'Hey, sorry about the night. I was going to come over without anyone finding out ...... haha, but as you can see, I got caught.


　Midnight.
　An unexpected visitor came to the abandoned house of the Hiruko School where I was staying.

''My Lord,'' he said. It's possible that this person may have been planning to scratch the Lord's neck in his sleep. What shall we do?

　For some reason, Anko, who had been entrusted with the night's security, is upbeat as she grabs Masamune by the scruff of the neck.

　But looking at the expression on Masamune's face, unfortunately, it's not going to turn out to be as bloody as Anko wants it to be.

'Thanks for the effort, Anko. I'm sorry, but this guy is a customer.
Ah, master. Aha, what a shame.

...... Oh no, what a horrible lover you are!

　Masamune shuddered at Anko's mutterings and said with trepidation.
　After all, those with some ability seem to be somewhat aware of Anko's out-of-the-ordinary strength. Their instincts would quickly determine that they can't win.

　Anko, on the other hand, was in a good mood, probably because she was told she was his girlfriend, and left again for security.

　I look for a cushion for Masamune to sit on, but I can't find anything like it. I had no choice, so I led Masamune to the futon that Akaneko had prepared for us.

　Masamune sits down on the futon. It's a man's gesture, just like a man.

　But she looks like a woman. It is true that she is dressed as a man and has a neutral appearance, but she looks like a woman to me.
　Maybe it's because she's quite beautiful. Her short hair, which is a bit long for a man, is frizzy and curly in places, and slightly damp, and I could tell from the fact that she had come out of the bath a little while ago.

　After a moderate amount of observation, I sat down in the same way to face Masamune and took a breath before opening my mouth.


'So, what can I do for you?'
Well, what the hell are you doing here, anyway?
Yeah, I know.

　Masamune looked at me blankly.
　I opened my mouth, one tongue lashing at the deliberate act.

'So let's put it this way. I don't want you. I want what's inside you.
What's inside: ......?
Don't play dumb. If that's the way you want to play it, so be it, but ...... you're not hearing from me anymore.

　I'll push and if not, I'll pull back.

　The fact that Masamune visited me means that this guy is more than a little curious.


　What is that, of course, in the Battoujutsu. I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this.


"............

　Masamune hears my words and hesitates for a while.

　I guess the scales are swinging in her mind right now. Yes, change or maintain, the choice between the two.

　And she has chosen--.


Can you hear me?


　--Change!


　I grin and pan!　I clapped my hands.
　Somehow, I was in the mood to clap my hands.

　To drop something and get something out of it. Kudos to you for your courage in deciding to take a stand.


"So, if that makes you feel better, let's hear it. I'm convinced. If you're willing to be yourself.
Excuse me, are you rude?
Oh. I'm tired of the guys who are just trying to make a show of themselves, but they don't want to have to come up to me with all kinds of tricks to teach me. As for me, I'd rather talk more intimately and frankly.
I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry about that, but it's a pretty big deal for me, too: ......
I don't know about that, but I'm sure they won't do anything wrong.
"...... You're strange, my dear. Don't people tell you you look different a lot?
I've been told that a lot.
Yeah.

　Masamune laughs quietly, "Hmmm," and then takes a deep breath once.

　'Hmmm,' he takes a breath and seems ready to talk.



'My father was rubbish,'


　The first thing he said was something outrageous.

My father was the son-in-law of Miss Sumire, the head of the Kisshou School, but he had an affair with a servant. He had an affair and I was born to his servant.
'What ...... did you cheat on me when I was a son-in-law?'
Yes.
No, it's awesome, your dad.

　How messed up is that guy?

And you know what, my mother was a piece of shit too.
Hey, hey.
I was trying to hijack the Kissho style. Pretending I was a boy.

　What about ......?　What do you mean?

'Between Iemoto Violet-sama and my father, sister Thistle, that is, a girl was born. But if a boy was born there, then .......
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. What about your bloodline?
I don't care. The Kissho school is a meritocracy. Besides, Father and Sumire are like a branch family and the head family, a cousin.
I mean, if you're a man, and you're at least a little bit related, and you're good.
'Yes. He is almost certainly going to be the next Iemoto of the Kissho School. The male chauvinism on this island is deeply rooted. Hence, my mother kept lying about my gender.
Like a bad parent.
Yeah, it's not good, is it?

　Masamune nodded with a laugh.

'But one day they found out,'
Well, I guess so.

　It's not something you can hide from forever.

"My mother had her head cut off in front of everyone. My father was thrown in a cell until he died. And then I became Lady Violet's daughter-in-law.
...... wow.

　Pretty nasty.

The rest is as you can see. Because of my talent, I was hated by both Sumire-sama and my sister Azami, and it was difficult for me to stay in the Kissho style, so I left the school early. As Benzai-ryu.
I see.

