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>>3976812

(Concluding the fight from the last thread)

Enduring such rampant movement and disregard for one’s safety ended up disrupting your tempo. While on the surface it looks like Hitomi has resorted herself to fighting recklessly, it was far from the truth. Carefully Hitomi adjusts the motions of her movement to lessen the damage she takes, making sure it doesn’t hit any vital spots and closing them through refined muscle control. In addition, her erratic pattern was making it harder for you to follow her flow and presence as it changes forty-eight times per second. Akin to that of the Drunken boxing, Hitomi’s erratic behavior gave way to an array of different boxing techniques with Shaolin Boxing being the core foundation.

From kickboxing to shoot boxing, it hit you with all kinds of boxing inspired martial arts as you barely keep up. Even something like Shadow Boxing ended up being a valued style, especially through Hitomi’s Kage Bunshins. Each one the clones attacked you with a different boxing style, keeping you on your toes as she wears you down. Still, your body adapted and grew at a continuously sped up rate. Eventually your consistent attacks blew away the bushins, leaving you to face your mother’s next assault. Just like your mother to even turn something as inconsequential as Slapboxing into an actual martial art and a dangerous one at that with its serpentine like movements and disruptive techniques akin to Muay Thai.

Oddly enough, it was a strange reminisce to Shinobu Sensui’s Resshūken where one uses their hands to block/deflect/redirect/etc attacks, leaving the opposition open to powerful types of kicks. Speaking of kicks, Hitomi suddenly delivers a powerful axe kick to your jaw. Dazed by this, you momentarily lost your grip on your Zanbato and Daito swords. The damage inflicted upon you weren't as impactful as it could have been thanks to some last second reeling. But the disorienting attack left you unable to retrieve your weapons in time to counteract the flurry of blows from Hitomi. All you could do was guard yourself with your arm as your body flies through the surface. Following you like a bolt of lighting, Hitomi quickly catches up to deliver some fast pace feints.

>>3976815


Despite being disarmed by your mother, you continued to duke it out. Punch for punch, kick for kick you match your mother’s tempo and rhythm with your own. Turning this once one sided fight into a martial arts slugfest between both combatants. Even with the second stage of Mushin, Meikyo-Shisui. and 『The One』activating conjunction to your equivalence to Medaka’s War God Form, it still wasn’t enough to overcome your mother. Although comparing the two forms, it was more tranquil and composed than the raging berserker that Medaka usually falls under. A true parallel of yin and yang between you and your fiance.

Still driven by your martial arts spirit and bancho pride, you continue to push yourself as you keep up this drag out brawl. Even in this state, a single phrase from your mother continues to run on a loop in your mind. And that phrase ties deeply into the heart of martial arts as you push yourself further. The betterment of oneself after understanding your sense of self. Along with pushing not only your own boundaries but the higher limits of those who came before you. It's both a very human motivation and ties deeply into the roots and philosophy of martial arts as you come to realize throughout your life’s battles. And today was an enlightening experience.

Transcendent was a term that best describes the constant flurry of blows between you and your mother. In reality, it didn’t even look like a simple brawl. More accurately, it became a dance between two combatants, expecting the other’s action and responding accordingly. There was no wasted motion or effort in their strikes and counters. Comparable to Master Roshi vs Jiren with his equivalence to Ultra Instinct, Kenichi Shirahama vs Sho Kano with Ryūsui Seikūken, and Monkey D. Luffy vs Charlotte Katakuri, the battle transition into an enriching learning experience despite being a savage beatdown of endurance.

Before you even register it, your pajama top has already been destroyed. Your mother was in a similar boat as both combatants from the waist up. Neither of you really could focus on such trivial matters. Both of you were living in the moment, separating everything but the fight and isolating yourself to improve focus to the point of minor deliverance. Despite capable of going into the third and final step known as Muso Shinuchi or Nil-Thought of the True Self, Hitomi continued to rely on the basics and nothing more. To hear it's been far too long since she has an acceptable fight and like a kid in a candy shop she was going to savor every moment of it.

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>>3976817

Going on for what seemed like forever or at least you assumed was sixty hours straight your blows finally reached the level of matching your mom in pure uninhibited raw strength. Somewhere in your long bout with your mother, you were subconsciously improving and developing at a dangerous rate. Just recently you learned how to tap into one hundred percent of your body’s performance just like your mother. As a result, the entire dojo trembles intensely from both combatant’s heavy blows. But neither of you cared at the possibility of bringing the house down. The fight was too wondrous to stop as you long since passed your limits and was pushing forward through will alone.

What happened next was a complete blur as you long since lost track of time. The only thing you eventually felt was a bone shattering punch. With how dense it was, it wasn’t all that surprising afterwards you quickly fell to the ground, blood gushing as your body could no longer handle the continuously immense stress of 『The One』. Thus, everything around you goes pitch black as nothingness soon follows. Soon enough your vision would return to you, as did the rest of your senses. As you rise back up to your feet, you was strangely in your middle school bancho outfit standing at the entrance to a large school building.


>Realize that this is a dream and try to wake up.
>Walk through the school building and explore your surroundings
>Trust your instincts and let them direct you
>Other [write-in]

>>3976821
>Walk through the school building and explore your surroundings

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>>3976821

For reference, here's Middle School Bancho Kenichi

>>3976821
>>Trust your instincts and let them direct you
Oh shit looks like we've got more of our mind to uncover

>sixty hours straight
Guessing we never noticed anyone coming in to check up or they just never did after hearing all the crazy shit going on inside

>>3976828
Now there's a classic if I've ever seen one. Were we also a biker by any chance?

>>3976829

There's a logical reason for this that'll be explained after you finished this mental trip back down memory lane.

>>3976830

You rode what they considered a legal bike. Actual motorcycles won't come until you're sixteen. And since you're a Leo, it'll be a while.

>>3976821
>>Trust your instincts and let them direct you

>>3976821
>>Trust your instincts and let them direct you

New ID time

>>3976829
in high level fighting its often been described as time slowing down immensely, so for kenchi 60 hours could have really been 10 minutes.

>>3976821
>>Trust your instincts and let them direct you

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>>3976829
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>>3976940

From the vast forest like greenery and bo you quickly deduce that this was Hakobune Middle School. How long has it been since you last saw this place? For you it almost feels like an eternity since you last recall this place. Of course being there was a lot of different questions festering inside as you steps through the gate and walks inside the schoolyard. Whether or not if this was a dream, a hallucination or somehow time travel, something was pushing you forward to take the chance and explore inside.

Seeing that you have nothing to lose by continuing this trip into the unknown you decide to stop thinking about it and go with the flow. Trusting your instincts you continue marching forward through the school yard and into the building. Frankly you weren’t met with any resistance as the students casually walked passed you. Through your instincts you made your way from the halls and up the stairs as you ended up on the third floor of the west wing. From a window you saw a group of thugs circling around two people.

Judging from this angle, it was a secluded part of the building where nobody would be aware of a little “rambunctious roughhousing” took place. The large group of thugs easily overpowered the two students, going as far as pushing one of them against the wall. Unsurprisingly the other students went to protect the injured individual only to get the similar roughhousing treatment. Looking through the window as this takes place you start to feel rather funny. As if portions of the thickening fog that conceals your memories was starting to dissipate. Allowing for a small stream of information to come flooding back the more you observe the action down below.

Vaguely you recall this scenery. It was where second years Kouki Akune and Kuromi Arouta were surrounded by a bunch of thugs known as the billiards. This was during the time where Kouki was recovering from his wounds after the man to man bout in a Screw Edge Deathmatch. To this day you don’t know where those screws came from, but whoever provided them was clearly the one controlling Kouki behind the scene. Although, there was a clear case that Kouki himself wanted to destroy you for good out of wanting to complete his mission with Medaka but more importantly he just wanted to fight you.

As for Kuromi, she was also weakened from the injuries she sustained by the same person that provided the screws. After countless assassin attempts and dirty tricks including a fight club tournament, you finally managed to settle things by appealing to Kuromi’s pride. Despite being poisoned and staggering from heat/energy loss thanks to Kuromi’s minus『Dead Zone』 you managed to defeat the pyromaniac kunoichi in a battle of trickery and deception before finishing things off in a gold old fashioned slug fest. As a result both Kouki and Kuromi was sentenced to be “executed” by the billiards. That is until you stepped in to defeat them.

>>3976946

Truthfully, it was supposed to be a setup to get you to lose your guard. In actuality the billiards attack was a deceptive ploy to give Kouki and Kuromi one last chance to finish off the weakened and tired Kenichi Hakumasa. What should have been a moment of betrayal and heartbreak ended up transitioning a deep bond of friendship between the three individuals? You remember it ending off with Medaka accidentally kicking you, believing that you would do something foolish when you should have been recuperating.

As you reflect upon this there still lies this sinking feeling. A call from the unknown telling you to go forward despite uncovering a good chunk of the memories you have with Kouki and Kuromi.

>Continue to trust your instincts and follow the call
>Go to where the rooftop is and see if anyone is watching the action from below
>Leave with what you have so far and try to wake up
>Other [write-in]

>>3976967
>Continue to trust your instincts and follow the call

>>3976967
>Continue to trust your instincts and follow the call

>>3976967
>>Go to where the rooftop is and see if anyone is watching the action from below
If they're really waiting for us to show up then it won't hurt to have them wait a little longer. That's assuming of course that we can even interact with anything in this flashback sorta situation.

>>3976967
>>Go to where the rooftop is and see if anyone is watching the action from below

>>3976967
>Go to where the rooftop is and see if anyone is watching the action from below

>>3976967
>>Go to where the rooftop is and see if anyone is watching the action from below
While following our instincts here will help us remember more about this incident, if Kumagawa or Ajimu are up on the rooftops, it'll be a much greater block to remove.

>>3976967
>>Go to where the rooftop is and see if anyone is watching the action from below

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>>3977711

It was hard to describe the beaconing call that was resonating deep into the school building east from here. There wasn’t any sign of malice nor benevolence, almost like a tranquil emptiness of equality. The more you thought about it, the more you felt yourself losing all trace of thought. Losing whatever was holding your back like earthly tethers, sinking into a void deprived of anything as you become empty, just like the wind. It’d be soothing if the process wasn’t also terrifying in how abnormal this current sensation was. Still, this brief encounter with the magnetic presence gave for a new perspective.

As much as part of you want to continue down the path to the manifestation peace of mind, there was one thing troubling you. Echoing inside your subconscious was the sickening presence that you once felt before. That same feeling that ended up terrorizing you and quelling your hotblooded spirit into an empty, cold-blooded fright. To say that you weren’t afraid would be lying to yourself. Yet at the same time, something else accompanied that fear. Curiosity. Like you told Mirai, this was your fight, a battle for your memories. And like it or not, you were going to face it head-on rather than run away. So running forward is exactly what you did.

Traveling up the stairs at an expeditious pace did you currently find yourself reaching the door. Quickly you open the door with no disregard for whoever was near. In your eye’s view, you would see a tall man currently standing on the rooftop. Obscured by an unknown presence, his silhouette slowly fades to reveal a Hakobune Middle School male’s uniform. A black jacket with four buttons and matching black pants. Shoes were generally decided by the student but most wore either penny loafers or sneakers, and he chose the former. Unlike your attire which was tailored white, his was the standard black if not a little darker than average.

To best describe the man in front of you, average was the first word that came to mind. Although his back was turned you only caught a glimpse of his blue eyes through his short, pitch-black hair. Those empty, malicious blue eyes as he watched the event taking place below. Hands tucked in his pocket, the mysterious man gave off the same sickening presence only a much stronger variation. Your skin was trembling with goosebumps as you watched closely. Unable to make a single sound you saw the events of that fateful day taking place. But from this perspective, you got to see first hand that menacing smile slowly fading. And in its place was an annoyed expression.

>>3978583

While not to the point of a scowl, there was a spoiled look of disgust and irritation on his face. Blood pouring out from his eyes, painting color to the once blacken silhouette. Although his face was still obscured, you can see closely just how the twisted form of nihilism descends into silent fury. Underneath his right hand was a giant screw, on its head was the minus sign. Through sheer brute strength, the mysterious man crushes the screw into powered dust. Effectively pulverizing it out of existence as there was no trace of it. Truly you were taken back the level of negativity that you were now facing as he stares down from the rooftop.

“「So...the last reminisce of bookmaker has started to show signs of cracks. What a pity. 」” The mysterious person said, shocking you immediately at how a memory of the past was able to become… self-aware.

>Confront him head-on and demand he explain himself
>Screw talking, attack him directly before he can make a move
>Get the fuck out of dodge and try to wake up as you run
>Play dumb and ignore him
>Other [write-in]

>>3978590
>>Screw talking, attack him directly before he can make a move
Swat this fucker

>>3978590
>>Confront him head-on and demand he explain himself

>>3978590
>>Confront him head-on and demand he explain himself
Gotta draw out more of this dude's personality. That'll remind us real quick of who he is.

And shit, I guess we actually got Bookmaker'd? And so our memories got sealed. Maybe that's how Ajimu "saved" us instead of herself, limiting the damage to just our memories.

>>3978590
>Confront him head-on and demand he explain himself
I'm actually pretty stumped here, but we ARE here to try and get our memories back. If shit goes south we can always fall back.

>>3978590
>Confront him head-on and demand he explain himself

>>3978590
>>Screw talking, attack him directly before he can make a move
Fists talk louder than words!

And it's not like he would be faced at all by this, it's only a more interesting approach.

