Chapter 106: Is It Bolognese? No, It’s Napolitan

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“By the way, have you heard any details about the threat from Kenzaki-san?”

“Not much… Apparently, someone is unhappy about Asuka-neesan performing at our university’s spring festival and hinted at taking action if she does.”

“What kind of action are we talking about…?”

“Yeah, I wonder…”

Even with tight security, a threat remains a source of anxiety. Especially when it's from that b*****d Okutsu. A cornered playboy is unpredictable.

“Kurebayashi-san, can I ask you something else? Do you know what Misa-san is doing right now?”

“Oh… I think Mom is meeting with Yuuta-kun's uncle.”

“I see…”

Now that I think about it, I haven't heard from Jones-san since he reported back. He's probably swamped with work.

This is troubling. The most reliable person, Misa-mama, is unavailable during such a critical time. I can’t get hold of Saeba-san either. I hope everything's okay.

Just as I was worrying, my phone pinged with a new email. It was from Kenzaki-san.

‘Make sure you come to the stage. And, thank you.'

A short, to-the-point message. But then I realized the stage performance starts in about fifteen minutes. This is a one-shot deal without a rehearsal, and she's sending messages now?

Well, maybe for Kenzaki-san, the stage performance is just a bonus. Her main goal for today is probably already achieved. Yet she made a point to invite me to the stage, which felt kind of endearing. Maybe it's just my imagination.

Oh well. Even if my presence doesn’t change anything, it’s a nice invitation.

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For now, Kumi-san is staying at my apartment with Yuki-chan, who is still asleep. She wants to be there when Yuki-chan wakes up.

Honestly, leaving them alone is a bit concerning, but it might be better for Kumi-san to have some privacy without us around. Besides, I know her well enough to trust her, and there’s nothing in my apartment worth stealing. Hell, I don't even have a toaster yet.

I told her to just make sure to lock up when she leaves. We’ve exchanged contact information, so she’ll let me know when Yuki-chan wakes up. Still no word from my mom yet.

Today is packed with events. I need to make the most of my time.

With that in mind, I returned to the university’s spring festival with Kurebayashi-san and Ange. Surprisingly, Ange seemed quite interested in seeing Kyoko's performance, even though she had been critical of her.

“You know, for all you said, you don’t seem to dislike Kyoko that much, Ange.”

“It's not like that…”

“Then what is it?”

When I teased her, Ange hesitated for a moment before answering seriously.

“I just wanted to see how someone that beautiful can captivate everyone.”

“Huh?”

Though she answered seriously, I couldn't quite grasp her point. Maybe if Ange ever decided to become an idol, it would be useful. But that’s unlikely.

Anyway, we should head to the stage quickly…

“O-Onii-chan, looks like there’s some trouble over there.”

“Hmm?”

As I absentmindedly walked through the main gate, Ange pointed out a group about ten meters ahead. Two men and two women, or rather, a woman and a young girl, seemed to be in a heated argument. One of the men grabbed the woman's wrist.

“Hey, this looks serious! What do we do, Onii-chan?”

“Yeah, it does. What kind of scumbag harasses a woman with a child?”

Whether it’s grabbing a wrist or a tit, it's still assault. I couldn't just ignore it, so I rushed over.

“Ange, Kurebayashi-san, wait here where it’s safe.”

Just as I turned to stop them from following me too closely…

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you scumbag?!”

An anime-esque shout echoed around us. It sounded familiar from high school, but it couldn't be…

I looked towards the voice and saw a little girl (well, she looked like one) delivering a flying knee kick to one of the men.

“Guh!”

“Ugh!”

She followed up with a perfect straight punch to the other man as she landed. There's no way there's more than one violent, side-ponytail-wearing, loli-looking girl in this world. It had to be…

“Naporitan-Senpai?!”

“Huh?”

The loli-looking girl, who was about 140 cm tall, stopped her next attack to look my way.

“Onii-chan, do you know her?”

“Yuuta-kun, is she an acquaintance?”

“Yeah, she's a year above me from high school and was the head of the disciplinary committee. She helped me out a lot. Never thought I'd see her here.”

I answered their questions immediately. Ange and Kurebayashi-san probably didn’t know her. Kojima-san might freak out and run if she saw her, remembering how we used to get scolded for hanging out on the off-limits rooftop.

This girl who looks like an elementary student is Komatsugawa Napori-senpai from my high school, also known as “Final Weapon Loli” or “James Mondo.” We called her Napori-senpai. Despite her appearance, she’s incredibly strong, and I’ve heard she's mastered some kind of secret martial art or assassination technique.

“Uemura! Is that you, Uemura? What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you that! I’m a freshman here starting this spring.”

“What? So you’re my junior now?”

“Wait, do you mean you're also studying here?”

What a shocking revelation. How had I not run into such a noticeable person before? This is why I hate huge universities.