Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

After Chiya Mio left, Fujiwara Matsu went to the plaza in front of the school, where the report cards were distributed.

Since it was only a rough memory, Fujiwara Matsu decided to confirm it first to avoid any mistakes before going to investigate further.

His goal was to get the second-year students' report cards, so he didn't even glance at the first-year students' report cards. However, the first two names on the report cards were Chiya Mio and her.

The other person got full marks in all subjects. Fujiwara Matsu worked hard, but because of his talent, he still missed a few points in a few subjects. But now, that won't happen.

Fujiwara Matsu found Ichinomiya Satsuki's name without any effort; it was the first name of the second-year students, and like Chiya Mio, she also got perfect scores in all subjects.

His gaze lingered on the other person's name—Ichinomiya Satsuki, Class 2-A.

First place in the second year.

It seems quite normal for someone who gets perfect scores in all subjects to be seen as a rival by Chiya Mio, who also ranked first and got perfect scores. But Fujiwara Matsu knew that this alone was far from enough.

I was just a little short of second place, and at the very beginning, I didn't even catch Chiya Mio's eye. Chiya Mio's standards weren't that low.

His gaze shifted from Ichinomiya Satsuki's name to Chiya Mio's name, and then to his own.

As a freshman who had only recently entered the academy, he didn't know much about the sophomores, but some people did.

Archery.

Just as Shiratori Saki said, she was indeed the only one practicing here.

This time, his attention was drawn to Shiratori Saki's bag, which was placed by the dressing room door with a doll hanging on it—a gift he had given her over the weekend.

It was that familiar series of sounds again. Fujiwara Matsu turned his head to look. No matter how many times he saw it, he was always frightened by the scene. It hurt just looking at it.

This time, the arrow did not hit the bullseye accurately, as if the archer had been distracted for some reason, causing the arrow to miss.

"Fujiwara-kun, what brings you here?"

"Huh? Didn't Shiratori-senpai say I could come anytime? Aren't you welcome?"

These words made her shake her head vigorously, vehemently denying it.

"No, it's not that I'm not welcome, it's just that I'm a little surprised."

"From now on, Shiratori-senpai might have to experience accidents quite often."

Because he was worried that his thoughts would be too obvious, Fujiwara Matsu decided to make small talk and ask casually during the conversation.

"Senior Shiratori, do you come to train every lunch break?"

"Um."

"You're very hardworking. Both times I came to see you, Shiratori-senpai hit the bullseye with ease. You're really amazing."

"No, this time, I missed. I was a little distracted."

She turned her head to the side, not daring to look him directly in the eyes.

"That's still impressive. I can't even draw a bow."

"Would you like to give it a try, Fujiwara-kun? I can teach you!"

Shiratori Saki suddenly turned around, leaned close to him, her eyes full of expectation.

"Um, shall I give it a try?"

He had only intended to chat casually, but he simply couldn't bear to refuse Shiratori Saki.

Following Shiratori Saki, Fujiwara Matsu took his place, the heavy bow in his hand. Seeing how easily Shiratori Saki picked it up, Fujiwara Matsu thought it wasn't heavy at all.

"Fujiwara-kun, stand up straight like this, hold the bow, and extend your arms."

She taught him very diligently, directly adjusting Fujiwara Matsu's posture by supporting his hands and helping him lift them flat.

"Then, take the arrow and nock it on the bowstring like this..."

Shiratori Saki first demonstrated to Fujiwara Matsu, and then, seeing Fujiwara Matsu's less-than-perfect movements, took his hand.

"Pinch it with three fingers and place the arrow fletching on the bowstring."

Thanks to Shiratori Saki's teaching assistance, the two were now pressed tightly together. Shiratori Saki's already distorted values ​​due to the pressure became even more pronounced at this moment, pressing against Fujiwara Matsu's back, the sensation was hard to ignore.

However, Fujiwara Matsu was able to handle this kind of welfare aspect.

More importantly, it was his hands. Shiratori Saki's hand was holding Fujiwara Matsu's hand, and his hand was trembling slightly. He really had no resistance to this kind of thing.

However, Shiratori Saki was completely unaware and held his hand even tighter to help him steady his trembling so as not to affect the bowstring.

