After the brick flew into the bastard's head, I lost all my strength and fell to the ground, trying somehow not to fall and unlike the last time, I felt much worse now, if I may say so. I didn't feel any pain or any malaise, no weakness or other unpleasant feelings. I just couldn't even feel anything with my hands now, they had lost almost all sensitivity and unlike last time my vision was completely gone and I couldn't see anything but darkness, there was no point in even talking about hearing, as the only thing I heard was silence and the only thing I had to do was look at the timer that showed [9:35].
As disgusting as it was to say, his experience played right into my hands. He was probably used to people usually passing out or worse after he hit, letting him do whatever he could, so he just wasn't expecting someone my age to have this kind of stamina. And that alone allowed me to get to him without any problems. And the only thing that made the task harder was the heaviness of my whole body, it felt as if a potion of slowness or slowness had been thrown on me, but that was probably the effect of my stamina being reduced by 70%, and everything else, oddly enough, was quite in a clear state of mind and condition.
I spent the rest of the time in roughly that state, I really wasn't sure exactly in which one, because I couldn't look or feel, but then when the timer reached [1:00], some sounds began to penetrate my ears that I couldn't normally make out, and my vision began to show some light spots, which was already starting to feel good. And at a slow pace for the rest of that minute, my normal state began to return to me and for the remaining 20 seconds I could already make out what my name was saying, and I didn't have to think much about who was saying it.
"Yasuke!!!" - a voice burst into my ears. "Wake up, please. I'm begging you. Please."
"I'm fine." - I said dryly. "Just a little stunned."
When I said that I tried to wipe my eyes as a habit, but at head level my hand met something that prevented me from reaching my eyes. So, the only thing left for me to do was to open them and the first thing I saw was concrete. As I began to lift my eyes, I saw that the object that was in my way was the hands ------ that were holding my cheeks. Walking the length of my arms my eyes looked up into her face. It was shattered in several places and her eyes were wet, you could see that she was trying her best to hold back the tears and now they looked like the eyes of an anime girl about to cry. Which she basically did.
She came at me and closed her hands behind my back, nailing into my flesh, and her other flesh fell onto my chest, which I of course gentlemanly ignored, and didn't notice at all. Her head dropped to my shoulder, and in that same moment I felt the place getting wet, and the entire alleyway was filled with mixed cries of despair and happiness. Which was understandable, just about ten minutes ago an accident had happened to her that could have caused her a lot of moral and physical harm, and there was no desire to even speculate where more harm it would have caused.
My arms wrapped around her bare shoulders, trying, as hard as I could, to hold her to me. It's a damn cliché situation, the hero saving the princess again, and of course I'm sure it wasn't all without my luck. I wouldn't want ------ to go through such an experience, she is the closest person to me after all, but... but as selfish as my thoughts are right now, maybe it will somehow affect the plot of this whole world. After all, when the world collapses, there will be many more moments like this, and many worse things. Or maybe, on the contrary, it will influence her decision to plunge the world into Ultimate despair. Fuck.
The next thing I noticed after I looked up was that motherfucker. You could tell by the wound on his head that the blow was very, very serious, and by his eyes that never closed and his chest that stopped moving with every breath hinted that the blow I delivered was final for him, which was a little funny even.
I have seen many corpses, both in my past life and in this one, and in this one even more than in my past life, I have dissected quite a few corpses, I have dug into a lot of living people, but not a single person has died near me, all my patients have been alive. Yes, some people I knew died, but it was a natural process, people are born and die. But this was a completely different case. I personally killed a man. It was hard to call him a human being after what he had done, but a human being nonetheless. And it was painful, I always wanted to help people, not kill them, in any situation. I think it was the only right thing to do. The system, of course, silences quite a lot of emotions, which is nice, it will be much easier for me to endure, this whole situation, all the fear I experienced for ------, I don't ever want to experience it again.
For me, of course, it would be easy, but for the girl who was still crying in my arms, it was too hard. Unknowingly, my hands squeezed the girl tighter. I promise myself that I won't let anything happen to her, even if she does everything that was in canon, I won't let her end up like she did in the original story. Even the writers themselves said she wasn't sick, she just was. So most likely my actions don't change her, they just change her attitude towards me. No matter what she commits, I will protect her.
"I promise." - I said out loud.
And as if she knew what I meant, ------ only hugged me even tighter in agreement, though it seemed like where else.
But right now, I had another task. Mine personally. To understand and be sure of something. [History]. I opened a tab I hadn't opened practically since I was born and began to read through each notification. Between the message that I had been stunned and the fact that the stun had passed, there were only two notifications. [Status updated!] and [Obtained Blunt Weapon Skills]. And it wasn't hard to guess whose status had been changed, but that wasn't the message I was waiting for with a clenched heart. And the fact that it wasn't there lifted a huge weight of thought and reflection from my shoulders.
