Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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"...and our classmate Koshimura Sawa...ah, you're not late."

Why do you seem so disappointed that I wasn't late?

"In this incident, Koshimura Sawa-san demonstrated extraordinary courage and composure." Kawakami Sadahiro looked away and raised her voice slightly.

"Although his name was not directly mentioned in the news for reasons of privacy and safety, it was his clever and courageous dealing with the disorderly individuals that bought precious time for the members of the Pastel*Palettes adventure team to arrive."

So that's how it was reported... No wonder Dad told him yesterday not to worry about his privacy being leaked.

Indeed, a level 3 sorcerer with every strike a raging fireball and an explosive burst, capable of single-handedly killing the leader of a criminal gang's disorderly faction, sounds like a high school student's self-indulgent fantasy novel, and would easily attract the attention of those with malicious intentions.

However, the records within the Adventurers' Guild remained unchanged. Everyone knew perfectly well that the due honors and bonuses would not be reduced in the slightest... This should be the best outcome.

Koshimura nodded to himself.

"While I neither advocate nor support such dangerous behavior from my classmates, Koshimura Sawa's composure in the face of danger, his calm judgment, and... well... his upright and kind spirit are still worthy of our emulation. These are qualities that every excellent professional should strive to possess..."

Kawakami Sadaya's voice grew softer and softer, as if she herself was starting to feel guilty.

"In short, to help everyone understand the events more intuitively and learn how to protect themselves and others in a crisis," she said, turning on the multimedia screen at the front of the classroom. "Below is a surveillance video clip that is only circulated within the Adventurers' Guild. For teaching purposes, the school has obtained a specially processed copy that will be automatically destroyed after being played. Please watch it carefully, paying particular attention to Koshimura Sawa's fighting style and thought process. Do not attempt to record it in any form, and do not distribute it further."

what?

Where did the surveillance footage come from? I don't know anything about it.

As Kawakami Sadahiro pressed the page-turning pen, a video began playing on the multimedia screen.

The camera angle is a bit high, so it was probably taken by a surveillance camera on a street lamp in the plaza in front of the planetarium.

In the lower right corner of the screen, there is a line of small print: To protect the privacy of the parties involved, the images and sound in this video have been specially processed.

The scene flashes, and Koshimura Sawa is standing in the center of the square, wielding a sword and locked in combat with a samurai.

However, both of their faces were heavily pixelated, and Koshimura's voice was replaced with that of the Mambo My Little Pony poetry drama.

"Still fighting?"

I can't stand it any longer.

Who made this video? It seems they're completely absorbed in their own art and can't tear themselves away.

"Is there even a question?!" The samurai opened his mouth, uttering the voice of the Emperor of the East Sea, "I will cut your filthy body in half! Slice it open! Chop it into pieces!!"

The Adventurers' Guild must have hired a top expert; now it's no use whoever comes.

Then came the sneak attack: a broken string, and Koshimura Sawa used an aluminum can as a substitute for a slide pipe to play the guitar.

The surveillance footage suddenly began to flicker violently, seemingly due to a strong electromagnetic pulse interference.

When the image finally stabilized, the samurai was already lying on the ground, the guitar sword crackling with lightning piercing his chest.

Haha, I've recorded all of this, and I'll pin it to the top.

"I don't understand..." The samurai's lips parted, but his voice seemed too soft to be picked up by the surveillance cameras.

Koshimura lowered his head and listened quietly as he finished speaking.

Then, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the entrance of the planetarium.

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

Wait... Cloth Exchange—

Koshimura suddenly realized something and abruptly stood up from his seat.

But—it was too late.

"That's because—Takamatsu Akari is my wife!!!"

Koshimura covered his face with his hand.

The surveillance video abruptly stopped.

However, his voice, which had been sung in an AI-generated verse, still echoed throughout the classroom, lingering for days.

The next second, dozens of heads turned around in unison, looking at Etsumura Sawa who was standing still, then at Takamatsu Akari, their gazes scanning back and forth between the two.

Gao Songdeng seemed a little uncomfortable with the strange gaze. Her small body trembled for a while before she lay down on the table, burying her face in her arms, with only the tips of her bright red ears showing.

"Ahaha—" Kawakami Sadaya laughed awkwardly a few times, "...Koshimura Sawa-kun, since you've stood up too, why don't you come up and say a few words to everyone? Share... uh... your... thought process at the time?"

At this very moment? You must be joking.

With a heavy heart, Yuecun Ze walked forward and, under the awe-inspiring gazes of his classmates, stood on the podium.

Kawakami Sadaya quickly made way for him.

“This… Italian pasta mixed with No. 42 concrete…” Koshimura Sawa felt cold sweat begin to trickle down his forehead.

"Sawarin, I believe you!" Amidst the whispers, Chihaya Aine suddenly stood up, her long pink hair swaying with the movement. "Everyone, Koshimura-kun isn't the kind of person you think he is, so there must be some misunderstanding. Why don't we hear what he has to say?"

The murmurs immediately ceased, and all eyes were fixed on Koshimura Sawa.

