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15.26% Life As Hikigaya Hachiman / Chapter 89: [89] The Indomitable Busujima Saeko

Capítulo 89: [89] The Indomitable Busujima Saeko

"Um," Shizuka responded with a small sigh upon hearing their words. Her initial inclination was to push back, but she had to remind herself that she was a teacher and couldn't set a poor example in front of her students.

Although she didn't always conform to conventional standards, overall, she was a responsible and caring teacher.

"Well then, I'll take a taxi back, and you can return the key to me," she suggested, extending her graceful hand toward Hachiman.

It was undeniable that Shizuka's hands were quite lovely, with slender fingers and wrists reminiscent of white lotus roots. She could easily pass as a hand model.

However, Hachiman simply slipped the key into the inner pocket of his jacket.

"To eliminate any temptation for you to sneakily take the car, I'll hold onto the key for today. I'll return it to you on Monday when we head to school."

"Nani!…" Shizuka shot him a mildly exasperated look, but she couldn't exactly strip Hachiman of his clothes in public. That would undoubtedly attract attention from passersby.

With no other feasible option, she reluctantly agreed.

"Take good care of that key. If it goes missing, there will be no mercy," Shizuka warned sternly, then hailed a taxi and soon disappeared from view.

With Shizuka gone, Hachiman turned to the girl beside him.

"Shall we, Utaha-senpai? I'll accompany you home, marking the completion of today's final duty."

"Mm, you've been quite the diligent Hachiman," Utaha remarked, flashing a charming smile.

It was now past seven o'clock, and the sky had fully transitioned into night. However, this city showed no signs of winding down with the arrival of darkness.

The streets remained alive with people, and the vibrant neon lights made the night even more vibrant than the day.

Hand in hand, they navigated through the bustling commercial streets and arrived at a relatively tranquil residential area.

A gentle breeze rustled the branches, creating a soothing rustling sound, and the silvery moonlight cast delicate shadows on the ground.

Despite Hachiman holding her hand, Utaha didn't feel particularly bashful at this moment. After all, they had already hugged and even shared intimate moments earlier. Holding hands seemed almost insignificant, especially given today's events.

Her personality leaned more towards rationality compared to younger girls, making her less susceptible to embarrassment in situations like these.

As she gazed at Hachiman's profile beside her, Utaha narrowed her eyes slightly.

Having already acknowledged her feelings, she was determined to plan and take the initiative as soon as possible. She understood that in matters of love, the difference between being proactive and passive was significant.

Love is war.

Furthermore, she seemed to have several competitors. Hachiman had mentioned Yuigahama earlier, and she suspected that she might be one of the two girls who had previously delivered lunch to him.

As thoughts quietly swirled in the young girl's mind, the atmosphere between them grew somewhat tranquil.

Before long, they arrived at a rather elegant two-story standalone house, with the name "Kasumigaoka" displayed on the doorplate.

It appeared to be Utaha's home.

Standing at the doorstep, she reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, her face radiant with a warm smile.

"You've gone to the trouble of escorting me back, Hachiman-kun. Would you like to come in for a while?"

"Today, my mom and dad aren't home," the young girl's tone carried a hint of temptation.

Hachiman couldn't help but be cautious upon hearing her words. After all, their relationship wasn't that familiar yet, and Utaha wasn't the type to be casual about such matters.

So, there had to be some kind of ulterior motive here.

What if her father is overly protective of his daughter and, upon seeing his precious girl bringing a guy home, can't resist rushing in with a knife?

As a precaution, Hachiman decided it was best to tactfully excuse himself.

Even though this was his thought process, he wore a regretful expression.

"Today's not a good day, and Komachi is home alone. I'm a bit concerned, so I should head back."

"Komachi, my little sister."

Hearing his words, Utaha also recalled the Komachi she had met on the day of their contract signing. Since he had put it this way, she couldn't insist on keeping him there.

"If that's the case, I won't detain you any longer. Take care on your way back, Hachiman."

"Alright, Utaha-senpai. Goodbye." He nodded at the young girl and began to walk away.

Observing his figure slowly receding, Utaha also returned to her senses and entered her home.

*Slam!*

The sound of the door closing reverberated, and the street returned to its quiet state. Only the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze interrupted the serenity, creating a feeling of peaceful calm.

........

