Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

Guidera Kanata smiled sweetly, her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Hmm?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Haramura Makoto's eyes.

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

He didn't directly refuse.

Guidera Kanata was right. In this plan, not only was strength necessary, but so was initial capital investment.

After all, he needed to spread the word about Kurogane Ikki.

Not just within the borders of Japan, but also to let the outside world and even other forces hear snippets of information.

The Guidera Zaibatsu, which had existed for over a century and was entrenched in the two major powers, definitely had this ability.

With both strength and money, Guidera Kanata could easily do such a thing.

"Just like you said."

"After living such an orderly life for so long, I also want to see this wind of change blow and see what the changed world will look like."

Guidera Kanata took a few more steps forward.

This time, Haramura Makoto misjudged Guidera Kanata's strength and was grazed by the ball.

(Did I open the cage door that was locking her heart?)

Haramura Makoto suspiciously scanned Guidera Kanata up and down, even temporarily forgetting the soft touch of that moment.

It was a bit strange, but it could be considered normal.

After all, sometimes, as long as you change your thinking, you can instantly understand things you didn't understand before.

But if you don't change your thinking, there's probably no need to say more.

"It shouldn't just be about watching, right?"

"What do you want me to help you with?"

It was impossible to help without a purpose. Guidera Kanata must have her own needs.

Only a reasonable exchange would make the transaction structure stable.

"Hmm..."

Guidera Kanata gently tapped her forefinger on her red lips, her emerald eyes gazing at Haramura Makoto's chest, as if she was thinking about something.

She, as the daughter of a large conglomerate, knew more clearly what Haramura Makoto was talking about from a young age.

Only when the things you truly desire are brought out into the open will the transaction be stable.

That's right. Guidera Kanata, glancing at Haramura Makoto, slightly curled up the corners of her mouth, her emerald eyes rolling around.

"Well then, there is indeed something I want my junior to help with."

Guidera Kanata's eyes sparkled, as agile and lovely as an elf in mythology.

"When your plan succeeds, junior, how about helping me resolve my engagement?"

A very reasonable request.

Guidera Kanata didn't say this request, but he probably guessed it.

After all, what else would Guidera Kanata, who had everything since birth, want?

Only that engagement, the engagement that deprived her of the freedom to choose her lover.

This was the only thing that could restrain Guidera Kanata, and also the thing that could restrain her for life.

And this, it was difficult to solve, but also easy to solve.

The reason why the Guidera Zaibatsu needed Guidera Kanata to get married was to maintain the family's business and status through this kind of bloodline relationship.

Then Haramura Makoto only needed to become the person who could replace that young master.

Haramura Makoto didn't need to become the world's number one. In fact, as long as he could become Japan's number one, he could negotiate with Guidera Kanata's family.

"Senior is really impatient."

"You've given me a one-year deadline just like that. Are you that confident in me?"

Guidera Kanata was also a third-year high school student, and she would graduate in a few months, which meant she would marry into Europe in a few months, and there wouldn't be enough time.

So he had to grow to a sufficient height within a year.

"I have a lot of confidence."

Guidera Kanata stretched out a slender jade finger and pointed it directly at Haramura Makoto's solid chest.

"What's wrong? Could it be that junior doesn't have confidence in himself?"

"That won't do. If junior says he can't do it, he'll probably be disliked by Stella later."

There was a sly smile on her face.

Anyone could immediately hear the deliberate intention in her words.

"..."

(Hey hey hey——)

(You're just starting to get familiar, and you're already running a train on me here? Where's your British lady demeanor?)

(Also, when I say I can't, I'm talking about combat power. This combat power isn't that combat power.)

(Stella knows best whether I'm physically capable or not. You're just talking nonsense here. Do you believe I'll let you try me out too?)

In an instant, countless complaints welled up in Haramura Makoto's heart, but he didn't say them out loud.

"Forget it."

"Let's discuss the specific matters when we have the opportunity later. You continue to rest well. I'll leave first."

...

In the blink of an eye, most of the joint training time had passed, and everyone was growing smoothly.

Almost everyone had gained their own growth in this training, but it was only a matter of degree.

Also, the students of Kyomon Academy had indeed grown, but their sharpness had basically been worn away.

Now they basically no longer daydream about the top eight.

Oh right, Haramura Makoto and Stella were among those who had grown less.

