We've Reached the Kill Line

The third person wasn't so lucky. He was a step behind his two companions, and by the time he reached Fushimi Makoto, his companions had already fallen in the blink of an eye.

Because of his momentary shock and surprise, accompanied by the sharp whistling wind, he had no chance to defend or dodge, Fushimi Makoto squarely on his face.

The man's face was fractured on the spot, and blood mixed with tears from the excruciating pain sprayed through the air. His body flew backward like a cannonball, knocking over several other people who were stunned in place.

When these men scrambled to their feet in fear, only to find that Fushimi Makoto was still standing in the same spot, seemingly without having moved an inch, they lost all courage to attack.

The shock they felt just now was like their first time at the dojo – from surprise to dumbfounded, and then to astonishment as if they were seeing a new world.

"I know that, it's a boxing move, right? How come he knows everything?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura was so excited that she had long forgotten her composure, and even subconsciously clenched her small, white fists and swung them.

Anyone could see that she was too excited and subconsciously imitated Fushimi Makoto's actions.

But her demeanor wasn't fierce at all; it was just endearingly contrasting.

"He's practically a superman," Utaha said once again.

Yukino, deeply moved by this, let out a soft breath, suppressing her shock, and said, "I suspect he didn't even use his full strength."

Mrs. Yukinoshita and Sawamura Sayuri turned around in surprise.

Isn't this their full strength?

The expert who could open a boxing gym here started with one move, and was then instantly defeated.

Then three strong men were taken down in two seconds.

If this isn't their full strength...

"I told you long ago, Makoto's body is very worthy of study." Sawamura Sayuri lowered her voice, a ripple of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Mrs. Yukinoshita at her best friend, thinking, "Is this your excuse for swallowing a thousand needles?"

You're really good at research!

"Let's go back and eat," Fushimi Makoto said to them.

Mrs. Yukinoshita nodded and turned to leave first.

Although everyone had many questions they wanted to ask, they knew it wasn't the right time to ask, so they walked outside together.

But as Fushimi Makoto was the last to cross the threshold, he suddenly turned around and said, "I don't really want you to come here tonight with hatred and anger, because that would waste my time, so..."

He raised his right hand and braced it against the wall beside him.

"This is probably my peak performance."

The moment he finished speaking, he slammed his fist against the wall.

He smashed the wall with a dull thud, followed by countless cracks that erupted from that spot, spreading rapidly in all directions like a dense spider web, until the entire wall finally shattered and collapsed.

Dust and debris flew everywhere, large swaths of wall plaster mixed in the air, making the scene look like an explosion had occurred.

The owner and employee of the convenience store next door jumped up from their chairs in fright. "What's going on? Was it an earthquake?"

The remaining people in the boxing gym were dumbfounded, standing there speechless.

Fushimi Makoto turned and left.

When he returned to the car, Mrs. Yukinoshita and the others immediately cast intense gazes at him.

He had barely opened his mouth, before they could even utter a sound, when their voices completely drowned out Fushimi Makoto.

What just happened?

"Are you so strong that you can demolish houses at will? Does that mean I can become that strong in the future?"

"Is your hand not injured?"

"I want to improve, please teach me!"

"..."

It took Fushimi Makoto a lot of effort to calm them down, but even after the car started, the burning emotions in their eyes couldn't be extinguished.

So he casually changed the subject to distract everyone. "I just observed that Mr. Basong should have broken at least three ribs, multiple fractures in his back and legs, and a severe head injury. Isn't this injury report very detailed?"

"You call this an injury report?" Eriri Spencer Sawamura puffed out her cheeks, expressing her displeasure at his attempt to change the subject.

Utaha covered her forehead, her tone complicated. "I feel like this is more like an autopsy report. Is that guy a little dead?"

Fushimi Makoto: "It's not that exaggerated, but he'll definitely need to be hospitalized for a long time."

"... Long-term hospitalization?"

Yukino and Utaha exchanged a glance.

Is this guy planning to challenge us every single day of the Time Loop?

That's indeed a very long time.

During dinner, Sawamura Sayuri offered to let everyone stay overnight.

Fushimi Makoto figured it would be refreshed tomorrow anyway, so he agreed.

Since he was the first to speak, Utaha didn't refuse.

Yukino suddenly remembered her friend. "I made plans with Itsuki to study together tonight."

Sawamura Sayuri smiled and replied, "Then you can let her come over. Anyway, I'm quite familiar with Mr. Nakano. Although he has a bit of an odd personality and always avoids interacting with others, he's actually a very nice person."

Yukino thought about it and decided that this was a good idea. Eriri Spencer Sawamura also wanted to improve, so teaching one person or two was the same thing.

After dinner, Fushimi Makoto stood alone on the balcony.

He deliberately acted recklessly today because of the Time Loop.

However, since it was obvious that Basong wanted to step on him to rise to power, he decided to slightly modify his original idea.

"I'll come see him when I have time, anyway, he was looking for me."

