Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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Koshimura asked, "But wouldn't that mean the entire adventure party would consist of magic-based classes?"

Are we really going to spend our whole lives forming glass cannon raid groups, only to get killed by some unknown AoE attack during raids?

"Let's think about that later," Chihaya Aine waved her hand dismissively. "Isn't the most important thing right now to build up the adventure team?"

"But you and Gao Song together only make two people, so there's still..."

Chihaya Aine suddenly stopped and turned to face Koshimura Sawa, her gray eyes staring straight at him.

“Speaking of which, Sawarin,” she tilted her head slightly, “you called Shiina’s name in RiNG just now.”

"It's clearly our first time meeting?"

Feeling a little uneasy under her gaze, Koshimura Sawa asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing~" Chihaya Aine smiled, but her tone was so cloying that it made him feel uncomfortable. "I was just thinking, even though we've known each other for so long, you still keep calling me 'Chihaya-kun'."

"Uh..." Koshimura Sawa felt a little sweat on his forehead. "Is there something wrong with calling me that?"

“There’s a problem between good friends.” Chihaya Aine wagged her finger. “We’ve been through thick and thin together, it’s too formal to call each other by our last names, isn’t it?”

[A. "Since you're already like this, what else is there to say? Heaven and earth bear witness, Chihaya Aine and I hereby swear to be sworn brothers, not seeking to be born on the same day, month, and year—"]

B. "Oh dear, I'm not ready yet!"

C. "Are you jealous?"

"Oh dear, I'm not ready yet~" Koshimura said shyly.

Chihaya Aine remained silent, her smile fading as she squinted at him.

"...Okay, okay, Aine, Aine-kun, alright?" Koshimura Sawa raised his hands in surrender.

"Remove the classmate!" Chihaya Aine persisted.

“...Aine.” Yuecun Ze glanced out of the corner of his eye at the middle-aged women who had already brought over small stools and started gossiping and eating sunflower seeds, and said resignedly.

"That's more like it." Chihaya Aine smiled contentedly, then, as if she had thought of something extremely important, she suddenly adopted a serious expression.

She took a step back, stood up straight, and extended her hand towards Yuecunze.

"Then," her voice held an unprecedented seriousness and anticipation, "Yuecunze, would you be willing to join my adventure party?"

Koshimura remained silent for a few seconds, looking at the hand that was outstretched for him, and then at the eyes that seemed serious but were actually filled with "say yes, say yes".

The wind seemed to soften at that moment. The rustling of leaves and the distant honking of cars became indistinct background noise. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, forming dappled patterns of light, like spotlights on a stage, resting on the two people's shoulders.

Even insects unintentionally lowered their voices, offering silent witness to this scene.

There was no grand entrance like in an epic, no miraculous encounter like in a legend.

A naive young boy and girl made a promise about the future, about bonds, about everything on an ordinary street.

It's as ordinary as any other day.

But like the opening page of all great adventures, it quietly turned to a brand new chapter full of infinite possibilities.

In the end, only a sigh remained, slowly fading into the evening breeze.

He felt a sense of helplessness in the face of the unknown, and also a slight... tremor of excitement that even he himself was unaware of.

Ordinary people often unintentionally lower their stance, getting used to playing the role of a blurred background, a silent green leaf.

Until the choice was laid out before him, he suddenly realized that he had become a part of the beautiful and magnificent stories he had longed for.

"Do I have any other choice?" He smiled helplessly and reached out to the hand he knew he couldn't refuse.

"Welcome to Anon Toyko's Adventure Team!" Chihaya Aine said happily.

Koshimura Sawa abruptly withdrew his hand like lightning, warily hiding it behind his back.

Chihaya Aine's expression instantly fell: "Um... what does this mean?"

"It's nothing, Aine. Don't you think we should be more careful about naming our adventurer group?" Koshimura Sawa subtly hinted, "It's not easy to change it later..."

You can tolerate being defeated by RAISE A SUILEN, or even Hello, Happy World!, but you absolutely cannot tolerate the humiliation of being defeated by Anon Toyko.

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In an emergency rescue in the hollow, someone shouts, "We are Roselia!" and you shout, "Ah, we are Anon Toyko!"

This is it for the rest of my life.

“That makes sense.” Chihaya Aine closed her eyes and pondered for a moment. “How about we add your name too? Anon Sawa Tyoko?”

"This name is way too long..." Koshimura Sawa said, embarrassed. "And isn't there also Takamatsu-kun?"

"Then NonSaRi (Anon Sawa Tomori) Toyko?"

What are you still doing? How did you end up in Freljord all of a sudden?

I think I understand now, your name has to be at the very beginning, right?

"Isn't using a member's name a bit too straightforward?" Koshimura carefully considered his words. "Could we find something more unique, something that better represents our adventure team..."

"What?" Chihaya Aine reacted as if a cat whose tail had been stepped on, putting her hands on her hips and taking a step closer to him. "Sawarin—are you questioning my taste in naming things?"

"No, no, no! Absolutely not! In my heart, there is only one sun: Chihaya-kun!" Koshimura Sawa waved his hands repeatedly.

I used to lead you guys in forming adventure groups, and now I'm leading you guys in forming adventure groups again.