>>3978590
>Confront him head-on and demand he explain himself

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>>3978611

There goes the element of surprise, but really you were more ecstatic to meet someone who can actually see you than anything else. In your short time here you came to the conclusion that this was a simulation of one of your lost memories. An incident that just recently come to mind after unlocking portions of your memory, including the people most involved in the scenario. To think that horrible nightmare from earlier would be the catalyst for the events that transpired today. Nevertheless, you try your hardest to hide your trembling and pull out your best poker face to casually intimidating the mysterious man.

“Good you already acknowledge my presence and not just a memory I can’t interact with like the others so I’ll make this quick. Tell me who the hell you are and what exactly is this bookmaker? Does it have anything to do why my memories being a jumbled mess! Answer now before I lose the will to not kick your ass.” You said, demanding answers while keeping your eye on this shady silhouette.

“「Hmm, despite being able to hear my voice you still can’t remember my identity. Interesting.. 」” The mysterious man ponders, brushing his thumb on his chin. Soon you heard a snapping sound coming from his hand, a clear sign that he got an idea.

“「Let’s go with your description of me in the past. I’m neither an evil villain nor a wicked demon. A being as pure as a clear river, never getting dirty over time. And yet, I’m someone who carries and absorbs every negative aspect or attributes of human quality. Negativity incarnate. Someone who can never win...and yet...」” He paused, leaving you in suspense before forming a sly grin much like a Cheshire cat. “「Because of that, I’m stronger than anyone else.」” The mysterious man declares.

“What do you mean by that?” You ask, getting more irritated and anxious around the mysterious figure. It seems like he was excellent in finding ways to get under your skin.

“「What do I mean by that? Silly Ken-chan, I meant exactly what I’m implying right now. Everyone else is weaker than me, including you.」” The Mysterious figure said, pointing at you dramatically with a smug expression. Although his face was still obscure, you can see that expression perfectly. Almost as if it was mocking you while simultaneously giving you deeper shivers. “「Because I’m a natural-born loser, I know every aspect or incarnation of weakness there is. Someone who tastes victory can’t compare to someone who always loses. It’s like a sheltered lamb going against a ragged wolf.」”

>>3978876

“「Hurting people without reason, wreaking havoc on a whim, embracing chaos while simultaneously causing misery and hopelessness. Capable of doing any taboo or what society deems forbidden, and to do it as easy as people breathe. To be driven in the same way people are towards eating, but in this case to destroy and eradicate the entire human race, including himself like a true wisdom king.. 」” The mysterious figure explains, stretching his arms out as he positions himself to the rising sun. From where you stand it looks more like a blacken solar eclipse rather than the usual orange ball in the sky. That shit-eating grin still visible on his face.
“「A life of absolute failure, unable to win at anything against anyone no matter what. To fail so universally that their entire existence is a joke. Now imagine such a being culminating in ridiculous destruction as a result.」”

Soon enough the mysterious figure suddenly turns to point out Medaka who was traversing into the school from the crowd of students. Seeing him grinning towards Medaka made you take a defensive stance. Memory or not, you were hotwired to protect your childhood associate and this guy was especially bad news.”「But as life would have it, he would meet his polar opposite. A naive girl who tries her hardest to reach out for others. To indiscriminate them with love and kindness like a savior. But truthfully she reaches out in desperation to others. A silent cry begging them to not isolate and abandoned her but her perfection drowns out these cries.」”
「And to think, this all happened due to one foolish boy’s interpretation of the meaning of her birth. She was much better off knowing the truth, as did you during kindergarten. People are born for no reason, they live unrelated and die worthlessly. Because there’s no goal in life, there’s no meaning in living. I have seen that truth from the moment I was born. So don’t you feel shame for telling her such a lie? After all, she met me first, you plain nobody.」” The mysterious figure spoke, now turning to meet you eye to eye. Seeing him from the front started to jog something inside of you as you quickly find yourself clinching your body.

That familiar feeling of discomfort and anxiety started coming flooding back as you briefly think back to how you were lying on the ground, pinned with multiple screws in your body, mostly around the limbs with another screw aimed at your heart to complete the makeshift crucifixion. Standing above you was the same mysterious individual, creepy limping like a living ragdoll beaten and bruised after what must have been a long fight. Try as you did, you still couldn’t bring yourself to remember his face, but that smile was clear as day to you. That soul-shattering smile as he delivered the final screw into your heart.

>>3978884

“「Ah. Forgive me for thinking about the past...while being an echo anchored in your fragmented memories. But sure I’ll answer your other question. It’s not like you’ll remember anyway.」” As the mysterious man says this, suddenly two screws start to appear in his hands. A bone-chilling killing intent rises from his body as it made that creeping vibe worsen tremendously.

>What do you do?

>Dodge those screws and watch his movements to try and jog your memory
>Focus on disabling him by attacking first before continuing
>Try and take the attack to see if you would remember anything from the shock
>Use a Bushin x Substitution combo to deceive him and try to restrain him with a grapple
>Other [write-in]

>>3978886
>Use a Bushin x Substitution combo to deceive him and try to restrain him with a grapple

>>3978886
>Dodge those screws and watch his movements to try and jog your memory

>>3978886
>>Use a Bushin x Substitution combo to deceive him and try to restrain him with a grapple

>>3978886
>Use a Bushin x Substitution combo to deceive him and try to restrain him with a grapple

>>3978886
>Use a Bushin x Substitution combo to deceive him and try to restrain him with a grapple

>>3978886
>>Use a Bushin x Substitution combo to deceive him and try to restrain him with a grapple

>>3978886
>implying we arn't stronger then we were before meeting you
>implying you can win against number one when your bookmaker is locked down holding "her"
>implying we haven't been building defenses against you ever since that day
>substitutionxbunshin combo into grappling

>>3981364
>>implying we haven't been building defenses against you ever since that day
Well actually, we haven't, cause we completely forgot about him

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>>3981364

Sorry for the wait but I got the post just about done but I forgot one more important fact. I need you guys to roll me one d100 to see how well you perform, or you can choose not to and let me post the long-awaited post.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>3982471
Sure.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>3982471

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>3982471

>>3982473
>>3982480
Dice gods still giving us some love

>>3982471

Even if you didn’t know who this mysterious person standing in front of you, it didn’t hamper your natural talent of picking up the killing intent. It was positively sickening at how it easily oozing like a pure, undefiled river. Yet simultaneously being a unified stream of the chaotic sea of humanity’s worst unfiltered. In any case, you quickly ready yourself to move forward, using that blinding fear crippling your body to push your reaction speed to greater levels. Just as the mysterious intruder throws the two screws, you move your leg at high speeds to counter. Swiftly with a single kick you manage to disable the screws launched at you, pushing to the side.

「” Hmm, unsurprising that you can deflect that screw barrage. You were one to always train every single day. Have you gotten stronger?”」The mysterious man blink, showing genuine surprise at the stunt as he praises you. There was a hint that he was mocking you with his friendly tone and warm smile.

Of course just as you briefly drop your guard to counteract his patronizing attitude, several more screws came from out of nowhere to strike you down. Before you seemingly had time to blink, your limbs, right side of your torso and one aimed at your head. Clashing hard with enough force to leave cracks on the wall, your body was seemingly pinned to the wall, head slumped over from the implied concussion from a screw to the face. Expecting such an outcome, the mysterious individual started to laugh, completely unaware what was pinned was just your jacket.

Before he could catch on to your deception, you moved your body through your improved Shinsoku, bypassing through his field of notice to get behind him. Once around the back, you quickly transition into a strong grapple hold. Wrapping your arms around the armpit and clapping your fingers together, the mysterious figure now finds himself caught in a rather strong full nelson. Struggle as he did it was futile considering the amount of strength you were currently putting into keeping him from moving, much less moving his arms.

Looking down to see your legs position in a way to counter any leg attacks, the mysterious figure lets out a shocked cry. 「” Ah! Well, I wasn’t expecting you to deceive me like that. Not to mention using an underhanding trick to grab me from behind. You’re acting more like a villain than a hero.”」

>>3982492

Looking down to see your legs position in a way to counter any leg attacks, the mysterious figure lets out a shocked cry. 「” Ah! Well, I wasn’t expecting you to deceive me like that. Not to mention using an underhanding trick to grab me from behind. You’re acting more like a villain than a hero.”」

“Says the man who attacks a weaponless opponent with an underhanded sleight of hand. Now I’m not playing games with you. Tell me exactly what I want to know or I’ll switch to breaking your neck. You’re a lingering presence invading my body so don’t think I won’t hesitate to break you.” You threaten, tightening your grip to get the point across.

「” Fine, fine. You did catch me so I’ll explain what it is. Bookmaker is a minus made to sully/soil the heart, warp the mind and break the spirit. As a result, it takes away everything that makes you yourself. It can turn a plus into a minus no matter how strong or abnormal. In its place, it sets everything to exactly the same as myself. Your body, spirit, technique, intellect, and talent; all fall to match the wielder of Bookmaker. It is the ultimate minus skill as no matter who it hits will become a loser like myself and receive the same damage as a result.”」 The mysterious figure explains. To you, it partially made some sense as your body was still feeling the mental scars that such a traumatic experience could leave. Even so, there was something about it that doesn’t add up as you come to wonder more about the minus.

Keeping himself aware of his surroundings, a sly smile starts to form on his creepy face.「” But what if I told you that was just the first screw. If one screw can do that much damage to your very begin. What would happen if you were to receive a second screw? Three? Maybe seven or perhaps a dozen.”」

>What do you do?

>Let him go and jump away from him
>Grab him tighter and leap from the rooftop to take him down with you
>Try and knock him unconscious through brute force
>Other [write-in]

>>3982497
>Grab him tighter and leap from the rooftop to take him down with you
>Halfway down, jump off of him and fly through a window into the corridors.

>>3982497
>Grab him tighter and leap from the rooftop to take him down with you

>>3982497
>>3982503
Support

>>3982497
>>3982503
Sounds hype, supporting.

>>3982503
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>>3983075

Alright, it seems like we're going for the hotblooded approach. So give me those rolls.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>3983949

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>3983949

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>3983949
NUMBUH ONE

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>3983949
Tacos are delicious

>>3983949

You didn’t even need to hear the rest of the mysterious figure’s speech to feel your body descend into a trembling fit of terror. That disgusting aura emitting from that mysterious entity was ramping itself up to new heights. Clearly, despite being held by your strong full nelson, there was still a sense of dread in the air. Almost as if that he still has something under his sleeves. Either way, you knew that you cannot let this mysterious person make another move. Turning your eye to the back of you, an idea quickly forms just in the knick of time.

「” Oh what’s this now? Are you so scared that you become silent now? Perhaps suicidal even?”」The mysterious person asks, noticing just how much you were shaking underneath your hotblooded banchou identity. At this point, you weren’t making it a secret that you were terrified by him despite not knowing the full extent of what he did. But it seems like it might have something to do with multiple screws from Bookmaker.

With some quick thinking, you start to move towards the edge of the roof, holding your arms against the mysterious entity to strengthen the grapple hold. Struggling helplessly in your grasp, he can only watch at what’s to become of him. Before he has any time to scream or act, you launch yourself back in one quick jump. Now pushing forward in mid-air, the two of you quickly descend from the rooftop towards your imminent downfall. Although even at falling at a modest speed, the mysterious individual soon lets out a half-hearted chuckle.

「"That’s right. Despite not knowing the true danger of Bookmaker your mind and body can start to perceive the threat.No, it’s because you experienced the full experience of bookmaker at its strongest form before the end that your body is trembling in so much fear. Also, there’s one more fact you should consider. Though I normally use the screws to serve as the medium for this repulsive minus..."」 The mysterious person explains, trying to distract you from the fall. However, you took the necessary step to drown him out and keep aware of your surroundings.

After all, you wanted to keep yourself paying close attention to how far you were descending downwards. Only once you saw yourself coming close to the halfway point did you reveal the truth to your reckless jump. Shifting your body in a fluid 180 rotation spin, you firmly prop your legs against the mysterious individual’s back. Following up on this maneuver you quickly let go of his arms, giving the mysterious entity freedom to move his body. But that was irrelevant as you then jump off of him towards the window, forcing him to descent further at a greater speed.

>>3984265

「...I never said I need my hands to use it.」As the mysterious man said this, you would feel your body dropping down, just seconds after grabbing the window rail. That sickening aura was worsening as even despite being away from the mysterious individual, your hair was starting to turn pitch white. 「” Oh? Ooops, guess I was too late in explaining that little detail. What a pity.」 The mysterious man explains just moments before crashing down against the ground.

With a loud slam, you hear the mysterious figure crashing down against the hard pavement, Of course, a fall from this height wouldn’t bring anything higher than broken bones but at the very least you believe that would keep him down while you face this relentless presence clinging on to you like cheap trick from Jojo Bizzare Adventure’s part four.「”Still, it looks like I can’t permanently stop the deterioration of Bookmaker. Oh well, prolonging it as long as I can until this existence of mine becomes nonexistent is the kind of losing battle that fits a minus just like myself.”」

「” As I told you, you won’t remember anyway. At least as long as the weight of my will imposes upon you as it seals off the knowledge of the truth. So before you fade away, I’ll answer just one more question. Any question you have. So choose carefully.”」 The mysterious figure comments, pulling himself from the ground rather eerily, relocating all of his dislocated bones like some sort of unkillable zombie. It only serves to further his creepy factor as you struggle to pull yourself up into the window. The empty feeling crushing your very soul worsening with each second.

