The Almighty Chuunibyou Expert

Fujiwara Chika chuckled foolishly, trying to brush it off, and whistled.

"Very good, Chika, you did well."

He patted Chika's shoulder, his expression relieved.

"Eh?"

Fujiwara Chika froze, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Izumi-chan is so gentle! Just like how a brother feels about his Little Sister!

I thought I was going to get scolded.

Her understanding was slightly off. Rather than caring about the Girl's unilateral actions, Hasegawa Izumi was more concerned about something else.

"Isn't that a bit too intimate? Fujiwara-san, are you and Hasegawa... like that?"

"No, no, no, Hasegawa's relationship with that Takanashi is clearly better."

Other classmates who noticed the scene saw something different.

Neither of the people involved paid any attention to this.

There was a physical education class this morning, and they had gone to the field.

The running was over.

Hasegawa Izumi sat down on a bench nearby.

"Hoo... ha..."

The panting Takanashi Rikka sat next to him to rest.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, ruffling their bangs.

"The wind is quite boisterous today."

He couldn't help but sigh.

"I can hear the sounds of battle carried on the wind. This must be a sign that a fierce battle will take place today."

Takanashi Rikka chimed in, following his lead.

Hearing this, he smiled and said, "There will be a battle, but perhaps not a fierce one."

"Don't worry, it won't take too much of your time."

Oh no! I said the wrong thing!

Takanashi Rikka bit her lip.

Wouldn't saying something like that show doubt in her Ally's abilities?

This could ruin their alliance!

"Ahem, ahem, it seems I misheard."

The Girl quickly changed her wording.

"Hm?"

Hasegawa Izumi's ears twitched suddenly.

Footsteps could be heard approaching from not too far away.

"Izumi-chan, Takanashi-san, so you were here."

Fujiwara Chika, wearing a white tracksuit and a radiant, youthful smile, jogged over. The two mounds on her chest rose and fell with each step, a truly magnificent sight.

Chika-chan has such impressive assets?

He hadn't noticed it before, so he was a bit late to realize.

But it didn't matter.

"Chika, did you need something from us?"

He responded.

"Ah, it's nothing much, really. I just ran into Kotsuna, and she asked me to tell you that the school has found someone to be in charge of the zoo, so you don't need to go take care of the little animals starting today."

As she spoke, Fujiwara Chika sat down on the nearby bench, placed her hands on the edge, and turned her smiling face to the side.

"Is that so? It's already time to say goodbye. It's earlier than I expected."

Hasegawa Izumi sighed lightly.

Although they had only been there for twenty days, he was still reluctant to part with those cute little guys.

But it couldn't be helped. It was fine to have free time now, but in the future, when times changed, he definitely wouldn't be able to spare the time.

It was better to hand them over to someone else sooner, so as to avoid forming deeper attachments and becoming even more reluctant to leave.

"Are we saying goodbye to the Chimera and the others? I suppose so. Their existence is still too dangerous, and they need a specialized trainer to teach them properly."

Takanashi Rikka's expression faltered, and she muttered to herself.

Unfortunately, they couldn't exist as Summoned Beasts because the Sage had no such intention, and she was still facing the threat of the Holy Chef.

"It's okay, you can go see them anytime you want."

Fujiwara Chika noticed her expression and said instead.

Her relaxed tone and smile instantly changed the atmosphere.

"That's right! They aren't disappearing into another dimension, we can summon them anytime."

Takanashi Rikka stood up, clenching her fist, her expression excited.

By noon.

The three also went to the zoo to bid farewell to the animals one by one.

In the afternoon, as the time for the promised battle drew closer, the wind outside grew more violent, as if reflecting some people's moods.

Indeed, many people at school were even more eager than Hasegawa Izumi for the outcome of this battle.

A victory in one match could be considered good luck, but what about a victory in two matches?

If the opponent succeeded, then the remaining clubs would be in precarious danger.

The flames of war could spread to their own heads at any moment.

The thought of being trampled underfoot by these Mixed Academy Students filled them with deep humiliation.

"Ding~"

As the dismissal bell rang, the homeroom teacher did not delay, quickly gathering his teaching materials and leaving.

