Yes, it was drawn as a reward from Tosaka-senpai's wish list.
Kazuma had already played enough. His stance suddenly shifted, and with a swift strike, he knocked the bamboo sword out of Miyajima Sakura's hand. The Electric Light Orb continued forward without losing momentum and struck the girl in the chest, sending her flying backward.
"President!!!"
"I'm fine." Miyajima Sakura waved her hand, pushing herself up from the ground. She looked at the young man before her with a complicated expression. The gap between them felt like an unbridgeable chasm. After a moment of silence, she finally said, "You win."
She wasn't unreasonable. He had truly won.
Kazuma didn't feel much about the outcome, since the Electric Light Orb had done most of the fighting for him. "You're very strong, Miyajima-senpai."
"Are you mocking me?" Miyajima Sakura asked, at a loss for words.
"I'm just telling the truth." Kazuma smiled, then turned around. Under everyone's watchful gaze, he walked straight up to Tosaka Fuyuka and pinned her against the wall. "Tosaka-senpai, I won."
"Uh… you, you're very impressive."
No, Tosaka-senpai, why are you praising him?
"You've already seen more impressive sides of me, so it's time for you to accept my spoils of war."
This guy really has no manners, calling Tosaka-senpai spoils of war and all. The surrounding students grumbled inwardly but didn't dare speak up. He had defeated the president; compared to him, they stood no chance.
Miyajima Sakura could do nothing. She had already lost. Watching Kazuma pin her close friend against the wall, she suddenly frowned. Wait… Fuyuka was being treated like this, yet she didn't look angry at all?
Anyone who thought Tosaka Fuyuka wouldn't get angry because of her gentle personality would be terribly mistaken. Miyajima Sakura knew her well—if a boy behaved rudely toward her, an angry Fuyuka would not hesitate to beat him down.
But now, she neither resisted nor showed anger.
Leaning against the wall, Fuyuka looked at the young man standing so close to her. His overwhelming presence and domineering aura made her breathing uneven, her heartbeat quick and unsteady.
"Tosaka-senpai, if you're unwilling, you can fight me yourself."
Fuyuka slightly parted her red lips and replied softly, "I won't fight you…"
"Then I won't hold back."
Kazuma lifted her smooth chin, raising her face toward his, and kissed her. Everyone present—including Miyajima Sakura—froze in shock. Hey! This time he didn't even ask, he just went straight for it?!
Fuyuka's pupils shrank as their lips met. She couldn't understand why, despite being kissed without warning, she couldn't bring herself to resist. Instead, she found herself drawn to the sensation.
What's wrong with me?
Sensing almost no resistance from her, Kazuma deepened the kiss, pulling her closer as if trying to make the moment last forever.
After several long minutes, the two finally separated. Kazuma gently brushed his fingers across Tosaka Fuyuka's dazed eyes, a faint smile forming on his lips. Raising his hand, he shook the good friend communication card between his fingers. "Fuyuka-senpai, find this as soon as possible. I'll be leaving now."
He leaned closer and lightly bit her ear. "See you tomorrow."
Fuyuka didn't recover from the intense kiss until Kazuma had already left. Her legs weakened, and she slowly slid down the wall until Miyajima Sakura hurried over to help her up. Only then did she fully realize what had happened, covering her flushed face with both hands, overwhelmed with embarrassment and indignation.
"Fuyuka, what exactly is your relationship with that person?" After sending away the club members eager for gossip, Miyajima Sakura pulled her aside and asked.
"I don't know either…"
"You don't know? He did something that outrageous to you, and you didn't even resist. That's completely unlike you. Don't tell me you're infatuated with him?"
"I don't know… I just felt that he was very familiar, and at that moment…"
She hadn't wanted to push him away.
Miyajima Sakura couldn't understand. "But his swordsmanship is truly terrifying. Even legendary masters wouldn't be much stronger. I'm not sure about my uncle, but my father definitely wouldn't be a match for him."
Fuyuka nodded. "Father wouldn't be a match for him either."