>Ask Misogi what does he mean by the “strongest form” of「Bookmaker.」
>Find out what exactly happened during that “day”
>Who is the identity of himself and that mysterious girl?
>Other [write-in]

>>3984272
>>Ask Misogi what does he mean by the “strongest form” of「Bookmaker.」

>>3984272
>Find out what exactly happened during that “day”
I'm kind of torn considering that the first option contains information that we ourselves likely don't have in our blocked memories. I don't think that information would be all that useful though so I'll settle for figuring out the events of that day. It's been a pretty big question for Kenichi and I'm curious as to what changed from canon. Also I figure it's easier to also remember the identities after remembering the events than vice versa.

>>3984272
>Find out what exactly happened during that “day”

>>3984272
>>Ask Misogi what does he mean by the “strongest form” of「Bookmaker.」

>>3984272
>Find out what exactly happened during that “day”

>>3984290
>>3984294

I don't see these two contradicting each other not to ask both

>>3984314
> I’ll answer just one more question
Read mf, read.

>>3984314
He'll answer only one question, so unless you can prove that the two are linked...

>>3984316

Well it seem like its connected given we experienced the strongest form of bookmaker on that day and it left us with ptsd but to play it safe I'll go with bookmaker

So do we remember about Ajimu whenever we are in this dream like state then forget when we wake up or does it require a different form of unconsciousness?

>>3984329

You don't remember Ajimu directly, but you do remember talking to a beautiful girl resembling her and giving you something to your pact in this dream-like state.

>>3984272
>Find out what exactly happened during that “day”

>>3984272
>Find out what exactly happened during that “day”

>>3984295
>>3984306
>>3984355
>>3984425

“Tell me….Tell me what exactly happened during that day. The day where I was lying in Medka’s arms on a cold raining day.” You shout, still struggling to keep yourself latched on to the window. There were many different questions you could have asked, including what the mysterious entity mean by the strongest form of Bookmaker. But given the nature of this intruder, you felt it was more important to know more about your trauma.

Clapping his hands together the mysterious entity makes a rather shocked face before expressing a rather trollish facial expression.「” Wow! What a boring and typical answer Ken-chan. Here you are passing away potential knowledge that you might not even know in that fracture noggin of yours. But a request is still a request.”」

「” Hmm, it’s hard thinking like this. Why you have to go and put me on the spot like this Ken-chan?”」 The mysterious entity laments, showing genuine signs of anxiety as he struggles to think. Only after pondering for a bit does his face starts to grin maliciously. From out of nowhere another screw appears out of his hand as he stabs himself in the head with it. Giving you quite the gruesome sight to look at, the mysterious entity twist the screw clockwise for a bit.

「” Ah! There we go! Just what I needed~ Now I can think more clearly.”」 The mysterious entity exclaims, bouncing back to his feet with newfound vigor. As if he made your entire struggle with him become nothing.

「” It was at the end of the summer break during your final year in middle school. You were walking home after fighting with Medaka and left feeling rather bitter about it. I don’t know the full details nor do I care but if I were to guess, it was about how Medaka has been meddling with your affairs and fighting the Hakoniwa Academy Student President in your steed. I do remember that you did something exceptionally foolish and brought out her War God Mode in the argument. Yet it did its purpose in weakening both you and Medaka in the process, as well as isolating her. Perfect for an ambush.」 The mysterious entity explains, revealing his underhanded and detestable tactic that somehow made Nekomi seem like the most honorable person in the world by comparison.

>>3985563

「” Although I planned to attack Medaka in a weaken state, cripple her before she can recover after the start of the second year and the awakening of War God Mode. But a Kenichi at his weakest was too good to pass up. Not that I had no problem taking you out back then even if you were healthy due to your state of mind there. After all, it was your arrogance and superiority complex then that made it so easy to break you. Though you did put up a rather good fight despite your condition. Almost if fighting War God Mode made you stronger and being pushed in between a wall and a hard place caused you to developed the prototype Artificial God Mode, Model Kenichi. Though if going by your chuuni naming style it would be called Shabbos Devil Mode. Of course, you managed to complete it just moments before your downfall.”」 The mysterious entity teased, poking fun at you while coming close to having you slip up and fall from the window. Yet you were stubbornly hanging on to dear life, proving if nothing else you were tenacious as they come.

Taking a moment to laugh at your struggle, the mysterious entity’s tone began to change. Becoming more serious rather than the patronizing paradox that he made himself as. 「” Really just defeating you there was good enough to me at the time. After all, it was your meddling that kept Medaka from turning into a minus when she was meant to after I enlightened her to the truth. It was you who gave Maguro hope after losing his precious sister Kujika and never awakening his abnormality. It was you who broke the shackles to Kouki and led him to the path of finding something in his life to give him meaning. It was you who managed to do the unthinkable and reform a minus, especially one like Kuromi, the woman who cared warmth and affection but leaves denied all these aspects as she’s stuck in a frozen abyss cut off from the world. A world without light. And...it was you who stole the woman I loved more than my parents, more than Ms. Hakumasa, and the one who I loved more than Medaka Kurokami. It was as if your very existence was an antagonizing roadblock to my perfect victory. The victory that I crave with every part of my entire being.”」As he says this, you saw swelling anger coming out of him as the disgusting aura becomes more malicious and venomous.

>>3985617


「“Yet despite my hatred of you, I was rather lenient. I only used one bookmaker. A brief taste of my entire existence so you too can come to understand the truth. Naturally, you ended up breaking from it, setting myself to be satisfied. However, It’s what you said during that period that truly brought your downfall. With those red eyes, you uttered a forbidden word and questioned my resolve. Egging me forward with the notion that just because I met them first, both Medaka and that other women, no…that;s not completely accurate. All the people I rounded up chose you over me. And that no matter what I did, I’ll always be a loser in that fight is what set off the divine retribution. In other words, your arrogant pride took you too far too the sun and you got burnt for it. As if someone spoiled like you can understand a minus, much less be give your patronizing viewpoints of compassion and love. That’s just being selfish and shallow.”」 The mysterious entity says, growing more angry and vengeful by the second.


「” But to get back on top it, I didn’t hit you with just one bookmaker no. I hit you several times. I threw enough screws to completely shatter your sense of self and sealed away what you cherished most. Everything that made you you was severed and sealed into the very depths. The egocentric bancho being dragged down to the same loser status as your most hated enemy. It was the hellish treatment only reserved for the elite of the elites, like Medaka. But just like always, you couldn’t stand to be under her shadow or was it a last-ditch effort to protect that monstrous beast from her impending doom. Perhaps that’s why you took the fight. To protect Medaka from me since I was the one who broke her twice. Or maybe you really thought that you could defeat me. Who’s to say what was the true reason, the point ended up being that I couldn’t expose myself further. Especially since I ended up wasted the remaining embers of Bookmaker on you. So left I did, leaving Medaka to find your comatose and broken body in the pavement. “」 The mysterious entity remarks, looking up while putting his hands in his pocket. Images of his face were starting to disappear. No longer was his face hidden in shadow as he appeared to be a rather average if not handsome boy with dull, blue eyes. The only thing that kept him from being charming was his sickening personality and aura.

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>>3985628

Slowly he begins to walk forward, coming towards you like a serial killer approaching his soon to be victim. Once he came close to the edge of the wall, he surprises you by walking on it. Using some sort of trick, he was able to defy the laws of gravity as he got closer. 「” To be honest, I was expecting you to never wake up. And even if you did, you’d be so devoid of anything resembling your old self that you’ll never recover. An empty and lifeless husk of the once-great devil bancho. Unable to ever see and experience the challenge or values in anything ever again. At point, giving you a meaningless existence was the perfect punishment for you. A normal who continued to defy his place in the world, and challenge those who stand against his way. All to prove his self-worth and value. The biggest sore loser.”」

「” Of course the scar that I made in Medaka’s heart only worsen further thanks to you. The Medaka-chan you know her now is far weaker than she was in middle school. All thanks to your contribution. Unfortunately, if it wasn’t due to the interference of another, I think that time she would’ve finally turned into a minus rather than stay a plus. But you had to take that burden away from her. Draw that negativity into yourself, put the pieces back together and break out of your state of emptiness.”」The mysterious entity spoke, now clicking to your mind that he was the student council president. His name continues to escape you but the memories of him were starting to become clear and vibrant.

「” In any case, this doesn’t change my plans. I might not have Bookmaker anymore but in its place, I obtained another Minus. A minus that’s just as good as the most vile, deplorable minus that was Bookmaker. And to think its all because she tried to take Bookmaker to undo her imprisonment. Unaware that Bookmaker is a rather stubborn and persistent Minus. One way or another, it’ll always come back. Not only because it’s the most terrifying minus but the fact that I made it that way. “」

>What do you do?

>Try to attack him with your remaining strength
> Use this chance to grab him and force yourself to remember his entity
>Jump off from the building and force yourself to wake up
>Swallow your pride and use ????
>Other [write-in]

>>3985641
>>Swallow your pride and use ????

>>3985641
>Swallow your pride and use ????

>>3985641
>Swallow your pride and use ????

>>3985641
>Swallow your pride and use ????

>>3985641
>>Swallow your pride and use ????
Was a bit torn with just trying to remember him but last thread it was stated that we've matured, trying to humble our self and keeping our arrogance in check. Just now Kumagawa said we put our self back together and I'm assuming Bookmaker isn't currently affecting our personality but the trauma that came with it did, which is why we were humbled in the first place. So I'm gonna vote to keep maturing and throw away our pride because
>1. Kumagawa won't expect it from the egotistical bastard he knows
>2. In a way, it's because of Kumagawa that we matured.
Bookmaker, as twisted as it was, was also his way of making the other person understand how he felt. And the idea of taking something he inflicted on us to hurt us and turning it into something to help us is fantastic. It's only appropriate of the man who always loses.

>>3985650
>>3985652
>>3985655
>>3985671

Alrighty then, this is completely optional but you can roll to see how effective you are in bringing it out and what it'll do in the grand scheme of things.

Either way, 「The Beginning」is here

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>3985696
I guessed as much. We did say we would try to beat Medaka without it, we didn't say anything about Kumagawa.

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>3985696
>That spoiler

Please oh please dice gods

>>3985691

Including you to the mix here >>3985696 and kudos for coming to that conclusion. I wasn't sure if I have gotten the message across with these threads so far so it does my heart good to see someone simplify it.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>3985696

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>3985696
>>3985705
Thanks boss, spent a good 20 minutes trying to choose and realized after going through the old threads. It's actually all connected pretty well.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>3985696
Let the chaos begin!

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>3985696
Man, these rolls suck.

>>3985691

Guilt couldn’t begin to describe the soul-crushing despair and sorrowful self-loathing that you were feeling. Sure Bookmaker was doing a fine job negatively impacting your spirit, but hearing an abbreviation of the full story and the impact you left on Medaka really hits home. There’s a fine difference between being a jerk with a heart of gold and being an utter dick. And it seems like the you of the past ended up forgetting that and doing something completely deplorable. It almost made the mysterious student council president better by comparison as well as nearly justify using Bookmaker on you. If only you weren’t so riddled with prideful arrogance, then maybe things would’ve been different.

As you start to ponder this, a spark begins to ignite inside of you. Hitting rock bottom and acknowledging the very worst aspects of yourself gave you a new perspective. A clarity that was once hidden by the overblown ego that being at the top of the summit has brought you. Looking back on it now, you really owe your mother and master an apology for being such a foolish student. But it’s through that experience that you were able to grow and mature. Rather than feeling defeat and wallow in despair, you turned it into a learning experience. Subconsciously starting from scratch, you found the courage to start again and the insight to return to your roots.

Only after experiencing Bookmaker once again did your sense of responsibility reaffirm your judgment on the path to atonement. You started to laugh at yourself, looking at the pathetic sight on the mirror as the mysterious entity stops in confusion.“You’re right. I hate to admit it, but you’re right about me. Every single bit of it. In truth, I became overconfident to the point of being conceited and that let me push away others. All because I was too proud to admit my shortcomings and holding a grudge for the world for taking away something important to me. I really do owe Medaka an apology for being so jealous and insecure around her.”

“I was bitter about never being able to beat Medaka, to do the things that she does so easily that I ended up pushing her away and making a mask to hide my insecurity. To become the personification of victory, a vision of myself that can do anything and prove my superiority by defeating anyone that came my way. All to stand above Medaka...when really…..I should’ve focused on standing beside her and keeping her from feeling alone. Just like Maguro wanted me to do. I’m so stupid!” You scream, slamming your head against the window, breaking that pathetic image of your old self as blood drips from your forehead. “And it’s not just her. I been ignoring everyone else’s pain to focus solely on my own. But that ends today.”

>>3986012

Just before the mysterious person came close within his screw throwing range, you end up surprising him by lifting yourself up to the window. Your white hair changing to a pitch-black, symbolizing your transformation. “...Misogi Kuwagawa...thank you. If I didn’t experience Bookmaker…. I wouldn’t have realized my own shortcomings and grow into a better person. Although I’m back to zero that doesn’t mean everything has become meaningless. Just that another path of the endless possibility has opened to me.”

“「” What are you talking about? Has the trauma from Bookmaker broken you down already, so now you’re giving into delusions over your lost memories?“」Misogi asks, keeping his poker face at the fact you managed to remember his face and name.

“You might be a hallucination of my guilt, the remnants of bookmaker now sentient, or even the real Kumagawa talking to me through my subconscious or anything else. But it matters not. I’m taking the first step to a new tomorrow. So that means saying goodbye to the old Kenichi Hakumasa and taking responsibility by taking the lost memories, awakening them and acknowledge the pain that comes from it before finally putting it to rest. I’m done running away. ” You declared, putting your body upwards as you finally stand on equal footing with Misogi, both figurative and literally. Though you weren’t really sure how you were doing the latter. Mind over matter perhaps.

