The Story Where I, the Strongest Mercenary, Was Reincarnated as a Bullied Introverted High School Student ~ When I Was Freely Enjoying My School Life, for Some Reason the Girls Around Me Started Glancing at Me~

Chapter 1: The Strongest Mercenary Was Reincarnated

Bang bang bang!

The deafening sound of the mafia’s guns rang out. In the depths of a forest that had become such a battlefield, I, Miyamoto Ryuji, was fighting all alone.

“‘It’s the Invincible Dragon!’ Kill him!”

“If we kill that guy, we’ll get promoted to executive rank instantly!”

“He’s the only one left! We still have 40 men on our side!”

‘Invincible Dragon’ was the alias the enemies had given me out of fear. Apparently, there was also an enormous bounty on this head of mine.

I, a mercenary, was aiming for a base deep within this forest.

My objective was the destruction of a certain weapon. An Intercontinental Stealth Ballistic Missile (ISBM). It was a new type of sonic missile that had stealth capabilities added to conventional missiles. The mafia’s goal was to fire this into Japan’s capital. The base ahead was its launch platform.

Nowadays, a single missile was enough to spark the flames of war. Japan’s missile interception technology didn’t match America’s. If it landed in Japan, America would side with Japan, and a world war involving the entire globe would begin in no time.

Therefore, I would destroy that missile along with the base and prevent a world war. It was a mission that I, having been entrusted with the final wish after my comrades had died, had to accomplish alone.

“Phew…”

Taking a deep breath to sharpen my focus, I began my counterattack. Survival knife in hand, I crawled through the forest like a snake, silently killing the mafia members one by one. I seized enemy weapons, hid my presence, made them fight each other, strangled them, slit their throats… Gunfights, hand-to-hand combat, stealth, diversions… I used every technique I possessed as a mercenary to turn around the overwhelmingly disadvantageous situation.

“No good! He’s too strong!”

“He moves too fast! The bullets won’t hit!”

“Our allies’ voices are disappearing one after another… Damn it! Where is he!”

The once-spirited voices of the mafia had turned into screams for help. Even so, I continued killing the mafia to avenge my fallen comrades. I moved with deadly grace until the forest regained its natural silence.

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Having defeated the enemies, I reached the launch platform of the Intercontinental Stealth Ballistic Missile. If I destroyed this, the mafia’s scheme would end in failure. The timer for launch was already running, and I had to destroy the missile along with the base as quickly as possible.

I took out a photo of the family I had left behind in Japan from my chest pocket and looked at it one last time. I was going to rendezvous with this missile all the way to hell.

“Shiori, Yuuka, Masaya. Please be happy.”

BOOM!

The shockwave from the base’s explosion shook the surrounding atmosphere. That day, unknown to anyone, a legendary mercenary saved the world and departed from this life. The Invincible Dragon ascended to heaven as a heroic spirit.

However, it seemed there was no place for him in either heaven or hell. He had killed too many people to go to heaven, and had saved too many people to fall to hell.

Miyamoto Ryuji’s soul was drawn to something and came to dwell in the body of a certain unremarkable, bullied male high school student in Japan.

Chapter 2: The Daily Life of the Introverted Guy Before Reincarnation

At Shigemichi Private High School, in the back of the 2nd year, Class 1 classroom, bullying was being carried out openly.

“Here we go~ Take this!”

“Guh!”

“Hey hey, it’s no good for a punching bag to talk~”

A vicious fist sank into my side. The one being beaten was me, Fushimi Jinta.

The one doing the beating was my classmate, Dojima Mahito. He had an enormous body and was said to have connections with motorcycle gangs, local thugs, and even yakuza: he was the class boss.

“That’s right, Dojima-san is making your worthless ass useful, you know?”

“You should be grateful enough to thank him for beating you, right?”

His two lackeys said this as they held me down from both sides.

“But you’ve got a nice feel when I hit you. It was worth making you drink your fill of water.”

Dojima said this while rolling his shoulders in circles. Seeing this, both the girls and boys in the classroom were laughing uproariously. Everyone was holding up their smartphones, taking videos and photos of me.

“Don’t upload it to the internet, okay?”

“If you snitch to a teacher, I’ll hunt down you and your families until you die.”

Dojima and his crew made these threats, but it seemed like there weren’t any humans with that kind of sense of justice in this bottom-tier high school to begin with.

“Well then, shall I finally enjoy the feel of that swollen belly?”

Dojima warmed up his shoulder and threw his full-strength right fist straight into my stomach.

“Urgh!? Uehhh…”

Unable to endure it, I spat out water from my mouth, causing screams from the girls.

“Eww! This guy threw up!”

“Gross! That’s seriously impossible!”

“I got it on video! Ahaha, like a Merlion!”

The class gal, Yamashiro Momoka, glared at me. The other gals followed Yamashiro’s lead and hurled abuse at me, then Dojima’s lackeys released me.

“Make sure you clean it up yourself, got it?”

“Oh, there’s a good rag right here. Here, use this.”

Saying this, they threw my school uniform onto the puddle on the floor.

“Pfft! Ahaha! That’s perfect, wipe it up with that!”