AWB Chapter 727 - 727
Chapter 727 - 727
The model she had found was, of course, Eiji.Everything that happened afterward was already known to Eiji.
She had participated in Rebellion's attack on Hagun Academy, then appeared as a member of Akatsuki Academy at the Seven Star Sword Art Festival, repeatedly making demands of Eiji.
To her, nothing else mattered except making Eiji her model.
"I understand your reasoning now."
A hint of softening appeared in Eiji's expression.
Sara's perseverance had indeed moved him.
However, there was still a question.
"Why must you complete that painting no matter what?"
Eiji voiced his final doubt.
"Your father was quite incompetent, wasn't he? He never fulfilled any responsibility toward his daughter, never gave you any paternal love. Why are you still so obsessed with painting?"
"Because I love my father."
Sara answered without hesitation, her voice firm and resolute.
"That man indeed never gave me any love, but I still cannot treat him as if he never existed. He might have considered me a burden, but loving him is my own affair—it doesn't require his approval."
"You can call it selfishness if you want. That man had the obligation to allow me to be selfish."
Yes.
Sara never hated her father.
From the very beginning, what she hated was the painting that had taken her father away from her.
This in itself was proof of her love for her father.
After her father's death, she couldn't even bring herself to destroy the painting that had stolen him away.
This was the root of everything.
She loved her father, so she had to complete that painting no matter what.
At the very least, to make up for her father's regret and let him rest in peace with a smile.
"Falling in love with painting came later. The moment I picked up a brush, my heart filled with joy... I truly am that man's daughter."
Sara showed a happy smile.
This hobby inherited from her father made her feel connected to him.
"No matter what, I must complete that painting, and you are the only perfect model I've chosen!"
Sara stared intently at Eiji, her eyes burning with determination.
"So, will you please become my model?"
Her eyes were filled with anxiety.
There was even fear in them, as if she dreaded hearing a negative answer.
But more than that, there was indomitability—the stubborn refusal to give up no matter how many times she was rejected.
Eiji remained silent.
He didn't give an answer.
Instead, he closed his eyes as if pondering something, lightly tapping his arm with two fingers.
He didn't look like he was about to agree.
The light in Sara's eyes gradually dimmed as he remained silent.
"My senior was right after all."
Eiji opened his eyes, let out a slow sigh, and uttered a completely unrelated remark.
"What?"
Sara looked at him in confusion.
"I mean what she said about you and me being similar."
Eiji turned to look at her, amusement in his eyes.
Yes.
Very similar.
Extremely similar.
Both born suffering from illness, only able to grow up under others' care, enduring countless pains and hardships, never having a single good day.
Even after overcoming their illnesses, they fell into curse-like obsessions, constantly running around for these obsessions, persisting with astonishing willpower.
In her, Eiji could see another version of himself.
That torment and obsession resonated deeply within him, stirring a soul-shaking empathy.
If there was one person in this world who most resembled Eiji, it would undoubtedly be Sara.
Even Eiji himself hadn't realized this, yet his senior sister had noticed it before him.
Truly worthy of her.
"Then... in that case...?"
Sara's heartbeat suddenly quickened, her blood flow accelerating rapidly until her head spun with dizziness.
But she paid it no mind, her eyes fixed intently on Eiji, brimming with hopeful delight.
"There's one condition."
Eiji raised a single finger.
"Condition?"
Sara was taken aback.
"In tomorrow's match, defeat me with everything you've got!"
Eiji's expression was unprecedentedly serious.
His eyes too overflowed with a certain anticipation.
Just as Sara wanted to obtain something from him, Eiji also wanted something from Sara.
"Defeat you?"
Sara didn't quite understand.
If he wanted to win the championship, wouldn't it be better for her to simply forfeit?
"I don't care about the championship. All I care about is getting stronger, nothing more."
Eiji declared without hesitation, his tone firm and resolute.
He had never cared about fame or glory.
From beginning to end, he pursued only one thing.
The cursed obsession with becoming stronger.
"If you can defeat me, I'll pose as your model as many times as you want!"
Eiji made a promise that thrilled Sara beyond measure.
He had finally relented!
To Sara, this was nothing short of miraculous!
However.
"That's too difficult."
Sara also felt utterly powerless.
She had once witnessed Twin-Wings in war-torn regions.
Having seen the Twin Wings Style firsthand, she knew full well that Eiji's title of Sword God was absolutely genuine!
Facing and defeating a swordsman comparable to Twin-Wings, a swordsman hailed as the Sword God and the world's strongest—for a Blazer of her level, it seemed nearly impossible!
"The difficulty is what makes it motivating."
Eiji, however, was completely unfazed.
Instead, he grew even happier, spreading his hands with a laugh.
As if seeing her struggle with this dilemma brought him joy.
Quite the mischievous one.
"I'll do my best!"
Intense fighting spirit ignited in Sara's eyes.
A decade-long dream, an opportunity right before her—no matter how impossible it seemed, she would never give up without trying!
Thus, the two made their pact.
"I'm back!"
It was only after this heart-to-heart conversation concluded that Touka finally arrived, fashionably late.
Her face was marked by bitterness and a clear headache.
"Well, try this on..."
"Isn't this just lingerie?Eiji glanced over, his urge to retort instantly uncontrollable.
What Touka held in her hand was indeed just a piece of underwear.
Only the cup size was unusually large!
"Still better than a flimsy apron."
Touka waved her hand dismissively, looking utterly exhausted.
She had genuinely searched every store but couldn't find anything lighter than a paintbrush!
"This isn't bad."
Sara changed into the lingerie, her expression relatively normal.
It was a strappy, body-hugging style, barely noticeable in weight.
More importantly, areas that couldn't be covered by the apron were now properly concealed.
Though the provocative vibe hadn't diminished much—the snug fit instead had an alluring charm.
This woman must have a physique that looks seductive no matter how she dresses, right?
After leaving the mall, Sara departed.
Although Touka was still quite worried, the other party's expression was so resolute that she didn't try to stop her.
"Oh no, it's already this late!"
Catching sight of a clock by the roadside, Touka exclaimed in surprise.
"Junior brother, come with me quickly!"