Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 34: The Myougi Faction Sets Out for Revenge

Chapter 34: The Myougi Faction Sets Out for Revenge

In delinquent fights—when pride’s on the line—it’s common for the loser to end up under the winner’s heel.

But Tanigawa, her face still streaked with the faint trace of a nosebleed, only grimaced and sighed.

“Forget that crap. I swore I’d never take anyone as a follower unless they truly want to be by my side.”

Hinata, legs trembling as she struggled back to her feet, stared at her like she was witnessing something bizarre.

Like cracking an egg and finding two yolks inside—half joy, half disbelief.

She managed a crooked smile and stomped her feet against the floor, trying to steady herself—

Only for her body to sway, the fight’s aftershocks still tearing through her.

I rushed forward, slipping an arm around her back before she could crash onto the hard floor.

Hinata’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, lashes trembling like she wanted to wordlessly convey her gratitude.

When she finally spoke, her voice was calm—but firm.

“Truth is… Shibakata High’s nothing but a gathering of losers. People who can’t live a normal life, just trying to carve out a place for themselves.”

“Pretty late to be realizing that.”

“Tanigawa-san… you’re different from the rest.”

“I’m not. I just live without betraying my own beliefs, that’s all.”

Tanigawa snorted, deliberately hamming up her tough-girl act.

Strangely enough, Hinata seemed to like that kind of attitude.

She smirked back, her posture finally loosening.

Which, of course, meant even more of her weight slumped against my arm.

I really wanted to complain, but cutting into the weirdly charged atmosphere between those two wasn’t an option.

So I stayed quiet, breathing slow and trying to erase my presence.

“HAAH!? Hinata lost!?”

“Keep it down, Minato. Your voice makes my injuries ache.”

“Like hell I can keep quiet about this! How am I supposed to swallow something that shocking!?”

Minato’s face twisted in raw disbelief before quickly shifting to fretting over Hinata’s condition.

Maybe because she was always the one getting banged up—usually for the dumbest reasons—her concern actually felt surprisingly natural.

Like a loyal dog worrying over its master’s health, she hovered close.

Hinata grimaced at the fuss but, just faintly, her cheeks softened in a way that betrayed her.

“Anyway… I’m out. I’m done with this whole fight to unify Shibakata High.”

“You can’t be serious! Hinata, you’re the backbone of the Myougi Faction!”

“That backbone just got snapped clean in half. That Tanigawa chick is one hell of a carpenter.”

Hinata had never really been fighting to unify the school out of ambition—she’d mostly just been swinging her fists because her friends dragged her into it.

So when it came down to who actually ruled Shibakata High—aside from Akagi-san, of course—she honestly couldn’t care less.

She tapped the bandage stuck across her nose and groaned, “Really, this hurts like hell,” dragging out every word with exaggerated misery.

Since she’d just been fretting over Hinata’s injuries a moment ago, Minato couldn’t exactly tell her to jump back into an even harsher battlefield.

All she managed was a pained grimace, her eyes caught in conflict.

Beside me, Chiaki stood with her usual blank, disinterested expression.

Even after hearing Hinata was quitting, her face didn’t change.

If anything… she looked entertained.

“You were with Hinata, right, Takuma-kun?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you saw Uta Tanigawa fight.”

“I only saw it. Don’t expect me to give you a detailed breakdown.”

“That’s fine. Actually, I’d rather you didn’t spoil it for me.”

Her lips curled, a sharp canine tooth flashing as her eyes lit up—like a predator catching the scent of fresh prey.

The thought of facing a strong opponent she hadn’t fought yet already had her blood pumping.

All I could do was let out a weak laugh, picturing the bloody mess she was probably fantasizing about.

Then Chiaki turned and strolled toward Minato—her steps light, almost cheerful.

“Oi, Minato.”

“Uwah, you scared the crap outta me! But more importantly, Chiaki, talk some sense into her, will ya? Hinata’s ready to bail just ‘cause she lost to Tanigawa once. Doesn’t she have any pride as a member of the Myougi Faction?”

“That kinda pride? Don’t give a damn.”

“Don’t give a damn!?”

“C’mon, let’s go pick a fight with Uta Tanigawa ourselves already.”

Her voice practically had musical notes dancing around it, like she was cheerfully humming her way into a brawl.

Minato swatted that reckless energy away with a groan.

It was like watching a senior office worker trying to boss around the newbies.

“Listen here! We’re talking about someone who’s got—like—a third of the whole school behind her! …Though yeah, this is Shibakata High, so maybe fractions are pushing it. Fine, imagine a cake.”

“Don’t treat me like an idiot. I know that much.”

“Then you should also get why saying ‘let’s fight her’ is insane! There’s only two of us! How the hell are we supposed to win!?”

Minato shook her head so hard her hair whipped around wildly.

Chiaki, calm as ever, just watched her.

“We’ve already beaten impossible odds once, haven’t we?”

“…You mean Akagi-san?”

“Damn right.”

“That only worked ‘cause Akagi-san stepped in when it suited her. You can’t pull that trick twice. Normally, there’s no reason for anyone to accept a small-scale fight when they’ve got the numbers.”

“Then we’ll make it happen.”

Chiaki’s grin shone bright—so dazzling Minato actually winced at it.

“I’ve heard Uta Tanigawa’s the straightforward type, yeah?”

“Yeah, sounds about right.”

“Kinda like Minato.”

“…Oh? Wait. Are you calling me stupid?”

“Who knows.”

“Hey! Chiaki!!”

Minato shook her head up, down, left, right—like a bobblehead on the verge of short-circuiting.

Chiaki didn’t even blink, her sly grin glued in place.

But after a solid half-minute of being rattled around, even she started to crack, coughing weakly as she lifted a hand in surrender.

“Cough—cough—a-anyway, listen. Here’s the plan. We provoke Uta Tanigawa, drag her onto the stage, and beat her. Boom—Shibakata High’s boss seat reclaimed, no complaints from anyone.”

“If it were that easy, no one would be struggling in the first place.”

“Normally you don’t pull your weight—no, scratch that—you can’t. So step up this time.”

“Did you really need to rephrase that!? Like, was that correction that important?!”

And that’s when Minato finally realized—Chiaki had just shoved the job of provoking Tanigawa squarely onto her shoulders.

“Wait—WHAT?! You’re making me the bait?!”

Her reaction was so over the top it was like watching a comedy sketch live on stage.

I glanced at Hinata beside me.

“…She hasn’t changed a bit.”

“Yeah. Lately, though… I kinda think it’s fun.”