The Almighty Chuunibyou Expert

The two of them laughed at such a reckless act.

The small shop was also filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Another day of peaceful routine.

But, how long could such a peaceful routine last?

49 If we cannot love, then we shall kill each other.

Busujima Saeko, the young lady of the renowned Busujima family, was a master of swordsmanship. She had won the national tournament in her second year and was currently the captain of the Kendo Club at Shuchiin in her third year.

When she wasn't wielding a sword, she appeared to others as an exemplary traditional woman. Not only was she skilled at cooking, but she was also humble and gentle, even earning the title of Yamato Nadeshiko.

Even setting aside her family background and achievements, just looking at her appearance—long, dark purple hair, a cold expression, and a proud figure—she garnered countless fans at school.

However, besides herself, not even her only family member, her father, understood her dark side.

She actually had a strong violent tendency. In junior high, after being attacked, she deliberately let the assailant get close before severely injuring them with a wooden sword, even breaking their leg and shoulder bones.

This was clearly excessive self-defense, but under the circumstances of a 'vast disparity in strength' at the time, her actions were naturally excused.

But she knew how excited she had felt while attacking the assailant.

Since then, she had secretly hidden such impulses, but they were merely hidden, not gone; they still existed deep within her heart.

For example, whenever she sparred with members of the Kendo Club, due to the difference in skill levels, this uncontrollable impulse often led her to 'accidentally' use too much force.

Because of this, gradually, no one dared to practice with her anymore.

And now, it seemed such a person had appeared before her!

In the courtyard of her family's samurai residence, Busujima Saeko swung the blade in her hand meticulously. The intense excitement that surged within her made the corners of her lips curl up unconsciously.

"Hoo..."

The wooden sword sliced through the air, emitting sharp gusts of wind.

After a long while.

Only when sweat soaked her clothes did she take a breath, put down the wooden sword, and return to the house to rest.

Just then.

She received a call from her father.

"Saeko, I heard you're going to have a kendo match with someone?"

A deep, authoritative voice came from the phone.

"Yes."

She replied.

"That person seems to be causing chaos at Shuchiin, acting with impunity?"

"In a sense, yes."

"Don't forget, our Busujima family is one of the founders of Shuchiin. The reputation of our family as kendo masters should not be desecrated by just anyone, especially not some unknown nobody."

"I will win."

Busujima Saeko understood her father's meaning. After three seconds of silence, she affirmed.

This wasn't a lack of confidence, but rather her considering other aspects of the situation.

Unexpectedly, this answer still did not satisfy her father.

"It's not 'I will win,' but 'you must win'! A young lady of the prestigious Busujima family, a national tournament champion, do you not even have confidence against an unknown opponent?"

Hearing this, she really wanted to retort that the opponent was no longer an 'unknown nobody,' but a dragon that had already stirred up Shuchiin.

"I will definitely win."

But knowing her father's personality, she understood that even if she said it, it would be useless, so she continued.

As a national tournament champion and a master of swordsmanship, Busujima Saeko was also full of confidence in the skills she had practiced to this day.

"Then that's all for now."

With that, the call ended.

Busujima Saeko put down her phone, holding the wooden sword in one hand, and slowly walked to the edge of the veranda. Her deep eyes gazed at the sky.

"Hasegawa-kun, I hope you can prove my swordsmanship!"

A few days ago, she had gone out for ramen with Chika. Since then, Hasegawa Izumi had been staying at home and hadn't gone anywhere.

Yesterday, a spring rain finally fell. The soft raindrops dripped onto the Sword of Seeking Defeat hanging outside, as if washing away the dust and gradually dispelling its worldly impurities.

"Mmm, this is the scent."

He picked up the Sword of Seeking Defeat, sniffed it, nodded in satisfaction, and then put it back in its place.

"Speaking of which, since the 'Far East Magic Society' has been established in reality, there should be a faster communication channel in the digital sea as well."

With his hands behind his head, Hasegawa Izumi thought of this while resting on the sofa. He then took out his phone, created a group chat on LINE, and clicked on the various Organization members to invite them.

During those days of training for the basketball game, with Chika leading the way, all of them added each other as friends.

It could be said that this saved him a lot of effort.

Rikka and Dekomori responded quickly, joining the group almost immediately. They then quickly changed their group names.

Wielder of the Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King: Is this perhaps an 'ideal land' specially opened up in the sea of electrons by the Sage for the Organization?

Thunder Hammer User: Thank you for your hard work, Lord Sage!

