My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

Chapter 103 Human memory is not endless

Under the quiet and peaceful light, the girl lifted her long hair, revealing the gradually healing wound on her neck.

This should have been an extremely scary scene, but the new flesh that was slowly healing was rosy and white, making it look much better.

This is probably just replacing old blood with new blood, right?

Tamaki Hikari scratched his chin, avoiding Yachiyo Yayoi's questioning gaze, and suppressed some strange thoughts in his heart.

"Isn't that what you said? You can do it anytime. It doesn't matter if you attack by surprise."

Tamaki Hikaru thought that Yachiyo Yayoi was deliberately pretending to be full of flaws and wanted to teach him something.

So after getting tired of chewing through those stiff manuscripts, Tamaki Hikaru thought of some dangerous ideas and implemented them.

As a result, Yachiyo Yayoi, who was addicted to reading, was killed by Tamaki Hikari without realizing it.

Well. This is definitely not the reason of Tamaki Hikari, but Yachiyo Yayoi's own reason.

He used a small dagger, but in the end it had the effect of cutting in two, directly causing critical hits and weak point damage.

Yachiyo Yayoi was definitely unlucky.

Yachiyo Yayoi's face showed a little shyness. She seemed to have said that, but she still wanted to save face.

"It seems that you still picked a good opportunity, just like seizing the moment when animals relax when drinking water."

"Shouldn't it be La?"

Tamaki Hikaru subconsciously answered, but was forced back by Yachiyo Yayoi's eyes.

Can't the metaphor sound a little nicer?

"Humph, it seems that the purpose of your visit today is not to read a book, so let me give you some advice."

Yachiyo Yayoi closed the book in her hand and her tone became dangerous.

Losing face is a trivial matter. Anyway, she has lost face in front of Tamaki Hikari not once or twice.

But it was very unpleasant to interrupt her interest in reading and take her away from the sweet and sad tragic atmosphere.

Yachiyo Yayoi rolled up her sleeves and prepared to teach Tamaki Hikari how to protect herself in the face of an enraged monster.

This is definitely not revenge, but a sincere teaching heart.

"No, no, I'm really here to read a book."

Tamaki Hikaru quickly raised his hands to surrender. He knew his own weight. If he agreed to this, he might be tortured in many ways.

Fortunately, Yachiyo Yayoi was not as willful as a certain vampire. As soon as Tamaki Hikaru was convinced, she curled her lips and took it back.

"Then let's add one more thing. Of course, sneak attacks are possible at any time, but in order to make the simulation more realistic, I may also take the initiative to attack you."

"After all, the real situation is not necessarily that you sneak attack on others, but that others sneak attack on you."

This is obviously an excuse to vent your anger sometimes, right?

Tamaki Hikaru glanced at her helplessly, but was unable to refute, so he could only acquiesce.

"By the way, do you know kendo?"

Tamaki Hikaru turned over the manuscript in his hand and asked casually.

"I recently got a pretty good sword, and I was thinking about learning the art of swordsmanship to avoid wasting it."

"Kendo?"

Yachiyo Yayoi shook her head.

"If you tell me how to get hacked, I'm quite experienced, but I don't know how to hack someone."

"For example, how to hide when being slashed may look serious but is not fatal in fact."

"You should keep these skills for yourself. I still don't want to be hacked like this in my life."

Tamaki Hikaru rejected this kind of knowledge that can only be useful if it is based on being beaten.

With his small body, he would be killed or crippled with a knife.

"There is no way. If you want to learn how to kill people, you must first learn how to be killed. This is such a dangerous thing among cold weapons."

For all those who can continuously survive cold weapon confrontations and reach the top, in addition to talent, experience and intuition, what is even more indispensable is luck.

Every sword fight is a game with the opponent, a game that cannot tolerate mistakes.

"You're right. Sure enough, I should learn to shoot, right?"

I still fell behind when it came to playing with knives. Sure enough, I should find a chance to get a gun license and practice my marksmanship.

"But if you want to know more, why don't you go to the kendo club? I remember."

