Academy SP 〜An Ex-Mercenary Reincarnated as a Mob in a Gal Game. I Ditched My Bodyguard Job to Enjoy High School Life, but When the Ultra-Rich Heroines Were About to Get Killed, I Stepped In… and Somehow Built a Harem Powerful Enough to Control Japan〜 - Chapter 09

Chapter 09

“Guaah!?”

A male student let out a scream.

It looked like he had bitten down on his teeth—blood spilled from his mouth as he collapsed on the spot.

“H-Hey…”

“What the hell are you doing, Yamashita!?”

Naturally, the other boys panicked and shouted at him, condemning what he had just done.

But Yamashita only twisted his lips into a creepy grin.

“You guys are the ones spacing out. This is an order from Sara Hagoromo-sama, you know?”

“Hah!?”

“You still don’t get it? This lady is testing whether we’re actually strong or not. She wouldn’t be interested in weak men, right? Isn’t that so, Sara-sama?”

At those words, Sara merely shrugged her shoulders.

“You really do understand. Lately, there have been more and more annoying people around me. Whether you can protect me from them… this is a test.”

“See? That’s how it is. So don’t take it the wrong way. I train in kickboxing, you know. I’m damn strong in a fight!!”

With that, Yamashita charged mercilessly at the other boys as well.

By now, it was obvious—if it meant getting in the good graces of a conglomerate lady, he would do anything.

He threw punches and kicks without holding back.

He was tall, giving him a long reach.

His techniques were sharp too—just as you’d expect from someone chosen for Academy SP.

In this situation, he was practically unstoppable.

“O-Okay! I get it! Just stop already!!”

“Don’t give me that half-assed crap!!”

But this was clearly going too far.

Yamashita kept attacking even those who had already fallen.

“I-I give up…! I lose! I’m saying I lost, okay!?”

Sara laughed when she heard that.

“What’s that supposed to mean? If I lose, wouldn’t that mean I’d be beaten by thugs? What do you think ‘admitting defeat’ even means to someone like me?”

Yamashita immediately grasped the meaning behind Sara’s words.

“Hey! A coward like you has no business getting close to Sara-sama!”

He sent another punch flying.

That one… yeah, his nose might’ve been broken.

“Fufufu… ♡”

The conglomerate lady smiled in pure delight.

Man… she’d gone way further off the rails than in the original story.

That alone showed just how unstable Sara Hagoromo’s mental state was right now.

I had to… fix this somehow.

—But before that.

“ORAA!! I’M THE STRONGEST!!”

Yamashita raised his fist to swing again.

That arm—smack!

I grabbed it and stopped him.

“That’s enough. We get it—you’re strong.”

“Hah!?”

Yamashita slowly turned his face toward me.

Bloodlust filled his eyes as he raised a rough, threatening voice.

“What’s with that mob-looking face of yours, hah!?”

“…Just stop.”

“Fine then! I’m gonna crush you nex—”

That was when Yamashita’s expression changed.

Confusion flickered across his face.

His eyes dropped to my hand gripping his arm.

Yeah. Sorry about this, but if you keep rampaging, it’s a pain.

So I squeezed a little harder than usual.

“Y-You bastard…!!”

Yamashita desperately twisted his body, trying to break free—but there was no way he was escaping my grip.

Well, if there was one muscle that got trained the most during my mercenary days, it was definitely my grip strength.

Climbing ropes, firing machine guns nonstop—yeah, it probably went well past ninety kilograms.

After reincarnating, I’d realized something.

My strength seemed to have carried over from the moment I died in my previous life.

Which meant my stamina and combat experience were still fully intact.

Heh… this was basically a reverse cheat.

“…You.”

It seemed Sara Hagoromo had finally noticed something was off.

Her face was filled with surprise as she looked my way.

I spoke to her.

“Hey. Cut it out already. This kind of stress relief just lowers your own value.”

“W-Wha…!?”

Her amber-colored eyes widened.

She looked like she’d just had her heart read right through.

Well… I had seen the original story, so I kind of was reading her.

“—Alright then.”

I released Yamashita.

He clutched his shoulder in pain, but honestly, that was his own fault.

Then I—

“I’m going home.”

I turned on my heel.

“Eh!? H-Hey, wait a second! What do you mean you’re leaving!?”

Unexpectedly, Sara tried to stop me.

Maybe it was confusion—or anger—that the Academy SP, who were supposed to protect her, were just abandoning their post and walking away.

Even so, my decision didn’t waver.

“Don’t worry. You don’t need to worry anymore.”

“Hah? What are you talking about?”

“Because… the strongest man chose this route.”

“Huh? Who? And what do you mean by that—”

To make her understand, I tapped that man on the shoulder.

“I’ll leave the rest to you, Amagaya-san.”

I added the -san without thinking, but well—he was the protagonist of this gal game, so it couldn’t be helped.

“Huh? Me…?”

Amagaya looked completely confused—but that was fine.

After all, he was the protagonist of this story.

Honestly, I almost felt sorry for the other conglomerate daughters who didn’t get chosen by him.

Sara Hagoromo’s happy ending was basically guaranteed now.

“Wishing you happiness.”

I cut through the air and left the scene like some hard-boiled detective.

Everyone around me looked dumbfounded, but whatever—this was fine.

Getting involved with rich young ladies was nothing but trouble anyway.

“Phew…”

I headed toward the station.

As I walked, I lost myself in thought.

Yeah—there was no need to force myself to build relationships at that school.

The world was huge.

My youth definitely wasn’t limited to that tiny box called a school.

Yeah. That sounded right.

“…Hey, if you were leaving, you should’ve said so.”

“…Wait, you actually followed me, Wakita?”