Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

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into the night.

After the Fubuki Group was disbanded.

Ron followed Fubuki back to the villa.

Snowflakes remained silent the entire way home, but after entering the house, she turned her back to Ron and whispered something:

"Thank you, thank you for saving me today."

After saying that, she hurriedly ran up to the second-floor room in her high heels.

Ron chuckled to himself.

This guy... is he really that shy about saying thank you to someone?

That's really not straightforward.

After entering the room, Fubuki immediately closed the door.

She leaned against the door, slumped to the ground, and cupped her flushed, burning face in her hands.

"What's going on? Why is my face so hot and my heart beating so fast?"

"I only said one sentence to him, why am I so flustered?"

"And... what's with this unfamiliar feeling?"

At this moment, Fubuki showed none of the noble and aloof demeanor she displayed in front of the Fubuki Group members. Instead, she appeared like a young girl experiencing first love, feeling uneasy and flustered.

"Could it be... this is... liking... liking?"

I don't know what I was thinking about.

Fubuki's face flushed red from her neck to the roots of her ears, and a puff of white steam rose from the top of her head.

Like a kettle boiling water.

"No no no!"

"How could I possibly like that guy so much..."

She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off the feeling that was making her feel flustered.

But I couldn't help but think back to what happened tonight.

Under the bright moonlight.

Ron, who suddenly appeared during the crisis and saved her from the jaws of that alien insect, was simply...

Like a god.

Fubuki hugged her legs and rested her chin on her knees.

The scene of my first meeting with Ron flashed through my mind, as well as everything that happened after I met him, and the things that happened when we lived together.

As she pondered, Fubuki's eyes drifted into a slightly dreamy state.

Whether it's the mysterious black-haired young Ron or the silver-haired, demon-like boy Ron now.

She probably...

I think I like them all...

Although I don't know when it started.

But now Fubuki has noticed.

Own……

I have indeed fallen for him.

A breeze blew into the room from outside the window, gently ruffling the hair by Fubuki's ears.

She opened her eyes, stood up, walked to the full-length mirror in the room, and took off her green dress.

Looking at the image of herself inside—short black hair, tall, fair-skinned, with a beautiful face and a curvaceous figure.

A smile gradually appeared on Fubuki's face.

Although he can't compare to his sister in terms of superpowers.

But there are aspects of myself that my sister can't compare to.

As she came to understand her own heart and faced her inner feelings, the queen who reigned supreme in front of the Fubuki Group reappeared.

She appeared in the mirror, with a graceful figure, a beautiful face, and a noble and aloof demeanor.

"If you want something, you should work hard to get it."

…………

From that day onward.

Fubuki's attitude towards Ron changed slightly.

She also started to visit him more often.

Ron, however, didn't seem to care much.

His attention was drawn to something else.

Hungry wolf.

Appeared.

…………

Banggu's ashram.

"Hungry Wolf, Hero Hunter?"

Saitama ate the tofu in the pot, speaking indistinctly.

"Ah."

Bang's disciple, Chalanzi, nodded: "News of his appearance only came in the last two days. Master has been troubled by this matter recently."

"Bang? What does he have to do with it?"

Genos couldn't help but ask.

"Eh? You guys didn't know? That hungry wolf was my master's eldest disciple, but he was expelled from the sect a long time ago."

Chalanzi looked surprised.

Saitama and Genos exchanged a glance.

"This is the first time I've heard of this."

"Me too."

Saitama looked at Ron beside him: "Ron-kun, do you know?"

Ron took a sip of wine from the Endless Flask and nodded, saying, "I know."

"Hey, you know what?"

Chalanzi stared in astonishment at the unfamiliar silver-haired boy who had come to the dojo with Saitama and the others.

This was the first time he had ever seen Ron like this.

It's completely impossible to connect this with the black-haired youth who came to Bang's door to spar with him before.

"Is that hungry wolf powerful?"

Saitama asked curiously.

"I've never fought against them, so I don't know."

Ron said casually.

"His martial arts are the same as Bang's, using the principle of borrowing and neutralizing force. They may not be very effective against monsters, but they are very useful against heroes."

"His overall strength is probably about the same as Genos's right now."

Genos: "..."

"Similar to Genos, that's pretty impressive."

Saitama stroked his chin and thought for a moment: "Martial arts... what exactly would it be like?"

Are you interested in martial arts? Would you like to join our school?

Cha Lanzi's eyes brightened slightly.

"No, then there's no need."

"Is it……"

Chalan was somewhat disappointed, but then she took out an application form from her pocket and handed it to Saitama: "Here, take this."

Saitama took it: "What is this?"

Chalan explained, "This is the registration form for the triennial martial arts tournament. Many martial arts masters will compete on stage, and the winner will receive a generous prize. If you participate in this, you should be able to experience many different martial arts styles."

"Eh... really?"

Saitama looked at the application form in his hand, somewhat tempted.