Chapter 125: Pink sensei's death

Saturday had finally arrived, marking the anticipated launch day for Seiya's newly crafted Pokémon game. The promotional efforts had been executed swiftly, leaving him confident that a substantial profit awaited him.

The Pokémon franchise stood as a colossal gaming empire, a testament to years of hard work and dedication from developers who poured blood and sweat into their creations in Seiya's previous life. The anime adaptation played a crucial role in eliciting nostalgia, captivating even those in their golden years.

However, Seiya acknowledged a significant hurdle: his Pokémon game lacked several elements present in the renowned franchise, suggesting that it might not garner the same attention as its predecessors.

Despite these challenges, Seiya remained unwavering in his belief that the game would achieve tremendous success. There was an undeniable allure in the concept of enslaving creatures and making them fight against each other, a phenomenon that resonated deeply in the people through ancient times.

For those who don't know, Seiya also has a mission for the game.

[Main Quest: Let's make a game.

Since the host has made his name in music and novel, it's time to touch the field of video games.

Objective: Create at least one video game and sell it before next week Saturday.

Rewards: 50,000 System Points

Additional Reward: Ability: Exercise update if the game was made for any handheld console.

Additional Reward: ??? If the sales reach 5,000 at least 1,500 Yen.

Note: The rest of the additional rewards will depend on the success of the game.]

And thus, with today marking the game's launch, Seiya anticipated the possibility of finally completing his mission.

"Man, I'm so handsome," Seiya thought, checking himself out in a building's mirror. He couldn't help but admire the perfection he saw. God must've taken ages to make someone this piece of perfection.

But then he noticed people giving him weird looks as he posed in the middle of the street. Can't a charming guy appreciate his own charm in peace?

Yep, Seiya was just wandering around with no real aim today. The game launch was happening at Amagi Brilliant Park, but he hadn't bothered showing up. He left all the work to Aisu, Isuzu, and the others, including Eriri and Utaha, who were at the park.

So, why was he alone? Truth was, Seiya needed some alone time. He'd been stuck with his girls or buried in the Pokémon project for weeks. Hanging out with gorgeous girls or hustling for success was cool, but he needed a breather to sort out his thoughts.

He knew his friends and family might feel let down not seeing him at the park, but he didn't stress about it. The worst might be getting an earful from his aunt, Aisu, later tonight.

And so, Seiya Kanie sought a day to himself. But...

"Bored," he muttered, expecting a leisurely day wandering around, maybe catching some "Pokémon" (hint: women) and having a blast. Who knew he'd be bored out of his mind in minutes?

The notion of returning to the park and lending a hand did briefly flit across his mind. Yet, upon reflection, he dismissed the idea swiftly. He anticipated the familiar cycle: arriving at the park, expressing discontent about his supposed day off, and eventually getting entangled in the same old dilemma.

Clueless on what to do next, he continued strolling until he spotted Café Stile. "Let's kill some time there," he rubbed his chin.

The café presented itself as an oasis of emptiness, a haven where he could indulge in delectable desserts or savor a relaxing cup of coffee. Additionally, there lingered the prospect of encountering old friends or even familiar faces from various anime series.

For the uninitiated, Café Stile served as the workplace for the characters of the Blend S anime. It boasted a unique concept—a maid café with staff portraying diverse roles. Among them, Maika Sakuranomiya stood out; she had been Seiya's desk mate during their first year of high school.

Without hesitation, Seiya pushed the door and entered the café's confines.

"W-welcome to o-our café, mas….ter?" greeted an unexpected face. The woman was adorned in a striking short dark maid outfit, her hourglass figure enhancing the allure. However, it was her long pink hair, elegantly braided to the sides, that framed an expression of utmost seriousness—a face Seiya knew all too well.

"Kirisu-sensei?" Seiya's lips twitched, a grin inevitably breaking across his face.

"K-Kanie-kun?!" Mafuyu Kirisu blurted before her fuse tripped.

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"Embarrassment! Embarrassment!" Kirisu's face turned as red as a tomato. It was bad enough that she was caught in such a revealing maid outfit, but the fact that it was Seiya Kanie, one of her students, witnessing her in this compromising position made it all the more humiliating.

Her visit to the café had started innocently enough, a detour from school to satisfy her sweet tooth. Little did she know that it would result in an incident involving a former student, Miu Amano, and a cascade of broken dishes. In a bizarre turn of events, Kirisu found herself donning a maid outfit to compensate for the chaos she unintentionally caused.

Yet fate had a cruel sense of humor, assigning her the role of greeting none other than Seiya Kanie, one of the school's top students.

The thought of Seiya witnessing her in such an exposed and vulnerable state left Kirisu's carefully constructed facade in shambles.

Seiya had already glimpsed the chaos of Kirisu's room (or as he called it, the "garbage dump"), and now he had the pleasure of seeing her in a maid dress.

Her meticulously cultivated strong persona now lay in tatters that she had built over the years.

Worse still, Seiya always seemed to be surrounded by a multitude of people. If word got out about today's adventure, Kirisu could lick her teaching career goodbye.

"Um... Kirisu-sensei, you don't have to work if you don't want to," Miu suggested, seated across from her, nursing a plastered leg but still mobile.

"Denied. I committed, so I'll see it through," Kirisu declared firmly, though her legs quivered with nervousness.

"Your call," Miu shrugged, opting to observe. As a manga artist, this interaction between an embarrassed teacher in a maid outfit and a charming student promised ample creative stimulation.

Armed with a tray carrying a cappuccino and mango cake, Kirisu ventured into the main hall. However, her confidence shattered when she locked eyes with Seiya's mischievous grin. A mere meter's distance felt like a treacherous journey to a demon king's castle for Mafuyu Kirisu.

"Come on, Kirisu, you've got this. Nothing is insurmountable," she reminded herself, drawing strength from the heroic tales she'd studied in world history. She knew that most challenges heroes faced were conquered through sheer willpower and determination.

Kirisu, with her heart racing, carried the tray of treats towards Seiya Kanie, her usually composed demeanor rattled by nerves. Each step felt like a tightrope walk, trying to balance not just the delicate crockery but her own jittery legs.

Just as she neared Seiya's table, fate decided to play a mischievous game. Her heel betrayed her, causing a tumultuous twist. The tray took flight, a gravity-defying arc, and Kirisu herself was on the verge of a rather embarrassing fall.

But before she could brace for impact, Seiya's voice sliced through the chaos. "Watch out!"

In a flurry of swift reflexes, he swooped in with the grace of a ninja. With one arm, he cradled Kirisu, saving her from a calamitous fall. Simultaneously, the other arm extended like a seasoned juggler to catch the flying tray of treats.

Their gazes locked in that split second, startled and suspended in mid-air. However, a jolt of surprise coursed through both when Seiya's leg slipped as well, causing their lips met, a fleeting yet electrifying touch that lasted less than a heartbeat.

Name: Mafuyu Kirisu

Occupation: Teacher

Reason of death: Embarrassment after kissing a student.