There was no message about adding experience and the fact that I had killed someone. Luckily for me, that could only mean one thing. The people around me were not part of the system. All those emotions and feelings they were experiencing were real, not made by the system. Which might explain why I, like the rest of the Gamers, didn't have the [Analysis] skill. The world around me was a real place, not personally my game. The grip that had squeezed my heart because I thought everything going on around me was fake was loosened.
I think if I could cry, I would cry now. It would hurt to know that I was the only real person with my own emotions and feelings and not a prescribed bot. But as much as I was overwhelmed with curiosity about my updated status, where does it go from there? It's broken as it is. [Attitude].
[------ -------] [Alive]
[Status: Exhausted/ Exhausted]
[Attitude: _$#%;*:-?#&,$}$_)%*}...:#...;; "#"...????... ...::##:?#....:#?{$})]}@~-#?@)(=)]
[Description: If she sells her soul to a demon, he must first ask for her soul from you. *What?* *What?* *What?* *What?* *What?* *What?** Yandere will seem like a normal person. She is ready to cut off your limbs and take care of you for the rest of your life. No matter what you do you will always be an Ultimate of Perfection to her. She feels close to you as if you are *not* found. The words fidelity/love/adherence/devotion/appreciation seem to be nothing].
[Warning: there is a 100% chance of the user's soul following him after death!!!]
(From the author: this is the point I need to explain. It won't affect the story in any way. In this version of the story. First, I wanted the main character to go after death to the world of My Hero Academia with slightly erased memories. Where he learns in the story that AFO is a son by Junko and OFA by Kyoko. And that he himself died from one user's quirks, showing that even if he were superhuman then, he couldn't be equal to a person with quirks. Also, with him should have been Junko as the consciousness of his quirk. But I decided to make a harem of 4 people, so that wouldn't happen. But just imagine a moment like this when AFO tries to steal his quirk and his mother is there).
..... I got the hidden hint of the system not to come in here again. I haven't seen anything and I don't know anything, and on [Warning] I can't read at all. I can't read at all. But I got the strange urge to throw it away, which of course I'm not going to do, but still. I should make a note to see if I can grow my own limbs or sew them back on. Just in case.
After another ten minutes, the girl in my arms began to calm down; you couldn't tell if she was really calming down or just crying out everything she had. I pulled her away from me and looked into her eyes to try to support her and see if she was okay. At the same time, trying to hold back from looking at her rippling breasts. I want to, I don't want to, and every man has instincts that make us look there, even if all your feelings and desires are suppressed, it is somewhere on a principled level. Although every man knows we're just testing women's hearts that way, it's not our fault the heart and chest are on the same level.
Looking into her ------- eyes and wiping a track of tears with my finger I continued to look at her with a question to which she only nodded and said nothing, letting the girl out of my arms I got up on my feet, seeing as ------ trying to cover her charms with her hands, while firmly pressing her hips together so as not to show even more. Trying not to pay attention to the newly baked corpse, I finally found what I was looking for, which was the things we came here with, they were lying in the same place where I was knocked out, which makes sense.
As I approached them, I started rummaging through them while not caring about all the stuff. And without taking long I finally found the item I was looking for, namely the white dress that fit her the most during our shopping, well, that I liked the most. It was unremarkable and didn't have a single pattern on it, but for some reason it suited her best than all those dresses with jewelry and pretty patterns.
After pulling it out of the things that had turned to junk in a moment, I went back to ------. Giving her the dress in her hands and showing maximum decency I turned away and let her change, and after I felt a pat on the back I turned around. All the beauty and light she had been draining all day was gone, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were bruised and red from crying. I'd never seen her in such a state and even the day I invited her to my house she looked better.
She just looked at me with silent incomprehension. Reaching out to her, I stroked her hair to which she just reached for my hand and pressed it harder against her head. With my other hand I simultaneously began to try and brush her hair on one side as much as possible, when she realized what I was doing she began to brush the other side still looking at me and I did the same in return.
Taking my hand off her head, I lowered it to take her hand, which she incredibly liked, and led her out of the alley and home. In doing so, unnoticed by her and at the same time trying to fence myself off from all sides, I touched the rock with which I had smashed the man's head with my foot. To which the system instantly responded and put the brick in my inventory. Then I threw it away into the river. I doubt very much that no one has not learned about this incident, blackmail will not yet of course, but it certainly will be remembered. But that was not the point, and the point was that the idea of testing my blood had never occurred to me, and I did not think to obtain skills related to hematology or genetics, so I was not sure if my blood was normal or if there might be something wrong or even non-human in it. So, it was worth reassuring myself just in case.
