My spirit animal is a F–Rank gecko-Chapter 5: Drama on a train (2)

"Peek-a-bo!" Jaster peeked his head to check the other train section. He saw many people sleeping on the chairs, some playing games on their consoles.

"Games on a game? That’s funny." He poked the gecko on his shirt. It burped, and the skill window appeared.

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Spirit Animal: Gecko

Spirit given name: Purpleberry

Affinity: Shade

Tier: Common

Overall Power: F-Rank (8/35)

"Active Skills"

◇ Wall Climb – Lv. 1

◇ Quick Escape – Lv. 1

"Passive Skills"

◇ Minor Regeneration – Lv. 1

◇ Heat Tolerance – LOCKED

"Origin aspect"

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"Why don’t you have the camouflage skill unlocked?"

"Krrk?"

"Must’ve been one of the origin aspect options."

Jaster’s plan was to find where the train attendant took the girl and the man.

He saw the room ahead was another booth section. "If they wanted to speak privately on this train, an empty booth would be a smart way to go."

He walked quietly toward the other side of the door, making sure not to wake the other passengers.

After reaching the other side of the train, he put his head near the door, trying to hear what was inside.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN OUR COMPANY IS SHUTTING DOWN?!"

The guy screaming was so loud that it startled Jaster and Purple.

They both looked at each other.

"Definitely not this one!"

"Krrk, krrk!"

They went to the other booths, but most of them were either quiet, or doing something... he couldn’t say.

Then he reached the last booth.

"I swear to God, if this booth is not the last..."

"What!"

The familiar voice of the girl was heard inside the last booth.

Jaster’s eyes lit up and he quickly listened to what they were saying.

"What do you mean you won’t charge this man for harassing me?!" He heard the girl bang the table.

"Ma’am, there’s no need to get aggressive. We don’t have solid proof he harassed you!"

"Why couldn’t you check the camera? Why did the camera just so happen to stop working during the time he touched my butt?!"

The girl’s argument lit an idea in Jaster mind.

"If the man really did harass her, then he must’ve used his spirit animal to tamper with the camera."

The more Jaster heard this case, the more he wanted to get himself involved.

Inside the booth, while the girl and the attendant were arguing, the man stood there, smiling wickedly.

Heh, good thing I used my animal to block all the surrounding cameras. This is a brilliant trap I laid out for the lawyer’s daughter.

The creepy man put his hand on his chin.

This is what you get, Robert, for arresting one of my people. Now your daughter is getting assaulted. Hehehehe.

Tok, tok, tok.

Someone knocked at the booth they were in.

It disrupted the man’s thoughts as the knocking became louder.

The girl and the attendant stopped arguing.

The attendant spoke, "Who’s there?"

But no one answered. The man was getting curious too.

"Hm."

[ Skill Activated ]

Cinder Scent – Lv. 4

The guy’s chest began to glow indigo. His nose became sharper.

He smelled something bad from outside the door, and it made him close his nose quickly.

"Eugh. What could that smell be?"

The attendant opened the door, then she stepped outside just a little bit.

THUD

She accidentally slipped and fell to the ground. On the ground lay mashed rotten bananas everywhere.

It dirtied the attendant’s skirt.

"Omg, are you okay?" The girl helped the attendant get up.

"Yeah, I just need to go to the bathroom real quick." She rubbed her skirt stained with banana crumbs.

"Here, I’ll help you clean it off." The girl kindly guided the attendant to the bathroom. She looked at the banana mess all over the ground.

"Who even did this?"

The attendant just sighed. "Probably a kid playing a prank."

While the two girls went to the bathroom, the man scoffed, looking at the mess.

"What a stupid prank. I thought it was someone spying on us."

The man sat there all alone, then sighed in frustration.

"Fuck that. I’m gonna smoke some weed in the bathroom!"

He left the booth, carefully dodging the banana mess and went to the men’s bathroom.

