I Don’t Want to Die as a Mob in My Second Life! ～A Story Where I Kept Training from Inside the Womb and Ended Up Being Mistaken for a Monster～ - Chapter 31: Moyoko’s Stomach Can’t Handle This!

Chapter 31: Moyoko’s Stomach Can’t Handle This!

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Note: Previously, it was written that Rank A spiritual energy was twice that of Rank D. However, based on feedback, it has been corrected to eight times. Each meter doubles the energy.

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After blowing up the Killing Stone…

“You delinquent kingggg!!! What are we supposed to do about the spiritual energy measurement now?!”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“You didn’t mean it?! Are you saying this doesn’t even qualify as bad behavior in your book?! What kind of things are you planning for the future?!”

Moyoko was practically in tears, screaming at me with everything she had.

Well, I get it. Can’t really blame her for being mad…

“Ahhhh, you sadistic menace, Kanataaaa~~!!! What if someone had gotten seriously hurt? We’d be in huge trouble! How did things end up like this before the mock battle exam?!”

Right now, the test field was absolute chaos.

I mean, a ten-meter-tall crystal just exploded into pieces and rained down on everyone. Women and small children were screaming their heads off.

The black-suited agents were running around, shouting, “Please remain calm!” and checking if anyone was injured.

Ah… yeah, this is bad.

“You cursed-mad-dog of Ouma Shiranui…! Just like him, you’re a total nutcase!”

“You don’t seem to like Commander Ouma very much.”

“Ugh, I can’t stand him. Back in the day, he wasn’t just a delinquent; he was actually a good guy. But he called troublemakers ‘the cancer of the nation’ and beat the living daylights out of every thug, bully, and half-baked criminal. He turned the school into a bloodbath. Oh, and on Christmas night, he took on 500 bikers in a Donki parking lot and made it a sea of blood. Guess who had to take responsibility for all that—me!”

Wait, what!? Commander Ouma’s school days sound insanely interesting!

“And yet, that same man is now raising Rouga and Riru, those demi-human kids, like they’re his own… I can’t believe it.”

Moyoko paused to reflect, only to snap back to reality with a glare aimed straight at me.

“That’s not the issue right now! What are we going to do about the exam?! Idiot, idiot, idiot!”

Oof, got yelled at again.

Well, the spiritual energy measurement is on hold, obviously. I’m really sorry, Professor.

“―Lady Moyoko, I’ve confirmed there are no injuries. All the adorable children are safe.”

At that moment, the black-suited guy—the suspiciously overenthusiastic one—returned with his report.

Uh, did he really need to describe them as adorable?

“Really?! Oh, thank goodness!”

“Since most of them have spiritual energy, they must’ve managed to defend themselves in time. Honestly, it’s nothing short of a miracle.”

Ah, well…

“I mean, I did crush the larger shards myself in the nick of time.”

“What did you just say, you vile king Kanata?!”

I’m not a vile king! Jeez.

“Well, like this.”

I held out my hand, and from my fingertips, an incredibly thin, super-vibrating thread stretched out with a high-pitched whiiiirrrrr sound.

Moyoko’s eyes went wide when she saw it.

“Ugh, what is that terrifying thing?! Is that what you used to destroy the shards?”

“It was for safety. I hope this proves I’m a good person.”

“Sure it does… AS IF, YOU IDIOT!”

She raised her hand to yell at me, clearly not buying my reasoning. Harsh.

“To begin with, Kanata, you’re the one who broke the Killing Stone!”

That’s… fair. I admit it. I’m reflecting on my actions.

“Ughhh… But still, I’m partly at fault for not explaining what happens if you overcharge it with spiritual energy. If they chalk this up to ‘damage caused by insufficient equipment instructions,’ it’s going to fall under my supervision! But come on, no one in any exam before this has ever maxed out the Killing Stone to that extent! Ughhh!”

Finally, Moyoko crouched down, clutching her head in her hands. Even her fox ears drooped pitifully.

She’s such a serious person.

The way she immediately points out her own mistakes and feels a sense of responsibility—she’s like the perfect model of a teacher.

