Yuigahama...
She had to be one of the two girls who had given Hachiman a lunchbox.
Utaha held onto that name in her mind as she continued to converse.
"Hachiman-kun was a tremendous help to me in my writing."
"Well, yeah, I suppose..."
As a fan of Sword Art Online, Shizuka knew how immensely popular this novel was. The ubiquitous advertisements were a testament to the book's sizzling success.
Shizuka propped her face up with one hand and rhythmically tapped the desk with the other. Her porcelain skin radiated beautifully under the lighting.
"As a light novel, this kid has certainly hit it big, I'd say."
Selling 200,000 copies per volume was no small feat. Hachiman had already raked in around 20 million yen, rivaling the annual profits of some small companies.
"In that case, I'll allow you to treat me today," Shizuka said with a chuckle, then ordered two more dishes from the owner.
"Hey, wait a minute, you're my teacher, right? Shouldn't you be treating me?"
Witnessing her attitude, Hachiman couldn't help but retort.
"Hahaha, when someone's as wealthy as you, it's everyone's duty to give them a friendly tap on the wallet," Shizuka laughed and patted his shoulder.
Upon hearing her words, Hachiman furrowed his brow.
"Speaking of money, I can't compete with you. That Aston Martin parked outside is quite the evidence," Hachiman mused.
Although he didn't particularly mind the pocket change, it did feel a bit odd for a teacher to have their students foot the bill.
Soon, the dishes ordered by the three were placed on their table by the owner. Shizuka poured a glass of sake, nibbled on an appetizer, then downed the sake in one gulp, releasing a satisfied sigh.
"Hah, Hachiman, your second and third volumes are hitting the shelves tomorrow. How are you feeling? Any confidence?"
Watching her drink so freely, Hachiman couldn't help but be entertained.
Indeed, she and Sonoko were best friends, and their drinking habits were eerily identical.
Upon hearing Shizuka's inquiry, Hachiman paused his meal and answered nonchalantly.
"I do have some confidence. It wouldn't be fair to Kadokawa's marketing efforts otherwise. For this combined edition of volumes two and three, I estimate the conservative sales to exceed 200,000 copies."
Hachiman stated this as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Seeing his unwavering confidence, Utaha couldn't help but envy him. She wondered when she'd achieve such sales herself. Despite her confidence in her own work, reality had dealt a harsh blow to the young writer.
As if he could read her thoughts, Hachiman smiled at her and reassured, "Don't worry, Utaha-senpai, your writing is excellent. Just put some effort into the plot, and the sales will definitely rise."
Hearing his comforting words, Utaha brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled.
"Then, if I ever have any plot-related questions in the future, I'll have to rely on you, Hachiman."
"Haha, of course, that's no problem at all. If I can assist Senpai, I won't hesitate," Hachiman chuckled.
Helping once is still helping, helping twice is still helping, and it might even earn him some favorability points. So, why not do it?
However, Shizuka looked at Utaha with curiosity.
Despite being known as a matchmaking saint, she was a woman herself, and as they say, women understand women best.
She couldn't help but sense that Utaha seemed to have other thoughts.
But then she remembered the rumors about the girl at school, and Shizuka shook her head.
After all, Utaha had the reputation of being the "Attainable Flower" at school and tended to look down on all the boys. How could she possibly be interested in someone like Hachiman?
While Hachiman was certainly above average in looks, he wasn't the type to be drop-dead handsome. Among the boys pursuing Utaha, there were undoubtedly more attractive options.
Perhaps she had overthought the situation.
Ignoring those uncertain thoughts, Shizuka turned her attention back to Hachiman. "Earning 20 million yen in royalties from selling 200,000 copies must feel pretty nice. How does it feel to be on your way to becoming wealthy?" She finished with a hearty laugh and gave his back a friendly pat.
"Cough, cough."
Startled by her sudden pat, Hachiman nearly choked on his drink. He took a sip of water and shook his head, displaying a hint of helplessness.
"What kind of rich person am I? I can't even afford to buy a decent house with the money I've earned."
Although Chiba's property prices weren't exorbitant, purchasing a nice home still required around 60 to 70 million yen, more than he currently had. Despite making around 10 million yen through his stock trading module, Hachiman knew he needed to amass more capital.
Observing his dissatisfaction, Shizuka and Utaha exchanged a resigned glance.
"Remember, an average company employee makes just over 200,000 yen a month. Even as a teacher, I earn less than 500,000 yen a month," Shizuka explained.
"Making this much in less than a month should be quite satisfactory for you," Utaha chimed in.
"You should appreciate what you have," they both said in unison.
While it was true that he earned more compared to an average company employee, Hachiman still felt far from his ultimate financial goal. His aspiration was to invest in several major companies, and to do that, he needed to amass at least hundreds of millions of US dollars, or over ten billion yen, to be taken seriously by those companies. He was still a long way from that figure.
Time passed, and soon, the three of them completed their dinner. As they exited the izakaya, Shizuka made her way toward her beloved car.
"Haha, now that we've had our fill, I'll be heading off," she said with a contented smile, having enjoyed a complimentary dinner.
However, just as Shizuka was about to step into her car, a hand intercepted her path.
"Shizuka-sensei, you've just had a drink; it's not safe to drive," Hachiman calmly remarked, gently taking the car keys from her hand.
"That's right, Hiratsuka-sensei, you've just had a drink; you should take a taxi," Utaha chimed in.
They were well aware of the severe consequences of drunk driving in Japan. It wasn't merely a traffic violation but also considered a criminal offense. Japan imposed stringent penalties for drunk driving, often resulting in five or more years of imprisonment along with substantial fines.
Furthermore, even passengers in the vehicle could face repercussions, and in extreme cases, the establishment that served the alcohol could also be held accountable.
"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..."
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