Hayato felt that even though he was broke, as Miyajima-senpai said, two wooden swords weren't of much use to her.
"Then I'll hold onto it for now, and I'll pay you back when I have money, Senpai…"
He could only rely on 'borrowing' it.
Miyajima Sakura waved her hand in front of her chest, saying it was fine.
But after thinking about it, she wasn't stubborn; things for later could be discussed later.
The matter of buying the sword was temporarily concluded.
Miyajima Sakura tucked her loose bangs behind her ears, "Since the matter is settled, I'll bid farewell to Hayato-kun here."
"Ah, mm." Hayato nodded, then casually asked, "Miyajima-senpai planning to go home?"
Miyajima Sakura shook her head and said, "I'm going to the department store to buy some groceries."
"Then I'll go with you," Hayato said, "to carry things or something…" After receiving such a great kindness, just leaving would be heartless.
"Eh?" Miyajima Sakura's pupils trembled.
"Eh?" Hayato made the same sound, "Is it not appropriate? Oh, I'm sorry, hahahaha, I'll leave immediately."
Whoa, even though he said it casually, it was a bit too abrupt.
Just as Hayato was about to say 'goodbye,' Miyajima Sakura reached out and grabbed his sleeve: "…Can I?"
"Can't you?" Hayato retorted.
"…Can I?" Miyajima Sakura continued to ask.
"I guess so." Hayato nodded somewhat inexplicably.
"Mm." Miyajima Sakura nodded at the same time, a hint of sweetness in her polite smile.
What's wrong with this Senpai? Hayato thought wildly, then shivered, "Then let's hurry up, this weather is really cold…"
He should have known better than to lend his jacket to Nanao Akane.
A gentleman for a moment, but he suffered for it.
"Huh?" Miyajima Sakura looked at Hayato. She tilted her head.
"…What are you 'huh-ing' about again?" Hayato was helpless.
Sometimes he really couldn't keep up with this Senpai's thought process.
"Hayato-kun, are you… not doing it for cultivation?" Miyajima Sakura asked.
"What cultivation?"
"It's for gaining greater physical strength and resistance, so you deliberately wear very little… to achieve the goal of cultivation."
Miyajima Sakura pointed to the thin hoodie Hayato was wearing, which wouldn't feel warm even with the hood pulled over his head.
"…Of course not."
"Then why are you…"
"Is there a possibility that I didn't check the weather forecast before leaving?" Hayato said.
Although this wasn't the truth, he still used this reason; it was close enough.
"Ah… ah, I misunderstood." Miyajima Sakura bowed, "I apologize."
"No, what do you have to apologize for…"
"How about this."
Miyajima Sakura suddenly straightened up and took off the red scarf from her neck.
She walked in front of Hayato, then wrapped her hands around his neck from behind, gently putting the scarf on him.
Miyajima Sakura is about 1.7 meters tall, comparable to many boys.
But Hayato is quite tall for a boy, so Miyajima Sakura had to stand on her tiptoes.
As Miyajima Sakura carefully wrapped the scarf around him, her body leaned slightly, pressing lightly against Hayato's chest, and Hayato felt waves of soft undulations.
And a few strands of her slightly upturned cowlick hair brushed against Hayato's cheek, tickling him.
"Done." Miyajima Sakura adjusted the end of the scarf for him, then looked up and smiled at Hayato.
Purple eyes.
Snow-white skin.
Cherry-blossom lips.
A face more mature and beautiful than her peers, now tilting her head with an innocent expression,
"What's wrong, Hayato-kun, why are you looking at me like that?"
And the indescribable fullness against his chest.
...
"Hayato-kun!"
Bang.
Hayato headbutted the utility pole next to him.
Miyajima Sakura rushed to help him, but he crossed his arms, turned his head back with smoke rising from his forehead, and said calmly, "It's nothing, just a minor demonic invasion."
Damn it, he felt like some inappropriate things were surfacing in his mind.
…Like naked bodies.
Precisely because the heroine from a doujinshi had become a real person standing in front of him, Hayato always tried to avoid certain suggestive associations.
This time, he almost slipped up.
Damn 'bull-headed doujinshi'…
He cursed under his breath.
"But…"
Miyajima Sakura wanted to come over and touch Hayato's forehead, but Hayato did a swift, elegant turn, burying the lower half of his face in the scarf, perfectly concealing his slightly off expression.
He regretted it a bit; he shouldn't have stayed to accompany her shopping.
It was truly the wrong choice.
"Miyajima-senpai seems quite wealthy." He changed the subject.
"Ah, mm…" Miyajima Sakura smiled and said, "Because there are prize moneys for participating in kendo competitions, I can always save a little each time, and I don't usually spend much money."
'Can always save a little each time' meant that she won every time she participated.
What terrifying strength.
Then, Hayato was stunned.
"…Did you say there's also prize money for the preliminaries?"
"The regional champions, runners-up, and third-place winners all get it," Miyajima Sakura said, "The champion gets 200,000 yen, and even third place gets 50,000 yen."
Hayato almost slapped his thigh, "What the hell did I miss?!"
"What's wrong?" Miyajima Sakura asked, "Does Hayato-kun want to participate now? If you sign up now…"
"No need!"
Heaven knows how much willpower Hayato expended to choose not to destroy the dreams of the boys and girls, "…I'll pass."
The department store wasn't far from here.
And Hayato walked ahead, with Miyajima Sakura following closely behind him.
To be honest, Miyajima Sakura felt Hayato-kun's pace was a bit fast… This wasn't the usual rhythm for strolling.
But soon, she understood.
This, too, was a part of cultivation! Hayato-kun had indeed permeated cultivation into his daily life! No wonder he had such excellent swordsmanship!
Truly worthy of Hayato-kun!! I must learn from him as well!
Hayato, however, was only trying to avoid talking to Miyajima Sakura, but…
The scarf also had a fragrance, the scent of a young girl.
Not long ago, it had been wrapped around Miyajima Sakura's slender, white neck.
Hoo, hoo… He took two deep breaths.
Endure.
Fortunately, he had the skill 'Extraordinary Endurance,' which kept him from being too disheveled.
Then, the next moment.
The instant he stepped into the Ginza shopping district, Hayato felt as if everything else in the world disappeared.
Because he saw the figures displayed in a shop window.
Not ordinary anime figures.
Moreover, this world didn't have the anime Hayato had watched.
That figurine...
It was an alpaca, completely naked, but with abundant body hair and an unparalleled beauty.
That's right, it was merchandise from the famous novel he read yesterday, 'alpaca princess'.
Hayato immediately leaned over the display case and observed it carefully.
How amazing.
Originally, 'alpaca princess' did have figurines for sale.
So pretty.
I want it.
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