Katsuragi Keima's battle of wits in love Chapter 105 105: Wiping Out Kami-nii-sama Along With Him!

Yamauchi Haruki froze. "Wh-what do you an?"

Kiryuin Fuuka ignored him and turned to Katsuragi Keima, a hint of playfulness in her red eyes.

"You probably don't know this, but among the first-year students, there were a few others who tried to cause trouble for Katsuragi—about three or four of them, I think—and they were all laid out flat," Kiryuin Fuuka said with a smile.

Katsuragi Keima said nothing.

This was all a complete misunderstanding. In reality, Ryuen Kakeru's gang had been blasted away by Elsie's magical tools...

And Kiryuin Fuuka happened to witness the aftermath. This led her to believe that Katsuragi Keima possessed imnse physical strength.

"Furthermore, have you forgotten? There was a criminal suspect in the school previously, and he was also defeated by Katsuragi Keima."

Hearing these words, Yamauchi Haruki's face turned from a bruised purple to a deathly pale. He looked at Kiryuin Fuuka, then at Katsuragi Keima; he seed to have been hollowed out of all strength.

"..."

"We what?" Kiryuin Fuuka tilted her head. "Yamauchi-kun, have you mistaken one thing?"

She took a step forward. Yamauchi instinctively took a step back.

"Did you think you were in a one-on-one duel with Katsuragi-kouhai?" Kiryuin Fuuka's tone remained lazy, but every word was like a nail driven into Yamauchi's heart. "You're wrong. You're opposing the person in the entire upperclass who you absolutely shouldn't provoke."

Yamauchi's pupils constricted. "Wh-what?"

"You might not know," Kiryuin Fuuka smiled. "That guy Nagumo is very interested in Katsuragi-kouhai. I am very interested in him as well. And that Horikita Manabu from the Student Council is said to regard him highly."

She paused. "If you touch him, it's the equivalent of offending Nagumo, , and Horikita Manabu all at once. Do you think you can still survive in this school?"

Yamauchi's legs gave out completely. He fell to his knees with a thud.

"I-I was wrong... I was really wrong..." His voice carried a sob.

Kiryuin Fuuka looked down at him, her eyes devoid of sympathy. "Now you know you were wrong? Why didn't you think about the consequences when you made your move just now?"

Yamauchi was speechless. He just knelt there, shaking all over.

Kiryuin Fuuka sighed. "Forget it. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't press it." She waved her hand. "Scram."

Yamauchi Haruki's pathetic, fleeing figure disappeared into the night. Seeing that there was no more excitent to be had, the onlookers also dispersed in small groups.

The night breeze blew, carrying away the tension, as if nothing had just happened. Kiryuin Fuuka retracted her gaze and turned toward Katsuragi Keima. Her red eyes shimred slightly under the streetlights like two expensive rubies. A few strands of her long white hair fluttered against her cheek in the wind.

"Katsuragi-kouhai."

"Mm?"

"Why didn't you dodge just now?"

Katsuragi Keima pushed up his glasses. "It wasn't necessary."

"Not necessary?" Kiryuin Fuuka raised an eyebrow. "If that punch had landed, your face would have been a ss~"

Keima was silent for a second. "He just needed a target to vent on. If he hit , his anger would have dissipated. If he missed, he would hate even more."

Kiryuin Fuuka froze for a mont. Then she laughed. The laughter sounded exceptionally crisp in the quiet night.

"Interesting," she said. "So you didn't dodge on purpose?"

"Purposely, in a sense. I just felt it didn't matter."

"It doesn't matter if you get hit?"

"It doesn't matter if he hits ." Keima's tone was as calm as if he were saying the weather was nice. "A person like him—hitting once won't change anything. That's just how the real world is."

"How interesting," Kiryuin Fuuka said with a smile. She found Katsuragi Keima increasingly fascinating. Furthermore, she believed another reason he didn't dodge was that he didn't view Yamauchi Haruki as a threat at all.

"Just as I thought, the vibe you give off is very similar to Horikita Manabu. Usually quiet, but when you actually move, ordinary people are no match for you."

Keima said nothing.

