Reincarnated Into a Delinquent Manga… Where the Genders Are Reversed and Everyone’s a Girl - Chapter 67, 68, 69 & 70: The Final Battle [END]

Chapter 67: The Final Battle ②

Yayoi Akagi’s heart was bursting with joy.

Her feet carried her across the battlefield without the slightest hesitation, sharper than ever now that she finally had the chance to fight again after so long.

Her hair streamed behind her as she sprinted.

She swung her fist at a delinquent in passing, dropping her flat to the ground.

Without even breaking a sweat, Yayoi’s eyes were already searching for her next prey.

That was when Shinobu Asama called out to her.

Normally, Shinobu wasn’t the type to fight on the frontlines—she was far better at gathering intel and giving orders from behind.

But in this final battle, there were no spare pieces left to play.

And so, she stood on the battlefield alongside Yayoi.

“Yayoi, don’t move around too recklessly.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Shinobu. Do you even know how long I’ve gone without a proper fight? This is like cracking open a cold beer after a ban on drinking—how the hell am I supposed to hold back?”

“I’m telling you not to waste all your stamina. I get that you’re enjoying yourself, but in the end, you’ll still have to face Myougi’s executive—Chiaki Haruna.”

Yayoi froze at those words.

She pressed a hand to her forehead as if recalling something, her lips twisting upward.

Her expression was downright demonic—enough to make any weak-hearted onlooker faint on the spot.

“Chiaki Haruna… right, that’s it. I almost forgot. I still have to fight Chiaki—this is my revenge match.”

“The first time ended in defeat… but there won’t be a second, will there?”

“Damn right! Making Yayoi Akagi eat dirt once was bad enough… This time, I’ll crush her completely—perfect and absolute victory!”

She looked like nothing more than a cute girl—until you heard her voice.

The sound that spilled out was so rough and heavy it could’ve come straight out of a yakuza flick.

Yayoi bared her fangs, her canine teeth catching the light, and fixed her blazing eyes squarely on Chiaki.

“—!”

Sensing that killing intent, Chiaki Haruna froze for just a heartbeat in the middle of trading blows with Takamure faction punks.

Then she snapped her sharp gaze right back at Yayoi.

The delinquent she’d been fighting a second ago was already sprawled on the ground.

One exchange—that was all it had taken.

Her overwhelming strength said everything.

“………………”

“………………”

The two of them stayed silent.

But their eyes said everything loud and clear:

“This time, I’ll be the one to win.”

“I’ll make you taste dirt again.”

Watching nearby, Shinobu trembled.

The sheer density of killing intent and fighting spirit between them scraped at her nerves.

Like someone bracing against the cold, she hugged her own body—yet her face remained bright, as if she had no doubt Yayoi would be the one to win.

Time flowed, and the battle tilted one way.

Then, just as quickly, it balanced again.

And then it tilted the other way.

The two factions were dead even.

Like a seesaw—when the Myougi faction pressed ahead, the Takamure faction pushed back.

When the Takamure faction gained ground, the Myougi faction shoved it right back.

Nobody could tell which side would come out on top.

But strength wasn’t infinite.

The more delinquents hit the ground and stayed down, the closer the end drew.

No matter how evenly matched they seemed, once no one was left standing, it would be over.

Now, with fewer than ten fighters left between both sides, the survivors thrashed wildly, desperate to drag their faction to victory.

“Haa… haa…”

Shinobu Asama was gasping for breath.

Not being used to brawls, her stamina had already hit its limit.

Her glasses had slipped down her face, but she didn’t even have the energy to fix them.

One hand pressed against her knee, one eye squeezed shut—blood from a cut on her forehead had already dripped into her vision.

“Isn’t this your limit already, Asama-san? You can just leave the rest to us and take a break somewhere.”

“…Akira, I can’t do that.”

“C’mon, do you really trust us that little?”

“That’s not… the case.”

“Wow, you really sound like it is, though.”

Akira Narukami shrugged in an exaggerated, theatrical way.

“Really, it sucks not being trusted—it actually hurts, y’know.”

Shinobu, not quite understanding what she meant, wore a troubled look.

Meanwhile, Akira scratched her cheek and turned away—almost like a shy boy trying to confess to his childhood friend.

“…Like I said before, I just want you to trust us. Sure, to someone like you—who climbed all the way up alongside Akagi-san—we probably look like nothing but small fry.”