That coy and emotionless smile slowly descends into pure, unrelenting rage as Misogi glares at you. “You say you’ll accept it. Accept all your shortcomings and weaknesses while moving forward. Not only that... You’re apologizing to me while acknowledging me! Don’t screw with me, Kenichi Hakumasa!” Misogi screams, dropping his usual speech pattern, no longer trying to sound or look cool.

“That naive, purely selfless and virtuous spirit is what I hate most about you! It’s no different than self-righteousness! And now you’re saying you’re changing yourself like its nothing. Just how self-absorbed can you be Kenichi Hakumasa! People can’t change! This isn’t Shonen jump! Reality is far crueler than that! Everyone hides their worst selves in order to be accepted. That’s why we’re as a species are so two-faced. Such pure-hearted naivety is a lie. You’re just whitewashing!” Misogi hollers, throwing a series of screws directly at you. Surprising him in the act you choose not to doge them as the screw hit their mark on your body, similar to the crucifixion you underwent in the past.

Even with the screws lodged deep inside of you, your hair remains pitch black as slowly the screws begin to crumble. “So what if it is?! That doesn’t change the truth. Only by accepting our worst alongside our best virtues, we can change and come together...as equals! It’s never too late or impossible!“ You declared, aiming your thumb at your chest while taking a dramatic pose.

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>>3986020


“Screw you! Don’t twist my it isn’t my fault philosophy and turn it into something sickeningly positive.” Riddled with rage and resentment, Misogi lungs forward with the screws in hand, throwing several in order to force you to block them. Only to then follow up with a swift kick to the legs, knocking you off balance in the process.

Swiftly you priorities defending yourself from the screw by grabbing to the wall and throwing yourself back up towards the rooftop. Leaving you to just barely dodge the onslaught of screws currently grinding deep into the school building. Misogi, on the other hand, marches forward, no longer playing around. I expected you to tell me that my way of life, tell me that my entire being is wrong. Instead, you’re trying to understand me and what led to my state of mind. Inserting yourself into my position to see things from my perspective. Truly understanding everything about me while simultaneously rejecting everything. No, rather than reject...you’re trying to save me. while accepting me. Reprimanding me of my actions while giving salvation through redemption. A savior demon….the ultimate contradicting paradox.

As you made it to the top, you take a moment to calm your nerves and transition into the second step of Mushin, Meikyo-Shisui. With newfound clarity, you come to realize the gravity of the situation. You weren’t sure when or how but subconsciously you been transitioning into awakening the skill buried deep in your heart. No, to be more accurate it was always been awake, just that your stubborn pride has been keeping it dormant and docile. Even with number one, you couldn’t fully break the stigmata of Bookmaker. While it might be possible to bet on it, you were going to prove a point to Misogi by fully embracing this newfound power.

Channeling your hotblooded nature and passionate spirit, you desperately try to fully embrace the power of the「The Beginning」. Sparks start to shoot up from your entire body, hitting you a multitude of jolts. Rather than fighting against it, you focus your mind and let go of your ego to embrace the power with open arms. Going from the once chaotic sea of shockwaves and discharge to a more serene current of electricity, you feel the power coursing through you. Unfortunately, as you were coming to using it, your body quickly drops to one knee, pushing you to a point of exhaustion. While different from the excruciating pain, there was tremendous stress placed upon you as it was taking your strength of will to remain conscious.

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>>3986048

“Can’t be helped. I have an unfortunate habit of diving into any situation, giving my all regardless of what it’ll do to my body or if it would be better to be more reserved. I tend to worry about the ramification only after I finished what I needed to do.” You painfully laugh, staring at Misogi coming towards you with the intent to fully put you down. “I feel like Son Goku after he abused the Kaioken while in Super Saiyan blue.”

The mysterious woman chuckled, hopping off from her desk as she soon stretches her arms out like a savor. “But I don’t dislike such recklessness. So I’ll do you a favor and lend you my assistance until you reach a stage where you can use the full bulk of its power on your own.”

“Thank you...Vice-president.” You close your eyes, smiling as the surging vortex of power completely envelops you as 「The Beginning」 fully stabilizes. A rainbowish aura forms around your surrounding area, shooting high into the sky as a massive pillar obscuring your form.

“Call me Anshin'in Kenichi.” The vice president spoke, playfully reprimanding you as the transformation takes place. You felt your entire sense of self-changing as the phrase “「Ladies and Gentleman」echoes inside your mind. Afterward, you feel yourself blackening out as your silhouette changes in magical girl fashion. By the time Misogi made his way up the rooftop pillars and onto the roof itself, standing in weight was a young woman with very long light brown hair, with orangish streaks at the bottom. Wearing an alteration of the delinquent uniform, she took a rather dramatic stance, looking down at Misogi.

“「”...Vice President?! “」 Misogi exclaims, completely taken off guard by the sudden appearance of the mysterious girl. However, his eyes quickly narrow as he still feels your presence and seeing some of your features remain only feminized. “...No, you’re similar but not her at all. What is this trick Kenichi Hakumasa?!”

“Well, you’re half right. I’m the manifestation of the bond between them and bonds inside of Kenichi’s heart. The name Ken out of Kenichi can have many meanings but let’s go with this meaning for this name Kenshin'in-san or Clear One. Befitting if I don’t say so myself given this individual’s true background.” The mysterious brunette spoke, showing a rather sassy know-it-all approach as she beacons Misogi forward. “The real Kenichi is far too tired to fight, so I’ll have to do it in his steed. So please don't hold it against me.~”

>How do you proceed?

>Play around and get used to this new form and 「The Beginning」
>Mimic Medaka's motions and go for "True War God Mode"
>Call forth a random skill from 「The Beginning」 to counteract the situation
>Focus on evading Misogi and undoing the damage done by bookmaker
>Other [write-in]

>>3986057
>>Focus on evading Misogi and undoing the damage done by bookmaker

>>3986057
>>Call forth a random skill from 「The Beginning」 to counteract the situation
Oh hey Haruhi. I've always wondered if the similitudes of these two series were just coincidental.

>>3986057
>Focus on evading Misogi and undoing the damage done by bookmaker
I really want to see what The Beginning can do but at the same time, getting rid of Bookmaker's effects is pretty important.

>>3986057
>Focus on evading Misogi and undoing the damage done by bookmaker
Then we focus on Kumagawa.

>>3986066
> Yeah Ajimu does bare striking resemblances with Haruhi and has a similar melancholy attitude. Though in her case, she's everything Haruhi is taken up to their logical extremes.

>>3986060
>>3986069
>>3986074

Alright, make your rolls to see how well you do.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>3986088

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>3986088

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>3986088

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>>3986092

>>3986092

Smells like new form syndrome. Now to think about how this leads to a catastrophic failure.

Rolled 12, 12, 81, 39, 60, 100, 77, 28, 18, 46 = 473 (10d100)

>>3985701
>>3985702
>>3985715
>>3985722
>>3985732
>>3985746
>>3986089
>>3986090
>>3986092
Wait, are we on a low streak?

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>>3986100
Apparently not. I guess >>3986092 is a minus

>>3986100
You fucker.

>>3986088

“As if a stunt like this will deceive me. This is merely an illusion like Aizen’s Kyoka Suigetsu or a cheeky setup for a deceptive gag trick like Emporio Ivankov’s devil fruit.” Misogi declares, pointing his index finger and taking an ominous silhouette.

“Aww, don’t be like that Miso-chan. Despite how it happened, I’m very much one hundred percent female. Even changed my clothing to better fit my new form.” You teased, placing your hand on your chest while confidently taking a pose. A loud buoyancy sound echos from your body as your chest bounce vibrantly with each motion. This was certainly physics that you never once had to deal with previously. At the same time, that loud bombastic sound effect was making poor Misogi sweat bullets as he’s reminded of a certain tomboy from middle school.

“Oh, that’s right since I’m a stand-in for her my body ended up matching her exact measurements~ Talk about embarrassing. Maybe it’s in these jugs that Meda-chan hides her power level and plot armor.” You awkwardly chuckle, looking down at your chest before the rest of your body. Although more modest and old-fashion compared to the real deal, you mentally got the feeling you were essentially the best of both candidates for your dream girl.

Misogi gulps, feeling himself rather conflicted about the entire ordeal. On one hand, it was his greatest enemy now a feminine bombshell not unlike Medaka, reminding him of the other person she detests. Actually considering the inspiration between the triad of people that pisses him off it was perfect to say such a perfect embodiment was taunting him right in front of his eyes. But even he couldn’t deny the oozing charisma that was now affecting him just like your mother did all those years ago. Slowly he moves his hand, grabbing at your skirt and before being met with a swift kick to the face, exposing your short and pantyhose in the process.

“As always Miso-chan you’re the absolute worst~” You smile, stomping your feet constantly underneath Misogi’s skull till a giant crater formed from the relentless assault. “If you wanted to know what color my panties are, you could’ve just asked and I’ll tell you.”

“That may be...but as a man and your senpai, it’s only expected of me to do the logical thing and take the chance. On that note, compression shorts otherwise called spats with pantyhose isn’t exactly something I dislike. Especially on that big, round, tight, bubble bu-” Before he could finish, Misogi was met with a cruel stomping at his little nuts and bolts. Figment of the real Misogi’s imagination or not, a jackass was still a jackass. And you weren’t holding back.

“Thanks for noticing~ I do squats every day. These buns of steel don’t quit and can break you further if you keep harassing me.” You remark, dropping him to the floor and leaving him to squirm in pain.

>>3986145

“Believe me...this is harassing me as well seeing you like this. A truly self-defeating hell. You tempting succubus!” Misogi remarks, his voice cracking from the pain as he quickly pulls himself together. Tenacious like a cockroach was a quote that best describes the zombie-like durability and endurance that Misogi has. And to think he has the nerve to call himself the weakest.

“Don’t you know Miso-chan? I’m far more than a mere supernatural beauty like the succubus. Like Asta, I’m a despair eating demon~” You smiled devilishly, licking your lips in anticipation at the hunt. The implications alone were enough to raddle Misogi from his vengeful rage to a more sorrowful pit of pure anguish.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Misogi cries, getting ready to pull out and throw another array of screws. However, seeing his technique numerous times, you easily acted long before he could manifest his screws. Tapping his shoulder and forearm, you quickly hop off his body, pushing him back down to falling off the building while you glide through the air with a cheeky grin.

As much as part of you want to really test out this new form and see what the 「The Beginning」 can really do, it was perhaps better to avoid Misogi Kumagawa right now and fix your fragmented mind. Just because he can’t permanently stop the decay of 「Bookmaker」 doesn’t mean that you should continue giving him the chance to delay the inevitable for a second longer. With your rampant sprinting jumping you find yourself flying up high into the sky. In actuality, you were using the air as a solid platform as you propel your air walking through rapid kicks like Sanji from One Piece, the reishi manipulating races from Bleach and Might Guy from Naruto. With just a few kicks you could easily see the entire city.

“What are you trying to do…?” Misogi utters, still struggling to stand as he finds himself unable to reach you so high up in the air at his current state.

>>3986150

“Just watch me Miso-chan~ I’m about to take all the remaining bookmaker screws and devour every last trace of your negativity and restoring my peace of mind.” You smile, stretching your arms out wide in the air for dramatic effect. Just like the famed spirit bomb, you were using your supernatural presence to draw out all the remaining effects of「Bookmaker」 into a single point and then proceed to destroy it. As you focus, you start to feel the negative energy coming towards you. Perhaps a little...too well.

Suddenly from out of nowhere, you feel your body being skewered from all directions. From head to toe, there was a screwed digging deep inside your body while you kept your cheeky smile. Only after a few seconds did your body finally registered exactly what has happened to it. Your supernatural charisma of positivity drew all the negative aspects of the alienating 「Bookmaker」 still lingering inside to a single point. Unfortunately, rather than that point being above your hands, it chose your entire body to become the vessel. At the very least your hair didn’t turn snow-white from the puncturing 「Bookmaker」.

“...Eh? What’s this?!” You ask, blood spilling out from your body as you start to plummet downwards to the ground.

Misogi can only laugh in response to the monumental fuckup that your shining moment coming crashing down. “...Congratulations, you brought all the remaining pillars of Bookmaker into one single spot and now they’re wedged deep inside yourself. This is the one time where I can truly, unironically say” Misogi says, clearing his throat as his voice finally returns.

“Don’t you say it.” You scream, still pummeling down towards the ground at a ridiculous rate.

“..It wasn’t my fault.” Misogi smiles, saying it just in time for you to see the coy smile on his face as you descend down to the ground.

“Son of a bitch!” Those were the last words you said before colliding hard with the ground. Perhaps making an even bigger crater than Misogi’s, you were now beaten and battered from the tumble. Everything was becoming black, leaving you to look at Misogi who surprisingly appeared in front of your limping body.

“..Goodbye, for now, Kenichi Hakumasa or should I say Kenshin'in-san. So long as 「Bookmaker」is stuck inside of you, sooner or later I’ll return. But for now, it looks like I’m being assimilated into your core. In a way, this is my loss. Even so, I at least took away and sealed something else important to you in exchange for this forced merger.” Misogi points out by showing his arm, particles that as keeping him whole was now starting to break apart and be siphoned into your body.

>What do you do?

