Anime Crossover: Tokyo Reincarnation Game — Chapter 93

Chapter 93: The Game Session with Mita

Hearing Asagiri agree to play a game with her, Mita let out a bright cheer. She immediately grabbed his hand, her small fingers wrapping tight around his, and practically dragged him through the living room and straight into the kitchen.

Resting in the dead center of the pristine white dining table was a small, mechanical button with a digital timer wired beneath it.

“Player, please take a seat first~”

Mita eagerly pulled out a chair for Asagiri. Once he was seated, she skipped over to the opposite side of the table. She swayed from side to side on her heels, radiating a lively, almost overwhelmingly cute energy.

“Next, we just need one more little thing. It’s in my inventory. Wait just a second, I’ll dig it right out~”

Without missing a beat, Mita extended her right hand into the empty air. A yellow rubber duck materialized in her palm. A fraction of a second later, the duck vanished, smoothly replaced by a heavy steel crowbar. Then a rusted hand axe. Then a pair of surgical scissors. Then a high-voltage taser.

Watching from the doorway, Kotoko, Asuna, and Megumi all felt their pupils contract.

This bizarre girl who called herself Mita could actually access an ethereal inventory space just like them? And she was casually cycling through a terrifying arsenal of blunt trauma and bladed weapons?

It was a chilling reminder. No matter how adorable she looked, and no matter how harmlessly she clung to Asagiri, she was not a normal, naive girl. They absolutely could not lower their guard around her just because she acted friendly.

After all, she wasn’t human to begin with.

A second later, a mysterious, aggressively purple, cylindrical object suddenly popped into Mita’s hand. She stared at it for a split second, her face flushing with sudden embarrassment, and frantically hid the item behind her back.

“What in the world is that thing?”

Though they had only caught a brief glimpse of it, Asuna, Megumi, and Kotoko had all registered the general, unmistakable shape of the purple club. What confused them more was Mita’s panicked reaction. Was it some sort of contraband?

“Do you three really not recognize it?”

Asagiri leaned back in his chair, a half-smile playing on his lips. He deliberately locked eyes with Kotoko, the deep, mocking amusement in his gaze making the usually brazen girl feel a sudden, inexplicable wave of embarrassment.

“What is it? Do you know?”

“Of course.” Asagiri delivered the answer with absolute, deadpan honesty. “It is a wonderful little motorized toy designed to simulate a very specific piece of the male anatomy. You should all understand now, right?”

While Asuna, Megumi, and Kotoko lacked practical experience in that particular field, they were not entirely devoid of basic physiological knowledge. The realization hit Asuna like a truck, her entire face instantly burning a brilliant shade of red. Megumi simply turned her head away, her expression remaining perfectly flat as she gently rubbed a strand of hair behind her ear to hide her mild awkwardness.

Kotoko, however, only paused for a single second before her eyes lit up. She leaned forward, staring at Mita with intense, degenerate curiosity.

“Eh? Eh? How do you use it? Is it fun? If you use that weird little gadget on someone, will it make them like you more?”

Mita blinked, completely stunned by the barrage of questions. She tilted her head, her brow furrowing in deep thought.

“Hmm… I really don’t think that’s how you use it…”

Shaking her head to clear the thought, Mita looked back at Asagiri. She reached into the void one last time and pulled out a large, squeaky inflatable toy hammer, placing it gently on the dining table.

“The rules of the game are super simple!” Mita smiled brightly. “Do you see the little display screen under the button? When the game starts, it will count down: three, two, one. After the countdown, a checkmark might appear. When it does, you have to smash the button as fast as you can! The first person to press it gets to hit the loser with this toy hammer. But if an ‘X’appears, you can’t press it. If you press on an’X’, you lose automatically. Understand?”

“Hmph. Child’s play.”

Asagiri stared directly into Mita’s face. All traces of casual amusement vanished from his eyes, replaced by the purest, most terrifyingly fervent competitive bloodlust.

“You want to challenge my reaction speed? Bring it on! I, Yoshiaki Hojo, am not a man to be trifled with!”

Hearing Asagiri dramatically declare himself as Yoshiaki Hojo left Kotoko and Megumi blinking in confusion. But Asuna, who had survived the grueling beginner dungeon by his side and knew his fake moniker intimately, couldn’t stop the corners of her lips from curling into a fond smile.

“Yoshiaki… Hojo?”

Mita’s reaction to the name, however, completely shattered the tension. She just tilted her head, looking genuinely perplexed.

“Player, isn’t your name Utsunomiya Asagiri? Is there a glitch in my data?”

Asuna, Megumi, and Kotoko froze.

He just got completely doxed by an NPC.

