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 112 & 113

Chapter 112

After that, a limousine from the Kousaki conglomerate arrived.

The driver inside gave a respectful bow in our direction.

Then, as if surrounding it, two more limousines pulled up.

The men inside were clearly well-built—bodyguard types at a glance.

(This security is on a completely different level compared to the other conglomerate daughters. That alone shows how often Suiran’s life is targeted…)

Suiran and I got into the back seat.

The black luxury car started moving right away.

“Pretty amazing, you know~”

Suiran leaned slightly toward me, speaking with a soft laugh.

“To completely shut down Morimiya-kun like that. Your strength’s kind of abnormal.”

“Is it? Well… fights can come down to timing and luck.”

“Ahh, you’re dodging the question. That wasn’t something you can explain with luck. —You really were in the French Foreign Legion before, weren’t you?”

“…No way.”

Suiran leaned in closer, peeking up at my face.

“Hey… what’s your goal, Yuu-kun?”

Her eyes carefully measured me.

“You know, the men who get close to me are always people trying to benefit from the Kousaki conglomerate ♡” 

Behind that smile—was a gaze that didn’t trust anyone from the bottom of her heart.

Yeah… just like in the original.

That’s why I could read her so easily.

If this had been our first meeting, I probably would’ve been completely thrown off by that chilling atmosphere.

…Finally, looks like my knowledge from the original might actually come in handy here.

“Is that so? Maybe there are other reasons too.”

“Hm?”

“For example… someone who doesn’t care about money, status, or fame—just wants the heart of a beautiful woman.”

I said it like I was getting back at her for teasing me this whole time.

Suiran blinked for a moment—then burst out laughing.

“You really are interesting~. Is that how you’ve been winning over all the other girls too?”

“Who knows.”

“Fufu. Well, this time we already have the Kousaki conglomerate’s private security with us, so I wasn’t planning to bring along an Academy SP member in the first place. Ah, except for Morimiya-kun.”

“Except?”

“Yeah. I was planning to have him come along to the ‘Weapons Exhibition’ as my boyfriend. You know, just to be extra careful.”

“I see. So I’m basically your last line of defense, huh.”

“Exactly! …Feeling scared?”

“Not at all.”

“Fufu. That’s reassuring.”

At that moment, she let out a small yawn.

“Get some sleep until we arrive.”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve got a packed schedule, right? School, political visits, all that. We’ve probably got about an hour—so you should rest while you can.”

Suiran looked a little surprised—then smiled again, that usual polished smile of hers.

“Ahahaha! You’re kind, Yuu-kun~♡. But it’s fine, really! Usually Morimiya-kun sits next to me, but today I’ve got you handling my security, right? I can’t just fall asleep in front of guests.”

“I mean, I’m just Academy SP. You don’t need to worry about all that formal stuff.”

Well… in her case, maybe she just didn’t want to show any openings to someone she had just met.

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Let’s just chat and have fun! Oh, right! Actually—”

—A few minutes later.

“…Zzz…”

With only the seatbelt and backrest barely holding her up—

Suiran had completely dozed off.

(Guess she was really tired…)

The cool air from the AC, the steady hum of the car, the gentle motion—there was no way someone already sleep-deprived could resist that.

I got the driver’s permission and reached for a blanket behind the seat to cover her.

But just then—

“Mm… munya…”

As she shifted in her sleep, her hand moved just right and unclipped the seatbelt—

And at the same time, the car took a turn.

She slowly leaned over and collapsed against me.

“Whoa—!?”

Before I knew it, her head had ended up resting on my lap.

(What is this…? That’s way too convenient… No way she planned this—)

“…Zzz…”

Yeah… no.

She was completely out.

She was even drooling—my pants were getting soaked… 

(…Good grief.)

I gently covered her with the blanket and decided to stay still as her makeshift pillow.

(Just because she’s a conglomerate daughter doesn’t mean she has to push herself this hard…)

Her soft wavy hair looked smooth and almost inviting to touch.

Then, I noticed a small necklace swaying near her cleavage. 

…Right, better not let my eyes wander too much.

An hour later—

“We’ve arrived.”

At the driver’s quiet voice, Suiran stirred awake.

She probably woke up out of habit, like it was her usual alarm.

“…Mnayh…?”

Still half-asleep, she lightly felt around—touching my leg as if trying to figure out where she was.

