The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 29

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In the end, the term "Divine Pig Cult" regretfully retired from the stage, and "Pig-Raising Alliance" remained the official name. After some persistent coaxing from Satoru and Chihori, Suguru reluctantly agreed to serve as the temporary alliance leader.

With the vibe lively and relaxed, the group finished their lunch, and afterward, Satoru suggested they hit up the mall and grab a few things for school while they were at it.

While they were walking around, Suguru slowly started to space out in thought: for some reason, he still felt like something was off.

Then, the moment they stepped through the mall entrance, it hit him: "Wait, hang on—aren't people still gonna call me the Pig-Raising Leader?!"

Chihori: "Pig farming is very profitable!"

Suguru: "...No, sister, that's not the part I'm concerned about."

Satoru: "It's fine, Suguru—worst case, we just pass the role down to underclassmen someday."

"Underclassmen... actually, never mind. Let's just give it to Yaga-sensei," Suguru said, deciding to push the title onto their teacher instead. "He's the one who talks with the higher-ups anyway—makes everything easier."

"Oh? That's actually not bad," Satoru nodded in agreement. "I'm sure Yaga-sensei would be thrilled. Let's just make the call for him!"

System: [What kind of model students are these! .jpg]

(Masamichi Yaga: ? Thanks a lot, guys :D)

Suguru looked ahead and cleared his throat. "Alright, so that's settled. We'll discuss everything else later."

"Yep yep, once we recruit a few more members, we'll hold the Pig-Raising Alliance's second general assembly." Chihori pulled out her notebook again and solemnly scribbled the plan down like it was a big ceremony.

As she lowered her head to write, silver strands of her hair slipped naturally down with gravity, partly covering her pale, sickly face. Surrounded by the bustling crowd, her small frame stood out even more.

Suguru's gaze reflected his sister's silhouette. The playful mood from earlier began to settle into something calmer.

He looked away, voice a bit more serious now as he returned to the matter he'd been meaning to ask about. "...By the way, sister."

"What?" Chihori looked up.

"Uh, that black-haired guy you ran into earlier—Naoya Zen'in. How long have you known him?"

"Less than a week?" Chihori's first encounter with Naoya had been in Kawasaki.

Another matching detail—it lined up with what Murashita-obaa-san had said about "recently." Hearing this only strengthened Suguru's suspicions. He spoke up again, keeping his tone light and casual as he probed, "So, what kind of person do you think he is?"

Chihori closed her notebook and, after a few seconds of thought, answered succinctly, "Probably... like a pig."

Suguru: "...What?"

"But one that thinks he's a fox," Chihori added.

Suguru fell silent for a second, weirded out. Honestly, he had no idea what his sister meant by that.

—Seriously, they were just one year apart, but the generational gap already felt like this?

System: [...Actually, it's a gap between two whole worlds of nonsense! To be fair, Suguru Geto's still a normal person for now.]

System immediately drifted into an existential crisis, [Wait—why did I just emphasize "for now"?!]

Even though Suguru blanked out for a second at his sister's odd response, he didn't forget what he wanted to say. He meant to remind his sister—who'd just returned from some far-off countryside—not to get tricked by strangers, but at the same time, he didn't want to crush her enthusiasm for making friends.

So, after carefully thinking it through, he finally said, "Since you came back, you've met so many people. It really makes me happy to see you out and about more, sister."

He smiled gently, voice soft and warm.

"But... um, that Naoya Zen'in guy—sure, he looks decent, I guess, but he's not really all that..."

At that, Suguru paused, then pointed to the person right next to him. "Actually, sister, what do you think about how Satoru looks? Isn't he even better-looking than that Naoya guy?"

"?" Suddenly being name-dropped, Satoru froze for a beat, then turned to look at his best friend with a face full of shock.

—Wait, hold on, Suguru... Are you seriously trying to distract your sister from Naoya by setting her up with me right now?

Is this really how you wanna play the first meeting?!

Chihori tilted her head, then replied honestly, "Gojo-kun is very handsome."

Suguru smiled. "Right?"

"...." Satoru laced his hands behind his head, the icy blue of his Six Eyes peeking out from behind his shades.

He was used to being admired—legendary Six Eyes, absurdly good looks, people had been swooning over him since forever. But this situation... felt like something he actually needed to think through before responding.

And then Suguru kept going, voice full of kind, heartfelt advice, "But even though Satoru's good-looking, he's actually a total cocky cat with a bad attitude—so looks don't always match personality, sister."

Satoru completely froze, his thoughts screeching to a halt as he stared at Suguru in shock: "......??"

Wait, you were using me as a negative example this whole time?! Seriously, Suguru?!

Is this really the best way to introduce me to your sister?!

System: [This... this is true friendship.jpg]

Satoru originally thought his best friend was trying to suddenly set them up, and he'd already started planning how to politely turn him down in his head—only to find out he was being used as a bad example instead!

Faced with that kind of comparison, he immediately fired back, totally justified:
"What the hell are you talking about, Suguru? What cat with a bad attitude? Your tiny eyes must be messing with you—I'm clearly as perfect in personality as I am in looks!"

Suguru: "...You seriously said that with a straight face?"

Satoru had already turned to Chihori, smoothly taking off his sunglasses with long, elegant fingers—every move effortless and cool, revealing a ridiculously good-looking face.

The soft white mall lighting spilled over the tips of his thick lashes, outlining them in a faint glow. Those clear, icy blue eyes were like a mountain lake—deep and endless.

He angled his body toward the silver-haired girl, leaning in a bit, voice lifted lightly:
"—So, what do you think of me?"
The words dropped lazily from his lips, corners of his mouth tilting up. Like snow melting into spring sunshine, youthful flair and bold confidence radiated from him.

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