"Mnn? Is that specific shrine tracked at an exceptionally high popularity parameter?"
Furuya Rei registered a faint, subliminal indicator that the surname "Gojo" harbored some degree of familiarity within his archives, yet his processing units failed to unearth the exact historical coordinate where the data had been previously logged.
"Affirmative." Kenji Hagiwara nodded his head: "My personal knowledge base regarding the subject matter is relatively sparse, but looking at the continuous torrent of citizens migrating there to request spiritual talismans recently, the nomenclature naturally hardened within my active memory."
"In objective reality... my system houses historical data regarding this entity."
A young woman equipped with round-framed spectacles adjusted the structural alignment of her eyewear.
"Dating back to the Heian period, the Gojo clan has historically functioned as an exceptionally prominent Shinto lineage, generating a massive headcount of elite Onmyoji. The folklore indicates that provided an entity executes a sincere petition at a shrine under their administrative jurisdiction, the terminal will secure the absolute blessings of the deities, alongside an automated purification protocol against malicious entities——I downloaded this data from a specialized folklore textbook."
"The Heian period? That represents a remarkably protracted historical timeline." Wataru Date processed the parameters thoroughly: "What specific factor caused this lineage to remain completely undetected by our baseline data scans prior to this juncture?"
"My processor lacks the necessary data; perhaps their lifestyle profile operates under an exceptionally low-profile modifier?"
Hagiwara injected a supplementary data point: "Nevertheless, evaluating the physical architecture of the specific shrine my vessel intersected, it appears to have recently undergone an absolute structural optimization routine. The visual presence cuts an immensely grand profile; factoring in that modifier, its capacity to aggregate a massive volume of worshipers introduces zero logical contradictions."
Jinpei Matsuda downshifted his lips into a smirk: "Shrines and alternate structures of that category—do they not all conform to a perfectly uniform blueprint?"
"The structural variance is astronomically vast, you know!"
His childhood companion lowered his vocal amplitude, projecting an intensely mysterious, encrypted tone: "The senior maternal citizen my vessel encountered specified that during the prior timeline, her juvenile descendant secured a 'Great Fortune' wealth talisman at the Gojo Shrine. By the subsequent day, his sensors logged a ten-thousand-yen currency asset lying directly across a public park bench... does that not register as a highly miraculous anomaly?"
Hiromitsu Morofushi maintained a cautious analytical framework: "The probability model suggests it constitutes a basic statistical coincidence, correct?"
Matsuda let out a sharp "Tch" sound.
"It is entirely composed of archaic, feudal superstition; surely your processor isn't treating this data as verified reality?"
The microsecond that verbal payload cleared his lips, the female demographics directly opposite his coordinates launched into an intensely high-temperature interactive discussion.
"Hey, hey, during the subsequent rest window, let us organize an expedition to the Gojo Shrine to secure a fortune talisman? Perhaps one calibrated for romantic affinity parameters?"
"As for my sector, my preference coordinates are locked onto an academic performance talisman, to guarantee my subsequent examination subroutines clear the threshold smoothly."
"My sensors indicate their clan has recently rolled out a fresh inventory of specialized amulets, and the aesthetic design parameters are remarkably premium!"
"..."
Matsuda's facial muscles twitched dynamically, registering a profound sensation that his baseline identity as an absolute rationalist was mathematically incompatible with the surrounding environment.
Suddenly mapping an alternate variable, he pivoted his frame toward Hagiwara to verify parameters: "Your system... has declined to treat this superstition as actual ground truth, correct?"
"What specific formulation are you broadcasting, Little Jinpei? My processor functions as an exceptionally lucid, mature masculine unit, you know."
Hagiwara let out a succession of highly awkward, artificial laughs: "...Though my sector did indeed execute a minor fortune-draw routine while transiting the perimeter."
"My predictive models anticipated this exact outcome!"
Capitalizing on the window where the surrounding girls were entirely consumed with processing the shrine data, Gojo close-quarters migrated to the sector occupied by a deeply analytical Furuya Rei, projecting an expression of raw curiosity: "Little Rei, what specific calculations is your processor currently executing?"
"Mnn... I possess a memory file indicating my paternal unit historically discharged a communication prompt regarding the Gojo clan, yet the granular details have suffered severe data corruption." The handsome youth with wheat-toned skin furrowed his brow: "The singular string that remains intact within my archive is..." ——Those eyes are mathematically barred from direct visual inspection.
Within his historical memories, his exceptionally stern, authoritative father had issued a highly serious systemic warning directing him to maximize his physical distance from any entity affiliated with that clan—most notably...
"Which specific individual was designated by that prompt?"
Furuya Rei executed a rapid cranial rotation to purge the loop: "Terminate the calculation; my system harbors zero desire to slip into a paranoid processing loop."
Gojo tracked his visual field toward the upper void.
The real-time comment script that was actively saturating his vision a microsecond prior had systematically transformed into an indecipherable block of corrupted data corruption characters.
Was it explicitly because the conversation had breached the parameters of his primary vessel, triggering an automated system-level data encryption block?
Right at this juncture, Hagiwara was undergoing a high-intensity interrogation run spearheaded by several female entities.
"Did Hagiwara-kun likewise secure a fortune token? Did the outcome synchronize with the senior citizen's 'Great Fortune' metric?"
"An individual possessing chivalry metrics as advanced as Hagiwara-kun is mathematically guaranteed to aggregate premium luck parameters!" The girl with the ponytail agitated her cranium: "I've heard the script printed on the Gojo Shrine talismans is remarkably peculiar, is that data verified?"
"Ah, the structural composition is indeed exceptionally unique."