As someone who’s worked as a professional before, I can really respect her.

I just want her to trust that I’m a good guy soon… Alright.

“Once again, I am truly sorry for what happened.”

I bowed deeply, sincerely apologizing.

“I, Kanata Soranaki, will do everything I can to help resolve this situation.”

“Kanata…”

“So—”

I lifted my gaze and looked toward the group of examinees.

…Specifically, at the young kids in a panic, crying their eyes out.

“I’ll go cheer up the kids, okay?”

“Like I’d let you do that! They’d be even more terrified if you went near them!”

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“And so, uh… because a certain evil examinee caused a legally gray disaster by legally wrecking the test and terrifying everyone, we’ll be making some slight changes to the schedule…”

Moyoko, looking completely worn out, announced the adjustments in a dull, tired voice.

-For those who’ve already completed the Spiritual Energy Measurement, move straight to the Physical Ability Test.

-For those who haven’t finished their measurement, take a break for now (since the physical test consumes spiritual energy). During this time, the Killing Stone will be reformed.

“Also, I’ll personally oversee the physical ability test. Sure, I could leave it to the black-suits, but who knows what a certain delinquent might do if I’m not watching…”

She turned and stared directly at me, her eyes narrowing.

Ugh. I’ve been trying so hard to prove I’m a good guy. How did it come to this?

“Oh, and don’t worry—the Killing Stone is being reformed at full speed. See, over there.”

Moyoko then pointed toward something.

Over there, nine Moyokos were forming a circle, chanting, “Foooohhh…!” as they crystallized spiritual energy.

It was an incredible sight.

“This is the spell ‘Mizuki-Style Nine Shadow Clone’. It creates nine temporary bodies that I can control. It’s exhausting for my brain, so I don’t like doing it too often…”

Wow, as expected of a Special-Class Reisoushi. She’s got some seriously handy techniques.

Also… she’s adorable.

“Can I keep one of them?”

“Like I’d let you, you wicked beast!”

Kidding. Totally kidding.

…But the black-suited guy looks genuinely disappointed. Did he seriously want one that badly?

“Anyway, with nine of me working on it, the Killing Stone should be ready in a few hours. In the meantime, you lot go do the Physical Ability Test.”

Well, thank goodness. At least the exam isn’t getting canceled.

“Of course, I’ll end up completely exhausted and drained of spiritual energy… Ugh, Special-Class Reisoushis are supposed to be pillars of national defense. There’s even a rule saying ‘Spiritual energy below 50% is forbidden outside of combat missions.’ Breaking that means I’m guaranteed to have to file a report… haaaah.”

“I’m really sorry for the trouble.”

“You should be! You overpowered EX-level monster!”

Even though I’ve caused Moyoko a lot of stress, at least the exam is moving forward.

Alright, if that’s the case, all I can do is face forward and give it my all.

I get it—my spiritual energy is off the charts.

But I’m not going to get cocky.

This is my second chance at the exam, and I’m going to tackle it with full focus and determination!

“I’m going to do my best in the physical ability test!”

“Don’t you dare try your best!!!”

My enthusiasm was immediately shot down. Ouch.

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The Physical Ability Test had begun.

The tasks were straightforward—things you’d find in a regular school:

-Softball throw

-50-meter dash

-Standing long jump

-Endurance run

-Grip strength

But this was a test for Reisoushis, so there was a twist.

While spiritual arts were off-limits until the mock battle, participants were allowed to use ‘Spirit-Charged Limbs’ and ‘Spiritual Energy Conversion’ for all tasks.

In short, the test was designed to measure ‘raw combat potential as a Reisoushi’ without relying on Conceptual Spirits.

“Pretty important stuff, huh?”

Being strong without spiritual arts is much more cost-efficient.

More importantly, if a Reisoushi is too weak, there’s a risk their own contracted spirit might start to look down on them—and possibly even rebel.

You’ve got to show them who’s boss.

“Next group, move on to the softball throw!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

At Moyoko’s instruction, a few participants lined up and threw their balls all at once.

By the way, these weren’t ordinary balls. They were made from special Arachne fibers, imported from the Viking Trading Nation.

