Chapter: Hurricane Enters! Arashi Kumon, The Wild Wind Fairy Appears!
The Spirit Moon Festival had barely ended. Gojo's apartment, once a quiet bachelor's space, had turned into a madhouse. With Suma, Hiyori, Hikami, and Mizuki all crammed into one living area — each with their own "marriage plan" — chaos was the new normal.
But fate had one more girl to toss into the storm.
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Somewhere beyond the human realm — The Wind Fairy Highlands
A gale whipped through sacred canyons. Wind temples cracked. Disciples flew through the air like leaves.
At the center of it all stood a girl with wind-wild silver hair, tanned skin, and a body carved by combat. Her bare arms gleamed with sweat. Her jade wind tattoos shimmered as she exhaled.
"Lame," she muttered, standing over a dozen unconscious male warriors.
"Not a single one lasted ten seconds."
She yawned, then flexed. Her tight top, clearly one size too small, protested.
Suddenly, a scroll zipped through the sky and slapped her in the face.
"HEY!"
She caught it, read the seal — and blinked.
MISSION: Secure or eliminate the unstable Spirit God, host: Gojo Kase.
Her brow twitched. "Spirit God, huh? Probably some old fart hiding in a mountain."
Then she flipped to the attached image.
A young man with snow-white hair, soft green eyes, and a shocked expression… wearing only a towel.
"…Oh," she muttered. Then louder: "WHY IS HE HALF-NAKED IN THE FILE?!"
But her heart did an involuntary thump.
"Tch. Whatever. I'll knock some sense into him."
She zipped into a sonic burst — gone in a gust of laughter and wind.
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Human World – Gojo's Apartment
BOOM!
The door shattered into splinters.
Wind exploded into the room, flipping skirts, knocking over rice bowls, and blowing Gojo's ramen straight into the ceiling. He staggered out of the kitchen, half-naked again, towel barely hanging on.
"NOT AGAIN!! Who the hell—?!"
A figure stood silhouetted in the wreckage.
Wind swirled around her. Her silver hair whipped wildly. Her top barely contained her bust. Her shorts clung like skin. Her amber eyes locked onto him with zero mercy.
"You the Spirit God?"
Gojo blinked. "Um… who's asking?"
"Arashi Kumon. Wind Fairy Clan. I'm here to test you."
Gojo gulped. "I-I don't remember signing up for that—"
She dashed.
In a second, her foot was against his chest, pinning him to the wall.
She sniffed. "You don't look godly. Smell like instant noodles and bad decisions."
The girls arrived.
Suma shrieked, "Get your wind-thighs off my fiancé!!"
Mizuki drew a frying pan. "Another one?!"
Hikami narrowed her eyes. "Wind pressure… level 6. She's dangerous."
Hiyori just stared at Arashi's chest. "That top defies physics…"
Arashi turned slowly. "This your harem?"
Gojo raised a hand weakly. "It's… complicated."
She let him fall. "Tch. I'm not here to flirt. I'm here to see if you're worth killing."
The room went silent.
Then Gojo smiled nervously. "Well, great! Just what I needed today."
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Later That Night – Shared Apartment Awkwardness
The girls debated where Arashi would sleep. Eventually, she barged into Gojo's room and declared it "most wind-efficient."
"You sleep on the floor," she said, tossing him a futon.
He raised an eyebrow. "You break into my house, test me like a boss fight, then steal my bed?"
She lay back on the mattress, hands behind her head. "Yup."
He groaned. "Do you always act like this?"
She glanced at him. "You always this weak-looking for a Spirit God?"
"Tch…"
But then she muttered, just low enough:
"…You don't seem evil. That's good."
Gojo blinked. "Wait, was that a compliment?"
She rolled over. "Shut up before I blow your towel off again."
He clutched it protectively.
The night passed. Tense. Electric.
A hurricane had entered his life.
And she wasn't going away.
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Next Time: Test of the Wind Blade! Gojo vs Arashi: First Clash?!