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Hearing their conversation and seeing Sayaka Mibu, Kitayama and Honoka, who had come with them, were stunned.

Even the usually unassuming Beishan couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, revealing a rather surprised expression.

"Mibu-senpai, what's wrong—"

Honoka instinctively gasped, but Miyuki and Kitayama, who had just realized what was happening, quickly covered her mouth.

"Honoka, keep your voice down."

“That’s right, you idiot Honoka. If you exclaim, it will cause trouble for Mibu-senpai and Mahiro-kun.” Kitayama said expressionlessly, clearly much more composed than Honoka.

This is the kind of person who gets things done!

Honoka, who had been silenced, nodded to indicate that she understood, and was then allowed to speak.

Then asked:

"Hey, Makoto-kun, are you sure what you're doing is okay?"

His eyes were filled with worry; this was a blatant provocation against the order of the Nine Schools Battle!

"Don't worry, Honoka. Since Mahiro-kun is doing this, he must have made thorough preparations." Before Mahiro could speak, Kitayama answered on his behalf.

"Oh, Honoka, you don't need to worry too much."

Oh, by the way, there's some good food over there, come with me to check it out.

Kitayama and Miyuki spoke in unison, like two door gods, each grabbing one of Honoka's arms and carrying her away.

Seeing this, Sayaka finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"How about it, are you nervous? Excited?"

"Yes, I'm very nervous. This is the first time I've felt this way." She nodded honestly when Mahiro asked her question.

"Hehe, it's okay. There will be plenty of opportunities like this in the future. You'll get used to it."

Compared to Sayaka, whose heart was pounding in her throat, Mahiro remained remarkably calm.

But one problem after another arose.

The trio had barely left when another person came to chat them up.

Naturally, it was Mayumi and her best friend Watanabe Mari.

However, when Mayumi saw Sayaka appear next to Mahiro, still wearing her first-year student uniform, she couldn't help but open her mouth slightly in surprise.

"...That's really bold..."

Watanabe Mari couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Mibu, how could you—"

Her reaction was almost identical to Honoka's, and her shout even attracted a lot of attention.

"No, Watanabe-senpai, I..."

Sayaka wanted to explain that this had nothing to do with Mahiro, but before she could finish speaking, Mayumi stood between the two of them and interrupted:

"Moli, you're making a big fuss over nothing. Have you forgotten? Mibu-senpai is also a student from our First High School, right?"

With composure and elegance, she playfully winked at Watanabe Mari.

So much so that Watanabe Mari was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.

He nodded seriously and said:

"Oh right, sorry Mibu, I forgot, you're also a contestant in this Nine Schools Tournament..."

But this time, it was Sayaka's turn to be dumbfounded.

To her surprise, the two senior students didn't expose her. Instead, they cooperated and continued the charade, even giving her a plausible identity.

This is also impossible.

Although sneaking into a banquet isn't a big deal, getting caught would ultimately make the organizers lose face.

Therefore, they can only continue down the wrong path.

We can talk about it after the banquet.

Chapter 40 The Bloodthirsty Explosive Prince

After the storm.

Watanabe Mari has left; only Mayumi remains.

"Shin-kun, you're really bold to do something like this," Mayumi whispered.

She could tell at a glance that the mastermind was Yotsuba Mahiro.

While Mahiro does help maintain order, he sometimes doesn't hesitate to trample on minor rules.

Mayumi is well aware of this.

Mahiro didn't try to hide it and openly admitted it.

"What does it matter? The banquet venue is so big, one more person won't make a difference, right?"

The nine schools participating in the competition consisted of 360 contestants and 72 technical personnel, bringing the total number of contestants from the nine schools to over 450.

Although many people were certainly absent for various reasons, there were at least three hundred people present.

Who could possibly remember all these people's names and faces?

"Heh, that's true, but how are the organizers supposed to explain themselves after you do this?"

"I haven't thought about that, and it's not my place to think about it."

"How willful you are, Makoto."

Sayaka, who was standing nearby, overheard their conversation and bit her lower lip before asking:

"Um... President Nanagusa, is this really that serious? If so, I'll leave now..."

"and many more."

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing Sayaka about to leave, Mayumi and Mahiro grabbed her almost simultaneously.

"Actually, it's not as serious as you think, Mibu-senpai. It's just about proving your identity as a student of this school, and then getting a little scolded. It won't affect your performance in the Nine Schools Tournament."

Mayumi smiled softly:

"The reason I helped Mibu-senpai keep it a secret was mainly because I thought it would make this boring banquet a little more interesting~"

Mayumi herself had some reservations about the opening banquet of the Nine Schools Tournament, and even didn't want to attend, but she had no choice but to come.

