Dungeon Streaming in a Chastity-Reversed World with 1:99 Male-to-Female Ratio! I Might Be a Rare Man, But I’ll Risk My Life to Find a Wife! - 66

Chapter 66: The Man Who Wants to Grasp It and the Women Who Have Already Grasped It Part 2

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“Haa… Haa… how was that, Kani-sensei!?”

Kujuukuri desperately forced strength into her legs to keep from collapsing. Around her—no, the entire training room—was filled with countless broken arrows. Kani, who was floating the same number of arrows in the air, smiled.

“Niceee. It was only for a moment, but you literally showed me your shine.”

Kani picked up “that thing” lying at her feet, walked over to Kujuukuri, and placed it back where it belonged.

“Well, in any case, I’m glad it turned out to be a proper 【Original】. Depending on what you use, you can do all sorts of things… When you first suggested an 【Original】 that created a bunch of statues of Itsukushima-kun to fight with, I seriously considered turning you into a hedgehog.”

“Kani-sensei… I seriously thought you were going to do it too…!”

“All right, hedgehog confirmed. I’ll stab you too.”

“W-w-w-w-wait nooooooooooo!”

Anri, who had been holding her hand to her neck with a pained expression, suddenly lifted her head and stared toward the training room door.

“Oh my, what’s wrong~?”

“Cough… I’m not sure, but… I thought I heard a very pitiful scream…”

Hearing Anri’s words, Tsukiyama happily brushed her hair back.

“That’s good~. I can finally see the ‘signs.’ You were quite the slowpoke, though~.”

“Sensei! You always add one word too many!”

With a flick of her fan—pulled out at some point—Tsukiyama activated her 【Original】. The sound of the wind she stirred up kept Anri from clearly seeing the moment of activation, but Anri still reacted instantly, leaping away and gathering magic to activate her own 【Original】.

“See? You really are a slowpoke~… At this rate, it’s ‘wind in a horse’s ear,’ you know~.”

A black, violent wind surged toward Tsukiyama. She gently fanned the charm she held, and the black wind softened into a breeze that rustled through her silky black hair. Tsukiyama gave a soft smile. And behind her, a different wind whipped past. A red wind. Anri, her entire body wrapped in red magic, grinned with her teeth showing. Dual training swords in hand, she charged toward Tsukiyama.

“I got youuuuuuuuu— ack, cough!”

“Yes yes, don’t overdo it~.”

With leisurely movements, Tsukiyama dodged Anri’s blades, grabbed her wrist, and spun her around.

“N-no…! Kah…!”

Anri braced herself to be slammed into the ground, squeezing her eyes shut, but she was rolled so softly she made barely any sound. Puffing out her cheeks, she glared upward as Tsukiyama looked down at her, covering her mouth with her kimono sleeve as she laughed quietly.

“Fufufu… How adorable.”

“Muuuuhhh… Tsukiyama-sensei, you’re so mean… fgyuu!?”

“Here, have a candy~. Ufufu, Akagi-san, you just have that air that makes me want to tease you~.”

Anri sat up, rolling the candy around in her mouth, and stared at Tsukiyama with dead-fish eyes.

“Fufufu, you really are adorable… When you first said something so flowery like, ‘I’ll recreate Itsukushima-kun’s voice with my 【Original】 so I can feel better,’ I honestly thought about taking you straight to the hospital to get your head checked, but I’m glad it looks like it’s turning into a proper 【Original】~.”

“Good grief, everyone here is way too honest about what they want, huh? Right, Kanbara-san?”

With a hiss, the training room door slid open, and Raigou stood there. Behind her, Kanna—the one who had been called—panicked wildly.

“Eh? Eh? Wh-what? I wasn’t trying to create Ittou-kun’s guardian spirit or anything!?”

“No, you made something way more ridiculous than that, didn’t y— ngh!”

Kanna slapped her hand over Raigou’s mouth and whipped around. She saw Ittou approaching with Heike and Kujuukuri. He seemed not to have heard Raigou’s words and instead stared at his hand with wide, blinking eyes. Kanna let out a long exhale and quickly released Raigou.

“What’s wrong, Itsukushima-kun?”

From a great distance away, Yukiichi suddenly closed the gap in an instant, sniffed once, and then retreated again. Ittou ignored her behavior completely, his attention still fixed on his hand.

“No… I took on this 【Original】 training because I wanted to, and even if it’s just a little, I feel some potential. But…”

He clenched his fist tightly. When he lifted his face, his eyes were trembling. Heike watched him with her uncovered eye.

“But what?”

“I’m not sure if… I’m allowed to be the only one who gets stronger… The H-Team girls…”

What grew inside him after grasping his 【Original】 was anxiety. He wanted strength. He was excited to become stronger. But the reason for those feelings was undeniably the H-Team girls. They also wanted to change. That was why they ventured into the dungeon. Coming to training alone, without telling them anything, made him feel guilty. Seeing Ittou like that, Tsukiyama laughed.

“Fufufu… Itsukushima-kun really is terrible at understanding girls, isn’t he~?”

“Huh? T-Tsukiyama-sensei? What do you mean by that?”

A soft scent—like incense—floated from Tsukiyama as she slipped out of the training room. Ittou blinked in confusion. Tsukiyama’s ears twitched as she winked at him, tilting her head to urge him to look ahead. With a hiss, the door to the adjacent training room opened. And inside…

“Ah…”

Ittou’s eyes landed on them.

“Eh? I-Itsukushima-kun?”

“I-Ittou!?”

“Wh-why are you here~?”

“Uh, um, uh…”

“U-Ura-chan, now’s your time to shine… please switch with me…!”

They were a mess. Covered in mud, hair disheveled, clothes torn. The moment they saw Ittou, their faces went bright red as they tried desperately to fix their hair and clothing, but they were so exhausted their movements were slow and clumsy.

“Itsukushima, never underestimate women. Women in this world can put in limitless effort if it’s for winning a man’s heart.”

Heike said that with a smile. Ittou did not take his eyes off the girls, but Heike’s words reached him clearly. Ittou reflected. He had been reflecting for days now. He had failed so many times. And yet… He was happy. He sprinted toward them—these girls who were tattered, cool, and adorable all at once—and threw himself into their arms, hugging them all tightly and gripping their clothes with all his strength. All so he could laugh together with these wonderful girls.

He held on tight, tightly, so he wouldn’t let go—so he couldn’t let go. And because Ittou refused to let go for so long, the uninjured H-Team ended up being carried to the infirmary due to massive nosebleeds. 

Ittou reflected on his actions again.

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