Then, in the next moment, her eyes snapped open and she quickly sat up.

“Huh…? Did I… fall asleep? When did that…?”

And then she noticed—

The spot on my pants where her face had been resting… was wet.

Her face instantly turned bright red. 

“Waaahhh—!?”

After that, she awkwardly fiddled with her bangs and apologized.

“S-Sorry…”

“It’s fine, really.”

“Uuh… why did I have to do something so embarrassing in front of you, Yuu-kun…! I’ve never done this in front of Morimiya-kun…”

“Haha…”

Seeing Suiran this flustered in real life was actually kind of amusing.

To be honest, she had a bit of an airheaded side to her.

She almost never showed it, but every now and then, like this, she’d let her guard down—and honestly, that made her even more charming.

“Muu!”

Suiran puffed out her cheeks, the kind that made you want to poke them.

“I don’t like this. It feels like you’ve taken the lead or something!”

“What are you even saying…? Come on, let’s go.”

“Ah! Wait a second!”

And just like that, we arrived at Makuhari Messe.

The sign at the venue read—『Weapons Expo.』

Inside the arena, each floor was packed with weapons and military equipment from various defense industries.

“Oooh…”

I couldn’t help but let out a breath of awe.

So these were the weapons developed by a version of Japan that never took part in World War II…!

“Oh? That’s a more excited reaction than I expected.”

“Well, yeah.”

“The Weapons Exhibition is held every year for a whole week, so it gets pretty lively.”

Well, as a former mercenary, something like this was bound to catch my interest.

“Whoa! What’s that battleship!?”

I looked up and saw a massive battleship model suspended from the ceiling by wires.

“Oh, that’s a one-tenth scale model of the battleship Yamato, actually deployed by Japan’s military.”

“Yamato!? Wait, that exists!? It’s still around!?”

“…Yeah. It does?”

Suiran looked at me like, “You didn’t even know that?”

Ah… right.

The Yamato sank during the Okinawa campaign in my previous life—

But that never happened in this world, so it’s still around.

“Well, ever since aircraft carriers became the main focus, it’s more like a relic of the past. But it still stands as a symbol of the Japanese Navy.”

“…Wow…”

I let out a quiet sigh of admiration.

Still… that model had to be around 30 meters long.

If something like that fell, it’d be a disaster.

But man, the real thing actually exists… I should go see it someday.

…Wonder if Wakita’s into battleships.

(Also, this version of Makuhari Messe… feels a bit different from what I remember.)

Back in my previous life, I was a total introvert—

But I did go to a concert once for an idol I liked.

Back then, it felt like a closed dome with no windows at all—

But here, Makuhari Messe has plenty of windows, like it’s designed so you can see outside easily.

If I had to compare it, it’s more like a school gym.

Well, stuff being different from my previous life wasn’t that unusual.

Still… damn it.

I kinda want to forget about the guard duty and just walk around and check everything out…

Just as that thought crossed my mind—

“Heyyy! Suiran!”

A booming voice echoed through the entire hall, like it came straight from the gut.

Then I saw him—

An older man walking in, surrounded by a group of tough-looking men in black suits.

He was probably in his seventies.

Bald, with a rather intimidating presence—

But those sharp, well-defined double eyelids…

Yeah, they looked just like Suiran’s.

“Grandfather!”

Suiran gave a polite bow.

So that’s him—

Suiran’s grandfather.

The “shadow ruler” of the Seiyuukai—

Chouichirou Kousaki.

Chapter 113

“Hmm!? And you are—!”

Chouichirou noticed me standing next to Suiran.

…Man, that voice is loud.

“Grandfather, could you please lower your voice a bit?”

“Oh! My apologies! But my motto is to stay energetic and cheerful at all times! Wahahaha!”

He said “sorry,” but clearly had no intention of actually lowering his volume.

Well, figures—he’s known for speaking his mind openly in front of the media and stirring things up.

Maybe you just can’t survive as a politician without a voice like that.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Yuuji Takahashi from Academy SP. I’ve been assigned to handle Suiran-san’s security for this event.”

That should do for an introduction.

“Hmm? Academy SP? —Wasn’t that Morimiya kid supposed to handle this?”

“Hahaha… well, there were some circumstances, and it ended up being me.”

