“So this is my new home.”
Amaya Yuu stood in the slightly luxurious apartment, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He was a reincarnator, reborn into an ordinary family on an island in Japan’s Seto Inland Sea.
When he first arrived in this world, he had harbored the beautiful fantasies of a transmigrator: a system, superpowers, or a Stand—at least one of them should belong to him.
To awaken his “golden finger,” his efforts included, but were not limited to, practicing martial arts moves against the air on field ridges in elementary school, hiding on empty rooftops in middle school shouting “Open Status Panel,” and so on.
But the only things that ever responded to him were the salty sea breeze and the faint, distant bustle of the town.
As he grew older, he gradually gave up on those unrealistic fantasies and began to accept reality.
Just as he, lacking much ambition, thought he might spend his entire life nestled on this rundown island as a local, fate played a joke on him.
Once he grew a bit older, he finally learned, after accidentally overhearing his parents’ conversation, that they had been following the development of cryptocurrency with extreme foresight.
Relying on this small advantage of being a reincarnator, with his help (cheating), his parents’ business experienced explosive growth, accumulating a vast amount of wealth in a short period.
Because of this, his father, Amaya Ryuichiro, felt that his son would surely become a prominent figure in the future.
Then, saying things like, “The child of an eagle-like man must also be like an eagle; he can’t spend his whole life cooped up in a small place like this!” he sent him to Tokyo for school without taking no for an answer.
Seeing them handle his transfer procedures with lightning speed and extreme efficiency, arranging his accommodation and renting the apartment, Amaya Yuu suddenly felt that even without his help, his parents would have certainly made a fortune.
With such initiative, they would succeed in anything they did!
Thinking of this, Amaya Yuu sighed helplessly.
Who would have thought that a transmigrator’s greatest “golden finger” would be “hoping for his father to become a dragon”?
After tidying up his room, he prepared to go out and buy some basic daily necessities.
Before leaving, he remembered he needed to let his mother know he had arrived safely, so he took out his phone and quickly sent a message:
[Mom, I’ve settled in.
I’ll go to the new school tomorrow morning for enrollment.]
As soon as the message was sent, his mother replied instantly:
[Mother: Received.
Remember to give the local specialty I prepared for you to the neighbor.]
Amaya Yuu paused for a moment, not expecting his mother to have considered even this.
He rummaged through his luggage again and indeed found an exquisitely packaged gift box in a corner—and there was only one.
According to general Japanese neighborly etiquette, a newly moved-in resident usually needs to prepare a small token for the neighbors to the left and right, as well as those directly above and below.
However, the apartment Amaya Yuu lived in was on the top floor; there was only him and one other neighbor on the same floor, and the unit directly below was currently unoccupied.
Therefore, it was perfectly reasonable that his mother had only prepared one gift.
To have considered even such details in advance…
what a terrifying woman.
With a hint of awe for his mother’s “foresight,” Amaya Yuu took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked toward the elevator at the end of the hallway.
The digital indicator lights above the elevator lit up in sequence: 5, 6, 7…
with a soft “ding,” the metal doors slid open to both sides.
He subconsciously took half a step back and stepped aside to clear the way.
Standing in the elevator was a girl with pale blonde, shoulder-length, short hair, wearing a black baseball cap.
She was slightly bowing her head, and since Amaya Yuu was a head taller than her, he couldn’t see her face for the moment.
“There are only two households on this floor,” Amaya Yuu thought.
“So the person in front of me is most likely my neighbor.”
The girl didn’t look up, walking quickly past him and creating a slight breeze.
A pleasant fragrance lingered around Amaya Yuu’s nose.
At this moment, he finally mustered the courage to greet her: “Hello!”
The girl’s rapid pace stopped at the sound, and she turned her head with a hint of confusion.
Amaya Yuu finally saw her face; in the sunlight, her pale blonde hair fluttered slightly, and her face was breathtakingly exquisite, especially those amethyst-like eyes, clear and pure.
She was wearing a simple, plain white T-shirt and a long khaki skirt; her outfit was very modest, but it only served to highlight her stunning appearance.
“He…
Hello?” She tilted her head slightly, her face showing obvious confusion.
Although he was momentarily stunned by the young girl’s beauty, Amaya Yuu quickly regained his composure and bowed politely, saying, “I am Amaya Yuu.
I just moved in next door today.
Please take care of me from now on.”
After hearing this, the girl only bowed slightly to him politely without saying much more, then turned and walked toward her own door.
Amaya Yuu didn’t mind too much and stepped into the elevator.
After returning from a successful shopping trip, Amaya Yuu tidied up his new home inside and out.
It wasn’t until evening that he finally had time to take the gift his mother had prepared to his neighbor.
Carrying the exquisitely packaged local specialty, he stood in front of his neighbor’s door and gently pressed the doorbell.
A moment later, a voice came from the small speaker below the doorbell: “May I ask who it is?”
Amaya Yuu replied according to his prepared speech: “I’m the resident who just moved in next door today, my name is Amaya Yuu.
We met earlier at the elevator.
This is a small token of my appreciation, please accept it.”
As he spoke, he noticed a camera on the door and raised the gift in his hand slightly, waving it toward the camera as a gesture.
There was silence behind the door for a few seconds, and then with a “click,” the door was gently opened.
Seeing that face again, Amaya Yuu still couldn’t help but hold his breath.
Her short pale blonde hair made her skin look even fairer, and her amethyst-like eyes were very clear under the hallway lights.
But unlike that brief glimpse in the afternoon, now with sufficient light and time, Amaya Yuu could notice a hint of weariness in her eyes; she looked rather listless.
Despite this, the girl still politely took the gift with both hands and bowed slightly to him:
“I’m very sorry for not responding properly in the hallway earlier.
My name is Misumi…
Misumi Uika.
Thank you for the gift, and please take care of me from now on.”
Seeing her so solemn, Amaya Yuu quickly waved his hands:
“You’re too kind, it’s only right.
I should be the one asking you to take care of—”
Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly stopped, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
His gaze went slightly blank, as if his consciousness had been instantly pulled away by something.
It was only after several seconds that he seemed to suddenly snap back to his senses, quietly adding the last few words:
“…me.”
Misumi Uika was drawn by his abrupt pause and dazed expression and couldn’t help but tilt her head and ask softly, “Are…
are you okay?”
“Sorry!
I suddenly remembered something very important!” Amaya Yuu bowed hurriedly and almost turned and walked quickly toward his door, his footsteps even carrying a hint of imperceptible panic.
“What a strange person…” Watching his back as he practically fled, Misumi Uika stood at the doorway and whispered softly.
“I didn’t expect it to really be a new resident…”
And the reason for Amaya Yuu’s loss of composure was that the very moment Misumi Uika gave her name, a translucent light screen appeared before his eyes without warning.
A few lines of clear text floated quietly in the air:
『First communication with a high-charisma member of the opposite sex, system activation successful.』