My Girlfriend is an Evil Woman

Kitahara Hideji looked at Saruwatari Jiro, then at Ooinuhei Ue, and finally at Kojirō Tetsuyoshi… This team of a monkey, a dog, and a chicken was complete!

He couldn’t help but bow respectfully to the leading girl and asked seriously, “Might you be Momotarō-san?”

After all, she was carrying a sword and accompanied by a monkey, a dog, and a wild chicken, just like Momotarō, right?

The girl referred to as Anesan seemed taken aback for a moment but quickly straightened her back and loudly declared, “No, I am Fukuzawa Yukari, the leader of the Yukari Swordsmanship Team!”

“Fukuzawa?” As soon as Kitahara Hideji heard the surname, he immediately dropped the idea of making jokes and began to take the situation seriously. Could it be that Fukuzawa Fuyumi, that defeated girl, had called her big sister for revenge? She was still a high school girl, and her actions were quite childish!

He carefully observed Fukuzawa Yukari, who was slinging an enormous black sword bag that must have been at least 2.5 meters long. He wondered if it contained a spear or a naginata. She was about his height, approximately 1.75-1.76 meters tall, which was well above the average for Japanese high school girls.

She had a muscular physique, and perhaps because she had run over, her full chest was rising and falling rapidly, looking quite spectacular. It seemed like the buttons on her shirt were about to burst open. Spending time with the perverted Uchida Yuma had influenced Kitahara Hideji, as he had now become quite adept at estimating cup sizes. He guessed that she was at least a D cup, which could easily dominate any current high school girl.

Fukuzawa Yukari had a very innocent appearance. Her long, black hair shone with the healthy luster of crow feathers and was tied into a high ponytail with a cute cartoon hairband, making her appear playful. Her cheeks were rosy, and her sun-kissed skin had a light tan, indicating that she likely engaged in outdoor activities often. Her clear eyes looked childlike, and her pouty expression made her appear even more youthful.

Her appearance and physique presented a noticeable contrast, as if she were a combination of an angel and a devil, exuding a unique allure.

Kitahara Hideji rubbed his chin, hesitating for a moment. She didn’t look anything like Fukuzawa Fuyumi, that little radish. Could it be that they just happened to share the same surname? No, it couldn’t be that coincidental. Fukuzawa wasn’t a particularly common surname.

She shouted, “Draw your sword, and let us have a fair and square duel!”

Kitahara Hideji’s gaze fell on the gigantic wooden sword, recognizing it as a practice wooden sword based on the “Nodachi” design. Luckily, it wasn’t sharpened. This type of sword was rarely used in one-on-one combat because of its length and weight, but it proved effective on the battlefield. Dozens of warriors wielding these large blades would charge forward, employing a battle formation similar to the Chinese Tang Dynasty’s “Mo Dao Formation.” They would slash down their enemies before they could even get close, leaving a trail of dismembered bodies and broken blades in their wake.

Handling such a weapon required incredible strength and extensive training to become accustomed to its size and weight; otherwise, the wielder risked being dragged around by the sword and endangering themselves.

Daring to employ battlefield tactics in a one-on-one duel showed considerable self-confidence in one’s abilities. Kitahara Hideji became more cautious and controlled his desire to initiate a surprise attack, as he couldn’t use any skills without a weapon. He set his sights on the dog among the group of animals, planning to grab its sword bag. Since the dog appeared the weakest and probably had the least strength, it was the best option to secure a weapon first.

While analyzing Fukuzawa Yukari’s fighting style and finding a suitable opportunity, he heard her shout, “Monkey, give him a wooden sword.”

Saruwatari Jiro didn’t hesitate and threw a wooden sword from his sword bag to Kitahara Hideji’s feet. Kitahara Hideji raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and asked, “Aren’t you here to avenge your sister? Why are you providing me with a weapon?”

It was kind of cute that she was being naive about it.

Fukuzawa Yukari exuded righteous energy and said with conviction, “I am not a despicable person! Although you humiliated my sister, I heard that you defeated her in a fair duel. So, I won’t disgrace the Fukuzawa Family. We’ll have a one-on-one duel, and the loser will kneel and apologize!”

After speaking, she turned her head and instructed the dog, monkey, and chicken, “No matter whether I win or lose, you are not allowed to intervene. Just bear witness. Understand? Of course, if I win, remember to go back and prove my valor to my sister!”

The dog, monkey, and chicken didn’t hesitate and immediately struck a pose, demonstrating their support. They said in unison, “Wishing Anesan success and victory, one strike for the win!”

Kitahara Hideji glanced at the wooden sword at his feet, then at the serious expression on Fukuzawa Yukari’s face, and finally at the peculiar animal poses they struck. He couldn’t help but find it amusing and felt that Fukuzawa Yukari, the little sister, seemed more like an innocent child. He suddenly didn’t want to engage in unnecessary conflict with this girl. It was almost insulting to his intelligence—why was he getting involved in this childish play? If they wanted a fight, he could handle that, but organizing a group brawl afterward was just unnecessary drama.

Reading the Opponent’s Mind, he wanted to say, “Fukuzawa-san, are you saying that you want to have a fair duel with me?”

“That’s right! I want to restore my sister’s honor!” Fukuzawa Yukari replied.

“But… I just had a fair duel with your sister, and I haven’t fully recovered my stamina. Are you suggesting we have a continuous series of duels? Moreover, using your weapons wouldn’t feel right. It’s like taking advantage of me when I’m vulnerable. Where’s the fairness in that?” Kitahara Hideji reasoned.

Fukuzawa Yukari paused, holding her chin in thought. “You’re right. Winning this way wouldn’t be honorable, and it might just teach you my techniques…” After a moment, she looked up and asked, “Hey, do you have a better idea?”

Kitahara Hideji was a bit taken aback; it seemed like she didn’t use the idiom correctly. Anyway, he let it go as a minor detail. He smiled faintly and said, “Let’s schedule a time to fight another day. Allow me to rest for a while…” In his mind, he planned to take an extended rest—three days to recuperate, three days of purification through bathing and changing clothes, three days of fasting, and another three days of martial blessings. Hopefully, after dragging it on like this, the girl would forget about this whole thing.

However, Fukuzawa Yukari was straightforward and said, “No problem. I’ll be waiting for you at the park next to the station. I’ll bet my honor as a swordsman that I’ll wait for you until the end of time, until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble… I won’t leave or abandon the duel. Minions, let’s go!”

Without waiting for Kitahara Hideji to say anything, she led the dog, monkey, and chicken, and swiftly departed.

Kitahara Hideji reached out to stop her but was left speechless. After a moment, he shrugged and picked up the wooden sword. Did she really leave the sword behind? And what was she talking about, betting her honor as a swordsman? Since when did they have such a thing among high school students? Also, what was she trying to say with “until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble”? Maybe she meant “never leave or abandon”? Was she organizing a duel or a date?

Oh well, it seemed like she meant “never leave or abandon”… Was this really a student from the same grade level?