My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected

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"What exactly happened?"

"You were reborn into this world so you could fight alongside me, right?"

No, not at all.

"Let me apologize for mistaking you for a commoner. I was truly mistaken."

"Uh, yes, I am a commoner."

"At this moment, I have regained memories from a distant past. Yes, I remember you were indeed by my side. My beloved sword—Great Perfection of Light… that was your past life, wasn't it!"

"At least set my past life as human."

"Come, my companions! Let us conquer the world once more, just as we have in the past! Together with me, the Swordsman General! Hahahaha!"

Hachiman Daibosatsu coldly watched me as I burst into laughter. His gaze was as if he were staring at a tapeworm, not at all like that of a bodhisattva.

"...Ashikaga Yoshiteru was indeed known as the Sword Master Shogun. I think it's a good basis for his character design."

"Hmm?"

"But on the other hand, it can also be seen as you avoiding relying on original settings to win. That makes sense, borrowing settings from historical facts is faster and easier."

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

I accidentally coughed loudly, but Hachiman Hikigaya continued:

"Also, the Great Prajna Nagamō that Ashikaga Yoshiteru used for a while is still kept in a museum in Tokyo. Isn't that my past life?"

"Gomora Gomora!"

"If we add the element of Hachiman Daisatsu, the whole thing is riddled with plot holes!"

"Jetton Jetton!"

"What kind of cough is that?"

Despite it being our first meeting, his criticism was merciless. I was a little hurt.

Who exactly is this guy? Does he even have any social skills? Are humans capable of such disrespect? Are they the kind of creatures who can casually call someone's belly big?

"I... I won't speak, do you think I'm mute...!"

"You did speak. Didn't you call out the monster's name?" (Note 13)

"Apologize to me immediately! Apologize to Yi Hui! And apologize to that Yi Hui too!"

"It's annoying."

"Hmm! Take this, Thor!"Shattering Fist』! "

"Ouch—it hurts so much. And it's so cringeworthy."

The marginalized person, who hadn't even been infected yet, gave this kind of response, ignoring me and quickly leaving. The PE teacher had called everyone together sometime earlier.

Soon after, our volleyball lesson began, and we didn't talk again until the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

After class, he simply said "Bye" and quickly went into the school building. Like Anna, I could only grit my teeth and watch his receding figure. (Note 14)

"Hachiman Hikigaya... I didn't expect Soubu High School to have someone like him."

The voice that came out unconsciously was hoarse from playing volleyball. His gym uniform was also soaked with sweat.

What an amazing man, but we'll never see each other again. Wait, we still have to go to PE class, so maybe we'll meet again.

"That guy kept telling me to go get the ball..."

That was how I met Hachiman Hikigaya.

A few days later, physical education class came again.

"My friend took the day off again today, so I ended up being the only one left by chance, coincidence, and miracle."

Whether it was a cruel twist of fate or not, Hachiman Hikigaya and I were in the same group again. Just as I was approaching him step by step in the same Kabaddi style as last time, staring at him, the gym teacher gave that instruction.

"I told you not to make excuses."

"Hehehe, Hachiman Hikigaya... It seems we really were destined to meet in a past life. Come on, help me with my stretches! My back is in your hands now!"

I sat down on the floor with my legs spread apart, and Hachiman Hikigaya sighed. I thought I heard him muttering, "This guy is so annoying," but I was probably just imagining things.

"Hmm, it's nice to be served so attentively by your attendants. Does it remind you of those days? The distant past when we devoted everything to loyalty to our master and fought endlessly."

"It's a change of personnel. Now it's your turn to serve me, my attendant."

"uh-huh."

I really wanted to tell him to commit seppuku right now, but I had no choice but to help him stretch. We'd only met twice already, and this man really didn't know how to be polite.

After we quietly finished our stretching exercises, class began.

Today was also volleyball class.

"I'm not good at volleyball. If I accidentally use all my strength in an attack, the ground might explode. It's hard to control the power."

"Oh, really. Thank you for your hard work."

"I'm not good at football either. If I accidentally shoot with all my might, the goalkeeper might be reduced to atoms. That's how powerful the impact is."

Good luck with the World Cup!

"I'm not good at tennis either. If I accidentally activate the Wood Piercing Field, one or two Birch Baskets (Note 15) are nothing to me."

"Don't use 'only' as a measure word for birch land."

While watching other people's matches, I chatted with Hachiman Hikigaya.

...Only now do I realize that he never took the initiative to talk to me.

Despite his terrible attitude, he would at least reply to me a few times. But he almost never started a conversation himself.

Is this why marginalized people remain marginalized? Even though it's none of my business, I'm genuinely worried about his future. Is this guy's unapproachable aura stronger than mine?

"Have you always been like this? It'll be hard for you to survive in society like this."

"Don't worry. I'm only this casual with you."

"Hmm? Why are you so cold to me? Are you the type who can't help but want to bully the general you like? No problem, tell me the reason."

"That's exactly what I mean by that."

