Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

"Fortunately, you didn't use scientific ninja tools. Small as it is, you still have a moral bottom line."

A certain 'cushion person' currently residing in the Shinomoya family's residence sneezed.

After Yae Hoshi's banter, the topic was considered closed, but a shadow couldn't help but fall over the hearts of the Overlimit Club members.

On this altered world line, will enemies still appear?

Most likely, they will, but this time…

Will no one be sacrificed like on the original world line?

…

An hour later, in that familiar coffee shop.

"Saki Kawasaki, Marin, and Yae Hoshi, you've all arrived."

Mayuri, wearing a maid uniform, cheerfully served coffee to everyone, then waved her hand and said.

"Luka, and the cosplay-loving friend I told you about last time will be here soon, so please wait a moment."

"Okay."

Marin Kitagawa sat at the table and smiled apologetically at Yae Hoshi and Saki Kawasaki, mindful of the uninformed outsider, Ayaka Totsuka, next to them, so she didn't speak too clearly, just saying embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, you just got back from Tokyo, you must be very tired… and I still made you come with me… Thank you for your hard work."

"Marin, why are you being so polite with me?"

Saki Kawasaki revealed a slight smile and waved her hand.

"I originally wanted to come and chat with Mayuri and the others more, after all, making cosplay costumes is also part of my job."

Ayaka Totsuka also had a smiling expression, flicking her silver short hair behind her ear, her tone as gentle as a maiden.

"Me too, everyone is friends, it's normal to go out and have fun together, it's no trouble at all."

Marin Kitagawa breathed a sigh of relief, and just as she was about to say something, she noticed the surrounding customers casting curious glances at their table from time to time.

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't matter. When she and Saki Kawasaki went out to stroll around the shopping street, they often attracted attention because of their outstanding appearances, and they were already used to it.

But this time…

"Yae Hoshi…"

Marin Kitagawa tugged on Yae Hoshi's sleeve, covering her lips with her hand and lowering her voice.

"Why does it feel like… they're all looking at you?"

Yae Hoshi said righteously: "I'm so handsome, isn't it normal to be looked at?"

"But… it seems like most of them are men…"

Mayuri's workplace is a maid cafe, so naturally there are more male customers.

Just then, a high school-aged boy suddenly stood up and walked straight towards the table where Yae Hoshi was sitting.

Saki Kawasaki narrowed her eyes slightly, the ordinary-looking ring on her left middle finger already emitting a faint spiritual energy glow, exactly like the spiritual energy object formed to be able to use the soul manifestation ability at the fastest speed, as Rio Futaba had researched.

Enemies?

Are they here so soon?

Who is it this time? Is it a competitor of the Shinomoya family, or a psychic?

But if it's the former, shouldn't they be looking for Kaguya Shinomoya? Kaguya Shinomoya isn't here today, or is the enemy trying to eliminate Yae Hoshi first?

Just as Saki Kawasaki's brain was working rapidly, considering how to complete the manifestation of soul materialization and protect Ayaka Totsuka and Marin Kitagawa under the gaze of everyone, the boy's footsteps stopped.

The other party pursed his lips, seeming a little nervous, glancing a few times at Yae Hoshi's face, this hesitant, wanting-to-say-but-not-saying, yet with a bit of anticipation in his eyes, suddenly caused a chill to arise in Yae Hoshi's heart, and he immediately opened his mouth.

"No… this is a coffee shop, what do you think this is, a watermelon stall? What does that look in your eyes mean, picking me like a watermelon? If you don't leave, you're going to eat a Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World jutsu from me."

The boy took two steps back upon hearing this, first waving his hand, appearing somewhat nervous.

"That… no… I don't mean that…"

Immediately afterwards, he carefully opened his mouth.

"That… excuse me… are you… Yae Hoshi from Sobu High?"

"Huh?"

Yae Hoshi frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Who are you? Do I know you?"

"No, no, no, you don't know me, but I know you."

The boy, nervous, even used honorifics like 'you,' hurriedly took out his phone, swiped a few times, and then pointed to a news report on it.

"I… I'm also a member of the school's tennis club. After seeing the news of your victory, I admired you very much, so… can I take a photo with you?"

Yae Hoshi took the phone handed over by the other party, and after looking at it carefully, a speechless expression appeared on his face.

Marin Kitagawa also cast her gaze over, and after seeing the content above clearly, she was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh, patting Yae Hoshi's shoulder, unable to help but smile.

"You've become a celebrity now."

The content of the news was very simple.

"Genius boy in his second year at Sobu High wins the national high school tennis singles championship, unprecedented amazing talent, the future star of Kyushu tennis!"

The title was very sensational, and below were a few pictures of Yae Hoshi playing tennis, and it also included a video of him swinging that shot, the ball flying back into his hand on its own.

"So that's what's going on."

Yae Hoshi couldn't comment, just saying to the boy.

"No photos."

"Oh, I see…"

The boy seemed a little disappointed upon hearing this, and then hesitated for a long time before carefully asking.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Speak."

"You and that Light Yagami… are you really in that kind of… ambiguous relationship beyond friendship?"

Yae Hoshi: "… You disappear from my sight immediately."

Chapter 431 Mysterious Voice, Luka Urushibara's Difficulties

After the boy and his friend left, Yae Hoshi glanced at the maid cafe, and found that those customers who hadn't been paying attention to him before, after hearing the boy's words just now, and his name, also took out their phones and started searching.

