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Chapter 35: A Talent for Attracting Trouble

Minato had been “chosen” for the oh-so-crucial role of provoking Tanigawa.

Now she sat by the window, staring gloomily outside like some tragic heroine resigned to her cruel fate.

Even the sad little slurp from her milk carton added to the pitiful scene.

Watching her from behind, I had to admit—her back radiated pure melancholy.

Meanwhile, right next to her, Chiaki was busy peeling open her pudding cup, totally focused on dessert.

She clearly couldn’t care less about Minato’s misery.

For Minato—who was practically screaming “notice me, pity me!” with her whole aura—that indifference was unbearable.

She lingered in her dramatic sulk for a while, but eventually her “mature, world-weary” act cracked.

Snapping back to her usual loud self, she whirled on Chiaki.

“Oi, Chiaki!!”

“What now?”

“‘What now’?! You dumped the whole provoking-Tanigawa job on me! At least help me come up with a plan!!”

“With the great power of being Shibakata High’s boss comes great responsibility. Do your best.”

“…Wow. That’s rich coming from the one who shoved this giant mess onto me in the first place.”

Chiaki happily spooned pudding into her mouth, looking like she was in heaven.

Her half-baked, lazy responses only made Minato’s face tighten into a serious frown.

It was peak lunch break at Shibakata High.

And of course, “lunch break” here mostly meant “prime time for fistfights.”

Even now, three students were brawling right in front of the blackboard, fists flying, while a crowd cheered them on.

Thanks to the chaos, the ridiculous back-and-forth between two supposed “future boss candidates” wasn’t being overheard by anyone.

Eventually, Minato—looking completely defeated—dragged herself onto the window frame with heavy, dramatic movements.

The window was shut, so the ledge was ridiculously narrow—hardly a seat at all.

But once she plopped down, she was too embarrassed to hop right back off.

So she just pressed her palms to her temples and endured.

Honestly? If there was one thing you could genuinely praise Minato for, it was her bizarre, misplaced perseverance.

“Even if Tanigawa’s the straightforward type, I seriously doubt she’d take the bait that easily.”

“Yeah, true. I think so too.”

“Then quit telling me to drag her into a fight!”

“If the Myougi Faction fights her head-on, we’ll get crushed instantly. The numbers are stacked against us. Sure, there’s the precedent of the Battle of Okehazama, but let’s be real—that miracle’s not happening here.”

Chiaki, surprisingly serious for once, set her now-empty pudding cup down on the desk—who knew she’d already finished it?

From an outsider’s perspective, the sight was ridiculously cute.

But for Minato, sitting across from her, it was anything but.

She swallowed hard, the air around her suddenly thick with tension.

“Bottom line—the Myougi Faction’s fighting force is just me. Which means, against Tanigawa’s one-third-of-the-whole-school army, I’d have to take them all on alone.”

“…Setting aside the fact you didn’t even count me as part of the force, yeah, that’s about right.”

“Even I can’t pull off a one-vs-a-thousand in real life. No matter how strong I am, numbers still win eventually.”

—That’s why we’ve got to lure Uta Tanigawa out alone.

Chiaki pointed her plastic spoon at Minato for emphasis.

“I get that much. But the premise itself is ridiculously hard. Scratch that—it’s straight-up impossible.”

“That’s where your silver tongue comes in, Minato. You’re the one who talked a whole faction into existence with just words. I’m counting on that same talent now.”

“That kind of pressure’s enough to bury me six feet under…”

Minato sighed gloomily and slumped down into the seat of my desk, careful not to snag her skirt.

For a second, the unexpectedly graceful motion caught me off guard—almost… girly.

But then I remembered her usual pathetic antics, and any budding admiration instantly reset to neutral.

“What do you think, Takuma-kun? All these reckless expectations she’s dumping on me. Don’t you think it’s a bit too cruel for such a fragile maiden like me?”

“Well, if you’re aiming to be boss, kinda comes with the territory.”

“Ugh, now I’m regretting it. Maybe I should stop talking without thinking from now on…”

She said it with a perfectly straight face—even though it was the kind of impossible resolution she’d break in a few days. Honestly, maybe even a few minutes.

Still, being the gentleman I am, I just gave Minato a polite nod.

Thanks to Chiaki oh-so-helpfully throwing out, “Takuma-kun knows Uta Tanigawa,” I’d been roped into tagging along with Minato.

Not as the one doing the provoking, of course—just her escort.

There was no way I had the guts to mouth off at a delinquent.

If I ever tried, I’d probably start shaking like a busted alarm clock stuck on permanent vibration mode.

Even as a high schooler—hell, even with the extra years from my past life—I’d really prefer not to humiliate myself like that.

So there I was, trailing behind Minato as she wandered around looking for Tanigawa.

Watching her nervous back, I couldn’t help but feel like a parent supervising their kid’s first solo shopping trip.

Maybe it would’ve been smarter if she had prepped a few lines of provocation beforehand—but nope. She was just stumbling forward without a shred of preparation.

After walking for a while, we picked up voices coming from a classroom.

Judging by the noise leaking out, there were quite a few people inside.

But the windows were covered with cardboard, blocking any view of the room.

Suspicious as hell.

Minato and I exchanged a glance.

She gave me a solemn nod… and then, instead of boldly yanking the door open like I expected, she quietly turned on her heel and started walking away.

“Eh? We’re not going in?”

“C’mon, Takuma-kun. Think about it. This has Uta Tanigawa written all over it. And even if it’s not her, it’s still shady as hell—muffled voices, blocked windows, a crowd inside? That’s trouble with a capital T. Best move here is to pretend we didn’t see a thing.”

Her words carried more gravity than anything I’d ever heard from her before.

If this were any other situation, I might’ve been impressed.

But right now? It just came off painfully pathetic.

…Not that I could really talk—if I were in her shoes, I probably would’ve said the exact same thing.

Of course, reality had other plans.

And really, if you thought about it, this was the obvious outcome.

The classroom door creaked open.

And out stepped a figure I knew all too well.

Minato’s face instantly froze, every muscle locking up.

Then, in a full-body panic, she spun on her heel, ready to bolt.

“Hey.”

“Y-Yes, ma’am!!”