The only result she detected was—
Utterly ordinary!
A regular person whose physical constitution was just a "tiny bit" stronger than average.
The faint trace of "Kusanagi" bloodline within him was so diluted it was almost negligible.
Like an eighteenth-generation distant relative.
Nothing else.
"How... how is this possible?!"
Chizuru's mind churned with massive waves!
Could it be... I was mistaken?
Is he really just an unremarkable nobody? Then why am I so strongly attracted to him?
Just as her focus wavered—
Cloud suddenly moved.
Those hands that had been "behaving themselves" around her waist shot upward like lightning, covering her delicate hands on the handlebars!
"Pay attention, Wangan Queen."
Cloud's voice whispered in her ear like a devil's murmur.
"Can't be looking around while driving, you know."
With that, he seized control of the motorcycle!
BOOM!!!
The red Ducati roared as if injected with a "soul," letting out an unprecedented howl as it instantly broke the sound barrier in a completely physics-defying, "magical" manner!
In that moment, Chizuru felt like she wasn't riding a motorcycle.
She was... piloting a fighter jet!
Watching this man control the steel beast with one hand, taming it completely, her bright phoenix eyes filled with shock.
She knew she had encountered an extraordinary... "monster."
When Cloud—using riding skills so "magical" that Newton would climb out of his grave to curse—completed three laps of that abandoned coastal highway with Chizuru, setting what would undoubtedly be a new track record...
This "Wangan Queen" who feared nothing finally experienced what it meant to get... motion sickness.
She steadied herself against her beloved Ducati—which now felt like a hot potato—and removed her helmet. Her cheeks still carried an abnormal flush from the extreme speeds.
Those bright phoenix eyes were filled with lingering fear from barely surviving, mixed with an even stronger curiosity—like having discovered a new continent!
She watched the man casually hop off the rear seat, even having the leisure to stretch, and felt her worldview had been fundamentally shattered.
Who the hell IS this guy?!
How could an ordinary person with no trace of "qi" fluctuation in his body possess such terrifying riding skills?!
Could he be... the legendary "Akina Mountain God" who somehow crossed over into this world?!
After that heart-pounding deep probe, Chizuru could now confirm with 120% certainty that the faint "Kusanagi bloodline" in this man was definitely "watered down"!
Its concentration was so thin it was even weaker than some gate guard at the Kusanagi compound.
So she reached what she considered the most "reasonable" conclusion—
This guy was almost certainly some good-for-nothing from a branch family of the Kusanagi clan.
Relying on his decent looks and some racing skills he'd "picked up god-knows-where," he was probably out here posing and scamming girls—a total... playboy!
Thinking this, Chizuru's gaze toward Cloud became rather complicated.
There was contempt, there was disdain, but also a trace of... damnable curiosity and attraction that even she hadn't noticed.
She couldn't help it—this "playboy" was genuinely handsome.
More importantly, his riding skills were genuinely... sick.
Just as the atmosphere grew somewhat awkward, a piercing engine roar and chuuni-filled shouting shattered the night's silence.
"Hahaha! It's the Crimson Comet! Boys, we're gonna be rich!"
"Take her down! Grab her bike! We'll be the new legends of the bay!"
Seven or eight "ghost fire" scooters spewing multicolored exhaust, like flies drawn to blood, surrounded them from both ends of the highway.
A group of sleazy thugs—clearly "cannon fodder" at a glance—jumped off their bikes wielding baseball bats and steel pipes, faces twisted menacingly.
Cloud sighed at the sight, cracking his wrists, preparing to perform the classic "hero saves the beauty" routine.
But before he could act—
Chizuru beside him had already furrowed her brows in annoyance.
"A bunch of flies who don't know when they're dead."
Her voice remained crisp and pleasant, but now carried a bone-chilling, queenly coldness!
She didn't even move her feet.
Just casually raised her right hand and waved lightly at the shouting thugs.
"Hummm—!!!"
An invisible force field—imperceptible to the eye yet capable of warping space—swept out like a tsunami!
Those thugs who'd been showing off a second ago didn't even have time to scream before being seized by an invisible giant hand!
Men and motorcycles alike were lifted dozens of meters into the air!
Then tossed like garbage into the roadside ditch, raising a few insignificant splashes.
The entire process was fluid, clean, efficient.
Even... somewhat elegant.
Cloud: "..."
He silently lowered the fist he'd half-raised, wearing an "awkward but polite" smile.
Well then.
I forgot the lady beside me is a hidden big-shot at Absolute Domain 60%!
Guess this "hero" has... no stage to perform on?
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