Fushimi Makoto's Aesthetic of Violence

"You can take it as my personal hobby." Utaha walked over gracefully, her hips swaying seductively.

Yukino immediately revealed her sharp edge. "Like rope bondage, is that also your personal hobby?"

Utaha's smile froze.

Yukino: "Before I decide to capture you, please go back and change your clothes."

"Is there something wrong with this outfit? Or do you think that office workers shouldn't dress like this?" Utaha got angry as soon as she heard the word "capture."

She even stared intently at Fushimi Makoto and asked, "Do you think this outfit looks good on me?"

Fushimi Makoto Yukino interrupted, "Please understand, senpai, his personal opinion cannot change my mind."

"To be honest, it's true." Fushimi Makoto said.

Utaha immediately cast a disapproving glance at her.

Fushimi Makoto continued, "But personally, I genuinely think it's beautiful."

This time, the one wielding the death gaze is Yukino.

Fushimi Makoto's expression remained unchanged. "However, Yukino's other outfit is also super cute."

How to offend two beautiful girls with just one sentence.

He did it today.

Yukino delivered an elbow strike.

Utaha also threw a cushion at them.

Two beautiful girls with long, straight black hair were unusually united. "What a scumbag!"

"If I'd known I'd get beaten up for telling the truth, I would have chosen to lie," the scumbag Fushimi said.

Days passed by like this. Ever since Utaha learned of the existence of the Anywhere Door, she would call on Fushimi Makoto open it almost every two days online.

And what she said was quite unique, "Open Sesame, thank you."

Yukino had anticipated this, and she almost always arrived precisely on time to complete her check-in mission.

Fushimi Makoto enjoyed a period of happiness.

These past few days, under the Mrs. Yukinoshita hadn't asked him about the matter in Osaka, for this beautiful woman was not lacking in patience.

Sawamura Sayuri was also very patient, but during this time she asked Fushimi Makoto for a few more Bamboo-copter, and she also asked Eriri Spencer Sawamura to help her take a set of photos of herself flying in the sky, saying that she would keep them as souvenirs.

Eriri Spencer Sawamura was captivated, so the mother and daughter flew up from their home and took pictures together.

They used time-lapse photography.

When Fushimi Makoto received the news from Eriri Spencer Sawamura, he felt it was a pity that his excellent photography skills hadn't been put to use.

The results of the national mock exams were also released, but the principal didn't announce them. He simply Fushimi Makoto to his office, his old face beaming with joy. "Although I had already guessed you were excellent, it's truly astonishing that you actually got first place."

The peaceful days continued until the end of October. Since it was a Sunday, Fushimi Makoto was called out by Yukino to go book shopping together and discuss their plans for the new short film.

That's right, she wanted to start reading again.

After choosing their books, the two went to the mall, a suggestion made by Fushimi Makoto.

"Since you rarely come out, I'll be merciful and accompany you on your date, my lovely one."

"My cuteness doesn't need you to emphasize it."

The two attracted a lot of attention in the mall due to their good looks. Fushimi Makoto was even recognized by some people, and some girls wanted to take photos with him.

"If I take a picture with you guys, the cutest girl in the world next to me will get angry," Fushimi Makoto said cheekily.

The girls who wanted to take photos left somewhat disappointed.

A smile graced Yukino's pretty face, a smile that held both happiness and a hint of mockery, "Are you praising me so much today because you need my help with something?"

"What do you think of the black-stockinged catgirl?" Fushimi Makoto revealed his thoughts.

"Fushimi Woof, when will you stop being such a pervert?"

"It's a personal hobby, just like my senior's rope skipping."

"Thanks for your explanation, but now I think you're even more of a pervert... huh?"

Before Yukino could finish speaking, Fushimi Makoto suddenly grabbed her arm.

Just as she was wondering what was going on, she heard the other person say with a playful laugh, "We're being followed."

Yukino's expression hardened. "Is it someone you know? Or..."

"They are a group of unfamiliar faces." Fushimi Makoto's senses swept over them.

Yukino knew he wasn't joking, and asked in a serious voice, "What do you plan to do?"

She didn't feel nervous or scared.

Even if the two of them encounter trouble now, and even if Fushimi Makoto doesn't intervene, Yukino is confident that she can defeat the enemy with her own strength.

This is the confidence that comes with involution.

"What do you think about us going to find them?" Fushimi Makoto had already pinpointed the location of those people.

There are six in total.

And they were all faces he had never seen before.

These people didn't seem to have any obvious malice; they were more like they were there specifically to follow and investigate me.

After receiving these signals, Fushimi Makoto roughly guessed the identities of those people.

The Sakai Family.

Is it because their son was crippled and they haven't found the murderer after so long that they've decided to take their anger out on me?

Or do you simply find me suspicious?

Regardless of the situation, Fushimi Makoto didn't seem to care much.

He glanced at the neatly arranged wooden swords and protective gear in the mall, and suddenly asked Yukino, "Want to see how powerful the Tokyo Sword Saint is?"

"You've been studying again?" Yukino rolled her eyes at him at first, then a beautiful smile bloomed on her face. "Would you mind if I took a picture with my phone?"

"I don't mind."

