Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 65 & 66: War Begins | The Final Battle ①

Chapter 65: War Begins

I made it back safely from the Myougi faction’s den—though honestly, it was way too ordinary a classroom to call a “den.”

Waiting for me was Yayoi, lounging on the sofa.

She popped a candy into her mouth, looked up at the ceiling, and lifted a hand in greeting.

“You’re alive, huh.”

“Wait—did you actually send me somewhere I could’ve died?”

“Life’s full of surprises.”

“Well, yeah, but still…”

I slumped onto the sofa beside her and let out a long sigh.

“That was nerve-wracking.”

“Good work. How’d it go?”

“Picked a fight like crazy. Thought they were gonna kill me.”

“Glad you came back breathing.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

Even if I trusted Minato and the others, the temptation of the boss’s seat was strong.

They could’ve easily snapped and gone savage on me.

It felt like stepping into a cage full of starving predators.

No wonder my cowardly self was shaking the whole time.

Even now, sweat was breaking out all over.

“So… this is gonna be the final battle?”

“That depends on you, Takuma.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you end up looking too damn pathetic, the Shibakata crowd will rise up. Like, ‘No way we’re letting a guy like that be boss!’”

True enough.

I folded my arms and nodded.

“Feels like counting chickens before they hatch, but even if we win, that’s gonna be another problem, huh.”

“Eh, you’ll be fine. If this were the old Takuma, I’d worry. But the way you are now, people’ll accept it. Besides, if you were still a weakling, I wouldn’t be following you in the first place.”

Yayoi crunched down on her candy and laughed.

It was a grin like a wolf’s—one that looked ready to tear out your throat if you slipped up.

A bead of sweat slid down my cheek as I asked,

“…Alright, let’s leave the ‘after we win’ talk for later. What’s the next move? Maybe we launch a sneak attack before they’re fully ready?”

“No good. Back when you hadn’t openly challenged them, maybe. But now? They’re on guard. And there’s nothing weaker than a ‘surprise attack’ everyone’s already expecting.”

“Yeah, figured.”

We locked eyes.

Then both of us let out a bitter laugh.

“So in the end, it’s a head-on clash.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have challenged them at all…”

“Nah. A sneak attack wouldn’t have worked either way. Back when the three factions balanced each other, maybe. But now, we’re the only clear enemy. With the opponent that obvious, it’s easy for them to prep.”

Yayoi raised a finger.

“So it’s frontal war, huh… Realistically, what are our odds?”

“Wish I could say fifty-fifty. But no… at best, thirty percent.”

“So we’re at a disadvantage, huh?”

“Pretty much. At the most generous estimate, thirty percent.”

“…But hey, thirty percent is still something.”

Thirty percent.

Not great odds—but maybe just enough to stake my fate on.

I clenched my fist and looked at Yayoi.

She narrowed her eyes with a grin.

“Good look you got there. You’re not giving up. You look ready to win.”

“Of course. Who gets this far and throws in the towel? Even if the chance was only one percent, I’d still throw everything on the line for it.”

Yayoi raised her right hand.

I tilted my head, not sure what she meant.

She sighed, like she was explaining something obvious to a clueless kid.

“C’mon, at this point it’s a high five.”

“Oh, like in movies and stuff?”

“Yeah. The whole ‘let’s do this together’ kind of thing.”

“Got it.”

I slapped my palm against hers.

A dry, sharp clap echoed—and her smile widened.

“Alright then. Let’s start the fireworks.”

“Now that we’re here, I’m actually getting chills.”

“You scared?”

“Nope. Just battle jitters.”

“Kukuku…”

Her laugh rumbled low in her throat.

Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, Yayoi grinned.

“Give it about a week till this is all decided.”

“That soon?”

“If anything, that’s long. Usually, it’s settled in a single day.”

One week from now, let’s see who’s left standing, she added, beaming like a mischievous kid.

Her expression burned with so much fighting spirit that, for a moment, I could almost see a fierce guardian statue looming behind her.

“…I wonder which side the goddess will smile on.”

I muttered it while staring up at the ceiling.

Nobody knew which way the scales would tip.

How would the battle turn out?

Anxiety pressed down on me, but stopping now wasn’t an option.

To smother the unease, I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and took a deep drag.

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Day by day, Shibakata High sank deeper into chaos.

Like a rock rolling downhill, the clashes between the two factions only grew faster, spreading destruction wherever they touched.

I sat in the classroom with Yayoi and the others, staring out at the courtyard.

“A week’s gone by.”

“Yeah. The end’s just about here.”

“The situation’s fifty-fifty… really could go either way.”

Calling it the Takamure faction still felt embarrassing, but the forces under us weren’t small.

If anything, they were overwhelming compared to the enemy—the Myougi faction.

Even so, I couldn’t rest easy.

Because most of those numbers were just for show—absorbed from the Tanigawa and Shirane factions.

They didn’t actually follow my orders.

Still, some did.

For their own reasons—whether it was hating the idea of Minato becoming boss, or thinking they could let me take the seat for now and betray me later.

Didn’t matter.

As long as they fought the Myougi faction, the reasons didn’t matter one bit.

Out in the courtyard, small skirmishes kept flaring up.

A week ago, there had been way more.

The dwindling fights were proof the end was near.

