Chapter 1410 1328 — Zaboru’s Insane Fans

Zaboru froze the moment Miguel suddenly turned toward him from across the crowd. For several seconds he simply stood there in his ridiculous disguise—a small cap pulled low over his hair, plain glasses, and a fake mustache he had bought mostly because he thought nobody would seriously expect Zaboru Renkonan to disguise himself with something that stupid. Apparently, that logic had been flawed. Zaboru frowned and felt a faint shudder run through him as Miguel's eyes widened with terrifying certainty. Damn… is my disguise really that bad? He had specifically tried to make himself look like some random man taking a walk through the park. The cap hid part of his hair, the glasses changed his face slightly, the mustache was admittedly questionable, but surely it should have been enough for someone seeing him casually from a distance. Unfortunately, Miguel Katayuya did not react like a normal person. The moment his eyes locked onto Zaboru, his entire body stiffened as though some invisible alarm had activated inside his brain.

"W-WAIT!"

Miguel suddenly rushed toward him.

His cameraman nearly stumbled while trying to follow. "Toro? Where the hell are you going?"

Miguel ignored him completely. The crowd that had gathered around the Street Fighter and arm-wrestling challenges turned as well, confused by why Toro Kami had suddenly abandoned his own stream and sprinted toward one random stranger wearing a terrible mustache.

Zaboru's eyes narrowed. No way.

Miguel stopped only a few steps away, breathing harder from excitement than from the short sprint. He pointed directly at Zaboru with a trembling finger. "Y-you… you are…"

Zaboru calmly looked around as though Miguel was obviously speaking to somebody else.

Miguel swallowed. "Y-you're Zaboru-sama, right!?"

The nearby crowd instantly became quiet.

Then came the murmuring.

"Zaboru?"

"Where?"

"That guy?"

"No way."

"Is that actually him?"

Zaboru's eyebrow twitched beneath the cap.

Miguel stepped closer, inspecting him with the intensity of a detective solving the greatest mystery of his career. "I won't mistake that build! And that hair! Even with the cap, I can still see it! And…" His eyes slowly moved toward the mustache. "…that mustache is fake, right?"

Zaboru almost felt personally attacked.

Bro.

He had spent several minutes applying that mustache properly.

Surely it deserved slightly more respect.

Zaboru cleared his throat and decided to play his final card. He lowered his voice several octaves and attempted the deepest, most boring salaryman voice he could produce. "Unfortunately, young man, I am not Zaboru Renkonan. I believe you have mistaken me for somebody else. Now, if you'll excuse me…"

He turned.

Miguel immediately shouted, "NO!"

Zaboru stopped.

Miguel pointed at him with even greater conviction. "I WON'T MISTAKE IT! AND THAT IS EXACTLY SENTENCE REAL ZABORU WOULD SAY!"

The cameraman slowly lowered the camera for a second, staring at Miguel as though wondering whether his employer had finally lost whatever remained of his sanity.

Miguel placed one hand dramatically against his chest. "I stare at my life-size Zaboru-sama poster every single day!"

Silence.

Zaboru slowly turned his head back.

The crowd became even quieter.

Miguel continued proudly, apparently unaware that his explanation was making the situation significantly worse. "I KNOW THAT BODY! I KNOW THAT HAIR! I KNOW THAT POSTURE!"

Zaboru stared at him.

This is becoming terrifying.

Then Miguel shouted the sentence that made even his own crew look uncomfortable. "AND I CAN FEEL ZABORU-SAMA WHEN HE'S NEAR ME!"

Zaboru's face went completely blank.

Several people in the crowd began laughing.

One of Miguel's crew muttered, "Bro, you really shouldn't phrase it like that."

Miguel ignored him. "YOU ARE DEFINITELY ZABORU-SAMA!"

And then, before Zaboru could react, Miguel suddenly dropped onto his knees and lowered himself dramatically before him.

"ZABORU-SAMA! I'M NOT WORTHY!"

Zaboru's eyes widened.

"What the—"

People gasped. Others immediately pulled out their Black Berry Z01 phones. The livestream camera zoomed closer. Miguel remained dramatically lowered in front of Zaboru while the chat exploded so violently that the crew member monitoring it could barely read anything.

IS THAT REALLY ZABORU!?

TORO FOUND HIM IN THE WILD

THE MUSTACHE LMAOOOO

ZABORU'S DISGUISE IS TERRIBLE

HE LOOKS LIKE HE ROBBED A 1970S DETECTIVE

Zaboru looked around, saw the growing crowd, noticed several phones already pointed toward him, and sighed.

Damn it.

Apparently he would be staying here a little longer.

There was no realistic way to continue pretending after Miguel had essentially initiated a public worship ceremony around him. If Zaboru kept denying it, someone would probably upload ten different comparison images within fifteen minutes anyway.

