So many geniuses in anime! What's wrong with me joining?

"Is that Miss Yashiro?" Noticing that something seemed to have happened, Aoyama Nanami returned to her usual expression and asked cautiously.

"Mm, it seems the matter I've been keeping an eye on has reached a conclusion. I need to go out immediately. I'll change my clothes first."

"And," Sakurakoji Talent glanced back at her, a faint hint of mischief showing on his face, "since words aren't enough to make you understand, it seems I'll have to make you accept it with facts. Just you wait!"

"?" Looking at the closed door, Aoyama Nanami tilted her head in confusion, but immediately her expression changed to alarm as she quickly walked to the door and knocked hard.

"Young Master, you can't do this!!"

Image: "Female Disguise Form", Location: "Images/1755175895-100446961-113723551.jpg"

Volume 1: The Bee-Attracting Daily Life: Chapter 46: Whose Cross-dressing Is This Hardcore?

Ignoring her knocking, Sakurakoji Talent opened his wardrobe, grabbed a random outfit, and quickly changed.

He didn't have time to dawdle; he had other things to do later.

Seeing that the door was locked and her knocking yielded no response, Aoyama Nanami paced anxiously outside, unsure of what to do.

She didn't know why she was so anxious. Perhaps it was her naturally serious personality that made her unable to accept this situation. Or perhaps she didn't know what kind of expression to put on when greeting the "transformed" Sakurakoji Talent. Or maybe it was the trivial matter of whether to call him "Young Master" or "Young Lady" later.

Sakurakoji Talent didn't keep her waiting too long. In just three minutes, he pushed the door open and walked out.

Aoyama Nanami, who had been biting her nails, subconsciously looked over, and then... then there was no "then."

She was momentarily stunned by the sight, something she had never witnessed before. It wasn't the disgusting image she had imagined; instead, her heart was filled with shock from being captivated by pure beauty!

Her delicate and beautiful facial features were even softer than usual. Compared to the usual Sakurakoji Talent, he now seemed to exude a maternal radiance. His long, silver-white hair seemed to shimmer with a holy light from another dimension. The women's clothing he wore fit him perfectly, as if tailor-made for him—and indeed, it was.

"How is it, not bad, right?" Sakurakoji Talent, having completed his transformation, saw her pupils dilate, her speechlessness from shock, and showed an expression of "as expected."

He had said it before; once she truly saw it, she would understand.

In the face of true, top-tier beauty, everyone would be forced to submit. The clothes were merely tools he used to explore more possibilities. Aoyama Nanami lacked artistic and aesthetic cultivation and found it hard to accept, but he had been accustomed to such things since childhood.

This had nothing to do with perversion or impure motives; it was purely a pursuit of beauty!

Aoyama Nanami stared blankly at the person before her, unable to speak for a long time. She felt as though the person was so unfamiliar, as if she were meeting him for the first time today.

After a long pause, she finally said with a bewildered look, "Are you... Young Master Talent?"

"Who else would it be?"

Sakurakoji Talent was speechless. Was the impact of this on the child so great that she had to ask something so obvious? Had her basic judgment ability been lost?

Hearing his affirmative response, Aoyama Nanami was even more devastated, clutching her head in anguish.

This can't be real?!

Although she had mentally prepared herself somewhat in the past few minutes, when reality truly hit, it shattered all her preconceptions.

How can a person be this beautiful?

She had been quite confident in her own appearance before, but compared to "her," she felt like an ugly duckling from the countryside. Sakurakoji Talent's transformation had shattered her dignity as a woman with a single blow, scattering it to the ground.

Even if the original Sakurakoji Talent was handsome, she knew he was of the opposite sex, so there was no room for comparison. But now, it was different.

If such a woman truly existed in the world, Wadashi... Aoyama Nanami, representing countless women in the world, felt despair.

But at the same time, she found it somewhat incredible. She now seemed to understand some of what Sakurakoji Talent had said earlier. In front of such an artistic creation, regardless of gender, she felt no impure thoughts, only admiration and praise for its inherent beauty.

"Moshi moshi, daijoubu desu ka?" Sakurakoji Talent waved his hand in front of her.

"I'm fine..." Aoyama Nanami snapped back to reality and suddenly noticed a blind spot. "But Young Master Talent, what happened to your voice?"

She realized that his voice seemed different from before, his already androgynous tone now more... delicate and soft?

"Since I've changed my appearance, changing my voice is also common sense, isn't it?" Sakurakoji Talent smiled slightly, conveying a "you understand what I mean, right?" look with his eyes.

