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

When he came out of the news department, Shido Kuroba felt much more refreshed.

My legs still hurt.

My hands are a little sore too.

Although the broomstick he had just called a golf club had died a glorious death due to the high intensity of professional sports, breaking in two and being left in the news department as a... no, a sports equipment souvenir.

But it's not a big problem.

It was really awesome.

Especially when he saw Kuroda Ryoshin clinging to his leg, crying and calling him "father," saying something like "give me a chance to reform," Kuroba Shido felt like he had been elevated.

So cool.

No wonder these bastards like to use public opinion to bully people.

It turns out that bullying others is really fun!

However, as a poor, kind, virtuous, and law-abiding handsome boy from Tokyo, Kuroba Shido would not usually bully others.

Unless you can't help it.

Da da da……

The three of them walked towards the cafeteria.

Kuroba Shido walked in the middle with a limp, Ito Fusei walked on the left, and Yamamoto Sento walked on the right.

For some reason, even though none of the three of them spoke, their demeanor was inexplicably like that of a group of delinquent teenagers who had just returned from a gang war.

Of course, this is assuming we ignore the rice ball that Yamamoto's father made.

Their momentum could be increased even further.

Ito Fusei remained silent for a while before finally speaking.

"Shidou."

"Um?"

"I realize I may have underestimated you before."

Kuroba Shido raised an eyebrow.

"Now you realize how valuable your godfather really is?"

Ito Fusei did not refute, but instead nodded seriously.

"Um."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

I'm actually a little unaccustomed to your sudden seriousness.

Ito Fusei recalled the scenes that had just unfolded in the news department.

Shido Kuroba smashed Kuroda's cell phone with a stick.

A stick struck Kuroda Ryoshin on the head.

He kicked Kuroda Ryoshin so hard that he slid half a meter away, chair and all.

Finally, in front of all the news department members, they loudly plotted to frame him.

How could this be a weak, timid male chef?

This is clearly the ultimate prince of the gigolo world.

"As expected of you, Shido."

Yamamoto looked on with admiration.

"That aura just now really resembled the male protagonist in 'Gala Gei Muli' who, after turning evil, returns to the villain's lair and mercilessly strikes back at the lowly villains who once humiliated him!"

"Especially that line, 'Who do you think you are?', it was incredibly cool!"

Kuroba Shido waved his hand, his expression indifferent.

"A small matter."

"I'm a kept man, after all."

"Even being a kept man has its dignity, right?"

"How dare outsiders bully me like this?"

"Even if we're going to bully them, we can only..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

Because Kuroba Shido noticed that Ito Fusei and Yamamoto Sento had both stopped in their tracks.

The expressions on their faces suddenly became very strange.

It was like seeing a ghost.

It was like seeing a ghost with a Grim Reaper holding a scythe standing behind it.

Shido Kuroba blinked.

"What's with those expressions on your faces?"

Ito Fusei remained silent.

Yamamoto Shinji remained silent.

The two of them simply and very slowly and stiffly turned their gazes toward what was behind Kuroba Shido.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

not good.

This doesn't feel good.

This is very bad.

This is quite bad.

Kuroba Shido slowly turned his head.

Not far away.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki stood there.

The girl was holding a book and seemed to be reading it with her head down.

At this moment, she closed the book, her slender fingers pressing on the spine, her gaze calmly fixed on Shido Kuroba.

calm.

It's too peaceful.

So calm that Shido Kuroba felt his calm was about to crumble.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at him for a while.

Those cool, clear eyes narrowed slightly.

"Even if you're going to bully someone, what's the only way?"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

It’s over.

I heard you.

Kuroba Shido's brain was working at lightning speed.

Spaghetti should be mixed with No. 42 concrete because the length of this screw can easily affect the excavator's alignment; when the fries hit it, they instantly release high-energy proteins...

Miyazaki Kiyoshi frowned almost imperceptibly.

"You're thinking about meaningless things again."

Kuroba Shido immediately revealed a kind smile.

"Minister, what a coincidence, you're eating in the cafeteria too?"

Kiyoshi Miyazaki did not answer the question.

She simply put the book away and spoke softly.

"Come with me."

The black-feathered warrior asked, "?"

"Where to?"

"Clubs/Associations"

"Clubs?"

Kuroba Shido was taken aback.

"But isn't this not club activity time?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at him.

"That's it now."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

How domineering.

But it makes perfect sense.

If the minister says yes, then that's it.

After all, the name and activities of this club were entirely determined by a single word from Miyazaki Kiyoshi.