Thanks to their fantasy-grade materials, they could withstand quite a bit of abuse.

“Behold! The pitch of justice!”

Among the kids, a red-haired boy stood out with his energetic response.

He had a bold pitching form, and the ground creaked under his front foot as he stepped forward—likely enhanced by Spirit-Charged Limbs.

And then…

“Burn it up, Oraaahhh!!!”

The softball burst into flames and shot straight into the sky!

The boy must have used Spiritual Energy Conversion at the moment of release to ignite it, using the fire as a booster to propel the ball further and further.

“Whoa! The result is… 550.5 meters! Shogo Muramasa, that’s the highest record so far!”

“Yeeaaahhh!!!”

The boy struck a triumphant pose, full of energy.

Wait, Muramasa? As in, that Muramasa clan?

I’m planning to have Hinosuke from their group craft me a weapon soon. Might as well wave and try to make friends with this kid.

“Hm?!”

Oh, he noticed me. Hey there, Shogo!

“One day… my blade will bring judgment upon you!”

He dramatically declared war on me. What did I even do?!

“Don’t mess with Kanata, you idiot.”

Moyoko scolded him.

Yeah, that’s right, Professor! Tell him not to treat me like I’m evil.

“The darkness in his eyes is too deep to fathom… His preferences are probably insane too. Piss him off, and you’ll end up as a tightly bound, submissive slave pet kept in his house.”

I am NOT doing that! I don’t have any darkness in me either!

“Alright, let’s move on to the next group. Next up is… uh, oh no.”

At that moment, Moyoko’s expression shifted through two stages of dislike.

Don’t tell me—

“Yamada, Tanaka, Michio Soranaki, and Kanata Soranaki.”

“…Hmph.”

The instant our names were called, my eyes met with my brother Michio’s, who was standing off to the side.

I gave him a casual, What a coincidence! Let’s do our best together! look.

Michio, on the other hand…

“Damn it! This pest keeps ruining my star role…!”

He glared at me with a murderous intensity, as if he wanted to shoot lasers out of his eyes.

Ouch.

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[Tips]

The Toba Family:

A prestigious family from Kyoto, holding the rank of First Rank. The current head is the 24th generation, Moyoko Toba.

The Toba family is an elite lineage, descended from the Toba Emperor of the Imperial Family.

In the late Heian period, the supreme Conceptual Spirit, [Nine-Tailed Fox], fell in love with Emperor Toba and formed a contract. Since then, the spirit has been passed down as a bonded partner to each head of the Toba family, granting them immense spiritual power and influence. The family has long served as key figures in both the Onmyo Bureau and the Spirit Conductor Agency.

Moyoko Toba, born during the Edo period, displayed the highest synchronization rate with the [Nine-Tailed Fox] in history. At the age of three, she gained immunity to aging and the ability to resurrect nine times. Over the past 300 years, she has served as the head of the family.

Her five fox tails represent the five lives she has already spent.

Despite her high status, she wears cheap, cosplay-like fox ears and tails. Her reasoning?

“They break so easily. It’s better to just grab some cheap ones from Donki than waste money on the fancy stuff!”

This practical attitude reflects her down-to-earth and frugal nature, befitting her role as an educator.

Donki: 

Officially named “Donjinchi-Kisha Shoten” (Detachment and Charity Store).

This discount store chain operates with reckless abandon, boasting over 100,000 locations across the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Zone.

It was established by the Supreme Leader of the Buddhist Union, who sought to demonstrate the renunciation of worldly desires by personally funding the business. Donki is famous for selling all sorts of products at ridiculously low prices. By reinvesting 100% of its profits back into operations, the chain has expanded at an absurd rate.

For high-ranking Reisoushis, who are often sent abroad for missions, Donki is a lifesaver. Whether they need snacks, Japanese goods, or even random cosplay items, the store’s wide selection caters to all their needs.

Twenty years ago, one of Donki’s locations became a bloodbath at the hands of Ouma Shiranui, leading to a massive scandal.

Moyoko Toba, unfortunately, bore the brunt of the responsibility.

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