Unbeknownst to the three of them, Jaster planned the whole thing.

He was hiding beside the booth that the three of them were in.

"Hehe, I’m so smart." He opened the door and peeked out, seeing no one in the hallway and that the bathroom light was on.

"Ahem."

The grandma coughed purposely behind him. Jaster had borrowed the grandma’s booth for a bit as a hideout.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, you youngsters are so rude! I helped you with your thing. Am I not getting anything in return?" She opened her palm, expecting something from Jaster.

"Ugh, fine!"

He rummaged through his jacket and found five Bosan.

"Here!" He dropped the coins into the grandma’s hands.

"Are you serious? Only five?" The grandma argued, counting the coins carefully.

"Nanny, I’m a broke teenager. What do you expect of me?!"

"Hmmm." She fiddled with her chin until a bright idea came up.

"Fifty Bosan!"

Jaster face become pale.

"Fifty..." he muttered.

Jaster’s mom had only given him one hundred Bosan. Generally, that was enough to buy food and water for a couple of months.

And Jaster could live with only having fifty Bosan, since he planned to get a job in the academy. But he wanted to get a special item for his spirit animal.

That cost at least sixty Bosan, so if he gave the grandma fifty, he would only have fifty left, which was not enough to buy it.

"But... I don’t have any money." Jaster tried to get out of this situation by putting on a puppy act.

But the grandma remained unfazed.

"Okay, fine!"

Jaster gave in. He shakily took out his coin pouch and took forty-five Bosan.

Before handing it to the grandma, he looked at Purple, which had camouflaged itself on his jacket.

"Krrk?"

"It’s okay, Purple. I’ll work hard to get you that amulet later..." He patted Purple’s head.

Jaster reluctantly handed the Bosan to the grandma, and she thanked him in return.

"Hah, what a joke. Grandma in here is so cruel!"

Jaster got out of the grandma’s booth and started walking toward the booth the three of them were in.

He took out his phone and pressed voice record, then placed it under the seat in the corner, just in case someone saw it.

Click.

He heard the bathroom door open and quickly ran outside the booth and into the other section of the train, where he could see if anyone came out of that booth.

The man came out of the bathroom, his eyes red, and he rubbed his nose.

"Hah... that’s a good one." He still saw the banana mess on the floor.

"What an incompetent attendant. Why haven’t they cleaned this up?"

He clicked his fingers toward a nearby attendant and told her to clean it.

He then went to the booth and sat down, taking a huge breath.

"Damn... I really love this Cinder Scent skill. You can really taste the weed while using this skill."

Ring, ring.

His pocket buzzed, and he took out his phone, seeing someone calling him.

"What does this bitch want?" He answered it.

The man on the phone spoke, his voice raspy. "Yo, Hanjon. Got the video of the lawyer’s daughter?"

"Yeah, man. It was extremely easy, but honestly, I didn’t expect her to fight back. She looked like one of those weak petite girls who rely on their dad’s money," Hanjon spoke back.

The guy on the phone laughed loudly. "I guess it’s in their family blood. Anyway, we’ll use that video you took and send it to her father. And if her father refuses to give up that case, then we’ll just post it online."

"Good idea, man. He thinks he can get away with it when he arrests our boss. We’ll show him what the Nightroot Clan is all about!" Hanjon said excitedly, his voice becoming louder.

"Also... you didn’t forget to tamper with the security cameras, right? That’s the only reason we sent you, since you have that Active skills you just obtained."

"Yeah, yeah," Hanjon said lazily. "I did, and I also bribed the train attendant so she could ignore the girl’s help and play out her role, acting as if she really cared, lol."

"Nice one, dude."

Click.

Hanjon heard the bathroom door open.

"They’re here. Gotta go, dude." He hung up and put the phone back.

Hanjon thought he could get away with his crime. But Jaster’s recorder had been recording him the whole time, ready to expose the truth.