"Ah~!"
Alisa stretched and got up from the table.
Although the lunch break wasn't long, it at least made her feel much more refreshed.
"Huh, Akira, where are they?"
"Class is about to start, so they left first."
"I originally wanted you to sleep for another five minutes, but you woke up on your own."
Alisa took out her phone to check the time—there were still ten minutes until class.
She then got up and climbed down from the table.
After a nap, Alisa's mind was much clearer.
She immediately remembered the question she had forgotten to ask this morning.
"Akira, you published hundreds of thousands of words in one night. That means you've had this book saved for a long time, right?"
"No, I just spent a few hours writing it last night."
"I worked a keyboard to death."
"You're lying." (Russian)
"What did you say?"
"I said, how is that possible!"
"But I seem to have heard a syllable from when you said 'Hooray' last time."
Alisa's heart skipped a beat.
Is Akira's language talent that strong?
He could even hear that?
"It just sounds similar. Ah, that's not important."
"How could you write hundreds of thousands of words in just a few hours?"
"If I could write it, what would you say? Would there be any reward?"
Seeing Akira's smiling face, Alisa felt a strange sense of unease.
But then she thought—this is simply not something a human can do.
"If you can write it, I… I'll grant you one condition."
"Okay, it's settled then. Don't go back on your word when the time comes."
Saying that, Akira took out his key and had Alisa leave the classroom first.
"I definitely won't go back on my word. If you can write a hundred thousand words in a few hours—no, fifty thousand words in three hours—I'll treat you to a meal!"
"Hehe, Alisa, you actively lowered the difficulty. Are you plotting something?"
Alisa's cheeks flushed slightly. "Fifty thousand words in three hours is already very difficult."
Akira locked the door, and the two walked slowly side by side. "So now, there are two bets, then."
"What if you can't do it?"
"Then, conversely, I'll treat you to a meal and grant you one condition."
"Good!"
Alisa was very happy, humming a little tune joyfully.
Because in her opinion, she couldn't possibly lose.
"How about we set the time for Sunday afternoon? The location will be at your house!"
"Eh?"
"We're eating directly at your house! Do you want to go back on your word?"
Alisa paused slightly, falling two steps behind. "Okay, this weekend I'll get to experience Akira's cooking."
"I will definitely win."
"Impossible!"
Alisa caught up with Akira, bickering harmoniously all the way back to the classroom.
The class bell rang, and Akira activated Perception Manipulation.
Instantly, everyone lost their perception of him.
In the office,
Kirisu Mafuyu leaned back in her chair.
Her mind was completely filled with Akira.
Oh dear.
She disliked seeing him.
But missed him when he wasn't there.
Is Kirisu Mafuyu sick?
Kirisu Mafuyu stared blankly at the ceiling.
Then, a series of footsteps caught her attention.
It was class time now, and the office was terribly empty, with only Kirisu Mafuyu herself there.
She had no class for the first period, and it was connected to the lunch break, so other teachers were basically still lying in their dorms, not yet up.
Only Kirisu Mafuyu, whose emotional shadow hadn't dissipated, stayed here by herself.
Otherwise, she would also be wrapped in her quilt right now.
"Mafuyu-chan, I'm here again."
When Kirisu Mafuyu saw Akira, she was first delighted, then her face stiffened.
"Akira, it's class time now. Why aren't you in class? What are you doing here?"
"What do you think, Mafuyu-chan? Of course, it's for your training."
"Akira, although you are very capable, knowledge is also very important and should not be neglected!"
"Mafuyu-chan, you're being disobedient again."
"Oh, Akira, this is my workstation. Someone will see us!"
When Akira arrived, he used Telepathy to control the small animals around, so he would know immediately if anyone approached.
Therefore, he wasn't flustered at all.
Kirisu Mafuyu didn't know this, and her heart immediately pounded.
But this time, without any warning, Akira rolled up her short skirt—very forcefully.
"Mmm~!"
She was bullied again.
Why is this guy always so forceful with her?
Slap.
Without Akira needing to say anything more,
Kirisu Mafuyu cooperated.
"Now this is my Mafuyu-chan. I will train you well today too."
"Akira, can we change places? This is my workstation."
"But, can we still change places now?"
"Oh dear!"
The surroundings were all familiar scenes.
Even though Akira hadn't taken off her small suit jacket,
she still felt as if she had nothing on.
But…
What to do?
She seemed to have grown accustomed to Akira.
As long as he… I will… No!
I can't let him do this.
"Akira, no."
"Not here."
"This is Mafuyu-chan's workstation, you know, so of course, we have to leave an unforgettable memory."
"That way, every day when Mafuyu-chan comes to work, she'll think of me first."
"Don't forget, Mafuyu-chan is mine—everything about her is mine."