In the classroom, everyone inexplicably remained seated, as if waiting for someone to go first.

"Let's go, Rikka, let them see what true strength is!"

Hasegawa Izumi stood up and said, waving his right hand.

"Let us shatter their delusions! Before us, there are no opponents!"

Takanashi Rikka immediately responded.

"Izumi-chan, I want to watch too!"

Fujiwara Chika reacted quickly, immediately running to the back of the classroom to leave with them.

Afterward, in the classroom, everyone seemed to awaken from a deep freeze.

"Who do you think will win? I thought Hasegawa was just joking before, but I didn't expect him to actually defeat the Go Club. Maybe he's serious after all."

"What nonsense are you talking about! The Tennis Club President won't be as easy to deal with as Kazuya. The difference in their physiques is too great; Hasegawa's physical abilities definitely won't keep up! That's a hard requirement."

"Don't speak so confidently, you might get slapped in the face."

"Are you trying to undermine our own morale? I, for one, don't believe Hasegawa can create a miracle."

"I'm going to club activities."

"You go ahead, I want to watch their match."

Opinions began to diverge, with many already holding considerable expectations for Hasegawa.

This was the psychology of admiring strength at play.

After all, they had not yet experienced the opponent's personal charm.

While they were chatting.

Hasegawa Izumi and the other two had already arrived downstairs and were preparing to change their shoes.

Fujiwara Chika slipped her small feet, clad in white short socks, into her school loafers. Once on, she tapped her toes on the ground, making them fit more snugly.

Takanashi Rikka was still fiddling with her roller sneakers.

To show respect, he wore a pair of athletic shoes today, intending to step onto the tennis court formally.

A short while later, they arrived at the tennis court.

Outside the court's surrounding net, a crowd had already gathered, packed so tightly it was impossible to move. Everyone wanted to secure a good viewing spot in advance.

Compared to the number of spectators for the Go Club match, the attention this time had undoubtedly skyrocketed.

"Move aside."

Faced with such a noisy scene, Hasegawa Izumi commanded, his voice low and powerful, instantly silencing the crowd.

They reacted, finally realizing that the main players had arrived, and cleared a long path at the entrance.

Led by him, the three stepped onto the tennis court.

"You're that Hasegawa? You look pretty ordinary, no highlights. I really can't believe you beat the Go Club. Don't tell me you cheated like they said?"

A loud, resonant voice rang out. A figure with medium-long hair, tall and well-built, approached and stood before them, likely over 1.8 meters tall.

Compared to him, the two girls, both under 1.6 meters, looked like little potatoes.

"You're the Tennis Club President?"

Hasegawa Izumi's gaze lifted slightly. Despite the height and size disadvantage, he remained neither servile nor overbearing.

"You really are as arrogant as they say."

Kawamura Kentaro, seeing his question met with a question, didn't get angry. Instead, his face lit up with interest.

"But I don't care if you're cheating or not. The point is, are you really planning to play against me? Let me tell you, my style is very aggressive. With your scrawny arms and legs, if you end up crying, I won't take responsibility."

One had to know that it was quite normal for a tennis ball to accidentally hit someone. Therefore, even without direct confrontation, injuries could still occur. This was different from a mental labor like playing Go.

"That's what I wanted to say too."

He said with a faint smile.

The court is the battlefield; he understood this thoroughly.

"Also, I'll finish this battle as quickly as possible, so be careful."

This statement sounded like a complete provocation!

"Heh."

Kawamura Kentaro laughed in anger, clenched his fists, and said fiercely, "Don't worry, I won't waste too much of your time!"

21 Have you ever heard of an outward spin serve?

Art Club.

"Look, it's so lively over there! I wonder if they're going to fight!"

"Isn't that the Tennis Club? I heard today is the day Hasegawa is going to fight with the Tennis Club, right?"

"Oh, it's about last week's business... It looks quite interesting. Let's go take a look."

"Forget it. There are too many people there, we can't even squeeze in, and we still have club activities."

Eriri sat in front of her easel, looking at a blank piece of paper, holding her paintbrush, pretending to want to draw.