Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk.

detail.

Then he wrote down two more words.

responsibility.

He turned around and looked at all the newlyweds.

What you are seeing today is not a game.

"It's something that happens every day in banking."

"Someone will bring the mistake to you."

"Some people will hide the risks in thick documents."

"The customer won't tell you where he made a mistake."

"They won't call you in advance to notify you of bad debts."

Takafumi Todo put down the chalk.

"Therefore, the value of bank employees lies in seeing problems where others cannot see them."

After he finished speaking, his gaze lingered for a moment on Kiryu Yaya, Arima Kishou, and Sasaki Kenta.

"That concludes today's training."

"Return to your respective departments this afternoon."

Meeting adjourned.

[World line converging - fork two selected]

[A cash reward of €2 has been deposited into the bank account]

Current bank account balance: €713,200

Kiryu Yaya looked at the system notification and was in a fairly good mood.

If you can earn 20,000 euros every time you are challenged by a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).

That kind of challenge isn't something that can't be repeated a few times.

Chapter 40 People fear becoming famous, just as pigs fear growing fat.

After the training ended, the newcomers left the training room one after another.

Kenta Sasaki did not leave immediately.

He stood there, arms crossed, looking as serious as if he were experiencing a major turning point in his life.

Arima Kishou packed up his documents and prepared to leave.

"gone."

"Wait a moment."

Kenta Sasaki suddenly spoke up.

Arima Kishou stopped in his tracks.

Kenta Sasaki looked at Yaya Kiryu not far away, his voice low and somber:

"Arima, I admit, he's very strong."

"Ah."

"But today is only the first battle."

"Ah."

"I won't give up like this."

"Ah."

"I will protect Yayoi-san's smile."

Arima Kishou glanced at him for two seconds.

"Sasaki."

"how?"

"You should let Yayoi-san know that you like her first."

"..."

Kenta Sasaki fell silent again.

On the other side, Mizuna Yayoi, holding a notebook, walked slowly to Yaya Kiryu.

Because there were other newcomers around, she didn't address them as "seniors" as she would in private, but tried her best to remain natural.

"Kiryu-kun."

"Ok?"

"Lunch break...the usual place, is that alright?"

She spoke softly, but her cheeks still flushed slightly.

Kiryu Yaya nodded.

"can."

"Then I'll go to the cafeteria to save a seat."

"it is good."

Mizuna Yayoi, clutching her notebook, left with light, quick steps.

Kenta Sasaki stood not far away, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

The usual spot?

Lunch break?

May I?

These words, when combined, caused him immense harm.

He stiffly turned his head to look at Arima Kishou.

"Arima."

"Ah."

Did you hear that?

"heard it."

What does "the usual place" mean?

Arima Kishou adjusted his glasses.

"It's most likely a place where we often eat together."

Kenta Sasaki clutched his chest.

"Why can you say such cruel things so calmly?"

"Because it's true."

Kenta Sasaki took a deep breath.

"No."

He suddenly perked up.

"I need to check."

Arima Kishou looked at him.

"Confirm what?"

"It has been confirmed that they are just ordinary colleagues."

"What if it isn't?"

Kenta Sasaki was silent for a second.

"Then I need to find out if I still have a chance."

Arima Kishou said calmly:

"You're very strong."

"of course."

"Put on your clown hat."

"Shut up."

……

Lunchtime in the cafeteria.