Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 20: Chiaki Haruna Stands Tall

Chapter 20: Chiaki Haruna Stands Tall

There’s this manga called Fist.

A delinquent series that was insanely popular in my previous life.

I wasn’t some hardcore fan—I didn’t know every single detail—but I loved reading it.

And the protagonist of that story?

Chiaki Haruna.

She got caught up in a turf war, had to leave her hometown, and transferred to Shibakata High—

Where, naturally, she got dragged right back into a world of nonstop brawls.

Usually, Chiaki acted like life itself was too much trouble.

Lazy. Apathetic.

But when it came to fighting… she became someone else entirely.

“DAAAH—!”

And the girl fighting in front of me right now—

Was this really the same Chiaki Haruna I knew?

Her pupils were blown wide, her lips twisted into a savage grin.

Across from her, Yayoi wasn’t holding back either.

That playful, childish vibe she always had was gone.

In its place—raw, overwhelming athleticism in full force.

“This is… brutal…”

“Didn’t think anyone could go toe-to-toe with Yayoi like this…”

Akira’s and Asama’s voices beside me felt far away.

I couldn’t tear my eyes from the fight.

“Oi, oi, oi! Where’d that lazy-ass version of you disappear to?!”

“Right back at you! What happened to that cutesy little act, huh?!”

Punches. Kicks.

Punches, kicks.

Punches, kicks, punches, kicks, punches, kicks—

A relentless, bone-shattering exchange.

Each blow ripped through the air, cracked like thunder, and split skin open.

Both girls were already soaked in blood—

And still, neither showed a single sign of stopping.

“Tch… you’re like an annoying little mosquito.”

“Your punches hurt like hell, Akagi-san!”

“I am selling myself on raw power, after all.”

“Selling yourself my ass! You’re a total scam!!”

Chiaki barked the retort, face twisted in frustration.

Yayoi, in contrast, stayed cool and composed.

“Hmm? Your punches are starting to feel lighter.”

“Ha—! After taking hit after hit from me, you’re still standing there like nothing happened? And now you’re complaining? You’re a straight-up battle junkie!”

“Coming from you, that’s rich.”

With that sharp exchange, the two launched right back into the fray.

We were several meters away, but even here, every strike cracked through the air—each impact heavy enough to make my chest tighten.

That alone said everything about how brutal this fight was.

“Uwaah… really glad I didn’t have to fight either of them. No way you beat that kind of monster with guts alone.”

“Agreed. Though, personally, I wouldn’t have minded putting up a bit more of a fight myself.”

“A win’s a win.”

Akira clung to me as she watched, pale-faced.

“I’m scared, Takumaaa…” she whimpered. Bruised, battered, and trembling—she looked unsettlingly ghost-like.

“Do you think… this fight could go either way?”

“—No. Yayoi will win.”

Asama’s voice carried absolute certainty.

Unshakable faith that left no room for argument.

I stopped listening after that.

All my attention was on the clash in front of me.

The end was near—I could feel it.

◇

—She’s strong.

Chiaki Haruna wanted nothing more than to collapse right then and there.

She’d taken more hits than she could count.

She kept up the tough front, but deep down, she knew—she was at her limit.

“Chiaki… your punches are getting lighter and lighter, y’know?”

“And you… you’re just as damn relentless as ever!”

She spat the words out and swung again.

But compared to the start, her punches were sluggish—

Easy for Yayoi Akagi to slip past.

“Take this—!”

A counter-kick whipped toward her.

Too close to dodge.

She braced herself, trying to absorb the impact before it fully landed—

—No good. She’s seriously strong.

Her knees buckled.

She stared at her uncooperative legs, willing them to move—

But they refused.

Chiaki had always loved fighting.

Her middle school days had been nothing but one brawl after another.

But then came that turf war…

The moment she learned there were opponents out there you couldn’t beat with strength alone.

So when she moved here, she tried to change.
Tried to stay away from fights as much as she could.
Even at Shibakata High, she thought if she just kept her head down, maybe—just maybe—she could pull it off.

“Hah—”

(So this is where I’ve ended up.)

That vow to stop fighting? Shattered long ago.

And now, even the one thing she took pride in… was about to end in defeat.

Her opponent—

The boss of Shibakata High.

Yayoi Akagi.

Behind that childish facade beat the heart of a true delinquent—cold, relentless, unshakable.

She smacked her knee.

Slammed her fist into the ground. Forced herself upright.

Her vision swam, her mind clouded—there was no way she could fight properly anymore.

Maybe Yayoi sensed it. She tilted her head, calm… almost amused.

“You should quit while you can.”

“…Hah… Don’t… underestimate me—!”

“I’m not. I actually respect you. I can’t remember anyone else who’s stood against me this long. Be proud of that.”

(She had to be hurting as much as I was… so why did she still look so composed? Had my blows really done nothing?)

Chiaki’s face twisted in frustration.

—Why am I even fighting?

Her blurred mind started to wander—

Reaching for the reason she was still on her feet.

“Damn it… this is all that Minato’s fault…”

(That idiot—yeah, maybe you could even call her charismatic in her own dumb way. And then there’s the guy sitting next to her unconscious body—Takuma Takamure.)

—Maybe girls really are stupid creatures…

(Because standing in front of a guy like that, I couldn’t help but want to look cool.)

The thought made Chiaki chuckle to herself.

“Ku… kukuku…”

“What the hell? You lose your mind or something?”

“Nah. Just taking a little trip down memory lane—figuring out who I really am.”

“Ha! Look at you, acting all philosophical.”

Yayoi scratched her cheek lazily.

“So, you ready to throw in the towel?”

“Sorry, but I’m fully booked on surrender—next opening’s in two years.”

“…Figures. I didn’t wanna mess you up too badly, y’know, since you’re Takuma’s friend…”

She lunged—fast.

“—If you’re a woman, don’t you dare swallow the words you’ve spit out!”

“Damn right—come at me, Yayoi Akagi!”

The final clash ignited.