Because I Was Excluded Out of the Class Transfer, I Decided to Steal My Classmate's Lover

Chapter 81: Kirishima Sayaka

The memories that surfaced out are the sweet and wistful scent of youth.

Spring is the time of year when the environment changes completely, as students go through one or two of the biggest events of the year: moving up to the next grade and changing classes.

It’s the time of the year when the entrance ceremony, which she attended as a student, is over, and the cherry blossoms and all the flowers that decorate spring have finished their season and they are now entering the rainy season, which Sayaka hates.

In the class, some groups began to form, and the hobbies and preferences of classmates began to be vaguely revealed.

Sayaka, who is shy, has not yet been able to fit into the class.

Fortunately, a quiet or boisterous girl named Fujiyoshi Yuri caught her attention and didn’t isolate her from the rest of the class.

Most of the time, Sayaka’s friends at school are quiet girls like Emi and Yuri. Although she has been appointed as the secretary of the class committee, the chairperson and vice-chairperson are both very different types of students from Sayaka, and even when she does talk to them, the conversation usually ends up going nowhere.

“………… Hmmm. I think I’m almost done.”

In the classroom after school, colored by the shouts of the sports club and the dazzling sunset.

In the next class, a group of good friends are still in the classroom, soaking up the afterglow of school life. In her class, there was no one else in the classroom but Sayaka.

Sayaka could barely make out the snatches of mixed-gender laughter coming from the classroom next door. Sayaka sits down in her chair with her pen and stretches.

Her friend Emi Otomesaki went to the club room as soon as the return HR was over for the activities of the manga research club. Yuri, being Yuri, muttered some strange abbreviation like “Hanakin” or “Prefura”, and said that she had to go home early on Friday to watch the week’s worth of anime, so she turned her bag around (for some reason she was using the one for boys) and sashayed out of the classroom.

(Note: Hanakin/Prefura:Friday last day, Saturday and sunday is holiday)

Therefore, Sayaka waits for Emi’s return and concentrates on her job as class committee secretary - writing the committee’s journal.

In this school, it has a rule that once a week, students are required to report to the teacher on class problems and other issues that have come to their attention from the point of view of the class committee. Anyway, since they are not junior high school students or primary school students, they actually do not have to write down any unnecessary information, as long as they do not leave a blank space for the teacher to check whether they have skipped filling out the form or not.

When Sayaka was a freshman, a senpai once showed her a journal written by a student who was a secretary, but it only contained things like “it was raining” or “the trash bag was missing,” which is about the size of a primary school diary.

Apart from a place to write the date and name, there is a free space surrounded by a square abyss.

Normally, she should write down what happened here, and if she just does something random and quick with a pen, she won’t get any compliments.

The serious Sayaka had decided to write the week’s information in a straightforward manner, but with enough care to fill the free space.

The first time she took it to her teacher, Sayaka recalls, she was praised with a mixture of surprise and delight.

He said that few students had ever written in such a serious manner before.

Teachers probably don’t expect much from the information in the logbooks.

In fact, there is always the possibility that some unserious student will fill up the space with a bunch of nonsense. Of course, such students are unlikely to bother with the tedious logbook work in the first place.

“Huh, …… I think I’ll take a break for a bit.”

She put down her pen and sigh into the sunset.

She looked out of the window at the schoolyard. It’s the football team. A group of boys in bibs bow to a dark, muscular teacher.

The way their hips are bent together reminds her of the military, and she quickly looks away. She is not a person who enjoys watching students being lectured.

She felt as if she could hear an angry voice coming from a wide open mouth. Sayaka lets out a frustrated sigh.

She picked up her pen again, ready to write the rest of the story. -At the same time, the door to the classroom was opened, and she stopped her pen and turned to face the after-school visitors.

“………………”

The one who stepped into Sayaka’s space alone was a boy in her class, Kirishima Ran.