Yet Asagiri, the victim of the doxing, didn’t even flinch. His smile merely widened into something sharp and calculating.

“Since you can pull my real name directly from the system, the probability of you being a hostile Player disguised as an NPC drops significantly. For now, I’ll operate under the assumption that everything you’ve said is the truth.”

The three girls in the doorway finally exhaled. Asagiri hadn’t just been acting like a chuunibyou for fun; he had deliberately fed her a fake name to test her administrative access to the game’s backend data.

“Eh? Player, didn’t I already tell you? I’m Mita. You’re so mean for not believing me, hmph.”

Watching Mita puff out her cheeks in an exaggerated display of fake anger, Asagiri merely chuckled.

“Drop the cute act and start the timer. My hammer knows no mercy.”

Mita’s eyes sparked. She leaned forward, her aura suddenly matching his intensity as she stared him down.

“Then let us battle for supremacy, Player!”

Asuna, Megumi, and Kotoko watched the scene unfold in absolute silence, completely unsure of how to process the sheer absurdity of it all.

The dialogue was intense. The killing intent radiating from both sides of the table was suffocating. It felt like the climax of a life-or-death anime battle. Yet, sitting between these two terrifying titans of willpower was a cheap plastic button and a squeaky inflatable hammer.

Did they really need to project this much bloodlust over a reaction game?

“Alright then, let’s start~”

Mita reached out and activated the timer. She immediately pulled her hand back, hovering it near her chest to ensure she wasn’t cheating by keeping her fingers directly over the buzzer.

“You actually have some gaming ethics.”

“Of course I—”

Right as Mita opened her mouth to speak, Asagiri’s hand blurred forward, slamming down toward the button. Operating purely on instinct, Mita’s hand shot forward to intercept him.

But Asagiri never touched the plastic. He violently arrested his momentum, pulling his hand back before making contact. Mita’s hand, however, slapped right onto the buzzer.

“You lose.”

Mita blinked, looking down at the table. The digital display had only just reached ‘1’. Neither the checkmark nor the ‘X’ had appeared yet. By pressing the button prematurely, she had instantly forfeited the round.

Watching from the sidelines, Asuna’s eyes widened in realization.

‘So agreeing to play the game was just another layer of testing…’

Mita’s reaction speed, while fast, had not exceeded the physical limits of a normal human being. It was entirely possible she had seen through the feint and deliberately slowed herself down to hide her true stats, but if that were true, her acting skills and subconscious muscle control were terrifyingly flawless.

“Ugh… you tricked me!”

Mita pouted, glaring across the table with absolute confidence.

“Fine, hit me! I only lost the first round, I’ll definitely crush you in the next one!”

“Excellent. I admire your courage.”

Asagiri slowly reached out and wrapped his fingers around the handle of the inflatable toy hammer.

Under the horrified gazes of the three girls, Asagiri stood up from his chair. His dark eyes ignited with a piercing, unnatural golden glow, and the towering, shadowy Revenant of the Demi-Fiend materialized in the air behind him, radiating pure malice.

“This hammer carries thirty years of my accumulated martial skill! Let’s see if you can take it!”

Asuna, Megumi, and Kotoko stood paralyzed as Asagiri raised the squeaky toy high above his head.

He was actually serious.

Even though it was just a pocket of air wrapped in thin plastic, Asagiri’s base physical stats were already pushing the absolute limits of human biology. Combined with the passive stat multipliers of the Demi-Fiend, his raw kinetic output was completely monstrous.

And judging by the golden glow in his eyes and the Revenant of the Demi-Fiend looming behind him…

He was putting his entire, superhuman strength into the swing.

BANG!

The inflatable hammer left a distorted afterimage in the air, followed instantly by an explosive shockwave. Asuna swore she heard the distinct crack of a miniature sonic boom as the plastic warped under the sheer velocity of the strike.

She flinched, looking at Mita with genuine terror. A full-power strike from Asagiri, even with a toy, possessed enough kinetic force to shatter a normal person’s skull or snap their neck instantly.

However…

“Ouch, that actually kinda hurt, ugh…”

Taking the devastating blow directly to the top of her skull, Mita merely winced and raised a hand to rub her head. She casually adjusted her crooked hat back into place. Aside from a slight pout of discomfort, she was completely unharmed. She looked right back at Asagiri, her eyes shining with competitive excitement.

“Player, you’re amazing! Okay, now I’m really fired up! Round two, start!”

Watching Mita brush off a strike that would have leveled a concrete wall, Asuna slowly turned her head to look at Kotoko and Megumi. The three girls shared a silent, horrifying realization.

This NPC who called herself Mita…

Her physical durability was so far beyond human it defied logic.