Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Natsumi Suga had obviously misunderstood the so-called "promise," and Kitagawa Marin was the same, speaking with a hint of jealousy.

"As expected of Yozora-kun… Fujiwara Chika… isn't she the student representative of the private Shuchiin Academy? I remember she's very cute, and… her measurements are impressive, no wonder, no wonder."

"Don't be sarcastic here."

As the God of Harems, Yozora had a crucial principle.

He would face his own troubles directly, but why should he take the blame for problems that weren't his?

"The so-called promise that Fujiwara Chika mentioned was that she wanted to meet Touma Kazusa, it has nothing to do with me personally."

"Hmm? Is that really so? Then why doesn't she go find Shinomiya Kaguya?"

"Are you stupid?"

Looking at Kitagawa Marin, who looked a bit cute with her cheeks puffed up in jealousy, Yozora rolled his eyes and retorted in annoyance.

"You know that Kaguya and Kazusa have fought side by side, but Fujiwara Chika doesn't know that. She only knows that I know Shinomiya Kaguya and Touma Kazusa, but she doesn't know that they are both psychics. She only knows that they met once during that joint exam, why would she go find Shinomiya Kaguya?"

Chapter 525: Master Miyamoto and Yozora's Abstract Duel, Ruka Urushibara's Predicament

"I guess you're right…"

Yozora didn't let Kitagawa Marin off the hook for her slightly embarrassed mistake, and asked righteously.

"Besides, do you think that I am the kind of stallion who would pounce on any cute young girl and start an attack! ?"

"…"

"No… at least give me a negative answer… doesn't this make it seem like I'm confessing it myself…"

"Shouko, Shouko, you be the judge."

Hearing Yozora call her name, Nishimiya Shouko, who had been staring out the car window, seemed to come back to her senses, raised her head, pointed to her ears, and gave a gentle smile.

"Sorry Yozora-kun, I'm not wearing my hearing aids, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."

Looking at Nishimiya Shouko's white hearing aids, which were clearly in place, Yozora knew that he couldn't count on her, so he coughed lightly twice and slowly opened his mouth.

"In short, I'm going to find Fujiwara Chika-san only for her intelligence network, as for her as a person… although I am interested, it's not the main reason."

Hearing this, Natsumi Suga, who was driving, couldn't help but roll her eyes and said in annoyance.

"Hey, Marin and I are here, shouldn't you say that you are only acting and have no interest in Fujiwara Chika at this time? Why did you say what's on your mind?"

"This is the greatness of the God of Harems."

Yozora showed a smile and said word by word.

"I, who helped Yukinoshita Yukino find the 'real thing,' am myself the embodiment of the 'real thing.' I will not lie!"

"Not lying is not lying, why be so confident…"

Suga Natsumi was initially briefly intimidated by Yozora's unyielding attitude, but after a few seconds, she realized.

"Eh, wait, how did this turn into Marin and I forcing you to lie? Does that mean we are in the wrong?"

"It's okay."

Yozora waved his hand very generously, his youthful and handsome high school face now revealing the compassion of an enlightened monk.

"I have already forgiven you."

Seeing Nishimiya Shouko covering her mouth and chuckling, unable to help but watch the fun, Kitagawa Marin couldn't help but gently bump her shoulder, and said in annoyance.

"You're happy to see Natsumi-nee and me being speechless by this guy, right? Let me tell you, you probably won't be able to escape in the future either."

"Eh? What can't escape?"

Seeing that Nishimiya Shouko didn't understand her words at all and looked completely innocent and naive, Kitagawa Marin hesitated, and finally could only sigh helplessly and wave her hand.

"Forget it, it's nothing…"

During the time when the psychics of the Overload Society went to another world to act, there were only a few people in the apartment building. Kitagawa Marin wasn't particularly familiar with the Kobato sisters, who came to play during the summer vacation, and she wasn't particularly familiar with Yukinoshita Haruno… either.

Naturally, the person she had the most contact with during this time, and the person she chatted with every night, was Nishimiya Shouko, who was the most familiar and also a member of the Overload Society, but not a psychic, and Yuigahama Hina, who stayed in the base camp because her combat power was not very good.

As a result, she didn't realize it until they started chatting, but this chat really confused Kitagawa Marin.

Yurigahama Hina's personality seemed to be completely opposite to Nishimiya Shouko's. One didn't talk much and was always so quiet and peaceful, while the other was full of energy every day and often used a ball to bump into Futaba Rio and others.

In fact…

Kitagawa Marin discovered that Yurigahama Hina and Nishimiya Shouko were really absurdly similar in terms of purity!

Yurigahama Hina was simply a slow creature, and she only realized that she liked Yozora after everyone repeatedly hinted at it, and even to the point that she couldn't hold it back anymore and everyone directly stated it.

As for Nishimiya Shouko…

To be honest, Kitagawa Marin could understand her purity.

After all, Nishimiya Shouko didn't have many friends during her growth, and because of her congenital hearing impairment, her mother, Nishimiya Yaeko, was a bit overprotective of her, and she lacked knowledge in this area, which was also very normal.

The key is…

Kitagawa Marin had originally hoped that when a few girls were chatting together at night, they could talk about… something more… something like that.

After all… she and Yurigahama Hina had experience… and the object was the same person.

Not to mention her friend Kawasaki Saki, even Futaba Rio, Yotsuya Miko, Sakurajima Mai, Yuigahama Yui, these… Kitagawa Marin's ideas might come true.

What's wrong with exchanging BOSS-fighting experience and becoming a strategy group?

But Yurigahama Hina… um…

What she pulled Kitagawa Marin to chat about every night was basically a fixed routine.

