manga artist Kirito

Decent, decent

Looking at Asuna so close to him, Kirito calmly took off his gloves, opened the door to the clubroom, and walked out. "I'm going to buy some drinks. You guys continue your discussion."

He closed the door as he spoke, but before he could take two steps, he nearly bumped into a killing machine... I mean, Hiratsuka Shizuka.

At that moment, Hiratsuka Shizuka was leaning against the door of the Service Club with a very elegant posture, her eyes slightly narrowed and her expression very serious. Kirito knew what she was doing just by looking at Hiratsuka Shizuka's perked-up ears.

Eavesdrop!

I never expected you to be like this, Ms. Jing! You were eavesdropping! Hurry up and teach me a lesson too!

At this moment, Hiratsuka Shizuya turned her head to stare at Kirito, who seemed to be up to no good, and raised her fist in a show of defiance. Kirito, on the other hand, calmly stretched out his hands and made a big X to indicate that he had no ill intentions.

What's the most exciting thing?

Eavesdrop!

What's more exciting than eavesdropping?

Eavesdropping with a woman!

Leaning against Hiratsuka Shizuka, Kirito listened to the sounds coming from inside, raised his eyebrows slightly, and realized that things were not as he had imagined. He couldn't help but purse his lips and ask.

"Xiaojing, what are you listening to here?"

“Listen to how Hikigaya and Yukinoshita deal with classmates who come here to fulfill their wishes… no, to ask for help,” Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed. “And, they have to call me teacher!”

"Okay, Shizuka." Kirito gave a barely perceptible smirk. So the Service Club is all about helping others fulfill their wishes. If I hadn't been so quick-witted last time, I probably would have been dragged here by Shizuka-sensei.

In that case, I'm afraid I'll have to face Hachiman and Yukinoshita, those two awful and eccentric guys, every day... Just thinking about it makes me feel that Shizuka-sensei's methods are absolutely cruel!

"But what's going on inside? Why is it full of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) comments? Is there someone with chuunibyou inside?"

"I guess... cough, I just got here and haven't heard much yet." Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed a little disappointed that she hadn't heard much information, and scratched her head slightly. "Actually, I was originally going to your manga club room... um, to tell you some things that need to be noted."

"Get to the point, thank you!"

“A friendless, chuunibyou student came in with a stack of manuscripts and asked Hachiman and Yukinoshita to evaluate them. Hachiman is a little better off, letting Yukinoshita do the evaluation…” Hiratsuka Shizuka revealed a cruel expression, “This student is probably going to lose confidence in his writing.”

"Don't underestimate the creator's mindset!" Kirito rolled his eyes, but his curiosity only grew. He peeked through the glass window in the door and his face immediately turned shocked. Hiratsuka Shizuka's curiosity was naturally piqued as well.

"What do you see?"

"It's impossible to escape once it grows wings."

"...Huh?" With a blank expression, Hiratsuka Shizuka stared at Kirito, who was shaking his head repeatedly, seemingly confused.

"That immature, chuunibyou student who seems unable to escape is forcing something he doesn't want to do under the snow..."

"Wait a minute, what did you say?"

"Wow, Jing'er, what do you want to do?"

"—Forced?" With her eyes widening suddenly, Hiratsuka Shizuka grabbed Kirito by the collar, yanked him away, and kicked the door of the Service Club room.

And so, the door was kicked open, and Hiratsuka Shizuka pulled Kirito into the clubroom... her eyes gradually becoming blank.

The classroom wasn't large. At the back were neatly arranged desks and chairs, and in the center was a long table. Yukinoshita, Hachiman, and Sanbe Dango sat separately on the edges of the table, while directly in front of them sat a skinny man in a samurai seat.

The setting sun, which filled the sky, shone through the window, and you could even hear the breeze blowing... The air became very quiet.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, I should have asked you to knock before you came in." Yukinoshita's eyes were filled with anger, and she seemed very concerned.

With a look of astonishment, and realizing that what she expected hadn't happened, and that he seemed to have done something rather unpleasant, Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes darted back and forth before she finally shifted the blame onto Kirito.

"...Kiritani, you tell us."

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A Pure Deal: "Precautions for Evil Organizations," a book by an old man; you can check it out if you're interested.

You guys are... not up to par. You can't even get the Chrysanthemum on the new book chart to explode.

