The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 35

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Mahito: "?"

The sunflower part of the soul was still swaying, even bursting out with dazzling light—then it produced a patch of sunlight inside Chihori's body!

Mahito: "??"

Mahito froze for a moment. Though the scene before him was extremely strange, he remembered what he was supposed to do. So, he reached out to touch the dog head holding the sunflower—

However, before he could touch it, a patch of flowers appeared behind the dog head, and countless thorny roses flew out!!

Mahito: "???"

The sharp rose thorns unceremoniously scratched Mahito's soul.

Mahito, truly injured, instinctively screamed, "...How is this possible...?! Why do these roses have thorns?!"

"Hm?" Hearing Mahito's voice, Chihori tilted her head and replied as if it was perfectly obvious, "Roses always have thorns!"

System: [Stubborn roses never stop pricking—so the dog head holds the sunflower!!]

Toji followed all the way and silently trailed them to the doorway.

He moved swiftly and discreetly. With his heightened senses, he could judge exactly how far ahead the people in front of him were.

While climbing the stairs, he deliberately kept himself in the blind spot of the person and the cursed spirit ahead, thinking about the possibility of quietly breaking the lock without making a sound.

—He was a professional bounty hunter and sorcerer killer, so of course he had assassination skills to match. A mere door wasn't going to stop him. If not through the front, there were plenty of other ways to get inside.

Once the front door closed and the stairwell went quiet, Toji quickly stepped up and closed the distance to the door.

The key left in the lock made him pause. And the playing-card-sized sign that suddenly came into view made his expression go even colder.

Right there, hanging from the doorknob, was a card the size of a poker card, with a few neatly written lines on it.

—Judging from how long it must've been sitting there, this clearly wasn't written on the spot. It had been prepped ahead of time and just hung up at the right moment.

Toji had excellent eyesight. Even without picking it up, he could read it clearly.

[Left the key in the door. Don't bother picking the lock—changing locks is a pain.]

Underneath that was a smaller line.

[Nothing really valuable inside. Feel free to go treasure hunting ^_^]

Toji: "......"

Who the hell was this meant for?? Was this seriously written for thieves?? What normal person leaves a sign like this on their door??

That attitude toward burglars was so pure and unbothered (??)

Toji·old men glued to their phone screens on the subway.jpg

But he was still a well-experienced adult. After pausing for just a second, he got back to thinking.

...Maybe it was psychological warfare. This kind of weird move might actually make a thief think twice.

Toji looked at the key, ears picking up the sound of a TV and voices from inside the apartment.

Judging that the cursed spirit didn't seem to have any intention of harming the silver-haired girl for now, Toji stayed calm and didn't rush in.

He quietly tugged up the corner of his mouth, thinking—

Had the girl noticed him? Maybe that prepped card was actually meant for him too?

Toji had absolute confidence in his stealth skills, but he wasn't arrogant. He stayed clear-headed, open to all possibilities.

That silver-haired girl seemed to keep flipping expectations. If she really had some ability to sense him—

Inside, the conversation continued, and the girl's tone was casual, like she hadn't been fooled at all.

Toji leaned lazily against the wall by the door, the scarred corner of his lips curling just a bit.

Maybe he didn't need to worry about her after all.

Toji stayed relaxed—until suddenly, he remembered that damn breach-of-contract penalty from earlier!

Toji: "."

Toji: "......"

He reached for the key again.

He had to go in. Otherwise, that penalty fee would've been for nothing!

Inside.

Mahito, who had just been pricked by a rose thorn, looked stunned. His expression froze for a second.

But he wasn't the type to back down. After all—this was just a normal girl. Not even a sorcerer. Her soul was just a little unusual. There was no way his technique would fail here!

System: [You see a soul charging you with a doghead sunflower and thorned roses and all you've got to say is "a little unusual"?! Truly worthy of being a special grade curse! (Respect.jpg)]

Chihori tilted her head, glancing at the blue-haired cursed spirit next to her. "What's wrong?"

"......" Mahito lifted his mismatched blue-gray eyes and smiled again. "Nothing—just a small surprise. I'll give it another go."

He reached out again, trying once more to touch the silver-haired girl's soul.

The moment he entered her soul's domain, those thorn-covered roses rushed forward in a wave. Mahito yanked his hand back fast, trying to dodge the roses.

But just as the roses brushed past him from the side, the thorns suddenly detached from the stems, turning into bullets that pierced into Mahito's soul-hand!

"!!" Mahito nearly let out a cry. He yanked his hand back and shouted in shock, "Why the hell did the rose thorns come off?!"

"Hm?" Chihori blinked, thought for a few seconds, then seriously answered, "Because people dream of thornless roses? So they auto-de-thorn to show goodwill to the world."

Mahito: "......" This is ridiculous!! That's not goodwill—it's clearly a targeted, high-precision attack!

"What's wrong?" Chihori asked again. "Weren't you giving me power, leading me down the right path? Why are you asking that all of a sudden?"

Mahito opened his mouth slightly but ended up not saying "Your soul stabbed me." That would just make him sound too weak.

And Mahito knew—if he wanted to keep guiding this girl into becoming the kind of "sorcerer" he wanted, then he couldn't look weak. He had to play the role of a proper mentor.

"To understand more deeply—it's just part of the remodeling process," Mahito said with a straight face, not skipping a beat, while inwardly bracing himself as he reached out again. "Come on, let's keep going."

Mahito placed his hand on Chihori's shoulder for the third time. The stitched-up face that usually looked so chill actually turned serious for once.

This time, he was fully prepped mentally and had a battle plan. No way he'd get hit by those surprise roses again!

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