The all-powerful middle schooler

"Uh……"

The shrine maiden senior briefly crashed.

"No need to say more, I concede! As agreed, our Supernatural Research Club will change our club activities and will no longer interfere with Shuchiin's 'mystery'."

She gradually recovered from the blow, stood up, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.

"Then we'll take our leave."

"Wait, junior!"

Just as he was about to leave, A-Ten-Bō-Meng stopped him.

"Is there anything else?"

He put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and asked.

"Hasegawa-kun, after our discussion, I've realized my shortcomings. It's incredibly foolish of me to presume to love when I don't understand it, so I want to change this weakness..."

A-Tianfangmeng clasped her hands together, tilting them slightly. A touch of rosy blush appeared on her exquisite face, and her eyes held an even gentler smile.

"Hasegawa-san, I want to ask you to teach me what love is!"

"Eh!?"

Everyone in the Paranormal Research Department was dumbfounded.

To everyone's surprise, their minister actually said something that sounded like a confession after the defeat!

Oh my god, I'm so envious!

"What would a wise man say in response?"

Rikka's breathing quickened slightly, and for some reason, she felt nervous.

"There's no need to even think about this kind of thing."

Natsukawa Masaki even yawned.

"Sorry, I don't accept this kind of request."

Just as she expected, the minister simply took out his right hand from his pocket, waved it, and walked towards them with an air of nonchalance, leaving the shrine maiden senior heartbroken and squatting in a corner drawing circles.

"Minister, another complete victory! You truly are the person I rely on most!"

She moved closer again, mimicking the sound of a clip.

"You've worked hard, wise one."

Rokka Kotori also came forward to offer her condolences.

"It's nothing, this should be an easy challenge."

Hasegawa Izumi looked regretful.

It seems that Shuchiin Academy will not produce any opponents stronger than Busujima-senpai and Shinomiya-kun.

This is probably the limit of genius in the world today.

"Hmm? What about Dekomori and Nibuya?"

That's when he noticed.

"Could it be that the Bureau of Management pulled a dirty trick! They actually took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack."

Rikka Takanashi immediately became alert, fearing an attack from the shadows.

"They should be outside."

Natsukawa Masaki pointed to the doorway.

The three of them walked out of the Paranormal Research Department and then saw this scene.

"Let go of me, you sow!"

"You little brat, damn it!"

Nibutani Morika and Dekomori Sanae were wrestling, each grabbing the other's sleeve and rolling around on the ground, cursing each other.

Suddenly, Sanae Tokomaru seized the opportunity, tilted her head back, and rammed it into Nibuya's forehead.

"boom!"

"Ouch."

The one who groaned was Dansheng Valley, while Dekomori looked relaxed.

"It's so hard... head."

She covered her head, feeling a stinging sensation in her eyes.

"Hahaha! You're too weak. You think you can defeat me? You're a hundred years too early to die!"

Sanae Tokomori looked smug.

"How long are you two going to stay there?"

The sarcastic remarks made by Natsukawa Masuzu from the side distracted the two.

"Eh? Is it over already? Sage, what was the result? Death."

Sanae Tokomori quickly got up, ran to his side, and looked on expectantly.

"Why don't you brush the dust off your clothes first?"

He smiled and glanced at the girl.

"Oh……"

After Sanae Dekomori and Morika Nibutani finished tidying up their appearance, they learned of the victory.

"Woohoo~"

Although it was expected, Sanae Dekomori happily swung her two Wind and Thunder Whips.

"Having successfully defeated the forces of the underworld, the 'mystery' of Shuchiin will ultimately belong to our Far East Magic Society!"

……

The club activities ended, and the excitement gave way to calm.

"Ok?"

Just as Izumi Hasegawa was about to leave the school, her expression suddenly changed.

He sensed a gaze from the shadows.

85. If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening.

Kendo Club.

In the courtyard behind, where birds sing and flowers bloom.

