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

A Kansai Boy Rushes Into Action.

422 Anonymous Student

421 Huh? I don’t get it. I literally just said there’s no way they’d get caught. Do you even understand Japanese?

日本語わかんねーwwww

423 The Cat’s Eyes Are Watching

422 And do you understand Japanese? Or perhaps you don’t?

Actress receives death threat “Die” on social media → poster arrested.

http://hyaha-news…

See? They did get caught. So, pray tell, what exactly is the basis for your claim that “there’s no way they’d get caught”?

424 Anonymous Student

Long and gross. Die. Die faster.

425 The Cat’s Eyes Are Watching

424 Yes, another crime added to the pile. For the record, I’ve already taken a fish-copy of that one too.

426 Anonymous Student

425 Good, keep going! Punish anyone who badmouths my Rinko!

427 The Cat’s Eyes Are Watching

426 Silence.

***

…Man, this is some impressively brain-dead arguing, I catch myself thinking.

Well, they’re high-schoolers, so I guess this is about the level I should expect. Even in my previous life, it always ended the same way—eventually the other side could only spit “die” or “gross.” Same old song.

Also, that one’s probably Imamiya. So noisy. Calling her “my Rinko” like he has any right—he’s the guy who got slapped with a declaration of severed ties, isn’t he?

Oh? The replies stopped.

I kept mashing refresh for a while, and the guy I’d been arguing with started frantically deleting his slanderous posts and those fake collage images of Rinko-san. Finally figured out he was in deep after doing the bare minimum of research with that lightweight brain of his, huh?

Too late, buddy.

As for my handle—yeah, it’s random on purpose. I’ve been using it since my last life. Partly because I like cats, partly because it means “I see everything, you idiot.”

Either way, at least now everyone in the thread knows that weird rumor about Rinko-san was complete nonsense before it could spread like wildfire.

And hey, if you did something wrong, at least have the decency to apologize. Deleting and running is just pathetic.

***

The next day, we all ate lunch together as if nothing had happened.

“During break, Imamiya-kun suddenly started saying the weirdest things… like ‘show me your tongue’…”

“Ew, what the hell.”

“Seriously… what was he even thinking…?”

“He kept going on about piercings or something… I didn’t understand a word…”

So that tongue-piercing collage on the board really was his doing. And here he is dredging up a proven fake again. Give it a rest already.

“A tongue piercing… I could never do something that scary. I don’t even want any piercings to begin with…”

Why is she sneaking glances at me while saying that…?

Is it the “if Daiki told me to, I might” vibe? Because that’s straight out of the post-corruption arc with the original Tennouji from the original story.

“Beh…”

“Rin-chan, why are you sticking your tongue out?”

“…To prove I don’t have a piercing…”

“Ahh~ I already know Rin-chan doesn’t have any piercings~”

“Yeah… Rinko-san should just stay exactly the way she is…”

“…! R-right, of course.”

She looked oddly happy about that.

I really hope this peaceful little bubble lasts forever… or so I thought.

***

The morning after that, peace was shattered by Rinko-san’s scream.

“Kyaaaa!!”

“Rinko-san!? What’s wrong!?”

Rinko-san had gone pale as paper and collapsed on the spot.

When I looked at her locker… there was a small dead bird inside.

“Rin-chan! It’s okay, it’s okay…!”

“Mio-chan, could you run to the nurse’s office and grab some disinfectant alcohol? I’ll go get rags and gloves.”

“R-right! Got it!”

I cleaned and disinfected the locker after removing the bird’s corpse.

“Rinko-san, let’s swap everything in our lockers. Use mine from now on.”

“B-but…”

“It’s fine. It has to feel disgusting, right? Just use it. Hurry.”

“…Thank you.”

So they’re doing this again. Still not satisfied, huh.

Do they really want to corner Rinko-san that badly?

Fine. If they’re going all the way, I’ll go all the way with them.