"Call me Aiyin!"

“Okay, Chihaya-kun, no problem, Chihaya-kun... holy crap, when did you grow this horn?!” Koshimura Sawa turned and ran away.

"Don't run, or I'll kill you!" Chihaya Aine quickly chased after her.

[This is ridiculous, everyone!]

The two chatted and joked as they ran towards the distance of the street.

Not far behind them, next to RiNG, was a large, leafy tree.

A lithe white figure silently leaped down from a high branch, its movements as fluid as a feline, making almost no sound.

The girl landed casually, but the cat she was holding was terrified and its fur stood on end.

"I'm sorry," a soft yet calm voice said.

She quietly crouched down, placed the cat in her arms on the ground, and gently stroked its fur. The cat rubbed against her fingers, quickly calmed down, and gracefully walked to the side to lick its paws.

Oh my, white gloves.

The white-haired girl raised her head, her gaze following the two figures in the distance that were gradually shrinking. The corners of her mouth curved upwards into a cat-like arc, and a glint of light, like discovering a new toy, flashed in her heterochromatic pupils.

"Interesting men, interesting women."

She turned and disappeared silently into the alley at the other end of the street. The cat, which was licking its paws, immediately followed with light steps.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Darkness Under the Lamp

Standing outside the door, Yuecun Ze took a deep breath, almost choking on the strong smell of instant noodles, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

There was still only deathly silence behind the door.

He increased the pressure a little: "Nagasaki-kun? It's me, Koshimura Sawa."

A rustling sound came from behind the door. Then, with a soft "click," it was slowly pushed open a crack.

Nagasaki Motoyo cautiously peeked out.

This time, Koshimura Sawa really choked on his own saliva.

She was wearing a disposable hood that looked like it had been found somewhere, a mask that covered most of her face, and a dark blue smock that was obviously a few sizes too big and looked like it was for cleaning.

What AAA cleaning lady, Xiao Su?

"Nagasaki-kun, what's going on here..." He stepped forward, preparing to open the door.

Unexpectedly, Nagasaki Motoyo took a step back like a startled rabbit, pointing the Hello Kitty-printed plastic broom at him warily.

"no--"

Koshimura took a step to the left, and Nagasaki Motoyo immediately followed suit by taking a step to the right.

Unconvinced, Koshimura took another step to the right, and Nagasaki Motoyo immediately followed suit, taking a step to the left.

Koshimura took a step back, and Nagasaki Motoyo followed suit by taking a step forward.

Nagasaki Motoyo: "Huh?"

Koshimura Sawa stepped forward and grabbed Nagasaki Motoyo's wrist, which was holding the broom: "Wait, what happened—"

"ah--!!!"

A short, terrified scream.

The moment Koshimura's hand touched her wrist, Nagasaki Motoyo seemed to trigger some kind of stress response. She instinctively grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and knocked Koshimura to the ground.

wtf...

Koshimura felt his vision go black as his back made solid contact with the ground again, and he saw stars.

Today is a bit down-to-earth.

What's up with this "crychic" thing? How come they can even capture priests?

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In the dimly lit living room, only the floor lamp next to the sofa emitted a faint light.

Nagasaki Motoyo had removed her full-body hood and mask, revealing a pale face filled with guilt, with red marks from the mask pressing against it.

She sat uneasily on the edge of the sofa, her fingers twisting together, looking at the fresh abrasions on Yuecunze's arm, her voice barely audible:

"...I'm sorry, I misunderstood...Are you...are you alright?"

She lowered her head even further, almost burying it into her collar.

Koshimura grimaced as he dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and applied it to the wound on his arm.

"Ouch—it's nothing, it's nothing," he said, trying to sound relaxed despite the pain. "It's nothing, just a scrape. Don't worry about it."

I should have known better than to try and do that; I could have just gone downstairs and bought some iodine.

However, I heard that recently, young men with a penchant for health and fitness have started drinking iodine solution, and it's sold out in this area.

To be honest, Yuecun Ze felt that he was almost used to it. He felt that if he was thrown around like that a few more times, his physique would be strengthened.

So it seems like you actually made a good profit?

[Namo Sanskrit, this is also part of spiritual practice...]

The giraffe shut its mouth.

“However, if it’s Riki-chan, she would definitely have that kind of reaction…” Nagasaki Motoyo stopped twisting her fingers and suddenly said.

"I don't understand." Koshimura Sawa closed the cap on the alcohol bottle. "What exactly happened between you two?"

"...It's nothing worth remembering."

Her brown hair fell down again, obscuring most of her face.

Seeing that she didn't seem inclined to answer, Yuecunze didn't press her further, stretched, and stood up.

"By the way," he asked casually, trying to change the subject, "it's so dark in your room, why don't you turn on the lights? It would make cleaning easier."

Using the dim light, he walked toward the direction of the switch he remembered.

"Wait—!" Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly looked up, trying to stop him in a panic!

But it is already late.

"Clap."

A crisp sound rang out as the switch was turned on.

On the ceiling, several ceiling lights suddenly opened their eyes, and bright light poured down like searchlights.

Koshimura Sawa stared at the wall in front of him, lost in thought.

Countless photos were pinned firmly to the wall with thumbtacks and strung together with red thread.