Rin Tohsaka's tone was quite unfriendly, completely lacking the warmth expected between a couple. Instead, her gaze towards Sakura Matou was somewhat complex, hinting at a trace of pity.
As someone who had no memory of this body, I had no understanding of the situation. Yuri? Was she getting close to me to get closer to my sister? Various scenarios raced through my mind, imagining Rin Tohsaka, with her long and beautiful legs, pressing down on Sakura's voluptuous body, and then? Rubbing quickly?
Wait, what am I thinking about?
I don't know if it's because my soul has crossed over once, but my sense of danger in this regard has become very acute. I sensed a strong hostility in Rin's gaze towards me, even rising to the level of murderous intent. What is going on?
Moreover, when she spoke to me, her body unconsciously assumed a stance. Unfortunately, I had seen this stance in a certain movie.
This is the starting stance of Baguazhang.
Oh my god.
Baguazhang is an extremely domineering martial art; it is rumored that it can even topple trees. How could this girl know it?
My sister is a dark, yandere type, and my girlfriend is a martial artist who seems to harbor hostility towards me. Why is my fate so fraught with difficulties?
Realizing that her attitude was problematic, Rin quickly changed her expression, revealing a smiling and friendly demeanor, and sweetly repeated her request, "Is that okay, Shinji-kun?"
Heh, the wound on my left shoulder still twinges; what else can I say? Let's go.
Under the narrow smile of Kōri Mikizuki, I left the archery club with Rin. After changing shoes in the storage room, Rin took off her jacket, revealing a perfectly proportioned figure. But why was she moving her limbs?
The teaching building was empty in the morning, and I followed Rin at a leisurely three-step distance, wondering where she would take me. The infirmary? The rooftop? These are all places in Japanese schools suitable for combat; I felt like I could be knocked down at any moment.
"Shinji-kun, why are you standing so far away? How can we talk like this?"
Suddenly, Rin stopped in front of me on the stairs, looking down at me. It seemed she was not indifferent to me. There's a rumor in Japan about girls who show a proud demeanor in public but become very shy with a little teasing in private. Could this girl be one of them?
But I had no idea what stage their relationship had reached after half a year. If I were to gauge it based on my past experiences, they should have unlocked different poses by now. However, both of them were just high school students, so they were probably only at the stage of holding hands and light touches.
I cautiously stepped forward to walk alongside Rin, a faint scent of shampoo wafting towards me, and the atmosphere became a bit delicate. Then, without thinking, my right hand unconsciously rested on Rin's slender waist.
"Shinji-kun, where is your hand?"
At that moment, Rin's voice, cold as ice, reached me.
As I realized the air around us had turned even colder, Rin and I had already turned around the corner of the corridor. A tall guy with glasses suddenly noticed us and looked surprised.
"I've fixed it, Ichise."
With a loud bang, the door of the adjacent classroom swung open, and a red-haired boy carrying an appliance stepped out. He had just set his things down when he spotted us, his expression equally astonished.
Well, this situation does seem quite ambiguous. In the empty morning hallway of the classroom, a couple is hugging each other. Such a scene is enough for others to imagine something inappropriate happening in a public place.
Rin had forgotten to react, her delicate, oval face quickly turning crimson, especially when the red-haired passerby appeared. Perhaps due to the presence of others, she became even more flustered, her cute demeanor fully exposed. But for someone with an adult soul, this was quite normal; there was nothing wrong with intimate behavior between couples, though the occasion might be a bit inappropriate.
Still, I quickly withdrew my hand because the pollution level of a certain someone beside me had peaked. Luckily someone showed up, or I might have experienced the effects of Baguazhang rearranging my internal organs. Look at my wandering hands; they would eventually lead me into the abyss of sin.
I didn't dare to observe Rin's expression, but out of gratitude, I enthusiastically waved at the two and loudly said, "Good morning," even though I had no idea who they were. Sigh, having no memory is really inconvenient.
"Good morning, Shinji, Tohsaka." The red-haired passerby seemed quite familiar with me, calling my name directly. For some reason, his tone felt a bit bitter.
The guy with glasses next to him was rather proud, casting a disdainful glance our way and continuing to talk to the red-haired passerby, completely ignoring us.
The situation was making me feel awkward; they probably misunderstood what Rin and I were doing, but out of typical Japanese politeness, they chose to pretend not to see.
"Shinji-kun."
A warm voice called out to me, making my heart flutter. I turned my head with difficulty and saw a little devilish smile, very friendly, yet my heart tightened.
"Let's go."
Rin took long strides, completely ignoring the two. She truly had the demeanor of a young lady; however, why did she sneak a guilty glance at the red-haired passerby as we walked past? Could they be classmates?
Unfortunately, I was no longer in the mood to focus on these trivial matters. The pressing question at hand was, which hospital in Japan has the most advanced treatment technology?