episode_0065

A few weeks passed after taking the Yuki Onna mother and daughter.

Truly nothing much happened during these few weeks.

I started going back to that ridiculously boring school, carrying a ridiculously small bag, and I began mining Bitcoin using the Yuki Onna mother and daughter as human cooling fans.

Besides that, truly nothing special occurred.

Oh, of course, there wasn’t *no* change at all.

“Takuya~ Let’s eat together.”

“Alright. Hey, Momiji! Come here!”

“Ugh, uhm…”

That was it: I had made another school friend, besides Sōta.

To be precise, a female friend.

“Ah, a-a-alright…”

And she was quite the loner, a social outcast with communication issues.

If you ask why I ended up with such a friend, we’d have to go back a few days.

“Takuya~ Good morning~”

“Morning, Sōta.”

“Oh? Takuya, you don’t look so good?”

“Huh? Ah.”

A few days ago, when I arrived at the classroom of the school I reached based on Takuya’s memories, my mood was dismal.

The reason was simple.

*At this age, I have to attend classes…*

I just didn’t want to go to school.

One might say that since I couldn’t enjoy my youth in high school, it would be fun to go back now, but that’s only true if the kids are somewhat on your level.

“Look! It’s a bug I caught in the mountains yesterday!”

“Eek! Get it away!”

“Eww, gross.”

“Hehe, eat poop, poop!”

“That’s chocolate.”

“No! It’s poop!!”

Hmm, what kind of youth can I have with kids like these? It’s just a babysitting role.

Of course, there are some more mature kids, but…

“…”

Those kids are just reading books in the corner.

What’s more, they’re practically exuding an aura that screams, ‘Don’t ever come near me.’

Thanks to that, my only conversation partner was Sōta, who would listen to my complaints with a big smile next to me.

That’s why I was in quite a bad mood.

*During the time I spend with these kids, I’d rather be pounding Miyuki…*

What’s more, the homeroom teacher was a muscular man, and since it was a school in the countryside, there were no young female teachers, which brought my mood down even further.

And so, as I was enduring my boring school life…

“Sōta, I brought my game console. Let’s play behind the school after we eat.”

“Okay!”

I was so bored that I decided to secretly smash some games behind the school to lift my spirits.

“Hehe. Hey, try this.”

“Ugh… N-no…”

“Ha, did you just say no?”

-Splat!

I ended up witnessing a more interesting sight than I expected.

It was a scene where some rather well-dressed kids, for their age, had cornered a timid-looking girl and were bullying her.

“Takuya?”

“Sōta, quiet for a moment.”

I first told Sōta to be quiet to grasp the exact situation, then observed what was happening.

“Ugh… Why are you doing this…?”

“You don’t know why?”

The girl presumed to be the leader, standing at the front, laughed incredulously and spoke to the timid-looking girl.

“It’s because you stole Sayu’s stuff.”

At that, the timid-looking girl mustered up her courage and spoke.

“Th-that wasn’t me—!”

“Then who else would steal Sayu’s stuff if not a beggar like you?!”

“That’s right! That’s right!”

“Hand over Sayu’s stuff, now!”

“Hehe.”

What she got in return were the girl’s cold glare and sneers.

“N-no, it really wasn’t me…”

Seeing the girl’s reaction, the timid-looking girl’s voice grew increasingly timid as she spoke, and perhaps seeing her timidity boosted the other girls’ pride.

“How dare you lie!”

As the girl appearing to be the leader raised her palm, the timid-looking girl tightly squeezed her eyes shut.

She was probably bracing herself for the pain that was about to come.

However, the timid girl’s actions were futile. Why?

Because.

—Thwack!

“Kids. Isn’t this a bit too much?”

Because I blocked the hand of the girl who was about to slap her.

“Wha—what?!”

The girl who had raised her hand frowned so visibly, you could see it at a glance, as she looked at me, who had suddenly appeared and blocked her hand.

Perhaps it was because I had blocked her hand.

Or maybe.

-Squeeze.

“Ugh. Let go!”

It was probably because I was tightly gripping the wrist of the girl who was trying to shake off my hand.

I looked at the girl struggling to pull her hand away and the other girl behind her, who was staring at me with a mix of unease and a ‘who are you?’ expression, and I spoke.

“I’ll let go. Just don’t bully her again.”

It seems that many people around me have suffered from school violence, so I just don’t want this kind of thing to happen at the school I attend.

