"…"
"Mmm~"
Karura opened her eyes and sat up, stretching with a yawn.
She turned and saw Rinji staring blankly, mumbling to himself, radiating waves of sorrow.
"Good morning, Rinji," Karura said with a smile.
"Ah... good morning."
Rinji stiffly turned his head, looking at Karura, who was still only wearing underwear.
"Karura... I think I did sothing terrible to you..."
"Hm?"
"I dread... of another girl last night."
"So?"
Karura blinked at Rinji, not understanding why this mattered.
He looked like he was about to confess sothing life-shattering, but to her it was nothing but a trivial matter.
"So? That's a big deal!" Rinji exclaid. "It ans I cheated in my heart!"
"???"
Though Rinji sounded dead serious, Karura couldn't make heads or tails of what he was talking about.
"So what if you dread about a girl? Why are you freaking out?"
"Huh? You're not bothered?"
"Why would I be?"
"…"
Hearing her say that, Rinji turned away and covered his mouth, nearly moved to tears.
'She's amazing... how can a girl be this perfect...'
"Let's not worry about that now."
Karura suddenly grinned and yanked Rinji down onto the bed. She pinned his hands and straddled him.
Her stunning figure was now completely on display before him.
"W-Wait, Karura…"
"You want to have your baby, don't you? I searched for so long last night just to find your room."
"Hold on, doing it now is a little…"
Buzz~
Just then, Rinji's phone rang. It looked like a call from a Kengan Association staff mber.
"Wait a sec, let take this."
Muttering "saved," Rinji broke free from Karura's grip, grabbed his phone, and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Is this Mr. Takamine? It's almost ti. Please co to the lounge now to discuss the first round of the 32-to-16 preliminaries."
"Got it, I'm on my way."
He hung up, got out of bed, and grabbed his clothes to change. He also picked up Karura's clothes from the couch and handed them to her.
"Looks like it's almost ti, let's go."
"Okay~"
---
The entire Kengan Annihilation Tournant was held in a dod arena on Ganryu Island.
The architecture resembled an open-air Roman coliseum, and the spectator stands were already packed.
In the noisy crowd were people from various countries—entrepreneurs, investors, and even high-ranking political figures.
This tournant would determine the next chairman of the Kengan Association. It was a massive upheaval in the Japanese business world. And once there was a shift in Japan's corporate structure, other countries would also have to adjust their strategies, which explained the presence of top-tier global figures.
As an underground event, the Kengan matches were considered the highest caliber.
"Grandpa~"
"Oh, Karura, you're here."
Originally seated high above the arena with a solemn expression, Kure Erioh's face instantly softened into a warm smile when he saw Karura approaching in her black school uniform.
"Where did you go last night? Grandpa was very worried."
"Last night?" Karura smiled. "I stayed in Rinji's room."
"!!!!!!?"
Apparently unaware of Kure Erioh's expression—which could rival Munch's The Scream—she continued smiling.
"It took a while to find his room, but I eventually did. We slept in the sa bed."
Erioh clutched his chest and squatted to the ground.
"But we still didn't manage to make a baby. Such a pity... Huh? Grandpa, what's wrong? Are you sick?"
Karura crouched down and held his shoulder with concern. "Hold on, Grandpa. I'll take you to the infirmary."
"No need, no need. Grandpa's body is fine."
Erioh kept smiling in front of Karura to reassure her, but in his heart he was screaming:
'You damned blond brat!!! My adorable great-granddaughter's been stolen away by youuuu!!!'
"Well then, I'm off to find Rinji~ Bye, Grandpa."
"..."
As soon as Karura left, Erioh couldn't take it anymore and collapsed to the ground.
Nearby, Reiichi stared at his grandfather wordlessly and whispered, "Grandpa, are you sure you don't need the infirmary?"
…
Elsewhere, Rinji was also preparing for his role.
"Hello, you must be Takamine Rinji, the one Father spoke about."
In front of Rinji stood a seductive woman with tanned skin.
She wore a highly revealing outfit, had long flowing silver hair, and an explosive figure.
Her na was Katahara Sayaka, daughter of Katahara tsudo.
Of course, she wasn't the daughter of the legal wife, but of a mistress. After all, how could a 90-year-old man have such a young daughter? Rinji figured her father and his own grandfather would probably get along great.
Sayaka was the host and comntator for this Kengan Annihilation Tournant, and as a special guest, Rinji was also expected to co-comntate.
In other words, he'd be working alongside Sayaka for the rest of the event.
"That's right. You must be Katahara Sayaka. Let's work well together."
"Likewise. Let's give it our best."
Sayaka shook Rinji's hand with a bright smile.
She was the type of woman who easily made a good impression. Many Kengan mbers were rumored to be her fans.
"I'll be handling the hype and calling the matches. Once the fighters begin, I'll start comntary." Sayaka smiled. "As the guest comntator, all you need to do is share your thoughts about the fighters from your seat."
"Got it."
When Rinji said "Got it," it usually ant he misunderstood sothing—though Sayaka wasn't aware of that.
"Let hand you the profiles of the fighters. You should skim through them before the matches begin."
"Sure."
Rinji nodded and pulled out a stack of papers from his bag, setting them on the table.
"Huh? Mr. Takamine, you already prepared the materials?"
"No, these are school assignnts."
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