As he spoke,
Kirisu Mafuyu collapsed onto the desk.
The folders she often used, the sticky notes pasted on her workstation—all reflected in her eyes.
Ugh!
No.
Even this place was filled by Akira.
No.
No.
"Ah!"
[Character: Kirisu Mafuyu]
[Potential: A]
[Loyalty: 86]
[Strength: 4.9]
[Agility: 5.0]
[Endurance: 5.1]
[Skills: Proficient Figure Skating (Proficiency 63%), Passing on Knowledge and Imparting Skills]
[Evolution Charge: 56%]
[Status: Exhausted]
Her hot breath fogged the glass on the desk.
But Akira didn't give her time to breathe.
"Ugh!"
"Cough, cough…"
Akira patted Kirisu Mafuyu's small face with satisfaction. "Mafuyu-chan is amazing. I'm leaving now~!"
Akira left with light steps.
Kirisu Mafuyu covered her face.
How could this be!
Having reached this point,
she couldn't even get angry at all.
Instead, she even felt a little… Could it be that I naturally like this?
No, impossible!
Kirisu Mafuyu cut off her wild thoughts and quickly picked up the water cup next to her, taking several big gulps.
The phlegmy feeling in her throat finally disappeared.
"So full, so full!"
Kitagawa Marin rubbed her stomach. "Akira, where should we go next?"
After school, Akira, Kitagawa Marin, and Saeko Busujima went straight to the pedestrian street.
"We've already walked around once, so next, let's go buy materials."
"Oh~!"
Kitagawa Marin held Akira's hand, as happy as a child. "I get to wear a new cosplay outfit again."
Saeko Busujima walked beside the two, hugging her wooden sword, seemingly having already entered the cosplay ronin segment.
They walked into a maid outfit specialty store.
Akira directly bought a similar finished product and heavily modified it.
He immediately recreated the style of Tohru's outfit from his mind.
Then he found foam to carve out dragon horns and used hot glue to attach them to a hair clip.
Tohru's hair color was originally blonde, so Kitagawa Marin could wear it without a wig.
As for the color and shape of the pupils, he achieved the effect with colored contact lenses bought while shopping earlier.
As for the tail—it was optional.
So, in less than half an hour,
Tohru's costume quickly took shape under Akira's operation.
The manager of the maid outfit store was so surprised that her jaw dropped.
Of course, Akira didn't forget Saeko Busujima.
Although she was puzzled as to why Akira would buy her an apron,
Saeko Busujima still happily accepted Akira's gift.
"Akira!"
Kitagawa Marin came out of the changing room in her cosplay outfit, looking about seventy percent like Tohru.
As for the remaining thirty percent—that was a fundamental flaw, impossible to make up for.
"How is it?"
Kitagawa Marin spun around in front of Akira, fully displaying Akira's achievement.
"Not bad, not bad."
Akira stroked his chin, his eyes shining.
Although he couldn't go to another world, Akira still had the opportunity to be a dragon knight.
Saeko Busujima was also very excited, full of fighting spirit.
She felt the aura of a strong person from Kitagawa Marin and couldn't help but feel a little eager to fight.
At this moment, Kitagawa Marin clenched her small fists and excitedly said, "Akira, do you want me to show you my strength?"
"I am terrifyingly strong now."
As she said this, Kitagawa Marin immediately felt her strength weaken a little.
But it didn't matter—the dragon's power was too strong; she was a bit overconfident now.
The dragon tail, which was not originally part of the props, emerged from under the maid outfit.
Kitagawa Marin hugged the dragon tail, a glint flashing in her eyes.
Akira noticed Kitagawa Marin's change and looked speechless. "Don't even think about it. I won't eat your tail."
"Akira, I'll cook it well."
"Trust me."
"No eating. I'm not that perverted."
Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted in the distance.
"Run! There are Monsters!"
"Run! There are Monsters!"
Hearing the heart-wrenching screams, the shop owner calmly pulled the few people into the shop.
"Customers, please wait a moment. I'll pull down the rolling shutter."
The public security here wasn't very good. The shop owner was already used to seeing Monsters, demons, and the like.
But Saeko Busujima and Kitagawa Marin both looked at Akira, their faces filled with excitement.
"Akira, can I?"
Akira nodded. "Go, Saeko."
"As for Tohru, you wait for a bit."
No sooner had Akira finished speaking than the shop owner, who was pulling down the rolling shutter, suddenly felt a gust of wind blow past him.
His wig was blown off, revealing a reflective bald spot.
"Huh! Customer, it's dangerous! Come back quickly—"
Seeing Saeko Busujima, with her slender arms and legs, actually charging toward the Monsters, the shop owner cried out anxiously.
"Don't worry. Here, the bill."
