The Paradise of Reincarnation Begins with Eriri

"nothing......"

Nishimiya Yuzuru quickly turned her face away, "Put me down, let my sister help me across."

Kiyono Makoto naturally had no objections and put his little sister, Beast, down from his arms.

"Hiss~"

The moment she landed, Yuzuru Nishimiya's face scrunched up in a grimace.

"Yuzuru, don't push yourself."

Shoko rushed forward and anxiously supported her sister's arm.

Kiyono Makoto, hands in his pockets, looked at Shoko:

"I'm going to buy iodine and cotton swabs."

Nishimiya Shoko looked at her gratefully: "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Kiyono-kun."

Kiyono Makoto waved his hand, turned and left, and soon bought cotton swabs and iodine at a beauty store.

When I came back, I saw that the two sisters had only just moved to the bench and hadn't even sat down yet.

"I'm back."

Kiyono Makoto stepped forward and handed the items to Shoko; the rest was none of his concern.

A few moments later, the wound was disinfected.

Nishimiya Shoko let out a soft sigh, looked up at them, and whispered a request:

"There might be scars... Kiyono-kun, could you please use water magic to heal Yuzuru's wounds?"

Makoto Kiyono: "......"

So far, Shoko still doesn't know the power of water magic, only that it has excellent healing properties and can perfectly heal wounds without leaving any scars.

"Helping with the treatment is no problem."

Kiyono Makoto's tone was subtle, "But not in the marketplace."

Water magic is too dangerous. This is a busy shopping mall. If Yuzuru has a special constitution like Takumi, he would definitely tremble and cry after casting a water spell, attracting onlookers. There might even be concerned citizens who report him!

After a pause, Kiyono Makoto lowered his voice and said:

"Shoko-kun, you'd better experience water magic for yourself before you consider letting me heal your sister's wounds, otherwise you'll definitely regret it."

"Huh?"

Although Nishimiya Shoko didn't understand what she meant, she still gently agreed:

"I understand... I won't regret it."

Ignorance is bliss, that's you for you!

Saying you won't regret it now will surely lead to you writing eighteen "regrets" on the ground later, soaked in some salty liquid!

The salt concentration of human tears is about 0.9%, which is basically the same as that of physiological saline. They do taste salty, so we are referring to tears.

"How about this?"

Kiyono Makoto hesitated for two seconds, then said, "Take your sister to a small clinic later. If the doctor says there might be a scar, then ask me for help."

Nishimiya Shoko bowed and thanked her, saying, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Kiyono-kun."

"..."

Since her younger sister was injured, Shoko clearly wasn't in the mood for eating together, so Kiyono promptly said goodbye and left.

A person found a barbecue restaurant, enjoyed a satisfying meal, and then went directly to the park to begin their daily practice.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

When Kiyono Makoto returned home and took a bath, he took out the Energetic Girl figurine he had obtained from opening a blind box that day.

"Remove the entry."

As Kiyono Makoto silently recited the mana replenishment spell, the spell was quickly stripped away and added to himself.

"Let's see how it goes..."

In the following time, Makoto Kiyono used water magic and substitution techniques continuously in the bathroom. While his mental energy was being rapidly depleted, he could clearly sense a significant increase in his recovery speed.

"Great, the battery life has been greatly improved."

Kiyono Makoto nodded in satisfaction, "It should play a significant role in dungeons... wait a minute."

Suddenly, an image of a petite girl in a white lab coat flashed into Kiyono Makoto's mind. He picked up his phone and sent a message to Futaba Rio:

"Futaba, if I remember correctly, you need to consume mental energy to forge equipment, right?"

Chapter 100: Futaba's Late-Night Invitation.

Futaba was probably on her phone; the message was instantly marked as read.

Rio Futaba: "The mental energy consumption is indeed very high. There can't be the slightest mistake during this time, otherwise we'll have to start all over again. But we can take breaks in between. Forging one piece of equipment a day is the limit."

Makoto Kiyono: "If I can help you quickly restore your mental strength, could you forge more equipment?"

Futaba was silent for a few seconds: "I'll send you the address. Kiyono-kun, come to my house to verify."

Kiyono Makoto: "Go now?"

Rio Futaba: "I'm preparing to forge equipment."

Kiyono Makoto hesitated for a moment: "It's already very late, wouldn't it be bothering your aunt and uncle if we went over there?"

Rio Futaba: "Don't worry, Mom and Dad are workaholics. They're always away on business trips and only come back for Obon and New Year's."

Makoto Kiyono: "......"

Only come back twice a year?

I never expected that Futaba was a left-behind child.