Yachiyo Yayoi recalled some vague memories.

"About when did it come? I remember hearing someone say that the Kendo Club had received some kind of honor."

She had stayed in this library for too long, and the human time scale was a little slow for Yachiyo Yayoi.

She only remembered that it was not called the Kendo Club at that time, the school was still an ordinary bungalow, and the students' attire was also very different from now.

It's a pity that her memory is never that good. Maybe she died too many times and many things have settled to the bottom of her brain.

"All in all, it should be quite powerful. You can go and have a look."

Tamaki Hikaru nodded and took note, but he was a little uneasy.

In the Kendo Club, I think there shouldn't be anything so outrageous, at most.

After a beautiful girl practices kendo, her feet are filled with sweat?

Tamaki Hikaru lacks imagination and can only think of such a possibility.

After all, this isn't fencing, so no matter how strange it is, it shouldn't be too strange.

But before that, Tamaki Hikari had some other things he wanted to ask.

"Do you know who owns these manuscripts? I'm curious as to who wrote these things."

In fact, there are not many in these manuscripts that actually contain magic as clearly as that day.

Most of them are fantasies that seem impossible to ordinary people, like the nonsense of a hysteric attack.

Put together with various esoteric and unclear nouns, Tamaki Hikaru gnawed for a long time, and learned more about mysticism.

Other things seem to have been learned, but they also seem not to have been learned.

If it weren't for the fact that the dice was still on Tamaki Hikaru's body, he would have doubted whether there was any point in reading these manuscripts.

Basically, they are all illusory things. Even from a magic point of view, they are quite outrageous. They are things that can only appear in comics.

"Well, I don't know either. It would be better for you to ask the vampire about this kind of thing than me, right?"

Yachiyo Yayoi is just a wage earner, how could she know so much?

"Just curious, just asking by the way."

To be honest, it’s usually hard not to think about it too much.

If a person has been doing the same job for decades, if there is really no other secret, he probably won't be able to do it at all.

Although Yachiyo Yayoi is not an ordinary person. But is it really just out of habit and trouble that you haven’t left here?

However, Tamaki Hikaru just asked casually and had no intention of finding out.

Even if Yachiyo Yayoi really has any secrets, it is the right thing to do.

"Well maybe, maybe we did know each other a long time ago."

"But since I have forgotten it, it means he is not a guy worth remembering."

After thinking for a moment, Yachiyo Yayoi said leisurely.

"The capacity of the brain is limited, and the maximum memory capacity of human beings is only one hundred and forty years."

"Apart from the fact that I won't die, I'm just an ordinary human being. Do you think I can remember everything I have experienced?"

Just like a hard drive with limits, when it is full, you can only clear out a certain amount of space for continued use.

The human brain is such a hard drive with limits. The so-called immortality is more troublesome than the limits of the body because of the limits of the mind.

unless

Tamaki Hikaru thought of Imedekawa Himetsuki. Maybe the structures of vampires and humans are slightly different? Or did they just sleep through it?

Perhaps because he had read too many manuscripts, Tamaki Hikaru subconsciously thought about these issues just like the owner of the manuscript.

"So, I will quickly clear some less important things and trivial things from my mind, just like taking out the trash."

Yachiyo Yayoi glanced at Tamaki Hikari.

"You are still alive and often appear in front of me, so the memory about you will not be cleared for the time being."

"But when you die one day, or you leave this city, and if we meet again after many years, maybe I won't remember you."

Her voice was very calm, without any fluctuations. She was already very skilled at separation and forgetfulness.

It’s as bland as stating what to eat tonight.

"There's nothing you can do about it. It's the same for ordinary people. The relationship between people is something that will gradually fade away if there is no contact for a period of time."

Tamaki Hikaru fully understands Yachiyo Yayoi’s reasons and reasons for doing this, but...

"But I think that the truly impressive things, no matter how long it has passed, will always have residual traces there when you meet them again."

"Besides, even if you don't remember me, I will definitely remember you."

Yachiyo Yayoi raised her head, and suddenly there was an inexplicable confusion in her eyes.

