Anime Multiverse: Making Money Starting from Saki Chapter 27

Kageyama Sora spread his hands: "Toka said that if I came with her, reporters would definitely focus on who that man is, which would ruin her magnificent protagonist entrance."

"What a... strange person." After hearing Kageyama Sora's words, Haramura Nodoka instinctively retorted.

She truly couldn't understand why some people felt the need to be so flashy.

This caused Kageyama Sora's expression to turn very subtle for a moment.

He wondered to himself what kind of expression Haramura Nodoka would have if she knew that Ryumonbuchi Toka treated her like a mortal enemy.

Hmm... if Ryumonbuchi Toka knew that Haramura Nodoka thought she was strange, she would probably have a mental breakdown too.

However... looking at this team, Kageyama Sora whispered: "But, Koromo didn't come, did she."

Takei Hisa looked at Kageyama Sora: "Amae Koromo? What kind of person... is she exactly?"

Haramura Nodoka was also very concerned, after all, Amae Koromo was the so-called high school student who could defeat professional players.

Kageyama Sora thought for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "That child, Koromo, is a cute girl."

Chapter 60: Winds and Clouds of the Prefectural Preliminaries

The circular LED screen on the gymnasium dome flickered with a cold blue light, making the faces of the Kiyosumi High School team members appear in alternating light and shadow.

Regarding Kageyama Sora's description of Amae Koromo as a cute girl, the expressions of the Kiyosumi High School members were somewhat subtle.

Although none of them had met Amae Koromo, in their perception, the Amae Koromo who occupied the top of the national tournament leaderboard and was crowned with the title of "Great Demon King" should be an awe-inspiring peak, far removed from the word "cute."

The word "cute" felt like tying cotton candy to a steel cannon; no matter how you looked at it, it didn't fit.

Just as everyone was still immersed in this cognitive conflict, the media discovered Haramura Nodoka and immediately swarmed over.

Seeing this, Kageyama Sora curved his eyes, his hair tips gilded by the backlight: "I'll go find Miyanaga Saki, so you don't end up unable to compete due to a lack of members later."

"Haramura Nodoka! Because of your addition, the once obscure Kiyosumi High School has suddenly become the focus of the tournament!" A reporter squeezed to the front row holding a microphone, the metal casing clinking against the girl's collarbone, "May I ask how far you intend to go in this preliminary round?"

Spotlights gathered into a galaxy on the dome, and the light spots on Haramura Nodoka's eyelashes fell with every blink.

She raised her hand to brush aside her falling pink hair, her exposed pupils shining brilliantly, like tempered glass: "How far... of course... the national championship."

This sentence was like a giant rock thrown into a deep pool, startling the entire venue into an uproar.

Amidst the continuous sound of shutters, some sneered, some whispered, but most were gasping in disbelief.

No one expected that this slender first-year high school girl would dare to make such a bold statement about reaching the top of the nation before the preliminaries had even begun.

But when everyone recalled her record of sweeping through the competition during her middle school years, those doubts vanished like receding tide water, silently disappearing into the sand.

Haramura Nodoka's earlobes flushed a tempting crimson, yet she stubbornly lifted her chin. Her hair tips swayed gently with her breathing, like cherry blossoms fluttering in the wind: "And... I am not alone..."

And the "not alone" that Haramura Nodoka spoke of naturally referred to her companions at Kiyosumi High School... and... Miyanaga Saki, who possessed extraordinary abilities.

At this moment, Miyanaga Saki was like a lost little deer, her white socks rubbing repeatedly against the smooth tiled floor.

The hallway signs flickered overhead, but she only cared about spinning in circles while clutching her participation badge: "Ugh, I'm lost, where is everyone..."

She was preoccupied with finding everyone, completely unaware that the four people walking toward her from the opposite direction were also complaining about their missing teammate.

And this team was no small team, but the favorite to win this preliminary round.

The team of Kageyama Sora's cousin, Ryumonbuchi High School.

