Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

"Anyway, you two seniors can decide on the specifics. I don't mind either way."

"However, I'm very grateful to both of you for dealing with the Blazer issue among the terrorists."

"Thank you!"

After leaving those words, Minamura Makoto didn't say anything more and left directly.

"Hmph—"

"Tōka, this junior is very good at sophistry."

Kuitoubara Kanata blinked her eyes in dissatisfaction, a small smile forming at the corners of her lips.

"But our junior is very reasonable, isn't he!"

Tōdō Tōka elegantly took off her glasses and slowly wiped them with a cleaning cloth, a faint smile also on her face.

She had thought she was about to lose control of the situation.

But in the end, Minamura Makoto still thanked them for that matter, didn't he?

"He's just pretending, isn't he?"

"Kanata, you have a big opinion of Minamura junior, don't you."

Seeing Kuitoubara Kanata's puffed-up appearance, Tōdō Tōka couldn't help but chuckle.

"Anyway, there's already a reasonable explanation, isn't there?"

"If you're still not appeased, you still have a chance to take revenge yourself, right?"

Her best friend is the only daughter of the Kuitoubara Conglomerate.

She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but her best friend doesn't like to put on airs. She's a very easygoing person.

Otherwise, a girl born as an orphan like herself wouldn't have become such good friends with her.

But even ordinary girls will sometimes act a little spoiled.

Even though her best friend is generous, it's normal for her to be a little angry right now.

"Hmph, who would do something so boring over something like this?"

"Besides, I still want to be one of the representatives. I wouldn't do something that would cause trouble for myself."

The two girls sat there, quietly discussing topics they would never normally discuss.

Even though the topic shifted further and further from being a reference enemy and seeking revenge for their junior.

There was one thing these two girls never thought about.

The prerequisite for developing feelings is to develop interest.

……

Tall buildings lined both sides of the road, adorned with colorful lights. A black sedan sped along the asphalt road.

The surrounding street scenes quickly receded.

Stella sat in the passenger seat, playing with her hair as she looked at the man's profile in the driver's seat, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating.

"You can say anything you want to say directly."

"You don't have to be like this."

Driving the car he had cadged from Shingūji Kurono in the morning, Minamura Makoto glanced at Stella out of the corner of his eye and said helplessly.

It wasn't just now.

Stella had been like this since they finished taking the statement and set off for Ayatsuji Kaito's hospital.

Now they had already left the hospital, and Stella was still like this.

"Really? I can ask?"

Stella wrapped her hair around her finger even faster, a trace of unnatural flush appearing on her face.

"Of course, if you don't ask clearly, you probably won't be able to sleep tonight."

Minamura Makoto chuckled.

His and Stella's bed probably had screws that weren't tightened enough, so whenever Stella moved on the top bunk, his bed would shake along with it.

Many times, he had been woken up by Stella shaking him in the middle of the night.

Sometimes he didn't know what Stella was twisting up there, but he didn't dare to ask, and he didn't dare to look.

"I won't."

Stella stubbornly muttered in a low voice.

She had thought she had hidden it well for so many days, but Minamura Makoto had exposed her so directly, making Stella's already rosy cheeks even redder.

"Then I'm going to ask, you must answer truthfully."

"I will definitely answer truthfully."

Minamura Makoto affirmed patiently.

Now that it had come to this, he didn't think Stella could ask anything he couldn't answer.

At least, at this moment, Minamura Makoto appeared very calm.

"Were you angry earlier because of me?"

"Because that... that bastard, wan... wanted to see my na... naked body."

"Of course I was."

Without even a half-second of hesitation, Minamura Makoto gave a definite answer.

Honestly, he thought Stella would ask something else.

But it turned out to be this kind of question, he had worried a little for nothing.

"No matter what, you already..."

"This also means that you at least have a good impression of me, right?"

"Not saying you like me a lot, but you have a good impression, right?"

Before Minamura Makoto could finish his sentence, Stella interrupted him and looked at Minamura Makoto with hopeful eyes.

(I...)

At this moment, he really wanted to take back the arrogant words he had said a second ago.