　Certainly, Masamune has talent. It's a close call, I would say. That's why they'll be jealous of him. It's the fate of the ranker.

'And I kind of understand why he's dressed as a man.
Right?　By the time I got to the point where I was like, "Okay, I'm going to live as a girl today," there was no more room for correction. I had no idea what a girl's life was supposed to be like, and I acted too much like a man, and I didn't know what a girl's life was supposed to be.

　I think I heard a similar story from some saint just recently.
　How often do people come from that kind of family environment?

'Well, but I think I'm becoming more and more of a woman these days. I guess it's largely because I've been in touch with everyone.
You mean everyone is a student of the Bensai School? Why do you only collect women?
As I said before, this island is very male-dominated. So I thought I'd help you out.
You're building a strong army of women.
'It's not that big of a deal, but yes, women do it too!　I guess.
If you see that level of skill, you'll do it!　It's more than just that, though, your dojo. At least better than Daikoku-ryu.
'Really?　I'm so happy for you.

　Masamune leaned forward and gave him a surprised look, and he was pleased with a big smile. I thought she was a cool beauty, but she's surprisingly full of emotion.


''Ah ...... I don't know if I've ever talked to someone so lightly before. I was expecting it to be heavier than that, but it's a wonder to me. You're a great listener.
'I'm usually the talker. You're a good talker, aren't you?
Maybe. Oh, yeah. Come and talk to me while you're at it.
It's fine. It's okay.

　The time is already around 1am.

　No more ....... Let's go all out with them at this point.


The kids in the dojo have been so depressing lately.
Hey, you didn't have to say anything.
Because you saw it, didn't you?　That's every day. ......
Isn't that the way you wanted it to be?
"At first I felt good about it, but then ...... after so many years. I'm not a prince for everyone. I'm not everyone's prince. ......
Why can't you just be yourself?
...... Quite a few people with nothing but the bare bones to say.
'Oh?　Do you think I'm an idiot?
Oh, you're mad?　Sorry, sorry, I was just kidding!

　The Masamune guy is so talkative.
　So you're starting to get your engine going: .......

'Hey, what do you think I should do?'
What do you want to do about it ......?
I want to get along with everyone and be myself. ...... People probably want me to be the prince.
It's not working.
I know. ......

　This is not gonna go away easily.

"Give up. Or you can let it all out, like, slowly.
Slowly?
If the blue flowers in a flower bed suddenly turn red the next day, people would be surprised, but if the color turns purple and then red over the next year or two, no one would pay much attention. It's just a matter of how it happens.
Mr. Second.
What the f*ck?
You're a genius, aren't you?
I've been told that a lot.

　They were so pleased.
　Masamune seemed to like the idea of a slow operation, muttering "slowly, slowly" incessantly.

　Okay, now, genius, let's move on to the subject at hand.


Well, Masamune, there is one thing I want to tell you. I have a message for you.
...... Yeah. So this is it.

　When I start, Masamune, perhaps sensing the content of the conversation, quickly straightens up.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.


　--You can't get rid of them. I had made fun of her for a while, but I'll have to change my mind.

　She really is a samurai, isn't she? On this island, in this world, on this island, she is an unmistakable samurai.

　It's ...... a strange feeling to be giving advice to such a samurai.

　But I'm right about this one. I'm absolutely confident that I'm number one in the Mövius Online world rankings. With that belief in mind, I broke the silence.


''You're facing the back end.

............
............

.................. What, that's it?
It's over.

What?


　Masamune rolled backwards with an exaggerated surprise.

　Maybe he thought he was a man, or maybe he was simply getting excited, but he was caught off guard anyway.


'Ah.'


　...... I couldn't help but speak up.

　Because I caught a glimpse of it (...)


"Ah!

　Masamune got up with a bang, and with a bang, she held her hand between her thighs.


　And after a moment of silence.


'Did you see ......?'


　Masamune says in a voice that sounds like a mosquito buzzing.


　.............


　I am.


You're slow at drawing swords. You're not very good at it, are you?　Then take the rear end, even if it's a little too hard. Your dynamic vision is very good, practice taking the first swing at the opponent's first sword. I'm not talking about lazy practice, you need to specialize in this area and create a strike. Come up with at least three. If you do that, you'll soon see results.


　I ignored him.



'You saw ............, didn't you?'


　Masamune, too, ignored him.



　They stared at each other in silence.

　This tension ...... is like a Bishamon battle.




"--and excuse me!　Jeez, that really hurts.　Now you're done!


　Masamune turned red and walked away.
　He was walking with the same one's hands and feet out together.


　The time was 3:30am.
　A little after six o'clock, the red cat is already coming.

'...... need to go to bed?'

　I'm not going to get much sleep tonight. In more ways than one.