"I see." Regardless of whether this was common sense or not, she could only accept it now.

Reality had delivered a massive blow. Even if she were told now that art was an explosion, she would force herself to understand.

"There's one more thing..." Aoyama Nanami seemed hesitant. "I don't know if it's my imagination, but Young Master, I feel like you've gotten shorter?"

Compared to his previous height, which was almost a head taller than hers, he now seemed visually closer to her eye level, though still slightly taller.

"Ho, you noticed?" Sakurakoji Talent narrowed his eyes, affirming her perceptiveness, and then explained with a serious expression:

"You know, men are generally much taller than women. Since I've changed my appearance, it's only reasonable to slightly alter my height, right?"

"So that's... what a load of crap! That's not it at all, is it?" Aoyama Nanami's eyes widened in alarm. Seeing his earnest expression, she almost believed him.

"How did you do it?! You can change your height too?"

"Tsk, still can't fool you, huh?" Sakurakoji Talent clicked his tongue.

"Of course! How could I be fooled so easily!" Aoyama Nanami's expression was complex, making it hard to tell if she thought she had seen a god or a ghost.

"Simply put," Sakurakoji Talent scratched his head and explained helplessly, "have you ever heard of the Bone Shrinking Technique?"

"...I think I've heard of it. It seems to be some kind of ancient Chinese martial arts technique?" Aoyama Nanami replied uncertainly.

"That's exactly it," Sakurakoji Talent nodded. "When I was young, my curiosity was quite strong, and I wanted to try learning all sorts of things, so I invited a master of this art to my home to teach me."

"To put it plainly, it's a special technique that uses flexibility to dislocate bones and change the body's shape."

"After some study, although I can't shrink my body's dimensions to become as exaggerated as a child like the master, it's not difficult to simply adjust the joints to make myself appear shorter."

"How is it, pretty convenient, right?"

???

After hearing his explanation, Aoyama Nanami felt completely lost. There was no clarity in her mind as if a fog had lifted; instead, her worldview felt shattered.

No, what on earth are you talking about?

Would a normal person learn something like this? And isn't the way you're using it also a bit off?

To cross-dress, you'd even incorporate this ancient, almost lost technique? Whose idea of disguise is this hardcore!

Aoyama Nanami's head was spinning. She leaned against the wall to keep herself from falling, always feeling like her common sense was eroding whenever she was with Sakurakoji Talent...

Image: "This is the one I think looks best", Location: "Images/1755262253-100446961-113727680.jpg"

Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies : Chapter 47: Damn it, is this your true objective?

"Oh my, I don't have time to keep talking with you. I have other important matters to attend to, so I'll be going now."

Glancing at the time, Sakurakoji Talent hurried to leave. If he delayed any longer, he might miss it.

Fortunately, unlike in anime where a few words can take tens of minutes, even though they had talked quite a bit just now, it had actually only taken less than five minutes in total.

Aoyama Nanami remained leaning against the corner, ignoring his departure. She still needed time to process the shock she had just received.

Through the elevator to the first floor, past the foyer to the entrance, Yashiro Ichiyo had already parked the car there and was waiting quietly.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Sakurakoji Talent opened the door and got into the car.

"Not at all, I just finished preparing the car." The Head Maid shook her head, not showing any surprise at his unusual attire. "Young Master, I've placed what you asked for in the back seat."

Sakurakoji Talent glanced at the other seat, where the sweets she had prepared for him were placed.

"Good, let's depart now. We need to hurry, or we might not make it in time." Sakurakoji Talent nodded and issued the next command.

"Understood."

Yashiro Ichiyo slowly started the car. Once on the main road, she immediately accelerated, speeding off without regard for whether she was breaking the speed limit.

Although she didn't know the intention behind her young master's actions, she trusted that he wouldn't act recklessly. Therefore, completing the task he had set was the only thing she needed to do.

The luxury sedan navigated through the city's complex traffic network and entered the highway. Thanks to the car's performance and her superb driving skills, they reached their destination in just over twenty minutes.

"Young Master, we're here."

"Mm, just stop here. I'll get out and walk the rest of the way."

Sakurakoji Talent picked up the gift bag beside him, gracefully got out of the car, and walked towards the park ahead.

As soon as he reached the park entrance, he saw a figure sitting alone on a swing in the distance. He smiled with relief, realizing he hadn't arrived too late.

Clearing his throat lightly and adjusting his voice, he walked straight into the small park.

