The Almighty Chuunibyou Expert

At this moment, Dekomori Sanae's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Through the trials of this period, I acknowledge that Dekomori has the qualifications. When you return from the May Day holiday, Dekomori, hand me your application to join the group."

Hasegawa Izumi nodded in agreement.

If it were any other organization, they would surely require some sort of obedience test, or perhaps use some means of control. But since she was a loyal subordinate of another founder, there was no need to overthink it.

"That's great, I've been recognized by Sage-sama, death!"

Dekomori Sanae jumped up with joy, like a rocket shooting into the sky.

Then, the gazes of the three fell upon the lone figure.

"Come back to my side, Mori Summer."

He extended his hand, a straightforward invitation.

"Alright."

Nibuya Morika raised her right hand, looked left and right, pondered for a moment, and then nodded.

Although she really didn't want to mess around with this group anymore, the impact of this battle was far more serious than she had imagined. Now, even if she jumped into Tokyo Bay, she couldn't wash away her involvement.

From now on, she'd just be a phantom member and slowly clear her name!

Life is always like this; one needs to accept their failures.

But before that, she had to destroy the evidence of her existence...!

"Dekomori, you promised, you should give me back the Dark Grimoire."

Nibuya Morika stared at the noisy middle schooler.

"Eh, since Mori Summer-sama wants it, I'll return it to Mori Summer-sama then."

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed like a different person, her face flushed, her voice soft, and she politely handed over the book.

She didn't know her own importance in Dekomori Sanae's heart, though she didn't care about it.

Seeing that the item was in hand, Nibuya Morika could no longer suppress her emotions. She took a few steps back, pulled out a lighter she had prepared, and set the Dark Grimoire ablaze.

"Why!? Why would Mori Summer-sama destroy the magic book she worked so hard to create?"

Dekomori Sanae was incredulous at the sight, feeling as if her faith had collapsed.

"This product of the old era should have disappeared long ago, along with that embarrassing nickname... You middle school brat, you really took a lot of effort from me, even making me pay the price of 'selling myself', but it's fine, at least my worries are now gone, and my efforts have finally paid off."

Her eyes were cold and contemptuous, deeply piercing someone's heart.

The burning Dark Grimoire was tossed aside.

"How could... how could you do this? So this was your purpose for impersonating Mori Summer, death...?"

Dekomori Sanae ran over, covered her face, and crouched down, faintly hearing mournful sobs.

"In the end, I was mistaken."

For some reason, seeing this scene, Hasegawa Izumi couldn't help but chuckle.

It was supposed to be a sad scene.

Takanashi Rikka remained silent, as she understood the inside story and didn't need to worry.

"Heh, hehe, hehe, hehe... Oh, hehe! Fortunately, I expected this day to come! I've already made a complete backup, death!"

After a sudden burst of wild laughter, Dekomori Sanae stood up with her hands on her hips, her eyes curved into crescents.

"Eh!?"

Nibuya Morika's expression changed drastically.

"I should thank you, I finally understand your purpose as the fake Mori Summer! The Dark Grimoire is the trace Mori Summer left in the world, an important item related to her return. You want to erase this trace, this beacon, because you don't want her to return to the human world, to achieve your unspeakable goals, death! But fortunately, Dekomori is here, your scheme has completely failed!"

Dekomori Sanae taunted her wantonly.

"How dare you! Since that's the case, I'll make you pay the price first, you brat!"

Nibuya Morika, scratching her ears in frustration, couldn't take it anymore and rushed towards Dekomori Sanae.

"With you?"

Dekomori Sanae didn't back down and stepped forward to meet her.

The two instantly began to fight.

"Goodbye, you guys have fun, I'm heading back first."

Hasegawa Izumi glanced at the time, needing to rush back to take care of his sister, and quickly said goodbye.

Seeing this.

"Hmph! We'll settle this later! Imposter, I'll make you pay sooner or later!"

The fight between Dekomori Sanae and Nibuya Morika immediately stopped, and they parted on bad terms.

"Let's go, master, we finally have free time today, death. Do you have any missions for me?"

"There's a special operation today, called 'Twilight Hour,' and we need to investigate several singularities where strange occurrences have recently surfaced."

"A new monster is about to appear? The Human World is becoming unsafe, death."

The voices in the air grew fainter as the two figures walked away.

Shuchiin, established in the past as an institution for noble and samurai families.

Therefore, the Kendo Club's area appeared more prosperous than other clubs. Besides a Kendo hall with a rich history, there was also an independent courtyard behind it, complete with a small bridge, flowing water, flowers, and trees.

Suddenly, several male and female students wearing Kendo uniforms, white on top and black on the bottom, entered the courtyard. Their gazes swept over and landed on a purple-haired figure sitting under a large tree, their eyes filled with reverence.