Moreover, a situation like Sayaka's has never occurred since the Nine Schools Tournament began.

This might be the first case.

At least, they haven't been caught yet.

"Furthermore, if you leave now, you'll only expose your identity."

"Yeah, Mayumi-senpai is right. Sayaka, you idiot, you should just stay here."

While echoing Mayumi's words, Mahiro reached out and gently flicked Sayaka's forehead, making her whimper.

Although Sayaka is always the majestic and beautiful kendo senior in front of others, she is as weak and easily bullied as Nakajo Azusa in front of him.

This was merely a minor incident during the banquet.

As time went on, he also began to find the banquet quite boring.

Students from various schools gather together, but are divided into camps based on their schools. What is the point of such a banquet?

It would be more satisfying to just start a match and have a real, hard-fought battle.

Mayumi, who stayed by his side without ever leaving, noticed his state and took the initiative to introduce him to the contestants from various schools.

"Speaking of which, Zhenxun-kun, do you know that in this boys' 'Ice Pillar Defense' event, there's an opponent who can rival you?"

"Hmm? Who is it?"

Upon hearing this, Makoto immediately became interested.

Those who can rival him deserve a proper introduction.

"That's the one over there."

Mayumi gestured with her eyes, her gaze fixed on the group of students in red school uniforms.

There was a very conspicuous boy there.

He looks just like Suzaku Kururugi from Code Geass, and even their temperaments are somewhat similar.

A number of students gathered around him, but few dared to approach and speak to him. Many hesitated, their faces showing obvious awe.

"He's your opponent on this project."

Mayumi introduced him softly, as if reciting a familiar list: "His name is Ichijo Masaki, the next head of the Ichijo family, one of the ten masters. His magical power is also exceptional, and his specialty is the [Explosion] magic. It is said that he participated in actual combat at the age of 13..."

"Ah, I know, it's that guy who was nicknamed the Explosive Prince Who Plays with Blood, right?"

Mayumi chuckled at his words, and even Sayaka tried her best to hold it in.

The Bloodthirsty Prince.

How did they come up with this name?

However, it's quite fitting. The principle of explosion magic is to vaporize liquid, thereby causing the body of a living being to break apart or fuel to explode. When applied to the human body, it means evaporating the water in the blood.

Mayumi suppressed a laugh and corrected, "It's not the Explosive Prince who plays with blood, it's the 'Blood Prince' who is good at explosions."

"They're pretty much the same," Mahiro replied nonchalantly. "Besides, Mayumi-senpai, why do you have the illusion that he can rival me?"

"Aren't you underestimating me... or rather, underestimating the body-adjusting mages who came out of the Fourth Research Institute?"

Hearing his confident and bold words, Mayumi was so surprised that she couldn't speak.

Unexpectedly, this junior student, Shinjiro, doesn't even put the Bloodstained Prince of the Ichijo family in his eyes...

But when she heard the second half of the sentence, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a small gasp.

What did she just hear?

Shin-kun claims to be a body-adjusting mage who emerged from the Fourth Research Institute?!

This intelligence was as shocking as a bolt from the blue.

As a member of the Ten Masters Clan, I know all too well what it means to be a Body Adjustment Mage!

Through precise calculations, modifications are made at the genetic level, or through mental and physical alterations, in order to achieve the desired adjustment, such as enhancing magical power.

Mayumi wanted to know more, but before she could ask a question, the speech had already begun.

Everyone in the room fell silent. They stopped eating and interrupted their conversation, listening to the adults with an overly serious demeanor—or perhaps they were just pretending to listen.

But those standing on the stage were undoubtedly all important figures whom we don't usually see.

but.

When the legendary figure everyone was eagerly awaiting to see, the one who had established the order of the Ten Masters Clan, Kushima Retsu, arrived, an unexpected incident occurred.

"woman?"

The students below the stage looked at each other, completely bewildered as they stared at the woman appearing under the soft spotlight.

Based on the timeline, Kushima Retsu should be around ninety years old.

At the very least, Kushima Retsu is a man, how could he possibly be a young woman wearing a formal gown and with her hair dyed blonde?

"Mental interference magic... What is this old man trying to do?"

Shinji frowned in displeasure.

Although there was indeed a woman standing on top, there was also an elderly man with white hair hiding behind her.

The old man used a large-scale mental interference spell to conceal himself.

Although the intensity was not high and the range only covered the entire venue, it was enough to affect everyone's vision and go unnoticed.

The old man, perhaps, noticed his gaze.

He grinned at him while casting a meaningful glance at him.