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~

When I faced off against him in the ring, Aoshima smiled with a sleazy expression.

“That pretty girl was worried about you, huh? Too bad, but I’m gonna knock you out pathetically and take that girl for myself.”

“I’d stop if I were you, if you value your asshole. You’ll get exposed, you know?”

Clang!

“Fshh!”

The moment the gong rang, Aoshima immediately threw a jab. Having expected that he’d do that from the start, I guarded with both hands while dodging with a backstep.

“Fshh! Fshh! Fshh!”

Then Aoshima threw consecutive jabs.

(When you know only punches are coming, they’re easy to dodge. No bullets flying from all around either.)

I was dodging by twisting my body in Fushimi’s body just before Aoshima threw his punches. Since Aoshima was shirtless, the preliminary muscle movements made the timing of his punches very easy to read. At this level, even though my movements were slower than before, it was more than enough. And most importantly—

(Fushimi Jinta. This guy has better eyes than I did as a mercenary.)

Dynamic visual acuity to track the opponent’s movements and depth perception to accurately recognize the distance at which punches would hit. This was difficult to train, it could only be called Fushimi Jinta’s talent. Or perhaps it was the result of getting beaten up too much.

And stamina. Compared to when I was a mercenary, it was naturally lower, but it wasn’t completely absent. Tracing through Fushimi’s memories, I learned this guy had been made to run errands, worked part-time jobs, and was often worked over by Dojima and the others for no reason. He had about as much stamina as an indoor sports club member.

“Hah! Hah! Damn it, stop darting around!”

After that, I kept dodging, evading his punches. Even though I was dodging with minimal movement, while avoiding Aoshima’s punches, my stamina was depleting. Of course, the same was true for Aoshima. Throwing punches was an anaerobic exercise so it was more exhausting, but Aoshima, who trained regularly, probably still had more stamina left.

(Well, I’m getting winded too. Time to end this.)

But there was a big difference between me and Aoshima. The battlefield where death was always beside you, where everything could end with a moment’s carelessness. That tension, fighting spirit, and observational power… My experience surviving as a mercenary overwhelmingly surpassed his.

Me, who kept dodging without throwing a single punch. My breathing rhythm was inhaling twice and exhaling twice. I had been using aerobic breathing like in long-distance running from the start.

Aoshima, frustrated that his punches couldn’t hit someone as weak-looking as me, carelessly dropped his right guard again. This was the fifth time, honestly.

“Fshh!”

Smack!

Matching Aoshima’s straight, my left hook shook Aoshima’s jaw. His brain shook, and his eyes lost focus. He probably had no idea what had just happened. I calmly continued hitting his face, precisely at eye level, with multiple jabs. Since my strength was weak, the power was low, but that didn’t matter. Aoshima lost his vision, and more importantly, the continuous hits kept his brain shaking. There was nothing easier to handle than a panicked human.

“Fshh! Fshh! Fshh!”

I continued jabbing at Aoshima’s eyes while breathing out in short bursts. Aoshima threw wild, random punches, but there was no way they’d hit. This applied not just to boxing, but to any sport. Once you lost your composure, you lost.

I delivered a finishing right straight to the jaw of Aoshima, whose brain had been shaken too much, completely losing his sense of balance and not even knowing which direction he was facing.

Aoshima’s eyeballs rolled upward and he fell forward. He wouldn’t wake up for a while. I removed my gloves without waiting for the count.

“I’m borrowing the shower.”

“…Huh?”

I walked leisurely past the stunned boxing gym students and washed off my sweat.

◇◇◇

“Man, they were good guys, even giving me a spare shirt.”

“That was obviously hush money due to fighting a civilian without permission and ending up in such a pathetic state.”

After leaving the boxing gym, Char and I walked while talking.

“Why didn’t you knock him out immediately? You made me nervous.”

Char glared at me as she said this. Even though she said things like that, was this girl actually worried?

“I told you, it was a test run. There’d be no point if I knocked him out right away. Thanks to that, I learned a lot.”

Having that conversation, I headed toward my house with Char. On the way, Char clapped her hands as if she’d just realized something.

“Oh no, how thoughtless of me! I’m meeting Ryuji’s family. I should bring some kind of gift!”

“I don’t know if you can call them my family… It should be fine, shouldn’t it?”

“N-no! It’s my first greeting, after all!”

Was this girl always so polite? While thinking such things, Char dragged me by the arm to a department store.

“Look! How about this! Oh, this is nice too!”

Saying that, Char picked up several beautiful outfits.

“Are you looking at the price tags? This isn’t won, you know? It’s yen.”

“If I’m giving it, expensive is better!”

“If it’s too expensive, it’ll trouble the recipient… You wear the clothes. Good grief, I’ll pick out the gift for you since it can’t be helped.”

After being dragged around for Char’s shopping, I finally returned home around evening.

“I’m home~”

For now, I had Char wait just outside the house. When I opened the front door, someone immediately came running with heavy footsteps. It was my sister Fushimi Ami, who looked good with short hair. Though this was our first meeting, because of Fushimi’s memories, I had the illusion that I really had such a sister. That Ami looked at me and snorted.

“What, you cut your hair? That’s a bit more bearable. Your loner aura has thinned a little, hasn’t it?”

However, she immediately grabbed my collar and glared at me.

“More importantly, what was that message! You didn’t bring some weirdo, did you!?”

“…Is it still no good?”

“Of course not! Anyone you’d bring couldn’t be decent! I absolutely won’t let them in the house!”

Hearing that shouting, Fushimi’s mother, Fushimi Sakura, came from the kitchen. According to Fushimi’s memories, she was usually cheerful with long hair and a youthful appearance, but she was wearing an apron and had an unusually angry expression.

“Hey! Ami-chan, that’s wrong! Jinta-kun went to the trouble of bringing a friend!”

“That’s why I’m saying it’s no good! Mom, you should kick out this guy’s friend too!”

I looked at Ami’s behavior and sighed. Then, I spoke deliberately loudly to Char who was outside the door.

“That’s what she says, Char. Sorry, but our house is no good. I’ll give you some cardboard, so sleep in the park tonight.”

“…Char?”

When I opened the door, a beautiful French girl with tears in her eyes appeared.

“Y-yes, that’s right… You wouldn’t want someone like me in your house. I understand. If possible, I’d appreciate some newspaper too.”

My sister and mother froze with their mouths hanging open.