"I understand all that, but why are you following us?"
Seeing Jenny enter the same clothing store as them, Rhode could not help wanting to pull out an Explosive Magic Crystal again.
A stalker—blowing her up a little should be fine, right?
It was very much not fine. Mira pressed down on Rhode's backpack to keep him from actually doing it.
"Jenny, are you here to buy clothes too?"
Jenny did not hide it at all. "No, I came specifically to find you."
Mira asked, "Is there something else?"
"Of course, to settle this once and for all!" Jenny said. "Even if we couldn't compete at the anniversary celebration, I'll defeat you in private!"
Rhode looked around. Quite a few people had started watching them. There was nothing private about this.
"Since you're this determined, I suppose I can't keep refusing." Somehow, Mira's fighting spirit had been stirred. "What are we competing in?"
"We'll pick outfits from this store, put them together, and have an impartial judge decide the winner." Jenny pointed at Rhode confidently. "To make sure you accept the result, he'll be the judge!"
"Me?" Rhode froze for a moment.
He had no idea why they had suddenly decided to compete, but he decisively grabbed Mira's wrist and raised her hand.
"The winner is Mirajane! All right, we're done. The loser may leave."
Jenny exploded. "It hasn't even started yet!"
Mira snickered.
Jenny took a deep breath to calm herself. "Even if he's the judge, it doesn't mean whatever he says goes... Do you understand what I mean, Mirajane?"
"How cunning. But I accept. I'm looking forward to seeing your face when you lose." Mira met Jenny's gaze, and sparks seemed to crackle between them.
Jenny brushed back her hair. "Then, Mr. Judge, please choose the theme."
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