69: Amamiya Saya, the Arrogant Akira

"Yashiro, now you're calling yourself 'auntie,' but it's too late."

Akira casually tossed the sword Tai'e back into its sheath, a cold smile on his face.

"Garura, give your mother some face. Take her back to her room before you get your revenge."

"Hehe! Got it, Akira!"

Garura hoisted her mother onto her shoulder and ran off.

"Garura, you idiot!"

Yashiro was genuinely about to be driven mad by her foolish daughter.

"You're really something."

"Tricking Garura into taking revenge on her own mother."

"Once Yashiro gets free, Garura's going to be in trouble."

Ryouko Yakushiji couldn't help but complain.

"What else could I do?"

"If I didn't distract Garura, she'd keep bothering me."

"Besides, as a junior, how could I possibly teach Yashiro a lesson?"

"If I don't rely on Garura, who else can I rely on?"

"Anyway, Garura's tough. She's been beaten by Yashiro since she was a kid."

"A few more beatings won't hurt."

Akira shrugged, completely unfazed.

"Junior, how did you do that earlier?"

"Yeah, Akira, how did you do that?"

"Why did Yashiro suddenly freeze like that?"

"Is that the legendary 'killing intent'?"

Chisato was also super curious, her eyes wide as she asked.

If she could learn this trick, she could take down enemies even faster.

"Senior, it's essentially no different from the shouts in kendo matches. It's all about intimidating the opponent."

"Earlier, I used the sword intent of Tai'e to momentarily overwhelm Yashiro's spirit."

"Causing her to lose focus for a few seconds."

"It's like how killers, after taking many lives, develop a certain killing intent."

"Just by locking eyes, they can scare ordinary people, even make them wet themselves."

"Butchers and executioners in ancient times were like this."

"Yuki's gaze can also scare ordinary people."

"Chisato, you don't kill people, and you're too cute."

"If you want to scare someone with just a look, maybe in your next life."

"Damn it!"

Was this childhood friend complimenting her or mocking her?

Chisato bit her finger in frustration.

"Junior, how can I develop my own sword intent?"

"Senior, you were born in the wrong era."

"If you were born in ancient times, you might've been hailed as Japan's greatest female sword saint."

"As long as you don't suppress your bloodlust and unleash your inner nature."

"Breaking through to the level of a sword master would be easy."

Akira's suggestion made Saeko Busujima's eyes flash with fear.

Her cold, beautiful face showed a bitter smile.

"Hey, hey! Akira, are you suggesting Saeko go out and kill people?"

Sakurako Kujou couldn't stand it anymore and quickly intervened.

"Sakurako, I'm not crazy. Why would I suggest Saeko kill people?"

"Killing indiscriminately would only turn her into a murderer, losing all respect for life."

"While killing is off the table, beating people up is fine."

"Japan is a country where organized crime is legal."

"My suggestion is for Saeko to take a wooden sword and go beat up some thugs."

"Join a few gang fights, take down some trash, and release her bloodlust."

"It's basically recycling waste."

Akira spoke as if it were no big deal.

Saeko's eyes grew brighter as she listened.

That makes sense! While killing is off-limits, beating people up is fine.

Especially with a wooden sword.

"Isn't that still dangerous?"

Everyone asked with concern.

"This is the safest way to release pressure."

"If Saeko doesn't release this pressure, what if she loses control one day?"

"Coincidentally, I have some connections with the Ryuzu Group, the largest underground organization in Tokyo."

"Chika probably knows the daughter of the Ryuzu Group's boss."

"You mean Momoko, right?"

"I know her really well."

Chika Fujiwara patted her chest, confidently stating.

"Wait, Akira, you're working with the Ryuzu Group?"

"What kind of cooperation is this?"

Suou Yuki couldn't hold back and urgently asked.

Her precious son's social connections were way too complicated.

Even working with underground organizations.

The girls now realized something.

Ever since their childhood friend revealed his abilities,

He no longer hid many things from them.

"Just a small collaboration."

"I've never personally shown up."

"I have to admit, the Kujou family crest is quite useful."

Akira pointed to the round, hollow Kujou family jade pendant hanging from his waist.

This was a birthday gift from his grandmother when he turned ten.

Only he had this privilege.

Neither Eriko, nor Martha and Eli, nor anyone else in the Kujou family had this honor.

"How old were you back then? And you were already leveraging your family's influence!"

Kujou Asuka couldn't help but complain.

"If you have power, why not use it? I'm not an idiot."

"I once met a medical doctor."

"She was fired from St. Luke's International Hospital for using an experimental drug on a patient without permission."

"She was blacklisted by all major hospitals in Japan."

"Effectively ending her career as a doctor."

"She's a genius but also a complete weirdo with no sense of morality."

"So, I invested all the New Year's money I'd saved up over the years into her."

