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    Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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    Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
    156

    Karl defined Frey’s emotions
    as feelings of hurt.

    He explained that Frey felt
    hurt because Lucy had left her behind and advanced far ahead.

    After parting ways with Karl,
    Frey went to the library and opened a dictionary.

    Inside, the dictionary defined
    hurt feelings as feeling regretful and unsatisfied.

    Since Frey was unfamiliar with
    both terms, she researched them, but the dictionary loved using
    circular definitions.

    Regretful referred back to
    unsatisfied, and unsatisfied referred back to hurt feelings.

    As a result, Frey failed to
    understand the definition of her emotions.

    “Useless.”

    She closed the dictionary and,
    resting her forehead against the bookshelf, recalled what Karl had
    told her a few days ago.

    “Lady Kent, you feel hurt
    because Miss Lucy has suddenly pulled far ahead on her own. You might
    have thought of her as your rival.”

    Professor Karl’s words were
    likely correct.

    ‘This red emotion within me
    emerged when I realised Lucy was much stronger than I had imagined.

    To erase this lingering red
    emotion in my heart, I must reach the place where Lucy stands, as
    Professor Karl suggested.’

    “I can’t call you Sloppy
    Swordsman anymore.”

    As soon as she imagined Lucy
    saying that with a smile, Frey felt it.

    The colour etched in her heart
    began to fade.

    Not only that, but another
    unidentified colour started to seep in.

    Startled, she lifted her head
    and reopened the dictionary to look up the definition of hurt
    feelings again.

    ‘So, the colour that had
    settled in my heart until now was the feeling of hurt.

    Then, what was this new colour
    taking its place as it faded away?’

    Frey tilted her head,
    recalling the words of the person who had provided her with the
    answer.

    “I will help you. After
    all, I am a professor. I cannot overlook a student’s distress.”

    ‘Would receiving help from
    Professor Karl also reveal the identity of this other emotion?’

    Upon reaching that thought,
    Frey stood up. She was the type to act first and think later.

    The day after I called Frey
    trash.

    I worried that she might not
    want to see my face, but Frey appeared as usual for her morning
    training.

    Grandpa shouted triumphantly
    upon seeing her, as if to say, “I told you so.”

    Excuse me, Grandpa. I already
    knew that.

    But if a girl is feeling
    uneasy about something, shouldn’t you comfort her? Saying things
    like, “Why worry, your mouth is dirty anyway,” isn’t
    helpful.

    This guy definitely wasn’t
    popular when he was alive.

    What’s the point of being a
    hero who saved the world or a noble Paladin if you can’t empathise
    with others? Despite people admiring Grandpa because of his
    appearance and achievements, they’d be horrified once they saw his
    true character.

    ‘Hello, Frey.’

    “Hi, Sloppy Swordsman.”

    “Lucy.”

    As I greeted Frey with a sigh
    of relief, she called my name.

    Huh? Frey’s expression looks
    different today.

    How should I put this?

    Frey’s eyes usually appear
    dull.

    But today, there’s a
    difference. Her gaze is as sharp as when she swings her sword.

    “I’m going to beat you.”

    ‘What? All of a sudden?’

    “Hah. Someone like you?”

    “Yes. I’ll make sure you
    never look down on me again.”

    Although my [Mesugaki] skill
    distorted my intention again midway, Frey didn’t seem to mind.

    Instead, she continued
    speaking without a hint of hesitation.

    “During the Final Exam,
    I’ll prove to you that I’m not a Sloppy Trash.”

    And with that, Frey finished
    what she had to say and left, announcing she would be undergoing
    separate training until then.

    ‘…Uh, so that’s not a sign
    that she dislikes me, right?’

    ’No, but I just wanted to
    confirm.’

    Even though Frey declared she
    was going to beat me and left, my daily life didn’t really change.

    It was just that the spot
    where Frey used to be was now empty.

    For example, in sparring
    classes.

    Usually, Frey was my opponent.
    To be exact, no one else volunteered, so it naturally became that
    way.

    I was a troublesome presence
    to others.

    I’m notoriously ill-tempered
    and have skills unmatched by anyone in the same grade.

    So, who in their right mind
    would volunteer to spar with me?

    Especially after something
    like this:

    “You sloppy trash, did
    you really sign up to spar with me? Do you like getting beat up? Are
    you a masochist? Should I stomp on you? Just kidding. I don’t want to
    step on trash like you; my feet might get contaminated.”

    Unless they were as eccentric
    as Frey, who would dare to face me?

    So, while I was thinking of
    sparring with Karl or Anton during the session, an unexpected
    volunteer showed up.

    The one who slapped me during
    the entrance exam… um, let’s see…

    What was her name again?

    I see her face often, but I
    can’t remember her name. Every time we meet, all I say is “Trash
    Lady,” “Idiot,” or “Trash.”

    “I’m going to crush you
    today, you piece of trash.”

    Trash Lady glared at me with
    fury as she said this, but that didn’t change the outcome of our
    sparring.

    The gap between us was just
    too wide.

    It’s not that Trash Lady is
    particularly weak. Among the first-year students, she is definitely
    in the upper ranks.

    She can’t compete with Frey,
    but she might have a chance against Arthur or Jack.