—But come on… forever being protected by your seniors? That’s just lame, right?

Blushing as she said it, Akira kept her eyes fixed on the sky.

Finally realizing what Akira was trying to say, Shinobu’s lips curved into a faint smile.

And then, like an old man on his deathbed taking his last breath, she collapsed. Her strength had truly run dry—her legs could no longer support her.

Akira rushed in to catch her, and from Shinobu’s lips slipped an unexpectedly honest murmur of gratitude: “…Thank you.”

“What’s with that face? You look like you wanna say I’m being ‘surprisingly nice.’”

“…Not at all?”

“Yeah, that pause totally says otherwise.”

The exchange echoed the banter from just moments ago.

Since Shinobu still had the strength to joke, Akira gently laid her down at the edge of the schoolyard.

At Shibakata High, nobody would stoop so low as to attack someone who couldn’t even stand.

Sure, there were punks who didn’t care about honor—but at the core, delinquents lived by their own code of chivalry.

“Alright then—”

Akira turned her gaze forward.

Her eyes locked onto her fated opponent.

The other girl noticed that look and slowly raised her head.

“Akira-san…”

“Hinata-chan, been a while, huh?”

And so, the long-awaited revenge match between Hinata Takaiwa and Akira Narukami was about to begin.

Chapter 68: The Final Battle ③

Immortal.

That was how Hinata Takaiwa had once described Akira Narukami.

“—!”

“What’s wrong, huh? You’ve been dodging non-stop!”

“Y-You monster—!”

Hinata spat the words out without thinking.

The girl glaring back at her was Akira.

Blood poured from her nose in unnatural amounts, a deep gash split her forehead, and one eye was practically useless.

Wounds that should’ve left any normal person collapsed on the ground.

And yet—Akira was still standing.

Rooted to the earth, firm and unshaken, as if she could never fall.

It was no wonder Hinata had called her a monster.

Akira stepped in fast.

Hinata flinched back on instinct—her body moving before her mind could catch up.

But that was exactly what Akira had been aiming for.

“—!?”

From beneath her long bangs, Akira’s eyes flashed—and in the same instant, her fist roared through the air.

She had already slipped inside Hinata’s guard. There was no time to dodge.

Hinata clenched her teeth and threw her right hand up in desperation.

She managed to block the punch, but she couldn’t kill its force.

The impact ripped straight through her palm and drove the air out of her lungs.

Akira wasn’t about to waste such an opening.

With the bare minimum of motion, she lashed out with a kick.

Even so, the blow carried her full weight.

Her heel slammed into Hinata’s stomach.

Not as a metaphor—Hinata literally flew three meters back.

She tumbled across the ground before finally stopping on one knee, one eye squeezed shut—maybe from sand or grit that had gotten in.

From the outside, it looked like a clash between a hero and a demon lord.

Hinata glared upward from below, while Akira loomed above her.

And with Akira’s battered, bloodied form, she looked more undead monster than human.

“…You’re different from before, huh?”

“Peh—yeah, I guess so.”

Hinata spat blood-tinged saliva, bracing herself on one knee as she lifted her body.

Her eyes burned with killing intent as she locked onto Akira.

Both of them couldn’t help but remember their last fight—

That duel between the Myougi faction and the Akagi faction…

The one where Akira had been defeated.

“I was seriously embarrassed back then. Pathetic, even. Asama-san won her fight. Akagi-san… she fought until she couldn’t stand anymore. But me? If someone had told me to go up against Chiaki, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to win.”

Akira lowered her gaze from the sky and fixed it squarely on Hinata.

“So that loss—it was my fault. Because I lost to you, the Akagi faction lost. And Akagi-san had to step down as boss.”

“…Aren’t you underestimating me way too much?”

“Obviously. Don’t get cocky, first-year.”

“Khah—damn, that pisses me off.”

Hinata wiped the blood pooled under her nose with a finger, then grinned ferociously.

Her lips pulled back like a wild beast, canine teeth glinting dully.

A normal person would’ve shrunk back in fear.

But the one facing her—Akira—remained perfectly calm.

Her body swayed slowly, like a nuclear warhead on the verge of detonating.

“…………”

“…………”

Their banter was casual, but neither let their guard down.

Both of them knew.

They were at their limits.

One more solid punch, one more clean kick—that would be enough to drop either of them.