Kuroba Shido hesitated slightly.

"Um, Minister, what exactly is this activity?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi spoke calmly.

"Member mental health testing activity".

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

What is a staff mental health assessment activity?

This doesn't sound like a proper activity!

Besides, he's so mentally healthy and cheerful, does a little boy really need a test?

Miyazaki Kiyoshi turned and walked towards the club building.

After taking a couple of steps, he realized that Kuroba Shido wasn't following, so he stopped and turned his head to the side.

"Kuroba-kun."

"Do you need me to repeat it a second time?"

Kuroba Shido's eyes suddenly cleared.

"unnecessary!"

"Minister, please!"

After saying that, Shido Kuroba followed after him with a limp, quite naturally.

There was no resistance whatsoever.

There was no struggle whatsoever.

She even proactively adjusted her pace to try and keep up with Miyazaki Kiyoshi's speed.

Ito Fusei and Yamamoto Sento stood still, watching Kuroba Shido be taken away.

a long time.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Yamamoto patted his chest.

"That scared me to death! Miyazaki-san's aura was terrifying just now."

Ito Fusei nodded.

"really."

Especially the moment Miyazaki Kiyoshi appeared.

Ito Fusei even developed a kind of illusion.

It was as if some kind of higher being had suddenly appeared before these ordinary people.

It wasn't murderous intent.

It wasn't anger.

It's simply a sense of oppression that says, "I've seen through all your stupid actions."

Yamamoto Sōjin spoke with emotion.

"But Shido is really amazing."

"He was able to follow Miyazaki without batting an eye despite her aura."

Ito Fusei paused for a moment.

Is it possible that he wasn't completely unfazed?

"What is that?"

"He's so used to being afraid."

Mr. Yamamoto: "..."

That seems to make sense.

Ito Fusei watched Kuroba Shido's departing figure with a complex expression.

"No matter what, Shido truly deserves to be called the king of gigolos."

"She just beat up Kuroda Conscience in the news department, and now she can seamlessly switch into the department head's obedient employee."

"This kind of mental fortitude is not something that ordinary people possess."

Yamamoto nodded, deeply agreeing.

"really!"

"That's the quality of a leading man."

Ito Fusei glanced at him.

"Stop sucking."

Why?

"Nausea."

Mr. Yamamoto: "???"

The two continued walking towards the cafeteria.

Halfway there, Yamamoto suddenly chuckled.

Ito Fusei's body stiffened.

"What are you laughing at?"

Yamamoto covered his face, somewhat embarrassed.

"I was just thinking, since girls made up 81% of the poll, does that mean a lot of girls are actually paying attention to me?"

Ito Bosei: "..."

Murderous intent.

It's up again.

Yamamoto was completely unaware and was still engrossed in his analysis.

"And think about it, someone confessed to me yesterday, and today I came in first place in the voting."

What does this mean?

"This means the gears of fate have begun to turn!"

Ito Bosei: "..."

He didn't speak.

He just clenched his fist silently.

Yamamoto's work continues.

"Ito, do you think the girl who confessed to me might also participate in the vote?"

"Did she vote for me?"

"Or maybe she'll get jealous and resentful after seeing me come in first place, and one evening she'll block me on the rooftop and say, 'Yamamoto-kun, I was here first...'"

Ito Fusei stopped in his tracks.

Yamamoto also stopped.

"Ito?"

Ito Fusei slowly turned his head to look at Yamamoto Senjin.

His eyes were calm.

He was as calm as if he had just made some major decision.

"Yamamoto."

"Um?"

Have you ever thought about going to another world?

Mr. Yamamoto: "???"

……

Not far away.

In an inconspicuous corner.

Onodera Zannen stood there quietly.

She arrived a little late.

Or rather, it was just a step too late.

When she arrived, she saw Miyazaki Kiyoshi close the book and stand in front of Kuroba Shido.

They also saw that Kuroba Shido did not resist and followed Miyazaki Kiyoshi towards the club's teaching building.

The two figures stood one behind the other.

The distance isn't short.

But it's not far.

Onodera Zan'on remained silent.

They didn't chase after them.

He simply stood there, quietly watching the two figures disappear into the distance.

Her face still held a gentle, faint smile.

But at some point, his fingers gently pinched the strap of the bow bag.

It gets tighter and tighter.

[Current state: Quiet, jealous, feeling intense resentment for arriving too late, starting to consider whether they should have appeared earlier next time, confirming the target, and reassessing Miyazaki Kiyoshi's threat level.]

Salted Fish Guide...

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