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Regarding Mafuyu Kirisu's behavior, Rei Ao couldn't help but remark:

"Alright then, I've never heard of a thank-you gift requiring the recipient to carry it themselves."

Effortlessly, he lifted the mountain of bags.

This scene left Mafuyu Kirisu utterly speechless.

She'd personally struggled to carry those items and knew just how heavy they were.

But now, he carried them as if they were weightless!

Her gaze involuntarily shifted to Rei Ao's arms.

'Gulp.'

The sight of his tightly toned muscles left her momentarily mesmerized.

No wonder he's so strong… And beneath those clothes… his physique must be incredible.

"You…"

Rei Ao's voice snapped her back to reality.

"Yes!"

Thinking she'd been caught staring at his muscles, Mafuyu instinctively stood at attention.

"…"

Rei Ao raised an eyebrow, a vein nearly popping on his forehead.

"Why so jumpy? I'm not here to scare you."

"…Oh…"

Mafuyu lowered her head in embarrassment and guilt.

"Kirisu-sensei, you haven't had lunch yet, have you?"

"No… not yet."

"Then come to my place. Mai and I prepared a feast today."

After all, following yesterday's 'strenuous events', Rei Ao had bought an abundance of fish, shrimp, and meat for a hearty meal, prepared by none other than Mai herself.

"Huh?"

Mafuyu hesitated, curious about who "Mai" might be.

But before she could ask or decline, Rei Ao had already walked off with the bags in hand.

All she could do was sigh, her face flushing.

This is so humiliating.

Not only did I make him carry his own thank-you gifts, but now, as a teacher, I'm heading to a student's home… for food.

Humiliation aside, Mafuyu's body moved of its own accord, following him.

What choice did she have?

She couldn't cook, and compared to takeout, a home-cooked meal was far more appealing.

…

'Click'

Hearing movement in the living room, Mai, wearing an apron, peeked out of the kitchen.

Her gaze met Mafuyu's, and both froze.

"Mafuyu Kirisu-sensei?!"

"Mai Sakurajima-san?!"

What a coincidence!

Not only was Mafuyu the homeroom teacher for Class 3-1, but she also taught Classes 3-2 and 3-5.

Rei Ao smiled. "Great, no need for introductions."

"Eh?!"

Though surprised at Mafuyu's visit, Mai was quick to recover. After all, she'd seen far wilder things in her time with Rei Ao.

Returning to the kitchen, she focused on finishing the dishes and setting the table.

…

At the dining table, the three sat in silence.

Finally, Rei Ao broke the ice.

"Kirisu-sensei, try some of the food. Mai's cooking is quite good."

"…"

But Mafuyu, still deep in thought, found it hard to muster an appetite. Her curiosity got the better of her.

"Rei Ao, Mai, are you two… family?"

Mai hesitated, unsure how to respond, and instinctively glanced at Rei Ao.

Without missing a beat, he replied:

"Yes, we're family."

Hearing this, Mai's lips curled into a soft, happy smile.

"I thought so. Are you siblings?" Mafuyu pressed further, still oblivious to the underlying truth.

Rei Ao decided to clarify.

"Have you considered that we might be cohabiting lovers instead?"

"What?"

Mafuyu thought she must have misheard. She blinked a few times, trying to process his words.

But Rei Ao's sincere expression left no room for doubt.

A wave of self-pity washed over Mafuyu.

Her students were already in relationships and even living together, while she remained a lonely single woman.

With a wistful look, she glanced between the two before deciding to drown her sorrows in food.

At least the food's delicious!

Between mouthfuls, Mafuyu couldn't resist slipping into teacher mode.

"Love is fine, but don't neglect your studies—especially you, Rei Ao, with your skyrocketing grades."

She started a small lecture, her tone carrying the same nagging authority of a dedicated teacher.

Rei Ao and Mai exchanged a look but refrained from interrupting.

Mai couldn't help but wonder:

Did I not make the food tasty enough to shut her up?

…

The Night Raid's secret base.

Another emergency meeting was underway.

"Boss, what's the situation with headquarters?"

Lubbock was visibly excited—he'd caught wind of some major news. Something big was coming!

Najenda, seated at the head of the table, frowned deeply.

"Headquarters has begun mobilizing forces in an attempt to launch a full-scale attack on the Empire."

"F-Full-scale?"

Mine gasped in disbelief. "How is that even possible? Where would the Revolutionary Army even get that many people?"

"It's true. The Revolutionary Army doesn't have that kind of manpower," Brand interjected, shaking his head. "To attack the entire Empire, they'd need at least a million soldiers."

"And even that might not be enough for a place as vast as the Empire," Leone added with a wry tone. "Headquarters is getting ahead of itself."

Akame's eyes narrowed as she stared at Najenda.

"Boss, you're not telling us everything, are you?"

"…"

Najenda sighed heavily, her silence confirming Akame's suspicion.

"There's something I haven't told you," she admitted.

"What else is there?" Mine asked, her tone skeptical.

Scanning the room, Najenda spoke slowly and deliberately.

"You're right. The manpower shortage is a serious issue."

"But… headquarters has found a temporary solution."

"Huh? A temporary solution?" Mine asked, completely baffled.

Her words made Brand furrow his brow.

"Boss, you're not about to say what I think you are… are you?"

Najenda nodded solemnly.

"Yes. They've decided to enlist the help of… the Tribes."

"The Tribes?!"

Everyone reacted in shock.

The Tribes were infamous, their notoriety known far and wide.

If the Empire oppressed its people through its ruling class, the Tribes were far more barbaric.

