Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

After speaking the true thoughts in her heart, Ruka Urushibara's timidity and weakness seemed to disappear at this moment. Simply put, it was a do-or-die situation, a final gamble.

She stared directly at Yaehoshi's face, her hands subconsciously clenching the miko outfit she was wearing. Although her voice trembled, her tone was firm.

"Yaehoshi-sama... No... Yaehoshi, I want to go on a date with you, even if it's just for one day... That would make me completely satisfied..."

"What exactly are you talking about?"

When Ruka Urushibara saw the slight frown on Yaehoshi's face, her heart sank to the bottom. Her heartbeat seemed to stop completely at that moment. The feeling of悶 pain in her chest made even breathing a painful task. But even so, she勉强 squeezed out a gentle smile and said.

"As expected, I was too selfish to make such a difficult request of you. I'm sorry, please forget about it..."

"The procedure is wrong, right?"

Just as Ruka Urushibara was in great pain, feeling sad because of her first unrequited love, but wanting to force a smile and apologize so as not to embarrass Yaehoshi, she heard Yaehoshi change the subject, using a gentle tone with a smile.

"Don't look at me like this, I'm a very self-respecting person. Dating is something that only lovers can do. Before proposing a date, you should confess your feelings first, right?"

"Con...fess..."

The light returned to Ruka Urushibara's eyes as she looked up at Yaehoshi.

"Then... you... are you willing to accept my feelings?"

If Yaehoshi said 'no' at this time, 'I just wanted you to confess and then reject you, to enjoy your desperate and sad, truly pitiful appearance of being toyed with by me,' the effect would definitely explode.

But... the great god of harems once said such a thing.

I absolutely cannot disappoint a girl's feelings (limited to good-looking ones)!

So, Yaehoshi nodded without hesitation.

"Of course, I am not a saint with overflowing sympathy, the kind of gentle person who would unconditionally extend a helping hand to anyone in trouble, so... I like Urushibara-san, no, I like Ruka, there's no doubt about that. Even... the time I started liking you might be even earlier than the time you started liking me, much, much earlier."

Hearing Yaehoshi say that he liked her even earlier than she liked him, Ruka Urushibara pursed her lips, somewhat dubious.

"Really?"

"Yes, probably."

Yaehoshi looked like he was recalling the past, sighing with emotion, and slowly said.

"Don't believe me? In that case, I'll tell you a story about how the strongest exorcist wanted to create a world where Ruka Urushibara is a girl, so the world line changed, and he used the firm belief of one person to reverse the entire world line."

...

Later that evening, Yaehoshi returned to the Cholray House apartment building.

"You're back?"

"Welcome back, Yaehoshi. Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you something to eat?"

"Hungry? Want to eat something?"

"Oh, you're back."

Without even needing to hear the voices, Yaehoshi knew who said each of the four sentences.

The first sentence, with a flat tone and no emotion, was from Miko Yotsuya.

The second sentence, with an upbeat tone, cheering, and even rushing to cook for him, was from the culinary world's lethal poison master, Yui Yuigahama, who was cute and had爆表-level emotional intelligence.

The third sentence, although it sounded very 평탄, revealed a gentle and virtuous wife-like temperament, was from Mai Sakurajima.

And the fourth sentence, although it didn't say anything, inexplicably revealed a kind of dissatisfaction, as if questioning where he had been messing around today, even though it was the weekend, and why he had come back so late without spending time with her, was from Rio Futaba.

"Eh? All four of you are here."

Yaehoshi glanced around, eventually focusing his gaze on Miko Yotsuya and Yui Yuigahama, and said with a light smile.

"It's the weekend. I can understand Mai and Rio not going home, but the two of you clearly have parents with you. Why don't you go back and see them?"

"Ah, don't mention it..."

Hearing Yaehoshi mention her parents, Yui Yuigahama immediately changed from her previous cheerful and happy state to her dumpling-exclusive frowning face, and sighed heavily.

