Magician in Type-Moon

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"Hello, I'd like to know about the person who caused the meteor to fall and explode last night. Could you tell me?"

"What do you want with him?" the person on the other end of the phone asked.

“...I want to try and see if I can kill him,” said Kurami Ryukatsu.

Upon witnessing that extraordinary power, Kurami Ryuka's first thought was not to connect with Matou Ike and thus step into the mysterious world.

Instead, she wanted to get rid of this man who was outside her vision of the future.

As for the purpose, it was simply because the fireworks set off by that man were more dazzling and more spectacular than those set off by him.

Perhaps there were even more emotions, but he couldn't express them himself.

Just like a child seeing others have bigger and better toys than themselves.

The first thing that comes to mind is destroying other people's toys.

It just so happens that Kurami Ryuka is only a twelve-year-old boy.

He even imagined that, as the German's accomplice, the final winner would be his enemy—a perfectly logical conclusion.

He must manage the risks.

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone again.

"...Is that so? That man isn't so easy to kill, but I can provide you with some tools...As for information about him..."

Time passed second by second until the phone's last bit of battery completely drained away.

Reluctantly, Kurami Ryuka put down her phone and lay down on the tattered bed.

He already knew the basic information about the man, and he also knew how those dazzling fireworks were set off.

"I never imagined magic existed in this world, something so incredibly cool! A magician? Let me give it a try!"

Just like a hardcore gamer who's tired of all the games on the market, the excitement of discovering a niche, little-known new game while aimlessly wandering through a game expo.

This will be the first and last time that Kurami Ryuka transforms into a bomb demon for a purpose other than money.

Chapter 261: Using Future Vision to Counter Future Vision

The bright sun cast dazzling rays, enveloping the towering buildings of the city streets in a sweltering heat.

Today's temperature reached its highest level since the start of summer, and the comfort level also hit its lowest point since the start of summer.

As the height of summer draws ever closer, it strips away the clothes from passersby, piece by piece.

Moisture is a given, but it also includes composure, patience, and the spirit to take a short rest.

Finding someone who deliberately hides in the vast sea of ​​people, and who also possesses future vision, is not something that can be done by relying solely on insect surveillance.

Therefore, Matouchi decided to take a different approach.

At the beginning of his magic career, the old man told him to use magic to fight magic.

The same principle applies today: we must use future vision to combat future vision.

Although Matouike doesn't have the ability to see the future, Kanbuko City has quite a few people with the ability to see the future.

The last prophecy has almost come true, so this is a good time to talk to Guanbuzi's mother again.

"I hope she didn't avoid me this time," Matou Ike chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Stepping into the narrow alleyway by Matou Pond, it was as quiet as ever, with only a faint breeze echoing in the confined space.

The daytime sunlight was blocked by the towering buildings on both sides, and the alley seemed to be shrouded in eternal shadow.

Nevertheless, he spotted that familiar figure at a glance.

Looking at the mother of the cloth, she was still wearing that heavy black evening gown, and even the crystal ball and black veil in front of her were unchanged, as if time had stood still for her.

She sat there gracefully and mysteriously at a simple wooden table, as if waiting for someone.

Matouchi walked up slowly, a slight chuckle inwardly.

Two months have passed, and she's still here, still putting on that pretentious act, just like everyone else's impression of a street fortune teller.

Matou Ike was a little curious; there weren't any rules to follow in this world, were there?

Therefore, all of this can only be attributed to the other party's perverse sense of humor.

Good morning, old lady.

"It's already afternoon, you naughty boy." She was unusually friendly to Matou Ike, as if she had encountered a savior when she saw him.

"It seems you've been waiting for me for quite some time. Can't your eyes see that I'm coming to find you?"

Matouike's attitude toward Kanbuko's mother was somewhat strange.

"I only saw that you would come to me. The future is something that never existed in the first place. Of course, you can't control something that doesn't exist."

