Young Man, your fate is to become a sugar baby

Chapter 10: Creepy zealots and rice coconuts

". . ."

Akira would have sighed had he had the necessary energy to. Since he didn't, he resumed himself to dragging his battered body through the hallways of the academy, expertly ignoring the strange looks his fellow schoolmates and the occasional professor cast his way — he was too tired to care about maintaining appearances.

He had miscalculated.

He had miscalculated the repercussions his little escapade would result in. While he had indeed managed to avoid meeting Mikoto again yesterday, Mayumi's anger over his little stunt had been manifold higher than he had initially predicted.

. . . He couldn't thank the heavens enough for his decision to at least return home last evening. If Mayumi had reacted this badly already . . . he shuddered at the thought of what would have happened to him should he have foolishly opted to prolong his stay out and wait for his mother to come searching for him. It would have definitely not ended with Mayumi merely volunteering him for an overnight stay at a local pig farm where he had to shovel away some very eco manure until daybreak.

. . . He wondered how many people worth that task had been and how Mayumi had managed to procure it at that late hour . . . For someone who was practically an antisocial hermit, she was too competent when she put her mind on the job . . .

". . ."

Akira sniffed lightly but his olfactory receptors gave him no response. After having enjoyed a night smelling such heavenly fragrances, it seemed that his nose was out of commission . . . he really hoped he had managed to get rid of the smell he knew must have fully permeated his body. He had spent the better part of an hour furiously scrubbing every last inch of his body but . . . since he couldn't smell himself and Mayumi had only smirked at him when he had asked her before mockingly kicking him out of the house with a "That's for me to know and for you to find out" . . . he couldn't really tell. He could only pray that the reason for the gazes that followed him was his zombie-like appearance and not . . . what he feared it to be.

". . . Morning . . ."

The boy mumbled as he opened the door to his classroom, his only desire to sink into the loving embrace of his Mokuton-originated desk and sleep the day away — as soon as he stepped inside, his blurry conscience only had eyes for his assigned seat. That's why, he had spectacularly failed to notice the danger that had been impatiently waiting for his arrival until . . . until it almost kneed it in the face. Literally.

"Why did you dodge, you bastard?!" Kushina roared angrily and began trying to step repeatedly on the wriggling worm that had avoided her well-timed kick by plunging to the floor. "Stop threshing around and obediently let yourself be stepped on 'ttebane!"

"Why would I?!" Akira gaped in response, now wide awake. Having just dodged a powerful stomp that came dangerously close to brutally ending the life of his junior, his life-preserving instincts couldn't help but kick into action. "It's you who should stop trying to mutilate me, you crazy woman!"

"Who are you calling crazy, you despicable bastard?!"

The boy's wording of choice seemed to infuriate the little spitfire even further, her face distorting into a sight similar to a Hannya mask and her dark red locks starting to float threateningly despite the lack of wind in the classroom. Her stomps too, they had grown in intensity and force and, whether she was doing it deliberately or it was purely a subconscious defensive response stemmed from the fear of the terrible penalty that would be imposed upon her should she fail one of her new quests, they were continuously aiming for the thing that would hurt her the most in that scenario, AKA Akira's . . . thing.

"Why are you aiming only there?!" Akira shrieked in a way too girlish for the grown-up man he fancied himself to be, cold sweat pouring in rivers down his back. She was seriously trying to settle him down for life! "Stop already, you pervert!"

. . . Once again, that was a wrong choice of words. Kushina reddened to the point even her 'tomato' tag wouldn't do her justice and bristled up like a little kitten meeting a bigger little kitten.

"You're a pervert! Your whole family is a pervert, 'ttebane! Idiot! Idiot! Idi—ot!"

". . ."

Akira mentally kicked himself. While having the redhead listen to him and actually stop going after his junior and his family jewels was a small victory in his favor by his book . . . having his face targeted instead wasn't that big of an improvement. Losing a few milk teeth was no big deal but he had some permanent ones as well . . . he couldn't risk having them knocked out this early in his life . . .

Seeing no hope to quell Kushina's anger any time soon, Akira resumed making a fool out of himself and continued rolling under the storm of angry stomps coming his way.

Who knew, maybe his antics could even improve the clan's reputation in the eyes of the villagers, his act of 'worming about' definitely impossible to be seen as haughty or cold.

. . . Not that he cared about that reputation, though.

