Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki stared at his phone screen in silence for a long time.

The club room was unusually quiet.

The wind blew in through the window, lifting the girl's long hair by her ears, and the pages of the book rustled as they turned.

She was reading a book.

A book about group psychology and social identity.

What a coincidence.

Or rather, it wasn't a coincidence at all.

Because at this moment, the collective psychology on the school forum has been presented to her in an extremely abstract, extremely distorted, and extremely inconsistent with normal human aesthetics and logic.

[Vote on the final fate of the mysterious gigolo]

First place.

Yamamoto ancestors.

Sixty-seven point three percent.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi stared at the name, his gaze gradually turning cold.

Yamamoto ancestors.

Evil rice ball.

That strange creature who said a bunch of stupid things at the cafeteria entrance, but was so scared by one look from her that she slid down to her knees and apologized.

How come that thing got more votes than her?

Miyazaki Kiyoshi put down the book in his hand without expression.

Snapped.

The sound was very soft.

But the air in the classroom seemed to freeze for a moment.

"boring."

The girl spoke.

His tone remained calm as always.

But if Shido Kuroba were here, he would definitely see the status on the girl's head being updated rapidly.

[Current state: Confused, bewildered, incomprehensible, unable to understand why I lost to the evil rice ball.]

[Current Status: Self-correction, re-analyzing the voting logic, suspecting this is a higher-level plan orchestrated by Kuroba Shido to attract his attention.]

Current status: Angry.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi narrowed his eyes.

She wasn't angry because she received fewer votes.

Absolutely not.

She simply couldn't understand it.

Even if Kuroba Shido, this strange alien, has many abnormal behaviors, unconventional logics, and shameless statements, he should not be associated with Yamamoto Sento in this way.

This is not logical.

It doesn't conform to aesthetics.

This also contradicts her judgment of the mosaic image of Shido Kuroba.

That alien classmate is indeed chaotic.

But it's not so chaotic that people like rice balls yet.

"So, is this a tactic used by the news department?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi spoke softly.

She picked up her phone again and scrolled through the comments below the post.

Noah's Spark is true love!

[Spare the rod and spoil the child; the wicked rice ball reaches the top with tears in its eyes.]

Miyazaki lost; she lost to a rice ball.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi paused at the tip of his finger.

She looked at the words "lost".

a long time.

"absurd."

The girl closed the book and stood up from her seat.

She won't lose.

It certainly won't lose to a rice ball.

This is neither a matter of feelings nor a matter of voting.

This is a matter of dignity.

It is a matter of human aesthetic order.

The question is whether the ecological environment around our alien classmates needs to be cleaned up.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi picked up his book and walked towards the door.

She paused when she reached the door.

"Kuroba-kun."

The girl's eyes were aloof.

"It seems you need to re-explain what it means to have the best relationship with someone."

……

Archery.

whoosh-

The arrow pierced the air.

Right in the bull's eye.

Onodera Zannen remained in the posture he had just adopted after releasing the arrow, his eyes calm and his breathing perfectly steady.

The archery club members around them watched with wide eyes.

"As expected of the Minister, you're amazing!"

"So handsome, so beautiful, I wish I could be the bow in the minister's hand."

"Wake up, someone like you will only become a target at best."

"A target isn't out of the question, you know, getting hit by the minister or something, hehe..."

Onodera Zannen ignored the strange noises around him.

She simply took the arrow, nocked the bow, and drew the string quietly.

The movements were so precise they looked like a textbook example.

Quiet.

elegant.

Sharp.

It looks like a knife wrapped in silk.

Just as the next arrow was about to be released, a girl from the archery club rushed over with her phone in hand.

"Minister, Minister, something terrible has happened!"

Onodera Zannen's fingers stopped.

The arrow was not fired.

She slowly turned her head and looked gently at the girl.

"What's wrong?"

The sound was very soft.

Still gentle.

The girl handed over her phone.

"It's Kuroba-kun's vote, the final vote for that mysterious gigolo, and you're on it too, Captain!"

Onodera Zanne's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Shidou-san?"

She took the phone.

At first glance, she saw the name Kuroba Shido.

The second time I looked, I saw my own name.

On my third glance, I saw the first place.

Yamamoto ancestors.

Onodera's echoing tone quieted down.

The archery club members were still chattering away nearby.

"Who is this Yamamoto Ancestral Master?"

"It seems to be a friend of Kuroba's class, that evil rice ball head."

"They even got more votes than the minister! This is unacceptable!"

