Makoto thus took the two girls out of the house.
He had previously investigated those two spirited guys during the time loop—those two were either lying at home or outside live streaming, dancing and doing street challenges.
They were typical people who eat irregularly.
At this time, they must be live streaming, so Makoto took Nino and Itsuki straight to the spot.
"Looks like it's those two."
Nino looked at the two motorcycles parked nearby, then at the two young men dancing in front of their phones, anger rising on her face.
If it weren't for those two jerks, she wouldn't have gotten scared and fallen today.
If she hadn't fallen, she wouldn't have had her foot massaged.
If she hadn't had her foot massaged, she wouldn't have gone to wipe it off... and been caught by Makoto, causing her social death on the spot.
"Are those them?" Itsuki's expression also turned sour.
Girls like her who took things seriously hated those kinds of spirited guys the most.
Makoto pulled out a mask from his pocket and put it on. Seeing the puzzled looks on the two girls, he said: "Want to make a bet?"
"What?"
"I'm going to walk over and give each of them a Leo flying kick. They won't be angry but will actually thank me."
"No way," Itsuki completely didn't believe it.
Nino asked, "What's a Leo flying kick?"
Makoto opened a web page on his phone and showed them an animation.
After watching the gif of the Leo flying kick, the two girls became even more skeptical.
That kick from Ultraman in the picture could probably not only knock Li Ning off the line but might even knock a person down.
"What's the bet?"
Nino got interested.
Makoto held up two fingers: "If I win, each of you gives me a 'wildcard.'"
The girls were stunned.
A wildcard, as the name implies, means that as long as Makoto has the card, they have to obey his order to do one thing.
Makoto continued: "If they get angry, then I lose. I'll give each of you two wildcards, and you can make me do anything."
"Deal!"
Nino agreed first.
Though she hadn't thought about what she would do if she got the card, she definitely wanted such a good thing.
Besides, in her view, she was definitely going to win.
Itsuki hesitated: "Nino, don't you want to think about it?"
"What's there to think? Two against one, we have the advantage. Besides, Fushimi is going to kick them! Who wouldn't be angry after being kicked unless they're crazy?"
"True."
Itsuki also agreed.
Seeing their confidence, Makoto smiled: "Then it's settled."
"Yeah." x2
Under the girls' expectant gazes, Makoto walked toward the two spirited guys.
"Yo, Kaga."
Makoto waved at one of the young men with dyed red hair.
"Who are you?" the other looked puzzled.
"I'm from Iwata. He said following you guys' live streaming can make money," Makoto said, giving the names of their two friends.
This was info he had gathered in the time loop.
The redhead didn't suspect after hearing this: "Why didn't Iwata come himself?"
Makoto: "He's busy today, but he has a great idea. If you cooperate with me, your live stream might get more gifts tonight."
"Really?"
Hearing about gifts, the two immediately gathered around.
Makoto told the redhead: "When I jump toward you, just be ready to jump back. I promise this show will be exciting."
"Uh, don't you want to explain more?"
"No need. You just collect the gifts."
"All right! Since Iwata introduced you, we'll trust you this time."
They agreed.
Then the black-haired guy stepped in front of the camera and loudly said: "Everyone, next we'll perform an exciting show. If you enjoy it, please give us some gifts."
There weren't many people in the live stream, but the audience responded with anticipation.
The black-haired guy beckoned the redhead: "Come on, Kaga, give them a show."
The redhead quickly entered the frame and stood at attention.
Then both of them turned to look at Makoto.
Makoto nodded to them. Just before setting off, he quickly glanced in the direction of Nino and Itsuki.
"Is he about to start?"
The two girls widened their eyes, afraid of missing any details.
Makoto controlled his strength, took only a few steps without a running start, then suddenly leapt up.
With an incredibly perfect Leo flying kick, he struck the standing redhead with a loud bang.
Accompanied by a miserable scream, the redhead was sent flying sideways, rolling several times on the ground before finally stopping.
The black-haired youth was stunned for a second, then solemnly showed respect:
"That was ruthless, absolutely ruthless. Kaga really acted well — even the scream was so realistic."
However, the redhead on the ground clutched his stomach in pain, breathing hard, too out of breath to speak.
Makoto reminded, "Look at the gifts."
"Oh, right."
The black-haired youth quickly checked backstage, and sure enough, many people were sending gifts, showing how exciting it was.
His face brightened: "Awesome, today's earnings are even more than last week's."
Seeing him so happy, Makoto smiled too: "Then next up is you. Remember to cooperate."
