Tokyo: These Labels Don't Add Up
Reborn in Tokyo, I acquired a Tag Synthesis System. On the train to school, you notice a girl being targeted by a pervert. Longing to overcome your social anxiety and take your first step toward communicating with others, you feel this is your chance... [Mission: Save the beautiful girl being harassed by a pervert.] [Reward: Common tag - Art Student.] "...What does being an art student have to do with overcoming social anxiety?" Matsudaira Shimizu voiced his doubts. Well, what's done is done. Let's see what the next task is. [During lunch break, you pass by the Debate Club, which is about to be forcibly disbanded. You feel this is a great opportunity to practice your public speaking...] [Mission: Deliver a passionate, stirring speech.] [Reward: Premium tag - Orator.] [Hint: Art Student and Orator can be combined into a brand new Epic tag.] "Huh?" "What on earth would combining Art Student and Orator produce?"
Tokyo: These Labels Don't Add Up
A rainy morning during the plum blossom season.
Soaked rooftops, streets, trees, and crows.
A packed train car, strangers pressed chest to back, the mingled scents of mothballs, perfume, and shampoo thickening the air.
Umbrellas dripping in the hands of others wet the cuffs of his school uniform trousers.
The damp fabric clung to his skin.
Not very comfortable.
[Next station, Yotsuya]
[The Next Station, Yotsuya]
Kiyomizu Matsudaira stared intently at the station indicator above the door, but the scrolling yellow text was suddenly overlaid by a few lines of pale blue.
[Tag Synthesis System loading...]
[Loading complete]
[Activate!]
He wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him. He rubbed them and looked again, only to see a pale blue panel:
[Name: Kiyomizu Matsudaira]
[Stamina: 4]
[Intelligence: 7]
[Charm: 8]
[Items: None]
[Ordinary Tags: Student, Aloof, Introverted, Little Sister Complex, Oedipus Complex]
[Premium Tag: Beautiful Boy]
[Epic Tag: None]
[Divine Tag: Transmigrator (Unique)]
Had the system finally arrived?
Wasn’t this a bit late to awaken a system?
Kiyomizu Matsudaira was a little confused.
On the sixteenth year after his transmigration, on an utterly ordinary morning, in a crowded train car on his way to school, the system finally appeared...
Couldn’t it have come sooner?
Like many before him, Kiyomizu Matsudaira had crossed into this world purely by chance. At first, he fantasized that Japan m
