The all-powerful middle schooler

And so, after an unknown amount of time, Isayama Yomi finally caught up with the evil spirit.

"It went into the tram station again?"

She stopped in front of the tram station entrance, her expression somewhat solemn.

"If we fight directly, it will probably cause a lot of chaos, but if we don't intervene, I'm afraid... well, I can't worry about that now."

Under the somewhat surprised gazes of passersby, Isayama Yomi gritted her teeth and made a decision, rushing down the stairs with extremely nimble movements, like a gust of wind.

"Is that girl a modern-day samurai? She's holding a knife."

"What a cool older sister."

"Are they filming a movie? Where are the cameras?"

Passersby were talking a lot.

"Huh... the fluctuations in spiritual energy suddenly disappeared?"

Soon, Izayama Yomi arrived at the platform, gripped his sword sheath, and prepared his emergency plan when he suddenly sensed the disappearance of that aura. It wasn't just weakening little by little, but completely disappearing.

This situation is quite unusual.

"Could they have escaped using some method I don't know about?"

Filled with doubt, she boarded the tram and headed towards the spot where the aura had disappeared, wanting to confirm the specific results.

Enter the second carriage.

She remained alert, gripping the Lion King sword, ready to draw it at any moment, her gaze fixed on the seemingly empty middle section of the carriage.

There were still traces of spiritual energy fluctuations remaining there.

But even with Luan Honglian's help, she couldn't see anything more or determine the state of the evil spirit.

However, the guess in her heart was—

This evil spirit was destroyed for reasons unknown.

As the girl pondered, she sat down in the seat next to her, intending to wait for the tram to stop at the next station.

"Ugh... Brother, no, my other half... have I fallen into a deep sleep?"

"Oh right, Kobato, you're still like a child, you love to sleep."

"Uh, that's because they were too exhausted in their battle against the Evil King's True Eye!"

"It's just playing a game, it won't get tiring at all, right? When will the future true ancestor of vampires finally stand up for himself?"

Suddenly, the voices across from her caught her attention; the speakers appeared to be a brother and sister.

The chat was quite interesting, and the two names that appeared were rather intimidating.

Although the world is changing, she is not naive enough to think that such an exaggerated title means that the person is some kind of powerful figure; she probably just thinks it's a joke.

"Huh? This person looks like..."

When Yomi Isayama noticed the man's face, her eyes widened in surprise.

"You... seem to know me."

At that very moment, as if sensing her gaze, the other person looked at her, and at the same time, the sound of a flowing spring rang out.

What kind of eyes are these?

It is as clear as a blue sky with white clouds, as deep as the sea, and as unreachable as the starry sky.

That one glance seemed to hold one in place for eternity.

"Ah... um."

A blush crept onto the girl's face.

It's a strange feeling, I guess it's called... embarrassment?

"Oh?"

Having received confirmation, Izumi Hasegawa continued to look at her, awaiting her next response.

"Um... Hello, nice to meet you. I am Isayama Yomi. I have been practicing swordsmanship since I was a child, and Busujima-senpai has always been my role model. Having had several private duels with her, I know just how exquisite her swordsmanship is. So when I learned that Busujima-senpai was defeated by someone younger than me, I did some research and that's how I came to know what you look like, Hasegawa."

Jianshan Huangquan straightened his expression and returned to normal.

"So this is ah."

After learning about it, Izumi Hasegawa stopped caring.

'Huh? Is the conversation over already?'

Isayama Yomi's expression was somewhat surprised.

She is a pretty girl, and she has many admirers at school, which should make people curious, right?

"Kukuku, as expected of my other half, your fame is already widespread."

"It's alright, it's just because I have some strength."

"Hmph, is this a mockery of me?"

"You should think about your midterm exams first, you silly little sister."

"Damn it, I can definitely do it...!"

The girl smiled slightly as she watched the brother and sister bickering.

Such beautiful family affection was something she had never experienced before, and it was truly something to yearn for.

"Um, Hasegawa-kun, although it's a bit sudden, I'd like to ask you a favor. I'd like to have a swordsmanship spar with you... I want to experience the superb swordsmanship that can defeat Busujima-senpai."

After hesitating several times, Isayama Yomi finally revealed his thoughts.

It's nominally a friendly exchange, but in reality it's a challenge.

Do you want to challenge me?

Hasegawa Izumi carefully examined the other person and fell silent.

