#Love Hina Pocket how to

“Keitaro, a few things: First, Granny wants to give you the Dormitory, the land it sits on, and all assets attached.” Haruka pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag from it. When everyone looked at him, he took a step back nervously. The entire room went silent as the tenants looked at Haruka in surprise, and it stayed silent until Keitaro finally arrived from his walk back up the hill. “Yeah, about that… Granny told me who the promised girl is.” “Is this some kind of a joke to you?!” Motoko snapped at her. “Besides, if he wants to get into Toudai for his promised girl, I’m sure he’d endure something as minor as Motoko trying to kill him.” “For the kind of money he’s getting out of this? He’d be stupid not to,” Naru argued. He may be indestructible but he doesn’t exactly scream ‘Masochist’, to me,” Kitsune noted. “Though, this is all assuming he even wants to stay. “And Kitsune has an actual man to use her wiles on to get out of paying the rent,” Naru joked.Īnd Shinobu, who quietly fidgeted to the side, had a really cute boy she could ogle, not that she’d say such a thing aloud. “And Su can study Keitaro and find out how he cannot die!” the Molmolese girl cheered. “It works out for everyone,” Haruka said, “I can focus more on managing our jobs, Keitaro has a place to live and study to get into Toudai, Naru has a study partner, and Motoko can work towards killing him.” Motoko looked down at her broken sword, laying on the living room table, and then glared at Kitsune.

#Love Hina Pocket how to

“Look on the bright side,” Kitsune chimed, “At least you’ll have plenty of chances to figure out how to kill him.” Motoko cringed, and bitterly acquiesced as she looked away from Haruka. If you want to take it up with her, go ahead.” “But this is a girl’s dormitory!” Motoko protested, “You can’t let some young man fresh out of High School run it!” “She wants Keitaro to take up ownership of the inn and manage the dormitory as the new landlord.”

“Granny was very clear about this,” Haruka replied. “S-she’s just giving him the inn, b-but-!” “WHAT?!” Motoko yelled as Haruka showed the papers Hina faxed her to all the tenants of the Hinata-sou, gathered in the living room. “Oh, all right,” Haruka replied just a second before what Hina said registered. “Haruka-chan, is your fax machine hooked up?” There was a brief pause, and then, “Did you say his second attempt?”Ī much longer silence followed, before a much softer, warmer laugh from Hina caught Haruka off-guard. I'm not sure how long it's going to actually take him.” “Well, this is his second time failing to get in. Haruka hummed, a short and uncertain sound usually associated with the normally stoic woman. “Regardless of that, if you like, Keitaro can stay at the Inn until his parents come back around, or he gets into Tokyo University.” “Oho! It might take some time then, who knows maybe he'll wear her down like Naoto wore Tsuruko.” Hina let out an amused, if witch-like, cackle at that. “She is as stubborn as Tsuruko and Naoto combined, Granny. “I can only hope she tires herself out and learns from this. “She can’t do any real damage to him, though definitely not out of a lack of trying.” “Speaking of, how has he fared against Motoko?” “They threw him out over failing an entrance exam? I’ll have to talk to them about being so rash, Kei-chan is special after all,” Hina replied.

He’s got nowhere else to go, so I'm going to let him stay here at the inn.” “He hasn’t gotten into Tokyo University, and his parents kicked him out. Standing outside the Hinata-sou as its tenants carried Keitaro and Motoko inside to tend to them, Haruka was on her phone with her Grandmother and the current owner of the Hinata-sou, Hina Urashima.

But what is it that keeps us here, writing, reading, and raging this cycle endlessly? Do you understand the implications of this? Hours–literally hours of time–lost to the constant flow of writing, reading, rage, repeating. Not a lot of action in this chapter, but don't worry, I'll make up for it in Chapter 4.ĭisclaimer: Ladies and gentlemen.