manga artist Kirito

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Kiritani isn't interested in small breasts, and when he does talk about small breasts, he always says "flat-chested".

"There's nothing wrong with that, at least you can inherit superpowers."

He squinted, "Someone as capable as Yang Nai would be a pretty good match, wouldn't he? — He might not even have to be a stay-at-home husband."

"Signs of infidelity?"

The thick, unusual ahoge (cowlick) on his head swayed slightly, and Hachiman felt he had discovered something extraordinary.

"You're so kind, Kiritani-kun!"

“I can’t get along with Lucifer’s followers.”

Glancing at Totsuka Saika, who was sweating profusely, Kiritani-san clearly saw the rose-colored background, and... she's so cute! — She's just as cute as me!

"Xiaoqi, over here... Hey, it's the long-haired girl from the next club!"

In the distance, three times the size of the dumpling came running towards them carrying a drink. With each step, the dumpling could be seen shaking violently.

I'm talking about the fluffy one on Yuihama's head. If it were the two chubby ones on her chest... what if she gets dizzy from milk?

Kiritani-san replied indifferently, "It's not long hair, it's Kiritani!"

"Ah! It's Kiritani-kun. I'm Yui Yuigahama, a member of the Service Club next to the Manga Club. I'm your senior."

She grinned foolishly, scratching the back of her head with one hand, her expression slightly proud.

...By the way, you've appeared before, so why do you introduce yourself right away when we meet?

Kiritani blinked. This little dumpling has probably been reset, but seriously, do you really want people to call you "senpai"?

Senior Tuanzi... is she alright?

She's not much worse than that greasy senior sister.

"Want some water?"

She was carrying a plastic bag containing a can of coffee and a can of black tea, clearly for herself and Hachiman.

I'm a little curious, if this little dumpling reaches out and takes the black tea at this moment, won't it feel awkward?

"No need, I came to watch the tennis and also to ask when Hachiman is getting married..."

"Eek!! Marry...marry...marry into marriage?!"

Her face was filled with shock, then she quickly waved her hands, saying incredulously, "Marriage is way too early! We're still high school students... Ah! No, how could Xiaoqi possibly have a marriage partner? She'd definitely end up alone forever! Aha, ahahahaha..."

"..."

Impressive! You thought of yourself first, then realized it wasn't appropriate, so you changed your mind? You're definitely a fangirl with a dark side, aren't you?

It seems that my previous belief that Yui was Yukino's lifelong nemesis was entirely correct!

"Huh? Growing old alone is going too far, isn't it?"

Hachiman pouted in dissatisfaction, "No matter what, I still have Komachi. If we're abroad, it's fine even if we're siblings."

"Huh! Komachi? As expected, it seems that Xiaoqi is destined to never get married, so she set her sights on her younger sister from the start. I can't believe it!"

(Honestly, it feels so good to automatically imagine Asuka's voice when I hear those four words.)

Looking at this little dumpling, Kiritani-san's lips twitched slightly. The Yuki-onna's opponent is quite strong.

"There's not much time left in PE class, wanna have a couple more rounds?"

"No way, only an idiot would play tennis with you."

He still remembered that the last time they played tennis together, this guy said that having only one racket wasn't convenient, so he took two... and then, it seemed like someone got hit and sent flying.

"Don't worry, I'm injured now."

Pulling down his left sleeve to reveal his bandaged left hand, Kiritani gave him a weak look, saying, "I definitely can't beat you."

At the same time, the email notification bell rang, immediately making Kiritani raise his eyebrows. What? This is the third email today? Is something wrong with him?

"No way! I hate tennis right now!"

"Tch, weakling!"

"You can go find Ryunosuke, he's nearby. I just saw him walk over there with a tomato and eat it."

"That's it..."

Kiritani paused for two seconds, then raised his hand and patted Hachiman on the shoulder. "Ryunosuke eating tomatoes can be considered a cute point, Hachiman, why don't you try eating salted fish? Ah, the fresh kind is fine too, since your dead fish eyes aren't fresh enough anymore."

Hachiman's face remained indifferent. "If you're not going to bite, get out!"

"Oh right, right!"

As if remembering something, the pouting Yui standing to the side suddenly looked enlightened. She looked at Kiritani-san and said, "I just saw Hiratsuka-sensei and that... student council president looking for you! And Hiratsuka-sensei seemed really angry... no, and Sawamura-kun, your manga club president."

"very angry?"

Kiritani-san opened his mouth slightly, wondering if he had done something heinous again.

Or perhaps, Jing'er is in heat?

P.S.: It seems like I said a long time ago that Kirito would probably write a million words... and now that it's already a million, I realize... it might take a long time to finish.

By the way, I have a wild idea: the Medicine King could sell bento boxes (I've got my eye on the blonde girl with glasses).

453

[NO.448 Slow Down or You'll Die]

The school festival is still not that far away. Although it's over, there's no way school life will return to normal—who knows if this school is even a proper place to teach?

