Yandere and Menhera - Suddenly Having a Yandere Older Stepsister and a Menhera Younger Stepsister Makes Every Day Difficult - Chapter 1 - 41/42
As Miyuki-san laid her hand on me, her voice came through clear yet ineffably. Instead of fear, what seized me was a blend of excitement and curiosity, wondering what would happen next.
“I want to try it here,” I thought. My heart swelled with such feelings, but this mood was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Ryusuke, sorry, I’m coming in.”
It was the coach’s voice that broke the silence.
I moved away from Miyuki-san to wait for the coach to enter, and he said with a bright smile,
“If you don’t win your match tomorrow, it’s going to be trouble.”
“Is that a matter of your pride, coach?”
“That’s part of it, but it’s more because your opponent is not someone you should lose to.”
“Understood. I’ll do my best.”
“And Miyuki will be waiting at the hotel tomorrow.”
The coach said this while looking at Miyuki-san’s face. To Miyuki-san’s surprised expression, the coach said coldly,
“Having you around will distract Ryusuke. You should go to sleep now. Goodnight, Ryusuke.”
“Y-Yes, goodnight.”
Despite Miyuki-san’s warning that things wouldn’t be simple, the coach appeared as if he knew I was tense and managed to ease my nerves. I had nothing but respect for him, truly the best coach.
When I turned around, Miyuki-san was pouting, clutching the sleeve of my shirt tightly.
“I thought I’d finally get a chance today.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when you go back, there will be your older step-sister, your running friend Yuka, and even your classmates who are after you, right?”
“Uh, it sounds like you’re saying you’re one of them…”
I tried to say it with a faint hope, and Miyuki-san blushed and said,
“What if I said yes?”
“Uh…”
“Hehe. Well, let’s sleep, shall we?”
“Ah, yes.”
In the end, I didn’t learn the technique to lose weight quickly.
Yet, I hadn’t imagined that on the eve of such a crucial match, it’d be something other than the game itself stirring my nerves. Thanks to that, I wasn’t nervous about the match the next day either.
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The next morning, I arrived at the venue with the coach.
Glancing at my smartphone, I saw many supportive videos and messages on LINE from Matsuri-san, Ririka, Sakagami, and everyone in class.
Fully motivated, I passed the weigh-in without any issues, and the first match began. I warmed up and waited for my turn until my name was called.
“Red belt Kanazawa Ryusuke-kun, white belt Matsuri Toshiya-kun.”
It was my first national competition, my first match, and the coach watched with a sharp gaze. I entered the mat, feeling its texture under my feet and the fabric of my judogi, performing my routine to calm my nerves as we bowed to each other, waiting for the signal to start.
【Begin!!】
The match started.
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Right after the match began, a tremendous cheer and applause erupted from the adjacent arena. Despite it only being the first round, the unusual level of excitement caused both my opponent and I to freeze for a few seconds. The referee inadvertently called out, “Wait.”
Snapped back to attention by his voice and glancing at the coach, he smiled gently and said,
“Focus!”
I nodded silently. Losing concentration over something like this would not see me through the nationals. I didn’t want to disappoint Sakagami, my classmates, Miyuki-san, and the sisters by returning as a loser.
At the sound of “Begin” again, I swiftly went for a deep collar grip and executed a major outer reap, easily bringing my opponent down.
I scored a “waza-ari.” Moving into groundwork, I transitioned into a side four-corner hold, securing it tightly. After holding for 20 seconds, the buzzer sounded, and I managed to clear the first round.
After bowing to my opponent and again to the tatami, the coach patted my head, saying,
“The commotion earlier was because the student of the man who kicked your seat won his match.”
“Is that so?”
“You’ll be fine. You can win this.”
“Yes.”
While wiping off my sweat and checking my phone to share the news of my first-round victory, the coach with a yakuza-like face, bearing a grudge against my coach, approached me. Thinking it rude not to greet him, I stood up and bowed slightly. He responded with a sinister smile and whispered in my ear,
“My name is Masatsugu. Make it to the final.”
“…That’s the plan.”
A few seconds after the yakuza-like coach, Masatsugu, walked away, my phone rang. Expecting it to be my sister, I was surprised.
“Are you okay?!”
“Wh-What do you mean?!”
“Weren’t you bothered by some weird guy?!”
How could my sister, who wasn’t supposed to be here, know I was hassled by the yakuza-looking man? I felt a chill.
Thinking it was impossible, I checked outside and ran around the perimeter during the break before the second round, but she wasn’t there.
I asked cautiously,
“How do you know that?”
“Because I’m your sister. I just do.”
No, no, no. Just because she’s my sister doesn’t mean she could know that!
Though I thought it was impossible, if it were those two, if it were my sister, they might just do something like that. A cold sweat ran down my back. Frightened, I tried not to look at my phone and returned to the arena where the coach was staring intently at the next opponent with a stern face.
“Coach?”
“Your next opponent was in the top 8 nationally last year. Brace yourself.”
“Yes.”
Thinking about how to fight, I prepared an imaginary friend and, with the coach’s notes in hand, closed my eyes to strategize.
A few minutes before the next match, as I stood in front of the tatami, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance.
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“This is where Ryusuke-kun is giving his all. I have to cheer too!”