On the stone tablet by the entrance, several large characters were clearly written: Fuchu City, Baba Higashi Park.

The reason Sakurakoji Talent had rushed here from so far away was naturally related to his treatment points. In other words, a certain character would appear here.

Since he began investigating this matter a month ago, he had marked down potential characters and locations around Tokyo and conducted a certain degree of investigation.

Some characters, due to the scarce information about them in the original work, only had fragmented details, such as time and place, making them difficult to investigate—like the one appearing today.

Therefore, he could only have people stake out the area in advance and notify him when clues were found.

Fuchu City is a city under the jurisdiction of Tokyo, about twenty kilometers from Tokyo, closer than Chiba to Tokyo, and naturally within his planned area.

Coincidentally, he knew of a character who would appear in this city.

The reason he changed his attire today was not specifically to let Aoyama Nanami understand his preferences, but rather to deliberately appear before her in this guise—this was his main objective.

As the number of people he knew gradually increased, he increasingly felt his danger index rising, especially after the Starlight incident last time!

After that, he had been thinking about how to advance his progress while also reducing the potential danger to himself—and then he came up with this method: I'll disguise myself as a woman, and you won't have any extra thoughts about me, right?

By approaching them in another identity, the points obtained would still be his, but the risk would be halved.

He just wanted to gain some points, not get caught up in any love triangles. This way, even if something truly went wrong, he could simply disappear, and who could do anything to him?

Even if the appearances were similar, the height, gender, surname, and name were all different. Surely no one would think they were the same person?

Furthermore, everyone in the world knew that his only younger sister, Ashiri, looked vastly different from him, even their hair colors were different. His disguised character could not possibly have any relation to him.

Thinking this, Sakurakoji Talent couldn't help but praise his own cleverness. I'm so smart!

Looking at the swing not far away, where the person had been sitting for over half an hour, looking dejected, pitiful, and heartbroken, like a little girl abandoned by the whole world, Sakurakoji Talent smiled confidently.

Let me tell you, children like this, who lack love, are the easiest to manipulate. As long as he uses a little trick later, he's guaranteed to get a large amount of emotional points from the other party, and the risk is low, much better than with other normal people!

Fortunately, it wasn't raining today. He strode confidently in front of her, revealing what he considered a flawless, kind smile, and spoke softly in a falsetto voice with concern:

"Little girl, did something happen? I noticed you've been sitting here for quite a while."

Shiina Mahiru raised her light brown-gold hair and looked at the person who spoke to her with caramel-colored eyes, filled with caution.

At first glance, she was startled by the other person's beauty.

That head of silver-white hair was so pure, without a single speck of impurity. Her beautiful face was even more perfectly proportioned than her own, and her crimson eyes seemed to penetrate her very soul. In short—how could anyone in the world be this beautiful? Was an angel descending before her?

She was confused, but out of politeness, she still replied, "I'm sorry, I'm fine. Did I disturb you? I'll leave right away."

"Ah, no, no, wait!" Seeing her get up to leave, Sakurakoji Talent quickly raised his hand to stop her.

This isn't how the script goes. Why is the prey trying to run away after just the first line?

If she really leaves, I'll be in tears.

"Ahem, I'm just a little concerned. You haven't disturbed me at all, so don't worry about it." He cleared his throat, persuaded her to stay, and then continued:

"You seem so down, you must have encountered something bad. Let big sis here guess."

"Judging by your age, you should still be a middle schooler. You're so cute, it's unlikely you're troubled by being unpopular. After all, humans are superficial."

"You don't have any obvious injuries, and your clothes aren't torn, so it doesn't look like you were bullied by an angry senior from a school gang who confessed to you."

"Then, at your age, there's probably only one thing that would make you want to stay here and worry alone instead of going home. Did you argue with your parents?"

Shiina Mahiru looked at the smiling person in front of her with some surprise. She hadn't expected him to guess so accurately, although the analysis leading up to it felt a bit strange.

"This has nothing to do with you, big sister," Shiina Mahiru replied coldly, turning her head after her surprise subsided.

Such standard dialogue. But unfortunately, I came for you today. Don't think such harmless lines can drive me away, Sakurakoji Talent thought to himself.

Image: "Shiina Mahiru", Location: "Images/1755262322-100446961-113727683.jpg"

Author: Did you not expect her to appear so soon? Of course, I was planning to write about her before.

Volume 1: The Daily Life of a Beehive : Chapter 48 Desserts Are Universal Comfort Foods