'Better not... explain.'

"However," Kiryuin Fuuka continued, "the things you said just now actually surprised a bit."

"What things?"

"The things you said to him." Kiryuin Fuuka tilted her head. "About 'hacks,' 'cheating,' and being unable to even beat a Sli in the first level—"

She smiled. "Were you teaching him?"

Keima was silent for a second. "No."

"No?"

"I was just telling him the truth," Keima said. "As for how he interprets it, that's his business. He doesn't interest . I was just making him realize reality; he's as boring as the real world itself."

Kiryuin Fuuka looked at him, a complex light flashing in her red eyes. "You know? You're truly strange."

"Many people say that."

"I know," Kiryuin Fuuka laughed. "But I an a different kind of strange."

She took a step forward and stood side-by-side with him, looking out into the distant night. "When most people encounter sothing like this, they're either angry, terrified, or thinking of ways to retaliate. But you? It's as if nothing matters at all."

She turned her head to look at him. "Do you truly not care, or are you faking it?"

Katsuragi Keima pushed up his glasses. "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I haven't thought about it," he said. "I just feel there's no need to waste emotions on such people. In my eyes, they're just stalks of celery."

"A taphor I've never heard before." After speaking, Kiryuin Fuuka was silent for a few seconds. Then she shook her head slightly. "You..."

She didn't finish. This person was truly different from everyone else. Not because of his grades or his gaming skills. But because within his heart, there was a domain that no one could touch. Only he and his gas existed there.

But perhaps that was exactly why she felt curious about him. Katsuragi Keima was always being himself. That was what Kiryuin Fuuka wanted as well. Despite being born into a prestigious family, she didn't want to be bound by them. Her idea was to graduate with exactly 50% grades and find a job at so random small company.

"Senpai." Keima suddenly spoke.

"Mm?"

"Thank you."

"You're welco~" She smiled. "But rember, you owe a favor~"

"Understood."

"Good then~" Kiryuin Fuuka turned. "I really have to go buy things now. The convenience store will close if I don't hurry." She waved her hand, walking toward the comrcial district. After a few steps, she stopped and turned her head. "By the way, Katsuragi-kouhai."

"Mm?"

"Next ti sothing like this happens, rember to call ." She smiled. "I love watching a spectacle more than anything."

Then she turned and left, her long white hair drawing a graceful arc under the streetlights as she quickly disappeared into the night.

Katsuragi Keima stood in place, looking in the direction she had vanished. He was silent for a few seconds. Then he lowered his head and continued playing his ga. As if nothing had just happened.

In the shadows not far away, a few onlookers hadn't completely dispersed, whispering among themselves.

"That Yamauchi... is he crazy?"

"He actually dared to attack Katsuragi?"

"Kiryuin-senpai actually stood up for him..."

"What's their relationship?"

"Who knows..."

"But Kiryuin-senpai is so cool... catching Yamauchi's hand like that..."

"And she seems very familiar with Katsuragi..."

The murmurs gradually faded. Students left one by one, leaving only the streetlights standing silently, illuminating the empty road. Katsuragi Keima put away his handheld, preparing to continue to the convenience store.

Just then—

"Kami-nii-sama!"

A familiar voice ca from behind. Keima stopped but didn't turn around. Elsie crawled out from behind a nearby bush, a few leaves still stuck in her hair, an awkward smile on her face.

"Nii-sama... good evening..."

Keima turned around to look at her. "You were here the whole ti?"

"Yes..."

"Since when?"

"..." Elsie's voice grew smaller and smaller.

Keima was silent for a second. "Why didn't you co out?"

Elsie lowered her head, her hands wringing together nervously. "I was already aiming from the side!"

"Aiming?"

"That's right!" Elsie brandished the broom in her hand. "I was ready to fire at any mont! If Yamauchi dared to make a dangerous move against Kami-nii-sama, I would have blasted him away! I could have leveled this entire ten-ter area!"

"Wait a minute. Within a ten-ter radius—wouldn't I have been blasted away too?"