Chihaya Aine looked at Koshimura Sawa with encouraging and trusting eyes and nodded vigorously at him.

Go for it, Sawarin!

Saint Aine saved me so quickly, but now you're making things even more awkward for me.

Koshimura's mind was racing.

“Um…the words in the video are ambiguous; we need to analyze them in the specific context…” he said slowly.

[A. "Actually, Chihaya-san is also my wife!"]

B. "How could I possibly be so fixated on one thing?"

【C. "Ms. Kawakami, you still look quite charming..."】

"Actually, Chihaya-san is also my wife!"

Silence as death.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed.

The students stared in disbelief at the figure standing on the podium, his face filled with a tragic air.

Just then, a piercing scraping sound suddenly shattered the silence.

Chihaya Aine suddenly pushed aside the chair behind her, turned around, and rushed out of the classroom through the back door.

Oh no, we're doomed.

"Excuse me, teacher, Chihaya is suddenly feeling unwell. I need to take her to the infirmary!" Koshimura Sawa quickly jumped down from the podium and rushed towards the classroom door.

"Ah? Okay..."

Kawakami Sadaya stared blankly at his retreating figure as he disappeared through the door.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Who is the Real Me?

A conspiracy by conglomerates? The hideout of those involved involves multiple companies, including Sato International Logistics, Tanaka Suisan, and Takahashi Home Magic Gadgets. Under the influence of capital, what should ordinary people do...?

The middle-aged man sighed and gently placed the newspaper on the mahogany table.

His mottled white hair was meticulously combed into a slicked-back style, and his sharp suit hugged his still upright figure, exuding the calm and composed aura of someone in a position of authority.

He looked quietly at the young man kneeling before him, his eyes showing no anger, only a faint pity.

"After a few days apart, is this the answer you've given me?"

The young man quickly lowered his head even further, almost touching the ground.

“Playing these games with me won’t work.” The man sighed and closed his eyes. “At this point… your brother will tell me how many solutions there are, while you will just kneel on the ground and apologize, just like when you were a child.”

“I just wanted to prove to you that I am not—” The young man suddenly raised his head, his face filled with resentment.

"—Did I ask you to prove anything to me?"

The young man's expression froze on his face, and a chill that penetrated to the bone instantly ran down his spine.

"Sato Makoto!" the man suddenly raised his voice, "Your biggest flaw isn't your lack of ability, but that you don't even recognize your own inability!"

He stood up, went to his kneeling son, and looked down into his fearful eyes.

"You really trust them that much?"

"Don't you ever think about why the Eternal Moon would bypass me and make those 'cooperation' demands on you?"

"You really think that with them backing you up, you can just take my position so easily?!"

"Father, what do you mean by this..." Sato Makoto's voice trembled slightly.

"That's because they know our good days are numbered, they know we've spent so much time and still haven't been able to get rid of that little girl from the Toyokawa family, so they just want to squeeze every last drop of profit out of us before this ship sinks!" The man interrupted him, speaking decisively and clearly, "Fool! A little bit of profit and you're already dizzy and disoriented, willingly following behind them and being used as a pawn!"

......

In the quiet study, only the ticking of the clock remained.

The man looked at his distraught appearance, and the last trace of pity in his eyes gradually faded away; (3) (covered)

He slowly turned around, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked out at the densely packed city.

“Let’s go to Switzerland,” he suddenly said.

Sato Makoto was struck dumb, his face turned pale, and his body trembled violently.

"I'll clean up the mess you left behind..."

"From now on, I will pretend I don't have a son like you."

"Wait, Father, give me another chance, give me another chance—" The young man practically tumbled and crawled forward.

“Ah Sheng.”

"Yes."

The man in the black trench coat, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, strode forward and dragged him out of the room.

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"Wait, Aine!"

Koshimura Sawa ran wildly down the empty corridor.

The pink figure had been trailing far ahead of him just moments before, but as he turned the corner, the side streets were now empty corridors and closed classroom doors.

Haki is definitely a supermodel when it comes to chases.

Could it be that reducing the size of the front armor can actually reduce wind resistance?

[Still slandering]

Yuecun Ze looked at the fork in the road, gritted his teeth, and decided that men should go left and women should go right. Nan Liang naturally ran to the left!

[Is this never going to end?]

Just as he was about to continue chasing, he suddenly heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground beside him.

Koshimura stopped and turned to look at the tightly closed door.

Storage room?

He looked around and saw that the corridor was empty.

So I took a deep breath, pressed the cold handle, and slowly pushed the door open.

The light from the corridor streamed into the room from behind.

It illuminated the vast expanse of scarlet spreading across the ground.

The girl's blue hair lay scattered on the ground, soaked in blood.

Blood gushed from the cut-open abdomen, staining the uniforms of Haneoka Magic Academy red.

By the faint light filtering through the crack in the door, Koshimura Sawa could see the girl's pale face.

...Toyokawa Shoko?

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his hand, which had been pulling open the door, froze in mid-air.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside?" A voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

Koshimura suddenly jolted and instinctively took a step back.