"Recently, every time I go home, my mom urges me to study hard, saying that my friends around me have pretty good grades. If I don't work hard, I won't be able to get into the same university after graduating from high school. It's such a headache."

"My situation is similar."

Miko Yotsuya lay on the sofa, her two fair little feet resting on Rio Futaba's lap. Although Rio Futaba kept pushing them away, she kept stretching them out, obviously deliberately teasing Rio Futaba.

"In another month, it'll be the graduation ceremony for the seniors. When that time comes..."

Just as Miko Yotsuya was halfway through her sentence, Yaehoshi suddenly interrupted and began to wail.

"Mai-senpai, my Mai-senpai! Without you, how will I survive?"

"You're starting again, aren't you?"

Mai Sakurajima rolled her eyes, raised her fair little foot that was originally on the wooden floor, gently stepped on Yaehoshi's foot, and said through gritted teeth.

"I'm graduating, not dying. You're putting on an act. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were holding a funeral for me."

"Let's interview Ms. Mai Sakurajima, who is about to graduate from high school and whose cultural level is already too high to be a member of the band. What are your thoughts at this moment?"

Mai Sakurajima: "...I want to punch you twice."

After scaring Yaehoshi with those words, Mai Sakurajima sighed slightly, sounding somewhat sentimental.

"Ah, I didn't expect time to pass so quickly. From the time I met you all to high school graduation, it feels like the blink of an eye. The first time I saw Miko and Yaehoshi on the rooftop, it felt like it was just yesterday."

"Yeah."

Yaehoshi nodded, also using a very emotional tone.

"At that time, Miko even mistook you for a female ghost."

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Mai Sakurajima frowned slightly, looking at Miko Yotsuya with a wry smile.

"No... Although I'm not a very narcissistic person, my appearance... isn't so bad that you would mistake me for an evil spirit, is it?"

"No, Mai-senpai, that was a misunderstanding..."

Remembering the first time he met Mai Sakurajima, Yotsuya Miko felt a little awkward and couldn't help but find it a bit funny, explaining with a smile.

“Mai-senpai, the first thing you said to me when we first met was, ‘Can you guys see me?’ At that time, I wasn’t a psychic or anything, and I was in a stage of being very afraid of evil spirits. You came up to me and said a line like that, and I didn’t know you were suffering from puberty syndrome at the time, so I was definitely scared out of my wits.”

“So that’s how it was…”

After Mai Sakurajima finished speaking, Rio Futaba tried once again to push Miko Yotsuya's leg off her thigh, but to no avail. She could only sigh with a hint of helplessness before joining the conversation.

“Yeah, in the beginning, Yosho used the right to freely use the activity room as bait to trick me into joining, saying that he suffered from severe chuunibyou… At that time, I actually believed it, sigh…”

“If you think about it carefully…”

Yui Yuigahama said thoughtfully.

“Apart from Yagami Light and Miyamoto Musashi, Yosho was present every time one of the psychics we know, on our side, awakened their soul manifestation power… Could it be that this is also the so-called protagonist's qualification?”

“Incorrect.”

Yosho waved his hand and explained earnestly.

“In the end, I’m just a mirror. Only through this mirror can you see your true selves. As for the awakening of soul manifestation, that’s just a side effect.”

“You’re a mirror? Are you kidding me?”

Rio Futaba pushed up her glasses and said in a calm tone.

“If I ever become as abstract as you and do something so embarrassing in public without batting an eye, I’ll hang myself.”

Yosho chuckled and retorted without showing any weakness.

“Well, it’ll be easy for you to hang yourself. A ceiling beam that’s more than 1.6 meters off the ground is enough.”

“You!”

Rio Futaba, having been subjected to such a direct attack on her height, couldn't help but feel a little defeated, and said angrily.

“I… I won’t be this short forever. I’ll definitely grow taller in the future!”

“Rio, don’t fantasize.”

