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A thought flashes in your head as you instantly react to your sister's charge by counter-charging.
You're pretty sure Sakura likes Kizaemon too much to risk hurting her. That surely would stymie any truly aggressive maneuver since you hold the cat. In fact, you could take advantage of that by using the cat as a... What are you even thinking? Using your cat as a shield!?
Your best bet for escape is to knock Sakura aside and get out of the house!
Kizaemon, safely locked in your arm, squirms and struggles to escape in vain, all while yowling in protest at the sudden acceleration of your advance.
You feel a strange sensation. Everything seems very slow, like a trickle of molasses wending a ponderous trail down a pane of glass. You can even see the eyes of your little sister widening with shock in slow motion at your sheer speed and the audacity to attack.
You carefully aimed your shoulder towards her chest to better shield your cat from the shock of impact. Then ram it into her body and knock out the very breath from her lungs.
<span class="mu-r">Automatic success</span>
Well trained in martial arts or not, your little sister is only 14 years old, and you've gotten quite a power boost. It is remarkably easy to knock your sister back and rush past her afterwards. You step into the living room and aim to exit.
"This is payback!" The NHK man grabs you around the waist. He barely slows down your escape though; you are strong enough to drag him along to the hallway where Yatagarasu is busy jumping into his shopping bag to pretend he's a stuffed doll.
At first, it annoys you that he isn't escaping under his own power, but then remember that anyone witnessing him move and speak causes additional backlash.
The World is watching. What happens if more backlash is generated? The answer is unclear, and you get the implication that it would be deeply unpleasant.
"Yatagarasu, hold onto Ki-chan!" You shout and drop the yowling cat into the shopping bag. A startled Yatagarsu grabs on to the ball of hissing feline violence at your command. The cat is a tornado of claws and fangs; scratches and bites clearly hurt the goat, but Kizaemon cannot escape his grasp.
"Who the hell are you even talking to!?" The portly man screams, unable to see from his position, what you're doing.
"None of your business!" You say this while easily prying the arms off with your superior strength. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of the older man, the bruises will be gigantic. Also, the pain is clearly too much for the attacker, as he gasps in agony and lets go. With a powerful shove, you throw him back into the living room.
You reach over to grab the backpack and shopping bag.