"Sigh…"

He slowly removed the cap.

The crowd reacted immediately.

Then the glasses.

More voices rose.

Finally, Zaboru reached toward the edge of the fake mustache and peeled it away.

Miguel gasped like someone witnessing a divine transformation.

Zaboru held the mustache between two fingers and stared at it with disappointment. "You failed me."

The crowd burst into laughter.

Then Zaboru looked toward Miguel and smiled tiredly. "Yeah. You got me."

For exactly one second, Miguel remained perfectly still.

Then his eyes lit up.

"Oh…"

His jaw dropped.

"Oh my God."

Zaboru already knew something terrible was coming.

Miguel suddenly jumped into the air.

"OH MY GOD, GUYS! WE FOUND ZABORU-SAMA!"

He started bouncing around like a child who had somehow consumed ten cups of coffee. "IT'S HIM! IT'S ACTUALLY HIM! HE'S REAL! LOOK! LOOK AT HIM!"

Zaboru laughed despite himself.

"Hey, Toro Kami. Too much excitement can kill you."

Miguel froze.

Completely.

His face slowly turned toward Zaboru.

"Y…"

Zaboru raised an eyebrow.

"You…"

Miguel pointed toward himself.

"You know me?"

Zaboru smiled. "Of course I know you."

Miguel stopped breathing for what looked like several seconds.

Zaboru continued casually, "You're a huge ZAGE fan, right? I've watched some of your videos. Your Scurge: Hive video was especially funny. And thank you for always playing our games in such an…" He paused, searching for the correct word. "…interesting way."

The crowd laughed again.

Miguel did not move.

Then Zaboru added, "I enjoy your content. You are very cool, you know that?"

That sentence destroyed him.

Miguel's eyes widened so much Zaboru briefly wondered whether the man was experiencing a medical emergency.

Then tears immediately appeared.

Not slowly.

Instantly.

Miguel covered his mouth.

"Oh my God…"

Zaboru blinked.

Miguel turned toward the camera with tears streaming down his face. "GUYS!"

His voice cracked.

"GUYS, DID YOU HEAR THAT!?"

He grabbed the cameraman by both shoulders and shook him. "ZABORU-SAMA KNOWS ME!"

The cameraman tried to keep the camera stable. "Toro, stop shaking me!"

"HE WATCHED MY VIDEOS!"

"Yes, we heard him!"

"AND HE SAID THE WORDS!"

Miguel turned toward the livestream again. "HE SAID 'YOU ARE VERY COOL' TO ME! TO ME!"

He started crying harder.

"AHHHH! I CAN DIE HAPPY!"

Zaboru's smile became increasingly awkward.

Through Living Scan, he could feel Miguel's emotions clearly. There was no performance hidden underneath it. No carefully manufactured streamer reaction. The man was genuinely overwhelmed. Genuine happiness, disbelief, admiration, excitement, and something that could only be described as dangerously intense fanboy energy poured from him.

Zaboru stared at Miguel for several seconds.

Oh.

That somehow made him more frightening.

If Miguel had been acting, Zaboru could have dismissed the whole thing as entertainment.

But no.

This lunatic genuinely loved him this much.

This guy is scary.

Zaboru took half a step backward.

Miguel suddenly wiped his tears and looked serious.

Too serious.

"Zaboru-sama."

"Yes?"

"I made a promise to my fans."

Zaboru immediately became suspicious.

"That sentence already sounds dangerous."

Miguel stepped closer. "I promised that if I ever met you in person…"

Zaboru narrowed his eyes.

Miguel continued, "I would kiss—"

"Nope."

Miguel stopped.

Zaboru had answered before he even finished.

The crowd erupted in laughter.

"But Zaboru-sama—"

"No."

"Absolutely not."

Miguel clasped both hands together. "For the content?"

Zaboru pointed at his wedding ring. "I am married."

The livestream chat was moving at an impossible speed.

TORO GOT REJECTED BEFORE CONFESSION

BRO TRIED TO KISS THE CEO

Zaboru slowly glanced toward the edge of the crowd.

There.

A small gap had opened between two people.

His eyes narrowed.

Perfect.

He looked back toward Miguel. "Anyway, Toro Kami…"

Miguel tilted his head.

Zaboru smiled.

"See you later."

"What?"

Zaboru moved.

Miguel barely understood what happened.

One moment Zaboru was standing directly in front of him.

The next, his body shot through the opening in the crowd with an explosive burst of speed.

People shouted in surprise.

Miguel's face went pale.

"WAIT!"

Zaboru was already twenty meters away.

"ZABORU-SAMA!"

Miguel immediately sprinted after him.

His crew stared.