"No problem! I'm counting on you."
The black-haired youth bowed seriously to Makoto.
But when Makoto performed the second Leo flying kick, the exact moment the target was hit, the black-haired youth's face suddenly changed.
Not good, Kaga wasn't faking it — it really hurt!
He also fell to the ground.
Makoto turned around and gave an OK hand gesture to the stunned Nino and Itsuki.
"Do they really not get angry when kicked like that?" Itsuki asked worriedly.
Nino laughed with relief: "Good, that means those two jerks will be lying down for a few days. It'll stop them from racing wildly in the city every day and scaring people."
Itsuki didn't oppose that.
People who spent all day thinking about speeding to scare others are actually doing a good deed by lying at home.
"But Fushimi said they wouldn't get mad and that we should thank him. That shouldn't be possible, right?" Itsuki said doubtfully.
Nino, feeling good, popped open a champagne: "That means we've definitely won."
The two energetic guys lay on the ground for a while before finally staggering to their feet, only to hear Makoto say: "Next is the third Leo flying kick."
"Again?"
Their faces went pale. Gritting their teeth, they prepared to dodge, but Makoto raised his foot and kicked their live-streaming phone flying.
The two froze.
The next second, they became furious, rolling up their sleeves ready to fight.
Makoto acted as if he didn't see them, turned around, and walked over to the motorcycle.
With one hand, he lifted it straight up, commenting to himself, "This bike's wear is a bit serious."
The two energetic guys stopped.
Their moods began to shift.
Finally, they exchanged a look and silently rolled their sleeves back down.
A powerhouse who can easily lift a motorcycle with one hand — they had only seen such strongmen in TV strongman competitions before.
No, even strongmen couldn't lift a motorcycle in such an unscientific way like Makoto did just now.
As Makoto steadily put the motorcycle back down, he turned around to see the two guys looking very intimidated, avoiding his gaze.
Nino and Itsuki over there were also stunned.
"His strength is so great!"
Nino's language system got a bit scrambled from the visual shock.
She said excitedly while gesturing with her hands, "Itsuki, did you see that? He actually lifted the motorcycle with one hand!"
Itsuki nodded in disbelief: "I saw it. So, Makoto's body is that strong?"
Surprised, she unintentionally used the affectionate nickname "Makoto."
But Nino didn't care about that anymore.
Her fair face flushed red from excitement, her eyes full of admiration and surprise: "Look at those two jerks. They're scared."
Itsuki looked at her puzzled: "But then we lost the bet. Why are you so happy?"
Nino paused: "Looks like it."
Then she stared at Makoto's face and murmured, "Lost or not, I think Fushimi was really cool today."
Elsewhere,
Makoto knew it was time to end, patted the Harley he had ridden: "I'll borrow this bike, return it in a couple of days."
The two energetic guys: "Huh?"
Makoto: "Hmm?"
The two: "Oh."
Without any more conversation, after these three interjections, both sides reached a friendly agreement.
Makoto skillfully rode the motorcycle over to Nino and Itsuki: "Get on, I'll take you home."
Nino blushed and stepped forward, climbing up first: "We lost the bet."
Itsuki didn't realize it at first.
Until she saw Nino hugging Makoto's waist, she realized what she had missed.
At this point, she could only sit at the very back.
When Makoto started the bike, Itsuki nervously asked, "We won't get caught by the police, right?"
"No, I have lots of experience arguing with the police, and I'm very familiar with the routes around here. I guarantee to get you home safely."
Makoto wasn't lying — he had played real-life GTA in the time loop.
Along the way, Nino's grip around Makoto's waist was tight.
Compared to before when Makoto carried her and she only placed her hand on his shoulder, this time their posture was much more intimate.
Even her full chest was pressed completely against Makoto's back.
"Fushimi."
In the night breeze, Nino suddenly called out.
Makoto: "What is it?"
Nino smiled brightly, but her eyes were burning intensely: "How about I call you 'Makoto' from now on?"
Makoto smiled: "Sure, but if you call me 'Makoto-oniichan' (big brother Makoto), I'd be even happier."
Oniichan?
I don't want to be your little sister.
Nino smiled while pursing her lips.
She didn't have the courage to tell Makoto that his intimidating appearance today really struck her heart.
This feeling was even stronger than when he massaged her feet before — it made her legs go weak.
Meanwhile, Itsuki sat at the back, listening to their conversation with a blank expression and clenched fists.
Nino, you're forcing me to steal him!
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