Tsk (Looks like Aqua)

086

[NO.85 Yukinoko is not big]

You have to understand, following a woman who always takes action and never talks much means you'll often have to clean up her messes—Teacher Xiaojing has a great figure and a very nice butt, so cleaning up her messes... is that okay?

Inside the Service Club, Hiratsuka Shizuka, who burst in after kicking down the door, discovered that things weren't as she had imagined. Without hesitation, she shifted the blame onto Kirito. Since it was all his fault for not explaining things clearly, Hiratsuka Shizuka felt no guilt whatsoever in passing the buck to him.

Moreover, Kirito is quite eloquent, and Hiratsuka Shizuka also wanted to find out from him what he meant by forcing Yukinoshita to do something she didn't want to do.

Kirito calmly straightened his collar, pushed up his glasses, revealing a stern and serious expression. He looked at Yukino, whose expression was currently unfriendly, and his tone carried a hint of authority, "—The purpose of the Service Club is to lend a helping hand to those in need, right?"

“…You could say that.” Yukinoshita looked steadily at Kirito and nodded slightly. “So, you mean…you’ve come here seeking help?”

Her breasts aren't big, but her tone is.

"I would love to trouble you, but you might not be able to do it." Kirito shook his head slightly. What he was thinking about was too difficult, especially for the Service Club. Even though Yukinoshita was proficient in Aikido, she was still no match for Shizuka-sensei.

Yes, Kirito wants to ask the Service Club for a favor—can you tie up Shizuka-sensei for me?

Damn it! Xiaojing, whose brain capacity is completely filled with blind dates, simply cannot understand what I meant when I said Yukinoshita was forced... Just now, when the classmate who was prostrating himself in the sashi-zashi posture was begging Yukinoshita, Yukinoshita showed a disgusted expression. Doesn't that count as being forced?

"If that's the case, then why did you come in? And why did you open the door in such a rude manner?"

"Well... you probably know Ryunosuke, the shut-in type. After all, he's our neighbor. Shizuka-sensei thought he might not be able to make any friends if he continued like this, so she wanted to correct his personality. She just wanted to think of him... but she didn't expect Ryunosuke to go home right after class, so she came to tell you in advance that he will be joining your Service Club." Under the setting sun, Kirito's glasses reflected a dazzling flash, making them look somewhat glaring.

I'm sorry, Ryunosuke. I didn't expect my friend to be sacrificed so soon. If only you had the old seal.

"...Huh?" However, after hearing Kirito's explanation and seeing his serious expression, the female teacher in the white coat immediately showed an expression of disbelief and surprise.

...Hey, Ms. Xiaojing, I'm starting to doubt whether you actually have a high school or intermediate level teaching certificate. You're definitely a kindergarten teacher, right?

Would it kill you to cooperate with me a little? Or have you been watching too many shonen manga and lost your ability to pretend, you idiot!

Kirito glanced at Hachiman beside him, who looked utterly shocked, seemingly surprised that Kirito would betray his best friend like this. He secretly made a hand gesture to Hachiman and continued, "In short, Ryunosuke will soon be joining your Service Club, and Shizuka-sensei was just a little too excited because she felt she had found you a new friend."

Why does this explanation sound like you're trying to coax a child? Is it because of the kindergarten teacher manual that those perverts from the Bamboo Forest Group sent you last night?

"So, you want me to take Akasaka along while I'm correcting Hikigaya-kun?" Yukinoshita had a knowing look on her face, as if she really believed Kirito's words.

However, if we follow Hiratsuka Shizuka's thought process, Kirito's statement is clearly very plausible, so it's normal for Yukinoshita to believe it.

“Okay, I accept this commission, but there’s one condition…” Yukinoshita puffed out her chest proudly, a determined look appearing on her usually aloof face. “Please knock on the door before you come in.”

What are you trying to prove? You can't even compare to Eriri, how dare you stand up for yourself?

"Well, I'll have Shizuka-sensei keep an eye on this later." Kirito turned his head to look at Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was chuckling awkwardly to herself, and grinned. "Right, Shizuka-sensei?"

