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Chapter 388 If I had known earlier, the boy would also be…

In the classroom in the early morning.

Shinji Takamiya rested his chin on his hand on the table, sighing countless times.

As an ordinary Japanese high school student with busy parents, a younger sister, and a house, his school life is very peaceful.

There were no strange aliens or superpowered individuals suddenly appearing, nor was he two-timing or toying with the feelings of innocent girls. He wasn't the one being confronted with a machete, saying strange things like "The kettle is about to boil" or "Why do you seem so familiar?"—he was a pure-hearted high school boy who had never been in a relationship!
"You've sighed so many times, Takamiya..."

Students in their second year of high school are indeed at an age where they are prone to sentimentality, but this is clearly going too far.

"Could it be some kind of puberty syndrome?"

His classmates noticed his unusual behavior, but no matter how they asked, Takamiya Shinji remained silent, only appearing to be in great pain and suffering from a hidden illness.

When he does speak, it's only in a deliberately low voice that he utters a few words that are difficult to understand.

"If I had known earlier, the boy would have been..."

"Why me of all people..."

"Nothing happened to me! Yes, that's it!"

Even if he tried to hide it, several of his close classmates noticed that his voice seemed clearer today, his hair had grown a bit longer, his facial features had softened, and even his skin seemed to have become fairer overnight.

In short, she became more beautiful.

This young man, who could already make a living based on his looks, now makes everyone who sees him feel a subtle flutter in their heart.

"strangeness…"

Countless male high school students are beginning to doubt their sexual orientation.

Throughout the day, Shinji Takamiya seemed absent-minded, never even leaving his seat. When he had a physical education class, he simply said he wasn't feeling well and went to the infirmary to rest alone.

As soon as school was over, he would run home as if he were escaping.

……

When humans start thinking, they want to sleep.

Lying on his bed, the boy stared at the monotonous patterns on the ceiling, his eyes filled with confusion.

As he watched, it was as if he had drunk a strong liquor; his eyelids were drawn by some irresistible force, gradually closing, and he fell asleep.

……

In his dream, he began to recall what happened that day, things he should have forgotten, but he would relive them every time he closed his eyes.

That painful memory—

"This is a secret between the two of us. Don't tell anyone. If you do, you'd better watch out. I know where your school is, which class you're in, and even how many people are in your family. You'd better remember that, understand?"

The muscular, menacing man spoke in a sinister tone, raising his thick arms to trap the handsome, blue-haired boy in a corner. A huge shadow loomed over his body, making him look like a collapsing mountain.

After the boy, covered in sweat and nodding incessantly in terror like a chick pecking at rice, the guy, whose physique rivaled that of a character from a boiled egg novel, finally let out a cold snort and released him.

He was filled with regret for not having learned kendo with his younger sister, Takamiya Mana. Otherwise, he wouldn't be completely powerless to resist now... Well, looking at those hard muscles that were bigger than his head, the boy didn't think that a small bamboo sword could handle an opponent of this level, not even a divine-level katana or a flaming straight sword.

When exactly did he provoke such a villain? The boy was completely baffled, but at this moment he could only accept this cruel reality.

Even if it's just a month's living expenses, or being beaten up, he doesn't care... as long as he can leave alive, he will obediently endure it—the boy is not actually such a weak and incompetent person, nor is he the kind of person who would be bullied at school. If he were to face a delinquent who is extorting money, he would muster the courage to fight back for his dignity.

but!
If only it were a simple question about shady dealings or organized crime.

But his innate cautious nature and keen insight, along with the chilling sensation that pierced his body, made him fully aware—this guy,

They're the kind of thugs capable of attacking the President of the United States in the street!
He's the kind of villain who would vandalize the Statue of Liberty with his bare hands!

They are the kind of serious criminals who can freely come and go even after being locked up in prison!
Even just looking at his appearance, you could tell that killing was commonplace for him, as common as eating and drinking.

But he, Shinji Takamiya, still has a lovely little sister waiting for him to come home and cook for him. He absolutely cannot die like this!
He had only glanced at her on his way home from school when everything went black, he lost consciousness, and was brought here. At this moment, the boy's regret was like a raging river.

"The imagination is quite rich."

The man struck a peculiar pose before him, his entire body crackling and popping, his arms vibrating, and he let out a high-pitched cry.

"Time is tight and the task is heavy... I will only teach you once, how much you learn depends on yourself."

Then, Shinji Takamiya saw a hand blade flashing with cold light, like a snow-white blade of light tearing through the air and cleaving through the vacuum. Wherever the hand blade passed, it seemed as if the void itself was slightly distorted, as if everything had become unreal.

With his mind blank, Shinji Takamiya's eyes were filled only with this hand chop, which he kept magnifying.

……

"I feel like we could open a special training class for male protagonists from the Southern Dipper constellation, and give these weak male protagonists a good hard training. The graduation requirement would be to randomly defeat any of the Six Sacred Fists of the Southern Dipper."

Looking at the unconscious Takamiya Shinji, Jagi couldn't help but sigh.

"I don't understand what you mean by 'you can't beat the villains at all, and you can't protect what you're supposed to protect'!"

Kurumi, who was watching from the sidelines, didn't understand what he had done, but Yukari Yakumo did, and she covered her head in pain.

"You're at it again, aren't you afraid of human-to-human transmission?"

“That makes sense.” Jagi frowned, realizing this wasn’t a simple matter. “Zi, let’s give him a ‘Boundary Between Man and Woman’!”

……

"—Brother! What should we do? An angel has descended upon our house!"

Along with this flustered sound, the door to Shinji Takamiya's room was flung open.

A young girl rushed in, her hair tied in a ponytail, with a distinctive beauty mark under her eye. She was wearing a black sailor uniform, carrying a backpack on her shoulder and a bamboo sword pouch in one hand. Large beads of sweat kept appearing on her forehead, and her shoulders were heaving violently.

"Why is there a beautiful girl I don't recognize in my house? Could it be...?"

The moment she saw the "boy," Takamiya Mana's expression became quite interesting. She even forgot what she was about to say, blinked, and hesitantly asked:
"Brother... Sister?!"

(End of this chapter)