Don't force me to use my right fist.

"No matter what, Rin, you're being a bit too much. What do you mean I'll still have friends? If I wanted, I could have plenty of those kinds of things." Kaguya covered her head in distress. This was the only person she could really not handle, the one she had always treated like a little sister.

Even knowing she was telling the truth, it was still a bit too hurtful. She admitted she hadn't planned on making friends before, and had always felt that friends were something dispensable, and she still held that view now, except...

Only when she's with this guy can she relax a little, let down her guard against any potential misfortunes, and reveal her true self.

But this guy is also a bit of a nutcase. To put it more bluntly, being with Sasuke is like risking the Blood Orb exploding.

"So, this guy used sweet talk to fool you, sister? Otherwise, how could your personality have changed so much all of a sudden?"

Rin looked at Saya with suspicion. He didn't seem to have any of the qualities of a pretty boy. Could it be some kind of hypnotic suggestion technique?

"No, he's actually a pretty good person. You just don't know him very well. If I had to say, he's absolutely impeccable as a person, and he's one of the best friends."

That is, assuming she genuinely only considers him a friend. Even if Kaguya is furious with Saya, she can't deny that. At least in terms of being a friend, no one can do it better than him.

"Yes, sister, Saya-nii is a very good person, and I can vouch for that."

Sakura, whose experience was somewhat similar to Kaguya's, went even further, practically regarding Saya as her idol and benefactor, with little hearts practically popping out of her eyes when she looked at him.

Rin was speechless after being stumped by the two's explanations, but she still stubbornly turned her twin tails away, looking like she didn't want to talk to Saya.

Fortunately, Sawa had no intention of provoking this somewhat arrogant and willful girl. What she thought of him was her business; all he wanted to do now was protect Kaguya.

"So, Kaguya, when are we going back? We've finished things here, right? I have something to do tonight."

Sōyu scratched his head. He had promised Amakawa Tsubasa that he would cook dinner for her himself. He couldn't stand staying at this party place for even a second longer. His own home was definitely more suitable for him.

"I have no objection. You two little ones should go back after saying goodbye to me, right? Don't make Uncle Shichen feel troubled. If you have anything to say, you can come find me at school." Kaguya was a little annoyed with Saya, but understanding his feelings was another matter. After seeing Saya's obviously impatient expression, she immediately understood his thoughts, squatted down, said goodbye to the two little girls, and spoke.

"Then, Brother Sawa, can I come to see you too?"

After nodding to Kaguya in agreement, Sakura turned her head to face Saku and asked him expectantly.

"As long as you don't cause any misunderstandings like your sister did last time, I definitely have no objections. But there's nothing fun about you coming to me; I'm not exactly popular at school."

Saya shrugged, waved to the girl, and then subconsciously took Kaguya's hand and walked out.

Chapter 345 Maybe It's Not a Bad Thing

On the way back, Kaguya stared out the window without saying a word, clearly still sulking about what Saya had just said.

She herself didn't understand why, after Sōyō simply explained his criteria for choosing a partner, she felt inexplicably disappointed.

What does it matter to her who Saya likes? She doesn't expect him to like her; she's just simply annoyed.

Why does he always assume all rich girls are like he imagines them to be? They're just farmers and gentle, right? If two people truly love each other, what wouldn't they change for each other?

Besides, what he said wasn't anything particularly difficult to do. Even she could do it if she wanted to.

But even for these reasons, Saya said he would never choose someone like a rich girl as his girlfriend, how could he not be angry?

"Um, Kaguya, actually, what I just said wasn't meant to refer to you. I was just expressing my own thoughts. What you told me is the same type as 7, okay?"

Unable to bear the resentful gaze and palpable oppressive aura emanating from Kaguya, Saya, after much thought, concluded that he might have inadvertently offended her with his earlier remarks about the young lady. He tentatively apologized to her.

She wasn't the type that Saya was talking about, but what Saya didn't say was that she was even worse than the rich girls he mentioned. Not only was her personality worse, but her tendency to sulk all the time was enough to give Saya a hard time.

So Saiyu still holds onto his previous opinion of Kaguya. As for her, whoever dates her is definitely doomed. Apart from her looks and money, Saiyu thinks all Kaguya has left is torment.