But they’d better be ready themselves for what comes next.

The following day, sure enough, several dead cockroaches had been placed in what was now my locker.

So I shouted loud enough for the entire hallway to hear:

“Whoever’s got the guts to put cockroaches in my locker sure has some balls! Once I find out who it was, I’m gonna beat them so hard their face caves in, then make them eat every last one of these roaches!!”

A crowd quickly gathered amid the commotion. Some students flinched; others watched like it was entertainment.

Among them was one girl who locked eyes with me for a split second before hurriedly looking away.

Her uniform ribbon told me she was from Class E.

Got it. So the ones bullying Rinko-san are in E, huh. I don’t know their names yet, but that’s fine.

Next time, I’ll reel them in properly.

That’s why I prepared a little secret weapon after the anonymous letter incident. I can’t wait to use it.

***

The previous evening I waited in the classroom until final homeroom ended, but no one showed.

So with Ashiharabashi-sensei’s cooperation, first thing in the morning I set up the secret weapon in the locker and lay in wait inside the classroom.

Would they come?

I was certain they would.

Come on. Hurry up and show yourselves.

I held my breath, suppressing the excitement thrumming in my chest.

After a while I heard running footsteps, followed by voices:

“Hurry, hurry!”

“Wait up!”

They’re here!! Setting the trap was definitely worth it!

Two girls, from the sound of it.

“Ecchan, you’re way too excited!”

“But I can’t wait to stuff it in! I don’t wanna walk around holding a disgusting dead mouse any longer than I have to!”

“Ugh, you brought another nasty one. Yesterday I thought we were screwed when we put it in Tennouji’s locker… but we checked later and it was fine!”

“Heh heh heh~ Here you go, Ugly-ki~ Today’s present is a mouse~♪”

“I’m seriously telling you to just die already. Ayumi won’t shut up otherwise. Please! Die with this one! Then ascend to heaven or whatever!”

“Okay, here we go—locker open!”

“Your voice is too loud!”

“It’s fine! There’s no one here!”

What a pair of chatty idiots.

“Ayumi,” huh… probably the ringleader.

You just handed me your own name on a silver platter, moron.

And guess what—I am here.

The moment they opened the locker, upbeat supermarket music blared through the hallway and classroom at full volume—the kind that makes you lose your mind if you hear it too long.

“Hah!? W-wait!?”

BAM! They tried to slam the locker shut, but that wasn’t going to stop anything.

I’d worked hard on that device: a motion-sensor music speaker rigged to trigger the instant the door opened.

My proud secret weapon.

“It won’t stop!?”

“Idiot! We’re in trouble—run!”

Like hell I’d let you.

I flung the classroom door open and planted myself in front of them.

“Good morning. You two are awfully energetic for this early. You’re not in our class, and that definitely isn’t your locker—so mind telling me what you’re doing?”

“Hii!? Hiiii!? T-Tennouji!?”

“Nice to meet you. Tennouji Daiki, at your service~ nNow then, why exactly are you opening Fuyuki-san’s locker? And what were you planning to do with that mouse in your hand? I trust you understand what happens if you lie to me? I’m a Tennouji, after all.”

I hate to admit it, but the Tennouji name still carries that old delinquent weight. Perfect for moments like this.

“Uwaa… aa…”

“S-sorry… I’m sorry…!”

“An apology isn’t going to cut it. I asked why you’re opening another class’s student’s locker, and what that mouse was for.”

“…”

They couldn’t answer.

Of course they couldn’t—they’re just the grunts. I already know the mastermind is someone called Ayumi.

They were caught red-handed with the evidence in their grip, and I heard every word they said.

Yet they still refused to speak. Rage boiled up inside me.

“I already know you’re the ones bullying Rinko-san… If you don’t start talking right this instant, you have no idea what I’ll—”

I raised my voice just a little, and both of them burst into ugly tears, snot dripping down their faces.

…Maybe I went slightly too far?