That dangerous awareness, mixed with the thrill of opportunity, created a strange deadlock.

The wind howled.

Akira’s hair whipped wildly, blotting out her vision.

“—!!”

All or nothing.

Hinata stomped the ground hard—this was her one big chance.

Even if she couldn’t see, she could still hear.

Akira’s body moved on instinct, shifting into a guard stance.

Hinata dropped her upper body so low she was practically scraping the dirt.

If she lost her balance for even a second, she’d go sprawling.

She lunged upward from below—her posture so unnatural it barely seemed human.

Akira’s eyes widened in shock.

“There!!”

Her fist soared upward in a massive uppercut, like it could pierce the clouds.

It tore through layer after layer of air, rocketing toward its target.

The wind roared—and Akira’s jaw exploded with impact.

Hinata pressed the attack, her strikes flowing with relentless ferocity.

She knew one slip of carelessness would mean defeat, and her expression left no opening.

Which was exactly why what happened next couldn’t be helped.

It was beyond human control.

Like a natural disaster.

Or maybe—

“Guess you could call it… genius!?”

Using the momentum of the blow to her jaw, Akira slammed her foot against the ground and launched herself upward.

Her body spun in a full circle midair—her legs carving a sharp arc like a saber.

Her toes smashed into Hinata’s jaw in a perfect counter.

A clean somersault kick.

Even Hinata couldn’t endure a strike she never saw coming.

The strength drained from her thighs in an instant, and her body crumpled.

Her eyes rolled back as she collapsed face-first into the dirt.

“…Did I… do it?”

Akira held her stance, not showing even a shred of arrogance.

But Hinata didn’t move.

Not a twitch, not a sound.

A few seconds later, the realization sank in—she had won.

A long breath of relief slipped from her lips.

“…Haaah… I won.”

The tension drained out of her all at once, and her legs gave way beneath her.

She let out a weak sigh and tilted her face up toward the sky.

It was annoyingly clear and blue—perfect picnic weather, if not for the stench of blood in the air and the delinquents scattered everywhere.

Without even a leisure sheet to lie on, Akira dropped straight onto the dirt.

Her brows furrowed from the heat blazing out of her wounds, and then—just like that—her consciousness sank into darkness.

Even someone called “immortal” couldn’t take on a fight with Hinata and come out unscathed.

Her chest rose and fell softly, almost like she was peacefully asleep…

…if you ignored the brutal injuries covering her body.

And so, step by step, the battle between the Myougi faction and the Takamure faction drew closer to its end.

Chapter 69: The Final Battle ④

By now, only a handful of delinquents were still standing in the schoolyard—

And counting the ones collapsed on the ground, there were far more than ten.

The end of the fight was right around the corner.

And everyone knew who held the key to how it would finish.

“…Yayoi, Akagi.”

“Yo. Been a while, huh, Chiaki Haruna. How’ve you been?”

Yayoi grinned with a candy rolling in her mouth.

Chiaki, the one she addressed, had sweat trickling down her cheek.

Her expression was stiff, like a soldier marching to war—no softness anywhere.

“I was fine… until you decided to start talking to me.”

“C’mon, don’t make it sound like I’m the bad guy here. Look at me—sweet, cute little Yayoi-chan! If some innocent boy took me at face value, what then?”

“Please. That’d be a perfectly accurate read. You only look small and harmless, but inside you’re nothing but a bloodthirsty berserker.”

Their words flowed smooth, but neither was truly listening.

Their eyes were locked on each other’s every twitch and shift, waiting for the moment to strike.

The tension was thick enough to snap.

Yayoi bit down on her candy and spat out the stick.

She stretched her arms with a long sigh, eyes narrowing like a cat.

“Berserker, huh… funny hearing that from you. You really don’t realize it? Your cheeks are pulled so high right now it’s scary.”

“…Oh dear, pardon me. How shameful for a maiden.”

“Maiden, my ass. You’re a battle junkie, through and through.”

Chiaki twisted her face into something monstrous, like a demon straight out of hell, as fighting spirit poured off her in waves.

Her hair swayed and shimmered, as if steaming from the heat of her aura.

By some twist of fate, Chiaki Haruna and Yayoi Akagi shared the same nature.

The stronger the opponent, the greater the thrill—that addict’s rush of the battle junkie.

And for Yayoi, there was even more fuel: the bitter fact that she’d once lost to Chiaki.

