The Kansai Villain’s Rebirth: I Accidentally Ended Up With a Harem. - Chapter 45: A Kansai Boy Faces Harassment.

A Kansai Boy Faces Harassment.

Preparations for the cultural festival were going unbelievably well. Thanks to the art club’s Fushimi-kun and Kuzuha-san, we now had an insanely cool takoyaki shop sign—so impressive I almost wondered if it was too good for us.

But trouble always comes without warning.

“Tennouji-kun! This is bad!”

“Hm? What’s wrong, Class Rep?”

“Just—come with me, quickly!”

The class rep burst into the classroom looking genuinely shaken and dragged me along. Shina-chan, Rinko-san, and Mio also followed, anxious. He led us straight to the POP poster of Ten-chan that we’d submitted and posted with proper approval.

And there—

“Wh-what…? This is awful…”

“Who would… do something like this?”

“Well well… sliced to ribbons with a cutter or something, huh.”

Ten-chan’s POP had been savagely slashed into pieces. Torn, shredded, ruined—someone with real malice had done this.

I stayed relatively calm, but the same couldn’t be said for Shina-chan and the others.

“This is the worst! What do we do…? We don’t have time to remake something like this!”

“This was done with genuine hostility…”

“For now, let’s just throw this out. Can’t help it.”

“Dai-chan! ‘Throw it out’…? Even if we remake it, we don’t have time! Kuzuha-chan said it takes three days to make something like this!”

“That’s true. If you’re repainting from scratch, it’ll take that long.”

“Then—!”

“But tell me—how do you think I made this thing?”

“Eh…? Daiki-kun… ah!”

“You printed it from your computer… right?”

“Exactly.”

I’m pretty sure I was wearing the smuggest grin imaginable.

The thing is—if I, Tennouji Daiki, start moving around, someone who doesn’t like me moving around always tries something. I knew someone would pull a stunt like this. That’s why I scanned the poster Fushimi-kun and the others made and saved a digital copy—to make sure their hard work wouldn’t be wasted.

I hurried back to the classroom, booted up my laptop, opened the scanned image, and started reprinting it.

“Tearing down a poster is one of the first tricks I expected. The original artwork? Once that’s destroyed, it’s over. If you repaint, it takes three days. But as long as this laptop isn’t smashed, I can print a hundred copies if I want. This is the digital age.”

I sipped my café au lait while the printer hummed.
Within five minutes, the nine-tile printouts were done.
I laminated them, trimmed the edges with a cutter, taped them together—

Done.

“Whoa… amazing! It’s back!”

“Didn’t even take thirty minutes. Rip it, slash it, stomp on it—doesn’t matter. We can replace it every time. Let’s go put it back up.”

I restored the POP and taped it back where it belonged.
I needed to teach these idiots—whoever they were—that this kind of petty sabotage had zero effect.

“Amazing… it’s already back up.”

“The power of modern technology, my friends.”

Bet they never imagined it would be that easy to revive. Alright, time to help with the main signboard.

Still… I didn’t think they’d actually go this far. We should keep an eye on the sign too.

The next day, they struck again.
And again, it only took thirty minutes to fix.

On the third day, the sabotage finally stopped. When I checked the hallway, a group of four rough-looking guys were standing there.

“Ohhh? You’re Tennouji, right?”

“That’s me. What’re you doing staring at our class’s posters?”

“What, what? You think we’re planning something, huh?”

This guy came at me with a full-on confrontational tone. His three lackeys were smirking behind him. These were definitely the culprits.

“Well, can’t blame me for thinking that. What? You curious why there are multiple posters up?”

“Yeah, actually. We heard 2-C’s posters kept getting torn down, so we’ve been watching the place for you.”

“Ohh, well ain’t that thoughtful. Anyway, you can let whoever do whatever they want. No matter how many they rip, I can fix it in thirty minutes.”

“…Hah? Who the hell are you calling an idiot?”

Ah.
Caught one.

In other words, he just confessed.

The lackeys stepped up, glaring like they wanted a fight. Busy little bees.

“So? You clearly know my name. How about you introduce yourself before picking a fight like this?”

“Ohh? I’m a senior, y’know. Ain’t that how you talk to your elders~?”

His fake Kansai accent was so irritating it almost made me react.
He was picking a fight intentionally.

Truth be told, I’ve always been quick to anger—back in my corporate-slave days, I fought with my balding boss constantly. Got stuck with extra death-march overtime for it too.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Tennouji Daiki. There—you got my name. And what might yours be, senpai?”

“Heh. Not bad. You’re funny. Name’s Tsuruhashi.”

“Tsuruhashi-senpai. Got it. Thanks for watching over the posters. But even if something happens, I can fix it in thirty minutes, so feel free not to worry.”

“…Tch.”

I waved casually and walked back toward the classroom. Behind me, one of his cronies clicked his tongue audibly.

***

The next morning, the classroom was in chaos. A commotion so big you could feel it from the hallway.

“Mornin’.”

“Ah! Dai-chan!”

“Morning, Shina-chan. What’s… going…”

“Tennouji-kun…”

Fushimi-kun stumbled toward me in tears.
Kuzuha-san was collapsed, crying.

Mio and Rinko looked between me and the signboard— the one the whole class had worked so hard on.

It had been drenched in spray paint—ruined beyond repair.

“…Which bastard did this…”

“D-Dai-chan…”

Shina-chan took a step back. Yeah, I figured—my face must’ve been terrifying.

The posters? Whatever. Picking on me? Fine.

But destroying something everyone worked their hearts out on…? That crosses a line.

“Well well… if they want a fight that badly— then I’ll give ’em one.

And when I find the bastard who did this… I ain’t lettin’ ’em walk away unscathed…!!!”

I shouted my declaration loud enough for everyone to hear. I would never forgive this.

When I found the culprit, I’d paint their face every color of the rainbow.

***

That night, I opened my laptop at home. Class rep and the homeroom teacher had practically tackled me to stop me earlier.

Said I looked like I was about to explode.

As if I’d lose control over something this small. I’m patient. Haven’t truly snapped since… well, who knows when. After finishing the three heroine routes, I’ve been mellow.

I inserted an SD card into my laptop.

We couldn’t protect the signboard. But the ones who wrecked it? We could drag them into the light.

It was an expensive choice—but worth it. A tiny camera. Placed where no one would notice it, it caught everything.

‘Ohh, here it is. This one, right? What the hell! This sucks! Isn’t this sign, like, super lame!?’

“…Thanks for identifying yourselves so clearly, idiots.”

‘Hahaha! Seriously, no taste at all! Alright, let’s get started!’

Tsuruhashi-senpai. Bless your stupidity. You made this too easy.

His face was fully visible. His lackeys too. All recorded beautifully.

‘Looks way cooler now, right!? This is perfect!’

‘Heh! Stupid Tennouji! This is what you get for messing with me!’

‘Man, that was fun. Let’s go before someone comes.’

‘Yeah. Too bad Imamiya didn’t come. He would’ve loved this!’

‘Idiot! That wimp would never show up! Hahaha! He’s got the heart of a mosquito!’

…The heart of a flea, you idiot. Huh? Imamiya? Toshiya???