The all-powerful middle schooler

"Just arrived."

"Did you find anything?"

"What else could we possibly discover? Everything is unremarkable; it might just be a false alarm."

"It should be true. I've had someone predict it, and aliens do exist."

"Oh...really?"

"Izayama Yomi said lazily."

"I know you're tired... but I can't help it. We're really short-staffed, and you're not satisfied with the people I assigned to you."

"Those people will only hold me back."

At this point, Jinguji Ayame was quite helpless. People like Teikyoko are rare in the world, but compared to the endless stream of demons and monsters, such combat power would be inadequate.

"Anyway, you can treat this mission like a vacation. I heard there's a fireworks display that day..."

"Okay, I'm hanging up."

Isayama Yomi didn't let her finish her pointless talk.

"Still watching fireworks..."

The girl scoffed, but then her expression turned somewhat resentful, as if she were remembering that she was still a high school sophomore and that such a daily life was perhaps what she should have.

Unfortunately, no one could watch the fireworks with her.

The only person who could move her heart was someone she was too shy to invite herself.

"Ok?"

Izayama Yomi's expression changed, and he leaped onto the rooftop balcony, turning his head to fix his gaze on a certain spot.

A girl dressed like a magical girl from an anime was moving at high speed and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye. Judging from her skills, she was no ordinary ability user.

Watching the other person walk away, she snapped the chocolate bar in half with a "snap" and revealed an expression of great interest.

"We've only just arrived on the island and we've already met one... Could it also be because of the 'alien' incident?"

"It seems this mission might be more exciting than I imagined."

Volume 4: 48 A scene of joy and harmony

A few days later.

The atmosphere on the resort island wasn't exactly harmonious, but the presence of the Fujiwara sisters, who were out of sorts, occasionally helped to lighten the mood, making the trip relatively peaceful.

"Boom boom boom..."

There was a knock on the door.

"What do you want from me?"

Eriri opened the door and found a silver-haired witch. She immediately showed an impatient expression.

"Let's go outside and talk."

Natsukawa Masuzu completely ignored her attitude and simply said something indifferently.

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

"I see. Then don't blame us for isolating you, Sawamura-kun~"

"You also contacted other people?"

"Because...nobody wants it to end like this, meaninglessly, right?"

Eriri watched the other person's departing figure, her expression shifting between light and dark before she finally pursed her lips and followed.

We arrived at a pavilion in the forest.

Everyone sat down in a circle. Except for the Fujiwara sisters and the Hasegawa siblings, everyone else was present.

So, how should we start the conversation?

Eriri glanced at them and said, "I know you were eavesdropping too, weren't you? So, what are your thoughts?"

"I don't want to die apart from the Sage."

Sanae Tokomori was the first to speak, but her usually high-pitched voice had become low.

"Me too."

Natsukawa Masuzu rested her chin on one hand, her smooth silver hair gliding across her cheek, looking somewhat disheveled.

Even people like Rikka Takanashi, Morika Nibutani, and Kaguya Shinomiya, who don't usually show their emotions, displayed similar expressions.

It seems that this incident has been a big blow to everyone.

Eriri was surprised to realize that she might be the most optimistic one.

So she sighed and said, "Actually, you don't have to be so pessimistic. Parting doesn't mean you won't see each other again... For example, I had a cold war with Quan for a while. He transferred to another school and didn't even tell me."

"Sawamura-kun, are you cheering us on? That's strange... But are you showing off?!"

Kaguya Shinomiya said through gritted teeth.

The girls glanced at them sideways, some angrily, others with disdain.

"There's really nothing we can do about it, after all, we've been childhood sweethearts!"

Eriri closed her eyes, spread her hands, and looked slightly smug.

"That's where you're ahead of us."

"You're just lucky."

"No matter how long it takes, it's still the same death as everyone else's."

This angered the others, who also spoke up.

Although they started arguing, it was still more bearable than the previous gloomy and depressing atmosphere.

"Hey."

Eriri opened one eye, glanced at everyone again, and said arrogantly, as if her true nature had been revealed.

"What a useless bunch of idiots, they need my guidance too."

This time, everyone ignored those remarks and shifted the topic to another area—

According to their understanding, the farewell that Hasegawa spoke of was obviously something that was destined to happen, so it was useless for them to stop it. Even if they said "I'm willing to do anything" and held onto that man's hand tightly, it would be meaningless and would only make them look humble and ridiculous.

Let's cherish this hard-won time before it ends.

Soon, through discussion, everyone reached a certain degree of consensus.

Cooperation brings mutual benefit, while conflict leads to mutual defeat.

In the days to come, they may be competitors, but they can also be collaborators.

.......

Outside the villa, at a small table.

"Strange, where did everyone go? I can't find them."

Standing in the shadow of the eaves, Fujiwara Chika held her hands in front of her eyes as if they were binoculars.

"Kukuku, shall I use blood magic to track their presence?"

Koji took a sip of tomato juice.

"Superpowered people really can do anything!"

Mengye, sitting next to him, looked on with envy.

"No need, I saw them come back."

Fujiwara Chika suddenly turned her gaze.

At this moment, beautiful girls in swimsuits emerged from the alley, each one graceful and alluring, enough to make even the world-class model exhibition pale in comparison.

Where has everyone gone?!

"We went out and had a friendly sparring session."

Kaguya Shinomiya smiled slightly, her seemingly cold, scarlet eyes giving off a captivating, intoxicating beauty, like someone who had just drunk a glass of red wine.

Fujiwara Chika was stunned for a moment until the chatting and laughing girls walked past her.

She could clearly feel that the atmosphere among everyone had become much more harmonious.

The girl was both happy and indignant upon discovering this.

[Damn it, everyone's been chatting behind my back!]

The girls came to his side and called out each other's names.

"Minister~!"

"spring."

"Sage."

"Lord Sage."

"Seeker."

"Hase River."

The boy, who was leisurely spending his days in a rocking chair, put down his comic book and looked up.

"what happened?"

The girls' enthusiasm was exceptionally high, making it impossible to ignore.

Even his tone sounded inexplicably guilty.

"Minister, I've noticed something: ever since I ate your cooking, I can't eat anything else! If possible, I wish you could cook for me every day..."

"No."

As expected, the silver-haired witch's request was rejected decisively.

Even the others didn't react in time.

However, Natsukawa Masaki was just saying it casually; her real purpose was to throw out a suggestion to start the next topic—

"Hmph! Minister, you'd better take responsibility! I'll starve if I don't get to eat your cooking from now on! In that case, Minister, you should teach us how to cook, so that if one day you disappear, we'll at least have something to remember you by..."

These words highlight the sincerity of the speaker.

"Is this also your idea?"

Hasegawa Izumi didn't respond to her at first, but looked around.

"Ah."

Everyone nodded.

"Izumi-chan, I want one too!"

Fujiwara Chika quickly raised her hand.

"Alright, then I'll teach you properly."

He then confirmed it.

After that, the group went to the kitchen.

The girls began to learn cooking skills from him in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Most of them only had experience from cooking classes. Some had thought about studying this knowledge in the past, but gave up when they thought of the existence of the 'Saint Chef'.

After all, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, and even those with special abilities are no exception.

But at this moment, they were all fully focused on honing their culinary skills.

It wasn't that I wanted to prove anything, but simply that I wanted to take this opportunity to experience what it's like to be a newlywed wife.

Therefore, various harmonious scenes appeared in the kitchen, such as letting the men taste the miso soup and asking if it suited their taste, or letting the men teach them step by step.

For a moment, everyone was in a harmonious and joyful atmosphere, as if they had formed a big family together.