>Resist "waking up" and fight Misogi
>Bet on 「The Beginning」to get you out of Misogi's trap.
>Wake up knowing that you at least fixed your fractured mind.
>Other [write-in]

>>3986156
>Bet on 「The Beginning」to get you out of Misogi's trap.
Oh.

>>3986156
>Bet on 「The Beginning」to get you out of Misogi's trap.

>>3986156
>>Bet on 「The Beginning」to get you out of Misogi's trap.

>>3986158
>>3986159
>>3986160

Make your rolls and pray for a miracle, also voting isn't over. So if another choice dominates you can roll for that.

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>3986165

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>3986165
Time for 2

>>3986167
HA

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>3986165

>>3986167
You fuck.

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>3986165

>>3986167
Have we fallen into hell or something?

>>3986186
kumagawa bookmaker'd the dice

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>>3986167
>>3986186

This is clearly the dice's karma for all those 100s and number 1.

>>3986165

This wasn’t good at all. Being turned into a minus, having your memories sealed and suffering the trauma without knowing why was one thing. But to merge with the literal avatar of Misogi Kumagawa’s ego. Now that was a hell that you weren’t willing to pay for any price. And to think there was still the thing that Misogi mentioned he was sealing as a result of your latest blunder. With all these many screws inside of you, you found movement to be rather difficult. It was taking your all fighting the effects of 「Bookmaker」and keep yourself from relapsing into another breakdown.

Of course, that was only a temporally solution as things continue to blacken around you. Eyelids becoming heaver with your vision becoming blurry and distorted. Your remaining senses fading with the connection with your avatar body becoming detached. If this keeps up then you fear the worst possible scenario becoming a reality. It is at this point you start to channel what remaining strength you have into 「The Beginning」There was many things you didn’t know about the skill but what choice did you have? 「Number One」 and its sub-series were all tapped out from that overexposure so overusing it again could be detrimental to you.

If this power was meant to counterbalance Medaka and be her antithesis, then I just know it’ll create a miracle. Closing your eyes your everything into the skill. Separating yourself from everything else, including feeling that sickening presence seeps into your body, you vaguely start to hear voices as everything fades away. Got to hand it to Kumagawa, he’s quite the persistent troublemaker. But at least experiencing this method again has given me an idea...but you’re not going to like what I have to do. Left drifting in the darkness of your thoughts, a chilling shiver runs down your spine before an explosive jolt of energy.

“Misogi Kumagawa!” You scream, lunging forward from the bed in a cold sweat. Panting deep, laboring breaths you try to combat your haggard state with Qigong. Following this exercise slowly let yourself recover and regain a stable heartbeat. Placing your hand on your chest you take a sigh of relief.

“Good, I’m back in reality. Thank buddha. Would’ve been the biggest dick move that cock sucker could’ve done to me by blocking my memories again.” You mutter, eyes closed as you feel something soft. A strange, awkward feeling floods your mind as you keep contact. Squeezing this soft, supple and round area, a rush of embarrassment brushes across your face, causing you to blush. Squeezing it a few times you finally open up your eyes to look down.

>>3986254

Two exceptionally large round mounds sticking out from your tank top made you think of a certain blue-haired cowlick heroine with her curvaceous form. In fact, the more you explore your form you come to realize that you weren’t in your rugged, musclebound hotbloodedness that you proudly called your manly form. In its place was the same athletic womanly form that Medaka herself carries. Although noticeably more robust thanks to your continuous training. Right down to your now very long brunette hair you looked more like your supposed dream girl rather than the younger brother to Mirai. Eye twitching in distress you feel yourself appropriately about to freak out over the endeavor.

“Son of a horse dick fucking shit weasel! Fucking Bitch Whore…..ASSS!!!” You scream, shoving your face deeper into your pillow to spend the next fifteen minutes continuing to spew enough swears to make the finest ship captain squirm in misery. “God fucking damn it!”

On one hand, it seems that you recalled everything that has experienced in that dream-like world. So at the very least Misogi’s echo didn’t postpone your progression to uncovering your memories and getting over your trauma. On the other hand, you were currently stuck in the body of a fifteen-year-old teenage girl. Misogi may consider this a lost but you most certainly didn’t consider your current predicament a victory either. Worst yet, that strange feeling that usually came when you were in trouble was currently cut off. The only thing you were feeling was the overwhelming pressure deep into your chest. You weren’t sure if it was the 「The Beginning」 or your new bosom.

>What do you do next?

>Go into the bathroom and examine yourself while making sure this wasn’t a dream within a dream
>Adopt Medaka’s mannerism and don’t sweat the small stuff as you continue your morning
>Meditate and try to recollect your thoughts over what has happened.
>Go to [write-out who] for assistance and guidance
>Other [write-in]

>>3986265

>Adopt Medaka’s mannerism and don’t sweat the small stuff as you continue your morning

Just pretend there has been no change at all and watch everyone shit themselves and act like they're crazy. It'll be fun

>>3986145
>Especially on that big, round, tight, bubble bu-”
It's like we're wearing nothing at all....

>>3986265
I'm stuck between the bathroom and be chill options, so I'll just support
>>3986268

>>3986265
>Meditate and try to recollect your thoughts over what has happened.

>>3986265
>>3986268
>>Adopt Medaka’s mannerism and don’t sweat the small stuff as you continue your morning

Yes. Sounds like fun!

QM please tell me we aren't going to be stuck like this

>>3986278
The power of a 2 is beyond our comprehension

>>3986278

I'm not going to permanently make you stuck like this. Even I'm not that cruel. Still, it puts a greater sense of urgency of removing bookmaker from your body and returning to normal.

>>3986265
>Meditate and try to recollect your thoughts over what has happened

I’m worried on what he else he sealed

>>3986265
>Meditate and try to recollect your thoughts over what has happened.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>3986268
>>3986269
>>3986271
>>3986322

After spending some time kicking and screaming in frustration, anxiety and discombobulated, the stress accumulated starts to stagnate and lessen. There was one thing you haven’t tried yet. Patting yourself against your chest you try to invoke 「Ladies and Gentleman」 to see if you can change yourself back into a man again. To your fears, the skill was inactive as that glowing magical girl transformation didn’t manifest itself. Patting yourself repetitively didn’t bear any results as the only thing it did was fill you with greater anxiety.

Despite feeling the 「The Beginning」coursing through your body, the other feeling that unknown to you was 「Number One」was not responding in addition to the skill you tried earlier. Paranoid at what else could have been sealed, you start to take a yoga possed, legs crossed together as you begin to meditate. Clearing your mind you come to review what has taken place so far. Keeping those deep breaths in order, you dive through your mind. From what you can tell, your connection to your original form was sealed, as well as your hotblooded chuunibyou power or 「Number One」 as it's called.

Again it could have been due to burning out from the spar with your mother and needing rest to recover back to full strength. But paranoia was getting to you at what exactly the echoes of Misogi could have sealed beside your manhood or was that his true plan. Aside from being trapped in this body everything else seems normal. All the knowledge and experience you had before the trip was still evident, and you didn’t feel any effects of being a minus. Just your normal, usually zero impact self. Once that came into fruition, you begin to start breaking down into a fit of laughter. Laughing like a madwoman for a good ten minutes oddly enough ends up doing some good to your mental state.

Knowing that what took place in your dream did happen and packing the main bulk of your physical and mental trauma, it was necessary letting that out in a healthy manner. It was a miracle you didn’t break down like your older sister Mirai told you. Of course, it can also be seen as a sign of maturity. For instance, you can visualize and recollect middle school president Misogi Kumagawa with your body only shivering in disgust. That’s far from completely conquering your trauma but a major step compared to the wrecked mess you were prior. Quickly dropping back to your bed, you let out a big sigh.

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>>3986330

“Oh well. It’s useless thinking about it. After all, I just escaped a life-changing ordeal with this form being the worst of the consequences that the perils has brought me. For now, I should stick to committing myself to being simple-minded until my mental fortitude recovers. “ You smile, slowly changing it from the awkward panic into a dumbfounded expression.

Taking a page from Medaka, you settled on being a lovable Genki dimwit instead of your usual self. Thinking about what has happened only leads to you having a major headache. Your brain was already put into high gear digesting the lost memories that you recovered. Best not to overwork it further as you adjust for now until you fully regain yourself and figure a way out of this predicament. Going through the motions you got through your morning activities before changing your clothing. Making contact with your school uniform, it underwent a magical shojo transformation, turning into a fitting version for your current form.

Okay at least I don’t need to bug my big sister for clothing. Good on you Ladies and gentlemen. As you reflect on the properties of 「Ladies and Gentleman」as a gender-changing skill, it was quite versatile what types of body it changes into. The only prerequisites were that it changes them into the opposite gender. Aside from that, anything was game. Keeping that knowledge to yourself, you look at yourself in the mirror, wearing the girl’s variant of the student council attire with hoodie intact, pantyhose and spats underneath. Smiling at your form, tying the golden ribbons to keep your hair in place, you begin walking out of your room. Maybe nobody will notice.

>What do you do next?

>Have breakfast with your mother and sister
>Get something to eat on the way to school instead
>Just head to school and think about what to do there
>Consider the deeper implications and see how to mess with your friends while playing “dumb”
>Other [write-in]

>>3986340
>Just head to school and think about what to do there

>>3986340

Headache aside, you'll come to understand that just how helpful 「The Beginning 」is towards your mission to returning to normal once you calm your tits.

>>3986340
Damn we qt.

>Have breakfast with your mother and sister
You guys wanna pretend that we're Kenichi's secret lover that he's been keeping secret from them for years? Or is that too mean?

>>3986340
>Have breakfast with your mother and sister
Mommy will know what to do!

So, at a guess...「The Beginning 」let's us use a random skill belonging to Anshin'in?

>>3986347
Honestly I want to mess with everyone by pretending we are a alternate timeline kenichi that was born female.

>>3986340
>>Just head to school and think about what to do there

>>3986340
>>Consider the deeper implications and see how to mess with your friends while playing “dumb”

>>3986340
>>Have breakfast with your mother and sister
Other than the fact that it'd be good for a laugh, our mom's a chi master and all that jazz. It'll be an interesting perspective to hear from about body changing stuff like this. ...And also actually telling them that we've made significant progress with our trauma. It'll be good for everyone involved.

>>3986347
I much prefer telling the truth that "we had a dream about a boy and woke up like this." Extra points for blushing like the innocent maiden that we are.

>>3986347
>>3986353
>>3986404
>>3986470

Based on what the consensus has been so far, it seems like telling the truth with some light messing as >>3986470 suggesting is how we're handling it less someone got a better answer.

>>3986358

Well you're not wrong about that assessment.「The Beginning 」 is a very complex skill despite being simple. In its essence, it allows one to "Create" skills though "Duplicate" would be more accurate in comparison to Haten's skill creation skill「First Edition」 (What I'm thinking of naming his skill that create skills is since its never named in canon). That said, it surpasses simple Mimicry where one can only draw a fraction of the original skill, ability or feat, nor can you say it only focuses on instantly mastering to bring out 120% of their ability like 「The End」despite both being focus on learning. The skill true capabilities will be revealed in time as what it "creates" but know this. It's a skill that strongly represent a Shonen protagonist "Greatest" strength. Kenshin'in has already given a strong hint to its true nature.

>>3986699

For you, it was rather weird having to walk down in a skirt, The pantyhose mandated that effect as it feels more like tights mixed with the spats over them. And you didn’t want to reflect on the undergarments underneath. Even so, while manageable it was going to take some getting used to. All joking aside you decide to head downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. Ultimately it was better to rip the bandaid off and talk to your mother Hitomi and older sister Mirai about this predicament truthfully. Your mother abnormality 「Invincible East 」 also made her a master of the bio-energy that courses through the living body and the source of life itself, chi. If anyone would know what is wrong with you currently it’ll be your mother.

Taking that into account you ponder briefly on the ramifications that trampling down in this feminine form will do to your family’s psyche. But once again you channeled your arranged fiancee’s simple-minded aspect that was mainly due to being “too smart that she loops back into being stupid”. Navie as she was there was some practicality in not sweating the big stuff and being reactive through going with the flow. As you walk through the stairs and into the kitchen, you saw your mother back to her eleven-year-old form finishing up the last of the food. Meanwhile, Mirai was on her Nintendo switch device currently playing Tetris.

“Ah good morning Kenichi-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Hitomi’s warm smile quickly averts itself into a shriek at seeing her baby boy now a girl. Though even in her frantic state she still manages to complete cooking breakfast. Once again showing off those honed instincts and reflexes.

Narrowing her blue eyes to the loud screaming, Mirai sets her game down and turns to the family. “Jeez, must you be loud. Alright, Kenichi what did you d-daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” Mira spoke, showing a similar discombobulated and dumbfounded expression at your current appearance. Honestly, this made you feel rather better as it confirms that you weren’t hallucinating to the point your mind makes your transformation real due to Bookmaker.

“Tell us what happened to you, Kenichi,” Hitomi asks, running over to hug her child, continuing with her exaggerated panic like that of a gag manga. Mirai was gathering her thoughts as she was rendered speechless.

Getting into the swing of things you start to emulate proper Mahou Shoujo mannerisms, complete with proper animation. “It was awful. I had a weird dream where I was back in middle school reliving my past and then I met this strange boy. And when I woke up I ended up like this.” You spoke, turning your head and forcing yourself to blush while squirming your legs.