"I can't believe a junior possesses such exaggerated swordsmanship." Miyajima Sakura's interest grew, and seeing her friend's ambiguous reaction, her anger over Kazuma's excessive behavior faded. "What do you think? Should I invite him to join the Kendo Club? Maybe we could improve even further."
"Sakura, you're not thinking of taking him as your master, are you?"
"If he's willing, it's not impossible. You didn't experience it yourself, so you don't understand. It was terrifying—completely flawless, perfect, without a single weakness," Miyajima Sakura said, shaking her head.
Then she clenched her fist. "I have to find a way to get him to join the club."
Tosaka Fuyuka didn't comment on her friend's idea. She wasn't officially part of the Kendo Club and only trained there occasionally, so she had no right to interfere. Kazuma's figure—and that domineering kiss—kept replaying in her mind.
She couldn't forget it.
"I actually forgot to ask his name."
Hearing Sakura's frustrated voice, Fuyuka blurted out, "Kazuma… Kazuma."
"Eh? Fuyuka, you really do know him."
"I…"
The name had surfaced naturally in her mind. Unable to explain it, she fell silent. It felt as though something deep within her heart was about to break free. After returning to the Tosaka residence, she immediately rushed to her room.
She searched through her drawers and soon found a notebook.
Inside were diaries she occasionally kept, but after flipping through them several times, she found nothing useful. The previous Fuyuka had written Kazuma's name in those diaries, but as history changed, those entries had disappeared.
Unlike ordinary forgetfulness, this wasn't amnesia—it was complete erasure.
When Tosaka Fuyuka finally found a slightly dusty card hidden deep inside a drawer, the good friend communication card belonging to her began to shine once more.
"Kazuma…"
Memories of everything they had experienced together resurfaced—the successful change of her father's fate, and her fading fear of losing Kazuma. The secret treasure from the future restored everything she had forgotten.
Even if the world changed and history was altered, the memories she cherished would never disappear. This was the legendary secret treasure that even time and space itself could not erode.
Fuyuka smiled softly. "What an idiot… was he really that impatient? Kissing me in front of everyone… tomorrow the whole school will be talking about it."
Although, she had been impatient too.
She carefully put away the good friend communication card, then rushed out of the house.
"Fuyuka, where are you going? Dinner's almost ready."
"I'm not eating," she replied, already running out the door under her parents' surprised gazes, heading straight toward the Old School Building.
She couldn't wait to see him.
"Kazuma, why are you coming out of the club building?" Kanna Hiiragi asked as she waved, holding a small black cat in her arms. "If I hadn't seen Little Black here, I would've thought you joined a club."
Her voice was full of curiosity.
"No, I came to see Fuyuka. Oh, right, you know Tosaka Fuyuka, don't you?" Kazuma walked over, still recalling the sweetness of her lips as he spoke.
"Do you think I'm an idiot? Didn't we have a barbecue together in the Old School Building before?" Kanna Hiiragi rolled her eyes, then tapped her forehead. "But it's strange… the Fuyuka in my memory feels a little different from the one now…"
"Well, you can ask her yourself if you get the chance." Explaining would be troublesome, so Kazuma simply rubbed her head. "Kanna, I have something else to do, so I need to go. We'll talk later."
"Meow~"
The kitten tried to follow him eagerly, but Kazuma picked it up and placed it back beside her. "Stay with Kanna and behave. Don't run around."
"Eh? Wait, where are you going?" Watching him leave in a hurry without looking back, Kanna Hiiragi pouted. "Honestly… he didn't even take me along. Is it something important?"
Then she tilted her head slightly. "Did something happen to Fuyuka-senpai?"
Kazuma walked lightly, completely at ease. He wasn't worried anymore. Tosaka Fuyuka would remember everything sooner or later—not only because she hadn't rejected his kiss, but also because of the good friend communication card.
This legendary secret treasure acted as a reference point. Using the world of A Certain Magical Index as an analogy, no matter how the Archangels layered phases or altered reality beyond recognition, this reference point could not be shaken.
For example, Kanna remained completely unaffected. As for Fuyuka, Kazuma suspected she had simply forgotten the communication card somewhere, which was why her memories hadn't returned yet.
It really was good luck to obtain such a treasure.
So when would he be able to draw it again?
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