I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

Even breathing became uncontrolled.

……teacher.

The student... prepared this gift on their own initiative...

Would you...like it?

That shy smile, so unfamiliar even to herself, bloomed quietly on her lips once more in front of the mirror.

She closed her eyes, carrying with her this unwavering and fervent hope.

In her heart, she called out softly with the most devout voice.

In response, the space in front of her rippled like water.

A door, emitting a soft glow, silently emerged from the void.

When the door she had dreamed of for three years finally appeared before her eyes—

Her breath hitched.

That body, which had faced countless evil spirits without trembling in the slightest, suddenly tensed up slightly, uncontrollably.

That was... an almost fearful tension that even she herself hadn't anticipated.

After several seconds, as if to regain her composure, she reached out her fingertips and gently smoothed out a non-existent crease on the sleeve of her white kimono.

After performing this small, almost prayer-like gesture, she finally lifted her foot and stepped into the light.

……

at the same time.

A crossover anime world, Tokyo, Chiba.

The morning sun was shining brightly, casting warm dappled light through the clean French windows onto the wooden floor of Lynn's house.

Two days have passed since the major battle at the CCG, and Tokyo remains under a state of high alert, so schools have been given two more days off.

This was undoubtedly good news for Lynn.

He was dressed in comfortable gray loungewear, holding a freshly brewed cup of hand-drip coffee, and walked barefoot leisurely onto the balcony.

Last night's second "overtime" at the Hilton Hotel left him with a slight, pleasant soreness in his lower back.

It seems that whether it's hydrating Hiratsuka-sensei or cheering on the enthusiastic loyal dog and the introverted rabbit, it's all physically demanding work.

He hesitated, wondering if he should hold off for now before taking in the useless angel.

Lynn took a sip of her slightly hot coffee, picked up a small watering can, and began to slowly and methodically water her succulent plants.

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

Just as he put down the kettle, ready to fully enjoy this rare, secluded tranquility.

A cold, solemn notification sound rang in his mind.

[Hint: Visitor 'Shinobu Kocho' has completed 3/4 of the project.]

[We are requesting a 'results presentation'. Would you be willing to meet with us?]

"Results report?"

Lynn paused slightly as she picked up her coffee cup.

He raised an eyebrow.

A hint of surprise, and a touch of...amused amusement, surfaced in those eyes that always carried a hint of laziness.

"Oh?"

He muttered to himself, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

"She was made to confront anger, not to use karmic fire to solve elementary school math problems..."

"Just fire a simple top-floor shot and hand in the assignment, isn't that enough?"

"This child is taking things a little too seriously."

Lynn chuckled and shook his head, finishing the last sip of his warm coffee.

He casually placed the cup on the balcony railing, a thought suddenly forming in his mind.

"I'll receive you."

Chapter 142: Shinobu Kocho's Collapse! I directly reject women I don't like!

"This child is taking things a little too seriously."

Lynn chuckled and shook his head, finishing the last sip of his warm coffee.

He casually placed the cup on the balcony railing, a thought suddenly forming in his mind.

"To receive him/her."

……

When Shinobu Kocho stepped into that light and reopened her eyes, her breath caught in her throat.

Before me stood the courtyard I had been away from for three years, a place that had haunted my dreams.

This reality is not just the image imprinted deep in the eyes.

And then there's the delicate fragrance of cherry blossoms that fills your nostrils.

Shinobu Kocho suddenly snapped out of her daze.

A thought, as instinctively as ever, arose—

Where is the teacher?

Her gaze instantly became urgent, no longer lingering on the scenery, but frantically searching for that figure.

Then--

Her gaze froze.

The boundless sea of ​​stars became the backdrop, and a shower of beautiful cherry blossoms slowly fell.

And at the boundary between light and shadow stood that…

The silhouette of her back that haunts my dreams.

——!

Three years of hard training.

Three years of killing.

Three years of anticipation.

All the emotions that had been suppressed by "reason" and "faith" crumbled through her defenses at this moment!

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, and my mind went completely blank!

Her hands, hidden beneath the wide sleeves of her kimono, were clenched tightly!

Every cell in her body was screaming and shouting, urging her to rush forward!

From behind!

Use all your strength!

Hold him tight!

Whether it's a "teacher" or a "deity"...

At this moment, she wanted to leave everything behind!

She just wanted to confirm that the person in front of her was real!

step.

Two steps.

Her pristine white kimono swayed violently with her hurried movements, making a soft rustling sound as the fabric rubbed together.

But just as she was about to take her third step—

She paused.

Those small feet, clad in white socks, seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move forward even an inch.

Because the man showed no sign of turning around when she arrived.

He simply stood there, silently leaving her with a cold, indifferent back view.

In an instant, Shinobu's burning heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave.

That hard-won courage belonging to a young girl was shattered by that silent figure.

Why isn't the teacher turning around?

Are you waiting for me to speak first?

Or... are you not satisfied with my return?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she desperately suppressed it.

no, I can not!

The teacher... he must be testing me!

Yes, it must be a test for me!

The moment this thought arose, that most beautiful image began to grow uncontrollably and wildly in her mind—

He will turn around.

He will open his arms.

He would greet her with the words she had longed for for three years…

Your breathing is disordered.

One sentence made Shinobu Kocho's body tremble violently.

The man finally spoke, his voice still calm and gentle, but without a trace of joy at their long-awaited reunion.

He didn't even turn around.

"My heart is beating really fast too," he continued, his tone as if he were critiquing a poorly written assignment.

"It seems that what you call 'completing the task' is merely completing the 'form'."

"As for the 'heart'..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned around and looked down at her from above.

His gaze swept calmly over her pristine white kimono, as if examining an object unrelated to himself.

Then, that question pierced me like an icicle.

"This outfit..."

Is it part of the research project?

……

Dead silence.

A chilling, deathly silence.

This question, like a sharp blade tempered with ice, precisely pierced through all her expectations.

Is the teacher... questioning me?

He believed that my outfit was an attempt to curry favor with him, a tactic with ulterior motives.

In an instant, overwhelming grievances and endless despair engulfed her like a tidal wave, her eyes instantly reddening and tears welling up.

She wanted to explain, to deny, to say that it was just a token of her disrespect...

however--

Just before she was about to speak.