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>>3986841
“I just know he did something horrible to me with along with sexually harassing me by wanting to know the color of my panties. And...And” Hamming up on your performance you start to break down into tears, blushing harder in shame before covering your face. “I don’t think I can get married anymore. I’m sorry mama. I’m sorry big sis. I’m sorry Hayato and papa. Please forgive me.” You cry, continuing recollecting the events in soap opera fashion.

“Oh, Kenichi! I’m so sorry that you had to go through such a harrowing experience. Don’t you worry Kenichi, we’re going to do everything we can to help you go through this ordeal as well as find a cure for your predicament. We’ll make that boy take responsibility.” Hitomi reassures you, also reduced to crying as this further sells your shojo drama. Perhaps it was even worth an Emmy as you continue to ham it up by hugging your mother.

Mirai, on the other hand, looks at the scene with a blank, stone-cold expression. Sweat forms from the side of her face at the overacting nonsense. Soon she transitions into a sigh before closing her eyes. “Right so since I have to be the reasonable one out this melodramatic family, I’m calling bullshit.”

“Huh?” You blink, looking at your sister judging eyes as there was serious doubt coming from her. “W-What are you implying sis?”

“While your story has some truth in it, there are some gaping holes in your logic. To me, it’s more likely you reaped this unfortunate act upon yourself by something reckless. And someone of your status would’ve expose yourself regardless. Personally, I blame Medaka for that but it’s still your fault for being so easily impressionable.” Mirai shrugs before tapping a couple of buttons on her device. Her glance remained dead sharp on your figure as she continues punching in some commands.

“How can you say such a thing to your sibling?!?! Don’t you believe what I went through in that awful dream! How can you be so cruel Mirai!” You cried, once again overexaggerating the soap opera aspect while trying to make Mirai look like the bad gal here. But she was having none of that as she sees through your act.

“It’s an older sister’s job to call out their younger sibling’s bullshit bro. Or should I say Lil sis now.” As Mirai says this, her hand grabs deeply against your left breasts. Squeezing it with gentle firmness, her eyes blink a bit while leaving you frozen in the spot. “Hmm, so they are real after all. Here I thought it was some act of deception or trickery based on your subconscious taste of your dream girl.”

>>3986868

“What the hell are you doing?! You oni gorilla!” You scream, breaking out of character and letting that hotbloodedness seep out in vile aggression. “Besides how can you call me the little sister when I’m bigger than you.” You taunt Mirai, doing the same to her as she did to you, hurting her where it hurts.

The once cool and collective Mirai was succumbing to her own suppressed emotion as anger starts to bubble up to the surface. “Don’t call me a macho cavewoman you inflated barbie doll. “

Feeling yourself personally attacked by line you curl your lips into an angry smile. “I didn’t even say that. You got wax in your ears you ogre barbarian princess or you just became unable to understand human speech.” You say, bumping against Mirai while further taunting your older sister. Anger marks started to form and multiple over her body as she takes a deep breath.

“Finishing move Windup Whirlwind!” Mirai cries, smacking you with a metal bat from who knows whereas you come to receive a flurry of blows. Like the namesake, you find yourself currently lying on the ground in a pool of blood as you briefly hallucinate the sports series Diamond no Ace. Hitomi was left to morn over your body while Mirai took a stance befitting a Sukeban.

>What do you do next?

>Apolgize for going overboard and ask your family for help
>Turn to your mother for guidance and support.
>Use this blow as a chance to knock yourself unconscious and talk to ????
>Get back up and leave in dramatic fashion to Maguro's place.
>Other [write-in]

>>3986878
>Apolgize for going overboard and ask your family for help

>>3986878
>>Turn to your mother for guidance and support.

>>3986878
>>Get back up and leave in dramatic fashion to Maguro's place.
This might lead to more sexual harassment but he's probably the best choice that's not Ajimu.

>>3986878
>>Apolgize for going overboard and ask your family for help
Time to be serious

>>3986878
>Apolgize for going overboard and ask your family for help

>>3986884
>>3986889
>>3986894
>>3987023

Left to lie in a pool of your blood, you muster the strength to write an apology in your blood. In your eagerness to play off your transformation for laughs and drama, you made a grave mistake in setting your older sister off. The last thing you wanted was to get the cold shoulder from Mirai and have her reject helping you. Though you did expect Mirai to pull her punches considering your new form. After an offscreen makeup with your family, you drift into a brief slumber for Hitomi to do her magic. Placing her hands against your body she begins tapping into your chi. Through Hitomi’s chi techniques your body quickly heals the multitude of bruises, almost immediately restoring itself to the previous state prior.

“Thanks, mom.” You utter, lying on the floor with your back fully exposed for your mother to channel her chi effectively through aura and resonating with yours. Mirai, on the other hand, continues to press some buttons on her switch, keeping her analysis to herself. Not that you notice as you have ample distractions keeping you busy.

“I feel some lingering negativity residence in your chi, specifically the seven chakra points that govern the aura of it. It’s gathered in a single point, keeping it isolated as it resides in the seventh chakra point, the violet chakra called Sahasrara. This is certainly different compared to the last time I checked your chi through feng shui where it was splintered and spread out but much weaker in comparison because of the separation. Now in this singularity, it’s harder to break it down and extract.” Hitomi explains, waving her hand towards the Sahasrara. As soon as she pokes it, your body starts to tense up and invoke increasingly painful pulsations

“Ow.” You wince, feeling a sharp pain drilling into your body in a dull ache, involuntary contractions and spasms. “Be careful, I’m not as durable. “

“Don’t be a baby Kenichi. I can tell that despite your change in form, most of your stereotypical skills and attributes remain. Even then, I didn’t raise a weakling. Although, if I’m to be honest this new body feels more akin to your fiancee Medaka yet something else as well.” Hitomi spoke, briefly refuting shifting her eyes closely back to the center of your body. In her line of sight, she begins to see two circulating sources of essences in opposites to one another. You grumble in response and just think happy thoughts.

>>3987028

“If there’s nothing else I’d like to put back my top and get back to breakfast.” You say, showing signs of being embarrassed over your current predicament.
“Hold on Kenichi, there’s one more thing. I’m sensing something pretty strange inside of you. Currently, there are two different forms of chi flowing inside of you instead of one. Your normal bountiful lifeforce and the overabundant swelling vortex. It seems to be affecting your chi, making it become a very ample amount sure. However, as a result, there’s a sort of imbalance resonance between your native chi and this other chi. As if one is going to consume the other rather than be stationary in balance.” Hitomi explains, using your body to better explain the situation as you begin to feel these two different energies inside.

“Something or someone is anchored inside of you. I didn’t notice this prior because of your essence overtook it and thus covering it up. But with your latest change, it ended up taking center stage, leaving your origin on the sideline.”

“Great. I have an unknown source anchoring inside of me like a freeloader.” You sigh, thinking that it was most likely the effect of bookmaker once again running rampant inside of you. But you turn your attention back to Mirai. “I don’t suppose you got anything insightful assistance with my current issue. I don’t care how much I have to owe you after this.”

“Considering that I want my brother back as well, I’m not going to charge you anything for using my talents to help you,” Mirai remarks, turning her switch device back as a pinup screen appears with the title “Gamemaster” at the top. Unsurprisingly you documented this as her abnormality working through the medium of her gaming device.

“Let’s start with your new body. Your stats are currently at Medaka’s when she was in middle school, specifically at her strongest variation. This doesn’t do your self-confidence well since you didn’t want to be in her shadow. Now you’re Medaka’s doppelganger. Or would the term upgrade be appropriate.”

“Shut up. Not like my original body is any better according to the dream I have. So it can’t be helped.” You bark, tilting your head to avoid letting your sister see your embarrassed face.

>>3987055

“ According to 「Gamemaster」’s second subskill 「Strategy Guide」 that the skill Ladies and Gentleman is a skill that swaps genders. It sounds straightforward but there’s more two it than that. It can freely redistribute and redefine the swapped gender form. For instance, let’s say you turn someone into a girl. So long as its a girl, you have free reign to craft whatever form that female body takes. Can be a petite and slender maiden, a curvy beauty, a hulking amazon, a cute butterball, a short stack innocence, the possibilities are virtuous. Then there’s the fact about changing inanimate objects to fit that respective gender.” Mirai explains, showing a holographic projection of the datasheet that her abnormality has gathered.

“That’s pretty dark when you think about it. I just thought it was like Ranma ½’s Ranma Saotome where he changes into a 1 to 1 version of himself of different genders depending on the type of water spilled on him.” You mention, looking deep at your screen in thought. It certainly put a lot of implication of who or what influenced your current appearance.

“It also has another effect. Its practice is simplistic but those who are warped by the user can either retain their original history and status without issue although being genderswapped carries its own ups and downs as one deals with this change. Or a fabrication can be created and established for the new identity of the transformed individual. Rewriting over the old one and safely integrating itself as the new reality of truth. Either way, the one who gets to choose is the one who has the dominate will in the exchange. Got to say, although simple, this skill is pretty devious.” Mirai says, looking rather perplexed about the entire description.

“Why does that sound like you got more bad news?” You say, showing concern over your big sister.

“Well from what I understand, its basically a skill that remodels the body and alters the mind and suppresses the will of the soul. Consensus is possible but to me, it seems like this skill was made with the intent to turn people into the user’s “ideal” and “perfect” version of themselves abet genderfluid. Getting rid of any imperfection as they deemed fit. It’s a skill that has both plus and minus aspects so I’d be careful if I was you.”

“Right I’ll keep that in mind. Though if I start having the hots for dudes, please smack me.” You remark, causing Mirai to chuckle in response. “That does remind me. What exactly happened during my fight with mom. Everything is coming to me rather slowly but I do remember what I was doing during that time. I have been fighting like it’s been sixty hours and resting nearly the same amount but on my phone, it’s Monday morning.”

>>3987070

“Oh, that’s due to 「Gamemaster」’s third subskill 「Game Start」. By isolating you into my territory, I can apply the necessary physics and rules that are governed in games and/or sports and have that dimensional space follow that rule to the wire. In this case, I went with the bullet time event method to leave you two fighting in altered time while the real world continues as normal.” Mirai says nonchalantly, briefly revealing the same device she used to isolate you and your mother. “Otherwise you would’ve brought the house down with your spar.”

“Sort of like the hyperbolic time chamber.” You remark, genuinely surprised by your sister having that kind of ability. With how much she talks about her abnormality not being very convenient it seems that when the conditions are met it’s quite the abnormal skill.

“You could say that yes. It’s also how I used Pause to keep you in suspended animation until I can switch the mode to the hospital simulation game and repair you with Mom’s assistance. “ Mirai explains, pointing to Hitomi who wave back to you before going back to help out your body through the pressing of several pressure points.

“Thank you, both of you. Also, how are you holding up mom? You look like you’re completely back to normal but you didn’t take nearly as much physical damage as me.” You ask, greatly showing concern to your mother who only puts her arms up in a show-offy stance.

“Aww, how sweet to worry about your mother. But I’m fine for the most part. Transforming back to my true form takes up a lot of stamina and it’s hard repressing my abnormal personality after transforming back. It’s quite the drain both physically and mentally.” Hitomi smiles, petting you on the forehead rather than the scalp of the skull, being considering what is lurking at that chakra point.

“Let me make it up to you when I get the chance. It was my selfishness that ended up putting you into such a position. You got your reasons for why you keep that form under wraps so it was my fault for forcing you to go into it.” You bowed to the best of your ability, almost causing your mother to shed a tear at her cinnamon bun of a child. She couldn’t bring herself to speak and just smiles back at you.

“Not to interrupt the moment but If you want me to look up any other strange factors about you, you’ll have to wait a while. Some information takes longer to extract and decode into a tangible index of information. The skill I just did was only quick because of how simple it is and the fact it’s the only thing I’m investigating.” Mirai remarks, shifting gears and scanning your form for her abnormality to get to work. “That said, maybe you should go check up with Maguro. He could give you some pointers on how to deal with your current predicament.”

>>3987070

>How do you proceed?

>Take Mirai's suggestion and head to Ghost Babel
>Focus on school for now and let yourself recover
>Head outside to train and see if you can pull off any of Medaka's techniques before school
>Other [write-in]

>>3987095
>>Take Mirai's suggestion and head to Ghost Babel

>>3987095
>Take Mirai's suggestion and head to Ghost Babel
Is there really any other choice if we want to go back to normal quickly?

>>3987095
>>Take Mirai's suggestion and head to Ghost Babel
Prepare for high level sekuhara

>>3987102

There's always trying to find Kumagawa personally or find someone who can remove bookmaker's effects. But that perfect attendance record.

>>3987102
>Is there really any other choice if we want to go back to normal quickly?
Maybe, but do we want to do the Class 13 arc with our battered old body?

>>3987109
>perfect attendance record
Switching to
>Focus on school for now and let yourself recover

>>3987095
>>Focus on school for now and let yourself recover
OUR PERFECT ATTENDANCE

>>3987095
>Focus on school for now and let yourself recover

>>3987098
>>3987104
>>3987120
>>3987169

Guess I'm doing both

>>3987192

Or not as >>3987191 broke the tie. I'll stew on it as I write.

>>3987192

After a hearty breakfast and talking about lighter things, you packed your lunch and proceed to head to school. Normally it’ll take you about thirty minutes to reach the school and still have time to spare before becoming tarty. Unlike every other day, you were feeling super amazing right now. Like a bird with newfound wings, you were no longer weighed down by the remnant of broken wings. Moving at top gear, you swiftly blitz through your surroundings, traveling through the air like you were flying. The air walking you did in your dream was being recreated in reality. It was rather accelerating that you couldn’t help but laugh all the way to Hakoniwa Academy in less than ten minutes.