With a cigarette between my fingers—by now a habit—I braced myself for the final showdown, my chest tightening.

Chapter 66: The Final Battle ①

Silence had fallen over Shibakata High.

Normally the place was as loud as a zoo, shouts echoing far enough to annoy the neighbors.

But today, that silence made the nearby residents hold their breath—sensing something was about to happen.

Shadows gathered in the courtyard.

Among them stood Takuma Takamure.

His throat bobbed nervously as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Before him, the Myougi faction lined up shoulder to shoulder, eyes sharp and unyielding.

The wind blew. Dust swirled.

Yayoi Akagi stood tall with her arms crossed, radiating overwhelming presence.

Right behind her, like a loyal retainer, Shinobu Asama adjusted her glasses—the cold gleam on the lenses almost cruel.

“—This drawn-out fight ends here.”

Yayoi’s voice carried across the courtyard, though she hadn’t raised it.

On the other side, Minato Myougi froze mid-breath, her face solemn.

Takuma stepped forward, stopping at Yayoi’s side.

The aura around him was unmistakable—

The presence of a true faction leader.

Minato’s lips twisted, her arms spreading wide, as if astonished by how far Takuma had come.

“Takuma-kun, you’ve gotten pretty bold, huh?”

“Thanks. I’ve gone full delinquent now.”

“Feels like a mom worrying about her kid getting corrupted by the big city. So, what do you say—wanna make up and be friends again?”

“No chance. We’ve come too far. Until one of us falls, this won’t end.”

Takuma didn’t hesitate for even a second.

“Why don’t you just surrender? I don’t wanna fight the first friends I made after coming to Shibakata High. If you’d join my faction, we wouldn’t need to waste time on this brawl.”

“…That sounded a lot like you’re saying you’d win if we fight.”

“I will win. I’m certain of it.”

Tension ripped through the courtyard.

Both factions could feel the voltage climbing higher, ready to explode.

Yayoi quietly bent her knees into a stance, and Chiaki Haruna cracked her neck.

But only Takuma and Minato closed the distance—slowly, step by step.

The two of them weren’t even counted as fighting strength—hell, if it came down to it, they’d probably lose to elementary schoolers.

Which was exactly why, despite being the leaders of their factions, they could approach each other without a single guard raised.

“………………”

“………………”

They faced each other with fearless grins.

Standing tall, either one looked fit to be boss.

“…Crap, I think I’m gonna faint.”

Minato’s eyes welled up, her face twitching like she was about to foam at the mouth.

Her voice was so soft that only Takuma, standing close, could hear it.

With a grim expression, Takuma gave a small nod.

He felt the same way.

He’d tried to act cool, like some seasoned delinquent, but the pressure pressing down on him was relentless.

Like a mosquito buzzing in your ear on a summer night—swat all you want, it never goes away.

The factions, of course, had no clue what was going through their leaders’ heads.

All they saw were their bosses stepping closer, and that alone stoked their fighting spirit higher.

The heat in the courtyard kept climbing, ready to blow.

Finally, tears spilled down Minato’s cheeks.

“Hey… Takuma-kun.”

“Yeah?”

“How the hell did it come to this…?”

“…Probably ‘cause we both aimed for the boss seat.”

“…Yeah, guess so.”

Hidden in her words was an acknowledgment—there was no going back now.

Realizing that, Minato slapped her own cheek and lifted her eyes, sharp and fierce.

Takuma’s face hardened too, and the two locked into a silent stare-down.

One second. Two. Three.

Time passed without a sound.

—Gulp.
Someone swallowed audibly. Sweat slid down a neck.

A dove—the so-called symbol of peace—fluttered down into the courtyard.

And as if that was the signal, both factions surged forward at once.

Like the opening clash of the Warring States era, the war had begun.

At the very front, Yayoi charged into the Myougi faction’s ranks, unleashing a fearless battle cry.

“………………”

“………………”

In the middle of the battlefield, Takuma and Minato were stranded, awkwardly staring at each other.

Like lovers trying to communicate with their eyes—or maybe with an even deeper bond—they stayed completely silent.

Eventually, as if by silent agreement, the two began walking.

Their destination was the corner of the courtyard.

They’d already given up on joining the fight, carrying themselves with a kind of resigned acceptance.

The courtyard was a haze of dust, kicked up by dozens of delinquents charging back and forth.

Through the sandy curtain, the brutal clash raged on—blood against blood.

And in one lonely corner stood the two of them, just watching.

Like parents at their kid’s sports day, Takuma and Minato stood side by side, their faces brimming with quiet encouragement for the ones actually fighting.

“…You realize we’re just in the way, right?”

“Don’t say that. Makes me sad.”

“Just to confirm—me and you are supposed to be the leaders of the Myougi faction and the Takamure faction, right?”

“Yeah. And apparently we’re both aiming to be Shibakata High’s boss.”

“And yet here we are, stuck in the corner, watching quietly… Old ceremonial generals must’ve felt exactly like this.”

Minato clenched her fists, crushed by the sense of helplessness.

But her legs wouldn’t carry her forward—

Because she already knew.

If she tried to jump into the frontlines, she’d only drag everyone down.

The tide of battle shifted and twisted, growing more complex by the second—

All without either leader having any say in it.