Their relentless invasions of the Empire brought nothing but destruction. Any regions they overran were left in ashes—civilians were either slaughtered or enslaved.

They showed no mercy, treating all equally as prey to burn, kill, and pillage.

The idea of allying with them was unthinkable.

Mine was the first to object, slamming her hands on the table as she stood.

"This is insane! Working with the Tribes is just inviting disaster!"

Najenda sighed, sharing their unease.

"Our enemy is Esdeath," she said.

"You all saw what happened when she fought Rei Ao. Regular forces are useless against her."

Leone crossed her arms, considering the situation.

"Esdeath's power is terrifying. If we use the Tribes as cannon fodder…"

Mine glared at her furiously.

"They're uncontrollable! You think they'll be our pawns, but what's stopping them from turning on us and using 'us' as cannon fodder?"

"And even if we somehow take the Empire, what's to stop them from attacking us afterward?"

The room fell silent, tension rising.

"Sounds like you're all worried about this plan."

A new voice broke into the conversation.

"Who's there?!"

Leone's sharp gaze snapped toward the source of the voice.

A woman with long pink hair and headphones stood at the entrance.

"Who are you?"

Lubbock didn't hesitate.

Using his Teigu, 'Cross Tail', he quickly immobilized the intruder with threads.

The woman raised her hands in surrender.

"Whoa, whoa, I'm on your side!" she said with a sheepish grin.

Najenda raised her hand, signaling everyone to stand down.

"Calm down. She's one of ours. Headquarters sent her to assist us."

"One of ours?"

In the Night Raid's hideout, another tense situation unfolded.

Through a brief introduction, the group learned the woman's identity.

Her name was Chelsea, an assassin adept at infiltration and disguise, wielding the Teigu 'Gaia Foundation.'

Despite her cheerful demeanor, the group remained cautious around the newcomer.

As they debated whether to continue their discussion about the Revolutionary Army's alliance with the Tribes, the situation escalated.

Sheele rushed in, breathless.

"Something's wrong with Kurome!"

"Kurome!"

Akame's eyes widened in alarm. Like a whirlwind, she bolted from the room, heading toward Kurome's location.

The rest of the group turned to Najenda for guidance.

"Lubbock, Bulat, head to the Imperial Capital again," she instructed. "We need more intelligence before launching any offensive. We can't afford mistakes."

"Yes, boss!"

Najenda then led the others to check on Kurome.

Chelsea, observing from the back, mused aloud, "Night Raid seems to panic easily…"

Curious, she decided to follow them. After all, she didn't remember anyone named Kurome in the Night Raid's roster—only Akame.

By the time Akame reached the room, she found Kurome writhing in agony, her body convulsing uncontrollably.

"Kurome!"

Rushing to her sister's side, Akame knelt beside her, her usual calm façade replaced by visible distress.

"What's wrong? Tell me!"

Najenda, who entered shortly after, examined Kurome briefly and explained, "This is the side effect of the Empire's drug."

"What drug?" Akame asked, her voice sharp.

"The Empire likely injected her with a substance designed to forcibly enhance her abilities," Najenda replied grimly.

"It makes her stronger, yes, and extremely hard to kill unless you destroy her heart or decapitate her."

"But the cost is steep—it creates a dangerous dependency. If she doesn't take the drug regularly, it will lead to her death."

Akame clenched her fists.

The sound of Kurome's agonized cries filled the room, intensifying Akame's fury. Her crimson eyes seemed to glow with bloodlust.

"Akame!" Najenda grabbed her arm as she began to storm out. "You're not thinking of going to the Capital for the drug, are you?"

"I am."

"Even if you get it, she doesn't have much time left. The damage to her body is irreversible," Najenda warned. "Even with the drug, she won't survive for long."

"Why… Why does it have to be like this?" Sheele murmured, her face clouded with sadness.

Having spent time guarding Kurome, Sheele had seen glimpses of a more innocent side to her. She'd hoped Akame and Kurome might reconcile one day.

But now…

"Akame, maybe you should ask Rei Ao for help," Mine suddenly suggested.

"!!!"

Akame's eyes lit up with realization.

She remembered the last thing Rei Ao had said before he left.

'Kurome won't have much time left.'

Elsewhere, Rei Ao had just finished lunch with Sakurajima Mai and Kirisu Mafuyu when he noticed the notification in the chat.

Akame: "@Rei Ao, my sister Kurome is dying from the side effects of the Empire's drug. Do you have a way to save her?"

Akame: "You knew this would happen. You said so before you left. Please, help her!"

Rei Ao's gaze sharpened as he read the messages.

He'd anticipated this moment and knew he now had the strength to save Kurome.

Rei Ao: "Yes."

A single word was enough to rekindle Akame's hope.

A notification followed.

[Ding! Akame has initiated a trade request.]

[Request: Heal Kurome's body.]

[Ding! Please set trade conditions.]

Without hesitation, Akame finalized the trade.

[Ding! Trade accepted!]

[Trade Object]: Akame

[Request]: Heal Kurome's body.

[Condition]: One-time "body usage rights."

[Duration]: 3 hours.

Mai had been keeping an eye on the chat and now turned her attention to Rei Ao.

"Are you heading out?" she asked.

Rei Ao nodded reassuringly.

"I'll be back soon. Take care of Kirisu-sensei while I'm gone."

Mai gave a slight nod.

"Got it. Stay safe."

Kirisu Mafuyu, still lounging on the sofa, glanced at Rei Ao with curiosity.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, noticing his determined expression.

"A friend needs help," he explained briefly.

With that, he stepped out the door—and vanished into thin air.

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