"Hiss... it seems so!" Elsie froze, blinking her eyes. Her expression slowly shifted from "I'm amazing" to "Oops, I think I ssed up." But she wasn't afraid; instead, she tilted her head and began thinking seriously.

"Hmm... let calculate..." She held up two fingers, gesturing in the air. "Kami-nii-sama was standing here, Yamauchi was standing there, and I was hiding behind the bushes... the distance was roughly... eight ters? Or nine?"

Katsuragi Keima pushed up his glasses. "Is it possible that when you hit Yamauchi, I—standing right next to him—would also be caught in the blast?"

"Likely, it's likely!"

"Likely?"

"Mm! Likely!" Elsie said righteously. "And with Kami-nii-sama's reflexes, you would definitely have hit the dirt in ti!"

Keima looked at her. "So your plan was to blast away first, then blast Yamauchi away?"

"No, no, no!" Elsie waved her hands hurriedly. "How could I blast Kami-nii-sama away! I would definitely fire under the premise of Kami-nii-sama's safety!"

"But you just said I was on the edge of the explosion zone."

"That's why I said 'likely'... hehe!" Elsie's voice grew smaller, but she still wasn't afraid; rather, she had a serious expression of "I'm trying to find a solution."

Keima sighed. "Hehe your head! How did you plan to ensure my safety then?"

Elsie's eyes lit up. "That's easy! I could first shout 'Kami-nii-sama, get down!!' and then fire the cannon!"

"...You think Yamauchi would wait for you to finish shouting before making his move?"

"Ah..." Elsie fell back into deep thought.

Watching her look of intense concentration, Keima suddenly found it a bit funny. "Forget it," he said. "You were right not to fire."

"Right, right!" Elsie imdiately beca smug again. "I knew I was right! I was waiting for the optimal mont!"

"...Didn't you just say you were going to shout for to get down first?"

"That was the first step of the optimal mont!" Elsie said with conviction. "The second step was waiting for Kami-nii-sama to get down properly, the third step was aiming, the fourth step was firing, the fifth step was..."

"What was the fifth step?"

"The fifth step was... digging Kami-nii-sama out of the ruins?"

Katsuragi Keima pushed up his glasses and made a sarcastic remark. "Sounds like a very thorough plan."

"Right! I thought about it for a long ti!" Elsie completely missed the sarcasm in Keima's tone, becoming even more proud. "Even though it wasn't used in the end, my preparations were very sufficient!"

"You're actually getting smug now? To think you actually considered firing a cannon in school! Do you want to be on the social news?!"

"Waaaaah, I was doing it for Kami-nii-sama's own good!"

Looking at Elsie's pathetic expression, Keima sighed helplessly. "Forget it, let's go." He turned and continued walking.

"Eh? Where to?"

"The convenience store. I'm playing gas all night, I need to buy so food."

"Oh, oh, oh! Wait for !" Elsie hurried to catch up, but stopped again after two steps. "Right, right! Kami-nii-sama!"

"Mm?"

"I actually have a Plan B!"

"What Plan B?"

Elsie pulled a round object from her pocket that shimred with an eerie light under the streetlamps. "This is a creature from my hell! It's called an Explosive Dango! When thrown, it emits an intense burst of light that temporarily blinds the enemy!"

Katsuragi Keima looked at the object. "Are you sure that isn't a bomb?"

"Positive! I've tested it! Because you can actually eat this!" Elsie said proudly. "Although it blew up the kitchen during the last test, that was because I threw it at the wrong angle, not a problem with the dango itself!"

Keima was silent for a second. "You just said it blew up the kitchen?"

"Uh... a little bit... just a little..." Elsie gestured a tiny gap with her thumb and index finger. "The walls just turned black, really just a little!"

Keima looked at her, feeling his heart skip a beat. Fortunately, every dorm room had its own independent kitchen, otherwise, it would have surely drawn the school's attention!

Elsie felt a bit guilty under his gaze, but she didn't show fear, instead puffing out her chest. "But I've improved it! This ti it definitely won't explode!"

"You said that last ti too."

"This ti is really different!" Elsie vowed.

"Are you sure?"

"Actually, I'm not very sure either."

"..."

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