Master of the Machete Style Manga

Chapter 64 Eyes Meet
Da da da……

The footsteps were crisp and clear.

Sakamoto Ken, who had been chatting and laughing just moments before, froze instantly with a smile on his face.

Mikazuki Haruna walked over step by step, her gaze fixed on Sakamoto Ken's face.

No, you didn't say she was coming!
The host greeted Mikazuki Haruna, but she didn't notice at all. All the surrounding noises were automatically filtered out; she only had eyes for one person at that moment.

Haruna Mikazuki walked straight to the double sofa where Ken Sakamoto was, stopped, and said, "Ken-sensei Sakamoto, nice to meet you. Please take care of me."

The girl's voice was clear and crisp, without any hint of surprise or delight.

Ken Sakamoto still remembers how excited Mio Natsume was when he first met her this time.

She chased him all the way from the exam hall entrance to the school gate, almost pinning him against the wall to confess her feelings.

Although Mikazuki Haruna's emotions are not as outwardly expressive as Natsume Mio's, this is still too calm.

Ken Sakamoto controlled his facial expression, trying to calmly respond to the girl's gaze.

In fact, Mikazuki Haruna was incredibly excited.

However, backstage just now, I had already confirmed through the monitor screen that Sakamoto Ken looked exactly like the man I had been longing for.

The conversation between the host, the editor, and him lasted nearly twenty minutes, which was enough time for Mikazuki Haruna to calm down.

A slight smile played on her lips as she said to Ken Sakamoto, "I'm one of your readers~"

After saying that, she tilted her head slightly, pointed to the sofa, and said, "Could you move aside a bit?"

Kenjiro Sakamoto glanced at Keiko Kaji, who responded with a slightly apologetic smile.

These were all arrangements made by the editor-in-chief, and she followed the editor-in-chief's instructions not to tell her that March Spring was going to attend.

After all, in Keiko Kaji's view, this was just a normal interview between two writers, something JUMP had done before, nothing special.

But March Spring requested that it be kept secret beforehand, like a tearful reunion segment of a variety show...

Perhaps it's because she genuinely enjoys Sakamoto-sensei's works? Kaji Keiko didn't think about it in detail, but just assumed that was probably the case.

Ken Sakamoto now understands why he also has a two-seater sofa on his side.

He silently moved to the other side of the sofa until he leaned against the armrest.

Haruna gently lifted her skirt and gracefully sat down beside him.

The two-seater sofa wasn't spacious, just wide enough for one person to sit on a cushion. When the two of them sat like this, there was less than 20 centimeters between them, and they could already clearly smell that particularly familiar fragrance.

Ken Sakamoto initially thought he might subconsciously feel nervous or sweaty, but he actually remained quite calm.

Looking back, it was probably all thanks to Natsume Mio.

On the day the exams ended, he was still as frightened as a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow.

I was actually quite nervous when I first met her at the convenience store.

But after a few more encounters, and even when she came to my house to deliver lunch, that feeling gradually faded away.

When Ken Sakamoto noticed that after Haruna sat down, she didn't look at the camera, but instead turned her head to the side, her bright eyes brazenly scrutinizing his profile.

Judging from her eyes and her reaction, there is no doubt that she also possesses those memories.

Like Natsume Mio, she probably has memories, but they are incomplete, and she only thinks it was a dream.

The hosts, Onodera and Kajieko, were clearly unaware of the subtle tension between the two, and they continued with the live broadcast.

"Two authors who were serializing their works at the same time have met in our live stream!" Onodera exclaimed, trying to liven up the atmosphere. "Mitsuki Haru-sensei, what prompted you to come to our live stream today?"

"I heard that Professor Ken Sakamoto was going to do a live broadcast, so I contacted the editor-in-chief, who quickly agreed to arrange for me to participate as well."

Several questions were posed in succession, and Haruna answered them all fluently, but her gaze kept drifting intentionally or unintentionally toward Ken Sakamoto beside her.

"Since you two admire each other's work and are also the most watched competitors on the JUMP+ platform, is there anything you want to say to each other now?"

Mikazuki Haruna was the first to face the camera, flashing a sweet and innocent smile.

“Actually, I decided to join at the last minute,” Haruna Mikazuki said. “I’ve been following Chainsaw Man so much, and I really wanted to take this opportunity to say hello to Sakamoto-sensei, that’s all.” She waved at the camera and said, “By the way, please also support my work, ‘Young Lady, Sniper Rifle, and Pantyhose!’ I recently redrawn some of the previous chapters of the manga, so even those who have read it before will find something new and exciting~”

Just a greeting, that's all?

Ken Sakamoto's gaze swept over her imperceptibly.

My gaze naturally moved downwards, landing on her thighs, which were covered in black silk fabric.

These pantyhose... he recognized them.

The fabric has a very delicate diamond pattern, which looks like a faint texture and feels silky smooth with a slight raised feel. It also has a special luster under the light.

Last week, she wore these pantyhose when she came to urge me to finish my manuscript.

While complaining about why she hadn't finished drawing yet, she kept rubbing her toes against his leg, disturbing his work.

Then... Sakamoto Ken put down his pen, pinned the guy to the sofa, and gave him a good scolding.

He accidentally tore a long rip in these not-so-cheap pantyhose.

After it was all over, it was thrown into the trash can.

Okay, so these pantyhose have been reborn too.

Just as he was lost in thought, a comment suddenly appeared in the live stream's comment section.

"Did you guys see Jian Ge's eyes? Was he staring at Teacher Sanyue Chun's thighs?"

"I took a screenshot! She's definitely watching!"

"Director, move the camera down a bit, you can't see the legs!"

"The photographer's chicken leg is gone too!"

Ken Sakamoto caught a glimpse of the scrolling comments on the monitor out of the corner of his eye, then immediately looked away and stared directly at the camera in front of him.

Haruna Mikazuki, who was standing next to him, had obviously seen those comments as well.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Ken Sakamoto with a half-smile.

No? Why are you looking at me like that? Do you really think I was looking at your legs just now?

These stockings just looked familiar, which reminded me of some past events and evoked some emotions, but that's all.

"Cough cough!"

The hosts, Onodera and Keiko Kaji, also saw the comments. Although they didn't see exactly how the male author looked at the female author's thighs, they immediately tried to smooth things over.

We can't let the audience continue discussing this topic in the comments, otherwise Sakamoto Ken will be labeled as a pervert.

Keiko Kaji said, "Mitsuki Haru's artwork is very beautiful, and it is scheduled to be published in Weekly Shonen Jump. In addition to supporting Chainsaw Man, everyone should also pay more attention to Mitsuki Haru's manga."

Onodera looked at the inscription card in his hand, then at the time.

The scheduled live stream time was almost up, so after exchanging a few pleasantries, she turned the conversation to her closing remarks.

Finally, he waved to the camera and said, "Thank you for watching. That's all for today's live stream!"

Thank you for watching!

See you next time!

"Goodbye~"

The four of them waved goodbye to the camera together.

The "Broadcasting" sign in front of the live broadcast room went out, and the photographer turned off the camera.

Keiko Kaji stood up and walked towards Ken Sakamoto.

However, she noticed that neither of the two people on the sofa had moved.

They remained in the same position, sitting quietly, their eyes meeting.

(End of this chapter)