"Let me hit you already!" Kushina screeched in annoyance, the physical effort she had invested up to this point enough to have even her huff and puff in exertion.

". . . No . . . thank you."

"Why?!"

"Do you . . . even . . . huff . . .have to ask? Hufff . . ."

". . . Just let me hit you once."

"No!"

"Won't you stop already, you unwelcome newcomer?"

"!"

A third voice beside Akira's and her own suddenly rang out and Kushina froze mid trample, the undisguised loathing and malice directed her way hitting harder than the words themselves. She tremblingly raised her gaze, anger much heavier and hotter than the one she had been directing towards Akira — that one stemmed out of shyness and her dissatisfaction with him for pulling a fast one over her by disappearing yesterday — started to course her veins. She recognized that hateful voice.

"So it's you, horse face," Kushina spat out, greeting the newly arrived classmates just as kindly as she had been. "I was wondering where this stench was coming from but it's explainable now that you're here," she continued sharply towards the girl that stopped a few steps away from her but still couldn't stop herself from casting a doubtful glance Akira's way. After he had gotten up and was just about ready to silently scuttle away, he had stopped in place and started fidgeting, a suspicious blush on his face.

. . . What was his deal this time? Unfortunately, the girl before her didn't give her any more time to consider the boy's strangeness and opened her mouth again.

"As expected of the rubbish even her small village didn't want anymore," the girl — Shimura Kazuki — taunted again with a spiteful smirk. "You swear worse than a lowlife pirate, desu yo."

. . . The words hit a bit too close to home for Kushina — considering she had been practically shipped to Konoha against her will — but she refused to show that on her face. Instead, she haughtily crossed her hands over her chest and snorted disdainfully, "Hadn't one lesson been enough for you, horse face? It seems you've got the memory of a goldfish as well, he he~"

A flash of tension passed over Kazuki's face but she soon reigned her bearings. Yesterday, when she had tried to teach a lesson to this hateful bint who dared to act all close and chummy with Akira-sama . . . she might have overturned the boat after underestimating Kushina's proneness to swing her fists mid-sentence but that wasn't the case today. "Truly a violent woman, desuwa" Kazuki flicked her dark, ringlet-styled hair and put on a confident smile. She had come prepared this time around — gently raising a hand, she gestured for her . . . minions to come forth. "I can't wait to see you growling on the floor in tears, yo ho ho ho ho~"

". . ."

Looking at the strangely laughing girl who seemed to have already seen the scene of her defeat, Kushina felt dumbfounded. After suddenly coming up to her yesterday and starting to insult her as she pleased . . . only to be dawned with one measly punch and then burst into tears . . . Kushina wondered if either the girl was stupider than even her or if she was a member of the select group of people who seemed to enjoy being beaten up or humiliated.

Just to make sure she hadn't somehow gotten a pervert after her, Kushina activated her Affection Meter and took a peek at Kazuki's current status.

[Shimura Kazuki: 6/100]

. . . Well, it seemed she had worried over nothing. The girl was just stupid. Since her affection had remained at the same level as it was yesterday when she had run away, swearing vengeance through broken sobs and sniffs, it didn't seem as if she had awakened to anything strange.

"Are you done yet?" Kushina asked, unimpressed by the show Kazuki was putting on. "I have better things to do than wait for you to finish fantasizing. Let's get it over with."

". . ."

Sensing the contempt and boredom both the redhead's air and words gave off, Kazuki almost choked on her spit, her expression souring. ". . . Let's see if you can keep that composure after we're done with you . . . charge fearlessly my beloved minions! Let's save Akira-sama from the clutches of this evil beast!"

"?"

As two petite girls that didn't even look old enough to be firsties assented to their master's orders and charged forward fearlessly, adorable war cries leaving their tiny mouths and their faces scrunched into serious expressions that said they were ready to take down the enemy at any cost . . . Akira rubbed his eyes hard. Had he fallen asleep without noticing and was now dreaming . . .? Since he was more than a little sleep-deprived thanks to the hard work he had to put in overnight, he couldn't quite exclude the possibility.

. . . It was also a more reasonable alternative to accepting the crazy shit happening before his eyes as reality.

"—Let me check this with you just one more time, Kushina-san. Are you sure? Like . . . one hundred percent sure, that you are not trying to poison me or something . . .?"

