011. Cannot Stand Idly By

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Yoshiko Toyokawa was confirmed to be a hybrid. Nagumo Uzuki stared at the newly appeared prompt on the system panel, and at that moment, an absurd sense of resignation washed over him. It was like a person who struggles desperately but ultimately has no choice but to accept reality—like knowing a medicine won’t work, yet diarrhea is inevitable.

Just now, Yoshiko’s words, “Don’t die,” had ignited the progress of his word-spirit by one level, and a new term, “Path to Deification,” appeared.

“I was really foolish, truly,” he murmured.

“I only knew the setting of this world. From the start, I shouldn’t have naïvely thought I had simply crossed into a pure band world.”

“In fact, the supernatural elements in the original MyGO to Ave Mujica weren’t absent; the surreal factors present in these characters appeared one after another. Yet I still doubted whether someone like her was a hybrid.”

Nagumo Uzuki lifted his eyes to look at Yoshiko Toyokawa, who had already reached the edge of the stairs, his mind still digesting this realization.

In the “Dragon Clan” setting, healing word-spirits do exist, such as the “Yamata,” which can manipulate bloodlines to gain inexhaustible regenerative abilities. But the conditions for triggering these word-spirits never reach the level of “healing just by speaking.”

Yoshiko’s phrase, “Don’t die,” felt somewhat akin to the ability the little demon Lu Mingze granted Lu Mingfei, although the effect wasn’t as strong. But Lu Mingfei’s ability was unique to having the little demon—what was the cause for Yoshiko?

Moreover, Yoshiko herself seemed completely unaware of it.

Her golden eyes showed no ripple from the activation of a word-spirit; to her consciousness, the phrase held no special significance. She was simply earnestly begging Nagumo Uzuki not to die, yet somehow, in a strange way... it worked.

Nagumo Uzuki took a deep breath and quickly analyzed in his mind.

“If Yoshiko Toyokawa’s word-spirit is purely healing, then why didn’t shouting ‘Don’t die’ three times cure my mother’s grave illness?”

“But the facts are otherwise. So why did this happen...”

He felt as if a dense fog separated him from the truth.

Suddenly, he realized that everything in the original story was shrouded by an invisible net. Often, it was hard to say things were choices of free will; it seemed more like the trajectory of fate.

Only after understanding that this world was actually from the Dragon Clan did many things gain reasonable explanations.

At that moment, Yoshiko Toyokawa suddenly stopped in her tracks.

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She turned back and glanced at Nagumo Uzuki, who was still sitting on the ground, a hint of confusion in her eyes. Then she hurried back.

“Are you hurt?”

She crouched down, tilting her head, her expression serious.

Nagumo Uzuki was taken aback but quickly masked it, feigning pain as he propped himself up with his hands, furrowing his brows.

“My leg is scraped; I can barely stand.”

He wasn’t sure if Yoshiko was aware of her special ability, but her earlier words—“Don’t die”—had indeed had an effect on him.

If she truly didn’t know about her word-spirit, that would mean her power was unconsciously activated, which was the most terrifying thought.

A hybrid who couldn’t even control her own ability was like a bomb ready to explode at any moment, with no idea when it might go off.

Yoshiko’s golden pupils fixed on Nagumo Uzuki’s face without asking further and then reached out, grabbing his arm firmly.

“Get up.”

The next second, Nagumo Uzuki felt a strange force surge through him, lifting his entire body in a manner utterly defying physical logic.

?

!

Even though he had prepared himself mentally, being pulled up by Yoshiko still startled him.

“Rumor has it, Yoshiko Toyokawa’s strength technique rivals that of Seibun Ultraman. Experiencing it today, it’s not an exaggeration.”

He couldn’t help but quip in his mind.

No wonder she could instantly create distance when Nagasaki Sosei ambushed her head-on, and even manage to intimidate verbally while calmly escaping.

Moreover, Yoshiko seemed entirely unaware that her strength was anything unusual.

She looked at Nagumo Uzuki. After a two-second silence, he decided to remain still for now.

He furrowed his brows slightly, still pretending to be in pain.

Yoshiko glanced sideways at him, a flicker of guilt crossing her eyes. She lifted her hand to support his arm, then naturally led him toward the stairs.

Nagumo Uzuki wanted to struggle but chose to comply.

At this moment, the distance between them was dangerously close.

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He could almost feel the warmth radiating from Yoshiko’s palm through her sleeve. Because their bodies were pressed close, he could even sense her breathing rhythm.

In this position, the warmth from the girl’s body reached him subtly—different from ordinary body temperature, slightly higher than normal, but not uncomfortably hot. Instead, it brought a sensation almost like a gentle warm current.

It was an indescribable feeling, like holding a cup of perfectly warm hot cocoa on a winter’s day—comforting and soothing.

Along with her movements, a faint fragrance wafted subtly into Nagumo Uzuki’s nose.

It wasn’t the scent of perfume, but more like a natural, fresh aroma, with a hint of crispness yet softened by the unique warmth of youth.

Yoshiko’s way of supporting him was not merely holding him up; one hand steadied his arm, the other rested on his waist, causing his body to lean partly against hers.

This posture forced Nagumo Uzuki to slightly pull in his elbow, accidentally brushing against a supple part.

If he was correct, that spot was exactly what he suspected.

Are junior high students developing this well nowadays?

Nagumo Uzuki thought to himself, marveling at how modern nutrition had accelerated growth and development.

At the same time, he tried to adjust his posture to avoid further contact with that sensitive area.

But Yoshiko showed no sign of noticing anything amiss, maintaining this position as she steadily guided him downstairs.

All the while, Nagumo Uzuki wrestled internally between silently apologizing, “Sorry, I couldn’t free my hands earlier,” and debating whether he should warn her.

Finally, they reached the floor of Class 3-C.

Nagumo Uzuki sighed with relief.

At last, it was over.

He now found the usually dull Wakaba Mutsumi incredibly endearing.

However, just as Nagumo Uzuki prepared to step into the classroom, Yoshiko suddenly tugged him back gently.