That's how it turned out that on the first day of the school year, I was stomping on the way to Dakisyuro High School, and not to any other. And all because of his stupidity. Eh, but in a previous life there was an opportunity to broaden your horizons. At least to go to lectures on psychology. But no, I'm a Destroyer, I don't need all this, my job is to kill and destroy, not to talk. Now I'm paying off. The most offensive thing is the understanding that all this "extra" knowledge would be useful to me even if I hadn't been thrown out anywhere. That's the truth, it seems not a fool, but so stupid in life that now I want to howl. I've lived for thirty-eight years, but I haven't acquired a mind.
Okay, to hell with it, with self-flagellation, Dakisyuro, it turns out, is an elite school, which means that my prospects are wonderful. After all, I didn't get into one of these schools, there's not enough money and excellent grades, and I also need connections. Which Koyama, it turns out, has. Well, I'll survive hyperactive sisters somehow.
By the way, I wonder where Mizuki is? If this crazy person also appears, then going to school will become completely uncomfortable. That's what I asked after catching up with the Tire in front.
— So she ran ahead.
— Is she going to run again? I was surprised. — No, well, okay in high school, there was a decent distance there, at least some training. But Dakisuro! There's a five—minute run. He'll only sweat for nothing.
"Girls don't sweat," Sheena snapped. "Not in the Koyama family, at least," she clarified.
I really wanted to make a joke about sweating girls, but I restrained myself. She could have been offended. After all, offending is not the same as angering, well, or embarrassing, especially close, though sometimes annoying people. It is easier with a Tire in this regard, she is generally not touchy, although it is easy to anger, embarrass, laugh, surprise and even frighten her. But she does not tolerate various jokes about her appearance, which, in my opinion, is strange, because everything is very good with her appearance, from blue-black hair to her toes. Well, her quirks — I just try not to touch on this topic. Especially now, when I am in close proximity to her hands and feet, by the way.
The drive to the school took a total of fifteen minutes. Already approaching the school, I managed to check out the local girls. They all, as a selection, turned out to be very pretty, and many of them were beauties at all. Which, you must admit, is strange. It seems that I got into a youth series. However, of course, I can be wrong, after all, there was a considerable crowd of schoolchildren, everything was in motion, and I tried not to stare at them. But what I saw created just such a picture. Although this is not the main thing, everyone has different tastes. Most of all, I was surprised by the overall athletic physique, and not only among girls. And many engaged in hand-to-hand combat, which is noticeable by the characteristic gait. What is it that turns out? A whole school of athletes and hand-to-hand fighters? And I thought majors should study here. Oh, I have a bad feeling about this.
At the very school gate, Sheena stopped me:
— Come here.
— Sorry, girl, but my heart is given to another.
— Yes, at least to another! You, most importantly, stand still.
Having critically examined me, she began to adjust her collar. She tightened her tie, an indispensable attribute of a school uniform, and shook something off her sleeve. She examined me again, but was clearly dissatisfied.
— Maybe that's enough already! What else don't you like? — in my humble opinion, I looked at least normal. A brand-new uniform, just in case, was ironed last night, although I usually don't pay attention to it. Shoes are polished. Even the briefcase is new! What else does she need?
Although I was not annoyed by her throwing. Her idea of a fix about my clothes was sometimes very annoying. Sheena sincerely thought that I was dressing too monotonously and completely tasteless. But now, for some reason, her tossing caused only a smile.
— Alas. The uniform of our school surprisingly suits you, but something is still missing. A slightly different tie would suit you, and the color of the shirt is preferably darker.
— Oh, just don't start. This is the official form. Even if you're right, nothing can be changed.
"Yes," she sighed heavily, "but I still really want to.
I remembered with a shudder our shopping trips, from which I mowed down as best I could. But, given the frequency of Tire attempts to drag me there, from time to time it is necessary to pay attention to shopping.
In fact, absolutely everyone in the Koyama family thinks that something is wrong with me. Sheena, for example, doesn't like the way I dress. She has her own problems with her appearance in general, well, yes, I think I talked about it. Her mother is sure that I eat too shabbily — only noodles. And that's why she keeps selling me recipes for various dishes at best. At worst, he personally conducts a cooking master class with me. So thanks to Kagami-san, I am quite savvy in the art of cooking. And Mizuki, laughter and sin, is turned on purity. Can you imagine? This crazy girl with a nuclear reactor in one place is a fanatic of cleanliness and order! When she runs in to take me out for another workout or sparring beating, the first thing she does is run around the whole house, commenting on which dump I live in, while apparently making a cleaning plan in parallel. Because after training, he returns home with me and begins to put things in order. I gave up the idea of pacifying her a long time ago, it doesn't bother me, and that's fine.