"I've said it ten times already — of course not, you big idiot! Also, I remember allowing you to simply call me Kushina, 'ttebane. Drop the san!"

". . . Yes."

A few hours passed after the fiasco that was the start of his school day and it was now their lunch break. As expected by everyone present in the classroom at that time, Kushina had easily won the 'fight'. Excluding the two young girls she had sent back after simply warning them to be more careful when swearing themselves to a boss in the future and mauling their soft cheeks for a while, enjoying their softness and otherworldly springiness, the other girl — the creepy one who at times stared at him with bloodshot eyes while drooling and panting lightly — hadn't gotten off that easily.

No, one act of mercy was already more than enough for Kushina-sama in one day — while she wasn't heartless enough to raise her hand against two pitiful and tiny, shivering kōhai's, the girl had no qualms about showing her ire to the instigator. While repeatedly striking only her face, Kushina hadn't been satisfied until the girl's face resembled a pig head.

Even when the teacher — called earlier to class by some nosy classmates — tried to admonish and even punish the redhead for her actions, she had managed to get away scot-free. Apparently, Yamazaki-sensei was not a big fan of having bullies in his class and after getting the testimonies of several classmates — Akira's included — and learning who was actually at fault, he had punished the bewildered ringlet girl instead. It also helped that the injuries Kushina had inflicted were merely skin wounds that only looked terrifying at first glance — according to the teacher, her face would heal faster than her pride.

"By the way," Akira looked up, hoping to gain himself even one more second before the inevitable came to pass, and asked curiously, "Why horse face?" He didn't get that. "Although not a great beauty or something, the girl was cute enough — I don't think that moniker befits her."

Kushina didn't answer his question directly. She only directed a sweet smile his way — one that for some reason sent shivers down his spine — and waited.

And waited.

. . . And waited some more but the boy didn't seem to get it so she let out a fed-up sigh and decided to let him know that he's done something wrong. Not letting her smile lose any of its pressure, she opened her mouth, "Akira, let me give you a piece of advice — never call a girl's enemy cute in her face, 'ttebane. No matter how lowly, insignificant, worthless, and nonthreatening they may be, 'kay?"

"But objectively speaking—"

"'kay?"

". . ."

Smile. Smile.

". . . I-if it helps, I think that you are cute too. Even cuter than that girl—"

Smack!

"It's only natural that I am, you big fool! You didn't have to state the obvious!"

". . ."

Although Akira didn't think he deserved the unexpectedly heavy smack his poor back had suffered — or the five subsequent ones — at least the redhead's mood seemed to have improved, her countenance switching from that sweet yet scary smile to a pleased one, her cheeks reddening in delight and her lips letting loose small, merry giggles.

. . . For the sake of a less dangerous academy life, the boy decided to take note of this small victory of his and added the 'tsundere' and the 'weak to compliments' attributes to the safely stored character file he had of the girl.

'Just you wait,' Akira thought maliciously, 'the next time you try to pick on me, I'll definitely shower you with compliments until only a shivering mess is left of you!'

. . . Well, it was probably a sound strategy to apply when confronted with a lonely, insecure girl like Kushina was but . . . the young reincarnator seemed to have forgotten something. After all, just this morning had he strengthened his resolve to keep as far away as physically possible from the girl and yet there he was now, planning how to approach their future encounters . . . Kushina wasn't exactly wrong when she had labeled him as a fool (idiot).

His confidence in his ability to deal with the little she-devil restored, Akira looked her straight in the eyes and decided to ask again, his curiosity gnawing at his insides by now, "So why horse face?"

"Why, you ask . . .?" Kushina tilted her head to the side, one finger worrying over her lower lip in wonder. She then smiled like the little fox she was and said , "I don't mind telling you but—"

". . .But?"

She giggled conspiratorially, leaning closer to the boy to the point he became uncomfortable and had to shift out of her reach a little and pouted,

"—wasn't I the first one to ask a question . . .? You haven't given me your impressions yet. Since I was the first to ask, it's only natural that you have to answer me before you get your turn, right~?"

". . ."

. . . It seemed that he wouldn't be able to procrastinate any further than this. Akira let out a defeated sigh and lowered his gaze, the bento box Kushina had tried so hard to force on him since morning lying quietly on his desk.