Not long after the school festival ended, the sports festival came, followed by various other activities such as school trips (I don't know if there are school trips for first-year high school students, since the protagonists in most novels are second-year students, but since I said there are, then there must be). Kirigaya Kazuto wanted to study hard, but the school wouldn't give him the opportunity, especially after he made a big splash at the school festival. His classmates, including the upperclassmen, started looking at him strangely.

Regardless of the final program at the closing ceremony, the first-ever love story, not to mention the news that he handled most of the school festival affairs and the rumors circulating in private that Kiritani-san actually dared to hit even the upperclassmen despite his seemingly gentle and weak appearance. The label of being gentle and cute on the surface but actually extremely irritable made them give Kiritani-san a special label - "Don't mess with him!"

The student council president could only assist him. Hayama, a second-year student, was defeated in one move, and it was the kind of fight that started at the slightest disagreement. Although such things were widely circulated in private, Kiritani-san was still unexpectedly popular, especially after he defeated the entire popular group.

"Excuse my bluntness, but when I was nine years old, I could take on six guys like you!"

When Kirigaya-san took down the remaining three members of the "normie group," he uttered these words expressionlessly. And it was true. After all, when he was nine years old, he could overpower Kenshin, Mikasa, and Suguha. Each of them could easily defeat three weaklings of this caliber—mere ordinary high school students who had never even been protagonists yet dared to act tough.

He was enjoying lunch in the club, a hint of resentment on his pretty face. In the past, he would have been able to enjoy a more comfortable lap pillow after lunch. Of course, lunch break was for resting, to hell with drawing! But now, a new member had joined the manga club, and in this club where the number of people had been increasing without him noticing, he was chatting and laughing with the manga club president and the girls who were good at the same field.

Of course, Shino-san is under immense pressure right now. When she knocked on the door of the manga club, the gazes she received were filled with malice. Although they were chatting and laughing, the words of everyone in the manga club carried some ambiguous and profound meanings, which made her quite flustered. However, when she asked Kiritani-san for help, he didn't even raise his head—that's too much!

Although that's what they say, in reality, it's already quite good that Asuna and the others can restrain themselves from first putting Sinon in a sack and then dragging her to a corner to beat her up. As for Kiritani, he admits that not only does he not want to save her, but he also has the urge to help beat her up—cough, but some things can't be done casually, at least in front of the girls, he still has to maintain a well-behaved attitude.

If I really can't stand it, I'll just throw her out the window; it's only the third floor anyway.

- bang bang!

Hearing the knock, Kiritani looked up indifferently and gestured for the chatting girls to stop. "Come in!"

"This is the manga club, right?"

The door was opened, and standing in front of it was the student council president, Shiro Kakeru. The somewhat naive senior glanced over the girls present before finally settling on Kiritani-san, who was eating her bento with her head down. A slight smile appeared on her lips. "Although the time seems a bit off, this is definitely the manga club."

"This is the manga club, but the person you're looking for isn't here."

Without looking up, Kiritani pointed to the door with his chopsticks. "I'm Kurogiri Shido. I'm temporarily filling in for Kiritani Kazuto at class today. You can go back now, and please close the door behind you."

If I make a quick connection to something at school that might be causing trouble for the student council president, I can tell without even thinking that it's the sports festival. And the fact that they found this place is definitely because Kiritani-san stole the show at the last school festival and demonstrated exceptional competence, which made the student council president want to outsource his work—well, the idea is indeed wonderful, but I refuse!

After all, not many people like trouble coming their way, especially trouble that is thankless and exhausting. Besides, Kiritani-san wasn't particularly interested in the sports festival in the first place.

"Well then, Kurogiri-kun, Hiratsuka-sensei sent you an email about the sports festival, but you didn't reply, so she sent me here in person..."

Shiro Kaijun casually addressed Kiritani-san by his self-reference, without feeling awkward. After all, he had dealt with Kiritani-san before. According to Hiratsuka-sensei, this guy's personality was the kind that was really eccentric. Most of the time, as long as you followed his way of speaking, you could achieve your goal. So, Shiro Kaijun still had a big smile on his face.

"Furthermore, Professor Hiratsuka asked me to tell you that if you don't go, your leave will not be approved."

With a smile, she walked up to Kiritani-san, looked at Kiritani-kun's increasingly wooden face, and leaned forward slightly to smile, "So, I'm leaving it to you, Kurogiri Shido!"

...This feels so familiar!

Kiritani-chan suddenly looked up and remembered a guy who refused to call me by my real name and insisted on calling me Shido... Who was it again?

He raised his bandaged left hand. "I'm wounded!"

By the way, I did receive an email during PE class, but I thought it was from Watermelon or Strawberry, so I was too lazy to check it. I didn't expect it to be from Jing Ke'ai—is this girl crazy? Sending emails to students in class, trying to drive them crazy?

"Damn it! Shido-kun only needs to use his brain, and Shido-kun is very good at that, right!"

She leaned forward slightly, her smile became even sweeter, and her gaze softened.

Beside her, Shino's expression changed drastically. Asuna narrowed her eyes and gripped the object in her hand even tighter. Shino endured the pain, feeling as if Asuna was about to crush her hand bones.

