I Was Reincarnated as a Creepy Fat Guy, Then Trained Myself Without Sleep. And Then, for Some Reason, the Heroines Start Approaching Me - Chapter 91: Loser Witness the Shine from Afar

The person who continued to shout was a chubby man in his 30s, severely scolded by a site supervisor at a construction site, Haysan Shota.

“Shota Hayama! If scum like you enters society, it’ll become more rotten! Good people like me, who endure and silently bear, will suffer even more!”

Even from Shota’s room on the second floor, the voice of the chubby man could be heard clearly, causing the two to freeze.

“Bro… What on earth is this…”

“It’s all Kondo’s fault… It’s all Kondo’s fault…”

Looking at Shota, who had long given up and was already under the broken futon, Marin sighed softly with a face devoid of dreams and hope.

However, to prevent giving her any opening, the chubby man continued.

“Hayama, you bastard! Open up! I’ll kill you! Open up quickly!”

The chubby man’s cries continued.

There was no one in this situation that they could rely on.

“Hey… Shota Hayama! You’re like a cancer cell in this world! If scum like you gets cocky and bullies others, then other scum like you will follow suit, repeating the same things, and people like me, the righteous ones, will suffer!”

“What… What is he saying?” Shota mumbled in a low voice from under the futon, trying not to be heard by the chubby man.

The chubby man said it as if he could hear Shota.

“I’ll kill you in the cruelest way possible! And just like what you did to Kondo Itsuki and the others, I’ll spread your figure on the internet, instilling fear in those delinquents! Ahaha!! Then, people like you who leech off society will feel the unknown fear of when they might be killed! Ahahaahaha!!”

“Ah…”

“Bro…”

Shota wet himself under the futon.

“Ah ah ah ah… It’s not my fault… It’s not my fault… It’s not my fault… It’s not my fault…”

The chubby man delivered the final blow to the extremely tense Shota.

“I was born to kill youuuuuuuuu!!!”

And the chubby man, with the force of breaking the front door, hit it again.

Shota’s room was engulfed in fear.

This situation, straight out of a horror movie, continued for five minutes.

During that time, Marin and Shota said nothing, holding back their hearts on the verge of exploding.

Then, the chubby man, seemingly losing interest, sighed and spoke in a smaller voice than before.

“What a letdown. Is nobody here? Tch!”

Saying this, the chubby man threw the knife he brought onto the second-floor balcony. It was an action to somehow distract himself from the frustrating feelings, but the knife ended up falling onto the balcony connected to Shota’s room.

Upon hearing a sharp sound, Marin instantly recognized it as a blade, causing her body to shudder even more.

As for her brother, he had already lost consciousness.

About ten minutes passed in this manner.

Voices of neighbors talking leaked in from the surroundings.

This meant that the chubby man likely left from here.

What should she do?

Should she inform her parents?

Should she call the police?

Various considerations crossed her mind, and in the midst of conflicting thoughts, the image of a man appeared in Marin’s mind.

However, that man had already gone far away.

“It’s my fault… It’s me…”

Of course, her brother brought this upon himself.

But,

what happened with Itsuki Kondo…

“…”

Biting her lip, Marin, as if determined, clenched her fist and headed towards the entrance.

Calmly settling her trembling hands, Marin forcefully opened the door.

The chubby man was not there, and a few concerned neighbors were looking at her.

“Um… Are you okay?”

“We heard quite a loud voice from here.”

To the neighbors asking, Marin replied,

“I’m fine…”

She answered and locked the entrance door before running out.

Marin felt a pang of guilt, but her running speed was exceptionally fast.

She wanted to talk to him, but more than that, the desire to escape from her home, like a needle escaping from a cushion, dominated.

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Itsuki’s Side

As usual, I’m in the middle of muscle training.

Separated from the secular world, I use my phone only for interactions with acquaintances, and I’m training my body as if I’ve become a monk in training.

Today, a Sunday, was no different from my routine. In the morning, I jog, and until noon, I read books to manage a personal gym. In the afternoon, it’s intensive muscle training.

My home confinement will be lifted soon.

I wonder how people will look at me if I go to school.

Well, I did hit someone.

Certainly, many people will probably avoid me. As a problematic child, I’ll likely lead a restricted school life under the surveillance of teachers.

But, none of those things will affect me.

What torments me is the academic side of things.

Keisuke assured me that he doesn’t dislike me.

But, Manabu…

“Sigh…”

Thinking about him, my mind wasn’t into muscle training at all.

It’s almost dinner time.

I left the room, shirtless, to drink a sports drink.

Upon entering the living room, an astonishing sight caught my eye.

“Mom, what’s this?”

“Oh, Itsuki! Finished your muscle training?”

“Y-yeah, …… so, what’s with the sushi?”

Visible before me was an incredible amount of sushi, easily exceeding ten servings.

Dad was setting up drinks and disposable chopsticks on the table in the kitchen.

“Oh, Itsuki, could you help too?”

When Dad said that, I tilted my head and replied,

“Is someone visiting?”

“Hehe, it’s a surprise.”

“A surprise?”

As I questioned, the doorbell rang just as if on cue from the entrance.