    The problem was that her
    opponent was me.

    Right now, I’m a monster who
    can easily defeat even knights from well-known families.

    So, during the sparring
    session, Trash Lady couldn’t land a single effective hit.

    Honestly, sparring with her
    was incredibly boring.

    Her attacks just bounced off
    my shield.

    I couldn’t swing my mace
    either, worried that I might break something if I did.

    Ugh, this isn’t good practice.
    It feels like a waste of time.

    Next time, even if she
    challenges me, I’ll just ignore her and spar with Karl instead.

    Failing to control her temper,
    Trash Lady swung her sword wildly and fell over again. She stumbled
    trying to get up, only to fall flat on her face.

    Using all her strength to
    swing her sword without moderation had finally taken its toll on her.

    Should I call it off now?
    Continuing any further would just result in her getting hurt.

    ‘Lady, perhaps it’s time to
    stop? You seem very exhausted.’

    “Don’t get up, Trash
    Lady. If you try, you’ll just end up crawling on the ground again.
    Just accept that you’re trash and keep crawling. That suits you
    better.”

    Was it because I didn’t like
    her that much? My [Mesugaki] skill translation came off pretty harsh.

    At this rate, I might end up
    stepping on her head and mocking her.

    But this isn’t the first time
    [Mesugaki] skill has been like this. She’s probably somewhat used to
    my tone by now, so it’s probably fine…

    “…Hic.”

    When I saw the tears falling
    from Trash Lady’s eyes as she held herself up on the ground, my mind
    went blank.

    Ah. Oh dear?

    Um?

    No way.

    Hey. Why are you crying all of
    a sudden? That’s not like you.

    Even when I spoke harshly, you
    were the type to grit your teeth and fight back.

    I did act pretty badly… but
    it wasn’t just me! You talked behind my back and insulted me too!

    If you start crying first,
    pretending to be some innocent victim, what am I supposed to do? It
    makes me look like the only bad person here!

    When I looked away from Trash
    Lady, who was trying hard to hold back her tears, I noticed the
    attention of people around us.

    Their stares were cold.

    Even someone as dense as me
    could understand the meaning behind those looks: ‘Here goes Lady
    Allen again.’

    Sigh.
    I can practically see my reputation plummeting.

    Why does Lucy always have to
    deal with such disasters?

    Just when things seem to be
    getting better, something always happens to drag them down. Even a
    roller coaster would have fewer drops than this.

    Should I just change my name
    and live a new life to reset my reputation?

    While I was trying to escape
    reality, unsure of how to solve the situation in front of me, Karl
    approached from a distance.

    “Lady Allen. Lady Baines.
    Shall we step outside for a moment?”

    Yes. It’s better than being in
    the middle of everyone’s stares here.

    By the way, her last name is
    Baines, huh. I’ll remember it this time. I can’t keep calling her
    Trash Lady in my head.

    Outside, as Karl tried to
    comfort Lady Baines, she started to sob uncontrollably.

    Until just now, she had held
    back out of pride, but once the dam broke, she couldn’t stop.

    Watching the crying young girl
    felt peculiar.

    Even though we’ve had a rocky
    relationship, she’s still a teenage girl. Seeing someone much younger
    than me cry evokes some sympathy.

    I already avenged myself for
    that slap long ago, so there’s no real reason to hate her anymore.

    Maybe I should suggest we
    reconcile.

    It’s usually the elder’s role
    to extend the olive branch first in situations like this. Let’s
    take the initiative to show some magnanimity.

    I don’t know if I can overcome
    the barrier of the [Mesugaki] Skill to apologise, but it’s worth a
    try, right?

    If I succeed, my reputation
    will improve, and if I fail, it won’t be any different from now, so
    there’s nothing to lose.

    After a long while, when Lady
    Baines finally calmed down, I approached her.

    Lady Baines glared at me with
    her swollen eyes.

    Such straightforward
    hostility. If I had seen that look when I first came into Lucy’s
    body, I would have been terrified.

    But not now.

    I’ve dealt with so many
    hateful glares leading up to now. I’ve gotten used to it.

    ‘Are you alright?’

    “Alright? Trash Lady? Pfft.
    You look incredibly pathetic, crying your eyes out like that.”

    “Shut up and get lost, Lucy
    Allen.”

    ‘I’m sorry. It’s my fault.’

    “Puhah. Trying to act tough
    after getting thrashed! What can you even do about it, Trash Lady?
    What can you do besides crying? Sloppy~ Trash~ Crybaby~ Ugly~”

    “I told you to shut up!”

    Yep, it’s as tough as
    expected.

    Even though I anticipated it,
    experiencing it first hand feels overwhelming.

    Perhaps it’s impossible to
    reconcile with those who hate me.

    Looking back, reconciling with
    Arthur was almost a miracle.

    If the Petty Evil God hadn’t
    separated Arthur and me as part of his torment, Arthur might still
    hate me now.

    Wait, when you think about it,
    didn’t the Petty Evil God end up helping my personal relationships
    more than the Sloppy Armadi?

    …Sloppy Armadi! Do better!

    If you keep this up, I might
    start believing in the Petty Evil God instead of you!

    Ding.

    [A new quest has been issued.]

    [The reason you’re unpopular!]

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