I Just Wanted a Peaceful Life After Transferring, but I Fell into a Rom-Com Trap and a Hidden Battlefield No One Knows About

Chapter 19: Wait a damn second! Why the hell is there a ‘Boss Fight with the Strongest Delinquent’ bug event in my school life?!

“You actually showed up, even though it’s four against one… You seriously underestimatin’ DEMON, huh?”

Surrounded by four guys, I was forced to walk through a narrow alley.

“No… I ain’t underestimatin’ you. I mean, you’re the ones who told me to ‘follow,’ right?”

“Shut up and move.”

The blade pressed against my back dug in even deeper.

— Shit.

No point in provoking them now. I had no choice but to play along for the time being.

And the moment we emerged from the alley—

I found myself standing in the middle of a “DEMON gathering.”

…You’ve gotta be kidding me!

There were so many delinquents that I couldn’t even begin to count them. At a glance, there had to be at least a hundred.

Every single one of them wore DEMON’s uniform. Scattered across the ground were iron pipes, bats, knives—an assortment of weapons lying about carelessly.

And almost every single one of them had a cigarette in their mouth, staring at me.

Their gazes gleamed, like hyenas locking onto prey.

Some were already gripping weapons, ready to jump me at any moment.

— Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up.

A 1v100?!

And they’re all armed?! That’s way too unfair!!

But before I could even voice my complaints, the blond guy behind me drove his foot straight into my back.

“Guh—!”

Losing my balance, I was thrown straight into the middle of the crowd.

And then—

All at once, the DEMON thugs lunged at me.

Oh, screw this!

I instantly regained my footing and readied myself. And so, the hellish brawl began.

Taking a deep breath, I switched into full combat mode in an instant.

Two wooden clubs came flying at me—I caught them mid-air and snapped them in half with sheer strength.

CRACK!!

A dry, splintering sound echoed as shards of wood scattered.

At the same time, I sensed a blade swinging toward me from behind.

“Tch—!”

I twisted my body, letting the blade slice through empty air.

And in the next moment, my right foot shot straight into the attacker’s knee.

CRUNCH!!

“GYAAAAAHHH!!”

A sickening snap resounded as the guy crumpled to the ground.

But it wasn’t over yet—

I immediately turned, clenching my left fist tightly.

A brief silence, and then—

BOOM!!

A thunderous impact as my punch slammed into the guy’s jaw.

The force sent him flying several meters, crashing into a tree behind him.

“Oi, this guy… you serious?!”

I could tell the surrounding thugs were momentarily shaken.

But that hesitation barely lasted a second—armed goons came at me from all sides again.

I advanced by retreating, dodging with minimal movement and countering precisely.

— But there were just too many.

One wrong move, and I’d be swallowed up instantly.

As I searched for a way out, a massive thug charged at me like a cannonball.

“Don’t get cocky, you little shit!!”

A long blade swung down toward me. Just as it was about to reach me—

—Swoosh.

I bent my body backward, evading it by a hair’s breadth.

Using that momentum, I stepped in with both feet and—

“Hah!!”

Like a bullet, I lunged forward.

I grabbed the thug’s wrists with both hands and twisted them with full force.

“Guh…?!”

CLANG!

The blade clattered to the ground, and in that instant, my fist drove into his gut.

“Gah…!!”

His massive frame doubled over.

But before he could recover, my knee smashed into his jaw.

BAM!!

The impact sent his entire body soaring through the air, crashing down several meters away.

— No good, this is endless.

Too many of them, and they’re all armed. Fighting them head-on is a damn fool’s game.

“Breaking through and escaping—that’s my best move here.”

Just as I made that decision and was about to act—

“Oi, you lot! Cut it out!!”

A sharp, commanding voice sliced through the chaos, instantly freezing everyone in place.

—Pfft.

The frenzied crowd stopped moving, like robots receiving a shutdown command.

…What the hell?

I quickly scanned my surroundings.

Everything had changed in an instant.

That voice… no way…

I turned toward the source of the voice. And standing there was—

A colossal man, exuding overwhelming pressure.

A physique like an armored beast, radiating an aura that made the air itself tremble.

With each slow step he took, the DEMON members parted ways, opening a path for him.

No one dared to block his path.

No—rather, they instinctively understood. They had no choice but to step aside.

—This man was…

The one who stood at the absolute top of the delinquent world.

