Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

September 19th, Day of Respect for the Elderly. I, Kotaro Takagawa, a sophomore attending the private White Ridge School, naturally enjoy the holidays on this national holiday. Specifically, we go to the center of the city, we play games, we play comics, we fish light novels.

Most of all, being a typical student who only works in the Literature and Arts Department and only gets monthly pennies from his parents, I don't have that much money to spend on a single purchase. As a student with a little nerd, well, isn't that the one that deserves a minute? There is originally a kettle spot, and I am not dissatisfied with the current state of the economy.

"I think it's time to go home"

When I bought only one Lanobe for sale this month and left the big bookstore, Yang already started leaning across the mountain, dyeing the sunny early autumn sky in a sea color.

It was then that I started walking along the road, bonking my nagging thoughts, because I was coming shopping alone, I felt like I had learned a little bit of anomaly in that sunset sky, etc.

"Hey, don't touch me!

Even if I can't say that, like ripping silk, nuancedly I could hear a woman close to screaming.

If I had noticed, I would have peered into the alley where I heard the voice out of curiosity.

"Oh, no..."

There was a half-expected but nevertheless astonishing sight of four men surrounding the two girls.

The two girls are imadoki old-fashioned sailor clothes. That's an undisputed White Ridge school uniform I go to, too. One looks like a semi-long pleasant, cute looking girl and the other a plain glasses girl with no standouts.

It would be the former who raised his voice. I could tell from this distance that the glasses were completely hip and pale.

"Dude, you don't have to hate me that much, we're pretty gentlemen looking like this, huh?

It's one of those guys who's involved with two girls at all costs. You look like this, gentlemen, etc., but no matter what they look like, Yankees or chimps. Oh, my God, where are they selling hoodies like those Davo Davo hip-hoppers?

But no matter how stereotype bad boys are, you can't be an idiot if you actually see them in front of you. They are high school students, just like me, which is also probably the infamous Black River Technical High School, commonly known as Black School.

"No, you can't. I don't care what you think."

I'm totally a game brain thinking at all about dealing with such a muscled Yankee Quadruple, just being a student at the same school, letting in a girl who doesn't even recognize her face, etc.

How am I supposed to stand up to that legion of good Gatai yankees against this poor boy who is one hundred and fifty-second centimeters tall and weighs forty-five kilos? Of course, even if it looks like this to me, I don't have any settings for being a master of Nantka fashion martial arts. It is a poor spec as it seems.

"Damn, I didn't see it, let's just say I didn't see anything..."

So who the hell can blame me for hitting the run hand here?

Look, I'm not the only one who's aware of this situation. The people who have been there since just now are passing by as if nothing had happened, although they turn their gaze to this alley for only a moment.

I'm not bad, and I don't think they're bad either. There are things that people can and cannot do.

Yeah, they're bad, too. No matter what they say, they're not vicious criminals who can kill and rape. The infamous black school, the only thing I'm saying is that I'll take care of the police by waging fights over and over again. Even those two girls will feel a little scared, but they will be released in the right place.

Thus, I finally decided to leave the scene and turned back my heels, meditating hard enough to contain my self-loathing, which was likely to overflow.

"Hey, did you just look at that?

"Ha!?

I look back unexpectedly to the waiting voice I was called out of the blue. The sight of the foursome, who should have been obsessed with tangling with the two girls, turned towards me at the same time.

"No, you know, I..."

"Oh, what, is this my daughter's twat?

Lightly blocking my diligent excuses, they went on to say whatever they wanted.

"Heh, sweetie, I'm better off with my daughter over here"

"Bakka, you, I don't care what you think, man."

"Are you serious? It's just a little manly."

"Huh? What? Goddamn it, I'm losing confidence in either one of them."

You guys are the fuzzy ones, I don't care where I'm from - and it's painful not to say.

My face is neutral, sounds good to me, but that's not why I'm such a wacky red-faced beautiful boy.

Big eyes, but jito eyes like ill-eyed wildcats. She has a slightly thicker brow and a less cute face. I'm never a beautiful girl, but one in my class has these subtle daughters, about the same level.

Now with a little more height, you could still be judged a man, but unfortunately a small, luxurious figure that just seems stunted. Because of the narrow shoulder width and somewhere rounded, it is no longer easy to see the silhouette alone. Slightly longer hair may also be a cause of confusion about gender. I'm not going to change it, though. Short makes me look too much like a kid.

Then the current outfit isn't just a slightly larger white hoodie in jeans and a fashion that attaches to masculine appeal.

