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～

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Chapter 37: Airhead Kanata Said, “Crush Him with Pure Violence!”

“Are you two really Yamada and Tanaka?!”

Shagana Hebizuka shouted, his voice filled with disbelief.

It’s understandable. While their overall build and facial structure hinted at their identity, Yamada and Tanaka (?) looked completely different now. Their expressions and aura had transformed drastically.

Even the tailcoats they’d likely been forced to wear as servants now suited them perfectly, exuding elegance.

“Oh, ohhh! The two boys summoned by the Hebizuka heir are unbelievably cool-looking! Could they be heirs to some prestigious family!?”

The TV reporter was beside himself with excitement, and for good reason—the visuals were definitely prime material for high ratings.

“Yes, Lord Hebizuka,”

“We are Yamada and Tanaka.”

The two replied respectfully. With their refined attire and demeanor, they looked every bit the capable butlers.

Shagana, looking at them, muttered, “That voice… it’s definitely them,” and then clicked his tongue.

“Hmph, I see. You cleaned yourselves up because you knew the cameras would be here. I didn’t know you could look like that… Tch, getting all dolled up…”

Yep, that’s plain jealousy. He glared at them while biting his nails.

“Well, fine. Beating those pretty faces to a pulp will only make my strength stand out more to everyone watching…! Now then, let’s fight fair and square!”

““As you wish, sir.””

Fair and square, huh? Yeah, right.

The newly evolved Yamada and Tanaka responded obediently to Shagana’s blatantly insincere words.

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“Alright, everyone! The mock battle exam, first match—‘Shagana Hebizuka vs. Yamada and Tanaka’—is about to begin!”

Moyoko shouted, perched atop the shoulders of a black-suited agent.

Inside the marked-off battle area, the three participants faced each other, ready to fight.

The rest of us examinees stood outside the white line, watching intently.

“So, what do you think is going to happen in this match?”

“Huh? H-Huh?!”

The person I directed the question to was a red-haired boy around 15 years old.

That would be Shogo Muramasa. He’s the kid who’d dramatically declared, “My blade will one day bring you to justice!” to me, like some kind of protagonist.

“Kanata Soranaki! When did you—?!”

“Oh, I approached using ‘Presence Concealment.’”

Getting mobbed with questions is such a pain, after all.

“Shogo, what’s going on—hyeeeee!!”

The girl next to Shogo, a traditional Japanese beauty, let out a startled scream when she noticed me.

Ah, that’s Azaka Toudou. She scored an impressive A-rank in the spiritual energy test but seemed oddly unsure of herself.

Meanwhile, I only managed a D in my first life! This girl, I swear…

“K-Kanata Soranaki… K-Kanata… why are you here!?”

“Azaka! Don’t worry! I’ll protect you!”

Shogo dramatically spread his arms wide, stepping in front of Azaka as if to shield her.

“Trust me, your childhood friend. No matter how fearsome the enemy, I’ll take them down!”

“Shogo…!”

Wait, what is this? These two are straight out of a protagonist-and-heroine scene. So full of youthful energy!

I’m not thrilled about being treated like the villain here, but this is almost too sweet.

I can’t help but smile.

“Relax, there’s no need to be so on guard. Let’s get along too, Shogo.”

“Hm…!”

“So, what do you think about the match?”

I asked again. Shogo coughed awkwardly, then, while glaring at me with extreme caution, finally replied:

“…It’s obvious. Hebizuka will win.”

“Heh?”

“I may no longer be part of the Muramasa family, but as someone from a high-ranking First-Class household, I know the darkness of the Reisoushi world all too well. People who use their authority and wealth to control others… Hebizuka is the perfect example.”

Shogo glared at Hebizuka Shagana, then cast a pitying glance toward Yamada and Tanaka.

He must have pieced it together—that the two of them are being coerced into this situation.

“Interesting. In that case, I’ll bet on Yamada and Tanaka winning.”

“W-What?!”

