The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 63

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"It was just so beautiful, I zoned out for a second. Then I looked back up, and the main vine monster was just gone. Only that big blob wrapped around you was left."

Naoya: "......" To be honest, aside from the last part, he didn't understand a single thing she just said.

How could this be!!

"Probably that other cursed spirit that made the illusion flower field effect dragged the vine monster away before it fully paper-ified."

Chihori fake-wiped a tear. "So moving, boohoo. I can't believe there's such kind-hearted cursed spirits in the world. Absolute top-tier Good Samaritan energy. There's real love among cursed spirits too. That one deserves a huge shiny medal!"

Naoya: "......"

Naoya refused to keep listening. He could feel himself about to slip into some kind of cursed god descent mode followed by Crazy Thursday v-me-50 (?) energy if this went on.

Honestly, he was pretty sure he'd already gone insane.

—Otherwise, why would the first thing he saw after the domain dispersed be a pink curtain??

A barrier covered in adorable strawberry and heart patterns!!

"......"

Alright then. Naoya raised his hand again and let it fall lazily over his eyes, sinking into half-defeated thoughts. 'If I've lost my mind, then so be it.'

'Even if I've gone crazy, I'm still gonna be the next head of the Zen'in clan!'

(System: What a deeply committed dream that is!)

"This curtain's aesthetic is too pretty,"

Chihori looked up, eyes sparkling at the dreamy pink view overhead.

"Ooh! I've got a new idea! I've decided—next time I'm gonna try making carrot–fermented-fish–rose–flavored milk."

System: [TAKE THE FERMENTED FISH OUT OF THAT RECIPE ALREADY! Stop inventing flavors that could kill someone—!]

Chihori: ["Kill if I must.jpg"]

"Can you stand, Naoya-kun?" Chihori used a little shovel to dig up the Sun-shroom. She looked down at Naoya still lying on the ground and offered, "You wanna be dragged out, carried out, bridal carried, or piggybacked?"

Just out of a near-suffocation nightmare and overwhelming fear, Naoya felt like his whole body had turned to jelly.

Maybe it was the insanity, or maybe that feeling of total resignation hadn't worn off yet. Naoya closed his eyes. "Whatever."

"Whoa, here it is—the most impossible choice: 'Whatever.'"

"'Whatever' means whatever, what's so hard about that?!"

Naoya snapped, then went quiet again. Before Chihori could make a move, he pressed his lips together—then suddenly muttered under his breath:

"...I seriously hate you, Gojo."

"Eh? Saying something like that to your savior? And by the way, I'm really not Gojo—poor guy taking all the heat again."

As Chihori spoke, she looked up. The blond teen still had his hand over his face, shielding every trace of emotion.

Teenagers were always stuck in that in-between—holding tight to their identities, resisting authority, constantly learning and questioning at the same time.

"......"

Chihori blinked, then tapped her left hand against her right palm. "Are we doing reading comprehension for the person you owe your life to now? Fine, I'll bite and give you an answer."

"You don't hate me—you hate someone who breaks the rules you've already decided are absolute. Pretty textbook, right?"

"......"

When the teachings you've believed your whole life start to crack, when your idea of what's right and what's supposed to be normal gets shaken—it's not a fun feeling.

And if it's happened once, it'll happen again. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from noticing the other girls around him—wouldn't be able to ignore the things that clashed with what he thought he knew, but couldn't control.

Maybe the older generation could laugh it off with mockery and arrogance, saying things like, "That kind of woman is a mistake of modern society."

But Naoya was still just a first-year. He wasn't at that level of smug certainty yet.

His beliefs hadn't taken root so deep that they couldn't be shaken. Even a small crack could start a bigger ripple. And that ripple always came with confusion, discomfort, tangled thoughts, and random spikes of irritation.

As if she could read his mind, Chihori tilted her head, then chirped brightly, "In that case, the fix is simple~ One step to stop the mental spiral."

Naoya moved his hand away without thinking, his sharp, upturned eyes flicking toward the silver-haired girl.

"Practice is the only real test of truth. Judge others? Start by judging yourself." Chihori gave a solemn little nod.

Naoya Zen'in: Brows furrowed. This smells like trouble.

Chihori reached out and gripped both of his hands tightly, then said in a firm tone:

"Here's the deal! Starting today, flip your ideas of men and women. Then hold yourself to all the rules you've always expected women to follow. Try it out for, like, ten years and half a month. You'll know your answer by then."

Naoya: "......"

Naoya Zen'in: Something about this feels seriously off.jpg

Chihori added, "Or hey, for a more immersive experience, maybe you could start by changing your gender?"

Naoya: "No way! Not a chance!"

Chihori instantly raised her brows and voice, "Not a chance? Where's your sense of obedience? No male virtue at all! You're a disgrace to the Zen'in name!"

Naoya Zen'in, without thinking: "I'm sorry."

One second later—

Naoya Zen'in: Wait, no—why am I apologizing? What the hell is male virtue?!

He struggled to roll over from the ground, but Chihori pushed him back down with a sudden forceful hand. "No sense of posture or behavior. No masculine dignity. Honestly, I'm ashamed for you."

Naoya: "...How does turning over even turn into this much nonsense?!"

"Listen to yourself—those words, that tone, the whole sentence structure? Needs a full rewrite." Chihori lifted her brow, her green eyes sharp with judgment. "Better start with a slap to the mouth as a warning."

The silver-haired girl pulled out a sunflower from who-knows-where and raised it threateningly. The giant grinning face of the Smiling Sunflower hovered with serious pressure.

Naoya's fox-like eyes went wide. He instinctively raised his arms to shield himself. "What are you doing?! You're seriously gonna hit me?! Not even my dad's ever slapped me in the face!!"

Chihori: "Then I'll do it on his behalf."

Naoya: "HEY!!"

Watching the blond teen flush red with fury, Chihori finally lowered the sunflower calmly and shook her head.

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