The Daily Life of Tokyo’s Phantom Thief [23]
Asakura Rinto wasn’t the type to brag about being some kind of legendary Phantom Thief. He didn’t go around claiming
Asakura Rinto wasn’t the type to brag about being some kind of legendary Phantom Thief. He didn’t go around claiming
Asakura Rinto led the Yoshizawa sisters to the front of the castle—and found the main gate still sealed shut. The
And so—let’s fast-forward straight to that evening. When they checked out of the love hotel, Asakura Rinto was practically carrying
Through her half-closed, sleepy eyes, Momoka watched as Asakura Rinto dropped off the Yoshizawa twins at their training studio before
Awa Subaru efficiently smoothed out the wrinkles in Momoka’s discarded tights and hung them neatly in the locker. Her voice,
Awa Subaru was, to Rinto, a bit of an enigma. Like a gallery visitor admiring art from behind the rope,
Asakura Rinto pulled out his phone to check the time. Thanks to Momoka dragging her feet, it was already getting
“…Sumire? You think you could maybe let go of me now?” “……” Rinto asked the question carefully—but it was like
“Mmmnn…” Yoshizawa Sumire stirred awake with a soft murmur. She didn’t even open her eyes at first—her hands reached out
“…” While Rinto and her older sister were laughing and goofing around, Yoshizawa Sumire quietly bit her lip, pretending not