The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 24

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"Your sister is too naïve, and that guy... he doesn't look like a good person. I'm worried... she's getting scammed by him."

Murashita-obaa-san's words hit Suguru like a truck. He froze on the spot.

"My sister..."

"Huh? Since when?!" Satoru's tone was extra dramatic. He smacked Suguru's shoulder like it was a done deal. "Alright, Suguru, perfect timing—let's drag that guy out and give him a good beatdown!"

They were at that age where they feared nothing—not even the idea of starting a fight. Especially when it came to something as infuriating as this—

Suguru's expression darkened. That usual calm and polite face of his took on a colder, sharper edge when tinted with anger.

He knew there were guys out there who preyed on girls. And now one had chosen his sister as the target?

His sister had always been in poor health, living out in the countryside for years, barely exposed to the darker side of the world... That guy, whoever he was, probably saw her softness and innocence as an easy mark.

But when Suguru turned to Murashita-obaa-san, all that pressure he was giving off vanished. He smiled politely again, like flipping a switch.
"I understand, Murashita-obaa-san. Thank you. Do you remember anything specific about that man?"

Murashita-obaa-san squinted, her wrinkled face bunching up as she tried to recall. "Hmm... I'm old now, my memory's not the best—but I do remember he had black hair. Looked kinda fierce, I think."

Satoru, standing next to her, muttered, "Well, that's vague as hell."

Suguru casually raised a hand and pressed it down on Satoru's shoulder to stop him, then smiled again.

"That's more than enough. Thanks a lot, Murashita-obaa-san."

"...I'll find him," Suguru said quietly. His smile stayed, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'll find him, and then I'll make some time to have a little chat with him."

Feeling that sudden shift in his best friend's vibe, Satoru raised an eyebrow, voice playful with a hint of excitement. "Be sure to count me in—when you two have that chat."

Chihori took the bus to the mall.

Sure, with her 270km/h walking speed, she could've walked there—but considering it was rush hour, it was safer (and way more chill) to just sit back and take a break. Plus, it was the weekend, and she didn't exactly want to break the worldview of some unsuspecting normies.

System: [Crying rn... Strawberry Milk is actually being considerate of regular people's sanity...!]

Chihori caught something weird, "Wait a sec—are you already calling me Strawberry Milk now?"

System: [Isn't that the most iconic nickname ever? What else would you want? Crazy Dave?]

Walking along the pedestrian street, Chihori paused for a solid two seconds to think, then answered with full confidence:

"No. You gotta call me—Summer Dog-Headed Rose Queen Archangel Strawberry Milk!"

System (leaning back dramatically): [...So it's still 'Strawberry Milk' in the end?! Also what's with that whole string of edgy RPG-style titles in front?!]

Chihori: "The world laughs at me for being too wild, but I laugh because they don't understand. A shirt costs nine pounds fifteen pence, don't look down on broke teens, and the truth by Daming Lake—there's only ever one!"

System: [...Chihori, don't mash up famous quotes into nonsense! I legit don't know what you're saying anymore!]

Chihori coughed lightly, then lifted her head and looked around for the next signpost, following the directions.

This was her first time back in the city, and even then, most of her visits were with Toji—mostly running in and out of casinos. She rarely wandered around town like this. So, even though Suguru had mentioned the restaurant was super famous, she still had zero idea where it was exactly.

It was a weekend and right around lunchtime, so the street was packed. People of all ages and styles were laughing and chatting as they strolled down the pedestrian street.

Chihori walked along the edge of the street, sticking to the shade. Her eyes scanned the signposts and the flood of advertisements, hunting for the location of that famous restaurant.

But being distracted while walking meant she didn't notice someone suddenly pushing open the glass door of a nearby salon—

System: [—Watch out!!]

The system's warning barely rang out in her mind when Chihori shot sideways with a blur so fast it left afterimages—like a flying cat, or maybe a divine blade (??), she dodged the door like a total pro.

Her sudden silvery streak startled the person stepping out of the salon too!

Naoya instinctively moved like he was about to counter, but then narrowed his fox-like eyes as he got a clearer look.

"You?!" Naoya squinted, brushing a stray lock of dark hair behind his ear with his right hand.

Yup—black hair. His once-bleached blonde had been dyed back to its natural shade thanks to his old man's strict orders.

Naoya was not the type to just obediently listen to authority, but his father—head of the Zen'in clan—had insisted on it for an upcoming formal meeting, saying that as the future clan head, Naoya needed to look the part.

It annoyed him, obviously. But after thinking it over, he figured the whole thing would be over in a couple weeks anyway. Giving the old man some face by dyeing it back wasn't that big of a deal.

Plus, he'd walked by some sketchy fortune-teller recently who claimed, "Black hair will bring you closer to the one you admire."

Naoya didn't really believe in that kinda thing—but if it did bring him closer to the one he worshipped, Toji-kun, then hey. Worth a shot.

Which was how he ended up at this salon today.

What he didn't expect was to run into her again—that silver-haired girl he'd seen back in Kawasaki.

Chihori tilted her head slightly at him. "Sorry, do I know you...?"

Naoya: "You don't remember me?!" He glared, eyes sharp and wide.

Chihori: "You dyed your blonde hair black. How am I supposed to recognize you?"

Naoya: "It's just a color change and you can't—wait a sec, that means you do remember!!"

"Oh, right."

"That's such a lazy response!!"

Naoya huffed, trying to rein in his irritation. He stared at the silver-haired girl, brain spinning, tone sharp and serious, "Who are you, really? You one of the attendees for the Big Three Clan meeting? I've never seen you before."

Chihori blinked, then after a short pause, answered dramatically, "So the Big Three Clan meeting... let Strawberry Milk walk right in?"

Naoya: "???"

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