A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

"Kazama Chiba...you idiot! You big idiot!! Who wants you! Go to hell!"

She turned around abruptly, tears welling in her eyes, and finally stomped her foot hard, covered her face, and rushed to the other end of the corridor.

In the classroom, Kazama Chiba sat in a corner by the window, stuffing her schoolbag into her desk.

He could feel everyone in the class glancing in his direction, but he simply took an English textbook out of his bag and calmly opened it.

"Hey, that's way too cruel!"

Xiao Ke poked her head out from under the table, her tone somewhat complicated.

"Even though what she said was really harsh, aren't you afraid you'll end up without any friends?"

"It never existed in the first place."

Kazama Chiba stared at the words in her textbook without looking up. "Besides, only by pruning the dead branches and leaves can a tree grow taller."

The morning's classes were unremarkable.

For Kazama Chiba, who possesses memories of two lifetimes and is a top student, this high school knowledge is already second nature to her.

He spent most of his time in a daze, or mentally simulating tactical combinations of the Clow Cards.

Every time the bell rings to signal the end of get out of class, many people pretend to pass by the door of Class G, wanting to see what this brave man who dared to make Eriri cry looks like.

Until the lunch break bell rang.

Just as Kazama Chiba took out the box of fried noodles she bought from the convenience store, the front door of the classroom was suddenly pulled open forcefully.

"boom!"

Several boys wearing modified school uniforms and with brightly colored hair swaggered in.

The leader, with a buzz cut, was the captain of the school's judo club and the core of the group that had always disliked Kazama Chiba: Yamada Tsuyoshi.

The previously noisy classroom instantly fell silent.

Everyone knows who these people are.

A notorious delinquent group in school.

The boy who was in the lead scanned the classroom and finally fixed his gaze on Kazama Chiba in the corner.

He grinned and strode over, kicking Kazama Chiba's desk.

"Bang!"

The table shook violently, and the bag of fried noodles fell to the ground.

"Hey, Kazama."

"I heard you were quite impressive this morning? You actually dared to make Eriri-san cry?"

"Since you're so bold, how about we go to the rooftop and have a chat about life? I bet you have a lot to confess, right?"

The students around him either looked down and pretended to read, or slipped out of the classroom early.

No one wanted to provoke these bad guys at this time, and no one wanted to stand up for others.

Xiao Ke suddenly shrank back inside her collar.

"This is... what? The extortion scene? Hey, hey, hey, are you really not going to use magic this time? You could at least use the 'Wind' card to blow them away!"

"Don't move."

Kazama Chiba gave the order in her mind.

He looked at the group of delinquents in front of him and felt a secret joy.

"Okay!"

Just when I was wondering how to test the Wind Card's ability in actual combat, a free punching bag was delivered to my doorstep.

Before leaving, Kazama Chiba secretly asked them...

"By the way, you didn't tell anyone else or any teachers about this, did you?"

The thugs were stunned when they heard this.

I bully you, and you're going to tell the teacher?

Are you crazy, or am I crazy?

Chapter 10 Hiratsuka Shizuka

The stairs leading to the rooftop seemed exceptionally long.

During lunch break, most students gather in classrooms or the atrium, leaving this fire escape leading to the top floor as a neglected dead end.

The three delinquents who had Kazama Chiyu sandwiched in the middle seemed to have treated him like a fish on a chopping board, and even their pushing and shoving became perfunctory.

The leader even hummed an off-key tune, probably calculating how much he could squeeze out of this pushover.

"Hey, Chiba."

Xiao Ke, who was hiding in her collar, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Are you serious? These are real delinquents! Unlike that twin-tailed rich girl who just talks the talk, these guys really do it!"

"They can take action, but I can't? I advise you not to get in the way."

Kazama Chiba tapped her collar lightly with her finger, signaling it to shut up and wait to see the show.

Just as I turned the corner on the third floor, I heard a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps coming from directly above.

A group of girls came downstairs, laughing and joking.

Most of them had long, dyed hair, their skirts were altered to be five centimeters shorter than allowed by school rules, and they wore a gleeful smile on their faces, as if they had just vented some kind of malice.

Amid the jarring laughter, there were words like "Disgusting" and "Next time, throw her shoes into the incinerator."

A few steps behind them, a figure followed.

It was a black-haired girl.

Her hair was a mess, as if it had been pulled forcefully.

The school uniform was covered in dust and several obvious footprints, the dirt standing out starkly against the clean campus.

She lowered her head, staring intently at her toes, as if they were the only safe place in the world.

Asagiri

A bruise on his left cheek stood out starkly against his fair skin; it was clearly a fresh injury.

Kazama Chiba only needed one glance to see that this was another bullying scene.

The two groups met at a narrow corner of the staircase.

The group of girls glanced at Kazama Chiba, who was being held by the delinquents, and let out a knowing sneer before sidestepping around her as if avoiding something dirty.

Asagiri Aya stopped in her tracks, flinched, and pressed herself against the wall as much as possible, trying to make herself invisible.

But as she passed by Kazama Chiba, she subconsciously looked up and saw Kazama Chiba surrounded in the middle.

Eyes facing each other.

For a fleeting moment, a clear look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

It's probably because it saw someone like itself.

Both are outcasts rejected by the group, and both are vulnerable people coerced by violence.

At that moment, Asagiri Aya seemed to be engaged in some kind of intense internal struggle.

Should I call for the teacher? Or pretend I didn't see them?

The lead thug with blond hair turned around and glared at her.

"What are you looking at? Get out of my way!"

It was just a malicious rebuke.

The small, thin figure trembled violently.

The sympathy that had just surged within me vanished instantly, like a bubble that had been popped.

She lowered her head, shrank even more, and clung to the wall like a frightened mouse, rushing down the stairs in a panic.

She dared not linger for even a second, as if misfortune would befall her if she looked at him for even a second longer.

"Ugh, what bad luck!"

Yellow Hair spat.

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for!"

Kazama Chiba showed not a trace of disappointment in Asagiri Aya's choice.

That's right, child.

Let go of the desire to help others and respect their fate

A few minutes later, the iron gate on the top floor came into view.

A rusty padlock hung above. Students were usually forbidden from entering this area, but the group had long since broken the padlock and turned it into their private territory.

"arrive."

Pushing open the door, the midday sun shone down, its rays almost blinding.

Kazama Chiba narrowed her eyes.

The rooftop was deserted, with a few cigarette butts and empty beverage cans scattered on the concrete floor.

It's definitely a good place to deal with people.

"Click".

The crisp sound of a lock snapping shut came from behind me.

The fat man skillfully locked the iron gate from the inside, and even tugged at it twice to make sure it couldn't be opened from the outside.

"Hehe, now no one will bother us."

Qianyu replied as if possessed.