The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 92

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God knew how many bundles of green onions he'd already been given! Naoya felt like he was practically pickling in rejection by now.
No way was he about to become Green Onion Piggy.
(System: Naoya, don't go around admitting you're Piggy yourself!)

The moral role model—Rainbow Cloud Piggy—helped the old lady Brain-chan across the street, while Satoru and Chihori stayed behind.

Satoru had taken off his sunglasses, but still wore that relaxed look, his gemstone-blue eyes half-lidded.

Noticing Chihori's glance drifting toward him, he turned his head and curved his lips into a perfectly measured smile. "What's up, Chihori-chan?"

Chihori paused for a second, then went straight in, "Didn't you feel like there was something just a little weird about that granny Naoya-kun's helping?"

"...," Satoru squinted slightly, one hand in his pocket. "Well, the cursed energy's definitely on par with a normal person. But the info I'm getting from Six Eyes... doesn't feel that simple.
Hmm—if I had to put it simply, it's more like she's elderly because of some kind of technique disguise."

"A technique? The kind that alters appearance and cursed energy flow?"
Chihori caught on immediately and hit the mark.

Maybe that was why Brain-chan chose this body—because its technique could modify both looks and cursed energy.

"Could be," Satoru nodded, letting out a small yawn.
"Then again, maybe she's just a super badass granny in disguise—don't they always say the strong ones hide among elementary school kids and the elderly?"

Chihori leaned back dramatically. "Wha? I've always believed high schoolers are the ones who save the world!"

Satoru waggled a finger. "I'm thinking the next wave of saviors might actually be overworked corporate drones~"

Chihori frowned. "Saving the world while holding down a job just sounds exhausting. Plus, where would the motivation even come from? This world, with all its overtime and burnout, doesn't seem worth saving."

Satoru shrugged. "Well, for high schoolers, a world full of homework and exams probably doesn't seem worth saving either."

The two of them looked at each other—and came to an agreement.

"In the end, saving this rotting world is up to magical grade-schoolers and retired old folks!"

The system popped up in an aggressive flood of windows:
[...Your focus is drifting way too far!! Come back from this weird tangent and look at our Brain-chan already!!]

Chihori: [Saving the world is the job of elementary schoolers now. Us high schoolers are out.]

The system delivered the only correct, balanced, and fair verdict,
[You two are elementary schoolers.]

After a moment of thought, Chihori said, "Should we invite Naoya and the mystery granny to join the event with us? The more people we have, the easier it'll be to get raffle tickets and trade them for those fairy LED color-changing wings."

And also, hanging out more might give them a better chance to figure out whether this granny really was Brain-chan. It would lay the groundwork for their upcoming plant journey and help wipe out budding knife-edged evil.

Who knew—they might even get to mess with Brain-chan a little!

System: [Take out the "who knew." Thank you.]

One claw-cat, one Crazy Dave—these two were basically rolling around in a double bumper car, ready to cause chaos.

Satoru agreed happily. "The more the merrier~"

So when Naoya finished helping the cane-holding granny Brain-chan cross the street, he looked up and immediately spotted Satoru and Chihori standing nearby.

Chihori greeted him with a wave. "Hey Naoya-kun, fancy running into you again."

Naoya: "."

What do you mean fancy running into—you two obviously crossed the street on purpose to stand right there!

"Fate brings people together," Satoru said cheerfully. "There's an event at the central stage today, and the four of us make a perfect team to join in. Big prizes at stake~"

Naoya Zen'in: completely_uninterested.jpg

Granny Brain-chan, on the other hand, was intrigued. Through the event, it could get closer to the final prize draw and safely confirm whether the finger was there.

This body was pretty stable, and even minimal contact with Six Eyes seemed harmless. Plus, it would be a good chance to observe that silver-haired girl's secrets.

And besides... he still had his eyes on Suguru Geto's body. Previously, he had subtly manipulated parts of Geto's life, designing certain situations to push him toward extremism.

But somewhere along the way, things had gone off script, and the curse user hadn't followed the path Brain-chan had intended.

Now, it was reorganizing its plan—maybe the [sister] would be a better entry point?

"I'm just here to chill. Not really interested in events," Naoya said, his fox-like eyes lifting slightly. "Sounds boring."

Chihori pressed in. "Join us, Naoya-kun! Don't turn down the sincere plea of a kind, lovable young girl!"

Naoya: What kind of nonsense descriptor is that.

He was just about to reject her flat-out—when he suddenly froze, alarm bells ringing in his head.

Wait. Would turning her down break that ridiculous [male virtue] binding?

Rainbow Cloud Piggy's rejection sentence slammed on the brakes just in time. After a deep exhale, he shut his upturned eyes and muttered in defeat, "...Fine."

He surrendered. "I'll play along. Let's play."

Satoru grinned, "The way your face is screaming happiness, I knew you'd show up, Naoya~"

Naoya Zen'in: ...Does this look like a happy face to you??

Granny Brain-chan also pulled out a perfectly timed kind smile, her voice raspy and slow:

"Cough, cough... Seeing you young folks so full of energy, I feel like I'm back in my youth again. If you don't mind this old bag of bones, I'd be happy to join you for the event."

Chihori gave a big thumbs-up. "No worries, we'll have you back to eighteen in no time! Gonna polish those old bones 'til they shine!"

Granny Brain-chan: "?"

Brain-kun's brow twitched.

Something about this didn't feel simple.

The café was quiet.

Toji lounged lazily against the back of his chair, one muscular arm casually draped over the side. He glanced up. "Even if we haven't started chatting yet, the fee still applies—hourly billing. Less than an hour still counts as a full hour."

"...Could you just shut up already?" Suguru replied with a smile. He looked down again and turned his attention to his phone.

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