"Haha, I'll be careful," Hiratsuka Shizuka replied with a dry laugh, scratching her head. However, she did notice that Yukinoshita and Kirito had a really strong presence when they talked, and being in the middle of it all was a bit unbearable for her…

"Shizuka, I'll choose the locations for the two meals, is that alright?" Kirito, who was in a slightly better mood, lowered his voice to a level that only he and Hiratsuka Shizuka could hear.

“It’s okay, no problem.” Hiratsuka Shizuka silently gave a thumbs up behind her back, but then felt something was off, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was.

“Well then, that’s about it for us. You can continue…” Kirito said, about to leave the Service Club, but before he could take a step, Hachiman called him back.

"Wait a minute, Kirigaya." Hachiman, with his dead fish eyes, waved his hand. "There's something I need to ask you here."

"About this student?" Kirito raised an eyebrow slightly, pointing to Yoshiteru Zaimokuza, the chuunibyou student who had just finished his meditation and whose expression was somewhat fanatical.

“Yes, he… is your fan.” Hachiman turned his head away and said in a somewhat subtle tone.

"Fujiwara-sensei, is that you?!" With a slightly excited voice, Yoshiteru Zaimokuza stood up from the ground. Kirito had no doubt that this guy would rush over in the next moment.

"Hey... skinny otaku, what do you want to ask?" Taking two steps back, Kirito stood next to Hiratsuka Shizuka, looking at her warily. Kirito was genuinely worried because the other woman's eyes reminded him of the perverts in the Bamboo Forest Group, and both his integrity and chastity were under great threat.

This guy's sweat glands are so damn active... his bottom is all wet, what exactly did you go through before?

“A novel.” Hachiman raised his hand to show the stack of manuscripts in his hand. “He wants a review, and as someone in the industry, you happen to be able to give the best advice.”

Aren't you an industry insider too?!

"As for the evaluation..." Kirito glanced at Yukino, whose face was quite grim after the kitten she seemed to be about to catch was chased away by a stray dog ​​on the roadside. She wouldn't allow outsiders to interfere...

"I can't really put it into words. In short, just read and think carefully, and aim to be able to confidently recommend your light novel to your family... Yes, you can do it! Believe in yourself!"

Anyway, it's impossible for me. As for whether you can... let fate decide!

Please feed them, yes, you need to pat them!

087

【NO.86 A Mistake That Happened in the Gutter】

Kirito found it hard to understand why he had to choose Yukinoshita, who was known for her sharp tongue, to give a critique. He could have just posted the article on a website. Trolls only annoy you, and that's all. Even if you wanted to find a troll to beat up, there was nothing you could do. But Yukinoshita's sharp tongue made you want to put a sack over your head and beat her with a brick... Especially since you could actually do it anytime.

In addition, given Yoshiteru Zaimokuza's highly developed sweat glands, if Yukinoshita were to point out all the flaws in his writing, he might die of dehydration.

Ugh, dying from dehydration is a little scary!

"You dare to lie to me!"

"Teacher Xiaojing, please pay attention to the quality."

Just as Kirito closed the door to the Service Club room, he was suddenly pinned against the wall by a wall slam. Looking at the face so close to his own, Kirito hesitated whether to close his eyes, since it's said that closing your eyes makes the experience more effective when being wall-slammed...

"Sometimes it's better to use your words than your hands."

"I'm really unhappy right now! I owe you two meals for no reason, and I'm being looked at like a violent maniac by Yukinoshita." Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed a little irritable, but actually the hand pressing on Kirito's shoulder wasn't very strong.

"What goes around comes around." Kirito glanced at both sides of the corridor, then nodded meaningfully. "Hey, Shizuka-sensei, you think... most people wouldn't bother walking this way, right?"

"What do you want to say?" With her eyes slightly narrowed, Hiratsuka Shizuka sensed that the atmosphere had become a little strange after Kirito's words.

"Actually, it's nothing. I was just thinking about how to quickly implement a change in image quality, or rather, art style..." With his right hand gripping Hiratsuka Shizuka's hand pressing on his shoulder, Kirito's lips curled into a smile as he looked at Hiratsuka's puzzled expression. "You probably don't know, but I actually mastered my romance-themed art style when I was thirteen and got a girlfriend..."

"..." Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes seemed a little hurt. She got a girlfriend at thirteen... I'm almost thirty and still haven't found a boyfriend...

