My Gift Is “Beauty”. I Think It’s Useless, but It Seems to Be an S-Rank Gift With the Strongest Buff Effect for Beautiful Girls

Chapter 43.2.1: Asami Yaginuma

“—Ah… I received it.”

It was probably when I was about ten years old.

I, a shy girl who struggled to make friends, suddenly realized I had received a gift.

—My great-grandfather in England passed away.

The moment I received the gift, my half-English mother told me about my great-grandfather’s death.

“Your hair looks like a sheep’s! Haha! You will become a kind girl,” he said.

“Ah… Grandpa…!”

I don’t remember much, but I vaguely recall that he traveled all the way to Japan to dote on me. He openly loved my curly, wool-like hair, which was my biggest insecurity. Because of that, even though I felt insecure about my hair, I didn’t lock myself away at home and managed to attend school properly.

My great-grandfather, despite his old age, was apparently called a “hero” in England as an adventurer.

Thirty years ago, dungeons appeared simultaneously worldwide, and in some countries, monsters reportedly spilled out from gates. Japan never experienced such an event, but in countries where monsters overflowed, significant damage occurred.

One of those countries was apparently England.

At that time, my great-grandfather, a mere farmer, used his awakened gift to annihilate the monsters. For his achievements, people called him a hero, and he even received a knighthood.

—”Inheritance.”

That was the gift my great-grandfather, known as a “hero,” possessed.

And the moment he passed away, for some reason, I inherited that gift.

Some people understand what gift they received, while others don’t.

I was one of those who understood.

Why? In my case, I didn’t receive only the “Inheritance” gift at that moment.

Due to its highly confidential nature, I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about my great-grandfather’s gift, as decided in England. Although I, living in Japan, was exempt, only my family knew about my gift until recently.

The moment I realized I received the “Inheritance” gift, multiple gifts flooded into me.

“Appraisal,” “Detection,” “Mimicry,” “Reflection,” “Teleportation,” “Physical Resistance,” “Stun Resistance,” “Health,” “Lending,” and more—I received countless gifts at that point.

Perhaps because of this, I noticed I had received them.

The first gift I used was “Appraisal.” I appraised my own gifts and began to understand their abilities.

The “Inheritance” gift automatically inherited the gifts of deceased relatives, initially up to the fifth degree of kinship.

Now, at sixteen years old, the effect extended to the tenth degree of kinship.

Each time a relative passed away, my gifts increased.

“Vacuum Slash,” “Gravity Manipulation,” “Peaceful Sleep,” “Berserker,” “Magic Enhancement,” “Guidance,” “Magic Collection,” “Borrowing,” “Protection,” “Leap,” “Hero”—over six years, the gifts I received became too much for me to handle.

In my third year of middle school, I committed a taboo for the first time.

For someone like me, who had nothing, the numerous gifts I received felt overwhelming.

Perhaps I thought that if I could protect someone like my great-grandfather did, even I, who struggled to communicate with others, could become a hero.

So, out of curiosity, I decided to enter a dungeon.

Normally, only people sixteen or older, recognized by the Adventurers’ Guild, could enter dungeons. But I used my “Mimicry” gift to blend into the surroundings, hiding my presence, and boldly passed by the gatekeepers.

The first monster I saw was a giant lizard.

It was dozens of times larger than my body, and the moment it stared at me, I thought it would kill me.

However, my gift activated automatically, and for some reason, I suddenly stopped feeling fear.

—I can defeat it.

With that thought, I used “Leap,” dodged the lizard’s flames with “Teleportation,” gathered magic in my right fist with “Magic Enhancement,” activated “Berserker,” and punched its head with my bare hand.

The giant lizard’s head crushed instantly, and it collapsed to the ground, gradually turning into magical dust and disappearing.

Later, I learned the dungeon I entered was a lower A-rank dungeon.

At the time, I didn’t understand dungeon ranks, but for me, the opponent wasn’t even a warm-up.

When I told my parents about my gifts, they said my great-grandfather’s blood ran strongly in me. Of course, I couldn’t tell them I had entered a dungeon.

For now, wanting to protect my family in case something happened, I used “Detection” to designate them as targets and wrapped them in my magic with “Protection.”

From then on, I occasionally entered dungeons alone, making sure not to defeat the bosses. I gradually collected holy relics and items, storing them in a different dimension with “Storage.”

The power I gained, triggered by my great-grandfather’s death, felt unfit for me.

However, even with such gifts, my insecurities didn’t disappear.

My mother’s hair was smooth. My father’s was frizzy.

I strongly inherited my father’s hair texture, and since I was young, my hair looked like an explosion.

—Then I became a high school student.

Surprisingly, my classmates were kind, especially the girls, who actively talked to me, and few mocked my hairstyle. I even made friends who called me their friend, but their hair was beautiful and smooth. I envied them.

“Frizzy,” “Afro,” “Bomber,” “Big Ocean”—I occasionally heard such voices.

I wasn’t bullied directly, but as a girl, this hair felt unnecessary.

One day, I saw a senior with incredibly beautiful hair.

I couldn’t help but say, “Beautiful,” aloud, and the senior turned toward me.

Embarrassed, I fled the scene.

She came to my classroom and called me out.

A senior calling me out—I thought it might be the bullying I’d heard about, but it wasn’t like that at all.

On the rooftop bench, Hibiki Hayashido told me about someone with a “Hair Quality Improvement” skill.

I instinctively activated “Appraisal,” understanding why Hayashido spoke to me and what Takanashi’s gift was.

Because of that, I immediately believed in its effect and entrusted my long-troubled hair to them.

“Ababababababa! ♡ Ababababababa! ♡”

Even with my resistance gifts, Takanashi’s treatment made me feel like I was losing my mind.

Thanks to “Stun Resistance,” I didn’t faint, but I later thought fainting might have been better.

Because, unbeknownst to me, my lower body became soaking wet.

Using the “Hero” gift, I somehow suppressed my embarrassment and stayed sane.

After six treatments, one morning, I was shocked by the dramatic change in my hair, and tears naturally flowed.

No matter how many powerful gifts I had, they didn’t fix my insecurities. I felt grateful to the seniors who did, and I decided to prioritize protecting them.

That day, when my mother took me to the salon, the hairdresser was surprised.

My once-curly hair suddenly became straight, and with bangs covering my face, I looked like a ghost.

“This is… me…”

I couldn’t believe the person sitting in front of the mirror was me.

Later, my mother hugged me tightly, overjoyed.

After my hair changed, how my classmates treated me improved dramatically.

For some reason, the girls treated me like a princess, and the boys actively helped with my tasks.

Still, my friends who were kind from the start treated me the same.

So, even when I suddenly disappeared while hanging out, they didn’t get truly angry.

One day, the “Detection” gift I set on my seniors reacted.

One of its abilities alerted me to danger for designated targets. It activated for four people at once.

I was hanging out with friends, but thinking my seniors were in danger, I left my friends and teleported to the location I sensed.