But for now, what I need in this situation is not to complain about my true gender, but a response that cuts through this place.

Perhaps even if they keep running and running, they'll come after them with interest. We have to stand around here somewhat peacefully so that this place can fit in.

"Oh, that! Those two are my friends, and I've been planning on hanging out with everyone in my class!

Name it, I've got a class of guys waiting for my back. Operation. I still think it's more realistic than Operation "It's This Way Officer" with a tick or a bee, but I don't know.

"Oh, yeah? I'm sorry. Cancel your appointment."

I couldn't.

"Uh, no, that's... troubling"

"Fine, you're friends with these two, too, right? Come with us, I'll adore you, man or woman. Come on."

Well, my spine freezes on the dialogue of the first brown-haired, long-haired man who certified me as a woman. Koitsu, you're both good-looking cunts!

Shit, this better get away with a dash without thinking about it later. I roll into that convenience store I see across the street and say, "Help! If I scream, I can handle it, though it's unusual. Worst case scenario, maybe they'll call the police.

And the policies and bodies of the action are inverted one hundred and eighty degrees, and they rush out at once without waving their eyes.

"Phew!

But what a first step the death escape hit a cripple and my body rolled onto the cold streets as I raised my pitiful damaging voice. Ouch.

"Is that you, possibly Peach River?

Wow, my hands on the fallen clap are rubbing off, and I'm half-eyed with tears. I get a refreshing tenor voice from over my head. If you raise your gaze reflexively, there are two familiar faces there.

"Oh, Aoshi, you and Tendo."

"Are you okay? I think I fell flashy."

"Leave me alone, I'm sorry I let you get away with it."

It's a cliché, but a hell of a handsome guy stands there.

To say a dialogue that worries me is Yudo Aoi.

The sweet mask of idle face loss there on a slurring long length is so much that even a man falls in love. A girl would surely fall in love.

In contrast, to say that you shot slightly spicy but targeted is another big boy with a different charm than Aoshi.

His name is Ryuichi Tendo.

He has a large figure with disappointing muscles on his back length that exceeds one hundred and ninety centimeters. Its creepy, its face is not like gorilla, it is a sharp eyed wild looking guy who even looks good on dyed blonde hair.

The two of them are dressed in the same school run, although it is the dress that is different, and if you look at it, you can tell they are students at White Ridge School as well as the two girls. Most of all, these two are famous in school, so no student knows their face. More importantly, I'm a classmate with them, so I wouldn't be wrong to look at them even if they were in personal clothes.

"Oh, yeah, it's okay about me, help those two over there"

Rise and shine, showing an alley in which a total of six men and women grovel. It will be obvious what the situation is now.

"Shit, they're from black school"

Sounds like it.

You see, you got it.

Aoshi has a martial arts legend that you helped the students of the White Ridge, both male and female, many times tangled in defects, and Heavenly Dow has a legend that you bugged ten defects by yourself. If there were two cheat statuses this god has given both two and three things, it wouldn't matter, such as the Yankee Quadruple.

"Well, here I am."

"Damn, I ran into another nasty smell. Yodo, when I'm with you, it's always this."

"Don't say that, Ryuichi. Our students are involved, we need to help them quickly."

Apparently, you're not seeing me anymore. Fortunately, all the Yankee Quartet are forgetting about me, thanks to the sobering appearance of a pair of too conspicuous handsome men.

No, only that brown-haired long-haired guy has a shameful gaze at me leaving. Ugh, disgusting...

Whatever it is, this is how I got out of my predicament.

Oh, pity for you everywhere. What a lowlife I am compared to those two. Such self-loathing is about to spring up unexpectedly. But it's not disgust or regret, it's just a mistake.

Me and them are different. No face, no head, no physical strength, no spiritual strength. I'm sure, even good luck.

But I wouldn't be pessimistic about that. The vast majority of the world is not a superior figure in everything like them. That they're just too special.

Because I see it nearby, I just get a little glare in my eyes, and that's not normal.

I have lived and will live a life worthy of my abilities. What a lovely event in that deserving life to magnificently help the girl involved in the defect.

This one, yes, turned out I didn't get a single punch, and I was able to undress the place safely. Besides the help of the two heroes in, the girl is helpful, the defect is a success, a perfect happy ending.

I'm just a mob character who happened to be there, a boy student. And there's no way I'm dissatisfied with that place. There must be no such thing.

Like them, heroes, brave men, that kind of role I can never do.