After I got home and we were greeted by Mukuro who seemed to sense that something was wrong with us. I handed ------ to her sister hoping that a woman's support from her could help a lot more than my inept moves and urges. After Mukuro had explored every inch of ------'s body and I had already done my professional work and repaired all the damage done, the girls went into the shower to clean up ------ and then I heard the TV in my former room running all night and all the candy we had in the fridge magically disappeared overnight.
The stuff we bought today was left lying in the same alley with the dead man, which made me come back here the next day, well that was my excuse, in fact I wanted to check if I had left anything behind, the blood seemed to be only on my head and didn't have time to hit the ground, but maybe I might have missed something because of the tense moment.
When I came back to the same place, I was faced with an unpleasant sight, namely, that as the things along with the corpse were gone, even all the blood that had spilled from the corpse was gone, and what about the blood, even the garbage cans were empty, and looking at the alley it felt as if a horde of maids had worked on it. They work fast, though, which means there's nothing I can do about it. But I don't think anything bad will happen to my luck.
(It's been a few more months.) (From the author: I got confused about time so that's why, although I wasn't following.)
Oddly enough, I was in the game center playing games, but oddly enough I got skills for playing games, so after a quick run through them all, I stuck with the one I liked best, which was darts. Which was pretty easy with my accuracy and I always hit the bull's-eye without exception, or other numbers if I needed to close out missing points. It's even safe to say that if I wanted to, I could easily hit past darts. And each game gave me a pretty good increase in skill and by the end of the day I had to get it all the way up, I really don't know why I needed the accuracy bonuses from it, but okay.
Oddly enough, but because of my accuracy and exceptional series of victories, I have gathered around a fairly large number of people, as well as children who are on day off came to play, and adults who came with children, as well as employees of the center. And almost with each of my shot they were making excited sighs and looked at me without taking their eyes off me, but of course it did not affect me a bit. So, playing the last game I finished the game to the disappointed shouts of people.
After taking all the winning tickets that I fell out, and they were quite a large number, I went to the point of exchange of tickets for toys, though I do not know how he called, but I think it is clear. I went there with a whole bunch in my hands and began to consider everything that was on the shelves, as well as expensive items for which I had enough money, and the cheap ones among which I found something interesting.
They were hair clips. A pair consisting of a red and white bow and a cute smiling bunny. And like ------ had something similar, until she changed them to her Monokuma side hairpins. So as weird as it sounds it was the only right choice, the rest of what was here didn't really grab my attention, especially with the paycheck I was starting to get now. Plus, it would be nice enough and fit ------, especially after she went on her destiny and became {} and to my pride she even {} and started {} her face on {}, so now her face could be seen quite often on {} which made her start getting stopped by people on the street to ask for an autograph. So, it's safe to say she's following in the footsteps of her original specimen.
"Give me those hairpins over there." - I appealed to the salesman.
Without objecting or, saying anything, he reached for them and began to get them at the same time another boy with a small pile of tickets ran up to the meeting place.
"Give. Give. Give. Give." - he began to repeat, pointing to the robot on the remote control that stood in the center of the entire kiosk and cost exactly 2,000 tickets, and if you looked closely at the boy, you could tell that the pile of tickets he now had was not enough to buy him. To this insistence, the salesman had no choice but to turn around and look at the guy.
"You came in ten minutes ago. And like I told you last time, you're short on that amount." - The salesman said with doom, it was obvious this wasn't the first time this guy had come in.
"What? But I spent all my pocket money? How could it not be enough?" - The kid said with obvious childish naivete.
"Here you go." - This had already been said to me when he gave me the hairpins. "Anything else?"
"Yes..." - I said thoughtfully. "Give me that robot."
I pointed to the very robot I should have had just enough for, according to my calculations. I didn't need anything else, and I didn't care, so I did my good deed for the day. At these words the salesman numbed on the spot, but because of his professionalism, fairly quickly walked away from it and reached for the robot, and the guy who was standing next to me looked at me with strange suspicious eyes, which had hearts in them.
A few seconds later the salesman returned with the robot he had taken off the podium and started to give it to me, but because of a slight nod toward the kid, he had already started pulling the robot toward him. Before he was halfway there, the robot teleported into the hands of the kid, who was already staring at the robot with the same expression, but without taking his eyes off the robot or blinking. Without waiting for him to react in any way, I simply turned around and walked away, putting the hairpins in my inventory without anyone noticing.