Eventually, you made your way to the entrance of the desolate Ghost Babel. Last since used forty years ago, this old building managed to survive throughout the countless seasons and weather changes. Despite being at one of Hakoniwa Academy’s corners far out in the distance, it has not once been threatened with the act of tearing it down. Thus giving it an eerie and bone-chilling vibe spread its name and notoriety. Although once decrepit and empty, it has since been remodeled secretly into an impressive fortress of solitude. With its outer walls merely used as a coat of camouflage for the reinforced secondary layers stacked underneath.

Previously this wasn’t even an afterthought in your mind as you weren’t the type to believe in superstition. Much less have any reason to explore, that is until today. With your memories of the past, roughly sixty percent restored compared to the original twenty percent, you knew the man living in the haunted building site. Reaffirmed by your big sister Mirai, you take a moment to look around as you step inside the entrance. During your sky dancing feat, you texted a message to Maguro, alerting him of your situation and even showing pics thanks to Mirai. Just in case it wasn’t enough to convenience him, you decided to pay a personal visit.

Making your way to the Intercoms, you announce yourself proper by pushing the red button. Hearing feedback you cleared out your throat before speaking. “Hey, Maguro-senpai. It’s me, Kenichi Hakumasa. I came to deliver a message. No, to be more precise I’m giving you proof of what has happened to me. I know the cameras are already looking at me from all directions.”

“ I might have drifted since the last time I saw you, but I made my way back to the starting line. Something happened to me during my confrontation with Kumagawa. It was the setting point for this spiraling experience of chaos that continues to run rampant in my life. Reliving that experience has made me aware of my shortcomings and weaknesses. I’m no longer that brash, reckless youth that pushes himself to the brink in order to keep with your little sister.” You say, taking another second to reflect on your past actions.

>>3987510

“That’s why.....” Pausing for a bit, you slowly drop to your knees before kneeling further. Without hesitation or regret, you transition into a traditionalist bow of apology. The memories of Medaka courses through your mind, especially that day where she was crying after holding your lifeless body. Gripping your hands tightly at the sight, a rising fire begins to build inside of you. “..I came here for your help. With your talents, you’ll be able to find out what is wrong with me and help me return to normal. Return me back to how I should be so I can start making the next step and standing alongside Medaka. Not out of pride or self-satisfaction, but so that I never make her sad or alone ever again. To continue the promise I made with you between men in elementary school. And, to protect all the things I cherish most.”

“Please! Lend me your strength, Maguro Kurokami.” You plead, even if you were going to most likely get rejected, it didn’t mean you would let it end her. If not today then tomorrow and so forth until the day where you can make the possibility of Maguro helping you a reality.


Breaking the seemingly endless silence was the sound of a familiar voice. That same cheerful if cheeky tone that used to be conflictingly polarizing for you during middle school. “Stage, not step. What you meant to say instead of taking the next step is to quickly transition into the next stage. If you’re going to commit yourself to something, you got to envision yourself surpassing expectations. Mr. Heat. Or should I say, Miss.”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or slug him from bringing back your childhood nickname as confirmation. Either way, you feel positively ecstatic to receive his approval. The doors to the gate quickly open up, revealing in its way a light show towards your next spot. Taking the hint you follow the trail of light towards the next intercom. It was connected to a large device, but upon closer expectation, you knew it to be a blood extraction case. With the tools needed for the extraction. Pressing the button after expectation you receive another call from Maguro.

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>>3987542

“Come after school and we’ll discuss what’s wrong with you. For now, leave a blood sample on the tray to the right.” Maguro answer. “Be warned, my examination will be quite thorough.”

Your body soon broke down into a shiver, almost killing that respectable vibe you were carrying for your senior. He was no Kumagawa but he still a pervert nonetheless. In retrospect, you were glad that Medaka wasn’t here. The last thing you needed was him fanboying over his little sister. Not that your current form was any better given the subtle similarities. Taking the ping pong like device from inside you inject yourself with it as instructed. Flowing out from your flesh and into the machine you see the blood filling up into its respective taking. After giving only the recommended amount, you put the device inside, close the door and walked back to the academy.

With plenty of time to spare it seems like you’ll be making to class on time with no issue. That said, there was still the pink elephant in the wrong. Dealing with the student body.

>What do you do?

>Acknowledge it immediately and get it out of the way as you focus on class
>Use 「Ladies and Gentlemen」 to fabricate a convincing backstory to explain your change
>Go back to being Medaka-lite and be oblivious to the change
>Go into the costume room, change into a thick boy’s uniform and pretend to be your old self with a cold.
>Other [write-in]

>>3987547
>Go into the costume room, change into a thick boy’s uniform and pretend to be your old self with a cold.
Let's not rewrite reality to explain one accident.

>>3987547
>Go into the costume room, change into a thick boy’s uniform and pretend to be your old self with a cold.

>>3987547
>>Go back to being Medaka-lite and be oblivious to the change
We still need to get the most of the situation. Let's have some fun!

>>3987547
>>Go into the costume room, change into a thick boy’s uniform and pretend to be your old self with a cold.

>>3987570
Supporting

Only issue with the thick boy's uniform option is that I just know there'll be some phys ed. class popping up and then we'll be screwed.
So I'm going with
>Go back to being Medaka-lite and be oblivious to the change

>>3987547
>>Go back to being Medaka-lite and be oblivious to the change

>>3987570
>>3987681
>>3987800
>>3988009
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>>3987570

Judging by the votes we have a winner. Now this is optional but give me a roll to see how convincing your charisma is for others.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>3988098
Alright, do we still have the Nat 1 as crit without Number One?

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>3988098

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>3988098

>>3988117
Welp we now opened a new forbidden door within every male at our school.

>>3988102

It's not gone for good so yes. Just recharging.

But to remind people and tell newcomers, the die crits work like this.

1 is the highest form of a critical success as not only do you succeed but you do it in the most over the top spectacle that's befitting Medaka Box itself. Even things by all account that defy logic are fair game.

But on the other end of the spectral a number 2 is your opposite. It is the critical failure of the highest regard. Not only do you fail but you're going to fail in the worst way possible.

100 is the pitty win where you succeed but do it the same way. In a sense, it's a balancing act between a traditional crit success and failure.

>>3988124

Bancho Pheremones is still live, now Sukeban style.

>>3988098


Finding your way to the student council building, you slowly open the main office door and peek through the crack. To your fortune there wasn’t anyone inside, leaving you with the much-needed privacy. Medaka was probably doing something important elsewhere anyway. Slowly you walked right in, closing the door behind you once inside and locking the door. It might be the paranoia talking but you didn’t want anyone to interrupt. As a (wo)man you couldn’t bring yourself for any reason to tarnish your perfect attendance. Even if you have an excuse to let it slide it still was impossible to do so.

Therefore you begin to think of the only other way of getting out of this messy situation. As you ponder your clear, ocean blue eyes glance down at your chest, reeling over the bounteous volume it carries. Staring at them gave you an idea, a stupid but practical idea. If you can just dress like a boy, change your voice and hide your hair then you’d be able to pass yourself off as a sickly Kenichi. The best part about it is that it fits with your portrayal of character for anyone to question it. Easier said than done however as you furiously try to squeeze your chest into the elastic compression wrappings.

Even with something like this your body reactive negatively towards the prospect of being restrained and contained. It was only met with your stubborn tenacity as you pushed enough force to squeeze your chest into the wrappings. Although nearly reduce to the point of tears, your figure looks passable for an effeminate man. As you take a sigh of relief, in comedic timing your chest violently tore through the bindings. To which one of its straps slaps you in the face, forcing you to kneel from the pain. Their ample size was just too bulbous to be contained in this tight fabric. Now forced to accept this fact you only smile in response.

Following up with a hand slap to the wall Kabedon style, you instantly fell into a gloomy expression. To think you would be your greatest enemy thanks to your body symbolizing your strong viewpoints towards freedom. “Well, Kenichi….you can’t say you weren’t surprised that this was the final result? Nothing in this world can hold you down and bind you...ehehehe..” You say, chuckling rather ominously as blood starts to pour out of your eyes. Even as you gracefully admit defeat you were still rather sore about it.

“The one time I wish my physique didn’t serve as a prime example of equivalent exchange. If I was at least flat as a board or had more modest breasts I’d be able to pull this off.” You look to your hand, considering trying to use the skill again. But knowing your luck the level of current proficiency with it would just backfire on you. After all, you never had an actual skill like this before.

>>3988203

“Well you tried and that’s all that anyone can do. “ You say, bouncing back up with a smile as you channel your inner-Medaka. Worrying about this wasn’t going to do you any good. A real (wo)man accepts the consequences for their actions and meet their fate with no regrets.

Just as you were about to put your top back on, someone starts to open the door to the student council. Despite the door being locked, it slowly unlocks itself after the sounds of a key being inserted echoes the room. Now in your mind, you only know two people who could have the key. A member of the student council which was currently only Medaka and yourself. Or the current chairman’s granddaughter...Hansode Shiranui. Either of those would be the worst-case scenario for you as you start changing back into your clothes. Quickly grabbing your stuff, you sprint your way out of the window in hotblooded fashion.

Landing swiftly and silently, you sprint away at high speed to avoid being detected. You make a mental note to fix the window the next time you get the chance. For right now you made yourself committed to playing the fool and channeling Medaka’s natural Genki charms. Strangely enough, this plan of action ends up being successful as you made your way through homeroom. Not a single soul bugged you asking for answers as to why Kenichi Hakumasa was a beautiful maiden. For some reason, everyone just accepted this was just normal for you. You weren’t sure if that was something to be worried about or not.

Now that’s not to say they didn’t make up their conclusion for the cause. The most common being that this was some sort of martial arts trick. Even so, they were too polite to ask such a nervewracking question. The teachers especially just ran with it as you continue everyday life.
For better or worse, your natural charisma and presence attracted all kinds of attention to yourself. The girls were treating you like one of their own, even asking tips on things like what kind of shampoo you use to get such silky smooth hair. As for the boys, it seems like you started being ushered as the new waifu of Hakoniwa Academy.

As for Hansode, currently, she was laughing up a storm as she comedically rolls around on the floor. If you weren’t committed to being a dim-witted Genki girl this probably would be quite the insult to your pride as you were getting ready for lunch. Still, this was far better than how the others handled it. Namida passed out from the shock and confusion, leaving her to be carried to the hospital bed to rest. Nekomi shared a similar laughing fit while pointing out the possible underhanded tricks that were now possible for you, much to your agitation. Ironically the most comforting one was Medaka who was oblivious to your change. It was comforting yet insulting.

>>3988247
This is just the fucking best.

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>>3988247

“How long are you going to keep laughing? You have been doing it since the first period.” You ask, slowly reaching for your bag as you plan on eating lunch on the rooftop like usual.

“I’m sorry. But the contrast to what I imagined you looking like as a girl to what you actually are is just ridiculous. You look more like a Mahou Shojo girl than the drag queen I was envisioning. “ Hansode laughs, cackling deeply as she was starting to struggle with breathing. “Anyway, so how long do you think you’ll be stuck like this?”

“Don’t know. That’s why I’m hoping Maguro has a plan to undo the negative chi that’s keeping me from returning to normal. Till then, I’ll just have to keep doing what I do best like this.”

“Gee Kenichi if I didn’t know better it almost sounds like you’re happy to be stuck as the rival to the Princess. Let’s see. Going by Shojo setup, you’ll be the phantom thief that steals the hearts of men and scorn by the female populous as the devil. The plain jane average girl by day, and the mysterious cool beauty that fights evil with evil. Harnessing the despair eating demon king’s powers for the side of justice, you are Sailor Banchou. Or Sukeban to be more accurate.” Hansode says, stars forming from her pupil as she describes a rather vivid imagery of her depiction of you. You couldn’t help but imagine yourself as a sailor scout and being rescued by a tuxedo masked variant of Medaka. Ending up putting some rather conflicting emotions in your head.

“...First off you’re having way more fun with this then I thought you would. Secondly aren’t sailor scouts named after planets, moons, and stars. If anything I’d be Sailor Earth if going by your description of Tuxedo Mask. Finally...could you stop taking pictures of me?” You politely ask, closing your eyes in both embarrassment and annoyance as Hansode was taking pictures from all directions. She was getting your good side, which was apparently all of it as you walked out of the classroom.

“Silly Kenichi, these pictures aren’t for me. They’re for your new Fanclub. The wild watchdog of hell Cerberus transformed into the cute monster girl Kero-chan now serving to upstage the Princess Medaka in the battle for the most beautiful girl in school.” Hansode answers, finishing up taking enough pictures to satisfy the entirety of the school.

“...why does that sound like you’re going to be selling tickets for a showdown.” You ask, folding your arms underneath your chest and looking down at Hansode with concern.

“Don’t worry about it.” Hansode smiles. A feeling a dread start to brush against your spine, causing goosebumps to form.

>What do you do?

>Take Hansode’s advice and not worry about it as you complete your school day
>Bribe Hansode to not do anything detrimental to your image and status
>Find Medaka just to check up on her
>Go to your Fanclub and try and set things straight
>Other [write-in]

>>3988259
>Bribe Hansode to not do anything detrimental to your image and status

>>3988259
>>Take Hansode’s advice and not worry about it as you complete your school day
Anything else is probably too much hassle and effort. If we don't acknowledge it then it's not a problem. That's how it works.

>>3988259
>>Find Medaka just to check up on her

sorry qm droping for shit taste
really not liking the gender bender fetish

>>3988274

That's fine. Thanks for playing.

