On the streets of New Eridu, inside a dessert shop.
"Chief, this is already the eighteenth melon parfait you've ordered, isn't it?"
Harumasa looked at the glass bowls piled into a small mountain before Hoshimi Miyabi, then at the scant few empty plates in front of himself, his tone carrying a trace of despair.
Since Harumasa had proposed the contest, Miyabi naturally got to decide its content: melon training.
The result went without saying. Harumasa had only eaten seven servings; compared to Miyabi's eighteen, it was a crushing defeat.
Miyabi picked up her nineteenth parfait and, with the solemnity of a tea ceremony, spooned melon and cream into her mouth one bite at a time.
After finishing, she set down her spoon and gently wiped the corner of her mouth.
Miyabi: "Harumasa, you lost."
Harumasa: "I know, I know, Chief. I won't drag you back anymore."
Miyabi: "No, I mean you'll be paying."
Harumasa: "Huh? Why?"
Miyabi: "Because I'm training. I didn't bring any money when I came out."
Harumasa: "But, Chief... I didn't bring any money either! I even tricked Soukaku out of her allowance to buy that ice cream earlier."
"..."
They said silence was the Cambridge of tonight... After the contest, the two of them found themselves in just such a situation, staring at each other in silence.
"How about I pawn the Demon Blade here first?" Miyabi hesitantly offered a solution.
"No, no, no, absolutely not! Chief, even if you dared to pawn it, no one would dare accept it!"
Harumasa hurriedly rejected the suggestion. Then he turned to look at a customer beside them who was playing on her phone, and his eyes lit up.
"Hello, the total is 10,086 Denny. Card or cash?"
"Card."
At the counter, Tsukishiro Yanagi expressionlessly took out her