Fushimi Makoto made his decision.

After the Time Loop ends, he'll go again to save the other person the trouble of having to spend time looking for him later.

It would be better to let the other person simply rest in the hospital.

Just then, he heard footsteps behind him, along with a familiar scent of shampoo.

He was about to speak when the person behind him spoke faster, "A liar will swallow a thousand needles... Is that really just the surface meaning of the saying?"

Huh?

Has she discovered something?

That's not right. Aunt Sayuri concealed it very well before; there shouldn't have been any flaws.

Fushimi Makoto turned around, looked at Mrs. Yukinoshita with a half-smile, and feigned confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"You should know better than I do," she said.

"Sorry, I just finished eating and my mind is blank right now. I haven't figured it out yet."

"Sayuri's bag," Mrs. Yukinoshita provided the keyword.

"Oh, that Hermès bag is indeed quite beautiful, but it's a bit expensive," Fushimi Makoto said, feigning ignorance.

Mrs. Yukinoshita reached out, intending to knock on him as usual.

Fushimi Makoto dodged to the side, and a thought inexplicably popped into his mind, "It would feel more impactful to dodge with a head-patting motion."

"You're being rude," Mrs. Yukinoshita said again.

"I think in this situation, you should say 'you're not being honest,'" Fushimi Makoto corrected.

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't argue with him. She stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly looked away, gazing at the distant scenery on the balcony. As if casually, she said, "You can tell me the details about swallowing a thousand needles later."

Fushimi Makoto taken aback.

Is this a solo queue game?

As if to prevent him from continuing to play dumb, Mrs. Yukinoshita emphasized again, "I said, Sayuri's brother is my brother, do you remember that?"

Fushimi Makoto understood.

This is my younger brother's problem.

Chapter 391 Reaching the Kill Line

At 9:30 p. m. that evening, Mrs. Yukinoshita really did come to the guest room to find Fushimi Makoto.

But she seemed only interested in gathering information. When Fushimi Makoto told her, "As long as you keep training according to the schedule, you will become stronger and stronger," she seemed to have confirmed something. Her eyes lit up with joy and excitement, and she almost couldn't control her expression.

She got the answer she wanted, so the next question was...

"Did you really go to buy juice with Sayuri during the day?"

When she asked the question, her eyes were fixed on Fushimi Makoto's face, and she kept looking him up and down.

This guy looks like he's channeling a master detective.

"If we didn't buy the juice, did we conjure it up?" Fushimi Makoto threw the question back at him.

You should know that's not what I meant.

"So what exactly do you mean?"

"You..."

Mrs. Yukinoshita uttered a syllable, but did not finish her sentence.

She extended a slender, white finger and pointed it at Fushimi Makoto in the air, then lowered her hand. "You really weren't honest."

Fushimi Makoto tentatively asked, "Actually, you could ask Aunt Sayuri about this. You two have a good relationship, don't you?"

"Do you think she'll tell me?" Mrs. Yukinoshita's smile held a hint of danger.

Fushimi Makoto instantly understood.

It turns out that it wasn't Aunt Sayuri who gave it away, but rather she found out herself.

That's amazing.

Mrs. Yukinoshita then said, "Fine, since you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you."

After saying that, she stood up.

Her pajamas completely concealed her good figure, and even though she was wearing slippers, the socks made it seem as if she didn't want to reveal even a tiny bit of skin.

Fushimi Makoto regretted this.

Mrs. Yukinoshita walked to the door, reached out and grasped the doorknob, but did not rush to open it, instead showing a thoughtful expression.

A second later, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned her mature and beautiful face to the side and said, "Can you do anything now?"

"You mean... do whatever you want?" Fushimi Makoto found an accurate idiom.

"Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to say."

"It's not that exaggerated. There are still many things I can't do."

"Oh? You're actually starting to be humble now? I thought you'd get cocky after what I said." Her charming smile was exactly the same as Yukino's, even the sarcasm was identical.

It's no wonder they're mother and daughter; they really do look alike in some ways.

"Because there are indeed many things I cannot do," Fushimi Makoto, his tone unchanged.

"For example?" she asked with a smile, lowering her hand as if her curiosity had been piqued.

Fushimi Makoto: "For example, I could clearly sense that you didn't want to leave, but because you were still trying to manipulate me, I couldn't ask you to stay..."

He said, feigning helplessness, "Of course, I also hope to chat with you a little longer."

Mrs. Yukinoshita a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

Her eyes started to wander.

She truly hadn't expected that, despite having adjusted her emotions beforehand and not showing any signs of unease upon arrival, the other party would still have noticed her intentions.

Just as Fushimi Makoto said, she did want to stay and chat a little longer, but she also wanted to continue to try and trick him into revealing Sayuri's secret.

Only by pulling precisely at the surface can we possibly uncover the truth.

But Fushimi Makoto is now playing his cards straight.

This made her a little embarrassed.

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