Their father, Akeno-san, is maniacally trying to instill in me a love of martial arts and is my main source of knowledge on this topic. For in his striving he always answers my questions, which appear even now, six years later, from the time I found myself in this world. It's nothing, but his desire to show me all the greatness of martial arts and the style practiced by the Koyama family, in particular, sometimes leads to sparring with his daughters. More precisely, they put me in a pair with them as a dummy on which they practice blows. And how am I still alive? But the old man of Kent is the most harmless of them. He is sure that a guy living alone without parents simply has to know the laws of the country. And criminal, and administrative, and everything in general. Which is expressed in short lectures on this topic and giving me various books.
— You know, it seems to me more and more often that you are a kind of paradox. From the outside, you seem like a person to whom anything will suit. But as soon as you start picking up your clothes, it turns out that everything is quite the opposite and, no matter what I pick up, you are always missing something.
— And it seems to me that you have moved a little on this topic.
In response to my words, Sheena frowned and looked at me very, very unkindly.
— However, you must admit, all this will not matter if we are late for the opening ceremony.
Silence.
— Maybe we should stop and go already? Yes, and it is harmful for girls to frown, wrinkles appear from this. — Oh, Mother, I was stupid just now.
A distraction to the liver and a subsequent kick to the shin clearly showed my correctness.
— Koyama women do not have wrinkles, and men who have imagined them regret it very quickly, — this devil said very weightily.
— Already, I already regret it! — Well, what else could I do? I'm not going to start a battle with her, am I?
— What-oh?! Sheena drawled.
...Oh, I almost lost my mind. However, if you make two such jambs within twenty seconds, then you are exactly the same person with the letter "m" that ends with "k".
— What do you mean "already"?! What does "regret" mean?! That is, did you see my wrinkles?!
— Listen, the main thing is, don't get excited. Calm down," I began, slowly retreating. — Well, yes, I was stupid, I blurted out without thinking. But I didn't mean to offend you, much less offend you. — Damn, damn, damn. Okay, let's use artillery. — And anyway, a kawaii girl like you shouldn't pay attention to the words of someone like me.
Phew, it seems to have started to calm down.
"Maybe you're right. No, you're definitely right. She shouldn't!
Crack, crack
. Your own... it hurts like that. She punched a deuce in the liver and chest with a half-smile, which even made me feel uneasy. I should talk to her father. And then he'll kill someone else to death.
— And why do that if you agreed? I asked cautiously.
— To think about what you're talking about in the future. And about me. And about myself.
As? What is she doing?
— Shin-chan! Hello, girlfriend! — my neighbor was attacked by a charming person, her classmate, judging by the color of the bow tie — a mandatory element of the female school uniform. — What, you terrorize newcomers from the first day?
— I'm not terrorizing, but educating. By the way, meet my neighbor — Sakurai Shinji. And this is my friend, Mina Kino.
— Mm? Well, hello, Sakurai Shinji," she drawled. — A neighbor and childhood friend, as I understand it? Just like in the manga. And a proverb in the subject. Well, you know, about the fact that he beats, so he loves?
— Cinema! I love you, too, you know. — No embarrassment, no irritation. It seems that this is their usual banter of each other.
"Ah, Shin—chan, I love you too!" And unlike this lowlife, I deserve to be next to you!
However, for me personally, Mine Cinema has lost a lot of its charm. Because she was teasing the tire, but she was joking with me. Over a complete stranger to her.
— Greetings, Mina-san. And I want to say that I admire your bravery, but I still advise you to flee the country. Maybe Sheena's father won't find you there.
— What?
— Huh?
— Yes, yes, don't be surprised, he is like that. He will never allow his daughter to get married, or marry a woman there. And don't pay attention to the fact that the Tire sometimes beats me, the proverbs are not always true," I said, looking seriously into the Movie's eyes. Then, having banished a serious expression from his face, he added, as if casually: — Although, personally, same-sex relationships make me sick.