Chapter 877: Touma’s Little Brother
Ten minutes ago.
In the Seventh District, near the student dormitories, on a shopping street.
The street was unusually quiet at night, but the empty crossroad, several dozen meters wide, seemed strange.
In this unusual scene, a spiky-haired boy walks down the street. He was of average height, wearing a white shirt and black pants, looking slightly tired.
"Sigh~ I've been encountering so many strange things lately; it's unlucky."
Unluckiness seemed to be a daily occurrence for this boy. His misfortunes couldn't be explained scientifically. A single outing could result in stepping in dog poop three times, getting mugged once, experiencing a car accident once, narrowly avoiding being hit by falling flower pots twice, and losing money four times while shopping.
Events that most people rarely encountered were daily occurrences for this boy. Because of this, he developed an extraordinary sense of crisis. For example, he avoided walking near tall buildings, didn't go into deserted alleys, always watched his step, and never jaywalked—if he did, the car accident rate would be over 98%.
The boy's name was Touma Kamijou, a boy with extremely bad luck but overflowing with romantic entanglements.
From a young age, 138 hospitalizations taught Touma that the world was dangerous, at least for him. However, he still loved life and enjoyed helping others, often calling himself a "hypocrite," but he was a passionate and kind-hearted boy.