He is amazing.

He actually replied to me! Miyamizu Mitsuha felt a mix of excitement and the bashful embarrassment of a miscreant caught by their master.

However, this was no time to dwell on that; she tapped open the memo and began to read.

The owner of this body was named Hojo Kyosuke. According to his conjecture, the two of them were swapping bodies in their sleep, meaning their consciousnesses were entering each other's physical forms.

Huh? How could such a thing happen? As a seasoned shrine maiden, Miyamizu Mitsuha found it utterly unbelievable.

Reading further:
Enrolled in the junior high division of Tojo Academy. So he was a junior high student after all. That night had frightened her to death—were all Tokyo junior high schoolers this wild?

Leader of the delinquent gang, the Blue Ogre Angels...
So it wasn't just child's play. Looking at the note that read, "If someone bows and greets you, don't be startled," Miyamizu Mitsuha gave a dry chuckle.

Kendo club instructor, rooftop lunch breaks...
Good friends in the same class include Kisaki Tetta. That's it? Having only a single friend is way too pathetic.
There was also the vice-leader and friend, Maki Kyosuke.

"You can turn to the above two people if you encounter any trouble. Also, if you receive any text messages, do not reply on my behalf."

As if! Talking as if anyone wanted to read his messages, conceited jerk. Thinking this, Miyamizu Mitsuha couldn't resist tapping open the email app.

Okudera Miki, Yamauchi Sakura, Nishimiya Shouko, Ueno Natsuki, Celty Sturluson...
What is up with this guy? Why are all these names girls'? There's even a foreigner?!
Is he a total playboy?! Miyamizu Mitsuha's eyes widened.

She tapped them open one by one to check, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. None of them were romantic partners; they were just fairly good friends.

Noticing her own abnormal reaction, Miyamizu Mitsuha suddenly felt a wave of shame and anger. What business of mine is it whether he's a playboy or not? I just don't want to be dragged down by his messy affairs.

Next was the commute: "If you know how to ride a motorcycle, you can ride my Rocket 33. If not, you can choose to take the subway. The train schedule is as follows..."

Heh, Rocket 33? What kind of name is that? It's kind of cute. No, wait, the main point is that I'm going to miss the subway!

Miyamizu Mitsuha glanced at the time and instantly leaped off the sofa.

Fortunately, although Hojo Kyosuke commuted by motorcycle, he had the habit of studying or doing morning exercises at home every morning, so time was plentiful. Otherwise, if Miyamizu Mitsuha had stayed dazed for that long, she would have been late long ago.

Quickly slipping on her shoes and grabbing her school bag, Miyamizu Mitsuha bolted out the door.

The moment she opened the door, her field of vision suddenly expanded, and the morning scenery of Tokyo instantly unfolded before Miyamizu Mitsuha's eyes.

This is Tokyo!
The glass exterior walls of the high-rise buildings gleamed, the trees in the nearby park were lush and green, and there were giant tower cranes and an endless stream of cars on the highway...

The unique spectacle of the metropolis made Miyamizu Mitsuha's eyes widen with excitement. With no time to dwell on it, the elevator had arrived. Reluctantly pulling her gaze away from the hallway window, Miyamizu Mitsuha stepped into the elevator.

Downstairs, Miyamizu Mitsuha spotted that conspicuous black motorcycle at a glance.

Is that it?
In the memo left by Hojo Kyosuke, there was a photo of the Rocket 33.

So cool! Even though she had never had any contact with motorcycles, just a single glance had Miyamizu Mitsuha conquered by the coolness of the Rocket 33.

Damn it, why don't I know how to ride a motorcycle?

Suppressing her reluctance, Miyamizu Mitsuha jogged toward the subway station.

This body runs so fast! Amidst her running, the continuous surge of power emanating from within the body shocked Miyamizu Mitsuha all over again. How could this guy named Hojo Kyosuke be so formidable? He was only a first-year junior high student, yet he was both a delinquent gang leader and a kendo instructor.

She lost some time on the way due to being captivated by the novel streetscapes, but luckily she caught the subway at the very last second, and Miyamizu Mitsuha let out a sigh of relief. Casually raising her hand to grab the hand strap: being tall really is great!

Arriving at her station, Miyamizu Mitsuha, who had never experienced the Tokyo morning rush hour, was pushed off the train by the crowd. Standing at the station exit, the ceaseless flow of people around her gave her a sense of being lost.

