As Star Breathing and Insect Breathing shone together, the scrolling comments before Haruto's eyes paused, then exploded in a flood.
[???]
[Sumimasen? What does this mean?]
[Thanks for the incoming serving of lovey-dovey sweetness. I won't go hungry after Singles' Day.]
[So that's where Meal Hashira Bro gets his move names. He just takes Shinobu's and uses them.]
[I object to this marriage! Shinobu is mine!]
[They're a talented, beautiful, destined pair. Who are you, you freak, to object?]
[Hehehe... my wife Shinobu... hehehe... my little husband...]
[Please let me join! I'm not here to break this family apart. I'm here to join it!]
[What's the problem? Exactly, one's my wife and one's my husband. One husband and one wife-perfectly reasonable!]
[So that's what monogamy means!]
[Enterprise-level comprehension.]
[Help! I came here to have a laugh, not to be made a joke of! Why are you suddenly shoving romance down my throat?]
Haruto landed gracefully, the massive demon's body crumbling to pieces behind him.
Under Inosuke's "intelligent gaze," Haruto stared in one direction for several seconds, then bent over and coughed hard.
What kind of freaks are posting these comments...?
Could you at least put your underwear back on properly?
He flicked the Nichirin Blade in his hand, sheathed it, and turned around, looking at Inosuke warmly.
Once his show of prowess had reached its peak, he extended an olive branch to the boar-headed boy. "So, Inosuke Hashibira, would you like to become my Tsuguko?"
"..."
"..."
Haruto and the Wild Boar's Head Mask stared at each other with wide eyes.
Hurry up and answer! You're making me look bad!
After a moment of silence, Inosuke stuck his little finger inside his mask and scratched his scalp. "...What's a Tsuguko?"
"Huh?" Haruto hadn't expected that to be the stumbling block.