"Your eyes are not sincere. Is that really what you think?" Kaguya saw that this guy at least knew where he went wrong, and was thinking that she could forgive him this time, but she saw the desire to complain hidden in Saku's eyes. She moved closer to him and stared straight into his eyes.

"Um, of course, Kaguya. If you don't believe me, you should believe in yourself, right? Who understands you better than yourself?"

Sawa scratched his face with his finger, then turned his gaze to the outside of the car before speaking.

"Then why won't you look me in the eye and say it again?"

Kaguya grabbed Saya's head and forcefully turned his face towards her before looking at him seriously and asking, "What is Saya saying?" Saya was right; no one knew her better than herself. Therefore, Kaguya understood that the negative aspects of the young lady that Saya mentioned were indeed true.

It's one thing to understand something in your heart, but it's quite another to say it out loud. Can't Sōyū even consider her feelings?

"Well, I don't think it's necessary. Instead of asking that, why don't you ask if you've eaten enough? If not, I'll cook for you as an apology."

Saya decisively changed the subject. He wasn't the type to lie, so instead of getting entangled with Kaguya on this topic, it was better to ask a different, less awkward question.

Since he was going to cook for Amakawa Tsubasa anyway, and thinking that one more person would just mean one more pair of chopsticks, Saya decisively raised his hand and suggested to Kaguya.

"You cook?"

Kaguya, who had initially wanted to get to the bottom of things, suddenly remembered the fortune slip she had drawn during the day concerning her feelings. The thought that she shouldn't push Saya too hard arose within her.

Kaguya's anger had already subsided considerably when he apologized, and now she was mostly just teasing him.

"Yes, didn't I tell you I'm a master chef? At least when it comes to steak and roasted beans, no one can beat me. Of course, I also have some experience with regular cakes and mushroom soup."

Zuo You patted his chest. Putting everything else aside, having eaten steak for thousands of years in the blocky world, he was probably more skilled than anyone else when it came to cooking these kinds of ingredients.

"You said it yourself, I never forced you." w.hl

Kaguya wrinkled her little nose and turned her head away. To be honest, she was actually quite interested in what Saya had said about cooking something himself.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that she feels she has no reason to refuse anything that Saya herself makes. Perhaps, just as the Tohsaka sisters said, she has indeed become somewhat different from her former self because of Saya.

"So, should I have it delivered to your room, or should we eat together, with me and the class monitor?" whl

Saya scratched his head, remembering that he had promised Amakawa Tsubasa that he would have dinner with her alone. If he were to bring Kaguya along, wouldn't that be breaking his promise?

"No need, just bring it to my room yourself. I still don't like crowded places. It's good for me to be alone."

After Kaguya made a decision that would make Tsubasa Amakawa laugh in her dreams without her knowledge, she hesitated for a moment after a brief pause, but still continued.

"And about what I wanted to tell you tonight, I don't think I can calmly explain it to you in my current bad mood. If I'm not calm, you'll definitely think I'm just talking nonsense and deceiving you, so let's try another time."

Kaguya, who had intended to explain her relationship with Saya that evening, suddenly lost the desire to tell him the truth after Saya's misunderstanding.

Even knowing that this was entirely a problem caused by her own willfulness, Kaguya felt that if she wanted to tell Sawa, she definitely needed to calm down completely first.

After all, reincarnation involves far too many things, and if she were to mix in some other emotions, even Sōyū might not believe it.

"Huh? Are you going to keep dragging this on? Fine, these are your own secrets, and it's your freedom not to talk about them. Tell me when you feel ready; I can't force you, can I?"

Sōyu nodded somewhat helplessly. In the end, Kaguya's secret was still not revealed to him. To be honest, he was still a little helpless.

Chapter 346 Did this really happen?

Upon returning, Kaguya went straight to her room, while Saya shrugged and headed straight for the kitchen.

If we're talking about the recipes that the blocky guy is best at making, it has to be roasted potatoes. The most convenient ingredients combined with the simplest cooking method can make enough food to last him for days.

But Saya was making this for Amakawa Tsubasa anyway. Perhaps she wouldn't think there was anything wrong with the two dishes, but at the very least, Saya himself was genuinely tired of it.

"As expected, potatoes should be stir-fried into shredded potatoes, or at the very least stewed with beef. Why was I only allowed to use the oven back then?"