"I'll be right there."

Kiyono Makoto turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later.

Makoto Kiyono stopped in front of a detached house, rang the doorbell, and then sent a message to Rio Futaba:

"I'm here."

The door opened quickly.

A petite girl in white pajamas stood behind the door, her small face slightly tilted up, her tone calm:

"Good evening, Kiyono-kun."

"Good evening."

Kiyono Makoto nodded slightly and stepped into the entrance hall.

"Is Kiyono wearing her dad's slippers?"

Rio Futaba said as she bent down to get her slippers:

"The slippers are very clean; I take them out to air them for a day every month."

"no problem."

The evil force of gravity reappeared, and Kiyono Makoto's gaze involuntarily fell towards the abyss.

If a person's talent is too outstanding, it is actually very difficult to hide.

Rio Futaba is a perfect example.

Even with her arms covering her neckline, the overflowing white skin from the edges was still considerable in scale, enough to make one dizzy, easily surpassing that of Otaku Pear.

Kiyono Makoto silently shifted his gaze, looking for a topic to discuss:

"She lives alone, yet she invites boys over late at night. That's dangerous, okay?"

Rio Futaba, hands in her pockets, spoke calmly and composedly:

"Kiyono-kun isn't that kind of person."

"Thank you for your kind words, Futaba-sama. I'm not that kind of person, but others might be."

Kiyono Makoto complained, "I just heard your footsteps behind the door, and you opened it without even pausing for a second. At least check through the peephole to see who's outside first. What if it's a bad guy?"

Rio Futaba tilted her small face up; she must have just finished bathing, her skin was fair and rosy, looking incredibly delicate. A pair of red glasses perched on her small nose made her face appear even more petite and adorable. Her tone was calm:

"I don't need to look through the peephole, I've already seen Kiyono-kun."

"Futaba actually has X-ray vision?"

"No, it's a 24-hour networked surveillance system at the entrance."

Makoto Kiyono: "......"

I didn't actually notice the surveillance cameras, but it's normal for Futaba to be cautious since she lives alone.

After changing into slippers, Kiyono Makoto followed Futaba into the living room.

The living room is spacious and decorated in a low-key yet luxurious style, which shows that the Shuangye family is quite well-off, but it is just too quiet and deserted.

In addition, the kitchen, living room, bathroom, and other rooms were all lit up, clearly indicating that Futaba is quite afraid of the dark.

At school, Futaba is a calm and collected science-oriented girl, but at home, she's most likely just a lonely little girl who's afraid of the dark.

"Kiyono-kun, would you like a drink?"

Rio Futaba asked softly.

"No need, let's get down to business first..."

Kiyono Makoto glanced over and suddenly noticed a girl's pink bra on the sofa; the size was quite exaggerated.

Noticing Kiyono Makoto's gaze, Futaba Rio's pretty face flushed slightly, and she quickly bent down to pick up her underwear.

As we all know, girls usually take off their clothes as soon as they get home, and Rio Futaba is no exception.

After returning from her training in the park, Rio Futaba felt short of breath and her chest tightened. The first thing she did was remove her armor. Since she was alone at home and no one would come to visit, she left her underwear on the sofa as usual, forgetting to put it away in time.

*Clatter*

A round, white object rolled out of the girl's pajama pocket and tumbled to Kiyono Makoto's feet.

Kiyono Makoto subconsciously bent down to pick it up, and after seeing the writing on it clearly, his eyes twitched slightly:

"...Pepper spray?"

Rio Futaba pushed up her glasses, looking slightly guilty.

"Some people online say that boys' rationality drops rapidly in the dead of night, and they can easily become lower-level creatures controlled by instinct... This is just to be on the safe side."

Kiyono Makoto handed over the pepper spray, his tone somber and his expression hurt.

"Futaba just said she believed in me."

"......Feel sorry."

Rio Futaba paused for two seconds, placed the pepper spray on the table, and then took out a black stun gun from another pajama pocket.

Makoto Kiyono: "......"

Isn't it a bit too much for a young woman living alone to be so wary?

Well, she's a girl after all, so it's good that she's wary.

"My pockets are empty."

Rio Futaba looked up at her. "Let's go to my room and forge some equipment."

"If, I mean if."

As Kiyono Makoto caught up, he muttered, "What if I impulsively bully Futaba? Will I never see the sun rise tomorrow?"

"I'm not a violent woman."

Rio Futaba adjusted her glasses, her tone as calm as if she were giving a lab report, and responded with a sarcastic remark:

"If someone really did something unforgivable, they would probably use Kiyono-kun as material for a double-slit interference experiment."