“If I win, will you tell me about this ‘no longer part of the Muramasa family’ business?”

When I told him that, he snapped, ‘Like I’d ever tell you!’—visibly flustered.

Sorry, couldn’t help it. You’ve piqued my curiosity.

“There’s no way they’ll win. It’s obvious Yamada and Tanaka have been coerced…”

“They’ll be fine.”

I told Shogo, making sure my tone conveyed nothing but confidence.

I wanted him to believe that I, Kanata Soranaki, am a good person.

“I’ve already set them free, you see.”

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And so, the carnage began.

At Moyokoi’s shout of “Begin!” Shagana made his move.

“Here I go! Spirit Hosting—Dwell within me, [Aodaisho]!”

A translucent snake materialized on his arm. In one swift motion, he absorbed it into his body, gaining the snake’s agility as he darted forward in a serpentine path.

“Hssssss! I’ll toy with you and tear you apart!”

Clearly assuming they wouldn’t resist, he swung both fists simultaneously, aiming to hit Yamada and Tanaka at the same time.

“Dieee.”

But—

In perfect synchronization, the two delivered powerful straight punches.

Their attacks collided with Shagana’s face in a brutal cross-counter, sending him flying as he screamed, “Buhyaaaaahhh?!”

Blood spurted from his nose in a vivid spray.

“Ighieeee! W-What the hell are you two doing?!”

““Haha.””

As Shagana clutched his nose and howled in pain, Yamada and Tanaka simply smiled. It wasn’t a friendly smile—it was pure mockery.

“What do you mean, ‘what are we doing,’ Lord Hebizuka?”

“You wanted a fair and square match, didn’t you?”

The two chuckled softly, their laughter dripping with disdain.

Shagana’s face turned bright red as he shouted, “Don’t mess with me! Don’t mess with me! Don’t mess with me!”

“You… you get it, don’t you?! I’m the heir to the Hebizuka family! Y-Your families, they’re… uh, you know…!”

In front of the cameras, Shagana hesitated and trailed off, trying to obscure his threat.

But his flustered behavior only made it obvious that there was something behind his words.

The reporter gave him a suspicious look, and the other Spirit Conductor families scoffed, as if to say, “Figured as much.”

A man who resembled Shagana, likely his father, cheered him on, yelling, “That’s right! Put those servants in their place!”

“Yamada! Tanaka! If you don’t stand down and let me win, your families will—!”

““Haha.””

Their response? Another mocking laugh.

Yamada and Tanaka sighed deeply, their expressions calm but brimming with contempt.

“What a pitiful man. I can’t believe we used to serve someone like him. It’s sickening.”

“Compared to that person, he’s nothing but trash. It’s unforgivable…”

The moment those words were muttered, an explosive force erupted around them.

BOOOOOM!

With a deafening roar, incredible spiritual energy surged from their bodies, so intense it caused the air to tremble.

Shagana shrieked, “Hieeee?!”

“Come forth, [Goliath Frog].”

“Let’s do it, [Poison Dart Frog].”

Conceptual Spirits materialized in both their hands—frogs with a primitive, unintelligent appearance.

They might seem like unreliable, low-level spirits, but that doesn’t matter.

No matter the spirit, if the Reisoushi wielding it is overwhelming, it becomes a formidable weapon.

“Spirit Hosting, activate! Pierce, [Goliath Frog]!”

“Object Imbuing, activate! Corrupt, [Poison Dart Frog]!”

What followed was nothing short of a bloodbath.

I’m not sure if it was Yamada or Tanaka, but the one hosting [Goliath Frog] suddenly unleashed an incredible surge of leg strength.

In an instant, he closed the distance to Shagana and struck him with a devastating upward kick, launching him into the air.

“Guhwaaahhh?!”

The other, who had imbued [Poison Dart Frog] into a water gun, followed up by relentlessly firing at Shagana as he hung helplessly in mid-air.

The liquid that sprayed out was an ominous, toxic hue, and wherever it landed, Shagana’s skin began to rot away almost instantly.

