The Heroines Want to Fall in Love 95
by TINY FAN FICTIONThe Heroines Want to Fall in Love 95
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 95 The Tanabata Festival
After the club activities were banned,
Asakura Yuu was just going back and forth between school and home.
The members of the “popular” group had reduced their social activities, and they probably wouldn’t recover until the summer break in mid-July.
Today was July 4th.
After the rainy season had ended, the temperature had risen suddenly, catching everyone off guard.
The boys were so hot that they wished they could come to class shirtless, and they would run to the classroom in the morning, only to breathe a sigh of relief and collapse onto their desks, enjoying the air conditioning.
The girls were different, though – most of them would carry a long-sleeved garment in their bags, and when they got cold in class, they would put it on and tuck their hands into the sleeves, looking adorable.
It seemed that girls were more afraid of the cold than the heat?
But in the winter, they loved wearing short skirts… it was just a contradictory combination.
Morning.
In Shizuka Hiratsuka’s Japanese class.
Asakura Yuu stared blankly at the blackboard.
Yesterday, before bed, Isshiki Iroha had told him that they would go to the Tanabata Festival together in 3 days, which sounded romantic, with its flower cars and fireworks, and was something that high school couples should do… but…
“We’ve already broken up, so is it really okay to do something like that?”
That was true.
The stalker had given up on following him after Asakura Yuu had given him a piece of his mind, and had seemingly reformed… or was just preparing for something bigger?
Asakura Yuu had no idea, but at least the incident had ended.
However, based on his past experiences with Koyomi, Asakura Yuu felt that this matter wouldn’t be so simple to resolve.
Because the points that symbolized the end of the flag event hadn’t been credited yet…
Just thinking about points made Asakura Yuu’s head hurt.
“This month’s item list… I don’t want to give up on it.”
This month’s item list:
Music: Beginner’s Bass (Basic Skill), Price: 5000
Life: Master of Flower Arrangement (Intermediate Skill), Price: 5000
Combat: Super Speed Recovery (Advanced Skill), Price: 30000
Medical: Mastery of Circumcision (Basic Skill), Price: 5000
Special Skill: Time Stop (High-Risk Superpower), Price: 100000
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[Point Balance: 128304]
“I regret buying that pleasure amplifier now,” Asakura Yuu thought.
Compared to Time Stop, that superpower that made beautiful girls climax in an instant was a complete waste of points!
From a practical perspective, being killed by Time Stop several dozen times would be better.
Super Speed Recovery looked pretty strong, too, reminding Asakura Yuu of Wolverine from the X-Men comics… 30,000 points might not be enough to reach that level, but it was still a good deal.
“I need to boost my relationships with the beauties and earn some points during summer break.”
The problem was, he didn’t have many opportunities to interact with girls during summer break, aside from Momo-sama, and maybe Yumiko and Yui.
During lunch break, Asakura Yuu took out his phone to check the details of the Tanabata festival.
The location was a large shrine in Chiba, and it seemed like there would be a lot of people… In Japan, there were festivals and fairs every day in July and August, and you could see fireworks anywhere.
The so-called memorable Tanabata festival was also commercialized… and expensive, with those entertainment facilities making a huge profit.
It was just a way to swindle kids and foolish couples out of their money, and Asakura Yuu didn’t think he’d fall for it, but who could have predicted that he’d receive an invitation from a younger schoolmate this year.
“What are you looking at?”
“Committee Chair? Do you need something from me?”
Asakura Yuu looked at the girl with braids and glasses walking towards him.
“Here, thanks for lending me your notes.”
“No problem.”
“About this festival…”
“What’s up? Are you going, Committee Chair? Got a boyfriend?”
“No way… I just wanted to remind you to be careful not to lose your companion in the crowd.”
“Okay, thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
With that, the Committee Chair left.
Asakura Yuu put away his phone and gazed out the window…
A crow in the corner of the room was stretching its body, letting out a hoarse “caw”.
…………
“Shut up, you’re being too loud!”