Then the cameraman shouted, "TORO! THE STREAM!"

"FOLLOW ME!"

And somehow the entire production crew began chasing him through the park.

The livestream transformed instantly from a public challenge stream into footage of Miguel Katayuya desperately pursuing one of the richest and most famous men on Earth through Tokyo.

"ZABORU-SAMA! WAIT!"

Zaboru glanced backward.

Miguel was actually chasing him.

Why is he still coming!?

Zaboru increased his pace.

Miguel screamed. "HE'S FAST!"

One crew member yelled from behind, "NO SHIT!"

Zaboru reached the edge of the park, crossed a quieter street, and slipped into a narrow alleyway between several buildings.

Miguel followed a few seconds later.

"ZABORU-SAMA!"

Nothing.

He reached the middle of the alley.

Empty.

Miguel looked left.

Then right.

Nothing.

The cameraman finally caught up, nearly collapsing.

"Where… where is he?"

Miguel stared around in disbelief.

"He disappeared."

One crew member leaned against the wall. "Maybe he went through another street."

"No."

Miguel slowly turned toward the camera.

His eyes widened dramatically.

"I knew it."

The crew immediately became worried.

"Knew what?"

Miguel pointed toward the empty alley.

"ZABORU-SAMA IS ACTUALLY THIS WORLD ZABO-MAN!"

Silence.

"He can teleport!"

The cameraman stared at him.

"That's your conclusion?"

"YES!"

Meanwhile, approximately one floor above them, Zaboru was crouching beside an open window trying not to laugh.

Teleport, my ass.

He had simply jumped parkoured, caught the edge of a low balcony, climbed upward, and slipped through an open window before Miguel entered the alley.

Zaboru quietly exhaled.

"Finally…"

Then he heard something behind him.

Game sounds.

He slowly turned.

Two boys, perhaps ten and eleven years old, were sitting on the floor of the room staring directly at him.

A television stood in front of them.

They had been playing ZAGE Digimon World.

Neither moved.

Zaboru slowly looked around the bedroom.

ZAGE posters.

Digimon.

Pokémon.

Robo-Cop

Sonic.

Even a large poster of Zaboru himself.

Zaboru looked back toward the boys.

The boys looked toward the poster.

Then back toward Zaboru.

Zaboru thought, You have got to be kidding me.

Apparently he had escaped one insane fan only to break into the bedroom of two more.

The younger brother's mouth slowly opened.

Zaboru immediately raised one finger against his lips.

"Shhh."

Both boys froze.

From outside came Miguel's distant voice.

"ZABORU-SAMA! I KNOW YOU'RE SOMEWHERE!"

The boys' eyes widened.

Zaboru smiled at them, leaned slightly closer, and whispered, "You are very cool."

Their souls appeared to leave their bodies.

Before either could recover, Zaboru moved toward the window on the opposite side of the room, stepped onto the frame, and jumped.

The brothers rushed toward it.

Zaboru landed on a lower roof, vaulted across the gap to another building, grabbed a railing, swung himself upward, and continued across the rooftops with effortless speed.

Both boys stared.

The younger one slowly whispered, "Bro…"

His older brother did not blink.

"Yeah?"

"Was that real?"

The older brother swallowed.

"Real, bro."

They continued staring outside.

A few seconds later, their mother opened the bedroom door.

"What happened? Why are both of you standing at the window?"

The brothers slowly looked at each other.

They remembered Zaboru's gesture.

Be quiet.

Then both turned toward their mother with suspiciously innocent smiles.

"Nothing, Mom."

"Nothing happened."

Their mother narrowed her eyes.

"Hehehe…"

She stared at them for several seconds, decided she probably did not want to know, and closed the door again.

The moment she left, both brothers immediately looked toward the Zaboru poster on their wall.

Then toward the window.

Then back at each other.

Then grinned and giggle like idiot

Meanwhile, several buildings away, Zaboru continued moving until he finally reached a quieter street. He adjusted his jacket, fixed his hair, and slowed back into a normal walk as though he had not just escaped a livestreaming fan by performing parkour across private property.

He sighed.

"Damn…"

Then he looked at the fake mustache still clenched in his hand.

He stared at it for several seconds.

"This was useless."

He threw it into the nearest trash bin.

His Black Berry vibrated almost immediately.

Zaboru pulled it out.

A message from someone at ZAGE it's Hideo Kojima.

Boss Did you just appear on Toro Kami's livestream?

Zaboru stared at the screen.

Another message arrived.

Zaboru slowly closed his eyes; he already thought these would blow up tomorrow.

"Sigh…"

2002 had only just begun.

He slid the Black Berry back into his pocket.

Then he laughed.

"Hehehe…well Fuck it" as he casually walk on the street.

To be continued.

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