Believing She Has Been Reincarnated into a Baseball Game, My Little Sister Is Aiming for the Koshien, While I Give It My All to Keep Her from Finding out That It’s Actually an Ntr Game - Chapter 2

“Bumo!” “Pyah!”

Weird noises escaped. Someone was making strange sounds behind me.

Having dived into my computer, I now found myself sprawled face-down on sun-heated asphalt, with Maika collapsed on top of me in the same prone position—huh?

“Huh?”

Sun-heated? Asphalt?

I began questioning my own thoughts.

Still lying face-down, I only lifted my head.

It really was asphalt, warmed by the sunlight.

Yes, sunlight.

I was supposed to be in my room with the curtains drawn and the air conditioner on, yet here I was outside, under what seemed like the gentle, enveloping sunlight of spring—not the harsh midsummer sun.

What’s going on here?

“Hey Kyugo, you should at least properly support your little sister’s body—eh?”

Typical little sister. She was reacting just like me, still on my back. Hurry up and get off.

But well, sibling or not, anyone would be shocked. Just moments ago, we were in my room, and now suddenly, we’re outside… and wait, where is this? This isn’t our backyard.

“Hey, Maika. What in the world is going on?”

“Kyugo, why are you dressed like that… wait, huh? Body…?”

“Hmm?”

The first thing Maika said wasn’t a question about where we were.

It seemed my sister, who had propped herself up on my back, was feeling around my body from top to bottom, squeezing… hey, get off already.

“Sorry, my mistake! Wait, where’s my skinny, scruffy, stupid big brother!?”

“Huh?”

Finally, Maika got off me. She was spouting nonsense—maybe she hit her head.

“What are you talking about? Are you okay? And what’s with that uniform? Summer Comiket is still a ways off.”

“Oh, ah. It is you, Kyugo.”

As I stood up and turned around, Maika sat back on her heels and looked up at me, inexplicably dressed in a sailor uniform.

“Did you really not hit your head? And… did you lose weight?”

“Oh, um. I’m fine. I actually gained two kilos.”

I pulled her to her feet, and Maika stared at my face in a daze, then looked me over from head to toe.

“But you’re still not Kyugo! You’re Kyugo, but not the Kyugo I know! You’re the Kyugo I remember, but you’re not the same Kyugo!”

“Hey, what’s wrong? Maybe we should get you checked out after all.”

Suddenly wide-eyed, my sister kept repeating my name. Maybe what she needed right now wasn’t Kyugo, but emergency aid.

“No… no, no, no, no! I mean, just look at your own body! And your head! Your hair!”

“Huh…”

Prompted by her, I obediently looked down at myself.

Rounded, melon-like shoulders, thick upper arms, forearms with prominent veins. My chest was broad, with lat muscles visible even from the front. My body tapered in a V-shape down to my pelvis, and my lower limbs were just as thick, starting from the belt. Reaching behind, I could feel my lats and a firm, powerful backside, along with bulging hamstrings.

Well, in short—this was a familiar sight. After all, it’s my body. I had shaped it with dedication for a promise—

“What the heck!? I’m back to how I was!”

I was supposed to have become skinny after two years of being shut-in! And when I pulled Maika’s hand earlier, it felt just like the old days! The strength had come back, along with the appearance!

“And what’s with this uni…”

I was wearing a baseball uniform. Not the one from my high school days, though. It was much plainer than any high school baseball gear—just white, with “Netora Academy” written in black block letters.

“Huh? Netora Academy?”

“Kyugo, Kyugo. And your head! It looks so cool. I want to touch it, I really want to touch it, let me touch it.”

“Ah, really. Feels nostalgic somehow.”

Removing the black cap I had on, I felt my head and enjoyed the pleasant sensation of a buzz cut, probably about 3 mm long. Meanwhile, Maika was spiraling into a panic, spilling out her thoughts—something she normally wouldn’t do.

As for me, the change in my physique was so shocking that I barely reacted to the change in hairstyle.

I mean, let’s say I hit my head on the computer, passed out, and while unconscious, someone took me outside and gave me a buzz cut—that might be extremely unlikely but not entirely impossible.

But this change in body shape? Without some sort of time leap, it’s unthinkable.

Do you have any idea how hard I worked to build this physique?

“Especially these glutes—built from hellish squats…”

In just a few minutes, I’d been left speechless more times than I could count.

Longing to see my old, powerful backside again, I glanced around and noticed a glass door. Setting aside the mystery of why there was a stark concrete building here of all places, what filled my vision wasn’t my reflection in the door but a young man stepping out from it.

“Ah, Kyugo-senpai, Maika-senpai, good work!”

The slender young man, removing the same baseball cap, bowed perfectly. This young man… yeah.

I know him…

“Huh? Hey, Kyugo. Who is this?”

“The protagonist.”

“Huh?”

Without explaining further, I grabbed my puzzled sister’s hand and started running, as if fleeing.