Restarting My Life After Failing to Protect Girls in My Class – The Day I Was Called the "Demon God of Dragon Slaying" - Episode 10

I can’t cause a ruckus in Nishifuchu City.

I have no idea how everything connects or what could change the future where Ms. Noma and Ms. Aoki are brutally murdered at the end of August 2016.

— The incident where Mr. Kondo got punched and had a nosebleed.

— The incident where the strongest fighting rankings were posted.

— The incident where a delinquent rode a bike through the school.

— The incident where Nagai-kun, the guy with six girlfriends, passed out from a girl’s slap.

So far, the events that happened in my first life are happening the same way in this second life.

The faces in my elementary and middle school classes are exactly the same as far as I can remember, and of course, the homeroom teachers are the same.

The only clear difference is me.

The existence of Togo Kizuki is completely different between the first and second lives.

In the first life, Togo Kizuki was just an ordinary otaku boy who wasn’t a karateka and didn’t have any particularly striking physique.

“…So, Sakamoto-san, with one hit…?”

Let alone getting into a fight with some unknown delinquent while wearing a big black hood and a white mask to hide my face… I hadn’t even thought about it, let alone experienced it.

I can’t cause a ruckus in Nishifuchu City.

But that’s not the case in the bustling urban areas where dangerous trouble happens on a daily basis.

“Y-you go next!!”

“Don’t mess with me! You go first!”

On a Saturday night, amidst the crowd of people.

I stumbled upon a strange group consisting of three delinquents and one timid otaku youth just as they were leaving a major electronics store, witnessing an otaku hunting scene.

The otaku youth was dragged into a dark alley with no streetlights. When he tried to pull out his wallet after being intimidated by the three delinquents, he called out, “What are you guys doing? Extortion is a crime, you know?” and that escalated into a fight.

A guy with a tattoo on his neck suddenly charged at me—so I counterattacked right away.

As a result, the tattooed guy got punched in the abdomen and fell into a long, long bout of breathlessness, while the remaining two delinquents seemed to recall “a certain rumor.”

“The Hoodie Mask of Otaku Hunting…?! …He really exists…”

“He’s way bigger than the rumors said, and way stronger too! That Sakamoto guy took him out in one hit!?”

The Hoodie Mask of Otaku Hunting.

It’s been two months since I started walking around the city on weekend nights as a third-year middle school student, and apparently, a rumor has spread among the delinquents in the city that “a guy hiding his face with a hood and mask stops extortion.”

This activity I started to gain fighting experience—tonight’s tattooed guy was the ninth.

I would have preferred if the remaining two had tried to jump me as well.

“I told you I should just quit this otaku hunting!”

“Shut up! It was me who said to stop!”

I had no interest in the weakling who left the tattooed guy behind and ran away. What a spineless… I sighed lightly.

“…Y-you… that’s a foul…”

What I heard suddenly was a groan from below. The tattooed guy, curled up and clutching his abdomen, had apparently muttered desperately after even throwing up a little.

Without tormenting the tattooed guy—I placed the tip of my sneaker right in front of his nose, making his shoulders tremble.

“What’s foul?”

“…That… such a big body is a foul… you foul bastard…”

I let out a deep sigh and thought to myself.

—Everyone talks so easily—

I lifted the tattooed guy’s chin with the tip of my sneaker, forcing him to look up at me, and asked, “Have you ever challenged the limits of your own genes?”

Maybe my tone and actions scared him. Perhaps he imagined I was about to beat him to death. The otaku youth, saved from the extortion, said, “W-well, I’ll be going now—” and awkwardly smiled as he left the alley.

I didn’t care about the fleeing otaku youth and looked down at the tattooed guy, whose face was twisted in fear, pain, and regret, and smiled slightly.

“Look closely. I’m doing this with all my might.”