This time, she clenched her fist with a vow to crush her completely, leaving no room for doubt.

The silence between them was suffocating.

The killing intent was so thick any normal bystander would’ve pissed themselves just stepping into it.

Chiaki’s shoe scraped the ground.

“—!”

Like she’d been launched, she shot straight at Yayoi, taking the shortest path to drive her fist home with all her weight behind it.

But her target was none other than former Shibakata High boss, Yayoi Akagi.

Yayoi snorted, brushed the punch aside like she was swatting a fly, and grinned.

“Hah—!?”

“That’s what you call an attack?”

—Gone soft, haven’t you?

Yayoi drove in a counter.

The kick landed square on Chiaki, knocking her stumbling back.

“Yo, catch—”

Yayoi hopped, spinning once in the air.

Chiaki knew full well the follow-up was coming.

But still rattled from the impact, she couldn’t steady her footing—

All she could do was stare as Yayoi’s foot came crashing down.

“Guh—!”

Chiaki let out a sound like a frog getting squashed as she went flying.

Yayoi’s toes had smashed right into her cheek.

Sure, Yayoi’s body was light, but with her full weight behind the strike, the damage rattled Chiaki’s brain like a bell.

But Chiaki was no pushover.

She rolled across the ground and popped right back up without leaving herself open.

“Finally warmed up yet?”

“…Yeah. Dead on.”

Peh. Chiaki spat to the side.

Her eyes were sharper now—gone was the complacency of someone who’d won last time.

Yayoi cracked her neck with a light pop, as if to say now this is getting fun.

The sound was almost playful, completely out of place in the deadly atmosphere.

Chiaki lowered her hips and extended her right hand.

A stance that looked like boxing—southpaw.

But it was clearly self-taught, rough around the edges.

“…………”

“Looks like a counter stance. No matter where I swing, feels like I’m gonna get hit right back.”

“Not true. Just come at me.”

“Girl, you’re terrible at lying.”

It was a stance sharpened through street fights, no rules attached.

Yayoi’s grin twisted—there weren’t any openings at all.

The staring match flared up again.

By now, every other delinquent was down for the count.

Only Takuma and Minato were left, quietly watching how this battle would end.

“But hey, it’s an elder’s job to play along with the younger one’s plan.”

Yayoi started walking forward at an easy, almost lazy pace.

She looked like she might yawn out a good grief any second.

Her shoulders shrugged, her steps casual—her whole posture looked wide open.

Anyone watching would think, just punch her now and she’s done.

But Chiaki didn’t move.

No—she couldn’t.

Cold sweat slid down her cheek as she tracked Yayoi’s every motion.

“Don’t tense up so much, alright?”

“Kh…!”

Before she even realized it, Yayoi was already in front of her, poking her cheek with a finger.

Chiaki lashed out instantly with a roundhouse kick to Yayoi’s torso.

“What happened to that arm you had out front? Just for show?”

But Yayoi blocked it with ease—and slammed her elbow into Chiaki’s nose.

A burst of white light flashed through Chiaki’s vision as blood spurted out.

Yayoi didn’t stop.

Her fist smashed into Chiaki’s gut, then her arm wrapped around Chiaki’s neck, locking her tight.

With their height difference, once Yayoi got inside her guard, Chiaki had no room to escape.

Desperate, she thrashed and drove a vicious knee strike upward.

“Oooh, scary, scary.”

Yayoi raised both hands in mock surrender and hopped back.

It had only been a short exchange, but the difference in strength was already clear.

Chiaki clicked her tongue, struggling to see out of her left eye.

“This is gonna be a rough fight.”

“Let’s have fun with it, yeah?”

“Damn it, acting all cocky…”

Snorting blood through her nose, Chiaki bared her sharp canines in a feral grin.

Chapter 70: The Final Battle ⑤

“Whoa…”

Takuma held his breath, completely glued to the scene.

He even forgot to breathe as he watched the fight unfold.

At the edge of the schoolyard, Takuma Takamure and Minato Myougi stood side by side—spectators to the clash that would decide the fate of both factions.

The strongest against the strongest.

At first, Yayoi had the upper hand.

But then Chiaki dug deep, unleashing her raw power.

Now, even Yayoi was bloodied, shoulders heaving as she fought to catch her breath.

“What’s wrong, Yayoi Akagi… running out of gas? Didn’t do enough laps, huh?”