"If I hadn't run into her, Amamiya would've resorted to making illegal drugs to survive."

Everyone: "..."

So shameless?

"Amamiya and I discussed it and used the money to open a private hospital."

Toyomi Fujiwara asked, confused:

"Wait, Akira, how old were you back then?"

"Is it that easy to open a private hospital?"

"Of course not."

"And Amamiya's medical license had been revoked."

"So, naturally, our hospital wasn't exactly legal."

Akira said matter-of-factly.

That… makes sense?

"On the surface, it's a medical aesthetics clinic."

"Otherwise, why would I be working with the Ryuzu Group?"

"Because the patients we treat are underground figures who can't go to regular hospitals."

"Akira, if you needed money, why didn't you just ask us?"

"Why take such a risky path?"

Sakurako Kujou looked upset, her tone unhappy as she questioned.

"Sakurako's right, we're not short on money."

"When did I say I needed money?"

"I invested in Amamiya as a person, not for profit."

Akira facepalmed, explaining helplessly.

"This private hospital, on the surface, treats underground figures."

"But its real purpose is to test the various new drugs Amamiya develops."

Everyone: "..."

Are you kidding me?

This is getting more and more outrageous.

Using people as guinea pigs for drug experiments.

"Akira, don't you think this is a bit too much?"

Suou Yuki, as a mother, was genuinely worried her son was going down a dark path, stammering as she asked.

"Yuki, you're right. Akira, this is wrong."

"It is a bit wrong, but these underground figures are societal trash."

"Every one of them is evil."

"Using these trash as guinea pigs doesn't weigh on my conscience."

"Laws are meant to constrain the strong and protect the weak."

"My principles and bottom line are above the law."

"After all, laws are made by people."

"Why should I submit to laws made by others?"

"I firmly believe I'm on the right path."

Akira's tone was passionate, his handsome face like a god descending, his voice cold as he declared.

For the first time, he revealed the arrogance deep within him.

An unparalleled arrogance.

An arrogance that looked down on the world.

The girls were stunned by this side of Akira.

They had never seen him like this before.

So strange!

"Do you know how many people died for that criminal organisation to develop that mysterious drug?"

"The answer is countless."

"Who knows how many experimental products were used in over half a century of research?"

"Most of those experiments were with living people."

"Did you think this mysterious drug could be developed just by testing on mice?"

"Let me tell you, this drug is made with countless evil."

"It was born from evil."

"If it's successfully developed in the future, would you give up the chance for rejuvenation to uphold your sense of justice?"

Akira smirked, throwing this morally challenging question at everyone.

"I'll tell you my answer first."

"I could give it up."

"In fact, this drug doesn't tempt me much."

"Even without it, my lifespan is much longer than an ordinary person's."

"Living a hundred years is easy for me."

"A hundred years from now, I'll still be as lively as I am now."

"I can wait for that genetic medicine."

"With the current pace of technological advancement, a hundred years is enough to develop more drugs."

"But you guys can't wait."

"If you think this drug tarnished your sense of justice and kind."

"Then I'll just stop trying to acquire it."

"It'll save me the trouble."

Everyone: "..."

Wuwuwu!

This arrogant version of our childhood friend is so mean!

They were about to cry.

Chisato suddenly stepped forward, standing in front of Akira, her face puffed up in anger:

"Hmph! Fine, don't take it then."

"I still think using ordinary people as guinea pigs and causing their deaths is wrong."

"Akira, you're too arrogant."

"Even if you're taking the life of a bad person, at least make sure they accept it willingly and justly."

"I'd rather die naturally than see Akira become a blood-stained villain."

"Ah! I almost forgot about Chisato."

"Chisato's the type who'd give up her life to uphold her principles."

Akira ruffled Chisato's hair, joking.

"But for you all, I'm willing to get my hands dirty."

"So, Chisato, you have to live well, okay?"

"My gentleness is only for you."

"To me, everyone else is just a number."

Wuwuwu!

This time, they really couldn't hold back their tears.

Their eyes turned red.

This childhood friend, who had just been so arrogant, suddenly became so gentle.

It caught them completely off guard.

"Are you so moved that you want to throw yourselves into my arms?"

"And agree to join my harem right away?"

"Akira, dream on!"

"This is the one thing we'll never agree to."

The childhood friends, who had just been moved to tears, were instantly hit by Akira's critical hit.

Couldn't this childhood friend let them be moved for just a little longer?

"Geniuses are geniuses because they can't be understood by ordinary logic."

"In the past few years, Amamiya has developed over a hundred different drugs."

"All tested on those trash, but so far, there hasn't been a single death."

"Every patient who's been treated has given us five-star reviews."

"Don't you feel better now?"

"But by curing them, more good people might get hurt because of this trash."

Everyone: "..."

So annoying!

Why does this childhood friend always make us choose between such difficult options?

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