In the hallway on the east side of the venue, Ryumonbuchi Toka's patent leather boots ground heavily against the floor tiles, tapping out a restless rhythm in the empty space: "Where on earth did that girl Koromo go! I told her today was very important."

Although she sounded very annoyed, there was no intention of complaining; instead, it carried the unique petulance of a young lady.

Inoue Jun, who looked quite like a boy, loosened her tie with one hand, the metal tie clip flashing a cold light under the lamps: "I set five alarms for her last night..."

The wind from the central air conditioning swept past them, blowing the scattered participation manuals until they rustled, as if echoing this restlessness.

At the same time, the sound of light footsteps came from around the corner.

Miyanaga Saki stumbled into this hallway like a startled rabbit.

Her school uniform skirt was lifted and dropped by the draft, her short brown hair fluttered messily in front of her forehead, and the participation badge in her hand was already crumpled.

When she brushed past the four members of Ryumonbuchi High School, the air suddenly rippled with a subtle tremor, as if an invisible stone had been thrown into a calm lake.

The first to stop was Kunihiro Hajime; the chain around her neck clinked with her movement, and her amber pupils suddenly constricted.

Following closely behind, the other three also turned abruptly, their gazes nailed to Miyanaga Saki's retreating back.

Kunihiro Hajime's fingertips unconsciously rubbed her cufflinks, muttering to herself: "Such a strange feeling, I felt it... the feeling of Koromo."

"How could that be, how could there be someone like Koromo in this world..." Inoue Jun frowned in rebuttal, but before she could finish, she saw Miyanaga Saki slip without warning and fall flat on her face.

The dull thud of her knees hitting the stone floor caused the expressions on the faces of the Ryumonbuchi group to freeze instantly—this made the people from Ryumonbuchi High School, who had just thought she was unique, look a bit dark.

"Kiyosumi High School uniform, is that Haramura Nodoka!?" Someone among them lowered their voice, staring at Miyanaga Saki's uniform with eyes like torches.

Ryumonbuchi Toka, who became reactive at the mere mention of Haramura Nodoka, gestured at her own chest: "No, no, Haramura Nodoka should be the one with... a lot of useless fat around the chest area..."

Just then, Kageyama Sora saw the group from Ryumonbuchi High School and hurriedly walked over: "Did you guys just see a girl with short brown hair wearing a Kiyosumi High School uniform?"

Kageyama Sora stood against the light, his hair tips gilded, a meaningful smile hanging on the corners of his mouth.

Kunihiro Hajime tilted her head and chuckled, the star sticker on her face shining brightly under the light: "Isn't that the one you're talking about... the one who just fell flat on her face here... come to think of it, if you care about her so much, who is she?"

"Miyanaga Saki." Kageyama Sora looked in the direction where Miyanaga Saki had disappeared, his lips curling into a meaningful arc, "She is the interesting person I once told Koromo she might encounter during the tournament."

The next second, the expression on Ryumonbuchi Toka's face, which had just been exaggeratingly and nonsensically describing Haramura Nodoka's bust size, turned serious: "It seems... that feeling just now wasn't an illusion."

Sure enough, Kageyama Sora was once again convinced that there is a certain perception between the strong; just by brushing past one another, one can sense the aura of a powerhouse on the other person.

Kageyama Sora didn't say much more, as the true feeling can only be experienced on the competition stage: "Speaking of which, if Koromo hasn't arrived yet, I'll go back to pick her up."

Upon hearing this, Ryumonbuchi Toka's ahoge swayed: "Didn't you just say you were looking for that Kiyosumi High School girl? Do you have time to go find Koromo now?"

Regarding Ryumonbuchi Toka's obvious sarcasm, Kageyama Sora responded calmly: "These two things don't conflict, do they?"

Having said that, he left without caring about how Ryumonbuchi Toka reacted.

Just as he reached the corner, he saw Saki Miyanaga had already gathered with everyone from Kiyosumi High School, and their club president, Hisa Takei, was giving a pre-match pep talk.