While grumbling, Saku looked at the potatoes he had just washed. He was tired of the method, but he still quite liked the ingredients, at least. After searching for a while without finding a suitable knife, Saku simply tossed the potato in front of him into the air. His Crescent Moon Blade, which suddenly appeared, flashed and completely covered the potato. The scenes depicted in many anime where ingredients are thrown up and then evenly divided by a chef with a few slashes of a knife are almost impossible to find in real life.

If the knife is sharp enough, it will have almost no impact on the ingredients.

As Zuoyou sheathed his sword, the potatoes he had tossed into the air turned into neat, fine shreds and fell to the ground. With a foundation of skill, his knife work was at least not too bad.

Sōyu had assumed it might be one of the awakened Sōmo or one of the Amakawa Tsubasa, but when he actually turned around, standing in front of him was someone else entirely.

Sawa, who thought he would probably never have to deal with the other party again, chuckled and then turned his head to continue tinkering with his stir-fried bean curd strips.

"If Hell Girl is here, could it be that someone has logged into Hell Correspondence using my name?"

This girl, dressed in a gorgeous kimono and with a face as delicate as a doll, is indeed the kind of girl that really appeals to Saiyu, but if he could, Saiyu would really rather not meet her.

Especially if this guy comes knocking on your door, it's unlikely that any living person would accept it.

"The cause you created has led to the result you have today."

The girl standing behind Saya, watching his every move with her black eyes, didn't answer his question directly, but instead said something that left Saya somewhat confused.

"Huh? Can you speak like a human being? I can't understand your childish nonsense. If you're here as a guest, I can make an extra serving. But if you're here to send me to hell, then hurry up and get started."

Saya scratched his head and turned around. Who would understand this guy talking to him about? Couldn't he say something normal?

However, logically speaking, if she took the initiative to find me, she must have some purpose. In my memory, Hell Girl would only come to find someone if she was observing the victim's behavior, or if she was about to take action.

"Oh, I see. Someone wrote down my name but didn't have the courage to press it, right?"

Saya glanced at the time; it wasn't even midnight yet. If someone was in such a hurry to write his name, then they really hated him. But considering Hell Girl didn't directly take action, it meant that while that person hated him, they only had so much guts. They wanted to send him to hell, but didn't want him to go with them—there's no such thing as a free lunch.

It can only be said that the guy who hates himself is still not very enlightened.

"Has the straw figure been given out? The other party shouldn't have pulled the rope yet, right?"

It wasn't entirely unexpected for Hu Zuoyou that he was being resented. He had done quite a few things and killed a lot of strange beings here, so it was normal for him to be hated.

What puzzled Saya was that, logically, only a handful of people knew his true identity. It couldn't possibly be that he hated Saya, an ordinary high school student.

After thinking it over, it seemed that only a few high-ranking members of the True Word Church might know his identity. Sōyu frowned and said this after dividing the processed potatoes into two small boxes.

"You are special, and will be judged personally by Lord Three-Eyed Spider."

A black-haired girl in a kimono stood behind Saya, watching him continue his cooking without flinching, and spoke to him with a blank expression.

"That means my guesses were all correct, which is indeed quite troublesome."

Sawa tapped his head in annoyance. He'd only said it as a joke, and Sawa had actually guessed right?

Being targeted by Hellcom is definitely not a good thing.

"But what I find even stranger is that, logically speaking, even if you were gathering information, there's no need for you to swagger in front of me like this. Could it be that you've started offering one-on-one service and are now prioritizing user experience?"

Zuoyou looked at her in confusion. He had no connection with this girl, but what she said now was like a reminder to him.

"You'll remember the reason yourself; consider this my repayment of a favor, and a reminder of what you said back then." w.hl

The girl in the kimono was still speaking in a language that Sawa couldn't understand at all. Even though he could understand the meaning of each word on its own, he was completely bewildered when they returned together.

"What do you mean by what I said back then? What did I say to you? What about repaying a favor to me? What have I done to help you? I don't remember anything about it."

Sōyū put down the stir-fried beef in his hand and turned to look at the exquisitely beautiful girl who seemed almost inhuman.

"Why don't you sit down and have a meal? Consider it a favor from me, otherwise you're making me a little uneasy."

Completely clueless about what the other party was up to, Sawa scratched his head, pointed to the table full of dishes that had been prepared while he was chatting with the girl, and tentatively asked...

However, when Sōyu looked up at the spot where the girl had been standing, she was nowhere to be seen, as if she had never been there at all.