Because of a strange feeling before I left, I decided to turn around and look at the kid again. He still wasn't taking his eyes off the robot. He was probably my age, he was wearing a strange-looking jumpsuit that didn't look like a workman's suit, but clearly mimicked the style of one, and he had a hat on his head. His shoulder-length hair was black, and his eyes were the same color as his hair. He had thin eyebrows that almost reached down to his hairline, and his mouth opened in surprise to reveal pointed teeth that looked like shark teeth.
(From the author: it says on Wiki that he had dyed hair and lenses. So, there's that. I don't think he dyed his hair in junior high.)
After looking him all over, I was ready to fail on the spot if I was wrong, but it was definitely Kazuichi Soda, one of the "Survivor" characters from Part 2. True, the color of his hair and eyes didn't match, but maybe he'd just dye them later. I didn't want to linger any longer, so I left the room at a brisk pace, one might even say running. I had no desire to meet the canonical characters, at least it could affect the plot, which may not even exist anymore. But if anything, I could still meet him in high school. I don't have to be much older or younger than him.
It was now January, which meant that, three months left, three months until junior high and the transition to middle school. And with that anguish it would finally be over and new things would begin, which is what most students hate, which is homework, but I think I'll just blow it off. I don't think it will have much of an impact on MY grades, and I don't think anyone will want to screw me over. Of course, the Japanese are serious about it, but I'm no ordinary student.
We even got lucky, me and the girls will go to the same school, as luck would have it. The guardian enrolled me in a decent school, which was really a bit far from where I live, so I think it will be possible to buy or rent a new apartment closer, but anyway Mori-san enrolled the girls in the same school as me. Even after solving whatever problems, she can, she still helps us and comes over quite often too, to check on us and how we're doing, and to help the girls with women's problems, which of course you can talk to me about, I'm not practically the best doctor in Japan after all, but it was still pretty embarrassing for them to talk about it with a guy they know, especially one that you live under the same roof with. I think she also helped a lot after the moment in the alley...
Yeah..., that moment still had a pretty big impact on everything going on in the house. She's not really a bad person, but more confident, especially since Mukuro has been training a lot harder, and not just physically, but in general she's been practicing close combat, knife fighting, and shooting weapons. So, you could say she was already preparing for her "Ultimate Soldier" at full speed. All this she did in order to be able to defend ------ next time, or at least to be near, well that's what she said. Neither I nor ------ of course objected.
Strangely enough ------ was not affected as much, but still there was a noticeable little change in behavior. She certainly hasn't stopped going outside and is still pretty much going out for walks and even by herself, but even if you can see the end of the alley, she won't go down it. And how strange would it be to say it, she started looking for protection? After that moment she began to stand closer to me than usual, and her hand grabbed mine much more often.
The most noticeable thing was that two days later I woke up on my couch not alone, but logically with me asleep ------. Her whole body was pressed too tightly against me so I could feel her breathing, and the fact that she was wearing my T-shirt, which was bigger than her body would allow and slid down a bit, added too much fan service. One of her arms was wrapped around my neck and her leg was thrown over me. Because of the system, I couldn't catch the moment she was climbing into me, but once I was immersed in learning the skills again sitting on my laptop and at about 2 a.m., I felt someone start climbing on the couch and then flopped down next to me, threw her legs and arms around me and immediately fell asleep.
The funny thing was that she didn't even try to justify herself, she just shrugged her shoulders at my dumb question, as if that's how it was supposed to be, or even the way it was. Another strange fact was that Mukuro never managed to find out about it, I woke up before they both did, and between my waking up and Mukuro waking up, ------ managed to somehow disappear and end up in my bed. Of course, getting out from under her was quite difficult, but pleasant.
Finally, when I got home, I realized a strange thing, which was that no one was there. I went through all the rooms looking for someone on the way, put ------ hairpins on the bed, and not finding anyone, I went to the only place where there should be some information. The kitchen. On the fridge there's a note with a teddy bear magnet on it, written in beautiful ------ handwriting and then with a curly handwriting that says Mukuro words.
"♡ ♡ Gone to the store. o(>ω<)o ♡ ♡ ♡ Be back in a couple of hours. ♡ ♡(ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)" was clearly written ------.
"If you need anything, call me." - That's already Mukuro.
These emoticons from ------- were as cute as possible, and the hearts all over the sheet gave a cute vibe. Well and Mukuro, as always, was brief in her thoughts. Well, I think I still have about an hour, so it's safe to continue exploring, but I need to get gloves for that first. Going to the closet, I took out the usual black gloves, which did not allow me to look at the skin, well, which I bought quite recently.