. . . Just what had gotten into her . . .? Why give him a bento all of a sudden . . .? Considering it had completely slipped from his mind to pack some food when he had left home — he had been too tired to remember and Mayumi hadn't tried at all to remind him — he had been quite glad and more than a little touched when the girl had offered him the wooden little box, spouting the classic tsundere line about having cooked too much.

Happy he wouldn't have to spend the school day with an empty stomach, he had accepted her goodwill and took the bento . . . not. Just when he had been about to reach for the box Kushina was offering with trembling hands, a flash of understanding lit up his mind and he quickly declined. Then, while secretly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he lied about already having a bento on his own thus and not needing hers.

Although the glances Kushina threw his way ever since — sometimes pitiful, sometimes blaming, and sometimes even teary — affected his conscience almost as much as the lack of proper nourishment affected his stomach already . . . he had been firm in his refusals!

And how could he not?!

After his hunger-addled mind finally understood that hidden inside the delicately ornate wooden bento box were the dishes the girl had cooked herself . . . how could he not?!

While Akira was not worried about the girl possessing the hidden attribute of 'Dark Cook' — he was more or less joking when he had asked her if she was trying to poison him, fully aware that the girl would one day become an accomplished cook . . . the golden retriever today as well overlooking them with a sad look would state so the future — there was still another, more important underlying matter he had to take into consideration — should the boy accept the bento the girl had poured her heart and love into making . . . wouldn't that be seen as him silently acquiescing to her confession?! He absolutely couldn't have that!

That's why, regardless of her more and more soulful stares and the growing pains in his stomach, he had persevered in rejecting her goodwill. Class after class and break after break, his determination had been as steady and unwavering as a giant monolith that had since eons ago kept its original posture!

"Damn . . .," Akira muttered under his breath. Although painful, it wouldn't have been a problem for him to continue like that all the way to the end of the school day . . . had it not been for the evil thing called 'the lunch break' and for his traitorous stomach which, as soon as it had smelled the delicious fragrances drifting through the classroom . . . gave off a growl so loud that he had almost crawled under his desk from shame.

. . . Thanks to that, Kushina had stopped minding his refusals and protests and forced the bento upon him, guarding against the possibility of him running away with hawk eyes. Her determination to make him eat the food seemed to be even bigger than his determination not to eat it.

SMACK!

Akira jumped a little, the redhead's sudden urge to hit the desk rudely pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Are you going to eat by yourself or do I have to feed you?!" Kushina asked loudly, the irritation in her eyes telling Akira that she had reached the limit of her patience. "I'm fine either way so it's your choice!"

". . . Being fed . . . that would be embarrassing so no thank you . . ."

"Then eat already!"

". . . Fine."

At last, Akira stopped overthinking and gave up. Whatever unfortunate events this would lead up to . . . he would leave his future self to deal with them. Right now, he would just fill up his stomach . . .

Unlike the strong and composed front Kushina had shown the boy, she was completely not so brave on the inside. She could swear her heart was doing its very best to leap out of her chest!

". . .!"

Her hands plastered themselves over her mouth, barely restraining the gasp of fear and surprise her lips couldn't stop as she watched Akira unceremoniously open the lid of the bento box.

'After all that earlier hesitation . . . just what are you doing acting this resolutely . . .! At least give me time to prepare my heart, you inconsiderate bastard! How could you treat a maiden's—'

"Ah . . ."

Akira raised his gaze, looking towards the source of the loud gasp he had just heard and . . . all he could see was Kushina clasping her hands tightly over her mouth, a ruddy glow colouring her cheeks. " . . . What's wrong?" he asked suspiciously.

"N-Nofin'!" She quickly assured, her voice muffled by her hands and by the frenzied side-to-side shake of her head. She couldn't say that she had been surprised as she saw him plunge his bare hand into the box and take out some of the food she had prepared for him. "P-Please enjoy!"

The boy didn't look quite as convinced as she would have liked him to be but he still nodded eventually and took back his eyes from her face she knew to be burning . . . she could feel it through her hands.

"Still . . ." Akira opened his mouth again and the girl's heart started drumming with newfound rigour. "This is the first time I've seen one this . . . big."

Fearing her choice might have been the wrong one, Kushina quickly stammered an explanation.

"I-is that s-so? I've h-heard that boys eat quite a lot but it's m-my first making them so I may have exaggerated a l-little . . ."