The man who ruled over two thousand warriors, known as the strongest delinquent of all time.

The current leader of DEMON.

Asakawa Makoto.

The reason DEMON was called the “strongest in history”—

Was none other than the fact that this man was at its helm.

To become the head of DEMON, one must endure grueling, near-impossible trials.

Each branch leader selects their ten strongest fighters, and one must defeat them all alone.

This is the trial that has existed since the founding of DEMON—one that hundreds of warriors have challenged, only to be utterly defeated.

──But Asakawa Makoto was different.

He crushed them all in just three minutes.
A mere 180 seconds.
Every branch leader, all 130 of their elite fighters, the 100 warriors of the main headquarters, and even the DEMON leader of that time—he took them all down and ended everything.

In that instant, the strongest delinquent in history was born.
The most powerful leader in the history of DEMON.

His strength had already surpassed the level of any individual.
It was as if he alone rivaled an entire army.

In truth, DEMON’s so-called “Era of Strength” existed only because of this man’s presence.

“Asakawa… you were the one who called me here, weren’t you?”

I quietly asked him.

Asakawa slowly smiled and answered with a short, “Yeah, that’s right.”

He took a step forward, closing the distance between us to a mere three meters.

The blond-haired man who had just held a blade to my back stepped up beside him.

“Asakawa-san, I—”

The moment the blond opened his mouth—

DO-GAH!!

A powerful kick slammed into his stomach, sending him flying more than ten meters, skidding across the ground.

…The hell is with this guy?

“I told you earlier, didn’t I? That I’d ‘entertain’ our guest.”
“Do you even understand what that means?”

There was anger in Asakawa’s expression.

──But that was just for show.

His true target was undoubtedly me.

“My bad, Misaki. My subordinate was being rude.”

Asakawa chuckled lightly, offering a superficial apology.

But I didn’t believe a single word of it and replied, annoyed.

“…So? What do you want?”

“Nah, it’s been a while. Just wanted to check how you’ve been.”

“I’m fine. See ya.”

I had no interest in getting involved.
I immediately turned on my heel to leave.

But—

“Wait.”

A low voice echoed.

And before I knew it—

Asakawa was right in front of me.

“…!?”

Distance: 30 centimeters.

The sheer closeness made me instinctively want to step back.

How the hell did he move just now?

It was so fast, it felt like he had just teleported.

“Don’t be in such a rush.
We’ve still got ‘unfinished business’ to take care of.”

A fearless grin spread across Asakawa’s lips.

“…What business?”

“The other day, you took out some of my guys, didn’t you?”

“…Hah? What are you talking about?”

Asakawa ignored my question and simply said—

“Come out.”

At his command, a few men emerged from the crowd.

And the moment I saw their faces—

“…You guys!?”

──The ones who had picked a fight with me at school.

No way…
These guys were part of DEMON?

“Tsukikawa, Tsukimoto. This is the guy, right?”

“Yeah! It’s him!!”

“That’s right! He’s the one who beat the crap out of us!!”

The school thugs were now whining to Asakawa, playing the victims.

…Seriously?

I only acted in self-defense.

“So, Misaki. That means you picked a fight with my crew, doesn’t it?”

“No, that’s not—”

“It is, isn’t it?”

Asakawa cut off my protest without mercy.

“You took down my subordinates. That’s a fact, right?”

“I mean, I didn’t exactly—”

“How do you plan to take responsibility for that?”

No matter what I said, the conclusion had already been drawn.

I really should’ve avoided getting involved with these guys…

“Come on now, Misaki. Don’t be such a coward.”

Asakawa suddenly smirked.

“You were the former leader of FORCE, weren’t you?”

“That was ages ago. Who cares?”

“Shame. The guy once called the ‘Most Vicious Delinquent Hunter’ has gone soft, huh?”

…Tch.

Something about that remark irritated me.

“But whatever. I don’t want to crush you or anything.”

“…?”

“So let’s settle this. You and me, one-on-one.”

“…What?”

At Asakawa’s declaration, the crowd stirred.

“Asakawa-san, that’s—!”

Tsukikawa and Tsukimoto tried to object.

But—

“Shut up.”

With just those two words, they were silenced.

“So, Misaki?”

“…You serious?”

Fight him?
The man at the top of DEMON?
The strongest leader in history?

I really don’t want to do this…

But if I refuse, I’ll just get jumped by all of them here and now.