Walking into the bathroom, I locked the door just in case and started to take off my shirt, which I didn't spend much time on and walking over to the mirror I looked at myself. Quite a handsome young man with shoulder length dark hair and blue eyes, my body was unfortunately still puny, pale skin that highlighted every contour and if there were abs it would have been even better. Everything was quite normal and even beautiful, except for one thing, but... There was a monstrous scar across my shoulder that told anyone who saw it that my arm had recently been torn off or rather cut off, judging by the edges of the wound.
It was quite large and the edges had not yet had time to heal, but to my professional eye, and to anyone who was not stupid, you could see one oddity, despite the seriousness of the wound, there was not a single stitch on it. It was as if the arm had just been glued in place and left there. Well, it was pretty much like that.
It wasn't the most pleasant experiment of my life, and what made it worse was that I was the subject, but I took my scalpel of one of the hardest metals in the Marvel world and cut off my arm, and with that scalpel it was monstrously easy, like a red-hot knife through butter. While doing so, of course, checking all the settings to the max and turning off the ones that could have had any effect at all. But that still couldn't save me from a slight panic, watching my hand fall silently to the floor. This was happening in the same bathroom I was standing in now, of course I had prepared everything so the blood wouldn't splash in all directions, and I was ready for any unexpected situation. I was even ready to sew my arm back on, but luckily, I didn't need to.
I didn't notice it right away, but I got a message that my limb had been severed and it would take 260,640 minutes or, if in months, six months to recover the arm. I also got a message telling me that the [Bleeding] effect had been applied to me, which would last two hours or until the wound was closed. So, if I lost a limb, I wouldn't have to worry about being crippled, but right now I wasn't comfortable with that. And of course, it would be desirable to have the arm in place right now so as not to cause unnecessary questions, at that too many questions, okay from the rest I can brush aside, but the loss of the arm is no way to justify, and its restoration even more so. Of course, I could say that I had invented something, and that I had developed a new formula for it, but then I would be required to show it, which of course I could not do.
So, raising my hand I leaned it back, hoping for the best and which was confirmed by the message that appeared.
[Injured!]
[Severe injury to left arm.]
[Type: cutting.]
[Timer: 20 160 minutes.]
[Hand control: 0%.]
[Debuff.
Your accuracy, strength, dexterity on the hand has been reduced by 100%. Every 2016 minutes your arm will be gradually restored by 10%]
The timer at the moment, of course, was showing much less time and five days left as opposed to the two weeks that were before. But every 33.6 hours my arm was gradually recovering and right now there was less than 40% left. Yes, in the beginning the scar looked much more monstrous than it does now. The first 10% I couldn't feel my arm at all and couldn't move it at all, which made it a completely useless burden, but luckily, I had enough for everything and my right arm. But I seemed to be able to hide it from the girls. About ------, of course, I am not sure; she could probably catch my scar, maybe even look at it, and the strange looks she threw at me also hinted at something. But he didn't say a word, so I was grateful to her for that.
And now, as unpleasant as it sounded, I had to keep experimenting with the same type of thing. I didn't know if the area of the wound affected the recovery time or if my regeneration affected the speed. So, without further thought I cut off my finger. Thankfully it didn't require much preparation, since I already knew it would be fine, and of course I could chop it off in the sink, so I wouldn't have to worry about blood everywhere. Leaning it back, I began to read the message.
[Severe injury to left ring finger.]
[Type: cutting.]
[Timer: 2,880 minutes.]
[Thumb control: 0%.]
[Debuff.
Sensitivity of your finger is lost. Every 288 minutes your finger will gradually regenerate by 10%]
(From the author: after rereading this point I realized it was very dumb, I should have done the opposite. But okay, it's cool).
More great news. The finger will take two days to recover, which means that the volume of the wounds also affects the recovery time, and a full recovery of the finger would take a month. I wonder if there are any skills that can speed up recovery or reduce bleeding time. It's certainly possible to try and even experiment, but no, there just isn't. I certainly don't feel any pain, but it's definitely not normal. Hell, I used to be afraid of the fact that I might stop being human, and now I can cut off my arms pretty easily, but whatever, it doesn't bother me much anymore. There's a reason they say a man adapts quickly to everything, after all. Okay. I think I should try to shorten my recovery time with medication, so tonight's night shift will be interesting.
(Skip time until the next morning.)
Oddly enough, I had no desire for a car ride today, so I decided to take a quiet walk back home and think about what happened tonight over the course of the night. As I assumed, well, which was pretty logical. If you apply a medical treatment like disinfectant treatment and trivial stitching to the injury, the recovery time would be significantly reduced, as the timer showed with a couple of hours left, so you could say that the treatment of the wound reduced the recovery time by about half. That couldn't be happier. Not sure if it would work on severed limbs, but I think that's enough experimentation for today, and I think it's time to end it.