“Shut it. This ain’t a damn sports club—no way I’m wasting time on laps. And look at you, about to keel over yourself. Quit pretending you’re fine.”

“Funny, that’s my line.”

Both of them looked close to their limit.

Yayoi’s arm dangled uselessly at her side, leaving her wide open.

But Chiaki was too worn down to take advantage, dragging her heavy legs step after step.

The distance between them closed at the pace of a slug’s crawl.

And yet, the closer they got, the sharper their fighting spirit flared.

Their bodies were battered, but their spirits hadn’t cracked—in fact, they only burned hotter.

Finally, when they were close enough to touch, Yayoi clenched her good fist.

Her punch lashed out, sharp and fierce—completely at odds with how beaten she looked.

“Gu… gahh—!”

Chiaki didn’t dodge.

Or maybe—she simply couldn’t.

Yayoi’s fist crashed straight into her face, splitting open another wound.

Dirt and sweat seeped into the gash, making her grimace as she forced herself through the pain.

Her body refused to stop.

If she took one hit, she’d return two.

With a sharp one-two rhythm, she drove her fists into Yayoi’s stomach.

A faint gasp escaped as the air was knocked from Yayoi’s lungs, her eyelids fluttering shut for a moment.

“—!”

“…Kahh—”

“Gh…!”

“Uoooh—!”

There were no battle cries.

No refined techniques.

It was a savage brawl, like two wild beasts tearing into each other.

Defense meant nothing—the only thought left was how to drop the other faster.

The sound of fists pounding flesh echoed.

Blood splattered across the dirt.

Neither fell.

Then hit harder.

Don’t fall.

Bring them down.

Win. Win. Win. Absolutely win.

It was pure pride colliding.

A fight neither of them could afford to lose.

Their eyes blazed as they kept trading blows, steady and relentless.

But little by little, their punches slowed.

At last, Chiaki’s arm froze in front of Yayoi’s chest—

And she couldn’t move anymore.

“…Huh? Hey, what’s wrong?”

“D-Damn it—”

Yayoi tilted her head in confusion.

Before she could get an answer, Chiaki collapsed face-first into the dirt.

On reflex, Yayoi caught her body before it hit the ground.

“Hey, answer me! Did you pass out—?”

Yayoi slapped Chiaki’s cheek, but there was no force behind it.

It wasn’t anger—it was genuine worry, a weak attempt to jolt her back.

But Chiaki didn’t respond.

Her eyes rolled back, her body limp.

The only sign of life was the steady beat of her heart.

“…………”

Yayoi fell silent, her brain struggling to process what had just happened.

But with her body drained of blood, oxygen, stamina, and willpower, her thoughts crawled like sludge.

After a long, sluggish few minutes of fumbling through it, she finally reached a conclusion.

“…So that means I win, huh.”

The words left her mouth just as her own body gave out.

Thud.

Yayoi collapsed right on top of Chiaki.

Takuma panicked, bolting over to them.

“Yayoi!”

“…Ahh, don’t shout so loud. It echoes in my head.”

Her pale face twisted into a tired grin as she looked up at Takuma.

Like a tin toy on the verge of breaking, joints stiff from years without oil, she gave a crooked shrug.

“Takuma, I learned something today. Turns out voices can stab right into your injuries. You know how a hangover makes your headache worse with every sound? Same deal. When your whole body’s cut up and bruised, even air vibrations feel like they’re rattling the wounds directly.”

God, it hurts.

With that, Yayoi sprawled out flat on the ground.

Even with sand pressing into the wounds on her back, she didn’t seem to care anymore.

“…What’s with that face? Why do you look so worried?”

“Well… because you, Yayoi—”

“Oh, you’re worried about me? Don’t bother. I’m a woman, I’ll be fine.”

She swept her hair back and let out a bold laugh—

The very picture of a gallant rogue.

“More importantly—shouldn’t you be happy about something, Takuma?”

“Happy…?”

“I won. You get what that means, right?”

Yayoi smiled gently, like a teacher patiently explaining to a child.

Takuma, still rattled from watching his comrade collapse in front of him, blinked and refocused.

Why had this fight even started?

What had been the goal from the beginning?

“—Ah.”

It hit him all at once.

Takuma Takamure’s dream.

That ridiculous, impossible fantasy.