“…You swear this is just a ‘fight’ and nothing more?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

There was no lie in Asakawa’s eyes.

…Damn it, like I even have a choice.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

Resigned, I gave my answer.

Asakawa nodded, satisfied.

“Good. Then let’s do it over summer break.”

“…Summer?”

“Looking forward to it.”

With that, Asakawa waved his hand, signaling his men.

“Let’s go.”

The DEMON gang obeyed, leaving one after another.

Tsukikawa and Tsukimoto still looked dissatisfied, but they knew better than to go against Asakawa’s decision.

──And so, I ended up making a promise to fight this guy.

CONTINUATION: CHANGE OF POV

“Makoto, are you seriously planning to go up against him again?”

As they left the ALCATRAZ district behind, Akitsu Souma posed the question to Asakawa Makoto, the leader of DEMON.

He was Makoto’s right-hand man and also the strategist of DEMON.

There was a slight trace of concern in his voice.

—But Makoto only smiled.

“Of course I am.”

He answered, gazing into the distance as if reminiscing.

“To me, that guy is special.”

At that, Souma let out a sigh.

“…Still, from what I saw, it didn’t look like he had any intention of fighting you. If he doesn’t go all out, then even if you win, it’ll be meaningless, won’t it?”

“Don’t worry about it, Souma.”

Makoto chuckled lightly and gave Souma a pat on the shoulder.

“No one knows me better than I do.”

Saying that, he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, flicked open his lighter, and lit it.

Watching their exchange, Tsukikawa couldn’t help but feel curious.

“Akitsu-san, that guy Misaki… does he have some kind of special history with Asakawa-san?”

To that, Souma let out a deep sigh.

“You guys really went and picked a fight with a monster.”

“Huh?”

Tsukikawa and his junior, Tsukimoto, were caught off guard by his sudden words.

Seeing their reaction, Souma spoke in an exasperated tone.

“You guys are new, so I guess you wouldn’t know… but listen up. For twenty years, DEMON has been undefeated in DARK City. There was never anyone who could stand toe-to-toe with us.”

Tsukikawa and Tsukimoto remained silent, listening intently.

“But two years ago, there was a guy who stormed into our headquarters with just one other person.”

In that instant, Tsukikawa’s face stiffened.

“No way…!”

“Yeah, you’ve probably at least heard the name before. FORCE—the group that hunts down delinquents.”

Tsukimoto nodded in shock.

“Ahh, yeah… I’ve heard of them. A crazy organization that utterly crushes delinquents, right?”

“The one who founded FORCE… was that very same Misaki Nagisa.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

Tsukikawa and Tsukimoto turned pale.

“He was the leader of FORCE?”

“That’s right. Two years ago, Misaki and another woman—Misaki Kotone—invaded DEMON’s headquarters. The two of them are siblings and were founding members of FORCE. On top of that, they both practiced martial arts in the past. In DEMON’s entire history, we never had any real ‘enemies.’ But that time was different. Those two, both overwhelmingly strong, walked into our base without fear. Sure, we had them outnumbered. But even so, the battle never reached a decisive conclusion. All that remained… was an unshakable connection of rivalry.”

“Huh…?”

Tsukikawa and Tsukimoto were at a loss for words.

“And on top of that, those two have an older brother. That guy’s even stronger.”

As Souma finished speaking, the expressions on Tsukikawa and Tsukimoto’s faces clearly showed their unease.

At last, they understood just how much they had underestimated the name ‘Misaki Nagisa.’

“S-So he was that dangerous all along…?”

Tsukikawa muttered in disbelief, while Tsukimoto wiped away cold sweat.

“That day, I fought desperately in the bathroom… but in the end, I got taken down in an instant… From that moment, I knew he was way out of my league…”

“That’s why you two better not mess with Misaki at school ever again.”

Souma’s voice was calm, but the weight of his words carried an undeniable warning.

“That guy is the only one who’s ever fought Makoto on equal ground. If you piss him off for real… you’ll die.”

Hearing that, Tsukikawa and Tsukimoto completely fell silent.

“…This is insane.”

Tsukikawa swallowed hard.

“Souma, that’s enough.”

A quiet yet resolute voice cut through the heavy atmosphere.

When they turned around, they saw Makoto slowly clenching his fist.

“This time—for sure, I’ll settle things with Misaki.”

His eyes held no doubt, no hesitation.

And as he took a step forward, his pace gradually quickened.