In about the same thoughts I took a slow walk home, which took about an hour longer. But in principle I did not mind, sometimes it was nice to just walk around and not think about anything.
When I was already near the house, I noticed one suspicious thing that bothered me, and that was too expensive car for this area and something told me that this car was somehow connected with me, as the other apartments didn't have anything like that and in general my neighbors lived a quiet life and expensive cars didn't come to them, of course that is only if my neighbors were not the secret agents who live here just to watch me.
And by going up to the floor. And after entering my apartment, I confirmed my suspicions. This was hinted at by two pairs of unfamiliar boots which stood by the door. And from the living room I could hear the voices of several people, and at the sound of the door closing they fell silent, and immediately I heard the rapid movement of my feet in slippers across the floor.
And as I suspected, this one was -------. The first thing that caught my eye, of course, was her thick ------- hair that was tied into two pins that I had given her. There was a happy smile mixed with pride on her face as she ran toward me, and unlike her usual homemade clothes, which consisted of my past clothes that I had stopped wearing, but now she was wearing a dress that could be described as festive, she had a light makeup on her face, which of course she did not need, but I think she just likes to make up.
"Yasuke! Yasuke! Yasuke!" - she ran up to me and started whispering without even saying hello. "There are people here to see you who want to transfer you to Hope Peak. One of them even said he was the director!!! Imagine that! The whole principal of Hope Peak came to invite you!"
"Wait. Wait. Wait." - I tried to calm her down, which unfortunately didn't work out, so I had to keep talking like this. "Hope Peak is a high school, I can't go there."
"They said they would solve everything!" - She confirmed my thoughts. "But come quick! They'll tell you more about it."
Before she could finish, she took my hand and led me into the living room without even letting me take off my shoes, though I think she knows she's always perfectly clean. As she practically pushed me into the living room, I saw an interesting scene. Between the table where the tea service was located and a few mugs on each side were visible, sitting with Mukuro and ------- and to their side of the table was moved the main amount of sweets, and some we did not have, so we can assume that the guests did not come empty-handed. Also, what's natural is that there was an uncomfortable atmosphere at the table, as it was quite difficult to talk to Mukuro without getting to know her better and most of the topics of conversation were kept ------.
And now my gaze, which had studied the surroundings, fell on the two men. As I studied them carefully from head to toe, they also looked at me intently. The first would have been an older man with short gray hair turned up, and his orange eyes were hidden behind his glasses. His frowning and serious face was adorned by a small mustache with a beard the same color as his hair. His clothing was a suit, which consisted of a white shirt, a dark purple vest, a pale gray tie, and a gray-salad jacket.
And if ------ is to be believed, the two of them must be the principal of Hope Peak and by my humble reasoning this particular old man looks like the principal. An elderly man with wise eyes and a straightened back, on such a one could be put to teach the children who would be responsible for the future of the country. Just as oddly, but intuitively, he evoked a sense of trust, as well as a calm and good-natured man who was used to solving problems peacefully rather than by fighting.
But damn it, maybe I'm just a bad judge of character, or maybe it was a fake shell he stuck to, or maybe he was just a monster who had trained his whole life. But despite his elderly appearance and the natural weakness it gives, there was just a monstrous aura of danger and power coming out of him, I was Ultimate sure that he would destroy me with one blow, but it was not conscious and it was obvious that he was containing it in himself, and this again was part of my developed intuition, which allowed me to smell it. And a man like him is just Ultimate perfect to run an academy with kids who have been given Ultimate titles, but therein lies the main problem, I don't remember him in the story, which means that he most likely wasn't particularly important or just didn't exist yet at the time of the story.
Also, as far as I remember, the director of Hope Peak at the time of the story was Kyoko Kirigiri father and he definitely shouldn't have been that old, so it was safe to assume that he was the past director, but the second man was much younger and already more fitting the description of a man who was more like Kyoko's father. Dark purple hair and violet eyes, his clean-shaven face showed kindness and by all the awkward movements he made you could tell he was worried, but even that didn't hide his sternness. The only two things that stood out from the black suit he was wearing were the purple tie that matched his eyes and the Peak of Hope brooch that looked like the one that fell out of my roulette wheel.
If one could assume that this was his first time as principal coming to see students, unless of course it was the first time the principal himself had come to see a student. But you have to hand it to him, when we started evaluating each other, he was instantly able to calm down and was able to evaluate me as carefully as possible. Maybe it runs in the family, they seemed to have a family of hereditary detectives there, but because he didn't like it he left. Hmm, if you strain your brains, you can remember a few moments when they showed him. The first was in the very first execution, and the second in the picture, well not counting his bones of course. And he looks like the images manifesting in my head. Shit, I definitely need to pump [intelligence] up to 100 to get some kind of memory skill.
