The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 95

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And then—BOOM! The kindly-looking old lady went flying sideways at a speed that left afterimages!

Granny Brain: "???"

In the blink of an eye, Chihori was already right behind her, gripping the "granny's" shoulders with both hands like she was holding a steering wheel, steering her mid-air to avoid crashing into people or buildings!

System: [...What is this?! Is this the Brain-brand flying car?!]

But it wasn't just Chihori and Granny Brain-chan on this wild ride. If you looked behind them, there was a golden Piggy trailing along!

System: [Wait, huh? Why is Naoya there too??]

Turns out, when Granny Brain-chan went flying, she didn't let go of her cane. As she took off, the cane flailed with her arm and whacked an innocent bystander (??) Naoya square in the leg.

Falling over, Naoya instinctively tried to steady himself, blindly reaching out—and grabbed the hem of the silver-haired girl's clothes.

—Next second, with Chihori suddenly accelerating mid-air, Naoya, still clutching her hem, was flung sideways along with them!

Naoya Zen'in: "AAAAHHH WAIT—!"

With both hands on the Brain's shoulder-"steering wheel", Chihori glanced back at Naoya, who was death-gripping her hem, and remarked, "This fabric's seriously high quality. No wonder Gojo-kun picked it."

Naoya: "You're just gonna glance?! Can't you reach out and steady me?! I can't even adjust my posture—"

Chihori replied, "No can do. Gotta keep both hands on the wheel while driving—safest and most proper grip."

Naoya : "?"

System: [Chihori, this is where you choose to get serious?? What is this, a live driver's ed demo?!]

Then the system caught up: ]Wait—this isn't even a car!!]

Granny Brain-chan: (distorted face.jpg)

It was a hilariously vivid scene:

An elderly woman in her eighties soaring horizontally through the sky, with an extra pair of hands mysteriously gripping her shoulders—hands belonging to a silver-haired girl who was focused on steering her "vehicle." Trailing behind, a blond boy flapped around like a limp noodle, clinging to the hem like a lifeline, his screams rising into the clouds.

Passerby: "I think something just flew by."

Passerby: "Wait... was that a person flying?!"

Satoru clapped his left hand against his right palm, suddenly enlightened. "Ah—I finally figured out why this felt familiar! I've done this question before!"

System: [Chihori's flying exam high-scorer: contestant Satoru Gojo?]

Brain, Chihori, and Naoya shot through the lively street like a rocket, weaving through crowds and leaving a wave of startled screams in their wake.

Still standing by the freestyle talent stage, Satoru only paused for a second before smiling and waving his arms cheerfully. "Hello, hello, everyone! Welcome to the first talent show from our group—'Dragon Dance'! That flying streak you just saw? That was it."

System: [...What kind of entrepreneurial brain is this, Satoru Gojo?! (leans back tactically)]

Toji, who had one hand in his pocket and was lazily strolling through the crowd, paused when he heard a familiar voice. His sharp gaze instantly zeroed in on the scene.

With Heavenly Restriction-enhanced senses, he clearly spotted the streak of bodies flying by like a flailing dragon, vaguely accompanied by the voice of that Zen'in clan brat shouting in panic.

Naoya Zen'in? Toji raised an eyebrow. He also caught a flash of silver.

Silver... the one capable—and likely—to pull something like this must be that silver-haired girl. Toji didn't hesitate for even a second before guessing correctly.

System: [As expected of Chihori's first recruit.]

Beneath the silver, there seemed to be another figure, but Toji didn't bother trying to identify them.

Whatever. Not important. Toji figured. That one looks like a steering wheel anyway. Steering wheels don't need names.

System: [...Dad, what kind of physics-chemistry mindset is this?!]

His mission was to locate Chihori Geto. By now, that task was considered complete. Toji pulled out his phone and dialed Suguru Geto.

"Yo, little bro, right? I just saw your sister."

"Where?" Suguru asked immediately. "Who else is with her?"

Suguru was currently inside a building near a café, searching. He could hear the background noise from Toji's side—loud and bustling—so he figured the guy was somewhere on a busy street.

His sister was out shopping? Definitely Satoru dragging her around!

"Near the café, that new themed street," Toji replied lazily. "Your sister, Naoya Zen'in, and Six Eyes."

"Naoya?! Why's that guy there too... damn it, I knew it was Satoru dragging her all over the place!" Suguru groaned, rubbing his temples. Then he casually asked, "They're shopping?"

Toji glanced at the white-haired nuisance now passionately promoting their show 'Dragon Dance', complete with dramatic monologue:

"...Born into poverty and illness, forced to wander, performing to survive. Help us, donate cards to help us draw for the fairy motorized color-changing wings and find our way home!"

Toji lifted his eyelids slightly and answered flatly, "No. They're performing on the street, trying to win motorized fairy color-changing wings."

Suguru: "???"

Suguru: ...Satoru, what the hell are you even doing?! Don't corrupt my sister—!

Satoru Gojo, still happily promoting 'Dragon Dance', suddenly sneezed.

He paused for a second, then confidently nodded to himself. They must be thanking me for my positive publicity from the far-off flying zone!

Yep, totally me.

Satoru Gojo, confidence.jpg

Meanwhile, airborne Chihori gripped Granny Brain-chan's shoulders tightly, expertly maneuvering around buildings and crowds, heading straight for a secluded, empty corner.

This place didn't even have pavement—it was just regular dirt. After last night's rain, the grassy ground was still damp.

Right then, the speed eased up perfectly. Chihori gently tilted Granny Brain-chan upright and planted her into the ground like a plow, bringing the whole ride to a complete stop!

Naoya finally managed to stabilize himself and land on his feet. He let go of Chihori's clothes and, at the last moment, kept his balance—avoiding a full-blown New Year's-style faceplant.

The ground had a long trench gouged out by Granny Brain's landing. Chihori let go, glanced down at the line, and patted Brain's shoulder. "Thanks for your contribution to soil tilling."

Granny Brain: "."

Still clinging to the act, it forced a gentle grandma smile. "How could you treat these old bones like this, girl..."

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