The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 93

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His sister had gone out with him this time, so she hadn't brought her phone along. Suguru figured she must've run into Satoru on the way—she hadn't come back yet, after all.

So he tried calling Satoru. And texting.

Nothing. No replies, no answers.

Suguru Geto (fake smile boy): Don't tell me you're doing this on purpose, Satoru.jpg

Why weren't you picking up! Where the hell did you run off to—

In front of him, Toji still wore that same relaxed look. He picked up one of the coffee cups (Suguru had politely ordered four, one for each of them), took a sip, and frowned slightly. "Why is this so sweet?"

"I asked the server to add extra sugar in two cups. My sister and Satoru both have a major sweet tooth," Suguru replied without looking up. "Then they were placed according to seat order..."

The next second, his head snapped up. "Wait—why the hell are you drinking the sweet one?!"

Across from him, Toji held a coffee cup printed with pink cherry blossoms. He nodded calmly. "Probably because the one at someone else's seat always tastes better."

Suguru: "...That's my sister's cup!!"

Toji shrugged slightly. "No one touched it yet, so what's the difference?"

"There is a difference!" Suguru smacked his phone down on the table with a loud bang.

Toji lifted his gaze, the scarred corner of his lip tugging up slightly. "Chatting fees only cover chatting. Fighting's extra. Property damage and medical bills are on you."

Suguru: "......"

Suguru: "If my sister finds out you—"

Toji cut in lazily, "Didn't I already tell you? Your sister's way more ruthless than I am."
Before Suguru could say anything else, Toji leaned forward slightly. The casual attitude slipped just enough to reveal a rare bit of seriousness.
"She still hasn't come back. Should we start looking for her?"

"You—?" Suguru blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected this guy to bring up helping on his own.

"You're not even sure if she's with Six Eyes right now, are you? Something might've happened," Toji said, setting the cup down. "Either way, we should go out and look."

Suguru's expression gradually grew serious. Setting aside any personal bias, he gave Toji's words proper thought—and had to admit, he made a solid point.

In the end, Suguru nodded. "...You're right. We should go check things out."

Toji raised three fingers and said cheerfully, "Searching's kinda my specialty. We can work something out—just triple the regular chat fee."

Suguru: "."

Suguru: So after all that build-up, it still came down to payment in the end?!

System: [Told you—adulting is pure realism (no mercy). Upselling is just part of the game.]

Toji: "So... we got a deal?"

Suguru: "...Deal."

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Meanwhile.

Chihori, Satoru Gojo, Naoya Zen'in, and the granny-ified Brain-chan had arrived at the open performance zone near the central stage. The area was buzzing with energy—people were playing instruments, dancing, singing, acting—every kind of talent was on display.

Chihori looked around, a bit amazed. "Everyone's talents seem super impressive. There's already a huge crowd."

"Well, this is the city, and it's the weekend," Naoya glanced over the crowd and gave a light chuckle. "Still... the performances are just so-so, at best."

"You can't just judge people by your family's standards~" Satoru wagged a finger. "The Zen'in clan's dancers were professionally trained for years, after all."

"Even our short-term trainees dance better than these people," Naoya said with a dismissive pout and slightly raised chin. "Honestly, I could dance better than them."

Chihori locked onto the key point immediately. "Wait a second—Naoya-kun! You can dance!?" She leaned back in mock surprise, cautiously probing, "What kind of dancing? Don't tell me it's the—"

Naoya: "Proper dancing! All the Zen'ins dance with dignity!!"

Chihori: "I didn't even say anything yet."

Satoru flashed a smug little kitty smile. "Oh? So Naoya-kun has seen some less-than-dignified dances before?"

Naoya: "."

Chihori blinked innocently and pressed on, "So, you do know how to dance?"

Naoya looked like he was regretting ever bringing it up. But under their curious gazes, he forced a casual tone and replied, "...That whole 'virtue of men' thing, right? You're supposed to have at least one real skill."

Chihori gave him a big thumbs-up. "Great job, my dude! Now let's work on spreading the essence of male virtue to more Zen'ins—lead your clan to break old shackles and become pioneers of a new age!"

Off to the side, the granny-brain (Brain-chan Granny™) had been quietly listening: "? Male virtue? What's that supposed to mean?"

The Brain-chan—obsessed with goals and out of touch with the current lingo—froze for a moment.

It sounded like a meaningful, revolutionary term. One with... potential. The brain fell into deep thought. Perhaps it was worth researching and weaponizing.

System: [Absolutely not, Comrade Brain-chan! This is not for research!!]

Chihori glanced around again and turned back. "Alternatively, we could do a lion dance. Or maybe a bullfight?"

"Hah?" Naoya raised an eyebrow. "That's not doable. Where would we get a lion costume? Or a bull?"

Chihori: "We could ask you to play the lion's head. Or... temporarily pretend to be the bull?"

Naoya was this close to yelling, but yelling would go against the code of male virtue—so he answered politely, "Can we choose something else?"

"Or we just stick to the original talent show idea?" Satoru said, hands in his pockets, circling halfway around Naoya. "Naoya-kun can dance. I'll even buy you a fancy little dancer outfit. My treat."

Naoya turned sharply to Satoru—at least he was allowed to raise his voice at guys: "I'm not wearing that, and I'm not dancing either!!" He narrowed his eyes. "Why don't you perform? Unless you're willing to go up there too, don't drag me into this."

Satoru: "Sure."

Naoya: "I knew you'd say no—wait, what?!"

Satoru grinned. "I said, of course I can dance."

"No no no," Chihori shook her head. "That'd be a total waste of Gojo-kun's skill with the erhu. We all need to be involved."

"Here's the setup!" Chihori clapped her left hand into her right palm like a director on set.

"Naoya-kun, you'll cross-dress and dance with a partially covered face. Doesn't need to be a perfect performance."

"Gojo-kun, you'll put on pitch-black sunglasses and sit on a little folding stool, playing the saddest erhu tune you can manage. Head down. No talking."

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