Outside the window, the moonlight was beautiful, casting a silvery glow over the streets.
A lavish dinner finally concluded, the plates on the table almost sparkling clean enough to reflect one’s image.
Oguri Cap contentedly patted her completely flat stomach, a look of almost blissful tranquility on her face.
She watched Kitano clearing the dishes and chopsticks, and the thought of possibly getting free meals often when she went to the central circuit made her eyes brighten even more, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward.
Kitano looked up and happened to catch her small, scheming expression of success, immediately becoming wary.
“Hey, Cap, what’s with that look?
I’m warning you, coming to feast occasionally is fine, but I can’t afford to feed you every day!
Don’t forget Auntie’s thoughtful expression after seeing your empty plates swept clean back then!
And those neighbors from your hometown, looking at me cooking as if I were a savior!”
His words brought back even older memories.
It was when Oguri Cap had just been scouted by the academy in Kasamatsu and was about to leave home.
To celebrate, Kitano had pulled out all the stops and cooked a huge table of dishes.
After Oguri Cap cleared all the food with her usual efficiency, her mother looked at the stack of empty plates, first shocked, then revealing a relieved expression mixed with “my daughter finally has someone to feed her.”
And a nearby old neighbor, who had watched Oguri Cap grow up, excitedly patted Kitano’s shoulder, wiping the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, whether from emotion or fear, and earnestly said, “Kitano-kun, Oguri Cap… I’ll be relying on you a lot from now on!”
That scene still gave Kitano goosebumps just thinking about it.
Oguri Cap was completely oblivious to Kitano’s accusations, merely standing up calmly.
“Let’s go for a walk.”
The street under the moonlight was quiet and peaceful.
The two walked side by side, their shadows stretching behind them.
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“Kitano-kun,” Oguri Cap suddenly spoke, her tone still flat, but the content was very serious, “you still need to be careful with Vice President Air Groove.
She seems… very concerned about you.”
This was already her second reminder.
“I know, I know,” Kitano waved his hand, his tone still a bit dismissive, “I haven’t done anything terrible, what could she possibly do to me…”
Seeing that he was still so nonchalant, Oguri Cap’s green eyes shifted in the moonlight, as if remembering something.
She stopped and looked at Kitano, her voice carrying a rare, almost imperceptible hint of teasing:
“Then let’s… go for a run.”
“Huh?” Kitano didn’t react for a moment.
“Just like when we were little,” Oguri Cap added, her eyes clear, but Kitano instantly felt as if struck by lightning, fully waking up!
“No way?!
Don’t!
Please, have mercy!” Kitano almost jumped, his face screaming refusal.
“We’re too old for this!
I was wrong, I’ll definitely be careful with Vice President Air Groove from now on, I absolutely won’t let her catch me doing anything!
Please spare me!”
This reaction stemmed from a bloody history.
When he was little, the young Kitano, relying on being faster than the then-still-inexperienced Oguri Cap, and being more familiar with the terrain, had several times used races as bets to trick her out of her snacks.
Although each time he saw her pouting, eyes red, looking ready to cry from grievance, Kitano would soften and return the snacks, he found it amusing, so it happened several times.
Once she entered the academy and began systematic training, her strength and speed grew daily, and her revenge began.
She often dragged Kitano to race, and the outcome was self-evident—Kitano couldn’t even see her taillights.
As for his attempts to use the obstacle course techniques he used against Marvelous Sunday and the others?
Even less effective!
One must know that Kitano’s reason for getting into parkour was largely because, as a child, in order to win against Oguri Cap, and incidentally help her run, he would drag her through all sorts of complex terrain, laying a solid foundation.
Oguri Cap was perfectly aware of all his tricks and familiar with the key points of the terrain!
Moreover, after each successful retaliation, Oguri Cap wouldn’t do anything excessive, only inflicting small punishments that caused Kitano social suicide—for example, loudly recounting his embarrassing childhood stories in front of his friends in a calm tone, or staring at him with a naturally blank expression at his classroom door until a crowd gathered… not very damaging, but extremely humiliating!
Watching Kitano act as if facing a formidable enemy, pleading repeatedly, Oguri Cap seemed to gain some satisfaction.
She shook her head and calmly said, “No punishment this time.
It’s just… we haven’t run together in a long time.”
Hearing there was no punishment, Kitano’s tense nerves finally relaxed.
He let out a heavy sigh, his face filled with resignation and complaint.
“I must owe you from a past life… Alright, alright, just for a bit.
It’s agreed, only up to that convenience store ahead!”
“Mhm.” Oguri Cap nodded, a faint hint of a smile seeming to flash in her eyes.
Under the moonlight, the two assumed starting positions on the deserted street.
The night breeze swept by, carrying a hint of tension, mainly Kitano’s, and anticipation, Oguri Cap’s.
“Ready…” Kitano called out weakly.
The next second, two figures simultaneously dashed out, shattering the moonlight on the ground.
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