"Marin, what are we going to eat tomorrow?"

After this topic went on for a while, it would be…

"Eh, I'm a little hungry."

Then, it was a big feast, and finally, sleep.

In this situation, how could they exchange BOSS-fighting experience?

"By the way, Yozora."

At this time, Suga Natsumi suddenly spoke again.

"Just a reminder, many newspapers and programs in the media recently have been saying that these so-called crises are all self-directed and self-acted by 'Mask' and its assistants in order to gain fame and reputation."

"Self-directed and self-acted?"

Hearing this, Yexing smiled indifferently.

"Those who encountered dangerous events and were rescued by us probably wouldn't agree with this view, right?"

"Yes, most people disagree with such ridiculous remarks, with a support rate of up to ninety-seven percent, but…"

Suga Natsumi reminded softly.

"The emergence of this kind of rhetoric probably means that many high-level figures can no longer tolerate your existence. After all, in their eyes, you are an unstable factor in this society, a dangerous force that cannot be supervised or counteracted. It would be fine if you were only acting secretly, but you also have such social influence… If I were an official high-level, I would probably think about taking some measures."

"Whatever."

Yexing waved his hand and replied casually.

"We shouldn't be taking action again anytime soon. Even if we do, it will only be as exorcists, not as the heroes in the rumors. The previous high-profile actions and accepting interviews in front of the camera were only to prevent those enemies from another world from succeeding. I've never been interested in being a hero anyway."

"Well, that's good."

"During the time we were away, was there any information about strange events? I'm very empty now and urgently need a few big meals to replenish myself."

"Don't ask me about that, okay?"

Suga Natsumi complained unhappily.

"Please, I have to worry about your safety while also collecting information with high intensity. How can I have the mood to inquire about any supernatural news? Didn't Mr. Oda send you an email or something?"

"Oh, now that you mention it, I do remember."

Yexing took out his phone from his pocket and pressed the power button.

Because they were going to another world, and the phones in this world had no signal at all, the members who participated in the operation did not bring their phones.

As soon as Yexing turned on his phone, he saw dozens of unread messages, including those from Eriri, Kasumigaoka Utaha, Miura Yumiko, Koga Tomoe, and even Komadori Yuuka. The contents were similar, asking him what kind of arrangements he had for the summer vacation.

There was also a message from Urushihara Ruka, inviting him to meet at the shrine.

Oda Notou sent a short message with simple content.

"There are no commissions recently, but I have obtained some interesting clues. I will contact you after verifying them."

And the next few messages were from Master Miyamoto.

"How is the new weapon? Reply to me as soon as possible so I can start the next batch of production."

Seeing this message, Yexing immediately dialed Master Miyamoto's phone.

"Hello, hello, hello? Can you hear me?"

"I'm just old, not deaf."

Master Miyamoto on the other end of the phone replied unhappily first, before getting to the point.

"Is the problem in that world solved? How is the weapon? Did what I made hold you back?"

"It's quite useful, but we now have new needs for weapons."

"Oh? What needs?"

"The lethality and range of ordinary pistols and nail guns are still too plain. See if you can think of a way to make something like a bazooka. If that doesn't work, compressed explosives will do."

"Wait… Do you think I'm an arms dealer?"

Master Miyamoto felt very speechless at Yexing's request.

"I'm not a professional weapon manufacturer. The guns and nail guns I provided to you before were just mixed with some spiritual objects into the bullets. I didn't make the guns themselves. Now you want me to make something like a bazooka? Why don't you let me make an atomic bomb?"

"Oh, does Master have that skill?"

"I don't have a fart. I didn't even finish junior high school. Are you asking too much of me?"

"In the end, it's still a loss for not having an education. Since those two things won't work, what about grenades? If spiritual objects like relics are added to the outer shell of the grenade, each piece that bursts out during the explosion will contain the killing effect on spiritual objects. Although the power is just like that, at least the range is okay."

"Wait…"

Master Miyamoto really couldn't stand it anymore and sighed deeply.

"With your consumption… How many monks have to be cremated every day to meet your needs? Although I am doing good deeds for those deceased monks, the relics in the temple are about to run out. I can't go to other temples to beg for this kind of thing. This is not a long-term solution."

"You're really useless, Miyamoto old fart."

"Good you, kid, so realistic. As soon as you heard that I couldn't do it, your address immediately changed from Master to old fart, right?"

Master Miyamoto first complained like this, then changed the subject.

"However… In a while, there will be a Buddhist instrument exhibition held in Tokyo. Coincidentally, I am a spiritual power user and can identify the authenticity of spiritual objects. When the time comes, I'll think of a way to take all their instruments."

"Whoa."

Yexing was in awe when he heard this.

"Master, aren't you breaking the precepts?"

"Breaking a fart of a precept."

Master Miyamoto was still the same as always, the simplest foul mouth, the ultimate enjoyment.

"Those old bald donkeys have no ability. They hold the instruments there all day long and do nothing. It's better to let me take them away."

"Whoa."

Yexing exclaimed again. Just as Master Miyamoto was slightly complacent, thinking that the other party was going to praise his high level of awareness, worthy of being a highly virtuous monk of the present age, he heard Yexing say sincerely.

"I didn't expect you, who dropped out of junior high school and became a host, to know what 'occupying a position without doing any work' means. Not bad, Master."

Then, without waiting for Master Miyamoto to refute, Yexing said with a smile.

"But forcibly snatching it… is really not necessary. If we can buy it with money, then let's buy it."

"Huh… you kid, the instruments are treasures of the temple. How can they be easily bought and sold? It's illegal."

Master Miyamoto first emphasized righteously, then lowered his voice and changed the subject.