He thought that Stella had already launched such a fierce offensive today, so she shouldn't attack again, at least not today.

But he didn't expect the attack to come so quickly and so directly.

This straight punch was about to hit him in the face.

"I..."

He had only just uttered a syllable from his mouth, but before he could say the rest of the words, he swallowed them back under Stella's burning gaze.

Under this gaze, he couldn't say perfunctory words.

To be perfunctory and pretend not to hear at this time would only really hurt this pure girl's heart.

"Yes."

Completely cornered, with no way to avoid it, Minamura Makoto nodded with a stiff face.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to respond to Stella's feelings, that's why his face was stiff.

It was just that he hadn't thought about how to respond yet.

But, that was just now.

In that instant, he thought a lot.

Even the unreliable suggestion that Nishikyō Nene had once given him came back to his mind.

In the end, he finally understood.

Some things are meaningless to think about so cautiously. It's never possible to solve problems in advance. Only by doing it first, when things really happen, can you solve the problem.

That's the kind of action pattern Minamura Makoto should have. When has he ever been so cautious before?

"Yes, Stella, I have a very high opinion of you."

Chapter 77: Dreaming, Trash

The next day, Ayatsuji Ittō-ryū Dōjō.

Actually, it's already a bit of an exaggeration to say it's the next day, after all, it's already evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun is scattered on the ancient Japanese building, giving it a different kind of charm.

"Senior, did you really only lease the dōjō for two years?"

Standing at the entrance of the dōjō, Kurogane Ikki's eyebrows were already deeply furrowed.

Although the scenery in front of him was beautiful, making people feel refreshed.

The setting sun, the wooden building, the maple leaves scattered randomly on the ground, half green and half red.

But what seemed out of place was this dilapidated dōjō.

The gate symbolizing Ayatsuji Ittō-ryū was already crumbling, looking like it could fall down at any moment. The wooden walls were covered with cracks and broken traces. You could see cigarette butts, snack bags, and beer cans scattered everywhere near the entrance.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, already half the height of a person. As for the anti-corrosion paint that should have been brushed on the wood, it had all peeled off, revealing the wood's original color underneath.

This degree of disrepair looked like it had been abandoned for at least ten years, not just two.

"After they took the dōjō, they didn't do any repairs to it."

"They even deliberately destroyed it every time they came, so the damage is so great."

Ayatsuji Shizuku said through gritted teeth.

In the past two years, she didn't know how many times she had come here to challenge them, trying to win back her family's dōjō.

Every time she came, seeing the destruction these guys had done to her family's dōjō, her anger would increase.

"This time, I, Ikki, will help you win back the dōjō."

"But whether you can defend your family's dōjō after that depends on your own efforts, Senior."

Summoning his Device, Intetsu, casually and resting it on his shoulder, Minamura Makoto said calmly to Ayatsuji Shizuku.

"What others take is ultimately theirs. Only what is yours is truly yours."

He could appear here because he had already made a deal with Ayatsuji Shizuku's father, Ayatsuji Kaito, yesterday.

But his deal with Ayatsuji Kaito was only for this one time.

"I know..."

Ayatsuji Shizuku nodded calmly.

"Anyway, thank you very much, Minamura-kun and Kurogane-kun, for helping our family."

She didn't listen in on the conversation last night. She only waited outside the hospital room.

Only after Minamura Makoto and Stella left did she enter the room to find her father. Her father said with certainty that the dōjō would be won back.

(But I don't know what Father's regretful expression meant at the time.)

"That's good."

"Let's go, let's go inside."

"Stella, you two hurry up too."

Looking at Stella and Kurogane Shizuku, who were whispering to each other in the back, Minamura Makoto sighed helplessly.

The offensive last night was getting fiercer and fiercer.

When he woke up in the morning, Stella, wearing only black underwear, was straddling him, her hands touching his abdomen.

And she had a look of infatuation on her face, muttering something like, 'So this is a man's body, the abs are so hard' while touching him.

If his self-control hadn't been strong, a bloody incident would have happened this morning.

"Got it."