Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 24: A New Order

Chapter 24: A New Order

Shibakata High had changed.

Back when Yayoi was the boss, sure, there were fights—but there was also… something like a code.

A rough set of rules everyone followed.

Now? Completely different.

With Minato Myougi as the new leader, fights were breaking out everywhere, all the time.

Total chaos.

It hadn’t even been an hour since I got to school.

Yeah, I know—in this place, showing up late or skipping entirely was normal.

But I still had leftover “normal student” habits from my previous life, so I came on time like an idiot.

“Eat this!”

“Like hell I will!”

A fistfight had already erupted in the back of the classroom.

Unfortunately, my seat was in the last row, so… yeah. Awkward.

Best strategy: ignore everything.

I risked a quick glance at my neighbor.

Chiaki—the ultimate battle junkie—was smirking.

She wasn’t jumping in yet, but she looked like a predator forced to sit still in front of fresh meat.

No telling when she’d snap, and that uncertainty alone had me on edge.

When the teacher finally strolled in a few minutes after the bell, he glanced at the brawl and just said, “Oh, nice one,” like he was commenting on cherry blossoms in spring.

Didn’t even think about stopping them.

This was Shibakata High now.

The new “order” that had taken root in Yayoi Akagi’s absence.

Well, technically, Yayoi hadn’t left. She just wasn’t the type to step in anymore.

Which meant… if we wanted this mess cleaned up, only one person could do it: the current boss.

As soon as class ended, I marched straight over to Minato.

“Boss.”

“…Takuma-kun, can you not call me that? I’ve already got, like, half the school eyeing me with murderous intent. Feels like I’m sitting in a shark tank over here.”

She shivered dramatically—but honestly, she wasn’t wrong.

The entire classroom’s attention was on Minato—

Every pair of eyes gleaming with the unspoken message: I’m coming for that throne.

Still, she was the one who accepted Yayoi’s challenge.

She was the one who (somehow) walked away as the winner.

I wasn’t saying she had to take full responsibility for the current chaos… but she should at least do something about it.

…Which was exactly why I’d brought this up.

I’d read the manga; I knew what was coming next.

If I could push her to act now, maybe—just maybe—I could avoid the worst-case scenario.

Apparently overhearing us, Chiaki sauntered over, casual as ever.

“Minato-saan.”

“Eep.”

“I’ve been listening for a while now, and all I hear is excuse after excuse. Is that really what you wanna be saying in front of a guy?”

“B-But… I mean…”

“‘But’ my ass!”

Chiaki slammed her hand down on Minato’s desk.

The impact was so sharp that Minato’s banana milk spat a tiny drop from the straw.

Chiaki didn’t even notice—her eyes were blazing as she kept going.

“You’re the one who came up with this whole ‘Myougi Faction’ thing, Minato. You started it—so no matter how it turns out, you better see it through.”

“F-Fine… I get it… But seriously, Chiaki, you’ve got other motives here, don’t you?”

“Huh?” Chiaki tilted her head innocently.

But the smirk tugging at her lips gave her away completely.

“Lazy-ass Chiaki, suddenly all concerned about the state of Shibakata High? Yeah, sure. Not buying it.”

“Rude. I’m always on the side of justice, you know.”

“Oh, please. Out of everyone I know, you’re the last person who gets to say that. You live for fights—you’re practically the opposite of ‘justice.’”

Ouch. Brutal words.

But Chiaki didn’t argue. She just crossed her arms, totally unfazed… even as her foot kept tapping against Minato’s desk.

Holding the violently shaking desk down, Minato ran a hand through her brown hair.

“So really, what you’re after is an excuse to fight, isn’t it? Dressing it up as ‘bringing peace to Shibakata High’ and all that. Your whole body’s screaming, ‘I wanna fight!’ You’re like a busted motorcycle—loud and impossible to ignore.”

She let out a weary sigh.

And honestly, she probably really was exhausted.

Minato usually put at least some effort into her appearance—not obsessively, but enough to look presentable.

Right now? Total wreck.

Bedhead sticking up in every direction, dark circles under her eyes, and lips dry and cracked like she hadn’t had a sip of water all day.

There’d been a part like this in Fist, too.

Timid little Minato Myougi, crumbling under the pressure of suddenly being the boss.

Of course, in the manga, after getting dragged into countless fights, she eventually grew into the role—

Not the strongest fighter by any means, but by the middle of the story, she’d become a damn good leader.

Chiaki, hit square in the chest by Minato’s blunt honesty, snorted sharply and drained the rest of her banana milk.

When she noticed a few drops had spilled, she frowned at them and dabbed carefully with a handkerchief—surprisingly meticulous for someone like her.

“You’ve got me pegged. Before I transferred here, I got caught up in a huge turf war. Swore off fighting after that. But… after what happened with Akagi-san, I guess the blood started pumping again.”

She radiated hunger for battle—a predator catching the scent of prey.

Just like Minato had said—she was a busted bike with no brakes.

A runaway train barreling ahead.

Minato, sitting right across from that intensity, could only nod over and over, like one of those little drinking bird toys.

The sight was so pathetic I couldn’t help but wipe a tear from the corner of my eye.