Kaguya-sama: Love Is War wants me to turn myself in.

"I'm not going to say anything more." Fujiwara Chika put her hands on her hips, her gaze quickly hardening. "Let's go do the mission."

Sooner or later, the task must be completed. Since that's the case, let's get it done now.

Speechless all the way.

The two quickly arrived at the entrance of the inpatient department, and went down the fire escape to the second basement level.

"There are so many underground floors in the inpatient ward." The air was eerily cold, and Fujiwara Chika unconsciously hugged Amamiya Natsuki's arm, whispering, "Is it like this in real life too?"

“It should be,” said Natsuki Amamiya. “As it stands, the hospital layout is exactly the same as in reality.”

The two of them walked down the road and soon arrived at the morgue. Because they were both wearing white coats and masks, they made it smoothly without encountering any obstacles.

Only an old man in a security guard uniform sat at the entrance, swaying back and forth on a reclining chair, with a radio beside him, from which mournful music occasionally drifted out.

As Natsuki Amamiya and Chika Fujiwara passed by, the security guard suddenly raised his hand, blocking their way, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Stop right there. No unauthorized personnel are allowed in unless they have proof."

"Huh?" Fujiwara Chika was taken aback and couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't we need proof to enter and exit before?"

"Recently, many people in the hospital have suddenly become very strange," the security guard said slowly. "To prevent theft, unauthorized personnel are now not allowed to enter."

Steal my ass! It's completely empty inside, there's nothing there, what are you going to steal!

The security guard slowly raised his head. His skin was sallow, and he was emaciated, clearly resembling one of the zombies from Call of Duty's Zombies mode. His voice was hoarse as he said:

What are you doing going in there?

Natsuki Amamiya lowered her voice and said:

"Actually... we came here for a date."

"Eh eh eh?"

Fujiwara Chika looked over in surprise.

That's such a lame excuse! Who would go on a date in a morgue? It's more like a test of courage!

The security guard looked shocked: "You two came here on a date?"

Amamiya Natsuki took out a bottle of wine, handed it to the security guard, and whispered:

"I've already been on dates in other places, so I want to find some excitement."

Fujiwara Chika looked over speechlessly: Going to a morgue for a date and looking for excitement, that's perverted!

"These young people nowadays... they really know how to have fun." The security guard sighed, took the drinks from Amamiya Natsuki, and waved his hand, saying, "You guys can go in now."

"..."

Entering the morgue.

As soon as Fujiwara Chika closed the door, she couldn't help but say, "Why did you say you wanted to come on a date? You clearly had many reasons, didn't you?"

“The reason doesn’t matter. That security guard knows very well that there’s nothing in the morgue.” Amamiya Natsuki shook her head. “The important thing is to give him a benefit.”

Amamiya Natsuki pondered:

"If you're the only one doing the task, and the rewards are good enough, that security guard might just lie down and let you do the task."

"I do not want it."

Fujiwara Chika quickly shook her head in disgust. She could accept Natsuki, but she couldn't accept anyone else, especially a withered zombie security guard.

Thinking about it this way, Fujiwara Chika suddenly understood, pointed her finger, and said:

"Hurry up and lie down, finish the task as soon as possible, and go back sooner."

"Ah."

Amamiya Natsuki agreed, walked to the bedside, and began to take off her clothes.

"Take off your disguise first... it looks really awkward," Fujiwara Chika reminded her.

Natsuki Amamiya asked softly, "Body or soul, which would you choose?"

Fujiwara Chika raised her chin: "I'm sorry, I choose the body... wait, wait a minute, you don't need to take off that dress, right?"

“As an embalmer, there should be no distinction between genders.” Natsuki Amamiya had already removed her disguise. “You don’t have to take it off, but the mission might have to be done all over again… The choice is yours.”

Fujiwara Chika gently bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then quickly made a decision, blushing as she turned to look away, and said:

"Stop talking, just lie down!"

It was necessary for the mission, there was no other way...

Amamiya Natsuki lay down and said:

"Close your eyes and don't look around."

Fujiwara Chika said speechlessly:

"So how do I complete the mission?"

"I was just saying," Natsuki Amamiya retorted, "just letting you experience how I usually feel."