*Clang—Clang—*

In a spacious dojo, two figures moved gracefully, their wooden swords clashing repeatedly, creating a rhythmic symphony of impacts.

It was Hachiman and Saeko.

Due to the field trip with Utaha the previous day, Hachiman had postponed his kendo practice. With a free weekend ahead, he had decided to come in today, and Saeko, as always, didn't decline the opportunity to spar.

*Clang—*

Once more, Hachiman skillfully blocked the girl's attack and took a step forward, delivering a horizontal swing with his wooden sword.

Saeko responded with agility, raising her wooden sword to intercept the strike. However, the tremendous force behind Hachiman's blow pushed her back by a couple of steps, almost causing her to lose her grip on her wooden sword.

Concerned, Hachiman quickly closed the distance and addressed her.

"Are you alright, Saeko? My apologies for using too much force."

"I'm fine, Hachiman. But your talent is truly exceptional. It's only been a week, and you've already mastered our Busujima style of swordsmanship with such proficiency," Saeko remarked, her eyes reflecting a sense of admiration.

You see, initially, she had practiced diligently for a whole month just to grasp their family's swordsmanship. The rest came from honing her proficiency through relentless practice.

And now, here was Hachiman, who had only been exposed to the Busujima style of swordsmanship for a week, managing to best her, someone who had dedicated many years to mastering it—this talent of his...

"It's primarily because of your excellent teaching, Saeko," Hachiman chuckled when he heard her praise, fully aware of what she was about to say.

Deep down, he understood that he didn't truly possess any inherent talent in swordsmanship. He had simply taken advantage of his "cheat code."

"Let's take a brief break and then resume our practice later."

"Alright."

Saeko agreed and gracefully knelt down.

Hachiman, on the other hand, sat beside her, his posture not as polished as hers.

"Hachiman, are you absolutely certain you won't consider following the path of kendo? Your talent suggests you have a genuine opportunity to aim for the realm of a sword saint, something that hasn't been attained in centuries."

As she gazed at the young man beside her, Saeko hadn't abandoned her hope, her determination evident in her eyes.

"If you're willing, I can..."


Capítulo 90: [90] The Visit from Shizuka Hiratsuka

"If you're willing to commit yourself to kendo, Hachiman," the young girl began, her words trailing off as Hachiman interrupted her.

"I still prefer a carefree life. Kendo is just a hobby for me," he stated firmly.

"But, Hachiman..."

Saeko refused to yield. In her eyes, Hachiman's dedication to kendo was insufficient, limited to just one hour of club practice each day, even with the additional weekend training at her family's dojo.

After all, which kendo master had ever attained such status without relentless, day-and-night practice?

Hachiman's confident smile flashed as he proposed a wager. "Here's the deal, Saeko. Let's make a bet."

He held her gaze, his conviction unwavering. "For one year, if I don't attain the level of a Sword Master, then I'll wholeheartedly dedicate myself to kendo."

Saeko's curiosity ignited upon hearing Hachiman's challenge. Achieving the esteemed status of a Sword Master was an arduous endeavor, representing the pinnacle of the Japanese kendo world.

The few remaining Sword Masters were typically in their fifties or sixties. Even her father, Masao Busujima, had only achieved this status in his late thirties.

In her perspective, even with Hachiman's recent enlightenment, achieving the level of a Sword Master in just one year, no matter how exceptional his talent, seemed like a lofty goal, if not outright impossible. It typically took five or six years of relentless practice to reach that status. Nevertheless, Saeko saw this bet as an opportunity for Hachiman to learn the importance of dedication through eventual failure.

With a bright smile on her face, Saeko made her determination clear. "Then it's settled, Hachiman. If you try to back out later, I won't agree, and I'll drag you back if I have to."

Hachiman couldn't help but wonder if Saeko had a hint of possessiveness about her. "Wow, could you be a potential yandere?" he thought to himself as he observed her smiling face.

Reassured by Hachiman's commitment, Saeko nodded in agreement. "Don't worry, Saeko. A gentleman's word is his bond. If I don't reach the Sword Master in due time, I'll wholeheartedly practice kendo with you," Hachiman declared confidently.

He continued, "But I have faith in myself. Just wait and see in a year; I'll definitely achieve Sword Master status to prove it to you."

Unbeknownst to Saeko, Hachiman had recently experienced a kendo enlightenment and possessed a unique advantage. In his mind, he mused, "Humans do have limits, but cheats don't."