That's the kind of weird tandem I had in my apartment today. They were both quite different from each other, but they also matched each other quite well. And so, we finally appreciated each other, and I took a few steps to shake their hands, I don't know if it made any difference, but I decided to shake Kyoko's father's hand first, since I understand that he is the one who will be leading the conversation, which makes him in charge for the moment.
"My name is Jin Kirigiri. Nice to meet Yasuke-kun." - he said with a kind of enthusiasm and admiration in his eyes.
"Nice to meet you." - I said, pulling my hand away from his handshake and giving my hand to the already older man.
"Kazuo Tengan. It is a pleasure to meet your young man." - he said calmly, shaking my hand firmly.
"Nice to meet you, too, Tengan-san." - I had nothing but respect for this man. "Have a seat."
Pointing to the seats in front of me, I lowered myself to the nearest seat. Mukuro had already disappeared unnoticed and was now standing behind the couch, looking intently at the guests, and ------ had already returned from the kitchen carrying a kettle of hot tea in her hands and began to pour it into the newly placed mugs.
"So, what brings you here?" - I asked a clarifying question without exactly addressing anyone or picking up the very essence of the question.
"Ahem, yes." - Kirigiri cleared his throat, indicating that he would speak. "Yasuke-kun. As you may already know, we are representatives of Hope Peak and by some incredible coincidence I am the director of the academy. And it just so happens that we've heard a little bit about you and your talents from some sources, so it was decided by me and the steering committee of the academy to invite you." - he said calmly.
"That certainly sounds interesting, but I think your information is a little ahead of the curve, which could get us in trouble. You see, I Just finished elementary and going into Junior high, and as far as I know Hope Peak is a high school." - I pointed out the main problem.
"You don't have to worry about that. If you accept, it won't be a problem. I don't think there would be any issues for someone as promising as you to transfer to our academy." said Tengan-san, and I had to admit it sounded a lot more convincing than it should. And of course, confirming my suspicions.
"Okay." - I took a sip of tea. "I have to decline."
"What?/What?/WHAT?!?"/What? - Immediately a symphony of incomprehensible voices erupted, with ------'s voice standing out the most, literally screaming throughout the apartment.
"Are you crazy?" - she came to her senses and started yelling at me. "You're being invited to Hope Peak, and three years early!!! Do you even know what Hope Peak is? It's the best academy in the country that no one enters, but only by invitation. Only Ultimate students go there. And if you graduate, you're guaranteed a successful life! When you graduate from it, you can do whatever you want and become whatever you want, especially with your mind. You have no right to refuse!"
I stared at her with incomprehension, she overreacted. And for seemingly no reason. Okay, I guess I'll have to ask her about it later.
"Will you let me know the reason Yasuke-kun?" - Kirigiri-san said after he was able to gather his thoughts.
"You just heard that reason Kirigiri-san. I cannot leave and still leave ------ and Mukuro. They are not Ultimate disciples." - I told them my terms.
"W-what?/What? " - The girls' voices rang out, with Mukuro voice sounding more confused.
"Yes, I think that's a worthy cause, and unfortunately we can't accept them both into the academy." - Tengan-san began, as someone who knows more about this. "But I think if we all want to, we can find an alternative for this situation. How about having them study at nearby institutions. They'd be close enough to you and you wouldn't have to separate."
I certainly wasn't hoping for them to be accepted into the academy and to be honest I don't know exactly what I wanted. After all, they would both have to go to the academy, and the thought of putting them somewhere else didn't occur to me. As far as I know the academy gives everything I need to develop and because of that I would have to quit my job and dedicate myself to studying, also as far as I know the students are presented with dormitories. And all this leads to the unpleasant result that the girls either have to find a job or find other ways out. I, of course, knew full well that I would be accepted into the academy, but after high school there shouldn't have been so many problems since we would go to the same dormitory.
"What about accommodations?" - I asked another interesting question.
"You will be given a separate apartment with all the provisions and if you agree then, I can even find you three a separate cottage, not an apartment." - Kirigiri-san offered.
"Why so early?" - I asked the most interesting question to me.
"It was decided that your 'Ultimate Talent' is too useful to society, and the sooner you join us and develop it even more, the better it will be for the whole academy and beyond. We also know that to develop your talent, you go to work to gain experience, but if you can enroll with us, you won't have any more distractions like working nights and doing your homework." - Kirigiri-san said honestly and poured a little more temptation.
