You Must Cherish It!

Fighting is affection, scolding is love; if you neither fight nor scold, use your feet to kick!

Houka's kick showed no mercy whatsoever. With his current mastery of Taijutsu, an ordinary ninja simply could not withstand such an unpredictable, impossibly angled strike.

Bang!

Akahoshi's bloodshot eyes bulged as he flew backward through the air like an upside-down octopus, whistling straight out through the entranceway.

Hotarubi stared at the scene in stunned silence. "What... happened?"

Houka patted his chest. "Who was that guy just now? He was acting all gay and creepy, scared me to death. He actually tried to molest me—shameless!"

"Huh?" Hotarubi looked utterly baffled. He hurriedly turned and ran outside, but all he saw was Akahoshi's retreating back. He immediately shouted, "Akahoshi, what happened? Where are you going?!"

Hearing him call out, Akahoshi only ran faster, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"Strange. What the hell is that guy up to?" Hotarubi muttered, full of confusion.

Inside, Houka lowered his head and suddenly noticed that his pants had been torn.

He narrowed his eyes and thought back. It seemed that when he had kicked that gay, creepy ninja just now, the man had grabbed at him.

He probably hadn't done it on purpose... right?

Emmmm...

Houka had never hesitated to judge others with the most malicious possible assumptions.

Especially since that guy had been so enthusiastic from the start, then had run off for no reason. He might as well have pasted a note on his forehead saying, 'I'm here to cause trouble.'

"Sorry, Akahoshi has seemed a little strange lately." After coming back inside, Hotarubi sincerely apologized to Houka.

Houka pointed at the tear in his pants. "He ripped my pants. Just so you know."

"Huh?" Hotarubi frowned at Houka in confusion.

Without another word, Houka