Restarting My Life After Failing to Protect Girls in My Class – The Day I Was Called the "Demon God of Dragon Slaying" - Episode 13

Height: 189 cm, Weight: 112 kg.

Despite having a body fat percentage of around 14%, I still weigh this much because my torso is as thick as a log.

I’ve built up muscle on my back as well, but even more so around my abdomen, making it far from the broad, V-shaped physique of a bodybuilder. My forearms are so overdeveloped that they’re thicker than my upper arms. If someone called my body distorted, they’d be more than right.

August 28, 2016. Just past 8 PM.

I stood in front of the mirror in my bathroom, staring at my bare upper body.

It was a body so full of life, so fresh and vibrant.

The silhouette was nothing like the one I had in my first life, where I had an average build. There was no doubt—this was the peak physical form of “Togo Kizuki.”

My height had mostly stopped increasing by the time I graduated middle school, but I gained a lot of muscle over the past year and a half of high school.

…I’ve really come this far, huh?

With the fateful August 29, 2016, just a day away, I was satisfied with my progress.

I’ve built up my body, mastered karate techniques, and sharpened my mind—right now, I feel like I can take on anyone.

No matter how tall my opponent is, I can land a punch on their face. I could probably even take on a bear with my bare hands.

From the living room, where my parents were, I could faintly hear the sound of the TV. I muttered to myself.

“…Tomorrow, Noma and Aoki will be gone… huh?”

That future was almost certainly unavoidable.

Looking at the group chat for Class 2-5 of Nishifuchu City First High School on my smartphone, I saw Noma posting messages every day.

Even though I had been walking around the old town of Nishifuchu City throughout August, I hadn’t seen a single glimpse of Noma and Aoki—not even a street fight.

They were enjoying their summer vacation in 2016.

They probably did the same in my first life as well.

“You’ll catch a cold.”

A voice suddenly called out to me. When I slowly turned my head, I saw my mother looking at me with a puzzled expression. She must have wondered why her son was just standing still in front of the mirror.

So, I gave her a small smile and said,

“Thanks, Mom. It’s all thanks to you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This body. Almost all of it was made from your home-cooked meals.”

“That’s true… You started karate ten years ago… I wonder how much it all cost.”

Mom let out a deep sigh, and I responded with a lighthearted chuckle.

—But if the money that troubled her so much ended up saving the lives of two girls—

I swallowed those words completely, not letting a single hint of them slip out.