The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best - Chapter 115

“Oh…”

I have become a bit thicker (about 20% more) than I was at my peak (before losing weight).

“This is quite something…”

The heaviness of my eyelids and the narrowness of my vision are probably due to the special effects makeup that made the area around my eyelids look swollen… Looking in the mirror, I can see why my vision is narrow; my eyes have become thinner. My cheeks are also plump and slightly droopy, making me look a bit older than my actual age.

I wear a wig on my head, with bangs that reach just below my eyebrows and hair at the back that reaches my shoulders. Yet, my hair is so messy that it looks like a bird’s nest, giving off no sense of cleanliness. Even before I lost weight, I don’t think I looked this bad.

I slowly stand up and try to move my body.

——Oh…

It feels as if I’m wearing a costume, very difficult to move and extremely heavy. My psychic ability is only at level 1, but I thought it might get a little better, so I decided to use my psychic ability.

Hmm. My mind and body feel lighter, and it’s a bit better.

But when I think about it, this is a government-owned building, so there’s a possibility that the venue might use unyielding stones. Hmm. In that case, I’ll try not to move as much… It’s more convenient for me too.

The reason is that at my current age if I already have more than one wife, there’s no need for me to attend this matchmaking party. I attended because it would benefit Kaori.

I hate to say it myself, but since I’ve appeared on netTube and TV, people recognize my face to some extent, so they’ll immediately notice if I’m not at this party.

Then there’s the possibility that speculation would lead to more speculation, with people like Kaori and her relatives causing a fuss, claiming they were obstructing my participation in the matchmaking party. Well, it’s just a matter of possibility, but hearing such talk leaves me with no choice but to participate.

So, from my perspective, it wouldn’t bother me at all if I didn’t find a fiancée at this matchmaking party. I was thinking casually like that, but maybe that thought was a bit naive…

“That’s a lie, right…”

Seeing the reality of men in this world once again, I find myself at a loss.

*****

Having entered the venue early, I was already seated at the round table. After finishing my makeup and having a light lunch, I entered the venue early and happily secured the first spot. Not that I would get any commemorative gift for it, though.

The venue was quite spacious and wide all the way to the back. I checked in at the men’s entrance, drew a lot, and sat at a round table near the center.

As soon as I took my seat, the guide (a staff member dispatched by the city) placed a nameplate with my name (Okada Kento) and age (16 years old) in the center of the round table.

It seems that the idea is for the woman to know the name of the man sitting at the same round table, but the guard, Mil-san, stood behind me.

I thought it would be tough for her to stand all the time, so I was going to ask for an extra chair (for Mil-san), but Mil-san declined.

As expected, since telekinesis cannot be used inside the venue, it seems more convenient to stand so that I can move quickly if anything happens.

Once I enter the venue, gentle classical music plays continuously, creating a pleasant and calming atmosphere.

Looking at the stage in the front and the large screen being lowered, it seems like some kind of video might be playing.

“The number of round tables is amazing. I’ve never seen this many before.”

“Yes. I heard there are about 100 tables in this venue as well.”

Mil-san said it varies depending on the venue, but it seems she has never participated in a matchmaking party herself.

“I am Taketo-sama’s guardian. Please rest assured that I have no intention of quitting or leaving.”

If I participate in the matchmaking party and end up with a fiancé, there’s a high possibility she’ll leave my side. That’s probably what she was thinking. I’m almost moved to tears by Mil-san’s kind consideration.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m relieved and happy that Mil-san is the guardian. But please, don’t push yourself too hard.”

“Yes.”

I truly feel relieved and happy. However, if Mil-san can’t get married because of me… I feel sorry about that. Even though I think that, I still don’t want her to leave… Haa, how selfish am I? I’m starting to dislike my own personality.

At one round table, there is one seat for men and ten seats for women. Just like the men’s seats, the women’s seats also have numbers in front of them, so the women probably draw lots to decide their seats.

While I was thinking about such things, women kept entering the venue from the women’s entrance.

Of course, as the first one to arrive, I can’t help but feel the women’s gazes piercing through me without reservation. Since I’ve made myself look bad, I’m feeling a bit, no, quite uneasy. At that moment…

“Hey! How long are you planning to make me walk? It’s such a drag. Isn’t this good enough? Alright, this is my spot. It’s decided.”

A man walked in. A young man around my age. Ignoring the guide, he sat down at a round table a little away from the men’s entrance.

The woman who was guiding them and his guardian were flustered, but whether it was due to someone’s instructions or they had given up, the guide placed a nameplate on the round table, bowed, and left, while the guardian stood behind the young man.

“Huh…?”

I was surprised by the sight of such a young man.

Even though he was supposed to have received a suit beforehand, that young man showed up in a sweatsuit. His body shape was just as chubby as mine after the transformation. His hair was long and messy, and his beard was unkempt, lacking any sense of cleanliness.

Moreover, he even took out a handheld gaming console from the backpack the guardian was carrying and started playing a game.

I’m currently in disguise with special effects makeup, but wearing suit-like clothes and shaving my beard made me look quite decent.

The next young man who came in had the same vibe. He seemed a bit short and quite chubby, but again, he wasn’t wearing a suit and was in a sweatsuit. He had thick glasses and messy hair. As for his beard… he had shaved it.

Just quietly walking behind the guide, he might have a better personality than that young man from earlier… When we sat down, a few women were at the same round table, but there was no real conversation. That young man also took out a handheld gaming device from the guard and started playing a game.

“That’s a lie, right…”

The third one is the same… Seeing him like that, why does it make me look much better in comparison, even in my current state?

It’s strange. I’ve met other men at events like entrance ceremonies and graduation ceremonies too. But I don’t think it was this bad.

Wait a minute. The old me had almost no interest in other people at all.

Even if the men my age were overweight, I didn’t think much of it because I was overweight too, and we didn’t have any real conversations.

I never even thought about wanting a male friend. Even at that time, there was only one thing on my mind. I want to go home quickly…

Even if some men were hurling insults at women, I didn’t pay them any mind. That’s right. I saw it, but I just looked on blankly as if it were part of the background. That’s why I felt somewhat fat. There were a lot of noisy ones, and of course, they were self-centered (not reflecting on their own actions). That was the extent of my awareness…

Even when I was in the netTube phase (before I lost weight), I at least combed my hair and shaved, so maybe that was actually quite decent… I’m a bit worried about the upcoming matchmaking party.