No way I could say, “We fought a duel over your granddaughter,” right…

“But don’t worry. He’s really strong, so I’m sure he’ll protect me just fine. Right, Yuu-kun?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“Hoh?”

At that, Chouichirou’s expression changed.

“Hey, kid.”

His voice dropped low—

And even the bodyguards around him stiffened slightly.

“This isn’t a game, you know?”

The pressure coming off him was intense—nothing like you’d expect from a man in his seventies.

No… maybe it was because of his age.

That kind of presence built up over time made the air around us tighten instantly.

“Of course.”

I answered with just one word.

Then suddenly, Chouichirou burst out laughing.

“Wahahaha! Not even a bit shaken, huh! Boring!”

Looks like he was testing me.

Honestly… the Kousaki family, Suiran included, really seemed to enjoy putting pressure on people to judge them.

“That Morimiya boy had quite the look in his eyes too—but in front of me, he was always nervous.”

“So? What do you think, Grandfather? He’s a good man, right?”

“Yeah. I like him!”

“I’m Yuuji Takahashi.”

“Oh, Takahashi-kun! I’ll leave my granddaughter in your hands! I’m counting on you! But…”

This time, his expression turned serious in a different way.

“Just because you’re standing next to my cute granddaughter doesn’t mean I’ll hand her over that easily.”

“R-Right…”

Even though he was a powerful politician and advisor to the Kousaki conglomerate—right now, he just looked like a normal grandfather who cared about his granddaughter.

“See? Grandfather already warned you, Yuu-kun ” ♡

Suiran kept nudging me with her elbow from the side.

…That actually tickles, can you not?

(…That was easier than I expected…?)

“They haven’t arrived yet. Honestly, you’ll have more fun spending time with a young man than standing around with me. Go take a look around with Takahashi-kun for a while. Though… I doubt a weapons exhibition is all that exciting.”

…Wait, seriously? We can walk around?

“Yuu-kun, you look happy.”

“Huh? N-No, I mean… I’ve got my duties…”

“Come on now. You’re basically an extra in this situation anyway, so don’t be so stiff. Just focus on helping me relax.”

…Well, he wasn’t wrong.

As a student, that was pretty much my role here.

In that case, no need to hold back.

Besides, it looked like we still had some time before the main event.

“Alright! Let’s go!”

“Oh wow, Yuu-kun, that’s a big smile!”

And just like that, even though we were still under the watch of professional bodyguards—a slightly unusual “weapons expo date” with Suiran began.

Apparently, in this world, Japan holds a weapons exhibition like this every year.

In my previous life, after the war, policies from GHQ had basically shut down most of Japan’s weapons industry—leaving only one company producing anything.

But in this world, there were no such restrictions.

A lot of companies were actively developing weapons and military tech, making the market pretty lively.

And on top of that, they were exporting aggressively, boosting the nation’s economy.

Though… most of it was still controlled by the Kirishima conglomerate, so you couldn’t exactly call it a fair market—

But still, the variety of weapons on display was impressive.

“Whoa… so this is the assault rifle that’s going to be officially adopted by the ‘Japanese National Forces’…!”

“Yes, go ahead and try holding it if you’d like.”

At the staff member’s suggestion, I picked up the model gun and checked its specs.

“Hm? Caliber is 7.62mm… barrel length is 415mm…”

It looked somewhat similar to the Type 64 rifle, but the build felt closer to Russia’s AK series.

Like an AK, but slightly lighter—probably adjusted for Japanese users.

Still, in my previous life, 5.56mm was the standard.

So why go with such a large caliber here?

“This model was designed for ‘homeland defense’ based on current global conditions. It’s called the ‘Type 12 7.62mm Rifle’!”

Hearing that, something clicked.

“I see… homeland defense.”

This was probably developed with the U.S. in mind.

Standing firm against enemies coming across the sea—and stopping them with the heavier, more penetrating 7.62mm rounds.

That must be the idea.

And now I got why it resembled Russian firearms too.

In this world, Japan likely has a common enemy in the U.S., bringing it closer to Russia.

So naturally, their weapons and designs would take inspiration from Russian models.

When the political landscape changes, the weapons that come out of it change too…

…That’s actually pretty interesting.

At least, for someone like me—a former mercenary and a bit of a military nerd.

“Nice… so there are all kinds of variations even in barrel length.”

