all, being able to meet such an owner was also the good luck of the white cat.

Under Kitagawa Tera’s persuasion, Asamiya Hitomi hesitated for a bit before finally handing the white cat over to this girl named Takimoto Nanako.

I hope she can be kind to this white cat. Asamiya Hitomi wished in her heart.