When chatting online, Dekomori clearly lost her characteristic speech pattern.

Sage: It's no trouble, just a casual matter.

Thunder Hammer User: It might be easy for you, Lord Sage, but it's a different story for me.

Wielder of the Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King: I must admit, even though the Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King is the strongest, it can't compare to the Sage's boundless magic.

Nibuya: Stop the forced praise, aren't you guys embarrassed?

Nibuya Morika had joined the group at some point and offered her opinion.

Of course, she was immediately bombarded by Dekomori.

Thunder Hammer User: Imposter, don't get too arrogant! Otherwise, the Thunder Battle Hammer will eventually smash down upon your head!

Nibuya: Hah, I'll curse you to death with no burial place!

Nibuya: No, no, that last sentence doesn't count! Go die!!

Nibuya then sent another frantic little emoji.

It was as if her despair could be felt through the phone screen.

"I said it again subconsciously!"

It was as if he could hear this self-muttering.

Of course, even after saying such things, she couldn't escape Dekomori Sanae's sarcastic remarks.

If we cannot love, then we must kill each other!

This was Hasegawa Izumi's most accurate assessment of the relationship between the two.

Wielder of the Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King: Alright, let's hurry up. Dekomori, we still have one last stronghold to deal with today.

Thunder Hammer User: Roger! master!

Nibuya: Why are you guys typing if you're together? You two idiots!

Sage: Rikka, what are you and Dekomori doing?

He asked curiously.

Wielder of the Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King: We're conducting a routine check of the singularities. Currently, there don't seem to be any abnormalities.

Thunder Hammer User: Lord Sage, would you like to join us?

Sage: I'll pass on that. You guys carry on with your work. If there's anything you can't handle, then call me.

After refusing, Hasegawa Izumi left the chat group.

Because it was almost time for his scheduled gaming session with Eriri.

With time passing like this, the May Day Golden Week holiday came to an end.

50 I, a good person with a sword.

The night gradually disappeared, and the sun rose, painting the horizon with a faint fish-belly white, gradually turning golden, then orange-red, until it became a brilliant morning glow.

In the warm morning light, a wooden sword hanging in the air seemed to have weathered the passage of time, its hilt's grain appearing more lustrous and textured.

Suddenly, a fair hand reached out from below, gripping the lower part of the scabbard and taking it down.

"It's time."

Hasegawa Izumi murmured softly, taking out the bandages he had prepared, wrapping the Sword of Seeking Defeat in his hand, then putting on his belt and securing the sword to his back at a 60-degree angle.

He went out.

However, he immediately encountered a problem.

"Click... clack..."

When he touched the handlebars, preparing to ride his beloved bicycle, he found that it could no longer bear the strain, emitting an unhappy mechanical groan.

"What frail mechanical life forms, truly inferior to well-trained muscles."

"Just a slight increase in intensity, and it's already broken down again."

"It seems I'll have to temporarily disable it."

He sighed.

There was no other option; he would have to take the train to Shuchiin.

"Mom, what is that big brother carrying on his back?" "It... it should be a guitar, right?"

"A guitar? I don't think so. It looks like it's wrapped in bandages. Who would do that to an instrument? Maybe it's a sword!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's too scary!"

"Don't do that, I'm scared. I don't want to run into a psycho again."

"He doesn't seem like a good person. Big sister, let's stay away from him."

"Look at his uniform, it's probably from Shuchiin, right? There are always weirdos everywhere."

"Mom, why are we moving away? I think this big brother is really handsome!"

As Hasegawa Izumi stepped into the train car, his attire quickly drew everyone's attention and sparked discussion.

Because he had wrapped his sword a bit thicker than usual, people mistakenly thought he was a talent from the light music club, but that clearly wasn't the case.

He had no intention of explaining, standing alone in a corner, creating an aura of untouchable dominance that discouraged anyone from approaching.

Until the train reached its stop.

He slowly walked out of the doors.

"Phew~"

Only then did everyone finally breathe a sigh of relief.

They were genuinely afraid that this unknown guy would suddenly pull out a katana and go on a rampage in the train.

After all, similar incidents had happened before.

On the way to Shuchiin, the figure carrying a wooden sword remained the most eye-catching presence in everyone's eyes.

It wasn't like he was attending a cosplay event, so seeing such a scene in daily life naturally piqued curiosity.

Everything went smoothly until Hasegawa Izumi was stopped right at the entrance of Shuchiin.