The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 23

Prev | Directory | Next

Toji slightly tilted his head, the scar on his lip shifting as he smirked. His voice dropped a little. "But... you sure I'm the right fit for this?"

He stopped walking.

Under the dim streetlight, the muscles on Toji's body tensed, exuding a raw power stronger than any lion or tiger. His lazy gaze held a blade-like sharpness—he was about as far from a sweet and innocent milk brand as it got.

Chihori just shrugged. "Doesn't matter. As long as you have rich, die-hard stans, we're good."

—And the richest Toji fanboy of all, Naoya Zen'in, definitely had the cash to throw at this.

Toji: "?"

Chihori coughed and gave a serious answer. "Actually, you could endorse another flavor—one of my experimental milk products."

[System: Now that fits Toji's image. A milk so powerful it could send people straight to the afterlife.]

[Chihori: Can you not doubt my milk-making skills like that?!]

[System: No, no, this is actually a compliment. I have full confidence in your ability to create a milk so lethal it defies logic.]

Hearing that Chihori wasn't actually asking him to be the face of the strawberry milk itself, Toji raised a brow. He leaned back against the lamppost, arms crossed, his voice deep. "...So, you want my kid to be the strawberry milk ambassador instead?"

"Yep." Chihori blinked. "Think about it? The endorsement fees will keep rolling in."

"I'm just her stepdad. Technically, I can't make that decision for her," Toji replied.

"Then what about your biological kid? I remember you mentioning—it's a son, right?"

Toji didn't give an immediate yes. He stayed in that usual lazy yet dangerous stance, casually smirking as he said, "Sounds good. I'll think about it."

Yeah, think about it, not agree to it.

Toji might look like a deadbeat dad, but he actually wasn't. Of course, he cared about his son, Megumi. And facing someone like Chihori—who he'd only met recently and whose background wasn't completely clear—there was no way he'd casually throw Megumi into this deal.

In reality, he was considering an exchange with the Zen'in clan.

That feudal hellhole was garbage to him, but for a talented kid like Megumi, it might not be the worst place to be.

"Alright, if you make a decision, be sure to let me know." Chihori's eyes sparkled. "Trust me—remove all the sharp edges, flood Japan with sweetness, and one day, strawberry milk will CRUSH blueberry yogurt!"

Toji: "......" What does this have to do with blueberry yogurt?

"If making a decision feels like a gamble to you, then you should pick me." The silver-haired girl blinked, then turned her gaze to the distance. "...Because I've almost never let you lose a bet."

Toji chuckled lowly.

Over the next few days, Chihori and Toji kept hitting up every high-stakes spot they could, flipping their initial funds over and over until both were satisfied with their earnings.

For Chihori, she had just about saved enough to acquire the strawberry milk factory. But as for the follow-up funds? She'd need to keep grinding.

Though, it probably wouldn't be from any of the local casinos. Apparently, she and Toji had been too good at making money and ended up on some behind-the-scenes blacklist.

As for the key player she needed—Mahito, the one who held the crucial strawberry milk formula—she hadn't found him yet.

But right now, that wasn't her focus.

Because her little brother was coming home.

Before they knew it, the weekend arrived—the day Suguru had promised to come home for break, along with his classmate, Satoru Gojo.

They had set a meetup spot: a well-known restaurant in the city at noon.

Suguru had thought about stopping by home first to pick up his sister, but Chihori told them not to bother with the detour. Just go straight to the restaurant from school—I'll head over myself.

That was the plan.

Until—

"I gotta go home first." Suguru suddenly said.

"Huh?" Satoru, walking beside him, dragged out his response. "C'mon, your sister isn't some fragile little porcelain doll. Chill out with the siscon vibes, Suguru."

"...Oi, I'm just dropping off my stuff." Suguru twitched at the corner of his mouth and gestured at his backpack. "This thing's heavy. Carrying it around while shopping after lunch is gonna be a pain."

He paused, then added, "And if she happens to be home, I'll go with her to the restaurant."

Satoru tapped a finger against his cheek. "Kinda feels like dropping off your stuff is the excuse and picking up your sister is the real goal?"

"Hey—that's your imagination running wild."

Bantering like usual, the two made their way downstairs—just in time to run into a familiar neighbor.

"Good afternoon, Murashita-obaa-san." Suguru greeted her politely with a warm smile.

The elderly woman, leaning on her cane, adjusted her glasses. "Oh, it's you, Suguru-kun. Back for break?"

"Yeah, just stopping by to drop my bag off before heading out for lunch with my sister."

"Hm... I think I just saw her from my balcony. She left not too long ago." Murashita-obaa-san's raspy voice carried a hint of curiosity.

"Oh? Looks like your sister already headed to the restaurant?" Satoru shot a glance at Suguru, smirking as he clapped him on the shoulder. "Damn, you missed your chance to escort her. Hurry up, drop your bag, and let's go."

"...I told you, the real reason I'm going home is to drop off my bag. Otherwise, I would've contacted her already—" Suguru sighed, but admitted, "Still, yeah, we should get going soon."

As he continued walking, Murashita-obaa-san suddenly called out again.

"Oh, right—about your sister..."

She trailed off, hesitation clear in her voice.

Suguru frowned slightly. "What is it?"

Murashita-obaa-san let out a heavy sigh, speaking with the concern of an elder. "I know your sister hasn't been in great health... She's been in the countryside for a while recovering and only recently came back. She probably hasn't been around people much, and she's such a kind girl—too kind, really. She doesn't seem to be wary of strangers at all..."

As the old woman kept talking, Suguru started picking up on something off. His expression grew serious. "Did something happen?"

"Your parents isn't home most of the time, so it's good that you're here right now." Murashita-obaa-san adjusted her glasses again, shook her head, and lowered her voice.

"Lately, I've been seeing your sister spending time with some man from a distance... and she's been giving him money."

"!?"

All credit goes to the original author
Feel free to pinpoint us if there are any grammar error or typos
Please don't use Guazi's translations to re-translate in other languages

Prev | Directory | Next