A miracle that should never have happened in this world was lying right before his eyes.

“So, boss—how’s it feel right now?”

“…Amazing. Better than anything I’ve ever felt.”

“Then it was worth putting my body on the line.”

Yayoi whispered with relief, her neck going slack.

Her body suddenly sagged heavier, and Takuma hurried to scoop her up, holding her like a princess so she wouldn’t get hurt any further.

She was so small and light in his arms.

Hard to believe this same girl had just been trading blows in that brutal fight.

Takuma realized all over again just how incredible Yayoi Akagi was.

That was when Minato spoke up.

Scratching her cheek, looking awkward—

Though of course she would.

She was the leader of the losing side.

“Ahh—congrats, I guess?”

“Doesn’t sound too genuine when you say it like that.”

“Damn it, why’d I even have to fight you, Takuma-kun? We were comrades, weren’t we? When did you decide to betray me, huh?”

“Betray’s not the word. I just… wanted to do it this way.”

“Hah, turns out you were more ambitious than I thought.”

Minato let out a long sigh and tilted her head back to the sky.

She took a few deep breaths, shook her head, then spoke.

“…Yeah. Alright. I accept it. I lost.”

With a big, beaming smile, she held out her hand to Takuma.

When he took it, she pulled him up—Yayoi still in his arms.

“C’mon now, time to switch gears! If the boss of Shibakata High keeps sulking, some other school’s gonna come storming in to wreck the place!”

“Gah—hey!”

“No mercy just ’cause you’re a guy! You’re the boss now, Takuma-kun. That means, in name and in strength, you’re the toughest delinquent in Shibakata High.”

“…That’s heavy, y’know.”

Takuma rubbed his back where Minato had smacked him, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

When Minato asked, “Scared?” he shook his head.

“Nah. Feels more like my feet are finally on the ground.”

“…What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Who knows? Maybe I’d just been dreaming this whole time. Like I got dropped into some manga world or something.”

“Kuha! Didn’t think you had jokes in you, Takuma-kun.”

“What do you even take me for?”

“My bad, my bad—it was a joke.”

The two of them laughed.

In a schoolyard littered with unconscious delinquents, only the two who couldn’t fight were left smiling.

Who could’ve ever predicted that the boss of a school full of delinquents would end up being the one person who couldn’t fight—

And a guy at that?

“…………”

Takuma let out a quiet breath.

Then he nodded.

“Yeah. I really am part of this world now.”

And just like that, the bizarre reincarnation experience gave way to an ordinary life.

Sure, the gender roles being flipped still felt weird… but he figured he’d get used to it eventually.

Takuma pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and blew out the smoke.

“Fuuu—”

…But of course, nothing in life ever wrapped up that neatly.

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“A guy as boss? Guess Shibakata High really hit rock bottom, huh!!”

“Starting today, we Saemaki High are taking over!!”

“Get your ass out here, Takuma Takamure!!!”

“…………”

“Looks like you’re being called out, Takuma-kun.”

“No way. Did you see that? They’ve got spikes coming out of their shoulder pads.”

“Pretty stylish, don’t you think?”

“Stylish? That’s insane. Are we sure this is the same world?”

Chiaki pointed out the window with a smirk.

I shook my head furiously.

They were holding nail bats—if I went out there, I’d definitely get killed.

I didn’t even know delinquents like that still existed.

It was like they’d stepped straight out of some post-apocalyptic manga.

Honestly? Lame as hell.

Not a shred of taste anywhere.

“…Haaah.”

I slowly got up from my seat and walked out of the classroom.

“Oh? Heading out, Takuma-kun? Do your best~”

“You’re annoying, Minato. You’re coming with me.”

“Eeeehhh!? Why!? I didn’t do anything!!”

“That’s exactly the problem. Do something for once. You are an executive, remember?”

“Name-only! You know I’m weak as a slug, Takuma-kun!!”

“Then I’ll just use you as a meat shield.”

“You heartless bastard~~~~!!!”

I dragged Minato along as I walked, a smile tugging naturally at my lips.

—Maybe I really was some kind of foreign object in this world.

Maybe twisting fate itself had pissed off God, or whatever higher power was watching.

But so what?

I was still me.

Takuma Takamure—just one human living in this world.

I wouldn’t hesitate anymore.

I’d do the things I wanted to do.

…Starting with beating the crap out of Saemaki High’s crew.

THE END