57. Kotaro Kenshin is a Man!

Kotaro Kenshin. He is a reincarnator, a teacher, a husband, a demon slayer, but before all that, he is a man!

And surprisingly, most men are quite simple.

Just a moment before, Masao Maeda was in fear, trembling at his voice, but now…

"Kotaro-sama, you're a genius! From now on, you're my God!"

Now he was worshipping him.

Kotaro's eyebrow twitched at the exaggerated remarks given by Masao before him. But looking at the sparkle in his eyes, he was sure that Masao was dead serious.

As for the credit, it goes to the papers beside Masao, which had some rough scribbles of various clothing designs—women's clothing designs, to be specific.

"Alright."

Whether this man worshipped him or not, it didn't matter for the moment. What mattered the most was…

Kotaro sat down and then patted Masao's shoulders, looking straight into his eyes with a serious face.

"You can do it, right?"

Masao pushed his round glasses, making them shine, and then looked back at him with serious eyes.

"Of course."

Seeing his seriousness, Kotaro nodded, believing he had found the right man for the job. The designs he had from his memories—it wouldn't take long for them to come into his current time.

"Then I'll leave it up to you, Masao."

A moment before, he was calling him Maeda-san, and now it was already on a first-name basis. Men's friendships are like this… It doesn't take too much time to go from enemies to becoming friends.

Though…

"Yes, Kotaro-sama!"

It seemed more like a subordinate rather than a friendship.

…

With the arrival of the uniform and the weapon, the time for slacking off was over. Now, it was truly time for Kotaro and Mitsuri to start hunting demons.

"Huh? Mitsuri-san, where is your uniform?" 

Senjuro looked at Mitsuri, who seemed to be wearing a different set of clothes, even though she had been given the uniform the day before.

"O-Oh, that… Senjuro-kun, the uniform was a bit tight so…"

Mitsuri fidgeted a bit, avoiding eye contact as she continued her explanation.

"So… Kotaro-sama returned the uniform to have it fixed."

If Kotaro were here, he would have caught Mitsuri's lie. Look at her, so blatantly lying. But Senjuro, a child with a pure heart, didn't catch on.

"Is that so? But why are you so red? Are you alright?"

Seeing Senjuro's innocent and worried eyes made Mitsuri feel even more guilty. How could she say that her uniform wasn't returned, but rather torn last night?

'Kotaro-sama is really a beast!'

Now, she thought that the nickname Aiko-san gave to Kotaro-sama was truly fitting.

Remembering last night's events made her blush even more, and she hid her face in her hands out of embarrassment, leaving Senjuro even more confused by her strange behavior.

"Is she really alright?" 

…

The sun had already disappeared, leaving only faint rays in the sky. Dusk was ending, and night was coming.

"Kotaro, Mitsuri, let's go!"

Kyojuro shouted out, and behind him stood the couple, fully geared with their uniforms and weapons, ready to begin their work as official demon slayers.

As for how Mitsuri was now wearing a demon slayer uniform?

It was due to Kotaro's foresight. He had told Masao beforehand to prepare a spare uniform for Mitsuri, just in case something happened during the night.

And it did.

'Sometimes, I'm afraid of my own intelligence.'

Pinch~

"Ouch! What happened, Mitsuri?"

"Hmph!"

Mitsuri just turned her head and hmph-ed, making Kotaro smile wryly. What could he do? Technically, it was his fault for ripping her uniform, but it was out of his control!

When Mitsuri wore the demon slayer uniform, her figure completely matched the image Kotaro had in his mind. How could he stop himself after seeing that?

He's a man, after all!

"Mitsuri, didn't I bought you a new uniform? Stop pouting, alright?"

"…"

Mitsuri looked at him for several seconds, and just when Kotaro thought she had forgiven him, she turned her head again and…

"Hmph!"

'Sigh… why is she angry?'

Kotaro was confused. He was confident that Mitsuri had enjoyed last night as well. If she wasn't angry about the torn clothes, then what was she angry about?

'Should I forgive Kotaro-sama?'

Seeing Kotaro's dejected face made Mitsuri's heart ache a little, and she thought of forgiving him. But then…

'No!'

She shook her head and maintained her stern expression. While she had enjoyed last night, the fact that she had to lie to Senjuro in the morning made her feel guilty.

And Mitsuri decided to vent that guilt on Kotaro, since he was the one who tore the uniform. Moreover…

'This is a good time for revenge.' 

Mitsuri hadn't forgotten how Kotaro-sama used to tease her. Shouldn't she give him some payback? This was the perfect chance for her. 

'None of my moves are working on her. Mitsuri… she seems serious this time.' 

The fact that all his sweet talk wasn't working made Kotaro realize that this time, Mitsuri was being tougher. Before, he could easily coax her, but now she remained unmoved.

'Looks like I'll have to use my trump card.'

Kotaro decided it was time to use his trump card. He, Kotaro Kenshin, wasn't her husband in vain. He knew the most efficient way to coax Mitsuri.

Without any more delay, he took out a box and opened it in front of Mitsuri.

Sniff~

'That smell…'

Mitsuri turned her head and saw Sakuramochi in the box before her.

"Sakuramochi?!"

"Mitsuri, please forgive me."

Once again, in the game of love, Mitsuri lost and Kotaro won.

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