"You've really become famous now, the future star of Kyushu tennis."

Hearing Marin Kitagawa's couldn't-help-but-smile tone, and seeing the somewhat teasing, mocking smile on the other party's face, like a mischievous little devil, Yae Hoshi rolled his eyes.

"You just wait, I'm going to punish you when we get back tonight."

"Eh..."

Although Kitagawa Marin put on a scared act, Kawasaki Saki saw through her thoughts at a glance, and sighed helplessly, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"You... why are you getting excited...? You have such strange tastes."

Totsuka Saika didn't know what they were talking about. Even though they were already on the highway, he was still thinking about playing tennis earlier. Seeing Yozora's speechless expression, he smiled and comforted him.

"Actually, it's normal. After all, Yozora-kun, you won the national singles title, and you're only in your second year of high school. Plus, the match was so special, and... you and Yagami-kun are both so handsome... it's only reasonable that you'd get attention."

Listening to Totsuka Saika's words, Kawasaki Saki's face showed a hint of vigilance, not because of the words themselves, but because of the expression on his face when he said them.

"Wait... I can understand you saying Yozora is handsome, but why are you blushing...? What's that about?"

"Eh? Am I blushing?"

"Yeah, you're completely red, like a traffic light."

Kitagawa Marin tugged at Yozora's sleeve and whispered in his ear.

"Speaking of which... now that you're so famous, won't that be a bit of a problem?"

"A problem? Maybe."

Yozora shrugged, not caring at all.

"But, it's only a matter of time before I become famous. Leaving aside Mr. Oda's exorcism business, and our usual activities, just look at the people in our club. There's a former national idol actor, the only daughter of a world-class piano master, a science prodigy who will become a scientist in the future, a 100% weather girl, the daughter of the Yukinoshita Construction Company, and the well-known super-popular coser. With so many people in the same high school club, it's bound to attract attention sooner or later."

Hearing this, Kitagawa Marin nodded at first, then blushed slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

"I'm not really a super-popular coser. I've only just started out and have a little bit of fame... I'm still far from those really amazing cosers."

Yozora picked up his coffee cup and took a sip, saying calmly.

"You think I'm talking about you? I'm talking about myself."

Kitagawa Marin: "..."

She really couldn't refute that.

Compared to her, who operated online under the alias "Marin", although Yozora had only done cosplay once, his popularity was already exploding.

Not only was his appearance a perfect recreation, but even his views on "Mask" operations, which he revealed during the interview with Suga Natsumi later on, were considered by supporters of "Mask" to be interesting, though not necessarily correct, opinions.

Of course, Kitagawa Marin knew that those opinions were correct.

Because Yozora was originally the person behind "Mask", who could understand "Mask" better than him?

That being said, he really was a super-popular coser.

Just then, the door of the café was pushed open, and a cheerful voice came.

"Marin-nyan, Saki-nyan, we're here!"

Kitagawa Marin and Kawasaki Saki looked up and saw Phyllis, Ruka Urushibara, whom they had met last time, and a very beautiful young woman who looked a bit older than them, like a college student, walking slowly into the café.

"Yo... Yozora-kun, hello."

Ruka Urushibara, wearing a shrine maiden's outfit, greeted Yozora first, a shy blush appearing on her face, and said quietly, fidgeting.

"Con... congratulations on winning the singles title at the National Tennis Tournament... I... I watched the whole live broadcast on TV at the shrine."

Yozora waved his hand, but the wave wasn't polite, it was his signature move.

"How about it, isn't your bro awesome?"

Hearing this, Ruka Urushibara, who was usually modest and polite, and had a gentle personality, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and after a long while, she couldn't help but cover her lips and giggle.

"Yes... you're very amazing."

"Come, come, Ruka, come sit next to me!"

Watching Kitagawa Marin take the initiative to stand up, take Ruka Urushibara's hand, and lead her to sit down in an intimate manner, Yozora frowned slightly, and suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

"Um... can I ask a question?"

"What is it?"

"Is Ruka Urushibara a boy or a girl?"

"Eh?"

Everyone was stunned by these words. Kawasaki Saki frowned even more, looking displeased, and tapped the table lightly.

"Yozora, even though you usually say outrageous things, Ruka is our friend. Making jokes like that... isn't very nice, is it? That's not something you would do."

The person in question, Ruka Urushibara, looked even more黯然, with tears in her eyes. She lowered her head, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, and forced a smile as she said softly.

"I... I know, Yozora-kun is saying that my figure is too... too, not like a girl... It's just a joke, I don't mind..."

Seeing Ruka Urushibara's pitiful appearance, yet trying her best not to show it, Kitagawa Marin also joined the offensive against Yozora, but she took Yozora's feelings into consideration and didn't scold him loudly, but whispered in Yozora's ear.

"You clearly knew last time that Ruka is very concerned about her development... why are you deliberately poking at her sore spot this time? Ruka doesn't know you're joking, she'll take it seriously."

"Don't be silly, bro."

Yozora rolled his eyes, looking speechless.

"Even if she's flat, can she be flatter than Yukinoshita Yukino? I don't mean to discriminate against her figure, it's just purely... never mind, now it seems, Ruka Urushibara is indeed a girl."

"Of course she's a girl, can't you tell?"

Yozora looked at Ruka Urushibara, who had tears in her eyes, fair skin, a slender figure, a delicate and beautiful face, with a scholarly and elegant air, and a lovable quality, and nodded in deep agreement.