70 He’s So Impressive

He really replied to me! Miyamizu Mitsuha felt a mix of excitement and a little shyness, like when you've done something wrong and get caught by the boss.

But now wasn't the time to dwell on that.

She opened the memo and started reading.

The owner of this body is called Hojou Kyousuke.

Based on his guess, the two of them would swap bodies while they were asleep, meaning their consciousnesses would enter each other's bodies.

'Huh? Why did this happen?' As a seasoned shrine maiden, Mitsuha felt this was totally bizarre.

She continued reading.

He attends Higashi Junior High, so he's also a middle schooler.

That night really scared me.

Do Tokyo middle schoolers play like this?

The leader of the delinquent gang "Rampaging Angels"...

So it wasn't a joke? She chuckled awkwardly at the note that said, "If someone bows to you and greets you, don't get scared."

Kendo club instructor, rooftop lunch break...

His only good friends were Kisaki Tetta... and that was it?

Just one friend? That's kinda sad.

There was also the vice president and friend, Makki Hojou.

"If you run into any trouble, you can find either of these two. And if you get any messages, don't reply on my behalf."

What the heck?

He acts like I care about his messages—so full of himself.

She thought, but couldn't help but open his inbox anyway.

Okudera Miki, Yamauchi Sakura, Nishimiya Shouko, Ueno Naoka, Celty Sturluson...

What's going on here? Why are all these names girls, and even some foreigners?!

'What a playboy!' Mitsuha widened her eyes.

She clicked on each one to check, and finally, she relaxed.

None of them were romantic relationships, just close friends.

Realizing her weird reaction, Mitsuha felt a bit embarrassed.

'Why should I care if he's a playboy?'

 'It doesn't have anything to do with me. I just don't want his personal drama to interfere with me.'

Then came the commuting instructions: "If you know how to ride a motorcycle, you can take my Rocket 33. If not, you can take the subway. Here are the schedules…"

'Hehe, Rocket 33? What a cute name! '

'Wait, the real problem is that I'm going to miss the subway if I don't hurry!'

She glanced at the time and immediately jumped off the couch.

Thankfully, Kyousuke, though he commuted by motorcycle, had a habit of studying or doing morning exercises at home, so he had plenty of time.

Otherwise, if Mitsuha had been daydreaming for much longer, she would've missed it.

She quickly put on her shoes, grabbed her bag, and ran out the door.

As soon as she stepped outside, the view opened up before her—morning Tokyo greeted her with a sparkle.

So this is Tokyo!

The skyscrapers glimmered with shiny glass, the park nearby was lush with trees, and massive cranes and cars filled the streets...

The unique sights of a big city made Mitsuha widen her eyes with excitement.

No time to think about it, the elevator had arrived, and she reluctantly took her eyes off the hallway window and stepped in.

Downstairs, she immediately spotted the striking black motorcycle.

'Is that it?'

In Kyousuke's memo, there was a picture of the Rocket 33.

'It's so cool!' Though she'd never ridden a motorcycle before, just looking at it was enough to captivate Mitsuha.

'Dang it, why can't I ride a motorcycle?'

Suppressing her reluctance, she jogged toward the subway station.

This body runs so fast!

The continuous energy in her body shocked her again.

How is Kyousuke so impressive?

He's just a first-year middle schooler, yet he's the delinquent leader and a kendo instructor.

She got distracted by the new city sights and wasted a little time, but fortunately, she made it onto the subway at the last second.

She sighed in relief.

 Stretching her arm to grab the pole, she felt grateful for her tall height.

At the station, with no experience of Tokyo's early rush hour, Mitsuha was pushed along by the crowd as she exited the train, feeling a bit lost in the sea of people.

Right, Kyousuke told me how to get there!

Quickly, she opened the memo and followed the navigation instructions.

Even though it was a short distance, Kyousuke had marked out potential wrong turns and highlighted a few convenience stores where he frequently bought breakfast.

This guy is so considerate! Even his home is so well-organized, everything arranged exactly as it said in the memo.

Even though we've both only swapped bodies once, he already figured all this out and prepared such a detailed "life guide" for me.

I think that's what they call it, right?

While thinking this, Mitsuha followed the directions and arrived at Higashi's school gate.

Just like Kyousuke said, people kept greeting him, though it wasn't as exaggerated as that night.

Since Kyousuke didn't tell her how to respond, Mitsuha could only keep smiling and replying.

What she didn't know was that Kyousuke usually didn't respond because it was too much trouble, and his subordinates didn't mind.

Greeting their boss was just a formality, and whether he replied or not was up to him.

But today, seeing their leader smile and respond, his subordinates speculated that maybe he was in a good mood, and everyone was eager to ask for some advanced kendo techniques after school.

Mitsuha had no idea what would happen after school.

She arrived at the classroom door, feeling like her face was going to cramp from smiling so much.

"Good morning, Hojou," said Kisaki Tetta.

"Good morning, Kisaki."

Kisaki Tetta, the strategist of the gang and also a close friend, was the one who had escorted her home that night.

Kyousuke had detailed all of this in the memo, even including a picture.

He's sitting at the same desk as me, thought Mitsuha as she put down her bag.

The difference in height caused a visual change, and the distance between the desk and her felt new and interesting.

What was even more interesting was this unfamiliar school.

Mitsuha turned her head to look out the window.

Unlike the old school building in Itomori, Higashi, a prestigious private school, was obviously well-funded.

The middle school building was even renovated just last year.

Huge windows with high transparency, gleaming hallways, metal railings, glass bridges... the entire building was spectacular, with a glass dome covering the central courtyard.

Everything about it excited Mitsuha. She couldn't help but glance over at Kisaki Tetta, who was seriously working on problems.

"Kisaki, how much is the tuition to attend this school?"

"Why are you asking that? Don't you know?" Kisaki asked, puzzled.

"Just tell me quickly!" Mitsuha urged.

"Ew, 'just tell me'?" Kisaki shuddered.

"Uh, sorry, I mean, hurry up and tell me!" Mitsuha corrected herself.

Hojou Kyousuke had told her that in situations like this, she should just be a little firm, and no one would dare question her.

"You're messing with me early in the morning."

"For the first year, including the entrance fee, tuition, and facility development fund, it's about 1.5 million yen."

"The next two years have additional fees, but you'll be notified about that later."

"Didn't you get the principal's scholarship and have free tuition?"

"Why are you asking this?"

1.5 million!

Mitsuha lowered her head silently. Her pocket money for the year was only 20,000 yen.

She turned away to hide her reaction from Kisaki and opened her wallet.

Inside were stacks of 10,000 yen bills. She quickly counted—about 100,000 yen.

'This guy is so rich!'

'But isn't he a delinquent leader?'

'How does he have such good grades too? '

'A principal's scholarship... I've only seen that in dramas.'

'Those are the top students every school competes to get.'

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