Kageyama Sora naturally didn't interrupt, instead pushing open the Gate of Opening to head back and pick up Amae Koromo: "I hope this girl has already set off, and isn't still sleeping in."

Chapter 61 Waking Amae Koromo Up

Kageyama Sora rushed out of the gymnasium, the metal door hinges letting out a shrill creak that shattered the tranquility outside the venue.

His gaze scanned the parking lot eagerly, quickly locking onto that matte black heavy motorcycle.

The bike's body was sharp and angular, like a beast ready to pounce; it was the vehicle he had prepared for emergencies.

Come to think of it, he had originally intended to ** but because there were too many people and traffic was jammed, he rode the motorcycle instead, which unexpectedly made things more convenient for him.

After all, when traffic is backed up, a motorcycle is much more useful than a car.

The moment he swung onto the motorcycle, Kageyama Sora's slender fingers skillfully twisted the key, and the engine let out a low roar, like the growl of a giant beast waking up.

He slammed down on the throttle, the tires screeching against the ground and kicking up fine gravel as the motorcycle shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

The scenery on both sides of the road retreated rapidly, and the halos of the streetlights turned into flowing ribbons of light in the high-speed dash, blurring the edges of his vision.

Kageyama Sora gripped the handlebars tightly, the wind scraping against his cheeks like a sharp blade, lifting his hair.

But he had no time to care; his mind was filled with the image of Amae Koromo likely still fast asleep, and the anxiety in his heart grew more intense.

He accelerated continuously, the speedometer needle climbing crazily as he swerved left and right on the winding road, weaving flexibly through the traffic.

At every turn, he cornered with precision, the tires rubbing against the ground to create a pungent burnt smell, yet it also showcased his superb riding skills.

Finally, the familiar silhouette of the villa appeared in his field of vision, and Kageyama Sora slammed on the brakes, the motorcycle coming to an abrupt halt in front of the gate.

He tossed off his helmet and strode toward the front door. The villa door wasn't fully closed, revealing a thin gap from which warm yellow light spilled out, casting mottled shadows on the steps.

He pushed the door open gently. Amae Koromo's shoes were still in the entryway, which meant she had indeed overslept; Inoue Jun's five alarm clocks had been of no use.

Walking through the hallway covered in wool carpet, he stopped in front of Amae Koromo's bedroom door. He reached out to knock, but heard faint breathing coming from inside.

Thinking that he had come here specifically to wake her up, Kageyama Sora pushed open the door to Amae Koromo's room directly. The morning light poured in gently through the half-drawn curtains, casting golden shadows on the floor.

The room was filled with a faint scent of cherry blossoms—Amae Koromo's favorite—making the entire space feel exceptionally cozy.

Amae Koromo was curled up on the bed, her waterfall of golden hair scattered casually across the pillow, looking just like a blooming golden flower.

She was wearing a light pink camisole nightgown, the neckline slightly open to reveal fair skin that rose and fell gently with her steady breathing.

Her eyelashes cast faint shadows under her eyelids, and a subtle, elusive smile hung on the corners of her mouth, as if she were immersed in a beautiful dream.

Kageyama Sora stood by the bed, watching her quietly, his gaze filled with doting and helplessness.

He recalled the subtle expressions on the faces of the Kiyosumi High School team members when they heard him describe Amae Koromo as cute, and he couldn't help but smile to himself.

In the eyes of others, Amae Koromo was that high and mighty, arrogant "Great Demon King," but in front of him, she always showed her softest, most adorable side.

"Koromo, it's time to wake up." Kageyama Sora called out softly, his voice so gentle it could melt a heart. He reached out and shook Amae Koromo's shoulder gently—once, twice...

Amae Koromo frowned, muttered a few times, and rolled over to continue sleeping.

Kageyama Sora sighed helplessly and increased the force of his shaking: "Koromo, the match is about to start; if you don't wake up now, it'll be too late."

This time, Amae Koromo finally opened her eyes slowly.