"Tell me, the art style that suits a shonen manga should be..." At this point, Kirito's eyes suddenly sharpened. He grabbed Hiratsuka Shizuka's hand and pushed it to the right, while his left hand formed a palm strike and slashed at Hiratsuka Shizuka's armpit. Then, he bent down, turned around, and came behind Hiratsuka Shizuka. With a push and pull, he pressed Hiratsuka Shizuka against the wall, his knee against Hiratsuka Shizuka's knee joint, preventing her from straightening her leg. With his hand gripping her back, Hiratsuka Shizuka was now practically crippled in half of her ability to resist.

"...Did you go back to the dojo to take a look?"

"hateful!!!"

This is Hiratsuka Shizuka's roar.

"It's only natural to adopt a loser's posture when you lose, isn't it?" Leaning forward slightly, Kirito chuckled as he watched Hiratsuka Shizuka's expression shift from surprise and panic to a controlled resentment. "I've said it before, don't underestimate a kendo genius who can take down several dojos at the age of ten."

"You didn't say that!!" Hiratsuka Shizuka roared in an extremely ungraceful posture, completely unexpected that Kirito would suddenly retaliate, but to be honest, Hiratsuka Shizuka was now a little excited.

"I didn't say that, so just remember it now." Kirito grinned. *You think I'm a slime if I don't show my teeth?*

By the way, this pose seems... quite suitable for the female protagonist of this novel, especially the female teacher theme.

"To be honest, it's really not good to resort to violence at the slightest disagreement. Haven't you seen me abandon my studies for martial arts? Besides, it's not uncommon for people to make mistakes unexpectedly, just like you are now."

Ugh, a sewer...?

Suddenly I'm a little hesitant to use similar phrases anymore.

"Have you said enough?!" Hiratsuka Shizuka's angry expression suddenly calmed down, which really startled Kirito. Logically speaking, she shouldn't be saying now—If you don't let go, I'll make my fists love you properly, believe it or not?

Then, Kirito felt a sharp pain in his foot. He instinctively stepped back, his grip on Hiratsuka Shizuka loosening involuntarily, and then... that was it.

Kirito was pinned to the ground by Hiratsuka Shizuka, who had a bright smile on her face. "Indeed, you're right. There are quite a few things that can go wrong, like what you're doing now."

Damn it, use my exact words to shut me up.

Looking at this lone wolf, Kirito was certain that a sudden attack might be able to deal with her, but to truly defeat her, he would definitely need two wooden swords in hand.

"I admit you're stronger now. I'm outmatched today. Do whatever you want with me." Looking at Hiratsuka Shizuka sitting on him, Kirito gave up thinking, spread his arms wide, and gave her an expression that said, "Do whatever you want."

"Hmph, heh heh heh heh hahaha! You think you can beat me with this level of skill?" Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed to have been triggered, and then let out a three-part queenly laugh. "You're still talking nonsense! I try to avoid fighting, but I never run away. When you attack me, your fate is sealed!"

"Hmph! As expected of Hiratsuka Shizuka! She actually managed to see through my weakness!"

"Leave your remains..."

"Hey, Hiratsuka-sensei, and Kazuto, can you tell me what you're doing right now?"

The two, who had suddenly started exchanging lines from manga, heard this voice and instinctively turned their heads to look in the direction from which the sound came. It was Asuna, who was peeking out from the manga club room, and her smile was somewhat friendly.

"You might not believe it, but this brat started it." With a barely perceptible blush on her face, Hiratsuka Shizuka casually got off Kirito. "He actually wanted to use me to try and transform the familiar art style. He was simply courting death."

As she said this, Hiratsuka Shizuka's feelings were quite subtle, with a strange sense of guilt.

"Hey, Kazuto-kun, didn't you say you were going to buy drinks twenty minutes ago?" Asuna nodded slightly in understanding to Hiratsuka Shizuka's words, then looked down at Kirito, who was tidying his disheveled clothes. "Where are the drinks?"

"...I'll go buy it right now." Without hesitation, Kirito stood up from the ground and ran quickly towards the vending machine.

Seriously, seeing Asuna's expression right now, Kirito subconsciously recalled those few lines he saw last night—his brain was trembling!

"Hiratsuka-sensei, is there anything I can help you with?" With her eyes slightly narrowed, Asuna turned her gaze from Kirito's back to Hiratsuka Shizuka, who looked embarrassed.