Tokyo Yandere Girlfriend

Chapter 43

Shiratori Kiyoya stood on the floor gripping his bamboo sword with both hands, waiting for Hasegawa Saori to finish fastening her headgear. His mind was still wondering what exactly she was up to.

Earlier, he had refused because, on one hand, he knew the gap between him and Saori was just too big—there was no need to compare. On the other hand, he had brought Takahashi Mio along today and didn't want her to know too much about his past.

Of course, he didn't care about others' opinions. After all, he rarely put effort into socializing in the club; he was just an acquaintance to these people. Even if he got beaten badly, he didn't care what they thought of him. After all, anyone stepping onto this floor would have their bamboo sword leave them questioning their life.

But since she had said something like "a lifetime request," it was really hard to refuse. In his memory, Saori rarely ever asked him for anything. Even on birthdays, she never made any requests, and gifts were out of the question.

The bracelet and wooden sword he gave her were treasured beyond measure; she'd hold the wooden sword and smile foolishly all day long. But if you asked what he gave her the most, it was shoes. Her athletic talent was incredible—when she trained, she could run from morning till night.

What was most important was the force she put on the ground when running. If the shoes weren't good quality, the soles would fall off after just a day or two.

Her biggest hobbies were eating and sleeping; she had almost no other desires. Besides being a bit clingy, she was easy to take care of.

On the contrary, she never refused any of his requests. He told her to practice kendo properly, and she stuck to it daily, rain or shine, never slacking off. He told her to study seriously, and she could stare at test papers all day, eyes reddening.

Of course, even so, she rarely got many answers right. It was as if God opened the window and then promptly closed the door.

In short, no matter what he asked her to do, Hasegawa Saori would give two hundred percent effort and fight hard. Even if she was bad at it and clumsy, she'd never refuse.

No one worked harder than her. Shiratori Kiyoya still believed that having someone as pure as her in this world was a blessing. Simple and adorable, clear as uncut jade—there was no better way to describe her.

It had been a long time since they last met. Memories flooded back, and Kiyoya felt a wave of emotion. He believed that if they met in another place, it would be much more pleasant.

But he was also confused—why was Saori, such a pure person, acting so stubborn today? Did she want to beat him up? They had been broken up for over three years. That didn't seem like something she would do...

Just then, Hasegawa Saori finished putting on her gear and stood opposite him.

Here she comes.

Kiyoya put away his thoughts. Even though Saori was a head shorter than him, just standing in front of her and witnessing her terrifying skill made him feel a crushing pressure wash over him like a tidal wave.

"Hu..." Shiratori Kiyoya took a deep breath. Following protocol, they bowed to each other, then tightly gripped their bamboo swords.

"Beep!"

The whistle blew. His muscles tensed as he kept his eyes on her feet and the movements of her hands.

Even if he couldn't win, he would at least give it his all.

"Swish!"

The moment Hasegawa Saori moved, a gust of wind rushed toward him.

Kiyoya's heart sank, and he quickly raised his bamboo sword to block her strike.

However, when Saori was just a step away, her footsteps suddenly faltered.

Then Kiyoya felt his bamboo sword lightly tapped.

?

Instead of the expected fierce attack, nothing came. Kiyoya was stunned.

What was this new sword technique? He didn't remember this in the kendo style he had exchanged for her.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, he suddenly felt a weight on him.

He realized the girl had pounced on him, her bamboo sword resting on his arm.

"?"

Fujiyama Takao, standing nearby as the referee, widened his eyes, unsure whether to raise the white flag or the red flag. (In kendo, each side's headgear is adorned with either red or white cloth strips to help the referee decide who scores first.)

"Uh? Shiratori-kun, are we part of your little play here too?" he thought.

The entire dojo fell silent for two seconds before a murmur of discussion rose.

Kiyoya's eyelids twitched as he reached out and pushed the girl in front of him, whispering, "Saori, what are you doing?"

"My foot slipped."

"..."

Kiyoya opened his mouth but felt Saori's excuse was too lame. He urged, "Get up quickly."

"I can't get up..."

Saori said, rubbing against him and taking a deep breath.

Noticing her movement, Kiyoya felt a pang in his heart and spoke sternly, "If you don't get up, I'm leaving now."

"Oh, then I'm fine."

That seemed to work. Hasegawa Saori nodded slightly, then steadied herself and took two steps back.

"Beep!"

Fujiyama Takao seemed to be enjoying the show, deliberately waiting for Saori to get up before blowing the whistle. Kiyoya glared at him fiercely through his mask.

He really didn't know if this guy had any referee ethics at all. A complete failure! Dishonoring the spirit of kendo!

"White side foul, prepare for the second round."

With Fujiyama's declaration, they returned to their positions.

"Beep!"

As the whistle blew again, Hasegawa Saori dashed toward Shiratori Kiyoya like a shooting star.

This time, Kiyoya was on guard and quickly stepped aside, thrusting his bamboo sword at Saori's throat.

"Pop!"

Saori's bamboo sword slid off his blade tip, and she pressed down hard with her palm, deflecting Kiyoya's sword.

As he tried to adjust his stance, the girl flicked his bamboo sword with a backhand and pressed close.

Again?!

Kiyoya was stunned. Just as he wanted to turn and dodge, the girl had already slipped into his arms...

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

The crowd below erupted in chaos, the noisy chatter rising and falling.

"What are they doing? Even if they're throwing the match, can't it be this obvious? What kind of play is this?"

"This is clearly throwing a Pacific Ocean."

"Did they switch players? Is that still the same monster from before?"

"What are they doing? What's Shiratori-kun doing?"

"Why does this look like a foreplay scene from some movie?"

"Can I borrow a line..."

"......"

Yokoyama Miyu's mouth dropped open, disbelief written all over her face. She felt like the sky was falling.

Saori, what on earth are you doing? Is this your real purpose?

She had guessed that Hasegawa Saori liked this guy called Shiratori, but she never expected her to do something like this...

......

In the corner, Takahashi Mio bit her lip, eyes narrowed, coldly staring at the two on the floor.

Her slender fingers pressed into the foam board, leaving nail marks.

After a long moment, she took a deep breath, pulled out her phone from her pocket, and took seven or eight photos of the two.

She opened Kitajo Shione's chat window and sent over two selected photos.

......

Literal Translation:

"Kiyoya-kun..."

She called out softly.

There was no response.

"...I'm sorry."

Still no answer.

Polished English Version:

"Kiyoya..."

She called his name softly.

No response.

"...I'm sorry."

Still, silence.