"Wait, does this mean everyone's shipping Kuroba and Yamamoto?"

Click.

The arrow in Onodera Zannen's hand broke.

The sound wasn't loud.

But it's very crisp.

The archery club fell silent instantly.

The girl, who had just been joking, turned pale.

"Minister?"

Onodera Zannen glanced down at the broken arrow in his hand, a faint apologetic smile on his face.

"Sorry, it was a slip of the hand."

Everyone: "..."

Accidental slip of the hand?

Did the arrow break like that?

Onodera Zannen put the broken arrow aside and picked up a new one.

This time, she didn't shoot immediately.

She simply stared quietly at the bullseye in the distance.

Yamamoto ancestors.

Of course she knew the name.

The noisy friend of Shido.

harmless.

madness.

abstract.

No threat.

That's how it should have been.

But now this harmless guy has been put in first place in the vote.

Although it was just a joke.

Although it was just a prank.

Although it was just some idle chatter among students.

but……

Onodera's residual sound filled the bowstring.

His eyes were calm.

"Jokes can sometimes become reality."

whoosh-

The arrow pierced the air.

Right in the bull's eye.

The arrow's fletching was still trembling slightly.

The next second, another arrow was shot out.

The second arrow pierced through the tail of the first arrow, splitting the arrow that was originally stuck in the bullseye.

Everyone in the archery club gasped.

Onodera Zannen slowly lowered his bow, a gentle, faint smile still on his face.

That concludes today's training.

"Huh? Minister, but it's not time yet..."

"I have something to take care of."

The girl put the bow away, picked up her coat, and her movements remained incredibly elegant!

Everyone in the Archery Club: "..."

understood.

You can't stop them at a time like this.

If you try to stop them, you might get shot right in the bullseye.

……

The Jingu family.

In a spacious room.

Jingu Yoshiko was lying face down on the tatami mat, looking like a corpse.

A true corpse lying down.

With her face buried in the soft cushion, she looked like a beautiful salted fish that had lost its dreams, with only one hand stubbornly moving around on Da Mei's body.

Da Mei lay face down next to him, her belly up and her four legs spread out relaxed.

While giving Daimi a full-body massage, Miko Jingu idly scrolled through her phone.

"Oh... Da Mei, you're the best."

"They won't call me an old woman, they won't threaten me with a gun, and they certainly won't say I'm useless..."

Jingu Miko sniffed, her tone pitiful. She and Daimi were relying on each other in the room. The dark circles under her eyes hadn't completely disappeared, and she was still dressed in the limited edition outfit of the Dragon Kingdom's national treasure!

"Why can't Xiao Qingqing be as well-behaved as you?"

Da Mei: "..."

Da Mei rolled over.

He turned his buttocks towards Miko Jingu.

Miko Kamiya: "???"

"Da Mei, what do you mean?"

As if she had suffered a huge blow, Jingu Yoshiko collapsed back onto the tatami mat with a thud.

"There's no place for me in this family anymore..."

Despite saying that, his hands didn't stop; he continued to massage Da Mei's belly while simultaneously using his other hand to scroll through his phone.

refresh.

refresh.

Refresh again.

then.

Shinmiya Yoshiko's fingers stopped.

She blinked.

Looking at the title on my phone screen.

[Shocking! The final results of the poll for the mysterious gigolo are in! The evil rice ball-headed guy has won by an overwhelming margin!]

Image included.

Kuroba Shido struck Yamamoto Akira on the head with a stick.

The text below is in bold.

[Spare the rod and spoil the child; Noah's Spark is true love!]

Miko Jingu: "..."

Quiet.

Utter silence.

Daimei seemed to sense that the massage had stopped, and gently nudged Jingu Miko's hand with her paw.

Yoshiko Jingu did not respond.

Three seconds later.

She suddenly sprang up from the tatami mat.

"Oh no, Da Mei!"

Da Mei was so frightened that she jumped up, her ears perked up, and the fur on her body almost turned colorless from fright...

"Something terrible has happened!"

Shingu Miko held up her phone, her eyes wide open.

"Little Qingqing's house has been raided!"

Da Mei: "???"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jingu Miko, clutching her phone, rushed outside barefoot, without even putting on slippers. Halfway there, she reversed back into the parking space, ran back, grabbed Daimi from the tatami mat, stuffed her into her chest, and then continued running and shouting.

"Little Qingqing!"

"Little Qingqing, something terrible has happened!"

"Your man got stolen by that rice ball!"

"You lost to a man!!!"