Translator: Appleot
Editor: Fleur
"...n..."
"...sen..."
"...Paisen!!"
The voice calling for was faint and far away, yet I recognized it. The voice belonged to Wakutsu.
"Are you okay? Mr. Negishi!"
The second voice was Gojo. Gradually, I understood the situation; raising my face, I saw I was in the family restaurant. It appeared that I had fainted for a mont.
"Are you okay? Paisen?"
"I’m a little dizzy, but I’m okay."
"That’s good."
Gojo had a look of relief.
"So, how was it?"
Wakutsu asked with curiosity. What a simple-minded fellow.
"First of all, this magic sword is very exhausting. [Telepathy] seems bad."
"I see. That made you faint."
"I didn’t faint because I was deprived of my strength by the magic sword, no, more precisely, the reason was because it felt as if my brain scread and the breaker fell due to the amount of information coming in."
Gojo looked like she was in trouble.
"It's okay. I lost consciousness, so no mory of Gojo ca in."
"Is that so?"
Gojo wore an indescribable expression.
"Well, so... I want to verify it again. I'll give you a potion later, so please go along with one more ti, Gojo."
"Well, will you be okay?"
"I don't know, but it's worth trying."
"Is it really fine?"
"It’s fine. If worse cos to worst, I’ll just lose consciousness like before. It's not a big deal."
"I understand. Let’s start!"
I held the [Telepathy] sword. Gojo promptly slid her finger over the sword’s blade, and I observed a slight amount of bleeding.
"Are you okay?"
I lost a little power, but there was no problem at all. This was successfully verified.
"Gojo, your breakfast today was vegetable juice and a protein bar, right?"
"Yes! Yes! It fits!"
"Yesterday's dinner was pasta and a salad that you ate with friends."
"Wow! That's right!"
I didn’t know why, but she looked very happy.
"Oh, what are you doing? What are you doing?"
"Simply put, it feels like a filter."
"Do you really an a filter?"
"Yes. It's a filter. At first, when I tried to read Gojo's mory completely, I couldn't process it and my brain overloaded. The second ti, however, I clearly narrowed down the mory to be read."
"That's what you eat these days, right?"
"That's how it is."
"That sounds interesting! Paisen, is it alright for to try too?"
"It's alright. Lightly cut your finger."
I beca nervous as Wakutsu slid his finger on the tip of the sword. He bled a little after a while.
It felt more powerful than before as I was overwheld with a lot more mories.
"How- how is it? Paisen! Today's breakfast was…."
"Wakutsu confessed to the most popular girl in his grade when he was in his third year of junior high school, and she replied to him asking, ‘Who are you?’"
"Hey! What are you reading?!"
"The history of Wakutsu's broken heart."
"What’s in there?"
Gojo was in high spirits now.
"That's right. Most recently, to a clerk at a cafe near the adventure guy in Shinjuku, Calico Cat."
"Oh, oh! Stop! Please stop!"
"What is this feeling called?"
"Fufufu. I understand what it feels like…."
"But Gojo, now that Wakutsu is bald, his looks are rather disappointing. But if you look closely, his face itself isn't that bad and his body is average."
"Ah, that's right. His eyes and nose are clear."
Gojo agreed. It was a little surprising.
"Yes, but it's an internal problem to keep being rejected."
"Hey! Why did personality denial begin!"
"Wakutsu, do you want to know why you’ve been rejected so far?"
"Oh?"
"I know all the details concerning your past broken heart experiences, and I'm telling you to consult with ."
"Can I really ask you?"
"Yes, that’ll be 30,000 yen."
"Why are you charging money?! And such an exorbitant amount too!"
"Gojo, do you think the price for my consultation service is too expensive?"
"Maybe you can put it out for people to try and earn money from them."
Hmmm. It might be a good start to get used to the [Telepathy] sword.
T/N
Wakutsu's broken heart story- hahaha, and Negishi turning everything he's gonna do to receiving money, rember when he saved Gojo and asked for paynt? Apart from that, thanks for the comnts, we changed the swords na~
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