She looked at Kageyama Sora groggily, her eyes still heavy with sleepiness.

Suddenly, the corners of her mouth turned up into a sly smile. She abruptly reached out both hands to wrap them around Kageyama Sora's neck, pulling him toward her.

Caught off guard, Kageyama Sora leaned forward, and their faces were suddenly pressed extremely close.

He could clearly feel Amae Koromo's warm breath spraying onto his face, carrying a hint of sweetness.

Before he could react, Amae Koromo's lips had already covered his, gently biting his lower lip as she began a lingering, passionate kiss.

Amae Koromo's kiss carried the innocence and fervor of a young girl, her hands clutching Kageyama Sora's neck tightly for fear that he might escape.

Kageyama Sora's mind went blank instantly, his heart pounding like a drum.

He wanted to push Amae Koromo away to remind her about the match, but his body wouldn't listen, instead responding to her kiss involuntarily.

After a long while, Amae Koromo finally let go of Kageyama Sora. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous light: "Sora, good morning. Did you like that sweet morning kiss?"

As she spoke, she buried her head back into Kageyama Sora's chest like a spoiled child.

Kageyama Sora took a deep breath, trying hard to get his heartbeat back to normal: "Koromo, stop messing around; it's really going to be too late."

"No, I haven't finished sleeping yet." Amae Koromo held onto Kageyama Sora tightly, refusing to let go, "Sora, stay and sleep with me for a little longer."

"I can't, everyone is waiting for us. Besides, aren't you looking forward to this match too?" Kageyama Sora tried to persuade her.

"But I want to be with you more." Amae Koromo looked up, gazing at Kageyama Sora with a pitiful expression, her eyes filled with reluctance to part.

Kageyama Sora sighed helplessly; he knew that once Amae Koromo started acting spoiled, it was very difficult for him to refuse.

He gently stroked Amae Koromo's hair and said tenderly, "After the match is over, I'll spend plenty of time with you, okay? Right now, we have to head to the venue."

"Then you have to promise me that you'll stay with me the whole time after the match." Amae Koromo extended her pinky finger, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Kageyama Sora smiled and hooked his pinky around hers: "I promise."

Having received a satisfactory answer, Amae Koromo finally let go of his hand reluctantly and sat up from the bed.

She stretched out in a big yawn, her nightgown slipping down to reveal a large expanse of fair skin. Even though they had done much more intimate things, Kageyama Sora's face still turned red involuntarily.

Amae Koromo looked at Kageyama Sora's shy appearance and laughed mischievously: "Cousin Kong, are you blushing?"

"Who's blushing? Hurry up and change your clothes," Kageyama Sora said, pretending to be angry.

"Alright, alright, I'm changing now." Amae Koromo stuck out her tongue and took her standard battle outfit out of the closet.

As she changed, she would occasionally sneak a peek at Kageyama Sora. Kageyama Sora hadn't expected her to change so carelessly, but in the end, he still didn't peek.

It wasn't that he had so much integrity, but rather that he was afraid if he started looking, he wouldn't be able to leave.

Once Amae Koromo finished changing, the two walked out of the room hand in hand.

Afterward, Kageyama Sora helped Amae Koromo onto his heavy motorcycle, and they were off in a flash of sparks and lightning.

He had originally thought Amae Koromo would be scared, but she was incredibly excited instead.

Kageyama Sora looked at her happy expression, and his heart felt warm as well.

He knew that no matter what kind of "Great Demon King" Amae Koromo was in the eyes of others, in his heart, she would always be that cute girl who needed to be cherished.

Chapter 62: It's Just That Her Chest Is A Bit Bigger

Kageyama Sora straddled the matte black heavy motorcycle, its metal body gleaming with a cold light under the sun.

He turned his head to look at Amae Koromo, just about to remind her to hold on tight, when he saw the young girl had already nimbly jumped onto the back seat, her arms wrapping around his waist like vines, her cheek pressed affectionately against his back.