Alice lowered her head silently, then saw the wooden sword she had brought in the corner. She released her grip on Shino's thigh and silently got up and walked to the corner.

Shiina Mashiro silently glanced at the coffee can that Kasumigaoka Utaha had almost crushed, then reached out to take it...

"As expected, apart from our two clubs, there isn't a single brainless person in this school."

Kiritani glanced at the bento she had only eaten a little of and asked indifferently, "Going now?"

"If possible, now would be the best time."

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[NO.449 I really want to buy it!]

"Kurotou-san, is this really okay?"

“It may seem rude to you, but I don’t care what others think.”

If you're so great, then don't bother me!

Kiritani-chan, carrying her bento box and with dead fish eyes, followed behind the castle patrol. They were on their way to some kind of sports festival meeting, which would probably be a meeting for the representatives from each class, and then, like a school festival, they would elect a sports festival representative, and then make various assignments.

"By the way, Kurogiri-san, regarding the sports festival, the class representative hasn't actually made a decision yet..."

She turned around, her innocent expression and crystal-clear eyes fixed on those dead fish eyes, "Kurotou-kun's performance at the school festival was so reliable, if possible, could you please..."

"No, I refuse!"

The reason I took on the role of vice-chairperson during the school festival when Yukino Yukinoshita was ill was not only because it was at Hiratsuka Shizuka's request, but also because Yukino Yukinoshita is Haruno's younger sister. If it weren't for these prerequisites, not to mention the presence of a chairperson like Sagami Minami who was a drag on, even if there were a chairperson more capable than Yukinoshita, I would never have bothered to do such a meaningless thing.

Not to mention, after the closing ceremony, even though it was less than the first one, Shizuka, Haruno, Kasumigaoka Utaha, and Kato Megumi all looked at me strangely afterwards—I have some suspicion that Asuna, who was in the audience at the time, was very happy.

"Really."

She smiled helplessly, but quickly cheered up, "Aside from electing the committee chairperson, the main thing this time is to gather opinions. Hiratsuka-sensei said you have a lot of creative ideas, so I asked you to come over."

A brilliant idea?

Is it a weird or strange storyline from a doujinshi?

"Moreover, the events in previous years have been quite outdated. This year, I want to make the sports festival as grand and lively as the school festival!"

Forget it! School festivals and sports festivals are worlds apart. The difference between voluntary entertainment and mandatory sports is unlikely to motivate everyone. It's alright for the sports students, but for a shut-in like me, let alone fun sports, I probably wouldn't participate even if it cost me money. Besides, I hate these kinds of time-wasting activities—if it weren't for Jing Ke'ai calling me here under the pretext of not granting leave for club activities, I wouldn't want to participate in anything that's just mentally taxing. I'd rather use that time to draw a couple more pages of manga.

—Speaking of which, the new work has really had a rough time. I said I would draw it at the end of last semester, but I've only drawn this little bit so far.

If I do a quick calculation, there's the current sports festival, club trips, school trips, winter commercials, and then Christmas in winter—I reckon it'll be a while before my new work can finally take flight?

—Go to hell!

While feeling sorry for the new work, I also walked to the familiar meeting room. The meeting room for the Sports Festival Operations Committee was the same one used for the Cultural Festival. It was the place where we would meet every day back then. The meeting room, which I hadn't been to for a while, was now neat and orderly and had completely lost its appearance from when we were preparing for the Cultural Festival. The members of the Sports Festival Operations Committee had also arrived in a scattered manner, most of them members of the student council. It seemed that the core members of the committee were composed of student council members.

As the door opened, everyone's eyes were drawn to Kiritani-san, who had dead fish eyes and was carrying a bento box. He tilted his head and said, "I was wondering why there was a lack of good ideas and such. It turns out they're all musclemen from the sports club... Ah, isn't that Hayama?"

Kiritani-kun can say with great confidence that everyone here is a bunch of idiots who can only come up with projects that are utterly mind-numbing.

However, you can still see familiar faces here, such as Hayama, a second-year student, Sagami... Hey, what's this guy doing here again?

Without hesitation, he turned around, and the instant he saw that idiot, he said, "I'm leaving."

Logically speaking, I would normally have a hard time remembering someone like Sagami Minami, but she's taken stupidity to a whole new level, making her unforgettable, just like the blonde girl I pushed into the water.

"Wait a minute! Kurogiri-kun, please wait a moment!"

Behind him, the sound of the castle patrol came from behind. Kiritani-san showed no intention of stopping, after all, he could already foresee that the sports festival in Sagami Minami would definitely be a complete mess.

"Kirigaya! If you don't want to fight with my fists, turn around and come back!"

Her stern voice, compared to the soft and somewhat naive voice of Shiro Kyouzuru, was so cool that it made Kiritani-san want to pin her down in the office and have sex with her countless times—I mean, fight!

But Kiritani-san is a good man and would never lay a hand on a woman; he prefers to use a knife directly.

Sitting on the platform, a female tyrant was cracking her fists, her long legs crossed, causing the hem of her white dress to flutter. As always, she looked like she needed to be taught a lesson.

"Oh, Jing is so cute..."