Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The water balloon in Makoto's hand had been replaced by a rubber ball, officially entering the second stage of Rasengan training.
During this time, Yukino ultimately failed to join the police department's investigation team… after all, her background wasn't as strong as Shinichi's.
Secondly, although she kept saying that Makoto knew disguise techniques, she couldn't prove that she could find him.
She couldn't just grab someone randomly on the street and start pinching their face, could she?
But in fact, Yukino did have this ability.
She was a Sensor-type Ninja.
Although she wasn't very proficient yet, as long as someone nearby used Ninjutsu or manipulated Chakra, she could sense it.
The problem was… she couldn't tell Inspector Megure and the others about this.
So, she was rejected.
Because of this, Yukino established a [Service Club] at Shuchi'in Academy.
Although when she submitted the application, she was the only member, and according to regulations, she couldn't form a club, she found Shizuka who pulled some strings for her.
After establishing it, Yukinshita Yukino didn't just sit in the club room all day waiting for members to come to her like in the original work. Instead, she took the initiative to recruit people.
The people she recruited were Chizuru, Eriri, and Hachiman—
All of them were game players who had previously entered the Naruto World.
The only one she didn't recruit was Airi. After all, she would never agree, and it was highly likely she would tell Nishikawa Makoto about this.
And the first club activity Yukino established after founding the Service Club was—
Find Makoto and bring him to justice.
To this end, she wanted to use the power of these players.
"This is the purpose of my founding the Service Club. As those who have already become superpowered beings, we should restrain our power and not use it to do evil like Nishikawa Makoto."
In the Service Club's clubroom, Yukino spoke righteously to the three people she had called over.
Hachiman, Eriri, and Chizuru looked at each other.
A few seconds later, Sawamura Eriri spoke first:
"I think what you're saying makes sense. But I'm already a member of the Art Club, and I don't want to join your club. Can I go now?"
Chizuru also chimed in:
"I, I still have my part-time job, so I'll be going now. Yukinoshita-san, good luck."
The two casually found excuses and quickly left.
Yukino looked at Hachiman.
He blinked, looking troubled:
"Um... I'm just a normal student. I don't want to go against Nishikawa Makoto."
Hachiman thought Yukino was completely insane.
She actually wanted to go after Makoto? Did she really think he wouldn't kill her?
It was safer to stay far away from such a madman.
...
Shortly after Chizuru left school, a black sedan slowly stopped beside her.
She skillfully opened the back door and got in.
The sedan drove as usual towards the Yukinoshita Family's Japanese-style mansion.
Half an hour later, the master bedroom echoed as usual with the sound of hitting the wall.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Mrs. Yukinoshita had gradually gotten used to it.
At least on the surface, she could remain calm.
But as for what she was thinking inside, only she knew.
Haruno and the Yukinoshita Family's head, on the other hand, looked constipated.
Over these past half month, they had witnessed Makoto's training scenes more than once and had become increasingly aware of how terrifying this young man, the same age as their younger daughter, was. They had long since abandoned any thought of calling the police.
But—
Could he please not act like he owned the place?
Couldn't he do this kind of thing when they weren't at home?
Two hours passed, and the noise still hadn't stopped.
The Yukinoshita Family's head spoke awkwardly:
"He, he should be done by now. He's just hitting the wall to save face..."
'Damn, my and my wife's marital bed wouldn't collapse, would it?'
Hearing this, Mrs. Yukinoshita glanced at her husband.
'Did he think everyone was like him?'
Instantly, the Yukinoshita Family's head felt his dignity as a man was insulted.
Another half hour passed before Makoto's 'wall-hitting' finally ended.
In the master bedroom, Makoto took a swig of the iced cola placed on the bedside table.
Many men like to have a cigarette after finishing the deed, but Nishikawa Makoto didn't smoke, so he substituted it with fatty happy water.
It was pretty great too.
—Oh, and it had to be in a glass bottle.
After Chizuru recovered, Makoto handed her the cola with only one sip left:
"Want some?"
Using the last bit of her strength, Chizuru reached out and drank the remaining cola in one go.
Since she had already eaten everything, she didn't mind eating a little of Makoto's saliva at all.
Makoto then handed over the fifteen thousand yen he had placed on the table in advance:
"Here, for three hours."
Yeah, after the first time he raised the price, the money Makoto gave Chizuru had returned to the normal rate.
According to him—
"You don't have your steamed bun anymore, so you're not worth that price."
When she first heard this, Chizuru was of course very angry and planned to never take Makoto's orders again.
But within two days, she obediently came back.
She herself didn't know why.
Maybe it was because that feeling... she didn't hate it.
Chizuru softly murmured "Mm" in acknowledgment and took the money.
Just then, her phone went 'ding'.
She picked it up and saw… another rental request had come in.
It was from Kinoshita Kazuya.
"Are you going to go?"
Seeing this name, Makoto asked with interest.
"C-Can I?"
Chizuru looked at him hesitantly.
The price Makoto was giving her had now returned to normal. If she didn't take more orders, she really couldn't scrape together her grandmother's medical fees.
But she was also afraid that Makoto would overthink it.
"Go ahead. It's not like we're in a relationship."
Makoto smiled.
After all, he also knew that Kazuya really wouldn't dare to do anything. Otherwise, how could the original story drag on to over 500 chapters soon?
Damn, in that amount of time, Goku had already gone from fighting Tao Pai Pai to Buu!
Hearing this, for some reason, a sudden pang of bitterness surged in Chizuru's heart, making her very uncomfortable.
Makoto spoke again:
"Oh, right. Starting tomorrow, you don't need to come anymore."
Chizuru was startled: "Wh-Why? Did I do something wrong?"
Makoto stretched:
"Nothing. Just got a bit bored."
He was just being real. After all, in this anime crossover world, there were so many women. He wasn't going to get too hung up on a 'loose girl'.
Not to mention having to pay… well, even though it wasn't his own money.
"Hmm? You're not leaving yet?"
Makoto got up and dressed, and seeing that Chizuru was still frozen in place, he couldn't help but ask.
A moment later, Chizuru looked up.
"U-Um..."
Her voice trembled slightly.
"Is it okay if I don't take money...?"
Makoto: ???