"Busujima Senpai, the results of the battle are out, it's roughly like this... According to our observations, that man should possess considerable martial arts skills, which is why he achieved such a one-sided victory! Furthermore, we just received news that the man's next target is our Kendo Club."

Approaching along the stone path, a girl stepped forward and said.

"Is that so?"

The person sitting quietly gripped the bamboo sword stuck in the ground beside her and, with a seemingly casual swing, cut a falling leaf in half.

She slowly opened her eyes, a hint of sharpness revealed in her deep blue irises. Her chest rose and fell slightly, and a wisp of white breath escaped her lips.

"This is exactly the opponent I've been waiting for!"

42 I, Qin Shi Huang, am here to pay!

Suddenly, the person on the bed opened their eyes.

The familiar ceiling again.

After yesterday's commotion, Hasegawa Izumi had temporarily welcomed a period of peace and quiet.

Pulling back the curtains, he took a breath of fresh air before preparing to complete his training regimen before Kōko woke up.

He didn't want to go bald, so the intensity of his training was at the level of a normal person's warm-up.

After breakfast, he sat on the sofa and watched TV with his sister for a while.

"So boring, too childish. And this protagonist is too dramatic. He just lost an arm, and he's screaming all the time. Such poor character development!"

After a while, he gave his most honest assessment.

"My other half, don't just stand there and criticize! Do you understand their pain?"

Immediately, he provoked his sister into arguing with him.

"Of course, no one understands better than I do. I even understand Kaneki's pain."

"Kaneki? Who is that?"

"That's another story..."

At this moment, he decisively seized the opportunity to temper his sister's willpower until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Ah, big brother, you idiot!"

Kōko's willpower +0.1.

At this rate, when the great era arrives, his sister would have a chance to rise to the occasion.

Although his useless sister's stats were also cute, Kōko was already the cutest in his heart, so this little bit didn't matter.

After a while.

Hasegawa Izumi, feeling restless, began to think about his future plans.

"If I challenge the Kendo Club, wouldn't it be too rude to use their swords? Swordsmen seem to have their own principles about that... Since I have time off, I might as well make a sword myself. It's not a disposable item, and I'll probably need it in the future."

He nodded to himself.

Having made his decision, it was time to act.

First, it was certain that a real sword wouldn't be needed for now, so he would choose between a 'bamboo sword' and a 'wooden sword'.

"I feel like a wooden sword looks cooler, right?"

He quickly made his most sincere judgment.

Coolness factor usually had a positive correlation with combat power.

However, logging was not permitted, so he would have to resort to buying and selling.

"But, my allowance doesn't seem to be enough anymore."

His eyes grew serious, his fingers interlaced, and his hands formed an arch supporting his chin as he fell into deep thought.

"How can mere money, an external object, stump me?"

Soon, his eyes lit up, and he took out his phone to send a message.

It was a sunny day, and the scenery was beautiful.

Eriri, wearing black-rimmed glasses and Shimamura Middle School's green sportswear, was working intensely at her desk, contributing to the sales of her doujinshi for the summer Comiket.

The manga displayed on the desk showed many explicit scenes that would require censorship, with a beautiful and exquisite art style.

These were the assets that Kashiwagi Eri relied on in the underground world!

"Beep~!"

Suddenly, a message notification chimed, causing the busy blonde girl to stop what she was doing.

"Who is it, messaging me at this hour? I remember disabling notifications for those people."

She then opened her LINE and saw a message like this.

"Hello, I am Qin Shi Huang. I did not actually die and have been in slumber. Now I have been resurrected. As long as I can revive my 100,000 terracotta soldiers, I can rule the world. Therefore, I currently need a sum of money. If you transfer 300,000 yen to me to assist my successful restoration, I will grant you a great merit. After conquering the world, I will enfeoff Tou-ei to you as a prince."

This was clearly a scam.

"Can this kind of scam message really fool anyone?"

Eriri was speechless. She tapped her fingers a few times, intending to delete this friend.

Of course, that was impossible.

Because the person who sent her this message was that idiot.

Eriri: Why do you suddenly need to borrow money?

Hasegawa Izumi: I want to buy a piece of wood.

Eriri: Huh?

Eriri: Then what do you need wood for? To burn? To test how to make fire by friction in the wild?

The girl tried to sync up with her Childhood Friend.

Hasegawa Izumi: No, making fire by friction is easy, no need to test it. I'm preparing for an upcoming match with the Kendo Club, and I plan to pick out a good piece of wood myself to make a wooden sword.

Hearing this, Eriri could understand.

Perhaps it was because of the recent events that her threshold had been raised.

Eriri: I see. Then use one from my family's yard. You can pick whichever one you like.

Hasegawa Izumi: Then I'll take the one behind the villa.