He did not say a word to her, but momentarily made eye contact with her, quickly turned away, and went to his desk in silence, as if he were treating Sayaka as if she were not there.

Strangely enough, she didn’t feel bad about it. If the other side does not care more than necessary, there is no need for Sayaka to talk to him. With this in mind, Sayaka quietly began to work on the paper.

She can hear him rummaging through the clutter of their desks. Sayaka is dismayed to hear that he has not brought his textbooks and handouts home with him.

Or is it that boys are the same as they were at primary school and never bring home their handouts?

A textbook or something falls to the floor with a bang. Like, “Ah.”At the sound of his voice, Sayaka’s memory of him flashed through her mind.

It’s not a familiar voice. She thought maybe she hadn’t seen him getting along with the other boys.

Apart from that, he’s not the type of boy who gets along well with girls. She wasn’t consciously looking at it, so she didn’t even remember the details about how a boy named Kirishima Ran lived in school.

Sayaka can’t think of a vision of Kirishima Ran in the group class that comes to mind.

Of course, Ran is not the only one who is special. It’s still early in the school year. Sayaka can find a lot of people who have been in the same situation as him, such as the delinquent Aya Mikoshiba, who is treated as a tumor among the female students, and Takeyama Jaimi, who is bullied insidiously by aggressive students for different reasons.

So Sayaka wasn’t really bothered by him either. And as far as Ran is concerned, he is not the object of anyone’s dislike, nor is he the subject of anything that is said behind his back.

It may be that he genuinely likes to be alone. Sayaka thinks it’s an arrogant prejudice that comes to mind because Sayaka is a girl, that boys can live in isolation to some extent easier than girls.

“………………I found it”

Sayaka relievedly stroked her chest in response to the muttered lines. She didn’t know what he was looking for, but she was distracted when she thought there was someone else, and the diary work hadn’t progressed since a while ago.

The tea ceremony club is not in session today, so there is no need to worry about being late. In a little while, Emi would be back from her club activities, and she really wanted to finish it and submit it before then.

She can hear the sound of something being packed in a bag.

When Sayaka’s mouth smiled and was relieved at finally being alone, she almost screamed when she felt someone’s presence right next to her desk.

“You write thoroughly/politely, don’t you, Sadogashima-san?”

“Heh!……”

His black hair shimmering in the setting sun, his eyes had an unfeeling glint in them. The glassy gaze catches Sayaka’s face as he passes by.

For some reason, Sayaka felt as if she were being drawn in by his flowing gaze.

Without saying goodbye, Kirishima Ran turns his face away and leaves the classroom. She looked at his back in a daze and ruminated on what he had just said and tilted her head.

“…… Polite, eh? Polite. Hmmm. Polite. Heh, ……”

It is true that Sayaka’s handwriting is polite - or rather, beautiful.

In addition to the fact that she writes like a schoolboy, Sayaka’s handwriting is beautiful and polite compared to that of Emi, who also has beautiful handwriting.

It’s not the first time someone has complimented her on her handwriting.

But, Sayaka thought, this might be the first time she had ever been called “polite”.

She’s been told that she is beautiful. But only girls have complimented on her beauty - and what can she say, it was a simple compliment that was just leaked as a topic of conversation. It’s a kind of social etiquette.

In the past, boys have always had a preconceived notion that all girls have beautiful handwriting, and so Sayaka’s writing has never been singled out as particularly good or beautiful.

“Hmm, you’re polite. My handwriting is so polite……”

Whether it was because of this or not, Sayaka did not know. For some reason, Sayaka has noticed that the words she inherited from Kirishima Ran have a strange way of swirling around her and tickling her mind.

Looking back, She thinks it was something really trivial.

It was really simple and trivial. If she were to cut out the event and tell other people about it, they would just kick her out of the room.

In a shoujo manga, if a girl starts to fall in love with someone for this reason, she’ll be told that she is being too overly thinking, that it’s something trivial.

But it was definitely the reason why a girl named Sayaka Sadogashima became aware of a boy named Ran Kirishima.

Since then, Sayaka has been following him with her eyes much more often.

Slowly and unconsciously, she finds herself looking for Ran, and when she finds him, she would stare at him in relief.

When Yuri noticed that she was looking at the boys, she teased her with a look like a child who has been given a new toy.

Emi once asked her if she was all right, because she had been sighing a lot recently.

She doesn’t have the courage to speak to him, and he doesn’t speak to her, not even to boys of the same sex. He doesn’t get involved with anyone at all.

Sayaka guessed there was a part of her that was relieved.

He will never be taken by anyone else. Sayaka is the only one who knows how attractive he is. There is no way that any other girl would think that Ran is a good person. It is true that I had such an arrogant idea.

She dreamed that she was the heroine of the story and that she would meet her prince and that, despite all the obstacles, they would end up together in a happy ending.

She misunderstood the truth of this uncertain ideal and thought that one day a boy would find the courage to ask her out.

On the day of her transfer, she was secretly excited that her eyes met his in the morning.

When she pondered it now, it’s quite painful - Sayaka thought she was immersed in the sweet and sourness of youth, both physically and mentally.

“- Puh-haaa”

Slowly, as if being pulled out of a deep sea, Sayaka’s vision becomes clearer.

It took her longer than she thought to settle.

She feels as if something fluffy has been lifted.

The chains that bind her bodies - and her minds - are rusting away at the base, cracking and dismalthing. A strange feeling, similar to that of liberation, envelops Sayaka.

But she didn’t feel lost.

There was no loneliness, as if she had lost something.

Sayaka loves Kirishima Ran. It’s not just anyone else, it’s Kirishima Ran - this person.

The black miasma that had been stirring in her heart completely dissipated and flew away. She has regained a clear, transparent mind.

The image of Ran appears in her vision.

Sayaka smiled as much as she could and jumped onto his chest.

At last Sayaka could see Kirishima Ran with her own eyes - clear, pure eyes.

◇◇◇

“Sadogashima-san ……”

The words that came out weakly, Sayaka’s whole body shivers with fear.

As Sayaka lay her cheek against her lover’s breastplate, she caught the sight of a classmate muttering her name. Through her glasses, her twin eyes are downcast, her gaze averted from the two bewildered boys.

“……You’re lying. Hey, Sadogashima-san. You just got scared out of your wits, didn’t you? You’re upset and just hugged the guy in front of you, right?…… You just don’t understand the situation properly yet, do you?”

When a hand reaches out to cling to her, Sayaka responds with a short scream, as if in primal fear.

In response to the carnal demands of a different kind of person, Sayaka chose her words calmly and without hurting the other person. The short scream, as if it were only a breath, was engraved with a definite rejection that seemed to reflect her true feelings.

To say that she is back to being a normal girl is a misnomer. But for sure, something has been settled and something has changed in Sayaka.

“Kirishima, I hope you didn’t do something like this, pretending to unlock the skill but actually didn’t. Even with my eye for information, I can’t tell if the woman is a dependent or not.”

Eiichi Megane, who speaks with a lot of sarcasm and gropes his glasses. Ran looks at him with a sullen face, wondering if he hasn’t acknowledged the current situation.

Hirokatsu Yamashiro swayed as if he had lost his possession. He put his hand to his forehead and shook his head feebly.

“I’m not sure if Kirishima has released Sadogashima from his skill, and I don’t know for sure either. -But I can tell you that Sadogashima-san’s reaction was clearly different from before.”

“She may be playing a part. I’ve seen her mumbling something to Kirishima-kun earlier, and she may be trying to get us to give up here—.”

“The way she looks at me is completely different from before.”

Interrupting Megane’s words. Hirokatsu Yamashiro smiles to himself.

“It’s strange, isn’t it? Sadogashima-san, before Kirishima deactivated his skills, was such a - when I think back. I said some outrageous things and did some nasty things, but she looked straight at me and rejected me. But now Sadogashima-san is different. It’s almost as if she sees her classmate who tried to rape her as an object of fear.”

“Aaa, you’re giving up? If you allow Kirishima-kun to get away with his atrocities here, he will surely - absolutely surely - get away with it.”

“You’ve lost your nerve, Megane.”

Megane’s words once again cutted, It was none other than Kirishima Ran, the central figure in this case spoke.

A reprimanding tirade from the one who was supposed to be blamed. He fixed his glasses and opened his mouth in surprise.

“Just admit it. This is the reality. It’s not as simple as killing me or exiling me alone. Do you remember what you did when you kicked me out? You and Torao took the initiative to somehow make me out to be a danger to the group, moreover you pushed more when the decision was made to get me kicked out. Sure, I did use my skill. I was a child, I was a screamer, I was a riot, I was a disrupter. But what else could I have done? When I was kicked out - if I could have persuaded Torao, or you, or one of the others, if I had tried a little harder, we could have avoided the worst of it, or something like that, wouldn’t you say? I’ll tell you what - is a big no. Absolutely No. In fact, wasn’t it? I was desperate to tell Torao. I apologise for the outburst. If I had been able to appeal to his sympathies and get him to retract his prejudiced and bespectacled rhetoric, I’m sure he would have kicked me out for one reason or another. Because you know what? It’s not just Torao and Megane - the others worked together to make sure I was kicked out.”

Unconscious sympathy, unconscious self-defence. No matter how much we love ourselves, when we are in a situation where we can only save one of us or others, we will immediately move to protect ourselves.

A sudden transfer to another world - they never know what is justice and what is malice. A single word could be enough to get them imprisoned or even killed on the spot by the otherworlders.

By nature, modern Japanese are easily influenced by the majority opinion. If there are significantly more people who chose “agree or somewhat agree” than those who chose “disagree or somewhat disagree”, then those who chose “neither agree nor disagree” will automatically become supporters of the “agree faction”.

Ran knows that not all of them were thinking of getting rid of him at that moment.

Some-like Sayaka choose to wait and see. Of course, it doesn’t matter to Ran. There must be some of them who thought that way is to keep an eye on the current situation as a third party in a neutral manner.

“Although I look alone, I’m not. Sayaka, Misuzu, Kanami, Aya, Saki, Sakuya, Hibiki, Yuri and Emi, even though they are not here at the moment, agree with me. It’s not neutral. It’s absolute agreement. Whether it’s dictatorship or brainwashing, the fact is that it’s clearly here. If you try to kick me out again. I’m not the only one who’s going to be up against the country this time. It’s going to be me and all the girls except for Reika.”

To put it simply, he was a hostage. The sweet infatuation with the opposite sex that he love - Ran used it as a bargaining chip.

“Back to the point, it’s the same thing. It’s the majority of numbers. You know what I mean? You don’t get it, do you? You’ve got your friends, you’ve got your family, you’ve got someone who’s always going to be there to protect you, but you don’t know what it’s like to be a lonely person who’s really cut off from the world.”

The orange memory flickers again, and Ran swallows down the rising discomfort.

Ran didn’t mean to impose everything on them. But surely, this obsessive need to be loved can be attributed in many ways to his past.

Why does Ran think in such a distorted way?

Can he see the necessary justice in using the lives of others to protect his own?

The general consensus of modern Japan does not make sense at this time.

This is a story of the “other world”, which is distorted through the terrible inherent magic skill of the underling training, which does not exist in modern Japan.

“They and I are one in the same - an unshakable bond. I think that’s the reason why Torao clawed me back in the first place. I’m a hindrance to unity, to cohesion. -Well, it didn’t, did it? The fact is, the girls and I are tightly knit.”

“Shut up and you can go on your own self-serving tirade about…How dare you say what you want!”

With his glasses off and spittle flying, Eiichi Megane confronted Ran.

“You - Kirishima-kun, what do you think of other people’s hearts! As long as it’s good for you, is that all that matters? Do you think it’s acceptable to make your classmates fall into your brainwashing in order to save yourself?”

“Can I say the same thing to you? You hate being robbed by a girl who is secretly in love with you, she may not even exist…For such a self-centered reason, I hanged one of my classmates. Can you proudly say it’s justice? Because the girls are scared, because the others are the same, because common sense says so, because this is the consensus of all of us…You, who decorated your opinion with such palatable nonsense and used the invisible evidence of your “appraising eye” as a shield, have no right to denounce me. You have no right to criticise me.”

“Kirishima-kun!”

In a burst of emotion, Megane grabbed onto Ran’s chest.

He bursts into a fit of rage, and Sayaka begins to cry. Saki reprimands Megane for his act of violence. Kanami, who had been keeping an eye on Torao, thrust a sheathed weapon at Megane.

(Note: Now, I’m confused on how Megane grab Ran’s chest as Sayaka is the one he’s hugging now, but I assumed, she’s behind Ran after seeing Hirokatsu trying to grab her)

“- Stop it, Megane!”

It’s not Kanami, Saki or Ran that cut into the atmosphere of a catastrophe, it’s Mikoshiba Aya, the girl who was captured by the knight of the Kingsguard at the border between the room with the big hole and the garden.

In her usual clear voice, she stabbed at the words from a distance, addressing them to Megane. Her boldness has focused everyone’s attention on Aya Mikoshiba.

She was unperturbed by the stares she received. Aya Mikoshiba opens her mouth with a heartbreaking look on her face.

“It’s not Kirishima’s fault. It’s all my fault. So, don’t blame Kirishima. If you want to blame someone, blame me……”

“……Mikorin?”

“Megane is angry because I-I should have confessed to Megane, but I was immediately distracted and you think it’s Kirishima’s fault, right?”

Megane’s eyes fluttered in confusion at the unimaginative remark.

Aya had always been pictured as a strong woman in Megane’s eyes, but now her face had changed to that of a weak girl.

“I didn’t mean to play with your heart Megane, I’ve made a mistake. Kirishima has nothing to do with this. I just couldn’t say anything that would betray the kindness you guys have shown me in the past……”

“No, Mikorin. It’s not Mikorin’s fault. It’s just that you’ve been tricked by Kirishima-kun. If only Kirishima-kun would reflect on his actions and regain his good heart, everything would be back to normal.”

Ran’s hand is placed on the shoulder of the downcast Megane.

It was as if a torrent of warm, jumbled emotions, desperate to mask their malice, was poured over his shoulders and into his body.

“No, you can’t…Let’s say you’re on a date with the most beautiful, sweetest, most impeccable woman you know. You’re on the street and a complete stranger says to you, ‘No! She’s playing you! You’re being cheated on by that woman!’ - would you believe it, would you be calm and collected, and would you be able to handle it?”

“What do you mean…?”

That’s when Megane must have finally realised.

The fact that all the girls in his class look at him like a pathetic person.

On this occasion, if they apply common sense, it is not Ran but Megane who is saying the right thing.

But for them, the justice is Ran - Kirishima Ran. In the eyes of the girls, he is the one who defies justice and to continue to argue is ugly and pointless.

He is denied by them what he does for them.

It’s as if his efforts are being rejected outright as “annoying”. It’s as if he is being misunderstood as a crazy person for not stopping.

It feels like the feet that should have been stepping on concrete are now collapsing. Perhaps the girls can’t believe the justice Megane was waving at was really right.

He was denied by the very people he was supposed to help, he was supposed to be a hero to bring back his friends from the clutches of evil.

Is it really justice to rescue a fallen heroine and return her to her normal life - if it causes her to suffer?

The questioning binds Megane’s limbs and thoughts as he is swallowed up by a negative spiral.

“Do you think I’m wrong?……No, it can’t be. I must be right, I know I’m right. I must be just, there must be no mistake-”

“…Fu…Nya,Nyaaaa?”

Misuzu, who had been held captive by the knights of the Kingsguard, finally regained consciousness.

“Nyaa, Nyani?Nyyande, Konnyani,…funyaaaau?”

(Note: Where, what and huhhh????)

Misuzu mumbles in a more cat-like tone than usual, wipes her drool with the sleeve of her cardigan and sighs loudly.

Some people looked at her reproachfully, as if she had broken the tension in the air. Many seemed relieved that she had regained consciousness, having not woken up since the end of the tragedy.

“Misuzu.”

“Nekoyama-san.”

With a sleepy look in her eyes, as if she didn’t quite understand the current situation.

Perhaps because the skills she possessed were not aggressive, or because she did not feel she was in danger, Misuzu didn’t panic at the surroundings.

“My head is buzzingnyaa……”

Misuzu holds her head by the sleeve of her cardigan, which is now in moe sleeves, and meditates painfully. Tsubasa Ryuzaki, who was staring at her, nodded his head with a huff, as if realising something.

“Nekoyama-san …… Yes, it’s Nekoyama-san.”

While being held captive by the knights of the Kingsguard, Ryuzaki Tsubasa clung to a ray of hope and screamed as he leaned forward.

“Nekoyama-san was going out with Torao-kun, and if Kirishima’s skills hadn’t intervened, they would have ended up together, right?”

He sits down, and raises his voice so that Torao can hear him.

“It’s not something that either Sadogashima-san or Mikorin want to think about, but it’s possible that they actually liked Kirishima in the first place.”

There is a kind of excitement in Ryuzaki’s voice - like a kind of refreshing exultation, especially like a assistant of a great detective who is presenting his deductions to his own people.

Ryuzaki will not be harmed if he speaks out about it. Even if his guess is wrong and he fails, he will never be hurt - such a self-satisfied thought pushes Tsubasa Ryuzaki.

“If it was you, Nekoyama… If we disarm her from Kirishima’s skill, she will feel uncomfortable with the situation she is in. But gradually, If you spend more time with Torao, you will eventually be able to regain your true self, right?”

Tsubasa Ryuzaki develops his theory, leaving himself to the emotions of excitement. But Ran felt that Torao’s shoulders were trembling.

“…… Oi, Ryuzaki.”

“It is possible that Nekoyama-san will return to normal. You can let us see you smile like you used to! How is that possible if she’s been completely brainwashed? Nekoyama-san is just being kind and sympathetic to Kirishima, who’s been kicked out-maybe she’s not even under [Sexual Lunatic-Underling Training]!”

Ryuzaki may not be aware of the gradual deviation from his confident reasoning.

It is possible to recognise the absurdity of the situation when it comes up later. Most of the time it is an idea - a fluid, ongoing deduction that rarely ends as planned.

“Ryuzaki!”

“…… just now, huh?”

Shigenobu Torao, who had been looking down, looked up. The call from Megane to silence Ryuzaki does not reach him. He is oblivious to the accusatory glare directed at him. Like a stage performer in the spotlight, Ryuzaki rambles on.

Nekoyama Misuzu was watching the scene in a daze. The soft, relaxed expression on her face suddenly changed to a cold and full of disgust.

“……Megane-kun. What are you doing to my Ran-kun?”

“Huh?”

Megane’s hand that was holding Ran was released.

Misuzu’s brown eyes twinkled as if he were looking at something trivial.

Megane is one of the otaku group that had some opportunities to interact with Misuzu before their transfer, and he has noticed that Misuzu behavior is a result of the inexplicable discomfort she has developed since her transfer to another world.

However, Tsubasa Ryuzaki has only been involved with Misuzu Nekoyama not only in his daily life before the transfer but also after the transfer. Since he was always staring at her from a distance, he seemed to have the illusion that she was relatively close. As a matter of fact, Tsubasa Ryuzaki was not so aware of Misuzu’s changes.

“You’re lying……I mean, you were so nice to me earlier.”

“Just a minute ago.”

“Until just now, Nekoyama-san was so lovely and kind.”

The words, which are passed on like a curse, torment Shigenobu Torao. But Tsubasa Ryuzaki is unaware of this.

“That’s right, if we can just undo it! Nekoyama-san has been raped by Ran’s [Sexual Lunatic-Underling Training]! So if he just unlocked the skill, things will go back to normal…”

“Nekoyama-san, Were you really smiling at Ryuzaki?”

As if to interrupt Ryuzaki’s reasoning, the voice of Shigenobu Torao spins weakly. Tsubasa Ryuzaki nodded his head confidently to that question. Torao let out a faint cry of anguish.

“Now, Kirishima-kun! Just as you just unlocked Sadogashima-san from your skill, you can try unlocking the skill you just applied to Nekoyama-san!”

“Stop.”

“Don’t say stop. So if Nekoyama-san goes back to the way she was, you be-”

“I said don’t do it!”

A terrible murderous intent cuts through the air.

She sensed the danger. Kanami pushes past Megane and gets right in front of Ran.

Shigenobu Torao, who became a partial tiger, rushed toward Tsubasa Ryuzaki instead of Ran, exposing his sharp claws and jumping daringly.

“—HA!”

Tsubasa Ryuzaki, who was blocked by the knights behind him, couldn’t defend it.(Although, thanks to his fighting spirit, he didn’t hurt his skin or internal organs.) But the impact was too much for him to bear. He and the knight behind him were blown backwards.

Torao continued to pursue Ryuzaki Tsubasa, who escaped from his captors by recoiling. It was a savage act, like watching a predator preying on another predator. A knight of the Kingsguard immediately rushes to capture Torao.

“I thought I might need to use inherent magic to keep the outside world at bay……We can’t do that anymore. Put up wards!”

The queen’s minister, who had been arguing with Walkins, gave orders to the knights of the Kingsguard.

Some of the knights of the Kingsguard brought in magical tools and things and began to draw what looked like rituals in the corners of the room and in the crevices of the furniture.

Some time passed. Suddenly, Ran was struck by a strange chill, as if something was being removed from his body.

At the same time, the knights of the Kingsguard, who seemed to be convinced of something, released the saints from their captivity and lined up in the corners of the room or by the walls to protect the places where the magic was drawn or where the magic tools were placed.

Shigenobu Torao is no longer a tiger and has regained his former self. Removing his hand from Ryuzaki Tsubasa’s arm, which was clenched so tightly that it made him bleed, He glared at Tsubasa Ryuzaki’s face with emotionless eyes.

“I can’t take it anymore. Someone please send me back to my normal life. …… I wish I had never become class president. I don’t know why I’m the only one who has to go through this.”

“Tora,o?”

“Nekoyama-san, Nekoyama-san - she’s been charming to you guys when I’m not around!…I didn’t know, I could scream like this and be this frustrated. This is the same as Kirishima when he was kicked out.”

Torao has his own stresses, and as class president, he does his best to help everyone, but it takes a toll on his body and mind. Adding more to his stress, Kirishima Ran appeared in front of him.

“I can’t take it anymore! I’m sure that if Nekoyama-san were to become like Sadogashima-san, I - I would be completely destroyed. I don’t want to think about anything else. I don’t want to think anymore. I just want you to leave me alone.”

It is often the smallest and simplest of events that leads to a complete breakdown of the mind.

A little stimulation is all that is needed to completely shred the taut rubber. It was only a matter of time before this happened.

The most responsible and serious people are the strongest, but the most fragile.

For a high school student who has not yet matured mentally, it was too much for him to take on the burden that comes with living in the degrading prison of another world.