"My senior seems to be spacing out again. She's been like this ever since that day."

"Losing to Hasegawa-san must be the first time in your life that you've lost to someone around your age, right? It must feel really bad, right?"

Two girls dressed in kendo uniforms were watching the figure under the tree and whispering among themselves.

As people who frequently lose, they cannot empathize and can only make their own inferences.

Clearly, they misunderstood.

Saeko Busujima looked up at the sky, her gaze somewhat unfocused, and muttered to herself.

"I have never seen a sword like that before, so pure, so powerful, and so beautiful..."

The sword fight of that day is still vivid in my mind, as if it were projected into the sky. The clash of swords produced a sound that shook my soul.

She had used all her strength, employing the swordsmanship she had honed since childhood, a style she considered impeccable among her peers, yet that man had easily broken through her moves.

Despite her swordsmanship skills, she was like a toddler learning to walk in front of that man. She couldn't even touch his body, let alone force him to use his full strength.

Do not!

They didn't even know how much of their strength the opponent had used!

Even if one uses breathing techniques and sword stances that cannot be used in public, the same applies.

That kind of sword was beyond her imagination.

He is stronger than her, stronger than her father, the grandmaster of the Busujima family, and even... comparable to the legendary Japanese sword saint!

Such a judgment seems absurd. After all, there are only a handful of martial artists at the level of Sword Saint in this world. How could a high school student possibly reach that level?

If she told her father, he would definitely think she had been beaten senseless.

But that's really what she thinks.

“Hehehehe…”

As she imagined the battle again, a slightly ferocious, sickly smile suddenly appeared on her pretty, cold face, transforming her gentle and mature demeanor into that of a bloodthirsty and vicious demon.

"I really want to know about that sword..."

"I really want to keep fighting him..."

"Even being hit by a sword like that would be a wonderful thing."

She lightly touched her lips with her fingers, her expression becoming excited.

Indeed, after that battle, Saeko Busujima felt no sense of defeat. Instead, she became even more excited, and even her previously suppressed bloodlust was brought out. The two combined to produce an even more wonderful reaction.

"Hasegawa-san, it's so wonderful that you exist in this world."

"I am... satisfied."

But the prerequisite for achieving these things is to know the other party.

So Saeko Busujima thought about visiting Hasegawa, but she had many concerns every time she was about to take action.

Is someone like her really capable?

Do you think she's a pervert?

She, who appears quite mature to others, is experiencing adolescent-like anxieties.

"That's... Hasegawa-san?"

As Saeko Busujima was leaving the kendo club and preparing to go home, she suddenly noticed a familiar figure not far away.

She instinctively hid to the side, secretly observing, her mind starting to churn with conflicting thoughts.

"This is a rare opportunity, let's just..."

The girl made up her mind and carefully followed the other person, eventually reaching a ninety-degree corner.

She continued to follow, but when she turned the corner, she found that the other person had disappeared from sight.

Just then, a sound suddenly came from behind.

"How long are you going to keep following me... Wait, Busujima-senpai?"

……

After noticing the peeping gaze, Izumi Hasegawa didn't pay much attention at first, since this kind of thing was quite common, given his current popularity.

But soon he discovered that the furtive gaze had been there all along, even following him out of the school gate.

So, taking advantage of the lack of visibility at the corner, he climbed over the wall next to him, went back around, and then saw that striking dark purple long hair and pretty face.

However, her familiar, aloof face seemed to flush slightly, showing a hint of hesitation.

"Hasegawa-kun, hello..."

Saeko Busujima responded by slightly raising her hand, her gaze somewhat evasive.

"Oh, good afternoon, senior. Is there something you need?"

He was somewhat surprised by the mature and sophisticated senior's behavior and asked in confusion.

"Yes, there are some things. Can we talk about them over there?"

She pointed to a small garden not far away, a place where they could have a quiet conversation.

"alright."