Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 30: The Myougi Faction Starts Moving

Chapter 30: The Myougi Faction Starts Moving

“You know what I’ve been thinking lately?”

“Yeah?”

Leaning an elbow on the back of her chair, Minato stared up at the ceiling like she was pondering the mysteries of the universe.

She sounded so serious that I paused mid-lunch and glanced over at her.

“People treat me like crap these days. Specifically, there’s zero respect anymore.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“And it’s worse now! When I beat Akagi-san and became Shibakata High’s boss, for about a week I actually got the whole ‘wow, Mikoto-sama!’ treatment.”

She crossed her arms, pouting.

“But now? Now I get looks like… like I’m a bug on the sidewalk.”

“Pretty sure bugs don’t walk on sidewalks.”

“It’s a metaphor. The point is, no one takes me seriously anymore.”

She tilted her head, genuinely confused about why that might be.

The one and only answer—she’s weak—sat right on the tip of my tongue.

But saying that to her face felt… cruel.

So instead, I just plucked up a broccoli floret with my chopsticks and said, “Beats me,” before popping it in my mouth.

That’s when Chiaki—who’d clearly been eavesdropping—sauntered over, looking bored.

And I knew instantly where this was headed. Same routine as always. 

“Well, duh. It’s ‘cause you’re weak.”

“…I’ll refrain from denying that, because it’d just start a fight. You should be grateful.”

“I don’t mind fighting, actually. In fact, wanna go right now?”

“…S-Sorry, got carried away.”

Chiaki perched herself right on Minato’s desk, flashing a feral grin.

Even Minato—who usually strutted around acting cocky—couldn’t keep her confidence intact when faced with that battle-junkie smile up close.

“Time to move already.”

“Move…?”

“You’re getting disrespected because you don’t do anything. If it were Akagi-san, she’d have acted the second that kind of vibe started floating around.”

—Like cracking down on anyone dumb enough to challenge her.

Chiaki popped a candy into her mouth.

“Act… as in what, exactly?”

“Take down the up-and-comers one by one. Flatten ‘em. That’s how you become the undeniable top dog.”

“There’s no way I can do that!?”

Minato shot to her feet, practically kicking her chair back in panic.

Frustration and confusion were written all over her face.

“I’ll admit it—I’m weak!”

“Yeah, no kidding. We all know that.”

“…Hearing it so easily pisses me off…”

She clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“Anyway, say I pick a fight with someone. I’ll probably lose. Then I’ll just get disrespected even more—a downward spiral, end of story.”

“You’re getting something wrong.”

“Wrong…?”

“You don’t have to fight alone. I’m not exactly thrilled about it, but—we’re the Myougi Faction. If our boss is being disrespected, it’s on us to step in, too.”

Chiaki’s lips curled into a grin.

While this whole delinquent-manga-worthy scene was unfolding, I sat there quietly wrestling with my lunch, pondering one thing:

…Am I actually being counted as part of the Myougi Faction?

The vibe definitely said yes.

But personally? I’d really prefer to stay as uninvolved as humanly possible.

Hoping—probably in vain—that I was already too late to back out, I just shrugged.

The fight in the courtyard came to an end.

The first-year girl who’d been proclaiming herself the “next top dog” had fallen easily to Hinata’s fists.

Hinata didn’t bother hiding the redness on her cheek as she gave her defeated opponent a small, acknowledging smile.

“Khhh… W-Why’s someone as strong as you following that?”

“…Don’t ask me. One day I just realized I was here, that’s all.”

Hinata scratched her head roughly, looking away in embarrassment.

Meanwhile, the “that” in question—Minato Myougi—stood there with a blank, dopey expression, completely unaware she’d just been referred to as “that.”

To restore Minato’s reputation—though let’s be real, Chiaki’s love for fighting definitely played a part—they finally took action.

They challenged a group of girls in the hallway who’d been loudly bragging, “Pfft, we could totally rule this school!” and fought them in the name of their faction’s leader.

And, as mentioned, they won.

Turns out, anyone who’s managed to put a mark on Yayoi’s record is no joke.

Well, except Minato, who… didn’t actually do anything. At all. She didn’t even throw a punch.

But that didn’t matter.

At Shibakata High, delinquents always flock to the strongest.

In other words, whoever wins the fight becomes “justice.”

The defeated girls pledged to join the Myougi Faction, and their leader limped away, leaning on her second-in-command.

The rest of us remained in the courtyard, glancing at each other—then broke into grins.

“—Hah! Guess things worked out after all!”

“Yeah, but hearing you say that just feels wrong.”

“C’mon, I was the MVP here!”

“You didn’t even fight.”

“I was, like, the advisor. Or the coach. Yeah, that works.”

Before the fight, she’d been curled up like a pill bug.

Now that it was over, Minato’s ego had inflated again—she stood tall, chest puffed out, laughing triumphantly.

Watching this display, Chiaki and Hinata whispered to each other.

“Hey… wanna stage a coup?”

“Bad idea, Hinata. Start scheming like that and we’ll end up fighting Akagi-san again. I am not doing that twice.”

“Wow. Even you, Chiaki the battle maniac, thinks so?”

“I mean, I love fighting strong opponents, but…”

Chiaki’s cheeks flushed slightly. She hesitated, then admitted:

“…We’ve been involved with them a little now, y’know? And I get it—they’re genuinely good people. I don’t wanna throw punches at them anymore.”

“Well, look at that. Chiaki actually has a heart.”

“What do you think I am, huh?”

“Ahahahahaha!”