Akira patted the owner's shoulder, placed ten thousand yen in his hand, and then calmly walked past him.
The owner was stunned and asked in surprise, "Customers, are you active heroes?"
"Heroes?"
"That's just the name of a cage."
The owner was astonished.
He didn't understand, but he was so handsome.
Bang!
A huge tremor came from afar.
Fist-sized stone fragments rained down like bullets.
"Hahahahaha, yes, this is it! This power—it's truly intoxicating!"
A tall man, as large as a tank, stood in the street.
"Brother, why did we have to bring this guy along?"
The man asked another man who was standing on his shoulder.
"Idiot, it can help you enhance your strength and control your muscles."
"That's right! Idiot, for my great Muscle Demon to take an interest in you is a blessing."
"Otherwise, you would have been riddled with holes by those damn heroes and police long ago."
A human-like face grew out of a mass of muscle and cursed. "That guy next to you, hurry up and inject him with the remaining potion. With my help, the previous dose has been completely absorbed."
"Hurry—once we're invincible, I'm going to eat dozens of little girls."
Thinking of the sweet muscles on girls' bodies, and their fragrant breath,
the Muscle Demon was ecstatic.
"Alright, alright, alright! I'll inject it immediately. Brother, our wish is about to come true."
Whoosh!
A black shadow shot over.
Chii!
The Muscle Demon reacted first, controlling his brother to block the black shadow.
Da, da, da, da…
In an instant, sonic booms and blood splattered together.
With a wave of his brother's hand, which was larger than a door panel, Saeko Busujima was forced to dodge.
"Oh! It's a beauty."
The Muscle Demon immediately became interested in Saeko Busujima.
Saeko Busujima, however, looked at the strong man's rapidly healing wound, her brows furrowed.
"Brother, kill her first."
"Alright, brother."
With his body strengthened by the vaccine, even without combat training, his brother's speed was still very fast.
If it weren't for the concern that his brother would be thrown off during the process, his speed could have increased even further.
Boom!
Bricks and stones shattered.
A large pit immediately appeared on the ground, but the strong man's arm was strangely bent.
"It's a pity I only have a wooden sword in my hand."
"Otherwise, that slash just now would have been enough to cut off one of your arms."
Swish!
Saeko Busujima flicked the blood and flesh from the wooden sword in her hand onto the ground.
An excited expression radiated from her eyes.
The Muscle Demon was drenched in cold sweat.
This woman is formidable.
If this guy is useless, he would transfer to her body during the fight.
"Aren't you going to inject him yet?"
"This woman is going to cut off all your heads soon."
His brother glanced at the syringe in his hand and didn't hesitate.
Slap!
Almost the instant the syringe was plunged into his brother's shoulder,
his brother's head was smashed by Saeko Busujima like a watermelon.
"Brother~!"
His brother roared, his body rapidly growing in anger, instantly becoming as tall as a building.
Hahahaha.
Awesome!
The Muscle Demon controlled his brother's entire body of muscles, completely absorbing the vaccine.
Those muscles, originally as angular as stones, were covered with a metallic texture.
And the Muscle Demon himself was like steel.
You two idiots—the muscles I'm controlling now are as hard as steel, invulnerable to blades and guns.
Hahahaha.
Where is that woman?
I want to taste her properly.
Vaccine Man was filled with rage and didn't even notice that it was the Muscle Demon who had stopped his movements just now, causing his brother to be headshotted.
"Woman, I will kill you to avenge my brother."
A gigantic punch slammed down, instantly turning the surroundings into ruins.
But Saeko Busujima had already leaped onto a nearby low building, and seeing such a massive steel giant, she couldn't help but feel fear.
"Slash! Just slash!"
Akira's figure suddenly appeared behind Saeko Busujima.
Kitagawa Marin followed beside Akira, a relaxed smile on her face.
"Saeko, how about I help you?"
Slash!
Fearless.
Saeko Busujima felt her blood boiling. "No need. I can do it."
Vaccine Man saw Saeko Busujima and roared.
"Die!"
With a clap of his palm, the building where the three stood instantly turned into dust.
Amidst the scattering smoke and dust, Saeko Busujima, wielding a wooden sword like a sharp blade, surged toward the head along her brother's arm.
"You're asking for it."
Splat.
Although Vaccine Man was like a mosquito crawling on his body, each palm strike whipped up a fierce gale.
"Is that the target we're pursuing?"
Two blocks away, the members of the Fubuki Group looked at the colossal figure, their hearts sinking.
This magnitude was clearly not something B-class heroes could get involved with.
"Wait, someone is fighting the target."
"Who is it? An A-class hero?"
Fubuki took the binoculars handed to her by a Fubuki Group member.
She clearly saw Saeko Busujima's attire.
A high school student?
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