My love is abyss mode

Chapter 17: No Longer Bowing to Anyone
It was not yet the autumnal equinox, so the sun set late. When I walked out of the teaching building, the orange afterglow filled the courtyard, highlighting the colorful red leaves.

Aizawa Tora walked beside Kuronuma Ya, dancing with joy, and spoke in an exaggerated tone, "President Toyama, you don't understand, but you must know about the Jade Dragon Flag Kendo Tournament, right?"

"I have participated, but the experience was terrible." Black Marsh Fang answered without hesitation.

"Toyama Nijusaburo, a kendo master, a judge of the Jade Dragon Banner, a guest at the National Kendo Tournament, my father's master, and the grandfather of Toyama's president, has many students all over the world.

President Yuanshan is my father's junior sister, the only child of the Yuanshan family!"

"A family of kendo." Kuronuma Ya looked at the road ahead and nodded perfunctorily.

Chitose Toyama did not lie to him. The only child of a kendo family was far from a real eldest daughter, but their influence was almost the same.

Kendo is highly respected in Tokyo, and the Metropolitan Police Department in Neon has some connection with kendo.

A more appropriate statement would be that, whether in the professional or non-professional group, if one wants to advance within the system, it is impossible without a kendo master.

"President Toyama is one of the people my father told me not to offend. You better be careful, man!" Aizawa Tora warned loudly, fearing that he would make an irreparable mistake.

"I understand." Hei Zhuya couldn't figure out what he needed to be careful about, and even felt a little confused.

Senior Yuanshan is beautiful, has a good personality, and a great figure. Is it necessary to make such a fuss about it?

Do not understand.

He had a good impression of Chitose Toyama both times they met. Even though she had a strong background, it did not affect their daily interactions, and she did not act overbearingly.

"See you next week. I have to go work."

Walking out of the academy gate, Kuronuma Kiba waved goodbye to Aizawa Tora and turned right to head to the tram station.

The road that goes uphill when going to school becomes downhill when going home from school. Outside the college wall, the female students' pleated skirts sway gently as they walk.

He thought again of Chitose Toyama's perfectly slender waist and graceful legs, as well as the fleeting purple scenery.

Following the crowd into the tram station, and when passing through the ticket gate, the tram going up to Shinjuku and Shibuya just arrived at the station. Kuronuma Kiba walked to the end of the platform and boarded the first car.

At this time, office workers are busy working overtime, most of the passengers are in uniform, and the rest are fashionable college students.

Kuronuma Ya habitually leaned against the other side of the car door, took out his cell phone, found Shirakawa Momo's contact information, and sent her a text message.

[Kuronuma: Are there any suitable part-time jobs on Saturdays and Sundays?]
After a few seconds, I received a reply.

Shirakawa: I work part-time as a bookstore clerk in Shinjuku from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m., making 800 yen an hour.
[Kuronuma: Very little.]
[Shirakawa: If you like frying French fries in boiling oil in a hot summer kitchen, just go to IKEA or McDonald's in Harajuku.]
[Kuronuma: Forget it, I'll go to the bookstore with you.]
In the hot summer, it is more pleasant to work with Momo Shirakawa. Her expressions and harsh words can lower the temperature by several degrees just by moving her eyelids.

After the text message was sent, there was no reply. Maybe she saw it and wanted to save phone bill, or maybe she didn't see it.

From this point of view, LINE is better because you can see whether the other party has read the message.

Come to think of it, there are still mobile phones on sale that cannot install LINE. Even though she has 50 yen, her life seems to have not improved at all, and has even become more difficult.

"Hey, Hei, Numa,-kun~ What a coincidence."

Just as Hei Zhuya was daydreaming, someone greeted him.

The sweet and energetic voice came from Shinkai Shiona, who squeezed through the crowd to her side. Around her were several girls who were also wearing the uniform of the Private Qinglan Academy, and they were scattered around like knights protecting the princess.

What a grand gesture.

Kuronuma Kiba turned off the phone screen, put it in his trouser pocket, and nodded slightly in response to Shinkai Shiona.

He didn't want to say a single word to the clingy social butterfly. "Hey, Kuronuma-kun, have you joined the mountaineering club?" Shinumi Shiona stood close to him, on his left, with only her messenger bag between them.

In the crowded and narrow tram, the sweet smell of fruit wafted to my nose, but I couldn't remember what kind of fruit it was.

"Yeah." Hei Lunya looked down. The cream-colored backpack hanging diagonally on her shoulder seemed to be made of top-grain cowhide. With its fashionable shape, it exuded a cute atmosphere.

He was particularly sensitive to the color purple today and noticed that there was a purple pendant hanging from the zipper of the cross-body bag with the white words "LoveTrap" written on it, which looked like some kind of specific name, such as the name of an idol group.

"Can you please withdraw?"

Shinkai Shiona asked abruptly, her innocent smile on her makeup-free face tinged with a threat. "It's okay if you don't join the Kendo Club, but Kuronuma-kun should probably find another club."

"I refuse." Black Marsh Fang's answer came out without hesitation.

Regardless of whether her reasons were sufficient or just, he had sworn that he would never bow to anyone again.

Be it threats, bribery, or any other dirty and despicable means.

Unless someone can defeat him head-on.

As soon as the words fell, the carriage fell silent. Students wearing the same school uniforms cast their eyes over, and the sound of the turbid air from the air conditioner was particularly clear.

"Hey, Kuronuma-kun, I've already advised you."

In public, Shinkai Shiona, with a drawn-out, delicate tone, made a naked threat to him: "If something bad happens next week and causes terrible consequences, it will be too late to regret it then."

I really want to call Shirakawa Momo and scold her until she cries——Kuronuma Kiba nodded calmly, and it seemed that he didn't take her warning seriously at all.

"Okay." Shinkai Shiona pursed her lips, her emerald eyes showing a hint of embarrassment. She nodded slowly at him, as if to say, "You're quite brave."

Seeing that Kuronuma Ya ignored her words, she turned around and left the carriage with her companions, happily chatting about the arrangements for the gathering in Shinjuku.

"Shibuya—Shibuya—"

The tram slowly slowed down, and after stopping at the platform, the doors slowly opened to both sides with a "whoosh".

Kuronuma Ya went to work at Mr. Nakamura's shop as usual. Friday night was indeed busier than usual. Mr. Nakamura went back to the shop several times to pick up goods and was busy sweating.

However, his job was just to watch the store and collect cash, and the night of continuous gunfire did not affect his progress in reading light novels at all.

When he got off work, it started to rain suddenly. Kuronuma Kiba ran to Shibuya Station in the rain to catch the tram. When he walked out of the tram station closest to his apartment, the rain had stopped and the night sky was clear again.

On the streets filled with the strong smell of rain, the dim street lights and the wet ground complement each other, like a huge oil painting, with several puddles shimmering with light.

Walking along the street, Kuronuma Ya saw from afar Shirakawa Momo squatting in front of an old apartment building, holding a blade of grass in her delicate hand, teasing the stray cat that often appeared nearby, and chatting with it in a low voice.

She hadn't returned to her apartment yet and was still wearing her private Ultramarine Academy uniform, carrying an old leather backpack, and her loose sailor suit highlighted her thin figure.

Kuronuma Ya stopped beside her and stood for a while. Shirakawa Momo raised her delicate face and looked at him, frowning slightly.

"It's so late."

"Waiting for me? I'm not in the mood today."

"You're a pest with a head full of yellow garbage." After cursing softly, Baichuan Tao threw the grass leaves in her hand to the stray cat, stood up and faced him, curling her lips in disgust.

(End of this chapter)