The Kansai Villain’s Rebirth: I Accidentally Ended Up With a Harem.

The Kansai Man Roars.

“I’m not losing to you, Kentarou! Shouma!”

“Oh ho, someone’s getting feisty. Shoo, shoo.”

“Right back at you. Let’s fire up the crowd with a dunk or two!”

Tension crackled between Tenma Kentarou and Momodani Shouma as they faced off against the basketball team from Class A. Sparks practically flew—this was going to be one hell of a match.

Just as I was psyching myself up—

“Fiiight! Fiiight! Da-i-ki♡”

Natsume-san’s cheer pierced through the noise again. When I looked up and waved, she waved back, all smiles, beaming like the sun itself. And… wait a sec, is she lifting her gym shirt again? Her stomach’s showing! Hey, cut that out—boys are gonna get the wrong idea!

I tugged at my own shirt, trying to tell her “pull it down.” She tilted her head, clearly confused.

Then—

“Pfft!?”

She looked down… and then lifted it even higher.

H-her stomach was completely bare—and now I could see her bra peeking out! I’d imagined a gal like her would wear leopard print, but no—soft pink stripes. C-cute. No, wait! What the hell am I thinking!? From this angle, I’m the only one who saw that! Girl, seriously, don’t do that in front of a bunch of wild beasts like us!!

“Shi-chan! What are you doing!?”

“Eh? Daiki-kun was looking, so I thought maybe he wanted to see more?”

“He was telling you to pull it down! What are you thinking…”

“Eeeh!? Oh well! Daiki-kun, fight on! Feeling better now?”

This girl… she’s a total little devil. Then again… maybe she really doesn’t know what she’s doing.

“Oi, Tennouji—you dating Natsume or something?”

“Huh!? N-no way!”

“Really? You two look like a couple.”

“It’s not like that… I mean, I’d be happy if it were, but no!”

“??? Well, whatever. Let’s go.”

Right. Focus on the game. Still… that stomach was really… no! Concentrate, damn it!

***

The match was neck and neck. Every time we scored, they answered right back. The tension was unreal—but man, was it fun. Before I knew it, the stands were packed. The poor kids playing other sports probably had no audience left.

“Phew… it’s getting good. And hot, too.”

I didn’t have a towel, so I lifted my shirt to wipe off some sweat. The gym uniform clung to me as I cooled off a little. That’s when the crowd suddenly erupted in high-pitched squeals. Huh? What now?

“Whoa, Daiki-kun’s abs are insane!”

“Tennouji-kun, you perv!”

“Abs… a young man’s abs… haaa…”

Wait, me!? And who the hell said that last one!? Some girl’s saying dangerous stuff out loud!

“Anyway, three-pointer.”

Swish. Straight through the net. The crowd went wild again—it really was like a real tournament out here. And there’s Imamiya, glaring daggers at me. Don’t look at me like that, man, I didn’t do anything!

***

Midway through the second half, the fight only got fiercer. Class A went for a shot—it bounced off the rim.

“Rebound!!”

Tenma shouted. I leaped up for it—but suddenly, someone from Class A slammed into me.

“Ow!?”

Pain shot through my finger as the ball smacked against it. A jammed finger… great. Damn, that hurts.

“M-my bad! You okay?”

“Y-yeah… I’m fine…”

Well, what else can I say? My finger was throbbing and starting to turn purple, but there was no way I was walking off now—not when it was getting this good. Just as I was about to tell the teacher I wanted to keep going—

“Tennouji-kun! Are you okay!?”

Akitani-san came running over. Ugh… and here she comes—bouncing like… basketballs. No! Stop thinking that! Why is today like this!? First Natsume, now her—

“You jammed your finger, right? Let me see. I’ll cool it right away.”

“O-oh… sure.”

She moved quickly, spraying the cold mist and wrapping my finger in tape with practiced hands. She was calm, precise—just like you’d expect from the basketball team’s manager.

“Tennouji-kun, do you want to go to the nurse’s office? Or keep playing?”

“I’ll keep going.”

“Got it. I’ll tape it properly for now. Go to the nurse’s office afterward, okay? There, all done! Good luck out there.”

Man, managers are amazing. She really knows what she’s doing. Thanks to her taping, the pain dulled a little. And… she smelled nice. Like flowers—wait, stop it, me. Focus.

“Tennouji, you good?”

“Yeah. Ready when you are.”

“Alright! With Akitani’s blessing, we can’t lose!”

Tenma’s energy spiked again. Time to strike while the iron’s hot.

“I’ll shoot the ball into the enemy’s goal—”

“Momodani-kun, wrong game.”

Even Momodani was fired up now. We all were.

“Guess I’ll kick it up a notch too!”

“Huh…?”

I slipped the ball between my opponent’s legs and dashed toward the goal in a burst of speed. One clean motion—and the ball was in. Don’t underestimate the cheat specs of Tennouji Daiki His athletic stats aren’t just for show.

“Go, go, go, Daiki-kun!”

“Tennouji-kun, fight!!”

“Tennouji! Tennouji!! Tennouji!!!”

The girls were chanting my name now. What for? Oh—maybe because I’m still playing through the pain? Fine by me. Their cheers only fueled me more.

“Uoooohhh!!”

“Holy crap… scary…”

Apparently, my grin was terrifying people. Why!? It’s just a sportsman’s smile!

“Tennouji, you look like you’re about to murder someone.”

“What!?”

“Yeah, that’s not a ‘going for a goal’ face, that’s a ‘wiping out Class A’ face.”

“You guys are ridiculous!”

I was enjoying myself, damn it! But the girls in the crowd went, “Eep!” and shrank back. That hurt. Emotionally.

***

Final minutes. Damn, my finger hurts. And I know exactly why—it’s Imamiya’s fault. Every time he gets the ball, he just hurls it at me. Fast. Hard. Always at an angle that forces me to use my injured right hand. It’s like he’s trying to break me.

But sorry, Imamiya. This Daiki Tennouji doesn’t stop for something like that. You can glare all you want—but I’m ending this.

Another vicious pass—smack! Pain shot through my hand, but I caught it clean and drove toward the hoop. Twenty seconds left. Sink this, and it’s over. Miss, and it’ll come down to free throws. No way I’m letting it go that far.

“Stop him! Stop him!!”

Try if you can! I charged toward the basket, muscles burning, every eye on me. The basketball club’s best leapt up to block me.

“Like hell the great Daiki Tennouji’s getting stopped by some block! This game is ours!!!”

Four players jumped at once. And that’s what I’d been waiting for.

I didn’t shoot. Instead, I fired a pass sideways—to Tenma.

“Wha—!?!”

Too late. They were all in the air, and Tenma was wide open.

“This one’s ours!!! Oraa!!!”

BAM!

The whole hoop shook as Tenma slammed home a thunderous dunk. The whistle blew—final buzzer. The tied score flipped, one point in Class C’s favor.

And the gym exploded with cheers so loud they rattled the walls.

“YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!”