Near Inage Station, in a corner of Chiba Prefectural Chiba West High School.
Outside the kendo club room, a bald-headed boy with bandages wrapped around his body yelled at the crow perched on the edge of the roof.
‘Damn it, bad luck.’
Crows symbolized death and were known as messengers of mourning; was it trying to curse him?
Just thinking about it made Uesugi Fuutaro swallow hard and break out in a cold sweat.
He quickly shook his head.
And walked into the kendo club room.
As soon as he entered, a strong smell of sweat hit his nostrils, even more pungent than the football club…
The football coach called sweat the symbol of hard work, but here, the sound of “Haaa!” accompanied the kendo members as they practiced their swings.
“Excuse me, is Club President Kikuchi around?” He unconsciously lowered his voice.
A nearby kendo member, who was resting, replied, “He’s in the separate room inside; you can go straight in.”
“A separate room?” Uesugi Fuutaro’s voice trembled, a far cry from his boldness on the football field.
Being told to meet the “demon king” face-to-face was like being sent to his death.
I almost died from Asakura Yuu’s breathing techniques the other day, and it took me forever to recover.
Now I have to face another one?
Bullied by students from another school, and he wouldn’t even ask for help… Shinobu swallowed his anger, he just couldn’t accept it.
The arrogant words he said to Hayato Hayama before the match were slapped in his face half an hour later.
How could he even stay on the soccer team?
Seiho valued strength above all else, and rumors had already started circulating, saying he was scared out of his wits and no longer deserved to be the soccer team captain.
This match, he had to win it back.
Taking heavy steps, Uesugi Fuutaro knocked on the sliding door of the dojo inside.
“Kikuchi-senpai.”
“Come in.”
Pushing open the door.
Uesugi took 2 steps back, closed the door, and then observed the interior… There was nothing unnecessary on the floor, only the brown tatami mats and a set of swords placed under a hanging scroll.
And the person he had come to look for was in a state of closed-eye meditation.
Kikuchi Yo opened his eyes and glanced at him: “Instead of studying hard for the final exams, what are you doing here?”
“Hmph… I’m going to Iku University, which specializes in physical education, so grades don’t matter.” Uesugi Fuutaro chuckled awkwardly and sat down beside him.
“You’re not good at academics, and you’re not good at martial arts?”
“The last match was supposed to be a sure win, but unfortunately, the weather wasn’t on our side…”
“3:2… Seiho’s soccer team, which practices every day, reached the top 8 in the national tournament last year, but they barely managed to win against Soubu High School.” Kikuchi Yo scoffed.
“If it wasn’t for that…”
“Cut the excuses, you’re like a background character in a historical drama who gets killed by a swordsman in a single scene, it’s embarrassing.”
“…Uh.”
A background character?
I got hit once and I didn’t die.
“So, what’s up?”
“There’s a swordsman at Soubu High School who can breathe… His name is Asakura Yuu, do you know him?”
“Asakura Yuu?! Are you sure!?” Kikuchi Yo’s originally calm expression could no longer be maintained.
“Yes, yes…the students over there called him that.”
“He is not…” Kikuchi Yo whispered to himself: “Returned? I didn’t see him in the high school swordsman competition last year… Kamiya is the only successor of the contemporary life, and I can’t read the list of participants wrong. Non-swordsmen cannot use breathing methods at will in daily life according to regulations.”
”Minister Kikuchi? Are you listening?”
“You want me to help you get back? But as the end of the term approaches, the students of Soubu High School have no reason to accept my challenge…”
Kikuchi looked directly at the blade in front of him.
He could only call it a challenge, because even if that person had neglected their sword skills for a year, they still weren’t someone he could defeat.
“It’s okay, I’ll get someone to lure him out and create an opportunity for you to take him on one-on-one…”
“Where?”
“I’ve already looked into his movements…”
Uesugi Fuutaro’s expression turned sinister: “The Tanabata festival 3 days from now, where there will likely be thousands of onlookers.”
They would use this grand occasion to utterly humiliate him!
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