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 7: A New Life

When I finished cutting my hair and checked the time on my smartphone, I saw that it was already 7 AM.

I had returned from my part-time job around 9 PM yesterday… so I should have slept soundly for about 10 hours. I felt pain because Fushimi Jinta’s body had been beaten all over, but my head was clear. It seemed like I wouldn’t lose consciousness again.

I undressed to take a shower. My new body was reflected in the bathroom mirror.

A pale, scrawny body that was incomparably thinner than when I was a mercenary, and my whole body was covered in bruises from years of bullying.

(Well, no wonder he got bullied. He’s got height but it seems like he always walked with his back hunched from fear of his surroundings and lack of confidence.)

It couldn’t be helped. Since I was borrowing this guy’s body, I might as well train it up while I was at it. If I ever had to return the body, this guy wouldn’t get bullied anymore either.

Looking at my pitiful body once more, a smile escaped me.

(This guy’s worth training… First I need to think about diet. Unlike my past life where I was reckless, I’ll do efficient body modification based on proper theory…)

Excited about being able to retrain myself with a new young body, I took a shower.

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After finishing my shower, I pondered while drying my body with a towel. This guy’s sister Ami was probably still sleeping, and his mother was still on night shift. The face-to-face meeting would be a bit later.

(Well then, back to business right away. Sorry to this guy, but I’m skipping school.)

I put on the least terrible pants, shirt, and hoodie from what was in the room and left the house. There was something I had to confirm as my top priority above all else.

A bicycle would have been good for the distance to my destination, but I decided to run, combining it with training.

Fushimi Jinta’s home wasn’t that far from my destination. This surely wasn’t a coincidence.

My soul must have been wandering from a distant foreign land, aiming for ‘this place’, and perhaps I’d tried to help when I saw the hanging boy. Come to think of it, my son was also a high school student.

Thinking such things, I arrived at the house where my family–whom I, Miyamoto Ryuji, had left behind in Japan–lived.

Chapter 8: Taking Revenge on Dojima

The house where my family lived… There, the nameplate reading ‘Miyamoto’ still hung.

(Geez, I had told her it was okay to remarry… Well, I’m not really in a position to say anything about that.)

My wife, Miyamoto Shiori, had tried to stop me from getting involved in this mission as a mercenary. But when I had learned that Japan… that my family was being put in danger, I’d gone to stop the mafia’s plan.

(What a terrible father I am. What my family truly needs more than anything is the presence of me as their father.)

I sensed someone coming out of the door, so I immediately hid in the shadows nearby. The one who came out of the door was my daughter Yuuka, who had grown significantly.

“Well then, Mom! I’m off to school!”

“Yes, yes, have a good day.”

Then, following after her, my son Masaya also came out carrying his bag.

“Crap, I had morning practice today! I’m definitely going to be late for this.”

“I did wake you up once, you know? Honestly! And you’re the team captain!”

While scolding him a bit, Shiori, wearing an apron, showed her face to see the two off. She was as beautiful as ever… she was still the woman I had fallen for.

Though I had undergone training as a mercenary to suppress emotions, seeing the three of them looking so healthy made me tear up a little after all. Originally, I had never been good at that kind of training anyway.

Just then, a message came to my smartphone, so I checked it. I then felt disgusted.

The message had been sent from Dojima through RINE.

‘Hey don’t take breaks without telling me I told you to contact me if you’re taking breaks’

…What a pain in the ass. This guy couldn’t even use punctuation properly. I wrote back carelessly.

‘Don’t worry so much about it. I’ll come back on Monday.’

‘I’m gonna kill you so look forward to it’

He was so angry he couldn’t type properly. Well, a small fry like this didn’t matter anyway.

I needed to get my money back from this guy along with my revenge: the one million yen that Fushimi had saved up, the other half that this guy had been stealing from the salaries, one million yen for Fushimi Jinta’s suffering from being bullied by this guy for a year, and 604 yen for the LAN cable that was cut.

I intended to make him pay for all his crimes, beat him to a pulp, and bill him properly.

I pushed such thoughts to the corner of my mind in an instant and watched Shiori from the shadows as she saw off the two children.

Then, a blonde girl appeared in front of the house. She was beautiful like a doll, lovely like a delicate flower, and I recognized her.

It was one of the members of the United Nations Special Forces unit ‘SWORD’ that I had belonged to as a mercenary. A French high school genius hacker, Charlotte Stanley.

She bowed deeply to my wife, Miyamoto Shiori. Seeing this, Shiori bowed back.

“I have something to tell you about your husband, Miyamoto Ryuji.”

…It seemed Charlotte had come to inform my wife of my death in battle.