Megumi and Utaha clung tightly to Makoto's left and right arms, completely unaware that the softness of their chests was being continuously squeezed and deformed by his movements.
Meanwhile, Ran, the strongest fighter among the three girls, pushed her speed to the limit, her fingertips less than half a centimeter away from the bell on Makoto's belt.
"That's it?"
Makoto suddenly spoke.
The next instant, his knee had already slammed hard into Ran's abdomen.
"Cough—!"
A spray of white foam shot out, and Ran flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a tree trunk ten meters away.
Megumi and Utaha's eyes widened.
Makoto's expression remained calm: "What? You're Ninjas now, are you afraid of getting hit?"
Like Satou Kazuma, he was an absolute believer in gender equality… if you dare to throw hands at him, it doesn't matter if you're male or female, he'll hit you back.
Besides, taking a little beating now was good practice for these girls.
There was a ninety-nine percent chance they would be sent into even more dangerous alternate worlds later. Would they expect the enemy to go easy on them just because they were female?
The reality was often the opposite… precisely because you were female, and a beautiful one at that.
The enemy would want even more to beat you to your knees and force you to go back and be a sex slave.
Ran, whose combat ability in the Detective Conan World was second only to Kyogoku Makouto, quickly recovered.
She wiped the foam from the corner of her mouth, let out a low shout, and charged again.
After four years of special training, her strength was probably already above Kyogoku Makouto's.
Megumi and Utaha were still clinging tightly. Makoto, carrying these two 'human accessories', fought with just one foot.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Flesh met flesh.
Ran threw punches and kicks simultaneously, while Makoto used only one foot.
Even so, Ran still couldn't even touch the edge of the bell.
However, whenever Makoto made a large movement, the two 'soft bowls' on either side rubbed against his arms, making him a bit unable to control himself.
As for Tomoya, his face had already turned green.
"Stop... please... stop rubbing..."
"Are you just going to let her fight alone?"
After repelling Ran with another kick, Makoto glanced at the two accessories on his left and right.
The two woke up as if from a dream.
They continued clinging tightly with one hand while swinging their cat punches at him with the other.
To be honest, the strength of these two girls had long surpassed the world's top boxers, but in Makoto's eyes, it was still at the 'meow meow punch' level.
In Tomoya's eyes, it looked less like a fight and more like flirting.
Seeing that Ran was reaching her limit, Makoto turned sideways and tripped her with his leg, then caught her lower abdomen with his leg just before she hit the ground, saving her from falling flat on her face.
Then, he turned his hands and squeezed gently.
"Ah—!"
Megumi and Utaha instantly flushed bright red.
"You, you... pervert!"
Utaha completely forgot that the person in front of her had blood on his hands, and blurted out.
"Then what do you suggest I do? Blast you away with Chakra? At this distance, do you want me to shatter your bones?"
"Then you could have just told us to let go!"
Even Megumi, who was usually expressionless, blushed and protested loudly.
"Tch."
Makoto clicked his tongue.
"Fine, fine, my fault. So what do you want to do? Cop a feel back?"
As he spoke, he lifted his shirt, revealing perfect pectoral muscles comparable to an ancient Greek statue.
The three faces simultaneously turned away.
Makoto was speechless again.
'Hey, it wasn't like you guys hadn't seen them in swimming class.'
Behind Tomoya's glasses, his eyes began to uncontrollably shed little pearls of tears.
Pain.
Too painful.
Clap, clap!
Makoto clapped his hands, pulling the three girls' attention back: "You pass."
The three were stunned. Forgetting their embarrassment for a moment, they widened their eyes and looked at each other.
"B-but, sensei, we didn't touch the bell," Ran said, confused.
"I never expected you to grab it. I was mainly looking at your potential."
It was like a Gym Leader fighting a rookie trainer. They didn't require the rookie to win… as long as they showed enough potential, they'd still get the badge.
"Who came up with that plan just now?"
Megumi answered: "I came up with the plan. Kasumigaoka-senpai set up the kunai traps. Ran was the main attacker."
Utaha glanced sideways at her: "Megumi, this isn't Shuchi'in. We're classmates, you don't have to call me senpai."
Makoto's gaze swept over the three girls: "Each with their own role? Not bad."
He paused, then said in a slightly deeper tone: "But Utaha and Megumi, when you were holding onto me just now, you should have been using kunai, not your fists. I said you should come at me with the intent to kill me to take the bell."
"You haven't experienced the cruelty of this world yet. You might also be sent into even more dangerous worlds by the Reincarnation System in the future. Don't be sanctimonious."
Hearing the words 'holding onto me', Megumi and Utaha's faces turned red again.
"Alright, let's go back. The coming days won't be so easy."
Makoto turned and headed back to the village.
Utaha watched his back and suddenly noticed that he had just used the name 'Utaha'. A strange ripple stirred in her heart.
"Sensei—"
She blurted out.
Makoto half-turned his face.
"If... we were about to die, would you save us?"
The words fell, and the air was silent for a few seconds.
Makoto stared at the three pretty faces. After a moment, he said:
"Probably."
He had just squeezed those girls' places, so the least he could do was say something nice.
At these words, both Utaha and Megumi felt a strange sensation pass through their hearts.
Ran reacted a little more slowly… after all, she still had Shinichi in her heart.
But her impression of Makoto also unconsciously improved a bit.
"Let's go back."
Makoto turned and continued walking.
"Okay!"
Utaha's eyes curved into crescents.
Even Megumi's lips curled up into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
'What should I do... Shinichi...'
Ran walked at the back, her feelings growing more complicated.
As for Tomoya—
No one paid him any attention.