Looking at the humongous onigiri he could barely hold in his hand, Akira giggled. The thing was the size of a regular coconut and just as round if his eyes were not mistaken. He couldn't help teasing, "Just a little~?"

Kushina blushed even harder at that and looked away from his smile, lest she couldn't restrain the itch in her hand and slapped him good. She muttered in a small voice, ". . . You don't have to eat it if you don't want to. It probably isn't tasty either—"

Chomp.

"!"

Kushina jumped as if electrocuted, her head whipping back towards the boy and her eyes widening in astonishment. If her ears weren't mistaken . . . that was the sound of someone taking a big bite out of something!

"!"

The sight that she was met with proved her right. Looking first at the onigiri which was no longer in its perfectly rounded shape and then at Akira—

"!" Kushina gasped. 'He's eating!' she shrieked excitedly — inside her mind, of course — and her eyes glued on the serious countenance of the slowly and carefully chewing boy . . . that made her stomach lurch anxiously and her mood made a right about, panic taking over her mind. 'W-what's going on with that expression . . .? I-Is it perhaps not t-tasty? But granny said they were passable, 'ttebane! That shouldn't be it, right?!'

In a frenzy, the redhead thought back at the impromptu food-tasting session she had half dragged and half forced her surrogate grandma into participating. She tried really hard to recall if at any point she had spotted any strange gesture, hesitation, or sudden pause in her speech, all of them possible clues that might tell her whether what Mito had said to her differed from what she actually thought.

. . . There was nothing. She couldn't come up with anything, her lacking experience in reading people not holding a candle before the old woman's experience in not showing what was on her mind. Besides having directly been told that her creations were normally tasty and getting an offhand comment about their strange shape and choice of filling . . . she could think of nothing else and that only increased her uneasiness.

'. . . I should have had more people taste them,' Kushina thought morosely. Maybe that way, she would have had more confidence in her culinary creation and that would have probably made her tremble less right now . . .

Seeing the boy gulp after what might have as well been an eternity to her . . . the girl also swallowed hard, her hands clenching unconsciously. It was the moment to get her verdict. "D-d-does it s-s-suit your ta-tastes?" she stuttered uncharacteristically, her voice hitching.

The boy pondered for a moment and then replied, "Well, this is the first time I've tried an onigiri with salty ham as filling."

". . ."

". . ."

'What's that supposed to mean?!' Not getting any further feedback, the boy having already filled his mouth again, Kushina screamed internally. 'How am I supposed to interpret that?!' She didn't know.

Munch. Munch. Gulp.

Chomp.

Munch. Munch. Gulp.

". . ."

". . . Is that a good thing then . . .?" Through clenched teeth, the girl inquired again.

"Oh, yeah. I've always liked salty ham."

'Say that from the beginning, would you?!'

"Munch. Munch. Gu—lp." Seeing the slightly resentful look on Kushina and understanding the reason behind it, Akira paused himself from devouring his unexpectedly tasty meal and explained properly, "You see, I don't like fish."

"?"

Why suddenly bring that up . . .? The puzzled look on the girl's face seemed to spell just that.

"Be it steamed, grilled, boiled, or raw, I don't like it under any shape or form," Akira confessed, undisturbed. "I also can't stand roe, octopus, clams, and . . . basically all that means seafood."

"Why is that?"

Taken in by his seriousness, Kushina quickly forgot about her woes and asked curiously. For an island village native as she was, hearing someone say that they hated fish with such passion was a novel situation.

Akira shook his head, "I don't know. I just can't stand the taste of them."

Kushina nodded. Weirdly, that made sense to her — she thought the same of tomatoes and all leafy greens. While the reasons behind her hate for tomatoes were pretty obvious by now, when it came to leafy greens instead . . . well, she simply didn't like them. Unlike the nasty big sister that unfortunately came as a set with granny Mito, she was no cow. Considering the unscientific size of the udders the woman had to support, she probably wouldn't mind having to munch on her portion of grass too, right . . .?

Akira coughed slightly, awaking his new deskmate from her pleasant fantasy of slapping a certain pair of large udders into submission — not because she was jealous of her big sister's prowess as a woman but simply because she couldn't imagine a day she would get such an impressive pair of her own . . . the urge suddenly came to her — and added as soon as her malevolent expression softened and she gave him her full attention, "What I wanted to say through all that is that I was pleasantly surprised you haven't filled this," he shook the half-eaten onigiri, "with fish or something similar as it's the norm around."