Thanks to the competition in the weapons industry, a wide range of firearms were being developed.

Without needing to worry about the U.S., they could design things more freely.

It really felt like a gun made with that typical Japanese craftsmanship—refined, but also flexible.

(The fact that it’s based on the AK series is great. I relied on those a lot back when I was a mercenary… feels familiar in my hands.)

Next, I picked up a rifle scope.

I brought the black tube to my eye and tested it out, adjusting the zoom ring as I looked through.

“Ohh… max magnification is 22x. It’s got a parallax adjustment ring too, so tuning it is easy. Bright and clear—nice.”

“Ah! You’ve got a sharp eye! That one’s our company’s latest design—a versatile scope compatible with both Picatinny and dovetail rails! We call it—‘Kijibato’!”

“Heh. So you can mount it on hunting rifles too.”

Next, I picked up a thermal rifle scope—used for night operations.

“Ooh… thermal sensor, huh? The image quality is solid.”

“Another good pick! That thermal sensor can detect temperature differences as small as 0.03°C, so it won’t let any target escape! Even in complete darkness, it has a maximum detection range of 1,800 meters! It’s our top-of-the-line thermal rifle scope—‘Yashagarasu’!”

Nice.

There’s just something cool about Japanese-made weapons being named in Japanese instead of English.

Feels like the style just hits different.

These days, katakana names beat initials any day.

“You’ve got a good eye for guns at your age.”

A man stepped out from behind the partition—tanned skin, solid muscular build, with that cool older-guy vibe.

Looks like he was the president of this weapons company.

“Wanna take a look? Our—latest rifle.”

“Huh?”

A Japanese-made rifle…?

“Was planning to show this tomorrow, but… here.”

He pulled out a gun case from the back and flipped it open.

Then, with practiced hands, he started assembling the parts.

It was probably just a model gun—

But watching those separate pieces come together always got me excited.

“Alright, done! Caliber 7.62mm, chambered for 7.62×54mm Japanese rounds! Ten-round box magazine, bolt-action system, effective range of 1000 meters! With incredible accuracy and penetration, flying straight to the target—this rifle is called… ‘Chototsu’!”

“Ohhh!! Now this is nice!”

I couldn’t help but pick it up and take a stance.

It looked pretty similar to Russia’s SV-98, but lighter—clearly adjusted for Japanese users, with a sleek design.

Damn… this is getting me hyped.

As I naturally slipped into the stance I used back in the Middle East—the president’s expression suddenly changed.

“You… you’re not just some amateur, are you?”

“Huh? N-No, it’s just… I like airsoft, that’s all!”

I hurriedly put the rifle down.

Crap… don’t want people getting the wrong idea.

When I glanced back—

Suiran was smiling.

“Ah… sorry.”

Damn, I’d completely forgotten she was there.

“It’s fine. You look like you’re having fun. I don’t really understand guns, but… you’re kind of glowing right now, Yuu-kun.”

“I-Is that so…”

This is bad… if I keep this up, people might seriously start suspecting I was in the French Foreign Legion…

But still, I can’t help it—this stuff’s too interesting!

“Hey, kid.”

The company president spoke up again.

“You wanna stick around a bit longer? I’ve got… a special surprise prepared.”

“A surprise?”

“Can’t tell you yet. But you’ll definitely like it.”

He pointed toward something covered with a curtain at the edge of the booth.

…What is that?

Now I’m curious.

I’d love to stay and see it, but—

“Ah, Yuu-kun. Sorry to cut this short…”

“…Yeah, I know.”

Time was up.

Just then, a certain group arrived—

And the entire venue suddenly grew noisy.

It was like a mix of excitement and tension—all attention shifted toward them at once.

The flag on the pins attached to their suit collars—was the Stars and Stripes.

In other words—

The United States.

“(We’ve been expecting you!)”

The one greeting them was Chouichirou Kousaki.

Standing before him was a man with short blond hair—the kind of guy who looked like a classic American action hero.

(No doubt about it. This is exactly how it was in the original.)

Looks like the scenario leading to Suiran Kousaki’s death was steadily moving forward.

I tightened my focus.

“Do you know who that is?”

Suiran asked, like it was a trick question.

Of course I knew.

“Leonard Hargrave. The Vice President of the United States… right?”

And from here—things were about to escalate fast.