Chapter 341: The First Day of the New Semester
Usually, in manga, there's often a kind of storyline like this: when the author doesn't know how to continue the plot, they'll come up with some tricks to drag it out — for example, suddenly giving the main character a childhood friend who reappears, or a "non-blood-related little sister" brought by remarried parents.
But Sakurai Saki really didn't expect that such a thing would happen to himself.
Little sister? Since the moment he opened his eyes to this world, he hadn't even met his biological parents, let alone any so-called "little sister."
Eve Lunatique? Not even their surnames or given names sound remotely alike?
"Alright, introductions are over. You two go find your seats." The homeroom teacher, Obayashi Hikaru, scratched his head tiredly, then slumped onto the teacher's desk and said, "The opening ceremony will end at ten-thirty. You've all attended plenty of those already, so there's nothing more to explain."
"That's all."
After saying that, he left the classroom.
As soon as the homeroom teacher walked out, the class immediately became lively.
"Eve-san? Is it okay if I call you that?" Karen from the media club quickly pulled out her notebook!
Big news at last! Of course a new school year needs a new character to appear, that's how it should be!
The flames of gossip burning within Karen could no longer be extinguished! They were blazing intensely!
"Sure." Eve nodded. She wasn't good at dealing with overly enthusiastic people.
"Eve-san, are you really the sister of the Student Council General Affairs Sakurai?"
"Yes."
"Are you living together now?"
"No."
"Eve-san, are you a foreigner?"
"...Yes."
"Do you like him?"
"Hate."
The number of onlookers kept increasing, and before long, this transfer student girl had become the center of attention in Class 3-A.
In the classroom, Hayasaka Ai and Shinomiya Kaguya exchanged glances.
"She's the one we ran into last time, right?"
"Umu." Ai-chan nodded.
She also hadn't expected that the person she accidentally met at the airport would turn out to be her boyfriend's sister.
But those two looked absolutely nothing alike.
Could it be the "non-blood-related sister" type? This plot is like a K-drama already!
Even more bizarre than a drama!
'Huh?' Hayasaka Ai noticed Eve looking at her with pleading eyes.
Eve: (இ﹏இ`｡)
It seemed this girl wasn't very good at handling crowds, was she?
Shinomiya Kaguya noticed as well and spoke up, "Everyone, don't crowd around too much, you're making Eve-san uncomfortable."
"Got it! Kaguya-sama!"
"Sorry, Eve-chan is a foreigner, so we should speak English instead!"
Hey, that's missing the point!
"Hello~ hello~ can you hear me? How are you? I'm your brother's friend."
Secretary-chan, your English skills can't possibly be that bad, can they?
You're the daughter of a politician, and that's all the English you know?
Also, your motive for approaching her is way too obvious, isn't it?
Trying to use the little sister to make my boyfriend change his mind, huh? Hmph, clever move, Secretary-chan, but too bad — the relationship between Sakurai and his little sister isn't good at all. Even after dating for over two years, he's never mentioned her once.
Hayasaka: （￣へ￣）
At that moment—
"Eve, I have something to talk to you about." Sakurai Saki stood up, walked over to her, and smiled as he took her hand.
"Chika, you girls can continue later. I have a family matter to discuss with her."
"Family matter?" Chika asked curiously.
"Umu, something rather troublesome."
Suddenly gaining a little sister — tell me, isn't that troublesome enough already?
——
Bringing the blonde girl along, the two went up to the rooftop.
Locking the door from the inside, Sakurai Saki crossed his arms and looked at her with a probing gaze: "Who exactly are you?"
The answer wasn't hard to guess — someone from the old organization, no doubt.
Even though he had already figured out most of it, he still wanted to hear it directly from her own mouth.
"S02, Golden Darkness. Hello, nii-san."The strands of golden hair behind her swayed as she spoke, their tips instantly transforming into sharp blades.
"What's the mission?" Sakurai Saki asked with a smile.
"This time's mission—assassination."
The moment those words fell.
"Swoosh!"
The blade sliced through the air.
"This kind of assassination—no killing intent, no strength, and lacking the most important element of a true assassin."
Killing everyone in sight makes it a good assassination, huh? Don't tell me you learned the 'assassination' method from King Hassan or something.
Sakurai Saki reached out his hand, pinching the weapon formed from her hair, and spoke calmly: "Weaponization… do you think using a portion of my power would be enough to defeat me?"
"Traitor." Yami said, retracting her weapon.
A few strands of golden hair slipped from Sakurai Saki's fingers.
"Traitor? That's what they told you? If anything, I haven't even left the organization yet."
"But ever since you left, many people have died. If you hadn't left, everyone could've lived." Yami spoke with a sorrowful tone.
Moral coercion? No, looking at her, it seemed she didn't understand that concept at all.
She just didn't want to see people die right before her eyes.
An assassin with that much emotion — that's quite rare.
"Is living a life full of fighting like that really fun?" Sakurai Saki stepped closer, reaching out to pinch her cheek. "Wanna try living like a normal person for once?"
Yami brushed his hand away, turned around, and left the rooftop — but before closing the door, she left behind a single line.
"I will kill you."
A few seconds later, she opened the rooftop door again, face blushing red, and hurriedly ran up to Sakurai Saki.
"This is your letter, take it!"
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Sakurai Saki held the white envelope, watching the back of his 'little sister' rushing away in embarrassment, momentarily at a loss for words.
This little sister of his… is actually kind of cute, isn't she?
——
At the same time.
In the classroom.
Another transfer student was caught in an incredibly awkward situation.
Shijo Mikado had already prepared himself for the difficulty of fitting in after transferring schools, but he hadn't expected it to be this hard.
It was the final year of high school — by now, the relationships in class were almost completely fixed. Trying to blend in was harder than reaching the heavens!
'Everyone's watching, but no one's coming to talk to me. Why is that transfer student getting all the attention?'
Just because she's a beauty?
Damn it! This world really is too shallow!
At that moment, Shijo Mikado felt completely hopeless about this face-obsessed world!
'Nee-san, help me!' Shijo Mikado looked at Shijo Maki with eyes full of desperate pleading.
But then, he realized…
'Nee-san, why are you just standing there watching? Are you really betraying me?'
Shijo Maki covered her mouth, smirking mischievously — she had absolutely no intention of helping.
That's just how sibling relationships are.
Close and harmonious? Not a chance.
Shijo Mikado began scanning the classroom for anyone he might know.
As the (temporary) heir of a financial conglomerate family, he did recognize a few familiar faces.
For example… Kashiwagi Nagisa.
She was Shijo Maki's friend — they'd met a few times at home.
But that girl looked kind of intimidating, so Shijo Mikado didn't dare approach her.
After searching for a while, he finally found the one person he could talk to — Shinomiya Kaguya.
She sat quietly by herself, silently in that spot.
Umu, perfect.
Shijo Mikado slowly stood up and walked over to Kaguya.
"Yo, Hime-sama, long time no see, how've you been?"
Shinomiya Kaguya snapped out of her fake nap, raising her head to look at him.
"Hime-sama? Are the sons of the Shijo family always this rude?" Kaguya said coldly. "I suggest you take back that strange way of addressing me!"
Shijo Mikado weakly said, "We met a few times at parties when we were kids, remember?"
"I have absolutely no recollection of that."
"...ok."
Shijo Mikado drooped his head and trudged back to his seat.
It's over!
Don't tell me I'm going to spend my final year of high school in total loneliness like this?
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