I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

Chapter 216: Ninja Coming In!

At the very moment when the main heroines were gathering at an unknown location to plot a sinister harem plan that Kim Yu-seong knew nothing about.

A wild man with dark purple hair, as if he had just descended from the mountains, was confidently striding through the heart of Tokyo in traditional wooden sandals.

“Miss, sorry, but could I ask you for directions?”

“Yes?”

The office lady, who turned around instinctively at the voice calling her, was startled.

And for good reason—the man standing before her was anything but ordinary.

He was nearly 7 feet (2 meters) tall, with muscles covering his entire body.

The unkempt hair spilling out from beneath the bucket hat and the long beard instinctively evoked the image of a reclusive sage, embodying an air of otherworldly grace.

It was as if a person from the Warring States period had time-slipped straight into the modern era.

“Which subway should I take to get to the address written here?”

The office lady, regaining her composure, checked the address on the paper he handed her and kindly explained.

“Oh, for this place, just go straight and transfer to the Odawara Line.”

“Thank you.”

The man tucked the note with “Setagaya Chitose-Funabashi Station” written on it into his pocket and was about to hurry on his way.

However, the office lady, sensing unease in his demeanor, quickly grabbed the sleeve of the departing man.

“Excuse me!”

“...?”

“If you don’t mind, may I guide you? I just have a feeling you might get lost again if I let you go.”

The middle-aged man, realizing that his shabby appearance had caused this misunderstanding, chuckled heartily.

“Hahaha! Miss, I appreciate your concern, but this isn’t my first visit to Tokyo. I may look like this due to certain circumstances, but I’m very much a civilized person.” ŖaꞐỗBЕs̈

As he said this, he playfully winked and handed her something from his pocket.

“It might not be much, but if you ever need help, just call this number.”

In her hand, now holding a card, she looked puzzled.

Problem Solver.

Kazama Kotaro.

That was the name the man currently used.

For a high school senior, November was the time when university entrance exams were just around the corner.

Even those who had set their studies aside usually found themselves opening books at this time.

But for Yukika, who had to continue her ninja family’s business, entrance exams were a completely foreign concept.

“Yukika!”

“Ugh!”

Unlike the 1st and 2nd years, 3rd-year students didn’t get out of school early just because they had morning exams. So Yukika, who was about to eat a rice ball she got from a convenience store yesterday, turned her head with a reluctant expression at the voice suddenly calling from behind.

“What do you want all of a sudden, Ayabe?”

“Aw, just call me Nana~”

The girl who approached so casually was Ayabe Nana, the president of the Ichijo Academy newspaper club.

Originally, they were just acquaintances, but recently, through Kim Yu-seong’s introduction, they started going to the same fitness club, and Nana began sticking to her unilaterally.

Yukika, the former president of the kendo club, had a rather rigid personality, while Ayabe was a free spirit—complete opposites.

But as the saying went, “You can’t spit on a smiling face,” and Yukika wasn’t so harsh as to reject someone who approached her so warmly.

“Ugh!”

The 40-something housewife, who had been a bit slow at the start, used her overwhelming strength to push her way through the others.

The 30-something housewife’s stroller-driving skills, with her baby on board, were also impressive.

The newlywed couple, relying purely on their physical prowess, was a dark horse in the competition.

But the one who defeated all her competitors and claimed the victory trophy was Yukika.

Because she was a ninja.

No matter how skilled they were, they were no match for Yukika, who had learned the lightning-fast footwork of Lightning Speed, a swift sword technique passed down to the head of the Fuma clan.

‘I won! Tonight’s dinner is rolled omelette!’

Having claimed the special deal of 10 eggs for 100 yen as the victor’s right, Yukika felt the small joy of daily life as she headed straight for the checkout.

With her rather satisfying prize of eggs, Yukika returned to her apartment.

But waiting for her at the stairs of her apartment was an entirely unexpected visitor.

“It’s been a long time, Yuki.”

“......”

Squeeze!

Startled to the point where she almost dropped her bag of eggs, Yukika gripped it tightly and asked in a trembling voice.

“Could it be... Father?”

The answer to her question was brief.

“Yes.”

About ten years ago.

The man who had suddenly disappeared on a day when the world was white with falling snow.

The 17th Fuma Kotaro.

And as the biological father of the current acting head, Fuma Yukika, he spoke with a simple smile.

“I’m hungry. Could you perhaps give me some food?”

In the small room that would be cramped even if just two people lay down.

The father and daughter, reunited after about ten years, silently ate their meal with a small table between them.

The side dishes were rolled omelette, miso soup, and potato stew given by a neighbor—nothing more.

But Fuma Kotaro, having devoured the meal his daughter made as if it were disappearing into thin air, kept fiddling with his beard as if it bothered him, then finally shaved it off while looking in the mirror.

Of course, what he used instead of a razor was his finger.

After all, Fuma Kotaro was a superhuman who had perfectly mastered the Fuma clan’s secret martial art, the Swift Wind.

While he was at it, he also roughly trimmed his wild hair, then plopped down in front of his daughter, who had patiently waited until he finished shaving.

“Well, it’s been a while since we met, so you must have a lot to say. I’ll answer anything, so ask away.”

With her father’s permission, Yukika clutched her trembling heart and asked.

“Why did you suddenly appear?”

For Yukika, this was a question laden with many implications.

After all, her father was a man who hadn’t shown his face to his family for about ten years.

And Fuma Kotaro’s answer was simple.

“Yuki, I came because I wanted to see what kind of guy your husband-to-be is.”