Tokyo Agent: Starting with Picking Up a Problem Girl

Chapter 69 Wild Weapons

on the stage.

With firsthand experience, Nakajima Hiroshi's teachings became both practical and clear.

"The purpose of creating a buzz is to draw the audience's attention to you and pique their interest."

"But if all you do is blow up the crowd, your performance will be quickly forgotten."

"So, the next step is..."

monologue.

Asuka firmly grasped the rhythm.

The spotlight remained firmly fixed on her, but the surrounding darkness softened, revealing a stage decorated as a classroom.

The girl slowly raised her head, her sweat-dampened hair sticking to her forehead.

Murmurs.

"Hey... do you know...?"

She murmured softly.

The subtle voice soothed the audience, calming their ears and hearts that had been agitated by the intense rhythm.

"Open your eyes in the morning."

"Soft light filtering through the gaps in the curtains..."

Asuka's eyelashes trembled, as if she had truly seen that ray of light.

Or perhaps they saw someone.

"Dust is dancing softly and gently."

His voice sounded slightly melancholy.

His eyes were vacant, as if he were talking to himself.

"The cash register at a convenience store."

"Does it need to be heated?"

She tilted her head slightly, mimicking the shop assistant's monotonous question.

"The sudden sense of relief that comes when asked that question."

In the audience, many people who were struggling to make a living felt a slight, unexpected pang in their hearts.

They've been running away for too long, hiding themselves so well that they've even rushed past the simple joys of life.

There's more.

"The road home, the night is deserted."

"Only the sound of my own footsteps is defining the rhythm."

"The scent after the rain has stopped."

"The sensation of pressing a cold plastic bottle against your neck."

Her slender fingers tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, where the damp heat of sweat still lingered.

Those trivial and insignificant daily details radiated a warm light in her tired voice.

"The lingering anticipation in a game I couldn't beat."

"The cat's eyes looking this way from the roadside..."

She paused for a long time.

She talked for so long that people thought she had finished.

She then softly uttered the last sentence.

"These……"

"These small moments of happiness."

"I even like weapons..."

"No, just like it, it's my favorite..."

This is Nakajima Hiro's confession to the world, and also the sublimation of his design for Asuka.

Perhaps her audience will remember this girl who worked so hard on stage on countless ordinary mornings, afternoons, and under the sunlight in the future.

Of course, there were also some spoils of the mood.

Kuroda Karito understood very clearly that, under no circumstances could he allow Asuka Honoka's performance to continue smoothly.

Her performances have become increasingly successful, and if she doesn't cause trouble, it might just lead to Asuka's perfect farewell to the stage.

"Damn it, what are you talking about...?"

"Bang!"

Someone kicked him, interrupting this malicious attempt.

Because the performance is coming to an end!

A light, upbeat electronic melody with a simple, catchy loop flowed in like a stream, engulfing his friends and enemies...

No.

No matter what, you're still my audience!

Even the malicious actors who were hired to do so stood up and swayed to the beat.

The only one who is truly awake is probably Asuka herself.

She maintained her sharp edge; at this moment, she only wanted to perform her final act well.

"Come on, for the final journey!"

The girl raised the microphone, her voice regained its clarity, she was no longer aggressive, and she stopped her melancholy murmurs.

Their joyful singing and dancing, brimming with smiles, felt like a new beginning.

"A whip to keep you going!"

"A train packed to capacity!"

"LINE messages that have been read but not replied to!"

"An unattainable dream!"

Just like Nakajima Hiroshi's design concept, this melody is simple and repetitive, without any profound techniques.

The lyrics became a rapid list of the various troubles of the Reiwa era, and with the light melody and the girl's joyful expression, it seemed to become less heavy.

Yes, we can overcome all of this!

"See?"

"What a view!"

She opened her arms and embraced the entire venue.

"Should we just give up?"

"That whisper!"

He covered one ear and shook his head frantically.

"Ordinary is fine!"

"A gentle shackle!"

The girl is pretending to be bound and struggling to break free.

"It's futile!"

"Wrong answer!"

Asuka raises her index finger and sways it to the rhythm.

The melody loops, overlaps, and repeats, creating a powerful auditory inertia.

The audience, still immersed in the lingering charm of the monologue, were captivated by the sudden upbeat melody and unconsciously began nodding along with the rhythm.

After a magnificent ascent of a musical scale...

The melody suddenly expands!

Asuka stopped in her tracks, stood in the center of the stage, her gaze sweeping across the entire audience with intense intensity, and began her final outburst.

"Still restless, aren't you? You can hear it, can't you!"

Even in this state, for both of us, our hearts still beat the same!

She placed her hand on her heart, then pointed firmly to the audience.

"Thump! Thump!"

The drumbeats mimic a heartbeat, striking heavily.

"Come, let's overlap our voices!"

"No one could stop the story from beginning to turn..."

The melody accelerated again, becoming even more stirring.

Asuka's song was also released in full force, turning all her last energy into a declaration.

climax!

"Scars, exhaustion? They don't matter at all—!"

"Escape, charge, weeping embraces—!"

"The future? Hope? I have no idea—!"

"But it's too late to turn back—!!!"

The girl shouted the last sentence with all her might.

At the same time, the body rotates and jumps in rhythm.

Landing firmly on toes.

The music stopped abruptly at its climax.

Only the young girl, leaning on the microphone, stood like a noble knight holding her ground.

"Haa..."

"Haa..."

Clear yet intense breathing reverberated throughout the venue via the sound system.

Her stage outfit was soaked through and clung to her skin.

The wristband around the ankle was already soaked with sweat.

This unreserved display of exhaustion surprisingly presents a highly fragmented beauty.

Only then did people remember that the child on stage was just a simple young girl who had just participated in the disclosure of her purpose.

What are we doing...?

Those malicious viewers unconsciously lowered their heads, feeling somewhat ashamed at that moment.

For just a little bit of money, we can get together to ruin someone else's future and trample on their dreams...

asshole!

Damn it, how could I have fallen to such a state?

In this way...

However, the girl did not criticize her harshly.

She rested for only a few seconds before slowly raising her head.

Her messy hair clung to her cheeks, and her eyes were unfocused due to lack of oxygen.

A slight tinnitus made Asuka feel dazed.

No, it's not the right time yet.

Only one sentence is missing.

Hang in there a little longer, Asuka.

Her lips moved.

"See..."

Asuka tried to focus her gaze, trying to find a direction, but all she could see were shimmering spots of light.

In any case, finish the performance...

Nakajima, Nakajima Hiroshi!

I will definitely persevere!

"Wild... weapons..."

The sound drifted uncontrollably.

"Stuck to..."

"I've got it..."

The last few words were completely off-key, deviating entirely from the pre-designed melody and tone.

Asuka seemed to be taken aback for a moment, momentarily bewildered by the strange tone she had uttered.

Stopped abruptly.

The pre-planned heavy drum was struck down.

"Thump—!"