【Future Sight】Saving Tragic Beautiful Girls and Making Them Obsessively Fall for Me 〜I Selfishly “Helped” the Witches Who Were Gonna Destroy the World Just to Train My Martial Arts, and Now They’re All Dripping with Obsession and Worshipping Me〜 - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Huh. Fuka’s saying something over there, but… whatever, it’s fine.

More importantly right now…!

“—You’re the one!!”

“Trash… dieeee!!”

He’s spamming those explosive slashes from earlier like they’re normal attacks now. Boom boom boom, shaking the whole neighborhood—kinda rude to the neighbors, dude.

Alright, in that case.

…Sharpen every sense in my body. Remember what my master said: “The essence of martial arts is feeling the world.”

See with your eyes, hear with your ears, smell with your nose. Feel the air’s vibrations through every single pore.

Do that and… yeah, there it is.

“HYAAAHHHH!!”

“Ah—watch out, Taylor-kun…!!”

The scenery flows super slow. I can clearly see that heavy sword slicing through the sticky air straight toward me.

Yeah, the power packed in is insane, but… the sword path’s all wobbly, his core’s shaky too. Just coat my hand lightly with mana in the air so I don’t cut myself—

“—And if I poke at the extra tension and break his flow…”

While I faintly hear the girl’s scream way off in my focused mind, my fingertips touch the flat of the descending blade. Just a light tap—and boom, magic.

“G-GAAAHH!”

The slash path bends all goofy and slices nothing but air. Another ground-shaking impact.

But this time it’s not just that. Look—

“G-Ah, aaaah!? My arm!?”

Yup, worked perfectly.

“Eh… Taylor-kun’s fine, but the guy’s arm… it’s… broken!?”

Just like Fuka said in shock. In my line of sight, the guy’s still got his sword stuck in the ground, but he won’t—or can’t—lift his arm.

Because his arm’s bent perfectly at a spot that’s definitely not a joint, totally useless now.

“GUAAA, my arm!!”

“W-Why? Taylor-kun didn’t even attack…”

Heh heh heh, confused, huh?

“This—is martial arts.”

“Ma-Martial arts…? …Um, I don’t really get it… but it’s super amazing! Taylor-kun…!”

Yup, it’s amazing alright. This technique passed down from my master! The stronger the opponent’s force, the easier it is to redirect it the wrong way, forcing their body past its normal range and hurting themselves.

…But Fuka, are you kinda just nodding along without really understanding? Feels like total unconditional approval mode.

Eh, whatever. I’m not trying to spread martial arts or anything. I just want to hold onto an unbreakable self through the martial arts my master gave me.

So anyway.

“First real fight—super useful. Look, you’ve still got one good arm left. —Wanna keep going?”

“GUOOOO, die! I’m definitely gonna kill youuu!!”

Yeah yeah, nice spirit. Looks like I can still test my martial arts plenty more.

Come on. More, more… more—!

—And.

…Before I know it, the sun’s already starting to set. Somewhere a crow’s cawing too.

I left home after noon, and even subtracting the time to get here, I’ve been fighting for a really long while.

But thanks to that.

“I now know my martial arts work just fine against a guy like you. Thanks. Well—”

He probably can’t hear me anymore though.

“U-G-Ga…”

The witch’s pawn lying on the ground like a ragged dishcloth. Every part of his body’s bent wrong, covered in bruises and internal bleeding spots. Blood dribbling from his mouth, and the witch power he had wrapped around him is barely flickering now.

Beat him this bad and the witch’s power will fade eventually too. I’m not killing him, but since he tried to rape and murder an innocent girl, he can deal with this level of pain.

Alright. So [Future Sight] is real, I got to test my strength too.

Time to head home—

“—U-Um…!”

“…Hm?”

A voice suddenly calls out. I look over and Fuka’s standing pretty far from me and the pawn guy. She’s running toward me now.

She’s still here? Thought she would’ve bolted ages ago.

“What’s up? Like you can see, the guy who attacked you is done for. The reason he attacked… well, skipping details, but he temporarily lost his mind. Nothing to worry about anymore.”

“Y-Yeah… okay…”

Fuka finally reaches me, catching her breath from the run. Then she just stares hard at the guy twitching on the ground.

…Ah crap. Should I have hidden this? Unlike me—who’s used to brutal futures like this—normal girls probably don’t have the stomach for it.

Eh, if she gets scared and runs off, that’d actually save me the hassle… or so I was casually thinking.

But when Fuka lifts her eyes to look at me… her gaze is smeared with this thick, unreadable emotion. And that intense feeling is directed—

“—Um. Taylor-kun, really… thank you…!”

“Yeah, uh… yeah, I did save you, so. You’re welcome.”

“Really, really… Fuka was saved by Taylor-kun…! You’re probably the only one in this whole world who…—”

She’s talking about protecting her from that guy, right? But it feels way heavier than that. Well, if you think about it as saving her chastity and her life, maybe that’s normal?

But more than that—first real fight’s got me wiped, so I just wanna go home already.

“Yeah, Fuka. I’ll take the thanks. But you don’t need to do anything more. I’m tired, so I’m heading back.”

“Y-Yeah, right! You’re tired! ‘Cause you… went this far for this person… hehe…”

Hm? Instead of getting scared looking at the ragdoll guy, why’s her face all dreamy like that?

What’s up with her. Is she actually kinda dangerous?

…Eh, whatever. Seems like Fuka’s satisfied, so let’s bounce.

Or so I thought—right then.

“Ah. W-Wait, Taylor-kun!”

“Hm?”

Fuka calls out with a panicked face. Then her expression shifts, like she’s torn between saying it or not.

“What? If you’ve got something to say, just say it.”

“Taylor-kun…”

I nudge her like that, and it seems to settle her resolve. She stares straight at me with those thick, dripping eyes.

“Um, actually… Fuka…”

Even so, her face looks kinda guilty as she says it.

“I don’t have anywhere to go. I know it’s super rude to ask this, but still… please. Take Fuka with you too, Taylor-kun…! —If you do…”

“!”

Whoa, the vibe just shifted…

“Fuka will do anything for Taylor-kun. Really anything, whatever it is— If you’ll guide Fuka… even my body… okay…?”

At the end, on Fuka’s face was…

…This weird, devoted look mixed with just a tiny bit of shyness. And her amethyst-like eyes glint dully, melting in a trance.

No clue. What the hell is making her say stuff like this.

I mean, we’re basically strangers, and she’s already talking about her body—Fuka’s definitely a dangerous girl, confirmed. Or maybe I’m just out of touch since I don’t have friends, and kids these days are this wild…?

While I stare at Fuka—who’s not blinking, not looking away at all—I think about it like it’s someone else’s problem.

And then I just go,

“—We’ve got extra rooms, so you can come if you want. But my family’s kinda… intense, y’know.”