The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best

What the heck is that guy’s song…

The skill is genuine…

Such thoughts cross my mind, but I quickly shake my head to dispel them.

No, that’s not it. It can’t be. There’s definitely some trick to make it sound good. Telekinesis or acoustics… I see, he must have used telekinesis and bribed the sound staff.

A suddenly emerged former fat guy can’t possibly sing a decent song.

I should protest immediately and make them stop singing. The moment I thought of standing up,

“Uh, um, mmm mmm.”

Suddenly, I was pinned down by both shoulders, and my mouth was covered from behind.

I can’t make a sound. I can’t stand up. I’m a man, what is the guard doing?

“If you stay quiet, we won’t resort to rough measures.”

A voice like that, low and dignified, right next to my ear. Don’t mess with me!

“Fugo, fugogo… muga.”

I intended to shout, but my mouth was already taped shut, and I couldn’t make a sound. When did they put it on? They’re behind me, so there’s nothing I can do. What a coward.

But I won’t let them boss me around like this. Don’t underestimate me.

“Fa, fa.”

I violently shake my body to resist. However, the next moment, the person gripping my shoulders tightens their hands, and my bones creak.

Be quiet, or else I’ll crush you just like this…

“Ugh, ahh.”

The grip on my shoulders tightened, increasing the pain. While inwardly cursing the useless protectors, I immediately nodded my head.

Even without relying on the useless guardian, there are so many people in the venue that I thought someone would surely notice. Just wait and see.

But my prediction was off. It’s that person. Everyone is listening to his song.

Even idols like Hoshino Hikari and Tsukikage Yozora, who wouldn’t even respond when I called out to them, are leaning forward, listening to his song, and sending him heated gazes.

I don’t like it. Well, whatever. I’ll expose his true colors soon enough.

After that, a foolish woman even appeared, crying for some reason, and honestly, I was dumbfounded.

Huh?

That’s his song. Moreover, it spreads throughout the entire hall. This is clearly abnormal. What a fool, he’s gone too far. He’s digging his own grave. Hehe, as expected, he’s using some kind of psychic power.

As a condition for participating in this program, I am also live-streaming it on my channel. I have solid evidence of that.

If that’s the case, there’s no need to rush and stop him. I’ll just quietly wait for him to finish singing.

*****

“…sama…”

Suddenly, someone shakes my body.

“Sawakaze-sama.”

Tsk!

“Sawakaze-sama, it’s your turn next.”

I was called out by the staff of the awareness program.

“Huh!?”

“Sawakaze-sama. Please be quiet as Ueshima Yukimi-sama is singing.”

To understand the situation, I asked the staff who woke me up for an explanation. They said, alto lazily, that I had been sleeping the whole time since they noticed.

That attitude towards me, I remember your face.

However, I can’t believe it.

The tape that was on my mouth… is gone. My body has no injuries or pain and can move normally.

Moreover, it’s my turn next, the grand finale. Well, whatever. Even though the number of kids (minors) has decreased a bit since they left, it’s just a matter of the order being shuffled.

I’ll sing first. Then, I can accuse him of misusing his psychic powers.

Hmm?

For a moment, I felt irritated by the intense gazes directed at him, but thinking that it would soon come to an end, I couldn’t help but laugh instead. Heh heh, poor thing, I’ll send you straight to hell in no time.

I use Charm Up as usual. The feeling of my psychic power smoothly flowing out. Now I’m ready.

Hehehe…

His is a telekinesis that interferes with others, but mine is about enhancing my own charm. It’s not unfair.

Huh?

Strange. Normally, just stepping onto the stage would get me a chorus of cheers, but… instead, no one is even looking at me.

Even though I’m the one who went out of my way to get on stage.

“…Ueshima Yukimi-san. Thank you for the wonderful song. Then, we’re down to the last group in the 77th King of Songs Night. Time flies, doesn’t it, Otoka-san?”

“That’s right. Everyone is wonderful, singing and dancing. I was so captivated that the time just flew by.”

“Yes, it was truly a wonderful song and dance. But we mustn’t forget, tonight’s grand finale will be graced by Sawakaze Kazuya-san, who is now being called a national male idol.”

“Oh. I can’t miss this.”

“Yes. It seems that the song Sawakaze-san will sing is ‘Let’s Eat.’ According to information from Sawakaze-san, it seems to be a new song that hasn’t even been uploaded as a video yet. I’m looking forward to it!”

“Yes. I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of song it is.”

Hmph. You’re just wasting time. Let me sing already, I said, directing my gaze towards the nearby staff.

“Then, please sing for us. Sawakaze Kazuya-san with ‘Let’s Eat’ ‘Go ahead’.”

♪〜

As the accompaniment plays, I dance and sing casually as usual. Oops, I was a bit late at the start, but it’s fine.

“…Everything about you~♪”

Oops, I messed up the lyrics, but whatever.

“Morning, noon, and night~you’re the one for seconds~♪”

Oh, I missed a note, but whatever. It’s a new song anyway, one that no one has ever heard. No one would know.

“…Let’s Eat!”

Phew. It’s settled. Perfect.

The venue hall remained silent. Hehe. So moved that they couldn’t even speak.

Clap, clap…

After a while, there was sparse applause. Hah, what rude women. No matter how moved they were, to neglect applause is unacceptable. This is why foolish women are foolish.

“T-thank you very much. Th-thank you for the truly wonderful song.”

“Thank you very much.”

As soon as I go to the MC’s side, I grab the microphone.

“Hey, Sawakaze-san, this is a bit troubling.”

“MC, I’m sorry. I can’t overlook any unfairness… As you all might have noticed, I’m talking about you, Gouda Taketo from the Armed Girls. Women all over the venue are crying because of your song. There’s no way something so ridiculous could happen. He’s using some kind of telekinesis, or else… Wait, I’m not done yet…”

My consciousness, taken away from the microphone, faded here.

*****

“You did something stupid, didn’t you?”

“You are… Toujou Reika!”

Before I knew it, I was… tied to a chair? At home.

“Hehehe. This is your home. I won’t do anything. The reason I’m tying you up is because I don’t want you to get any closer.”

Toujou Reika and a few of her entourage look at me as if I were something dirty.

“You!”

“Here you go. As you wished, this is the official document stating that our engagement has been annulled. I’ve just come to deliver this. I’ll take my leave now.”

“Hmph. You sneaky vixen hiding behind the scenes. Don’t ever show your face in front of me again.”

It only looked good on the outside, but I couldn’t stand the way she looked down on me. I’m relieved now.

“…That’s right. I’ll tell you one last thing. Your reputation in the world is quite something. You should check it for yourself. Hehe, this time I’ll take my leave, off I go, Kayo.”

“Yes.”

After the officer beside me untied the rope, I checked my smartphone and saw that the date had changed to the afternoon of the 31st.

“What? I’m getting quite a reputation out there? I was already amazing to begin with. Ugh, I’m hungry. Hey, you over there, make something.”

I still don’t know that the live stream he attempted to expose Taketo’s wrongdoing (actually, I intended to reveal Taketo’s disgrace on the live stream) ended up exposing my own disgrace instead.

The number of subscribers unsubscribing from my channel has surged, already dropping below 3 million and continuing to decrease.

I still don’t know that the “King of Songs Night,” which started from my problematic behavior, ironically gained significant attention as it spread on SNS, marking an astonishing average viewership rating of 95.4%.

I still haven’t realized that all five of the guards have changed.

I am still…