It was a sincere thought, but the reply I got back was truly a sight to behold.

“Why should I?! I already hate that some beggar b*tch goes to the same school as me!”

Watching the girl speak with a voice brimming with malice, I felt neither irritation nor anger. It was just a little funny.

No. Honestly, isn’t it quite a laughable thing to say?

*The very person calling someone a beggar probably just has parents with a bit of money.*

And yet, she’s speaking like that when her situation could easily reverse in a few years. What a sight.

Furthermore, usually, after this much, one would catch on and say ‘okay,’ but seeing her speak with such malice, it was clear she had been raised with excessive pampering.

In a word.

“Yeah. Seeing you defend her… your parents must be beggars too, then…”

She was a brat.

I casually let this brat’s words flow past me, but then her speech dragged on, so I got annoyed, loosely released her arm, and spoke.

“Yeah, you can blabber on for a hundred days. I’m leaving~”

“Where are you going! I’m not done yet…”

“Oh. And.”

Ah, I didn’t forget a warning either.

“Let’s not touch parents, okay?”

And I said it while radiating a murderous aura that I usually kept tightly suppressed.

Perhaps that’s why.

“Huh?”

The girl who seemed to be the leader slumped to the ground after hearing my words.

Fortunately, she didn’t seem to have wet herself.

I left the girl there and walked away.

“Hey, aren’t you coming?”

“Huh, uhm? M-me?”

“Then who else would I be talking to?”

Of course, I also picked up the girl who was being bullied.

So, what happened then?

Well, nothing much.

“You want to play together again today?”

-Nod nod.

“Alright then.”

From that day on, the timid girl—no, Momiji—came to our classroom to play every day, so I became friendly with her.

Sometimes she even attended classes in our classroom or ate lunch with us.

Is that allowed, you ask?

Fortunately, the teachers were quite flexible (including many who were hypnotized), and decisively.

“Of course! Of course! Without any problems! Just let our Takuya do whatever he wants! Oh, but don’t go too fast with the progress! Hahaha!”

“Ah, Teacher-nim, it’s not like that, I told you.”

It was also partly because a slightly strange misunderstanding had arisen.

Rumors circulating were that I was doing this because I had a crush on Momiji.

No. Even if it’s me, illegal pedophilia is a bit too much.

To begin with, even though I’m an omnivore, I basically prefer the curvaceous and well-endowed type.

“Isn’t that right, Sōta?”

“Takuyakun has always liked pretty Nunas.”

Exactly. But why are such misunderstandings happening?

I simply couldn’t understand.

“Hey, hey. Try this.”

“Ah, no, I’m full, it’s okay…”

“Tsk, eat it when I give it to you.”

“Ah, alright…”

-Munch.

Whenever she was picky about food or had a favorite dish, I’d force her to eat it.

“Hey. Why are you scooping it up with your dirty hands? I’ll lend you my water bottle. Drink with this.”

“It-it’s fine…”

“*I’m* not fine with it.”

Lending her things when hygiene seemed to be an issue.

“Ah. Look at your scraped knee. Wait, I’ll take you to the infirmary.”

“I can go by myself…”

“Tsk!”

“Whimper.”

Even though I carried her quickly to the infirmary in a princess carry when she seemed hurt.

“Hmm. I just don’t get it…”

“Takuya. Do you have no conscience?”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“Nothing…”

Anyway, with Sōta and Momiji joining me, I was leading a rather not-bad school life.

Honestly, it was so peaceful that it was unsettling.

Not that there was anything wrong with that.

Since I hadn’t been ordinary before my transmigration, and even after transmigration, I had been living a life of completing missions on strange screens, this kind of ordinary daily life was difficult to adapt to.

If you ask if I disliked it.

*No, not at all.*

On the contrary, I truly liked this daily life.

Especially because it was something I had never properly enjoyed.

It was just a little lacking in excitement. But it wasn’t bad.

*I hope it continues like this forever.*

But perhaps my words became a flag?

As I was watching the high school sports club members running at a nearby high school, this screen appeared before my eyes.

【Second Choice】 [You have encountered Haru, the heroine from ‘She Becomes Vulgar,’ in the gym storage room. You are given three choices.] [1. Save Haru.] [2. Leave Haru be.] [3. Take Haru.] [4. ???] [*Caution: If you do not make a choice, one will be randomly assigned.]

God clearly hated me, after all. Damn it.