As is well known, in terms of combat—

a > b, b > c, does not equal a > c.

"Please don't underestimate me. Actually, during my last challenge, the gap between me and Busujima-senpai was already very close. I originally planned to win the kendo tournament this year..."

Isayama Yomi mistakenly took this as a dismissive attitude, and thus confidently stated...

Does your confidence come from this knife?

Hasegawa Izumi's gaze fell on the 'Lion King' beside her.

Could this person possibly sense the existence of Luan Honglian?

While expressing his surprise, Izayama Yomi shook his head and said, "It was with my own swordsmanship!"

"Then there's even less chance. They can barely even challenge Busujima-senpai."

After offering his assessment, Hasegawa Izumi continued leisurely, "Let's skip the challenge; I just happen to be busy today."

I was rejected.

The girl was somewhat disappointed and asked another question: "Will you participate in the kendo tournament, Hasegawa?"

"No, there's no need to participate in such trivial competitions."

He didn't care.

'Is this guy's tone a bit...? I really want to hit him!'

The girl felt a headache coming on.

"Next stop..."

Just then, the arrival information announcement began to be broadcast.

The three of them came out of the tram stop.

“Isayama, right? Considering we’ve met once, I’ll give you some advice…”

Hasegawa Izumi, holding her younger sister's hand, suddenly turned her head and said.

"To possess such a knife is both a blessing and a curse. However... the ignorant are always doomed, just like these foolish people who live in a daze and cannot resist the ruthlessness of the world."

"And so it is with you. If you cannot control it, then it is the sword controlling the person; if you can control it, then it is the person controlling the sword. These are completely different concepts... Think it over carefully."

Even after the other person had gone far away, that ethereal voice still echoed clearly in my ears.

"Man controls sword, sword controls man, what kind of riddle is this?"

Isayama Yomi murmured a word, then looked down at the treasured sword "Lion King" he was carrying, his eyes gradually becoming thoughtful.

Although the other person spoke strangely, it didn't prevent her from understanding the meaning behind it.

What you hold in your hand may not necessarily be yours.

Just as great power can drive humanity to depravity, so too can powerful weapons, which may subtly control humanity.

"Thank you for your kind words, Hasegawa."

She bowed deeply in the direction the other person had left.

Even though it was just a casual suggestion, it was enough for her to learn a lot.

"And one more thing……"

She looked down again.

From the very beginning, she could feel Luan Honglian trembling. At first, she thought it was excitement, but now she was sure it was fear!

The spirit beast born from this treasured sword, a supernatural being, actually fears a human?

"This can only mean one thing: Hasegawa is very strong, stronger than anyone could imagine... Could it be that he, like that sword saint, broke through that insurmountable barrier on his own?"

A sense of respect welled up in the girl's heart.

A few minutes later.

"Miss Isayama, are you alright?"

"It's alright, the matter has been resolved."

She then reported the information to the staff who came over, only saying that she had destroyed the evil spirit, without revealing any information about Hasegawa.

63 was actually the script for "The Return of the Dragon King"!?

The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, dappling the room and bathing everything in a warm golden hue.

In the soft light, the girl slightly opened her hazy eyes, then slowly sat up, her long silver hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall, emitting a faint fragrance.

She walked barefoot on the soft carpet to the window, gently pulled back the curtains, and sunlight instantly flooded the room, making her face even more beautiful and charming.

"When will we finally reach the point where we don't need to eat, you ultimate life form?"

Feeling the hunger coursing through her body, Natsukawa Masaki sighed.

She went to the kitchen, made corn porridge, and juiced the vegetables with a juicer, thus solving her breakfast problem.

Just as Hasegawa had predicted, she had no favorite food and was used to eating liquid food.

Of course, there is one exception.

"If I could eat the minister's cooking every day, I would be happy to do so."

Natsukawa Masaki closed her eyes, savoring the taste of the food, and gently licked the corner of her mouth.

This gesture seemed to carry an unintentional charm, the tip of the tongue gently gliding across the lips, as if savoring some indescribable sweetness.

But the smile on her face didn't last long. Back in reality, she glanced at the money in her wallet and frowned.

Because of her defiance of the order, she was subjected to financial sanctions by her father. With no savings, she naturally found herself in dire straits a month later.

"Looks like I need to find a way to make money."

As she thought about it, she put on her school shoes, pushed open the door, and left.

……

"You seem to have something on your mind."