“Oh, looks like they’re here!”

“Yeah, Itsuki! Go and see.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Just go as you are!”

So, as instructed, I headed towards the entrance and opened the door.

There,

“”Hello!””

Kanna, Manabu, Kanon, Tatsuzaki, Mikami, and  Tamaki-san stood with bright expressions.

“Everyone.”

To my bewildered self, Kanna lifted her bangs and said with a smile,

“Itsuki, check SNS.”

“SNS?”

“Yeah.”

“I have a phone, but it’s in my room…”

“I want you to check it right now. I’ll lend you mine.”

“Uh, sure.”

What on earth did she want to convey to me?

As I wondered, Kanna approached and handed me the phone.

“Search for your name.”

“Uh, okay.”

Since that detestable incident, I had avoided opening SNS apps, but well, if it’s her request, I couldn’t help it.

So, I entered my name into the SNS search bar and searched.

“What!! What is this!!”

I couldn’t close my open mouth.

Various posts were there, ranging from information I knew about the incident where I punched Hayama, to information I didn’t know. It had sparked a heated discussion.

A two-shot photo of me and Kanon, content demeaning Hayama along with his personal information, the fact that Keisuke was the author of Fantasia, the teacher being threatened by Hayama and falsely blaming only me, videos and images of Hayama assaulting us in the past, and an interview with Manabu.

For a while, I stood motionless, moving my fingers, and looked through those posts.

“Kondo-kun is slow to notice!”

Fujoshi Mikami complained.

“Well, thanks to that, we were able to pull off this surprise, so let’s leave it at that.”

Tatsuzaki supported me.

Since my home confinement, I hadn’t looked at news, SNS, or anything to clear my mind. But, couldn’t someone have told me at least?

I chuckled, a laugh that could be interpreted as self-deprecating or bitter, and Kanon spoke.

“Master, who dedicates himself to muscle training away from the secular world… It’s very cool! I’ll follow Master and, if I fall into a slump, I’ll be canned with Master and do muscle training…”

“No, you don’t have to…”

As I immediately denied, Kanon puffed her cheeks slightly but soon smiled.

“Itsuki, have you grown a bit in my absence? Fufu.”

That’s what Kanna said.

She seemed more alluring.

Usually, I would have countered Kanna around this point, but today, I was a bit different.

“Yes. During my home confinement, I was able to learn various things.”

Upon hearing that, Kanna relaxed her cheeks. However, she soon pouted slightly and turned her eyes away with a huff.

“Hmm, is that so? Well, whatever. Honestly… how long are you going to keep me waiting…”

Kanna exhaled frustratingly and crossed her arms. Her emphasized chest seemed somehow larger than before.

Well, only Kanna and I would probably understand the meaning of what she said.

I’ll tease her until she breaks later.

Thinking that, suddenly, an exquisite softness attacked my bare upper body.

Kanna had jumped onto me.

“Kanna…”

“I’m your girlfriend, so I did my best for you!”

I couldn’t say exactly what she did for me. After all, Kanna wouldn’t tell me.

But there was one thing that was certain.

Trembling, Kanna, who embraced me tightly, surely made strenuous efforts to help me.

So, for now, without asking anything,

I’ll embrace her back.

Thinking so, with my upper body bare, I wrapped my arms around Kanna’s back and hugged her tightly.

“Eek!”

Kanna was initially surprised, but eventually, she entrusted her entire body to me.

Watching us, Manabu pointed his index finger at me.

“Kondo Itsuki!!”

“W-What?”

Whether he didn’t like me hugging Kanna or had something he wanted to talk about,

As I looked at Manabu with concern, he opened his mouth.

“You and I are in an equal relationship! If I feel like it, I can help you too! I’ve been relying on you all this time, but now it’s different!”

Saying that, Manabu, satisfied, exhaled through his nose and smiled kindly at me before speaking again.

“Good grief! You’re such a handful, Itsuki!”

“You… seriously.”

He’s really a cunning one.

Even though I had been desperately holding back tears since Kanna’s side, if he says something like that, I can’t bear it anymore.

“You idiot… I’ve never once thought of you as beneath me!”

As I said that, tears were streaming down my cheeks.

For a moment, an emotional scene unfolded.

Regaining composure, I let go of Kanna, and Fujoshi Mikami, while shifting her gaze around, spoke.

“By the way, where’s Shizukawa-kun?”

Actually, I had been curious about him for a long time.

“Master, on the way here, Onii-sama received a call from the editor… I think he’ll be here soon!”

I see.

Feeling joy at the fact that Keisuke would also come, I gestured for everyone standing in front to come inside.

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Marin’s Perspective:

“I have no place to enter… there’s no place for me there… I can’t talk to them…”

Hiding behind a utility pole near Itsuki’s house, Marin, who had listened to all of Itsuki and the others’ conversation just now, murmured sadly.

“What am I doing… What have I been doing until now…”

Holding onto the utility pole with even more force, Marin lowered her face, muttering.

“I… I…”

Marin, with her emerald eyes moistening.

From behind her, a familiar voice and words could be heard.

“You loser.”