Chapter 39

Author's Note:

Double chapter, hope you enjoy.

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Angelie and I walked side by side through the streets of Kuoh. With a well-fitted uniform, shoes in perfect condition and a backpack in shoulders, my goal or rather, our goal is to reach Kuoh Academy.

"The drawings turned out amazing. But I hope you're not overwhelmed by my request," I tilted my head slightly towards the blonde walking beside me.

"I'm fine. Drawing is a passion I inherited from our ancestors," She smiled pleasantly at me. "Drawing the naruto manga has been a pleasant first experience. Although I must say --- There are some things I think we could improve in the story."

Naruto's novel was a success and the budget for the manga adaptation was released. The choice of mangaka or studio was up to me.

I have a raised eyebrow at her and ask, "And what would that be? No offense, but the sales have already been a success. I don't see any reason to change anything in the adaptation."

"The ninjas, background and story are great," She praised and could feel the criticism coming, "But there's still something missing. It's like a missing piece in a jigsaw puzzle."

I just keep walking and silently wait for what she has to say.

"It lacks passion. It lacks fire to spice up the story. Passion and a dose of fiery emotion," she said with great excitement and a creepy smile.

"Ummm," I was kind of afraid to ask, but I worked up enough courage and, "What do you suggest then?"

"Give Naruto a sister. An older sister to be exact. The two are twins and she was born two minutes early," she said very excitedly. "Don't you see the advantage in that? Do villagers mistreat naruto? She castrates them all and makes them recognize how insignificant they are."

I unconsciously took my protectiveness over my Johnson and a shiver ran up my spine.

Cough.

"I don't think, ummm-- maybe this idea doesn't work," I said very carefully. "If she's about the same age as naruto, would it be a little too much for a kid her age to be so --- Violent?"

She raises an eyebrow at me at the word 'violent', but she just keeps waiting for what I had to say.

"Not to mention that Naruto is a story aimed at very young teenagers. Our intention is not to scare them. And I don't think the Hokage and others of Konoha's might would take kindly to naruto's sister injuring so many villagers, no matter how bad they be."

"What's wrong with his sister being a little bit protective?" she asked me a little confused.

It was hard not to get out of character and yell 'Just a little bit?'

"The villagers and the Hokage would understand the 'violence' and deaths --after all --- It's love between siblings," She says a little breathlessly and excitedly.

"..."

Even some people flocked to the streets and walked away from Angelie, as she seemed to emanate an imaginary miasma.

"That's another problem. I don't think Japan and other countries would take the --- er-- such close sibling relationship lightly," I explained a little cautiously.

"Hmph! Ignorant fools," she huffed.

Angelie had a philosophy of life.

"Love between siblings is something pure and much deeper than ordinary dull lovers."

"Naruto already has Hinata."

"And?" she asked me as if I had said something stupid.

"He can have that dull one too," she says naturally, "As long as his sister is always first in naruto's heart, she doesn't see a problem with that."

"I think~," Before I could deny her idea of ​​modifying naruto.

"Ahhh!" she sighed excitedly. "I already have her personality defined. SHE LOVES HER BROTHER - and likes art. She loves her brother - and likes flowers. She loves her brother - and loves to draw him. She~" she continues talking madly.

Every detail that added to the personality of naruto's 'sister', she made sure to emphasize that she loved her brother.

"And she can teach naruto many things. Hehe." She let out a perverted laugh and held up her hand to hide her smile. "Many things..."

We arrived at the school's front 30 minutes early, and I turned to face her with a tight smile.

"It's an older sister's duty to teach her younger brothers the finer things in life," she said amidst the endless daydreams. "So many possibilities. So many different perspectives."

Some students who arrived earlier whispered to see her and I talking. Not to mention the suspicious red on her cheeks.

"Naruto has the potential to become a masterpiece," she nodded at me with her eyes closed.

"We'll talk about that later," I didn't have the energy to deny her now. "I'm moving on. I think you have a meeting before in the staff room?"

"Oh? Yes, there's that." Her expression saddens at the thought of parting with me.

"Hey. It's only thirty minutes. My first class is English and I'll see you soon."

Although Angelie was…intense in her love.

I hated to see her sad.

She smiles and nods at me.

After we parted, I could finally breathe.

The school's entrance hall has stairs that you could climb to the upper floors. The second year classes were now on the second floor and so that was the direction I should go.

However...

As with every start of the school year, the first week is marked as the school's club recruitment week.

Several tables were positioned in the lobby and students were lining up and writing their names on the tables.

"Hey!" yelled a shrill voice, causing me to stop in my tracks and look to the right.

Dressed in a Kimono were those same two girls, Katase and Murayama. And in the background, facing me, is a group of girls around a table with the 'Kendo Club' banner.

There were at least 20 of them staring at me in the background.

"Do you want to join the~" before she finished speaking.

"No thanks. I'm already part of the photography club," I immediately declined.

"Hmph. Impolite," Katase crossed her arms and looked to the side. "You didn't even wait until we finished the invitation."

"You," Murayama looks indignant at my refusal, gritting her teeth.

I was the first of the perverted trio that the Kendo club tried to recruit, as I was the first of the three to arrive at the school.

"I thought the Kendo club was only for women. I remember you girls emphasizing that in the past," I asked casting a suspicious glance in their direction.

In the past the perverted trio tried to get into the kendo club. Of course, none of them were really interested in learning how to use a sword.

Their goal was just to be surrounded by so many girls.

"F-For the sake of the coed school, w-we've decided to forgo this rule," stammered Katase before turning to her friend and saying, "Isn't that right?"

"T-That's right," Murayama hastily nodded.

Very suspicious.

"Like I said, I'm in the photography club. Thanks for the invite," I said as I turned to walk away.

"W-Wait," shouted Murayama.

"?" I turned to her a little annoyed at the insistence.

She has a slight red on her cheek and says looking around, "Ummm-- there's a hole in the club's dressing room wall. I think one of us slipped and ended up opening it by accident."

Slip and open a hole in the wall? Didn't they have a better excuse?

The kendo girls in the background looked around, pretending not to hear or understand that insinuation.

It was depressing to see them so desperate.

Please Issei, Matsuda, continue your perversions with the kendo club in the name of my peace, I wished internally.

"Have you tried calling the janitor? I'm sure he can help you with the hole in the wall."

Murayama's mouth dropped open at my response and an indignant expression soon emerged, "How dare you?"

All the other girls who pretended to be deaf with Murayama's proposal turned to me indignantly.

"? Well, since you guys don't have anything else to say," I turned around and said with my back to them. "I'm withdrawing."

"You! You'll still regret it, Motohama!" shouted Murayama from afar.

Other non-club students whispering for another suspicious interaction around me. Earlier it was their teacher (Angelie) blushing when talking to me and now it looked like the kendo club had matters to resolve with me.

A lot of gossip and theories arose out of this.

"Murayama, what do we do now?" Katase asked worriedly to her friend.

The other girls in the club were also voicing their indignation.

"Let's show them that we're better options than the occult club," Murayama said as she clenched her fists in determination.

Sometimes humans just need to lose something to realize how much they appreciate it.

Though perverted and a little inconvenient… It wasn't so bad to be spied on.

But most importantly all...

They missed running after them with Shinai (Bamboo Sword), the adrenaline of seeing them running in desperation was exciting.

Not to mention the pleasure of punishing them.

"We'll do our best and stop the enemy from upsetting the school's morals," Murayama says inspiringly and the girls from the kendo club look at her determinedly. "We will keep the peace for the school sake."