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Inside the door.
Sahara Mizu pressed against the front door, carefully listening to the sounds outside.
However, the two of them seemed to have lowered their voices, and she could not hear their conversation at all.
"Clang."
Before long, the door was suddenly opened from outside.
Mr. Sahara immediately crouched down with the agility honed over fifteen years, pretending to take off his shoes as if he had done nothing at all.
When Yukie entered, he complained, "What exactly were you two talking about? So mysterious, and you wouldn't even let me listen."
"..."
Yet even after a long while, Miss Yukie gave no response.
Sahara Mizu raised his head in confusion.
The next moment, he saw Miss Yukie standing there, her cute little face utterly deflated. She looked exactly like one of those cuckolded protagonists from NTR manga he had never read, forced to accept that some blond punk had stolen away their lover.
Her whole expression was one of sorrow, on the verge of tears, yet as if she were enduring humiliation for some greater cause.
"Yukie?"
Sahara Mizu asked in confusion.
As though carrying some indescribable pressure, Miss Yukie placed both hands on her brother's shoulders and said gravely:
"Onii-chan."
"Don't let those bad women outside trick you."
"Yukie will become a Jonin as soon as possible and defeat that person!"
By the time she finished, the girl sounded as though she were about to burst into tears.
Sahara Mizu still looked bewildered.
What had happened?
Had she lost the argument?
However, when he poked his head outside, Yayoi had already left. No matter how much he asked, Yukie refused to say anything.
Who knew what agreement those two idiots had reached.
Sahara Mizu felt a little uneasy.
But there was nothing he could do about