Hachiman's proficiency in the kendo module had indeed reached an impressive 5350 out of 50000. Despite the considerable slowdown in his proficiency gain after his enlightenment, the battles with Kotonoha and Saeko had played a pivotal role. He maintained a steady rate of ten points per hour, accumulating a total of two hundred and forty points in a day. At this pace, even if he did nothing for a year, he could confidently reach Level 5 Kendo, equivalent to the prestigious status of a Sword Master.

("I will bring back these extra points so that his other skills do not remain mediocre.")

This extraordinary advantage filled him with unwavering confidence.

"Alright, then I'll look forward to your journey to becoming a Sword Master," Saeko responded, her heart brimming with hope. The idea that Hachiman might actually achieve Sword Master status in a year challenged her perception of the Japanese kendo world.

Reinvigorated and determined to continue their training, Saeko stood up. Regardless of the outcome of Hachiman's bet, they couldn't afford to neglect their current practice.

Hachiman, showing no signs of fatigue, simply shrugged and got to his feet. If Saeko wished to continue their training, he was more than willing to join her.

Once again, the pair readied their wooden swords, and the familiar sound of clashing wooden blades echoed throughout the spacious kendo dojo.

........

Inside a tastefully adorned apartment, Shizuka reclined on her bed, forming a relaxed "大" (big) shape. It was a rare, unhurried weekend, and her initial plan had been to indulge in a refreshing nap. However, despite her best efforts to find slumber's embrace through tossing and turning, sleep eluded her.

After a moment's contemplation, she resolved to retrieve her car keys. Her Aston Martin held a special place in her heart, and she wanted to ensure its keys remained safe, especially in Hachiman's care.

Sitting up in her bed, she reached for her phone and effortlessly accessed the school's intranet, courtesy of her homeroom teacher privileges. There, she easily located Hachiman's address.

Dressing appropriately for the occasion, Shizuka left her apartment. She hailed a passing taxi and directed the driver toward Hachiman's residence.

Before long, the taxi came to a stop in front of a standalone house adorned with the name "Hikigaya" on the doorplate.

As the car door swung open, the first thing to emerge were a pair of impeccably sculpted legs, followed by a woman with flowing, well-proportioned hair stepping gracefully onto the pavement.

The visitor was none other than Shizuka.

Upon seeing the name on the doorplate, she offered a confirming nod, reassuring herself that she had indeed arrived at the correct destination. Stepping closer to the front door, she extended her hand and pressed the doorbell.

"Ding dong~ Ding dong~"

Inside the snug living room, Komachi was deeply immersed in watching anime when the doorbell's chime disrupted her concentration.

Onii-chan typically didn't return home until late in the afternoon, so why would someone be ringing the doorbell at this hour? Could it be that her parents had returned early from their business trip? No, that didn't add up; they would simply let themselves in. Intrigued, she made her way to the entrance and peered through the peephole.

"Is it someone looking for Onii-chan?" Komachi pondered aloud, considering the possibility that Hachiman, her older brother, might have started attracting visitors lately, possibly as part of his gradual transition into a "normie."

With the door open, Komachi greeted the visitor with a warm smile. "Onee-san, who are you looking for?"

On the other side of the door, Shizuka noticed that the person who had answered wasn't Hachiman but a girl who seemed to be around thirteen or fourteen years old. She paused for a moment before responding, "Is this Hikigaya Hachiman's residence?"

"Yes," Komachi confirmed, her earlier suspicion gaining more traction as she saw Shizuka's interest in her brother.

"But Onii-chan isn't home right now. If you don't mind, Onee-san, you can come in and wait for him."

Hearing Komachi address her as "Onee-san," Shizuka couldn't help but offer a warm smile.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you, little sister."

The two of them entered the living room, where Komachi kindly prepared a cup of tea for Shizuka. Despite being two years younger than Hachiman, she displayed a level of maturity that surpassed his in social graces.

"Onee-san, I'm Komachi Hikigaya. May I ask what brings you to our home?"

Placing the tea in front of Shizuka, Komachi decided to inquire about her purpose for visiting and her connection to Hachiman.

"Thank you."

Accepting the tea, Shizuka gathered her thoughts and began to speak slowly.

"In truth, Hachiman took something very important from me..."


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