They were basically improving their strength, familiarizing themselves with their tactics, and making their fighting styles more mature.

So today he and Stella rested.

After the morning training, Haramura Makoto and Stella went to play in the city outside Okutama together.

They had been to Mount Okutama before and were quite familiar with this place.

"But, the student council president is really amazing."

On the road, Stella complained to Haramura Makoto in this way.

"I thought I had grasped the weakness of Raikiri, and I could respond and counterattack well. I didn't expect the student council president to have something up her sleeve."

"After all, senior was originally the master's closed-door disciple. Although she wasn't born an A-rank knight, her aptitude must be obvious."

"Otherwise, how could the master have accepted senior as a disciple?"

In the past few days, Stella and Toudou Touka had sparred the most.

From initially dealing with Raikiri carefully to now being able to perfectly counter and withstand Raikiri, and then to today when Toudou Touka used her trump card.

"But, 'Takemikazuchi' feels a bit like my 'Ryuhimei'."

Stella shook her head and said softly.

"Senior's new move uses her ability to magnetize the space in front of her, turning herself into a projectile for an electromagnetic cannon."

"It's not the same as Stella's 'Ryuhimei', which strengthens herself."

Today, Stella was caught by Toudou Touka at a moment's gap and was directly pierced by a sword, so she didn't understand the specific meaning of Toudou Touka's move.

"How to break this move?"

Stella wanted to win, and to win, she needed to know how to deal with it.

Since he was her lover, she should use him well now.

Haramura Makoto grinned: "At this stage, it's still very simple, right?"

"After all, for now, senior's move is still an incomplete move, and the backlash against herself is still very strong. Her physical strength hasn't fully caught up."

"So as long as you block one of her moves, and counterattack at the moment you block it, victory will belong to you."

He reached out and pressed down on Stella's head, gently stroking it.

"Wh-what is it! Doing this...stroking someone's...head, are you treating me like a child...?"

Stella's face flushed red, and she glared at Haramura Makoto with a delicate snort, muttering like this.

"No, I just think Stella can definitely do it."

Haramura Makoto smiled lightly. He was now completely used to Stella's usual little pride.

It wasn't difficult to block Toudou Touka's 'Takemikazuchi' now. After all, her acceleration hadn't reached its limit yet. Haramura Makoto still hoped that Stella could get used to this speed and react now.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to deal with when Toudou Touka completely perfected her move at the Seven Star Sword Art Festival.

Even if Stella could win at that time, she would probably suffer considerable damage.

Stella immediately immersed herself in the happiness of being trusted by her lover.

Haramura Makoto's gaze, which was casually directed elsewhere, suddenly froze, and he directly cast his gaze in a certain direction.

It was a man wearing work clothes, a baseball cap, a slightly stout figure, and a somewhat awkward expression.

One of his hands was always in his pocket, and the pace of his legs wasn't very natural.

"Something's a bit strange."

Haramura Makoto's sudden voice made Stella also cast her gaze over.

"What's wrong, Makoto?"

"He's very nervous now. You can see it, right? There's a lot of sweat on his forehead."

Both of them were extremely excellent martial artists. Even if they were about a hundred meters apart, the bean-sized beads of sweat kept falling from the worker's forehead.

It was indeed summer now, and the weather was indeed very hot.

But the amount of sweat would definitely not reach this level. This wasn't a normal amount of sweat. This was a manifestation of a human being in a state of extreme tension, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"That's indeed the case."

Stella also suddenly became nervous.

As the saying goes, something abnormal must be a demon.

In broad daylight, carrying something that might be a weapon in his pocket, and being highly nervous.

No one would believe that this man wasn't preparing to do something.

"Bang——"

The waiting traffic light turned green.

The pedestrians standing next to the man raised their feet and walked towards the opposite side of the road.

The man in work clothes was a little slow, but he still followed closely behind the crowd, but the right hand that he had always kept in his pocket suddenly moved.

His breathing also suddenly became rapid, and his chest heaved violently.

The people around him hadn't noticed this change.

Stella's gaze suddenly became anxious, and Haramura Makoto directly reached out and pressed down on Stella's hand.

"I'll go, you're not fast enough."

But at this moment.

A figure that looked very slender and weak suddenly emerged from the side and directly blocked the electrician's path.