Restarting My Life After Failing to Protect Girls in My Class – The Day I Was Called the "Demon God of Dragon Slaying" - Episode 11

“Huge.”

On the first day of enrollment at Nishifuchu City High School—

Wearing my brand-new blazer uniform, I was walking down a hallway I knew well from my previous life when I suddenly ran into two unbelievably beautiful girls coming up the stairs.

The moment we met, the first words out of her mouth were:

“Huge!”

I was left speechless, completely frozen in place.

It wasn’t because I was intimidated by the flashy, stylish girl with brightly colored hair.

It wasn’t because I was taken aback by her short skirt, which was already a major violation of the school dress code on the very first day.

It was just… I was simply overwhelmed with happiness. I was deeply, truly moved.

—Miyuki Noma—

—Aoi Aoki—

“Huuuuge!”

Noma had the classic flashy gyaru look—bright and sexy.

Despite being a lively and dazzling gyaru, her makeup was minimal, enhancing her natural beauty rather than masking it. In fact, her slightly droopy eyes gave her an unexpectedly gentle, refined appearance.

Her straight, well-defined nose and full lips were nothing short of divine craftsmanship, as if a god had decided to create the most beautiful face imaginable.

Every movement she made was big and expressive, radiating femininity, and her long, loosely wavy brown hair swayed gently with every gesture.

“Miyuki, that was really rude to say out of nowhere.”

“No, no, you don’t get it—I was seriously shocked! I thought my heart was gonna stop.”

Beside the excited Noma was Aoki, a perfect example of a cool beauty.

She had short black hair, long eyelashes, and mature, almond-shaped eyes. A tiny beauty mark sat near the corner of her eye, adding to her elegance.

Like Noma, she wore only light makeup that emphasized her natural beauty. At first glance, she looked like a graceful and well-mannered girl, and if it weren’t for her skirt being even shorter than Noma’s, I wouldn’t have thought she had any delinquent tendencies at all.

Her toned physique suggested she was an athlete, and her strong posture made her presence all the more striking.

“You say whatever comes to mind way too often. One day, someone’s gonna punch you.”

“Come on, I don’t do it on purpose! I try to be careful, you know.”

“Yeah, well, apologize properly.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry, big guy!”

I remained silent, unable to react as these two stunning girls chatted in front of me.

I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my chest like a drum.

“………………”

Still in shock, I stood there, dumbfounded.

Noma tilted her head and looked up at me with a playful grin.

“You’re a freshman like us, right? What class are you in? What’s your name?”

“Ah, um—”

Despite having lived a total of forty-six years across my first and second lives, I was so nervous that I couldn’t speak.

It felt like I had reverted back to being a shy otaku, frozen under the gaze of a confident gyaru.

Somehow, I managed to get out a response.

“Class 2, first-year. I’m Togo Kizuki.”

That was all I could say.

A smooth introduction was out of the question. Unable to meet their eyes, I awkwardly scratched my temple, feeling like a complete fool.

But then, Noma gave me a warm smile, her eyes softening.

“Togo-kun, huh? I’m Miyuki Noma, and this beauty here is Aoi Aoki. We’re both in Class 3, so we’re neighbors! Nice to meet you. ♡”

Despite my awkwardness, she spoke to me with full enthusiasm, using expressive gestures and radiating pure charm.

“Are you, like, 190 cm tall?”

I tilted my head, confused, until she let out a giggle. “Your height,” she clarified.

“Ah, no, not quite 190.”

I was so captivated by how cute she was that I answered without thinking.

Hearing my response, Noma burst into laughter, holding her stomach.

“He actually said ‘yeah’! I thought he’d be all tough and serious!”

Immediately, Aoki smacked Noma on the back of the head, making her let out an adorable “Ow!”

“I wasn’t making fun of him!”

“Nope, that sounded really bad. You just committed a serious social crime, you know?”

“I dunno, I just thought he seemed kinda cute…”

“Come on, we need to go. Homeroom is about to start.”

Just as Aoki started pulling Noma away, something unexpected happened.

“Wait—don’t pull me, Midori! Just give me a sec! Togo-kun! Sorry, but can I touch your chest real quick?!”

As she passed me, Noma stretched out her arm and fingers as far as she could, reaching for my chest.

With her height barely reaching 160 cm and my tall frame, the difference was significant. Yet, she managed to just barely press her fingertips against my right chest, over my blazer.

Once again, I was frozen in place, unable to react.

As Noma and Aoki walked away, I could still hear their voices in the distance.

“Midori! It was so soft and firm!”

“That guy was huge. I wonder if he plays sports or something.”

And then, suddenly—

—I grew this big for the two of you—

—The old me was nothing like this. I was just a weak, timid otaku… just a classmate… But for the sake of you two, I trained to fight anyone. I mastered the skills to kill. I pushed myself to the absolute limit.—

I wanted to shout those words with everything I had, to call them back.

But they wouldn’t understand. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to explain it properly. So, I held back.

I barely managed to hold myself together, so instead… instead, I allowed myself to shed silent tears.

“――――――”

Covering my eyes with one hand, clenching my teeth, I cried without a sound, without a single tear falling.

Because right in front of me—Miyuki Noma and Midori Aoki, whom I had once watched die, were alive.

They were smiling. They were really, truly alive.

From the moment I traveled back in time, I had been waiting for this scene for nine long years.

Ever since my seventeen-year-old self had learned of their gruesome deaths, I had wished for this miracle for decades.

Finally.

Finally, I had reached this point.

Standing there in the middle of the hallway, silently crying—

I smiled.