Right, Hojo Kyosuke told me which way to go!

She hurriedly opened the memo and pulled up the navigation following his instructions. Even though it was just a short distance, that person named Hojo Kyosuke had still specially marked the intersections along the way where she might take a wrong turn, and even noted down several convenience stores where he frequently bought breakfast.

This guy is so meticulous! And his home too; no matter what it was, everything was in immaculate order, and the placement of every single item matched the memo down to the letter.

He clearly should have only experienced this body-swapping phenomenon once, just like me. Back when I thought I was simply dreaming, he had already deduced so many things and even prepared such a detailed "life walkthrough guide" for me—is that the trendy way to put it?

Thinking thus, Miyamizu Mitsuha followed the navigation to the school gates of Tojo Academy. Sure enough, just as Hojo Kyosuke had said, people constantly greeted him, though it wasn't as exaggerated as that night.

Because Hojo Kyosuke hadn't told her how to handle this, Miyamizu Mitsuha could only maintain a smile and keep responding the entire way.

Little did she know, ordinarily Hojo Kyosuke found it troublesome and simply ignored them, and these subordinates didn't mind either. Greeting him was what they ought to do; whether the boss responded or not was his freedom.

However, seeing the boss smiling and responding to everyone today, the subordinates began to whisper among themselves, guessing whether the leader was in a particularly good mood today. Each and every one of them rubbed their palms together, plotting to take advantage of the after-school kendo practice to ask for pointers on some powerful techniques.

Naturally unaware of what awaited her after school, Miyamizu Mitsuha arrived at the classroom entrance feeling as though her face was about to freeze from smiling.

"Morning, Hojo," Kisaki Tetta said.

"Morning, Kisaki."

Kisaki Tetta, the strategist of the organization, a close friend in the same class, and also the person who had escorted her home that night. Hojo Kyosuke had written it very clearly in the memo, complete with an attached photo.

This guy actually sat in the exact same seat position as she did in Itomori, Miyamizu Mitsuha thought as she put down her school bag.

The difference in height brought about a difference in perspective. The sense of distance between the desktop and herself felt quite novel to Miyamizu Mitsuha.

Of course, what felt even more novel was this unfamiliar school. Miyamizu Mitsuha turned her head to look out the window.

Unlike the aged school buildings of Itomori, Tojo Academy, as a prestigious private institution, could truly be called immensely wealthy. The junior high school building where Hojo Kyosuke and the others studied had even been renovated just last year.

Enormous windows with high light transmittance, spotless corridors, metal handrails, glass skybridges connecting the buildings, a glass dome covering the open space between the school structures...

Everything filled Miyamizu Mitsuha with excitement, making her turn her head to look at Kisaki Tetta, who was diligently working on math problems.

"Kisaki, how much tuition does it cost to study at this school?"

"Why are you asking that? Don't you know?" Kisaki Tetta asked with a strange expression.

"Never mind that, just tell me, *onegaishimasu*."

Ugh.
"*Onegaishimasu*?" Kisaki Tetta felt a chill run down his spine at that sudden polite feminine phrasing.

"Ahem, stop wasting time and just tell me." Miyamizu Mitsuha hurriedly corrected herself. Hojo Kyosuke had instructed her on what to do if she encountered similar unusual situations. It was very simple: just act a bit fierce, and no one would dare question him too much.

"You guy, starting to tease people bright and early. For the first year, adding the enrollment fee, tuition, and facility expansion fund and whatnot, it's about one million five hundred thousand yen. For the following two academic years, there are other fees that will be notified in due course. Weren't you admitted tuition-free on the Principal's Scholarship anyway? Why are you asking?"

One million five hundred thousand!

Miyamizu Mitsuha silently lowered her head. Her annual allowance was only twenty thousand yen.

Turning her body slightly to shield herself from Kisaki Tetta's line of sight, Miyamizu Mitsuha opened her wallet. Her eyes were greeted entirely by ten-thousand-yen bills. A rough count revealed there were over a hundred thousand.

This guy is so rich!

But isn't he a delinquent gang leader? Why are his grades so good? The Principal's Scholarship—Miyamizu Mitsuha had only ever seen that in TV dramas, a privilege reserved exclusively for top students fought over by various prestigious schools.