"Then I'd like to see it."

Chapter 368 Fushimi Makoto's Violent Aesthetics

After Yukino gave her answer, Fushimi Makoto casually started picking through the cabinet filled with wooden swords and protective gear.

Yukino consciously stepped aside, picked up her phone, and opened the camera app.

Fushimi Makoto persuaded the saleswoman who tried to strike up a conversation to leave, and continued to sense the location of those people.

Just as those who were following him cautiously peered out again, trying to observe Fushimi Makoto's situation, their eyes suddenly met.

Fushimi Makoto waved to them, signaling them to come over.

"We've been discovered?"

The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What should we do now? Leave first and then catch up later?"

"No need, we'll just go over and say hello. We're not here to cause trouble anyway. The boss just told us to investigate this high school student's daily life."

The man in the lead spoke calmly, even though he had heard his boss mention that the high school student named Fushimi Makoto was a hothead.

But this was a crowded and bustling shopping mall, and his side had an absolute advantage in numbers. He didn't believe that Fushimi Makoto would be so reckless as to make a move here.

Besides, it wouldn't matter even if they did take action.

A group of people then approached Fushimi Makoto.

The middle-aged man in a suit, who was leading the group, smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Yoshino Haruto, and my boss's surname is Sakai."

"These are not important." Fushimi Makoto didn't look at the people; his eyes remained fixed on the cabinet.

"Is that so? Fushimi-kun, you may have misunderstood something. We weren't following you; we were just passing by," the other person said with a calm smile.

"These things are not important." Fushimi Makoto had already gripped a wooden sword.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, then relaxed. "Alright, since you're not interested in chatting with me, we won't bother you any longer."

After saying that, he prepared to call his companions to leave.

Although he didn't know how his group had been discovered, just as Fushimi Makoto had said, he didn't think it was important.

Anyway, I can continue to follow up later.

The Sakai couple were nearly driven mad by their inability to find the culprit. They kept suspecting that the case might be related to Yukinoshita and the Sawamura Family, otherwise why couldn't they find the four women their son had mentioned?

Only by joining forces can these two companies leave no room for error.

To avoid alerting the enemy, the Sakai couple decided to Fushimi Makoto.

So these people are here today.

"You just came to say hello? Nothing else?"

Just as these people were about to leave, Fushimi Makoto's voice drifted over.

At the same time, his senses completely enveloped the six strong men.

As his senses began to stir, he noticed that, apart from the man in the suit who remained calm, the other five men's faces gradually darkened, their eyes revealing a fierce glint.

The man had been distracted by Fushimi Makoto's voice and hadn't noticed the change in his companion's expression.

He maintained his composed demeanor. "We were just passing by and happened to run into you and Miss Yukinoshita here, so we thought we'd stop by and say hello. After all, the Yukinoshita Family almost became business partners with the boss... Hey, what are you doing?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw his companion on his left rushing over with a fierce expression.

Fushimi Makoto slightly turned his body, narrowly avoiding the fist that was being swung at him.

"Damn it, stop right now!" The middle-aged man was furious; this was not part of his plan.

"You attacked me." The moment Fushimi Makoto's voice rang out, he casually gripped the wooden sword hanging there and swung it forward.

This strike was like lightning slicing through the night sky.

The speed was fast and the force was fierce. The man who had just thrown the punch had no time to dodge. The wooden knife had already struck the man's waist and abdomen. With a loud thud, the man's body flew diagonally with the force and finally crashed two meters away. His cell phone and other items in his pocket flew out and scattered all over the ground.

Fushimi Makoto slowly retracted his sword-wielding arm, changing to a two-handed grip, and fixed his gaze directly on the man whose face was filled with shock and anger. "It's obvious you didn't come here to say hello."

Yukino, who was standing to the side, had already turned on the camera, and her fair face behind the lens was full of surprise.

That was a swift strike.

Even though Yukino believes that her physical functions have improved by leaps and bounds and that she is no longer the same as before, she still thinks that even if she could do that kind of swift and fierce strike, the force of the recoil from the wooden sword would probably cause her to accidentally drop it because the event was too sudden.

The surrounding staff and guests were all stunned.

They had no idea that someone would suddenly make a move.

Some cautious guests quickly ran away after realizing what was happening, fearing they would be implicated, while others excitedly took out their phones, clearly intending to stay and watch the show.

The mall staff hesitated, wanting to step forward, but then Fushimi Makoto say, "There's no need to work so hard for a few hundred yuan a month."

Everyone was taken aback, then realized, "That's right," and quickly withdrew.

However, some kind people helped by calling the police.

"Fushimi-kun, please don't act rashly. This is a misunderstanding, I can explain..."

The middle-aged man was furious. He didn't even look at his semi-conscious companion lying on the ground, and hurriedly explained to Fushimi Makoto.

However, he still couldn't finish his sentence this time.

Because his companions rushed forward again.

"You bastards, are you all crazy?!" the middle-aged man cursed angrily, but it was too late to stop them.

"I'll kill you!"

The man at the front shouted fiercely, grabbed a baseball bat from the side, and swung it down towards Fushimi Makoto's head.

The sight caused the middle-aged man to close his eyes in anguish.

It's over.