Kushina giggled happily, "Well, I like ham very much so I thought a boy like you should like it as well~"

"?"

A big question mark bloomed atop Akira's head and he stared puzzledly at the very much proud of herself looking girl. Why would she take into consideration a boy's likes when preparing her own bento . . .?

The boy took a deep look at the half-eaten onigiri laying on the palm of his hand, then at the second one resting in the open bento box on a bed of fried bacon, and then again at Kushina who in the meantime took out a second bento — the close to ten different dishes inside and the obvious attention that was put into both arranging them artfully and making sure the meal was a perfectly balanced one . . . a dead giveaway of the fact that this one's production had nothing to do with the girl's hands — and started munching on it while humming a happy tune.

". . ."

Akira came to a sudden realization and his face couldn't help but contort painfully. It wasn't that she had made too much and decided to spare something for a hungry classmate . . . she had made it especially for him. That was many, many orders of magnitude worse than simply eating some of the food she had prepared herself.

". . ."

The boy groaned as he realized he had just been met with the first wave of repercussions he had hoped to leave to his future self to deal with . . .

Although he was indeed the future self of the Akira who had thought that . . . barely five minutes or so had passed since then! He had been hoping for a much further down-the-lane self of his to be met with the trouble, one much wiser and resourceful who could have easily come up with a good solution to solve everything!

As he was right now, he could only let out a few more painful groans and . . . once again leave the matter to be dealt with by his future self.

"What is it?" Kushina asked in concern after having noticed that the boy had stopped eating and was looking at the onigiri like it was the enemy who had murdered his parents. She palled. "C-could it be that i-it doesn't suit your tastes, after all?"

". . .No."

Akira sighed, resignedly. He then took a big, vengeful bite out of the onigiri to prove his point.

". . . It's very tasty, in fact. "

"!"

Hearing Akira's sincere praise, Kushina gasped loudly for some reason but the boy paid her no mind. He was too busy deluding himself into thinking that he was eating her food for the sole purpose of better acting his performance in their next class — it was no easy matter giving off the impression he was just a close to the top but not the actual top student in their class. Especially since their next class was an outdoors one and he would most likely (and once again . . .) be paired against the golden retriever should their teacher feel like watching kids claw at each other's throat.

His self-hypnosis skill working quite well thanks to the numerous times he's had to employ it by now, Akira's mood suddenly took a turn for the better and he started devising strategies that would best work against Minato. While his intention was obviously not to claim the final victory, he didn't really feel like letting himself be trashed for no reason either — the damn blonde was every bit as much a genius as he was in the original work, and going against him with nothing new to show would only result in getting his ass handed to himself. Since he didn't want that and taking out his trump cards was completely out of the question, he had to plan ahead.

. . . For some reason, though, as he was working on his new strategy . . . bits and pieces of knowledge related to Fūinjutsu would occasionally pop up in his mind and beg to become a nominal part of the great quest that was delivering a few good kicks to the golden puppy overlord.

. . . That was a bit strange since he didn't remember ever studying Fūinjutsu . . .

AN: Greetings!

The tenth chapter this one is! I've finally reached double digits!

In the end . . . I've decided to listen to the voice of reason and have Akira get some occasional benefits as the girls complete their tasks . . . But only occasionally, so please don't misunderstand! Hmph!

In the beginning . . . I also seriously considered having Akira concentrate on the Kage Bunshin but eventually decided against it. As much as I love the jutsu and as much as I hope for a miracle that would allow me to use it in real life to happen . . . considering we already have Kushina who's definitely going down that route . . .

Well, that's why Akira got tentacles!

. . . Beside the other — more obvious — little detail that has something to do with my and everyone's preference — I assume . . . since you guys are reading my story after all — of hordes of cute girls over hordes of cute boys . . .

That finished, I have to make a little announcement — the great dragon slayer became a dragon! In more understandable words, I have become a creator and uploaded this story on patr3on!

And how does that affect you, my readers?

In no way whatsoever since I'll keep updating here in the same manner as I've done lately — every two weeks on Saturday. The story is also just one chapter ahead there so you should have no problem waiting for it to be released here.

However! If by any chance you're interested, I go by the same name over there as well.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story~ I am also very grateful for all your reviews~

Next time, Akira and Minato get into a lively (heated) exchange~

Until next time, take care~