"Hmm."

"There should be a limit to chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)."

"Hmm."

Even though we've only known each other for a few days, I've already realized something.

Is this guy named Hachiman Hikigaya... suffering from high school syndrome?

He said I had chuunibyou (middle school syndrome). This term refers to someone who fantasizes about the abilities depicted in comics, anime, and games, and pretends to have those abilities themselves.

"High school sophomore syndrome" mainly refers to the symptoms of becoming abnormally realistic after overcoming "chuunibyou" (middle school syndrome) due to a rebound effect. It includes disliking one's former chuunibyou self and having a particularly contemptuous attitude towards others.

If that's the case, he's being incredibly foolish.

A marginalized person is just a marginalized person, isn't he? What's the difference between you and me? It's just the difference between having the same illness all the time and getting a new one! Even though I really am a swordsman general!

"Heh heh heh, Hachiman Hikigaya... I've figured you out completely. How could someone of your caliber possibly conquer the world! No retreat! No flattery! No turning back! That's what a general is all about!"

"That's not a general, that's the Holy Emperor..." (Note 16)

The outsider impatiently refuted my strong argument. That's exactly why you've become an outsider!

"I'll repeat myself as many times as you want! The general won't back down!"

"You're the kind of person who scares people away, aren't you?"

"No flattery!"

"Because flattery is useless. It will only make you more disgusting."

"No turning back!"

"Please, turn over a new leaf. I'm serious."

"You, you stupid apprentice—!" (Note 17)

The high school sophomore gave another rude response, just as I glared at him with an aura that seemed designed to petrify him.

A volleyball hit me squarely on the side of my head; I thought my face was going to explode.

"Ugh, pfft!" (Note 18)

I heard a voice saying "Oh, I'm sorry," and then I collapsed to the ground in a starfish position. I will have endless regrets in this life (Note 19).

Looks like the ball, hit hard during the match, accidentally flew off to another spot and hit me. Who has such terrible technique?! Can't you just keep playing like nothing happened?!

I felt a tingling sensation in my cheeks, and stared blankly at the blue sky for a while.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

Hachiman Hikigaya peered over to observe my expression and poked me with a twig. This guy dared to poke the unparalleled swordsman general like he was pooping on a piece of shit.

"Phew, I was too careless... I couldn't see anything... including your face..."

"Wasn't it because your glasses fell off?"

"He can't even sit up..."

"Isn't it because your belly is too big?"

"I can't even lift my face...wait, I really can't."

"Oops, I stepped on your hair. Who told you to keep it so long and tie it up?"

"What are you doing?!"

He ignored me as I sat up and roared, and strode towards the PE teacher.

After about ten seconds of conversation, Hachiman Hikigaya walked back to my side. Unexpectedly, he reached out his hand to me, who was still sitting on the ground.

"Can you stand up? The teacher said you can go to the infirmary."

"Oh, you... you're actually worried about me? Hehehe, I didn't expect you to show this cute side like this. Although it's not cute at all, I'll forgive you."

"Thanks to you, I have an excuse to skip class."

...Never forgive.

After that, I had Hachiman Hikigaya help me leave the playground. As soon as we entered the school building, he quickly let go of me and said, "Can you walk by yourself? Even if you can't, walk by yourself."

It seems this guy's personality is completely rotten, not just his eyes. If he played a fighting game, he'd probably beat a newbie to death with combos without batting an eye.

However, I began to develop an inexplicable interest in this man named Hachiman Hikigaya.

The swordsman general's intuition tells me. He must be one of my kind. He understands my jokes; he's a resident of this side.

Knowing the Holy Emperor, having played "Nobunaga's Ambition," and even knowing Kabaji are the most obvious pieces of evidence.

If this man truly suffers from "high school sophomore syndrome," he likely had "chuunibyou" (middle school syndrome) in the past. He might very well be a reclusive guy named Gu, immersed in subcultures.

At this moment, could you please reclaim the self you were back then?

Could you please bring back that pure and innocent you, the you who spent three days and three nights seriously agonizing over whether to marry Bianca or Flora (Note 20)?

When this wish comes true—we might become friends.

This guy might actually try to be cute for me.

At that time, we may well welcome a future where we also communicate in places outside of physical education class. May we live long, healthy, and peaceful lives.

I don't really like building close relationships with people, but it's harmless to have someone at school who can chat with me about how charming the female character in this season's anime is. I just want someone to talk to.

Therefore, I decided to observe this man for a while longer... I walked down the corridor leading to the infirmary and made up my mind.

I looked at the glass window next to me, and my own reflection was shown in it.

There were marks on his face from being hit by a volleyball.

A few days later, it was time for physical education class again.

The moment the PE teacher told everyone to pair up, I used my high-speed Kabaddi to approach Hachiman Hikigaya.

The guy looked around frantically, trying to find another partner, but it was too late. I caught him anyway.

"Hehehe, what a coincidence, Hachiman Hikigaya. My friend just happens to be here today—"