Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 18: Things We Saw Coming, Things We Didn’t

Chapter 18: Things We Saw Coming, Things We Didn’t

Minato’s fist sliced through the air.

Sounds cool written out like that—

But in plain terms? Yeah, she whiffed.

I once heard that wide, flashy punches are easy to read.

Watching her now, arms crossed, I had to nod. …Checks out.

“—!”

Asama let out a sharp breath and countered in an instant.

A perfect cross-counter.

Her fist landed square on Minato’s face, knocking her backward.

“Kyuuuuuu…”

“…Huh?”

Thud.

Down she went, flat on the ground.

Asama blinked, staring at her own fist.

“Uh… was I always strong enough to take someone out in one hit?”

She looked genuinely baffled. Honestly? Fair reaction.

The three of us just stood there watching, like, yeah, figures.

“Uh… um, well then… Asama-san wins!”

Even Akira looked confused as she announced it, though she still did her job.

Her face, though, said she wasn’t buying it either.

“Hey, Takuma.”

“What’s up, Yayoi?”

“Mm… I mean, I was the one who suggested this fight and all, but… this isn’t really what I had in mind, y’know?”

Yayoi twirled a strand of hair around her finger, her expression sour—like she’d just eaten something that didn’t sit right.

“The leader of the Myougi gang is suuuper weak, huh.”

“Yeah, but still… I mean… ugh, no, you’re right.”

“Sorry about that, Akagi-san.”

Chiaki gave a quick, half-hearted apology to the still-confused Asama.

Meanwhile, Hinata was busy dragging the unconscious Minato off to the side.

The mood was… yeah, pretty awkward.

But ready or not, the next fight was about to start.

“Alright then, guess it’s my turn!”

From behind her curtain of bangs, Akira’s eyes sparkled as she puffed out her chest.

…Not that there was much chest to puff out.

“Takuma-kun, is she strong?”

“Akira-san, huh… uuuh.”

I mean, I’d read about her in the manga.

But seeing it firsthand? Nope.

I couldn’t say anything for sure, so I just trailed off.

That’s when Hinata threw me a lifeline.

Apparently, she’d actually seen Akira fight before.

“If you’re asking strong or not… then not strong.”

“So basically, she’s the Minato of their crew?”

“She’s not strong… but you can’t beat her.”

“Can’t beat her? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Maybe the right word is… immortal? I’ve never fought her myself, but from the outside, she just looks ridiculously hard to put down.”

Hinata’s body shivered as she spoke, like she was remembering something nasty.

“…Well then, what do we do? Should I take her?”

“No way. Me going up against Akagi-san is out of the question.”

“Gotcha. Then Hinata, you’re up against Akira-san.”

“…Don’t just dump this on me.”

“C’mon, don’t look so crushed.”

“Wouldn’t you be crushed in my place!?”

With a sour look, Hinata trudged forward, dragging her feet.

Waiting for her in the middle, Akira tilted her head, looking surprised.

“…Oh? If it isn’t Takaiwa-chan.”

“You know me?”

“You’re the one who got kicked out for spying on Saemaki High, right?”

“…Y-Yeah, sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize. I’m not mad.”

“…Huh?”

Hinata blinked, dumbfounded.

“Akagi-san only did it to save face, that’s all. After all, you’re totally head over heels for her, aren’t you? Nobody really hates someone who actually likes them.”

“Uh… thanks? I guess?”

“But when it comes to a fight, that’s another story. Throwing a match on purpose? Not happening. If there’s one thing Akagi-san hates more than anything, it’s someone holding back.”

Akira spread her feet apart, dropping into her stance.

Hinata hesitated for a moment, then raised her fists into a fighting pose.

“Alright then—here I come!”

A fierce charge.

With one long step, Akira closed the gap in an instant.

Hinata’s expression hardened, her fist twisting from the hips as she swung.

Akira sliced through the air like a bullet.

Her bangs whipped back in the wind, finally revealing the eyes that usually stayed hidden.

Wide open now, locked on Hinata—she slipped in just close enough to dodge the punch by a hair, then pressed forward even harder.

Maybe it was thanks to her small frame.

But to the one on the receiving end? The pressure was overwhelming.

“—!”

“Trying to swing with your free arm? Too easy!”

“Guh—!?”

Hinata grit her teeth and roared, swinging with her other hand.

But it was pointless.

Akira slipped right past it, landing a clean, lightning-fast strike.

Hinata staggered, completely open.

Perfect timing—Akira’s lips curled into a sharp grin, and she drove in with another punch.

“Hahahaha!!”

“D-Damn it—!”

A dull thud echoed as fist met flesh.

The way Akira laughed, eyes wide and wild, she looked less like a fighter and more like a demon.

Her unleashed barrage didn’t stop.

Chiaki, standing next to me, rubbed her chin with interest.

“…Heh. She’s just like me.”

But Hinata wasn’t the type to just sit there and take it forever.

As another fist came flying, she leaned forward into it—charging straight in.

“You lessened the damage, huh?!”

“I’m not just some punching bag, y’know!”

Size difference was a scary thing.

Especially in a fight.

Hinata’s counter came crashing down hard from above—her knuckles slamming straight into Akira’s forehead.

“—Wha—”

But she didn’t stop.

Not even blinking, she seemed to know exactly where the next hit would land.

Almost like payback, Akira leaned in and took the blow head-on—with her forehead—laughing the whole time.

“You think I’m just gonna end it like this!? That’d be boring! C’mon, make it fun for meee!!”

“You’re a damn monster—!”

This was Akira Narukami.

The reason they called her immortal.

All I could do was stare at that brutal fight, completely forgetting to even swallow.