The sudden voice interrupted Acheron's words. At the same time, it also drew the attention of the black-clothed men.
Following the direction of the sound, the black-clothed men turned their bodies in unison.
Looking at the two girls—A Stelle and March 7th—who had suddenly appeared before them, the black-clothed boss frowned and spoke with clear displeasure.
"Who are you two again?"
Hearing the black-clothed boss, our Stelle coolly flicked her hair and replied.
"Me? I'm just a passing Hanu brother."
March 7th: "...…"
Clockie: "...…"
Misha, Acheron: "...…"
The group of black-clothed men: "...…"
Stelle's words left everyone present speechless. Had this kid watched too many idol dramas? A passing Hanu brother? That was way too chuunibyou.
"Little miss, you two should head home. These matters aren't something you should get involved in. Be good."
Although he was part of the underworld, this black-clothed boss still had principles and a bottom line. He wasn't about to get angry at a little girl having a chuunibyou episode.
"Hmm?"
Seeing the black-clothed boss acting like he was coaxing children before turning away and ignoring her, our Stelle immediately felt looked down upon.
What a joke—she was a Nameless of the Astral Express, someone who had fought alongside her fruit companions against a Lord Ravager (even though she hadn't really had any room to participate). How could she be looked down on by a mere gang leader?
"You guys are really bi— mmmph!"
Before the wide-eyed and furious Stelle could finish speaking, a pair of slender hands suddenly reached out from behind her and tightly covered her mouth.
"Hahaha, sorry, sorry. There's something wrong with her head."
The one covering Stelle's mouth was our Miss March 7th. At this moment, she was awkwardly apologizing to the black-clothed men while pointing at Stelle's head to indicate that Stelle had some issues upstairs.
"Mmmph…!"
Stelle kept struggling, clearly protesting March 7th covering her mouth.
In response, March 7th tightened her grip. She brought her mouth close to Stelle's ear and spoke urgently.
"Stelle, I'm begging you. Can you stop saying such chuunibyou lines next time? If you want to fight, just grab your bat and whack them. Saying those things is way too embarrassing…"
March 7th was so embarrassed by Stelle that she was about to break out in second-hand embarrassment. She really didn't know where Stelle had learned these lines—she had never said them before.
Stelle continued struggling in March 7th's arms, but no matter what, little March refused to let go. In the end, Stelle could only helplessly agree to the request, promising she wouldn't say such things again. Only then did March 7th release her.
"Gale, submit to me."
The instant March 7th let go of Stelle, a sharp blade light suddenly flashed. The gale howled as the black-clothed men surrounding Acheron and Misha were swept up by the sudden violent wind and instantly blown thousands of meters away.
"Wow! So amazing!"
Watching the scene before her, March 7th's eyes were dazed. Was this purple-haired big sister really that powerful? With just one move, she had defeated all those black-clothed men, and from the look of it, the long sword at her waist hadn't even left its sheath!
"Stelle, this big sister is so powe— eh?"
March 7th turned her head woodenly, wanting to speak to Stelle beside her. However, when she turned, Stelle was nowhere to be found.
"Big Sister, can you teach me that move from earlier?"
Following the voice, our Miss Stelle had already arrived in front of Acheron. At this moment, she was excitedly holding Acheron's hand, her face full of excitement.
"Stelle…"
March 7th facepalmed. As expected, Stelle was still Stelle. She really couldn't control her.
"You want to learn?"
Gazing at the gray-haired girl before her, Acheron tilted her head slightly, her tone still carrying no ripples.
"I do!"
Stelle nodded excitedly. Acheron's move just now had truly shocked her. With just one strike, she had effortlessly knocked down that group of black-clothed men. It was simply too cool.
If she could learn this move too, would she have a chance to snatch Princess Firefly back from that detestable guy?
"Alright." Acheron nodded. "Do you have a sword?"
"Uh…"
Acheron's question stumped Stelle. After thinking for a moment, she took out the baseball bat passed down from the Stelle family from her personal storage and swung it vigorously in front of Acheron.
"Will this work?"
Acheron: "…It will."
In terms of techniques, weapons were merely tools to carry out the moves. As long as the difference wasn't too great, there wouldn't be much of an issue.
A long sword and a baseball bat seemed completely unrelated, but in terms of form alone, both were single-handed weapons with long handles. Therefore, to some extent, their techniques could be interchangeable.
Of course, if the difference was truly too large, even Miss Acheron would be helpless.
For example, a bow and a long sword—their techniques could never be interchanged no matter what.
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Misha, I'm so glad you're okay!"
While Stelle humbly asked Acheron for sword instruction, Clockie, who had been waiting on the side for a long time, finally had the chance to step forward.
It hurriedly ran up to the boy. After confirming that Misha was unharmed, Clockie finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm fine. Sorry for worrying you, Clockie." Misha smiled gently, squatted down slightly, and stroked Clockie's clock face.
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"
"Clockie, who are these two?"
After greeting Clockie, Misha's gaze naturally fell on Stelle and March 7th.
For some reason, in Misha's perception, he always felt a familiar and intimate aura from these two girls, as if he had seen them somewhere before. Yet when he thought carefully, he couldn't recall.