Miko Yotsuya got up from the sofa and sat up, reaching out to gently pat the top of Rio Futaba's head, teasing with a smile.

“You’ve been this tall since I met you. It’s been over a year, and you haven’t grown even half a centimeter, so let’s not fantasize, okay?”

“Damn it…”

Rio Futaba bit her silver teeth lightly, and suddenly looked at Yosho, who was standing there gloating, and said resentfully.

“It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault! Why can’t special training make me taller!?”

Yosho looked surprised.

“Wow, my dear sister, you’re really good at shifting the blame. You can blame me for not growing taller?”

“I’m blaming you! I’m blaming you!”

“Alright, blame me. You’re already like this, why shouldn’t I indulge you? By the way, where are the others? Why aren’t they back yet, it’s so late?”

Hearing Yosho's question, Mai Sakurajima replied.

“Oh, Yukino and her sister went back to Chiba. Honoka and Menma ran to Shoko’s house to play. Hime went to Saki’s house. Haruna and Mitsuha took advantage of the weekend to go to Osaka for a trip. Kazusa’s mother is back, and Yukina was invited to have dinner together, so she probably won’t be back tonight. Shoko went home. Garuda also has something to do. Kurisu and Maho Hiyajo said that they encountered a bottleneck in their research project, so they’re working overtime at the research institute tonight.”

Yosho nodded and glanced at Yui Yuigahama meaningfully.

“That’s good, everyone has a bright future.”

Yui Yuigahama looked guilty.

“No… I mean, you can say it… but why are you staring at me…”

Rio Futaba picked up the freshly brewed coffee and took a sip, saying calmly.

“Because you’re the only one who hasn’t decided on your life goal yet.”

The idea king Yosho had a flash of inspiration and suggested.

“Eh? Why don’t you participate in a food competition?”

Mai Sakurajima was a little incredulous when she heard this.

“Food competition… Dango? Are you kidding me?”

“With her cooking skills, she has to participate in a food competition.”

Yosho explained earnestly.

“If you don’t eat it, you won’t be able to eliminate me. If you eat it, you’ll be plunged into hellish torment. This can be called a conspiracy, and when the judges eat the dango dish, their wonderful expressions will definitely make the show’s ratings and attention skyrocket. She will definitely be eliminated and won’t affect the other contestants’ advancement. Alas, only a world where the judges are hurt will be achieved!”

Rio Futaba gave a precise and incisive retort.

“How much do you hate the judges on food shows…”

… …

The next day, in the morning, outside the train station.

“Yosho-sama, I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.”

Hearing Ruka Urushibara’s voice, Yosho, who was originally scrolling through his phone, looked up and saw that the other party had obviously dressed up specially today. A black thin-lined bow was tied around her fair neck. Her black short hair was adorned with a hair accessory that was simple but exuded a silly cuteness. Her upper body was a short-sleeved shirt with a jacket, and her lower body was a pair of dark-colored capri jeans, paired with a pair of delicate small boots.

Although not as dazzling as Hime Kitagawa or Yui Yuigahama’s gyaru attire, Ruka Urushibara’s outfit was very much in line with the feeling she gave off, which was timid, lacking in confidence, but full of cuteness, with a sense of fragility that made one feel pity.

“Since we’re out on a date, there’s no need to add the title ‘-sama’. How about… as lovers, you can just call me by my name from now on.”

“O… Okay…”

Ruka Urushibara first responded, then her pretty face flushed slightly, and she covered her chest with her hand, her eyes flickering, and she peeked at Yosho with a timid gaze like a little rabbit, and said cautiously.

“Yo… Yosho…”

“That’s right.”

Yosho reached out and took Ruka Urushibara’s hand, his gaze involuntarily glancing at a certain part of the other party, and couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.

“With your addition, a certain famous flat-chested classmate will definitely feel very relieved.”

“Eh? Are you… talking about Yukino-shita-san?”