The Almighty Chuunibyou Expert

Nibuya Morika looked confused, not yet realizing anything was wrong.

However, as Dekomori began to flip through the pages and chant, her expression gradually changed.

"Although I have lost my memory."

"I have indeed lived for 500 years, and I am the true magician in this world."

"This is the story I recorded, guided by spirits."

"My name is Mori Summer."

"Ah! I don't want to hear this! Ahhhhhh...!"

Clutching her head, Nibuya was in agony, like Sun Wukong hearing the Golden Fillet spell, letting out a pained cry.

"As everyone knows, there are white worlds and black worlds in this world..."

Dekomori Sanae looked up at Nibuya, shook her head, and continued reading.

"Bang... Bang..."

Nibuya Morika banged her head against the wall to distract herself.

So embarrassing, so embarrassing, so embarrassing, too embarrassing!

What kind of idiot wrote this thing!

To actually dare to imagine himself a magician... Ah, it was me!

Never mind then.

"It's just that upon hearing the records left by Mori Summer, I couldn't help myself. You are truly not the Mori Summer I envisioned..."

Just as Dekomori Sanae was about to pass judgment.

Nibuya Morika suddenly spun around rapidly, lunged at her, and extended her right hand.

"I buried this kind of thing in a distant time and space! It should not reappear in this world!"

However, Takanashi Rikka and Fujiwara Chika blocked her path at this moment.

"No entry here!"

Takanashi Rikka held up her hand to stop her.

"Don't block me!"

Nibuya Morika had lost her reason. Facing a numerical disadvantage, she wanted to break through the encirclement.

But the two in front of her wouldn't give her that chance, grabbing her and restraining her on the spot.

"I'm sorry, Nibuya-san, but I'm on Izumi-chan's side now."

Fujiwara Chika said apologetically, though her expression seemed quite excited.

"You want to snatch the Dark Grimoire from my hands? You are but a mere mortal, you cannot possibly succeed, death."

Dekomori Sanae closed the Dark Grimoire, then sneered, giving a thumbs down.

"Sage-sama, perhaps you are mistaken, this Mori Summer is just an imposter, death."

She then said to Hasegawa, who was walking over.

"Analyze it carefully, Nibuya Morika, Morika can be read as Mori Summer, can't it?"

Hasegawa Izumi shook his head and raised a finger.

"Perhaps she's been impersonated? Could it be another conspiracy by the Management Bureau?"

Takanashi Rikka attempted to speculate.

"Wait..."

Nibuya Morika, who could no longer struggle and was out of strength, suddenly had an idea.

There was still a chance to save her reputation: snatch back and destroy the Dark Grimoire, eliminate the only evidence, and then vehemently deny any connection to them. If she did that...

Don't blame me for being ruthless! You forced me into this!

A cold glint flashed in her eyes.

Then, Nibuya Morika began the first step.

"I am Mori Summer, and the Dark Grimoire is indeed my work."

Her expression shifted back to normal, a friendly smile on her face.

"Really? I don't believe you! Hmph, what will you use to prove it, death!"

Dekomori Sanae pointed at her and said.

"I know the contents of the Dark Grimoire."

She thought for a moment.

"The Dark Grimoire was once shared by the great Mori Summer on the digital sea, death. What's so strange about knowing it?"

Dekomori Sanae retorted.

This brat is too troublesome!

Nibuya Morika thought to herself, on the verge of anger.

But if she didn't endure the hardship, it would be very difficult for her to get the Dark Grimoire back through normal means.

"Hasegawa can vouch for me, the Sage's judgment is always correct, right?"

She could only turn her gaze to that man.

The man who changed her life.

32 Probing

Although Hasegawa Izumi didn't have the ability to 'hear others' thoughts,' it didn't stop him from understanding the reason for Nibuya's change in attitude.

It must have been because of the autobiography titled Dark Grimoire that Dekomori took out.

The urgency to get it back was impossible to hide.

So, he deliberately dangled her, saying, "I used to firmly believe so too, but after recent events, I've become a little shaken... If it's really Morisummer, then she shouldn't refuse my invitation."

"Invitation?"

Nibuya Morika's expression changed slightly.

She remembered what the other party had said in the gymnasium earlier, and there happened to be five people around.

"You mean you want me to participate in the basketball game with you all?"

She asked doubtfully.

He smiled without answering.

At this moment, Nibuya Morika was truly conflicted.

She really didn't want to agree, because she felt that doing so would only drag her deeper.

"See, she's already exposed herself! She's afraid that if she spends too much time with us, her ability to pretend will fail, death!"

Dekomori Sanae shouted from the side.

She gritted her teeth.

"I see, I... agree!"

Since that Fujiwara-san was joining, she wasn't afraid of drawing too much attention to herself.

As long as she got the Dark Grimoire back and distanced herself, everything would be fine!

"Then, we welcome your joining, Nibuya."

Hasegawa Izumi's lips curled up slightly.

"Um... Dekomori, right? Could you return my Dark Grimoire to me?"

Nibuya Morika turned and began to probe.

Agreeing to join was just a temporary measure; her goal hadn't changed.

"Impossible! Dekomori hasn't confirmed your true identity yet, death!"

Of course, Dekomori Sanae still guarded her like a thief.

"At the very least, it's only possible after we finish this battle,"

Takanashi Rikka added.

"Fine."

Nibuya Morika sighed in her heart, having to accept this cruel fate.

Of course, if there was an opportunity to snatch it during training, she would seize it!

Taking the stage was a last resort.

Without delay, let's begin.

In a park with a basketball court near Shuchiin.

"There are still three days until Friday, are you ready to face hellish training? My motto is... if it doesn't kill you, train you to death!"

Hasegawa Izumi stood alone, lecturing the four girls.

Doesn't he think the time is a little tight?

Nibuya Morika really wanted to complain about this.

But seeing that no one else said anything, she decided not to be the first to speak.

After all, winning or losing didn't matter to her.

"By the way, does any of you know how to play basketball?"

He swept his gaze over their faces.

"No."

They all shook their heads.

It's rare for girls to like playing basketball, especially when they're generally not very tall.

"Since that's the case, let's start by learning the basics."

He didn't seem rushed, but rather very patient.

"I'll study hard! I'll try not to hold you back!"

Fujiwara Chika, who had tied her hair into a ponytail, took the lead. She seemed to be the most enthusiastic.

"If the Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King just looks at it, I'll naturally learn it!"

"Dekomori will absolutely not bring shame upon the Organization, death!"

Takanashi Rikka and Dekomori Sanae also cheered themselves on.

Is this guy seriously planning to teach us? And in just these two or three days?

Nibuya Morika still didn't believe it.

Hasegawa Izumi is one thing, but could he really turn rotten wood into a divine carving!

Afterward.

Hasegawa Izumi taught everyone all the ways to dribble, pass, shoot, defend, and even how to drive past opponents.

"You're putting too much force here... Right, your left hand is just for support."

"Tuck your arms in a bit more, and relax your whole body a bit more."

"And the way you breathe, you must keep a rhythm. Follow me. Once you learn to breathe correctly, you won't feel so tired."

Besides just telling them, he also personally guided them through the motions, as it was the fastest way.

Of course, doing so inevitably led to some physical contact.

Apart from their families, no one had ever been this close to them before, and their cheeks couldn't help but flush a little.