I pretended to think about it. The decision was already certain and just needed to do a little decorum. After which I looked around to see what they were thinking. Tilting my head back, I looked at Mukuro who just looked into my eyes and then slowly blinked them in agreement. On the way to the other girl my gaze caught on the men who were making me this tempting offer, their faces were still calm but you could tell from their eyes that they were worried. Next came the man whose opinion was most important to me, ------ continually shaking his head in agreement, showing his unequivocal opinion.
"Okay, I guess if I refuse such an offer, I can be considered a stupid person." - And as if in agreement to himself, he nodded.
"Fine!" - Kirigiri-san replied a little too sharply. "Then let's discuss it further."
(Time Skip.)
"Oh right! I almost forgot." - Kirigiri-san said and started to take something out of his jacket pocket. "Here."
He said, and then handed me a small box.
"What is it?" - I said, and without waiting for an answer I opened it, and in it was a Peak of Hope brooch, similar to the one he wore himself.
"You can wear it with pride." - After these words, he turned around and walked to his car under the light of the nightlights.
Closing the door behind my guests, I breathed a sigh of relief. Putting the brooch in my inventory and taking out my own, which gave performance bonuses, I pinned it to my shirt pocket. It really was a pretty good deal, but it was still kind of stressful for me. I don't know why, but I had this weird feeling that it was like I was only needed to help with the Izuru project. After all, who better than me to finish it, and successfully at that. But I think the future me will have problems with him and because of him. The main thing so far is not to forget that I will come to me at the end of March after graduating from junior high school to help me move to a new home. It's good that Kirigiri-san will take care of transferring me and the girls and I won't have to deal with that, but I still have to go to the Boss to tell him that I'm leaving. It was also worth checking on Fuyuhiko, Natsumi, and Peko, because I hadn't visited them in a while, but I had another interesting conversation to have, so I made my way to the room at ------- with confidence.
When I knocked, I heard a simple "Come in" and opened the door. I found the owner of the room herself on the bed, she was lying on the bed and watching something on her laptop, and had changed her clothes at home, but unlike last time, when she let her hair loose and it hung down to her heel, now it was braided into two ponytails. When she saw me, she smiled a happy smile.
"------." - I began.
"Yeah, yeah? What is it?" - she said with incomprehension.
"What was that?" - To this she just put her head to the side because of her incomprehension. "That scene you made when I said no. You never reacted so strongly, at the same time wanting me to go there too much. What was that?"
At that, she lowered her head into the pillow and then slowly rose and sat up on the bed.
"You're having a hard time." - she began after I sat down next to her. "You work all day long, while still studying and taking care of us. Mukuro and I, of course, try to help you as much as we can, but it's still not enough and sometimes you even help us. And if you got into Hope Peak, you wouldn't have to work so hard to take care of us anymore. And you'd be able to develop much faster, without restrictions, and we wouldn't be in your way."
"Silly." - I couldn't even think of the thought of them getting in my way, I should talk to Mukuro about it later, too. "If it weren't for both of you, I wouldn't have made it all this way. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be trying to develop more actively, and this way I want to give you the best. After all, it is you who are my stimulus to a better life, and if it were not for you, all this would not exist."
"Yasuke!!!" - she shouted happily and pounced on me, causing us both to find ourselves slumped on the bed.
Suddenly I could taste strawberries on my lips. She kissed me, well how did she kiss me, it was just the touch of her lips to my lips, it was childish, trying to repeat how she knows how and how adults do. But it showed everything she was thinking about, even more than what the system says. After that she yanked her head away from me, her face completely red, and then tried to get up and run away, but my arms, which wrapped around her, wouldn't let her. I just pressed her closer, which caused her to lay her head on my chest.
Her face was still red, but this time you could see her peaceful and happy smile through her hair. She unconsciously ran her hand over my scar, to check its condition and make sure it was healing. I wasn't exactly sure how long we'd been together, but ------'s face relaxed completely, showing that she was asleep. And only now did I realize that it was my first kiss in this life and not just my first kiss, my first kiss with a loli. Shit... that's cool.
After enjoying the embrace of ------ some more, I set a timer on the system and fell asleep. As always, I woke up quite early, while releasing myself from ------'s embrace, although she stopped hugging me at this time, as if she subconsciously knew when I was getting up. As usual, Mukuro woke up after me and was about to go for her morning run, as if I didn't know if she was thinking about anything or how she felt about the situation in general. She just shrugged her shoulders, showing that she didn't know, so just in case, I repeated what I had said to ------ anyway. She gave me a weird look but didn't say anything and just nodded this time, she seemed to know what I was getting at, they are sisters after all and should know what the other sister was thinking. Okay, I have to go to school today and then I have to go over to Kuzuryu-san to tell him I'm leaving.