It was as if it was exactly what Tamaki Hikaru said. She obviously had no memory of this sentence, but she still felt that it seemed familiar.

Is this what is called, the remaining traces?

"Remembering me isn't necessarily a good thing, is it?"

Yachiyo Yayoi covered her face with the book in her hand and her voice was a little low.

"There will come a time when you begin to transition from your prime to your twilight years, when you gradually become incapable of doing what you want and feel the traces that time has left on you."

"Then you will start to be jealous of me and start to worry about your own aging. At that time, it would be better not to remember me."

Human beings are wonderful creatures, and they have completely different ideas at different stages.

The more brilliant people are when they are young, the more they fear the onset of aging.

He ran wildly on the road of life without stopping, trying to prevent the aging God of Death from catching up with him.

An old man who is approaching his twilight years will also show a face of jealousy like a demon. This face is something that Yachiyo Yayoi has never erased from his memory.

The former friends have changed over the years, and the former friendship has become a swamp that is difficult for people to struggle with.

Rather than ending like that, it would be better to just forget about each other and just treat it as a fun thing about youth.

"How could you forget?"

Tamaki Hikari's words interrupted Yachiyo Yayoi's many thoughts, causing her to raise her head in shock.

"Your appearance like that will leave a deep psychological shadow on everyone, right? Is this something that can be forgotten if you want to?"

Tamaki Hikaru complained fiercely.

An ordinary teenager encountered a talking corpse on his way home. Who wouldn't be able to leave a psychological shadow for ten or eight years?

What's more, this thing not only spoke, but also created many firsts for Tamaki Hikaru.

For example, the first time you bring someone of the opposite sex home, the first time you have close contact with someone of the opposite sex, the first time you kill someone with your own hands, and so on.

How is it possible that something like this can be forgotten as easily as you want, even if you still remember it until the day you die, right?

Yachiyo Yayoi also looked a little embarrassed. She also remembered her first meeting with Tamaki Hikari, which was indeed impressive.

But later on, both of them got used to it, and they felt that it was not a big deal.

"Really, you say this as if I owe you a lot for nothing."

Yachiyo Yayoi's somewhat sentimental atmosphere was also swept away, and she said in an angry and funny tone.

It felt like she had done something wrong and owed Tamaki Hikaru a lot.

"No, I'd rather say I'm lucky. If I hadn't met you by chance, I don't know what would have happened."

"It won't matter. That vampire doesn't have enough killing intent. Even if she really wants to kill you, she will change her mind the moment you bleed."

Yachiyo Yayoi shook her head. In fact, her presence or absence that day did not mean much, and the final result would not make much difference.

Tamaki Hikaru would resist, and bloodshed would break out, before mutually acceptable terms were agreed upon.

"Although I say that, it is just a guess after all. What if I was hypnotized before bleeding?"

Tamaki Hikaru spread his hands.

"What has already happened, no matter how much you think about it afterwards, is just an afterthought. It is enough that the final result is good."

"Can you achieve a more perfect result if you try again? That is just an illusion that cannot satisfy yourself."

Tamaki Hikaru is a contented person. Even if the system really has the function of loading files, he will not load files back when he has nothing to do.

This result is enough.

"Your temperament, should I say that you are very satisfied, or that you have no pursuits?"

Yachiyo Yayoi scratched her head, feeling a little distressed.

"Isn't this good? I'm living a pretty comfortable life now, and I'm not interested in suffering constantly for the sake of a more perfect ending."

"After all, reality is not a game. Maybe there is no more perfect ending?"

When playing games, you can load files without limit, keep trying, and there are strategies to learn.

But the reality is that there are infinite possibilities. How do you know that you may be the happiest yourself among countless possibilities now?

Just like the question mentioned before, a monkey can knock out Shakespeare in infinity.

So what if it's not satisfied? If it continues, maybe it will be able to produce a greater work than Shakespeare?

So Tamaki Hikaru will not do that kind of greedy thing. For him, such a simple and happy life is enough.

(End of this chapter)