"Then, with the bowstring drawn, pull it back to about shoulder height, aim, and release."

Drawing a bow is not easy; it requires exerting force in one breath and then trying to maintain it for a short while, especially since this bow is not flexible.

The arrow flew out of her hand and landed firmly in the bullseye. Shiratori Saki released her support for Fujiwara Matsu, who lowered her hand and took two steps back.

Noticing Fujiwara Matsu's reaction, the maid belatedly realized what she had just done. Buzz, like red ink being dropped into water, a blush instantly spread across her face.

"Thank you, Shiratori-senpai. I think I've learned it."

"Yes, yes, if there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me again. You can also practice at the archery club next time..."

The two sat back down on the chairs in the rest area. Although Fujiwara Matsu was a little hot-headed, recalling the doll on the other person's bag made him even more hot-headed.

Turning his head, he saw Shiratori Saki's fingertips trembling slightly. Her entire hand was red, and he jumped slightly in response.

Dominance level 30% - 31%

But he didn't forget why he was there, and took a few deep breaths.

"Senior Shiratori, you're amazing! You can easily hit the bullseye even when you're a newbie like me."

"No, it's because you have talent, Fujiwara-kun. You can try more in the future."

"By the way, did Shiratori-senpai only study for two years?"

"Speaking solely of archery, yes."

"Two years, wow, that's amazing. By the way, I recently heard the name of a second-year student—Ichinomiya Satsuki, Shiratori-senpai, do you know her?"

Shiratori Saki had been smiling because of Fujiwara Matsu's praise.

But upon hearing the name Ichinomiya, Shiratori Saki instantly showed a look of doubt and wariness, and murmured in a very soft voice:

"Has Ichinomiya-san's reputation spread to the first-year students? That shouldn't be the case..."

However, Fujiwara Matsu was deliberately paying attention to her reaction.

"Fujiwara-kun, where did you hear that name from?"

"Hmm? My friends were discussing it, and they said..."

"Fujiwara-kun, Ichinomiya Satsuki is a rather dangerous person. She has a bad reputation among the second-year students. I heard it from others."

"Some of those who offended him paid a heavy price."

"Junior, stop trying to find out about these things. Even if you're just curious."

A look of worry appeared in Shiratori Saki's eyes, and Fujiwara Matsu nodded;

"Okay, I understand."

Judging from their reactions just now, they clearly know each other, so why are they saying it was someone else who said it...? Even this maid is being so secretive about it?

But why does her name keep appearing on Chiya Mio's phone?

But before that, she said she didn't know where Chiya Mio went during her lunch break.

Fujiwara Matsu did not doubt Shiratori Saki's words. Both times, her reactions were genuine, and Fujiwara Matsu was merely testing her with casual questions, so it was impossible for her to notice.

The pile of secrets only made Fujiwara Matsu more curious about Ichinomiya Satsuki. Her class was on her report card; he could easily find out for himself.

"Senior Shiratori, which class are you in for the second year?"

"Class A, what's wrong?"

If I remember correctly, Ichinomiya Satsuki was also in Class A, right? That's perfect, having Shiratori-senpai as an excuse won't seem abrupt.

"It's okay, just say so. If anything comes up in the future, I'll come to your class to find you."

After chatting for a couple more minutes, Fujiwara Matsu got up. Taking advantage of the lunch break, he planned to go to Class 2-A to see if he could meet Ichinomiya Satsuki.

In Class 2-A, outside the door, through the window, Fujiwara Matsu saw a very conspicuous person. At just one glance, his intuition told him that this was the person, Ichinomiya Satsuki.

Although she sat in the very center of the classroom, the desks and chairs around her were spaced far apart, making her stand out from the others.

Sitting there was a beautiful white-haired girl with her back to him, so his expression was not visible.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, she turned her head and stared straight in his direction.

Her eyes, a deep blue like topaz, were fixed on him without a trace of warmth.

It felt to him like he was looking at an ant.

The other person only glanced at him, and he felt that the corners of the other person's mouth seemed to turn up slightly, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be an illusion.

Why do I feel like she recognized me?

[System Binding]

[Binding successful]

[Task: To gain initial control over Fujiwara Matsu's life]

[Task Reward: 200 System Points]