“Gyaaaahhh?! S-Stop it! Please stop!”

“We’re not stopping, you piece of trash!”

“You’ve been working us to the bone for so long—how dare you, you bastard!!!”

“Hiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”

It was a complete beatdown from there.

Yamada and Tanaka unleashed everything they had—Spirit Hosting, Object Imbuing, Charm Crafting, and Curse Wielding—pouring all their spiritual energy into turning Shagana into a battered wreck.

“You made us lick your boots?!” one shouted, shattering Shagana’s thigh bone with a brutal kick.

“How many times did you make us grovel?!” the other yelled, stomping on his hand until every finger was twisted and broken.

“Give us back our youth, damn you!!!”

“Die! Just die already, you worthless bastard!!!”

Tears streamed down their faces as they pounded away.

Finally, with a synchronized war cry of “Oraaaaaaaa!!!” they landed a crushing punch directly into Shagana’s stomach.

“Guhwaaahhhh!!!”

Shagana vomited liters of blood and bits of internal organs as he crumpled to the ground.

“Match over! The winners are Yamada and Tanaka!”

Moyoko declared, her face frozen in shock.

“Haha… (Hieee, I didn’t think they’d take it this far…!)”

Sure, I told them to rough him up, but this was practically murder.

I had no idea they’d been bottling up this much rage. Is this what people mean by karma?

“Shagana! My son, Shaganaaaaaa!”

From the crowd, a man rushed forward in a panic.

It was Shagana’s father.

“Guh… ahhh… ahhh…?”

“Shagana! Pull yourself together! My son!”

Shagana’s father held his son’s thoroughly beaten body in his arms, glaring fiercely at Yamada and Tanaka.

“You… you insolent wretches! How dare you do this?! To the heir of the Hebizuka family, my precious Shagana… to do something so—so—!”

““Shut it, you piece of trash.””

Both of them spat the words at him with utter disdain.

As the TV cameras captured every moment, Yamada and Tanaka calmly strode forward… wait, what?

“Our master is no longer you…”

They knelt on one knee, reverently bowing toward me.

“…but this person!”

““Ahh, our king, Lord Kanata…!””

Wait, WHAT?! Why are they kneeling?! What’s this about a Lord? A king?!

“Hey, come on now. Didn’t I tell you there’s no need to be so formal? (I just wanted to be friends, though?!)”

““Oh, surely you jest.””

I’m not joking!

“Hear this, head of the Hebizuka family! Lord Kanata has freed us from your chains! Your threats no longer hold power over us!”

“Lord Kanata has transformed us! He has unlocked our murderous potential!”

“Ahh, Lord Kanata~,” the two chanted my name like a mantra, their voices filled with fervor.

Meanwhile, the audience and the TV crew looked on in utter shock, their faces pale as if they’d just witnessed the rise of a cult leader.

“What an unbelievable turn of events! The beautiful yet ruthless duo has revealed that they were being threatened by the Hebizuka family, only to be saved and brainwashed by Kanata Soranaki!”

I didn’t brainwash anyone!

“Sigh… (What kind of mess have I gotten myself into now…?!)”

Sure, I talked to them… yeah, I helped them because they were being threatened… and okay, I might have told them to go ahead and beat Shagana to a pulp under my protection…

But I didn’t expect them to get this devoted…!

“How dare you call it brainwashing! Our loyalty to Lord Kanata is genuine!”

“We’d even offer our heads for him!”

I don’t need that! Stop being so extreme—it’s what makes it look like brainwashing!

“Well then…”

I turned to my side, where Shogo Muramasa stood.

This was my chance to be seen as a good person by him.

“So, just as I said, Yamada and Tanaka won. Pretty impressive, right?”

I helped them, after all. So believe that I’m a good person, okay?

That’s what I was hoping for, but Shogo was trembling as he glared at me.

“I knew it—you’re pure evil!”

Yeah, I figured that’s how it’d look…!