A subtle gleam flashed across Hagiwara's ocular lenses: "However, a fortune script operates under a specific operational rule—discharging the text to external entities instantly zeroes out its efficacy... shall we permanently archive it under a strict confidentiality protocol?" As he spoke, he hoisted a singular index finger to his lip line, executing a standard "Shh" cosmetic gesture.
"Kyaa——Hagiwara-kun's aesthetic presentation tracks at peak handsome metrics."
Concurrently with Hagiwara stabilizing his seating coordinates, the internal thermal parameters of the mixer experienced a continuous vertical climb, the collective entities achieving highly optimized social familiarity.
Gojo found his vessel continuously deployed by Hagiwara to co-process social punchlines and entertain the female cohort. While continuously accepting the high-sugar confections supplied by the big sisters, his internal systems logged an immense degree of self-contained gratification.
Following a prolonged phase of close-quarters interaction, the absolute majority of the female entities achieved cognitive clarity regarding one reality: Kuno-kun did not constitute an asset who would execute a standard dating subroutine with them. Consequently, they aggressively scaled down any inquiries calibrated for romantic parameters. Instead, a select few within the demographic simply locked their visual tracking onto the interactions between Hagiwara and Gojo, letting out spontaneous, quiet laughs.
[Waaah! This is a literal mirror image of my personal identity right now, tracking this CP pairing live at the scene yields an absolute peak payload of dopamine, hehehe!]
[Hagiwara: My sector manages the macro social protocols; Little Nozomi's exclusive mandate is to maintain maximum cute parameters.]
[I harbor an immense preference for Hagiwara www he possesses an automated passive buff to optimize favorability metrics with the female demographic.]
[Concurred, concurred! That precise behavioral alignment—maintaining absolute structural distance while simultaneously radiating proximity—is thoroughly elite.]
Due to the reality that the group had purged the Gojo Shrine topic from the active queue, the real-time comments slipped past the encryption filters to stealthily populate the void once more.
Gojo formulated an internal critique: Hey, hey, your system logic is thoroughly unhinged—you people are capable of mapping a pairing across any two random entities on the board.
As the alcohol consumption cycles cleared their third rotation, the collective enthusiasm metrics showed zero signs of decay, prompting an entity to recommend the immediate execution of the "King's Game."
"Identify the underlying operational rules of that game?"
A female entity whose database lacked the necessary files hoisted her hand to submit an inquiry.
Hagiwara clarified the parameters with a warm grin: "The core mechanic involves a blind card draw. The specific entity who secures the Joker automatically commands the 'King' token, acquiring the executive authority to select any two arbitrary card numbers to execute a mandatory interactive script—regardless of whether the script dictates a raw data interrogation or a physical containment protocol like hand-holding and embracing."
"The structural framework tracks as exceptionally entertaining!"
The collective group registered an absolute deficit of resistance toward the thesis.
Hagiwara extracted a deck of paper cards provided courtesy of the izakaya's logistical staff, executing a succession of thorough shuffles before systematically deploying the assets across the array.
"Eh? As expected of Kuno-kun, whose metrics track at a flawless one-hundred-percent rating across all categories—to think he would secure the King token on the absolute opening round!"
Gojo maintained a subtle smile, deeply encrypting his personal achievement metrics. ——Wielding his structural vision parameters, regardless of how many iterations the shuffling process underwent, his system possessed the raw capacity to flawlessly intercept the Joker card.
Naturally, his processor did not neglect to archive the exact card numbers allocated to the remaining entities.
The black-haired youth leisurely hoisted the Joker card, his crimson ocular lenses flashing with an intense, mischievous spark.
"Consequently..."
He intentionally dragged out the vocal modulation, his visual sensors tracking the sudden spike in neurological tension across the faces of the circle, his lips curving into a smirk: "Number 5 shall execute a bridal-carry containment protocol against Number 1, concurrently executing exactly five deep squat repetitions."
Wataru Date scanned the Number 5 card anchored to his palm, displaying a trace of hesitation: "Should the opposite node map to a female demographic, my operational protocols mandate an immediate refusal."
However, Furuya Rei expressionlessly flipped his card to reveal the data face.
"...My vessel is registered under Number 1."
The total volume of the room hit absolute silence for precisely one second, before generating a cataclysmic, earth-shattering wave of roaring cheers.
"Wowza——!!!"
Furuya Rei: Though empirical evidence is currently lacking, my system is logging a high-probability hypothesis that Nozomi Kuno engineered this outcome with absolute intent.
Matsuda slammed his palm onto the timber surface, entering a state of unmitigated, roaring laughter: "Hahahahaha! Zero, your parameters have finally collapsed into this exact coordinate today!"
Furuya Rei sucked in a massive breath of air, attempting a minor tactical evasion: "Class Leader, how about our units negotiate an alternate..."
Prior to the finalization of his statement, Wataru Date cleared his seating matrix, laughing heartily while calibrating his wrist joints: "Zero structural violations!"
Under the absolute visual focus of the collective cohort, he effortlessly hoisted Furuya Rei's entire frame into a complete bridal-carry lock, even executing a minor vertical calibration bounce to test the load: "Oh, the mass parameters track significantly below my initial calculations."
Furuya Rei: "..."
[Ahahahaha, Zero, you need to optimize your vertical structural stability immediately!]
[Tooru-kun being subjected to a bridal-carry protocol is killing my processing units, this is unacceptable, I am capturing a screenshot to utilize as my permanent display wallpaper!]
[Is it mathematically possible that Hisano deployed a card-manipulation exploit?!]
"One, two, three..."
The girls enthusiastically logged the numerical count of Date's deep squat repetitions.
Furuya Rei applied his palm to his forehead with absolute helplessness: "Dammit, by what specific computational error did my coordinates lock onto this outcome..."
"Hey! Kuno, your terminal is strictly prohibited from executing a photo-capture subroutine——"
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