Fujiwara Chika turned her head to look at her, her gaze flickering for a moment before quickly shifting away, not daring to look any longer: "You're a boy, not a girl."

“Discrimination, severe gender discrimination.” Natsuki Amamiya looked up at the sky. “I demand gender equality.”

Snapped.

Fujiwara Chika couldn't resist reaching out and patting Amamiya Natsuki on the shoulder:

"Don't talk, I'm going to start the mission."

"..."

Nothing was said that night... nothing at all.

Ten or twenty minutes later, the novice mortician's role-playing task was successfully completed.

Amamiya Natsuki is in good condition.

Unfortunately, the secretary suffered a severe mental shock. He was dazed and confused, with his head down, face flushed, and hands clutching the hem of his clothes. He obediently followed behind Amamiya Natsuki as they walked out of the morgue.

The zombie security guard was still sitting in his chair when he saw Fujiwara Chika's expression, and a look of shock appeared on his dry face.

It's not just talk; it's downright inhuman!

Speechless all the way.

On the way back, the secretary didn't say much until they got back to the restaurant, when he recovered—what's done is done, and there's no going back. At times like this, it's better to put it out of your mind and think about it tomorrow.

"Chika-chan, you're back?"

After the restaurant was tidied up, a corner space was cleared out. The senior student was training with Hai Meng. When she saw the two of them return, her eyes lit up. "Did you complete the mission?"

"Ahem..." Fujiwara Chika coughed lightly, feeling her ears burning. "The role mission is complete. Like my senior, you can submit it now or stay."

Kitagawa Kaimu said from the side:

"Chika-chan's task is so easy, but my task is so hard. I'm exhausted from practicing dancing."

It's not easy at all; it's actually incredibly tough!

Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but think to herself, "If we could exchange character quests, I would have done it with you already!"

"Chika-chan, do you have anything else to do now?" Tsubame asked. "You can practice with us. A two-person idol group is still too small."

"give it to me."

Fujiwara Chika readily agreed.

It's time to use exercise and sweat to drive away the strange images in your mind!

Amamiya Natsuki began to speak:

"Have Kaguya and Hanamori returned yet?"

"I'm back already," Zian Yan nodded. "I caught a lot of fish, they're all in the kitchen. I was planning to help, but Kaguya said it's important for me to focus on practicing my dance right now."

“It is indeed very important. As a chance encounter, you can lip-sync, but you can’t fake dancing.” Amamiya Natsuki nodded. “You guys continue practicing. I’ll go check on the kitchen.”

"Go ahead, junior."

"..."

Amamiya Natsuki walked alone towards the kitchen.

Passing through the side door in the corner, I entered the kitchen, where a fishy smell wafted towards me.

"I'm back." Natsuki Amamiya walked into the kitchen, greeted the girls, and then asked, "How many fish did you catch?"

“Thirteen fish in total.” Kaguya Shinomiya crossed her arms. “After we ran out of bait, we didn’t catch any more fish.”

"That's about enough. Let's go fishing again later." Natsuki Amamiya nodded and looked towards the catch.

These fish vary in size, but they all share one common characteristic: they are ugly. Their ugliness is unique and bizarre, making one wonder if they grew up in nuclear wastewater.

Amamiya Natsuki said:

"What kind of dish do you plan to make with these fish?"

"Sashimi and grilled fish, please." Zhu Zhu wrinkled her little nose, clearly disliking the fishy smell in the air. "Let's use the most common way of eating it."

Natsuki Amamiya put on the Dark Chef's badge and walked over, saying:

"I'm here to help."

There were several people in the kitchen, but not many actually did any work. The silly young lady never lifted a finger in the kitchen; she had never even made instant noodles by herself since she was a child. Hayasaka Ai was just slacking off the whole time, and Zhu Zhu was just taking a shortcut. The only people who actually took care of the fish were Komi and Yui.

Sure enough, the more obedient and honest a person is, the more work they do.

With Natsuki Amamiya joining the team, efficiency has improved rapidly.

After a while.

"Phew...finally done."

"The fishy smell is awful."

I don't want to eat fish for the next month.

"..."

Natsuki Amamiya washed her hands, looked at Kaguya, and suggested: