I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

“me?”

Confused at the sudden designation, I looked at Sasha.

Then Sasha shrugged and asked brazenly, “Is there something wrong?”

“This isn’t some kind of class president election, but it’s a little bit pushed back by recommendations…”

Then the class leader next to him pushed his glasses up and said.

“By the way, I also became the class president by recommendation.”

“……”

Then I have nothing to say?

As I was staring at the two of them as I became dumb with honey, Rika showed interest.

“I don’t think it’s bad for Ryu-chan to participate, right? Karen?”

“Um, well. That would be fun.”

Now it seemed like everyone was uniting and trying to put me on stage.

The reason these guys are suddenly doing this is probably because of something that happened before.

As I was hesitating not knowing what to do, the MC intervened at the right time.

“Well, then, how about doing this. Play a simple game with me, and if I win, I participate, and if that person wins, I don’t participate.”

“What game?”

“Like a man, I play with rock, paper, scissors.”

Surely that wouldn’t be bad.

It was a time when I was deeply admiring the skillful progress of MC.

“Are you taking any additional applications?”

Suddenly, Yaguchi, who had been quiet, raised his hand.

“Yes! Of course!”

“What!”

Ryuji was startled by whether he had a bad feeling when he saw it.

“I want to recommend this person too.”

And, not surprisingly, what Yaguchi recommended was Ryuji, who was sitting right next to him.

“Wait! Not a word of my participation!”

“I have no veto.”

“…Yep.”

Ryuji, pushed by her momentum, quietly accepted her fate.

Still, the participation in the tournament was not decided yet, so there was still a glimmer of hope.

“Then the man here will also play rock, paper, scissors with me.”

The MC, watching our conversation, skillfully arranged the situation and raised his right hand above his head.

“Raise your hands over your head so others can see the results.”

As directed, I raised my right arm above my head.

“Well then, shall we start?”

As a result, the atmosphere of the stadium naturally heats up.

“scissors.”

Everyone shouts after the MC.

“rock.”

What is this, I swallowed my saliva with tension without realizing it.

“paper!!”

Eventually, the result is–

“Yes! It took a while to get field participants, but we’re starting the Onzoku Beach Swimsuit Contest again!”

“I’ll turn.”

It was my defeat.

***

I couldn’t even say that I wasn’t going out now because I lost even rock-paper-scissors in front of everyone.

In the end, I was semi-forced to participate in the swimsuit contest due to the accusation of trying to have a meeting with female college students.

“…you can do it.”

“…okay.”

And Ryuji was also forced to participate.

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Maybe it’s not just bad luck, it’s the love-comedy laws that brought us on stage.

As Ryuji and I are midway participants, we were placed in the last order.

“Wow!”

I felt it while watching behind the scenes, but the appeal time of 3 minutes per person was much longer than I thought.

At first glance, it may seem like a short period of time, but if you think about presentations and group presentations, it is also incredibly long.

Because it’s a job you have to do in front of dozens of unknown people.

Even thinking about it again, I don’t think this is right for me, and I see people in swimsuits using all kinds of dragons on stage.

“Participant number 17! Where are you from!”

“Oh, my name is Kenichi Yoshida, who runs a small fitness center in Tokyo.”

The coppery-skinned muscular man naturally took a pose while saying that.

side chest.

A pose that emphasizes the pectoral, biceps, and calf muscles.

At first glance, it looks like an athlete’s body.

He probably had experience in competing.

“What motivated you to participate in this competition?!”

“I heard that the swimsuit contest at Onzoku Beach is quite popular in this area. Some of you I know have come here before and won a championship, so I was curious and participated.”

As the man said that, he gave a handsome smile that revealed his white dry teeth.

Then the screams of women erupted from the audience.

It was just the award of a trainer who was popular with women at the gym.

Ryuji, who was watching the scene with me from the side, said.

“Not as good as you, but he has great muscles.”

Then, the alien ghost floating on Ryuji’s back gave a bad review.

“Heh, yes, that’s just a show-off muscle. I can’t find any practicality.”

It’s definitely not meant to be me, but I wore the damage together.

In fact, what would he say if he found out that I was also a muscle made at the gym?

But the fact that he was visible had to be kept secret, so he couldn’t open his itchy mouth.

Anyway, thanks to the skillful progress of the stage MC, three minutes passed in an instant, and a person named Kenichi Yoshida came down from the stage.

Wearing a trunk swimsuit, he glanced at me as he went down the stairs.

It looked like it was searching, but I pretended not to know and turned my gaze away.

Because I thought it would be awkward if I just talked to him.

Fortunately, his gaze disappeared quickly, and around the time he disappeared from view, a voice from the MC called the next person was heard on the stage.

“how how!”

A female participant in a bikini standing in front of the stairs was restless and kept thinking about what to do, and then went out on stage with a creaking robot-like gait.

Of course, it would be natural that the three-minute appeal failed.

Ryuji and I, who watched the black history being made right in front of our eyes, decided to go out and never do anything outrageous.

***

It seemed like it would never come, but in the end it was my turn to leave.

Ryuji, who was in turn right in front of me, caught the audience’s attention by showing acrobatic-like tumbling movements during the three-minute charm appeal time.

After learning judo for over 10 years at Yaguchine Dojo, he was definitely very good at using his body.

Do I have to say that it has flexibility unlike me who is stiff overall?

He really was like a boy cartoon character.

“Okay then! The last participant, number 28, please!”

“Cheer up! Yooseong-ah!”

“…okay.”

He goes up on stage with the support of Ryuji, who is not very helpful.

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Maybe it was because the preliminary round had already been going on for nearly an hour and a half, and the spectators who watched were also showing signs of exhaustion.

And the judges, too, seem to be gloomy.

Well, usually contests like this come to see pretty noonas, so it’s not that I don’t understand.

As I went out to the center of the stage, the MC approached me and put the mic in.

“Now, the last participant is a man who participated on the spot earlier! Please tell us your age, name, and where you came from!”

I was embarrassed by the burdensome microphone protruding in front of me, but I meekly accepted his request.

“Uh… My name is Kim Yu-seong, a 17-year-old high school student from Setagaya-ku, Tokyo.”

Then the audience begins to roar.

“What’s your voice…”

“Seven years old? With that face?”

“Are you kidding me?”

It seems like you don’t really believe what I’m saying.

However, there was no way to prove that I was a high school student at this stage, so when I quietly kept my mouth shut, the MC burst out an exaggerated laugh and said in an attempt to dispel such an atmosphere.

“Hahahaha! How popular is the swimsuit contest, now it seems that even foreigners are participating in the contest!”

Perhaps they mistook me for a tourist, but I didn’t feel the need to correct it now, so I stayed still.

“Okay! Now, the three-minute charm appeal time! What kind of charm will you show Kim Yu-seong from Korea!”

As the MC said that, he naturally laid the plate.

“……”

Now it’s up to me to get the audience’s response.

“Whoa-“

I took a few deep breaths to relieve the tension.

Then he took off the t-shirt he was wearing above.

Tuk!

As a result, what was revealed was an excessively muscular body.

I felt a strange sense of liberation from the sea breeze hitting my skin.

Then, naturally, he turned his back and took a pose.

Just like the person I saw earlier, Kenichi Yoshida, did it on stage.

However, contrary to expectations, the reaction of the audience was strangely cold.

In the midst of a deadly silence, someone from the judges’ seat rose from his seat.

“It’s God…!”

Its true identity was the uncle of the owner whom I had met earlier at the house by the sea.

He clapped alone and muttered with emotion on his face.

“The god of muscles has descended on the earth…!”

It was a nonsensical story, but no one pointed it out.

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Maybe it’s because his daughter-in-law isn’t here to tackle his behavior.

As if contagious to his actions, the crowd started to applaud one by one.

“Waa!!”

Suddenly, the sound of applause grew like thunder and filled the small hall.

‘what? What’s going on?’

I only took one pose, but in response to such a violent reaction as if I had won a gold medal in the Olympics, I stood still, not knowing what to do.