Guan Buzi's mother responded calmly.

"So you mean that although I will come to see you, there are countless variations in the time, and it's impossible to control it to be at the exact time?"

There's still plenty of time, so Matou Ike doesn't mind talking about her future vision ability.

"That's true, but it depends on the amount of information. If I've had enough contact with you recently, I can still accurately predict your next move."

When facing Matouike, Kanbuko's mother did not adopt the mystical attitude of a gypsy prophet, but instead spoke with Matouike in a rational manner.

"Hmm, is that so? It seems this ability still has some limitations," Matou Ike remarked.

"Of course, otherwise such miracles wouldn't be so widely bestowed upon the world. To be honest, there are far too many people in this world who can see the future."

Guan Buzi's mother let out a muffled groan, seemingly troubled by the large number of her kind.

Matou Ike understood what she meant. If one could see the future, how many people could resist the temptation and live a peaceful life like the old woman in front of them?

Most people will still do things that disrupt the normal order of the world out of desire or fear.

There are too many examples like this; here's one right now.

Have you heard of the bomber who's been making headlines lately?

Matou Ike asked.

"Of course, he's in the same industry, and rivals are enemies. What that kid did has seriously affected my business."

Although Kanbuko's mother looked displeased, Matou Ike didn't see any disgust in her eyes.

"I need to talk to him about something. Could you predict when I might be able to find him?"

"Ikemazu asked."

"Of course, but this prediction will require payment."

Guan Buzi's mother replied.

"Of course, it's a very reasonable demand."

Matouchi stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Kanbuko's mother.

The fortune teller carefully examined his palm lines, and repeatedly showed a puzzled expression.

"Alright, what's the result? It shouldn't have taken that long just to see where that brat was, right?"

I've been watching "The Mother of Cloth" for a while now, and even Matou Ike is starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.

"That kid's situation is indeed obvious, but I also noticed something else. Could you give me a little more time?"

"I'm so sorry," sighed Guan Buzi's mother.

Nevertheless, she continued to study Matou Ike's palmistry.

This must be the dignity of a fortune teller.

Time passed by, and although we were in the shade of the buildings, the high temperature outside still made us feel thirsty.

Guan Buzi's mother still kept her eyes wide open, carefully searching for his future.

"?"

The fortune teller began to wonder.

Or perhaps—she had seen through everything and felt sympathy for him?

You couldn't find many people in the entire world with her ability to see into the future.

She was given the eyes of a god by a twist of fate.

Even someone like that wasn't entirely confident in his statement.

"Never mind, it's all the same no matter how you look at it. Before answering you, let me ask you this: what are your thoughts on this world?"

Kanbuko's mother dismissed Matouchi's hand with a hint of disdain, seemingly having seen something.

Matou Ike didn't care at all; it's understandable for people with special abilities to have some quirks.

"It's not good. There are too many troublesome things, and it's not harmonious at all."

Matou Ike gave a brief answer to his opinion.

"Is that so? Let me start by talking about the part I noticed that wasn't what you asked?"

Although it seemed like Kanbuko's mother was asking a question, she didn't wait for Matou Ike's reply before starting to speak to herself:

"The first half of your life trajectory is confined to a constant path, a path written for you by others, which cannot be changed, not even by trying, and there is absolutely no hope of making any changes."

"However, it's incredible. Even so, the latter half of your life is like a sudden turn of events, changing without any rhyme or reason. You could be alive and well one second and suddenly die the next. It's completely unpredictable and unaffected by anything."

"Looking at the cloth, the mother sighed."

"What an extreme life."

Chapter 262 Following the Track

The unfamiliar alley and the unfamiliar light gradually faded away.

"I'm leaving now, old woman. May you live a long and healthy life. This area is dangerous at night, so it's best for the elderly not to wander around."

Matouchi left those words behind and turned to leave.

He kept thinking about the prophecy that Guanbuzi's mother had told him.