>>3988259
>Take Hansode’s advice and not worry about it as you complete your school day.
>Other [write-in]
“Well since you are here can I ask for a favor? Do you remember or heard anything about Kumagawa?” As well if she knows anything about this “Vice President“ he confused us with since I’m guessing we still don’t have a clear picture of the event that Kumagawa shortened to explain.

>>3988259
>>Find Medaka just to check up on her

>>3988259
>Find Medaka just to check up on her

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>>3988413

“Really? Then that’s what I’ll do then.” You smile, brushing off whatever implication Hansode gave off with her antics.

Dumbfounded by your response, Hansode was lost for words before following behind you once again. “...I’m not sure how but you managed to become more pure to the point of being dim-witted Kenichi. Even if it fits the Maho shojo imagery…”

“Well since you are here can I ask for a favor? Do you remember or heard anything about Kumagawa?” You ask.

Hansode blinks a bit, tilting her head and pressing her finger on her chin. She was giving a rather serious look, well as serious as a comic relief character like Hansode can give. “Hmm? Kumagawa? Kumagawa...let’s see. I never heard of him due to being homeschooled prior to coming to Hakoniwa Academy. But judging from your description of him, I do know of one person who comes to mind.” Quickly pulling out her phone she starts to show you a series of different articles and different schools.

“See there’s this mysterious person traveling from one high school to another for the past few years. Whenever this mysterious person shows up, just a short of a couple of months the entire school ends up undergoing a dramatic change. The most common being they shut down or the elites in charge disband due to their crippling depression. Last time I checked, I heard this mysterious figure going to Suisou Academy, Japan's foremost prestigious school. Maybe that’s this Kumagawa guy is.” Hansode explains.

Looking through all these pictures, a rather coy smile forms on your face. It was a faint feeling that Kumagawa was there but you were willing to bet on that gamble...ten billion percent. “Suisou Academy. Looks like I’ll have to pay a visit there sometime.” You grin widely, punching your fist together. “Get excited.”

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>>3988439

Before your hot bloodedness distracts you further, you quickly snap out of it to remember your other goal. “One more thing. Do you think you can do some research and dig up who the vice president of Hakobune Middle School during Kumagawa’s run as student body president is?”

“Yeah, sure I can do some digging in to discover who that person is,” Hansode says calmly, putting her phone back into her back pocket.

“Awesome, I really appreciate it Hansode!” Before Hansode could answer you quickly take a quick turn to the right, going off the path towards your usual eating spot. “Anyway I’ll meet you at the rooftop, there’s just one more thing I need to check on.” With that, you disappeared using Shinsoku


Hopping around class to class you finally manage to pick up Medaka’s presence and scent. From where you stood, it seems that she was around the Judo club. Last time you remember that’s where your senpai third-year Nekomi and second-year Kouki were currently stationed. Whatever reason there was for Medaka of all people would have to wait. Another presence was just about in position to intercept your gentleman’s stroll to the Judo club. And from what you were sensing, it seems like he wasn’t alone as the familiar scent of delinquency lingers in the air. Standing in front of you was a few dozen men, each one looking they were readying themselves for a brawl.

The biggest out of the bunch was a spikey green-haired man with matching razor-sharp teeth. Dressed in the white uniform of Hakoniwa Academy, you deduce his identity to be second year, Hisshuu Kanoya from his piercings and scars. He was the running candidate for the student council presidency a couple of months ago. He was vicious as they come for normal students. Although he was a brutally aggressive man he was also quite charismatic. He only used violence as a second resort when his silver tongue and way with words fail him which was rarely. With your memories more clear, you remember him getting defeated by Medaka and having a grudge against her during your simplified state.

“Yo, Kenichi Hakumasa. Got a minute to chat? I’ll even treat you to lunch to make up for the sudden request.” The thuggish senpai offer, having one of his men open the nearby classroom that they were stationed in.


>What do you do next?

>Humor him by listening to his offer and eating him out of his allowance Shiranui style.
>Tell him that you got a meeting with Medaka and to make it brief, standing outside.
>Ignore him and try to go to Medaka through force if you have to
>Use your charms to get these boys to let you pass
>Other [write-in]

>>3988452
>>Tell him that you got a meeting with Medaka and to make it brief, standing outside.

>>3988452
>Tell him that you got a meeting with Medaka and to make it brief, standing outside.

>>3988452
>>Tell him that you got a meeting with Medaka and to make it brief, standing outside.
I may or may not be biased and just want to finish this dude's arc as quickly as possible

>>3988452
>>Humor him by listening to his offer and eating him out of his allowance Shiranui style.

>>3988457
>>3988460
>>3988462

“Make it short and straight to the point. I promised my friend Hansode that I’ll have lunch with them on the rooftop.” You say, turning down Hisshu’s offer to buy you lunch. As if you could stomach eating anything from the grubby money he extorted and be in debt to him. Still, you stepped inside to let him speak as the rest of his cronies follows.

“Heh, so it’s not for show. You even act like a bitch too. How cold.” Hisshu smirked, brushing off your remark as walks to the teacher’s table. Leaving you to look at him from behind with an ice-cold glare, much like your older sister’s trademark when she was upset or angry. You were going to hear him out before doing anything else. So cutting lose at ever provocations is just asking to be taken advantaged of.

“Well it’s fine, I like your straightforward attitude and bluntness. As you know I was the prized candidate. Between that monster girl Medaka, the previous president Mister Unknown, and the mysterious maverick, Saiko Mikuriya, I was the one most favored to be the next student council president. That is until I was met with an unfortunate setback by that psycho. Therefore, I devising a new strategy in the past couple of months called the Kurokami Takedown Method. ”

“Kurokami Takedown Method? I’m guessing you have your sights on me precisely to help with that plan.” You glance, keeping your arms in a fold as you sit down on a desk with your legs crossed.

“Yeah, it’s exactly what you’re implying. I’m gathering allies left and right in order to take her down. All the remaining two percent that didn’t vote for her is on my side. Well, except your precious kendo club anyway. “ Hisshu remarks, keeping his tone formal despite his blatant aggressive personality on open view. You weren’t sure if he was threatening the kendo club with that line but you weren’t going to take any chances.

“Before we continue I have to ask...is this some kind of joke to you? Don’t you see the armband on my wrist? Surely you know asking someone from the student council is a stupid idea. “You remark, showing your armband on the right forearm.

Looking at it for a bit, Hisshu eyes wonders elsewhere as it gave you a rather unwelcome vibe. Deep down you knew exactly where his eyes were focusing on. “No, this isn’t true.You’re only part-time. To me, that tells me that you haven’t fully committed to Medaka. Now it may be a hunch and I’m over-analyzing it, but you don’t look like the type that falls in line and be someone’s yes man. Otherwise, you would have a much higher title than what is essentially General Clerk, Ms. Gerneral Affairs Manager. “

>>3988672

Soon meeting him eye to eye, you were met with a reassurance of what he was truly trying to say with his formal speech. “In summary, you came to me to try and appeal to my reasoning based on my situation. Or in your words…free me from the degrading role of being Medaka’s pet bitch rather than her equal.” You were rather blunt about the message as this back and forth dance wasn’t getting you anywhere.

“Well I wasn’t going to beat around the bush and flat out say it but you’re pretty perceptive even after becoming stuck like this. It’s exactly how you put it. You’re that psycho girl’s bitch in every shape of the word. Even physically now. The watchdog that governs the other clubs and keeps everything in order, is truthfully a martyr to those looking to get out of line. If someone like you is waiting on her hand and foot like a pet, then it shows how futile it is to rebel. Thus quelling any anti-Medaka factions without lifting a single finger.” Hisshu says, putting his hand on your shoulder to reassure and coddle you. Only it led to you glaring at him, making sure he keep himself from touching something that he especially shouldn’t. Didn’t help he was patronizing you with his provocation.

“Now now don’t look at me like that. I’m only saying what the scenario is implying. I can only imagine the things you do to release stress. Maybe your antics is a sign of that, or perhaps even a sign to use that you want to quit the student council. It must be hard putting up the demands and wants of that monstrous girl every single day. She takes advantage of you while giving nothing in return. Really I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t shed a single tear if you betray and/or abandon her. Her overinflated ego won’t be affected as she continues staring from the top. “ Slowly he removes his hands from your shoulder, taking a moment to turn his body back to look all the more imposing and in thought. Soon his arms rise in the air to further sell his conviction as your self-proclaimed savor.

>>3988674

“But I’m different. I look out for my underlings and make sure they’re compensated for their hard work. People should be acknowledged and rewarded for their hard work, diligence, and loyalty. Therefore, you should side with me. Together we can work towards defeating Medaka Kurokami the only way a monster like the president knows how. Through force. It’s how she stole the student council position anyway. It’s only fair that I should remove her from her position through the same method.”Hisshu smiles, turning his body back to you, finger-pointing at your chest. Sure he was referring to your heart but you also feel like it was something unwelcoming for you.

“So what do you say? Ready to reak havoc with me?” Hisshu said.

>Reject his offer but try to reform these lowlives through words Bancho style
>Challenge Hisshuu and co in a direct battle of strengths and prove to them why they can’t beat Medaka
>Ignore them and let Medaka handle this
>Steal one of Medaka’s fortes and use them against Hisshuu
>Other [write-in]

>>3988675
>Challenge Hisshuu and co in a direct battle of strengths and prove to them why they can’t beat Medaka
>After proving your strength to them, reform these low-lives with your words Bancho style

>>3988675
>>Reject his offer but try to reform these lowlives through words Bancho style
Is stealing Medaka's fortes using Proof of One's Worth? I think I like it better our way.

>>3988677
Supporting

>>3988680

It is. But the transformations also counts.

>>3988675
>Reject his offer but try to reform these lowlives through words Bancho style

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Transfer student from Suisou Academy, the mysterious maverick, Saiko Mikuriya

>>3988677
>>3988680
>>3988682
>>3988686

Since these are deeply intertwined with one another, we're going to do them both. So start giving me those rolls.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>3988690

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>3988690

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>3988690

>>3988690

From the looks of it, you can tell that Hisshu was finally done talking. All he was concern now was waiting for a response from you, despite being very confident in how you’ll respond. With a blank stare on your face, you start to use your pinky finger. Slowly but efficiently you clean out each of your ears while giving a calm yet disinteresting expression. Soon enough you blow on your finger, blowing away the earwax in your ears. Briefly, there was a look of serenity and tranquility on your face. As quickly as it came, that uplifting feeling disappears instantly as you return to addressing what you just sat down listening to.

“What a shame. I thought I was misinterpreting what I was listening to due to earwax. But no matter how clean my ears are, I still can’t see it any other way.” You say, tilting your head sideways to look at Hisshu. There was just no fucks given with how stonecold your standoffish attitude comes off.

“Man, the amount of sheer utter bullshit I been hearing you spouting for the past five to fifteen minutes could put Buddha into a bad mood. Not sure about the exact minute though. I kind of lost track after contemplating the option of busting my eardrums and gouging my eyes since I can read movements, including lips. You have a stunning future in politics if you were willing to clean up your act and dream something more inspiring than just downright sad.” You bluntly spoke, blowing your fingers again just to be sure you cleaned off the remains.


Turning your eyes from Hisshuu, you shift your attention to his henchmen. Like the aggressive caveman they called their leader, they were being off-put by how calmly you were handling the situation. “But the real disappointing factor is the fact you believe that a little group of misfits and mavericks will be enough to get the jump on the so-called monster Medaka Kurokami. She most likely won’t dodge what you thrash her with, but if this the best you can offer then you’re just giving her a message. Not to mention you don’t even know the rest of the beasts lurking in this school. “

>>3988747

Seeing that the cronies were silence and dumbfounded by your talk about beast, you could only sigh in response. Having to spell it out to them was a chore but you were someone who was good to fellow delinquents, misfits and troublemakers. “Take the Public Morals Committee. On the off chance and by the way, I’m being generous with this hypothetical scenario. On the off chance, you actually manage to take out Medaka with this ambush. Do you really believe the Public Moral committee will stand by and do nothing as you take over? “ You ask, glancing back at Hisshuu who strangely keeping himself quiet. But his smile was slowly turning into a scowl.

“Honestly it’s pretty funny how you forgot to take in the fact the real reason why Medaka stopped you all those months ago. It was to save your butt from being assaulted by the enforcers. Now I might just be a run of the mile former bancho, but from what I been hearing they’re efficient in crushing rulebreakers and delinquents. Unless you’re the real deal and a veteran at that, you’re not even going to make a dent on their cuffs. And then there’s the Election Management Committee, those crafty ninjas people serves as the eyes in the dark. While I don’t think they’ll stop you from challenging Medaka but you best be ready to undergo a trip into hell.” You spoke confidently, waggling your finger while intimidating the cronies. It’s at this point you feel the need to thank Hansode later for your bountiful knowledge of Hakoniwa Academy and how it operates.

Compare to the thugs you fought in middle school or even your Kendo club, in the beginning, Hisshuu’s crew feels so underwhelming by comparison. The only thing they had was numbers and nothing more. Letting out a soft sigh, you turn back to glance at Hisshuu before looking at the crowd. “Or perhaps you forget that this used to be an ancient cram school known as Kurobako? Life and Death Battles were commonplace and fought for much lesser reasons than the seat of student council president. Compared to that this so-called rebellion is nothing more than a child throwing a tantrum. Take from someone who used to fight Medaka every single day when we were young. Unless you’re willing to put your life through hell every single day and risk it through battles, you won’t even come to even making a scratch on her body.”

“But I’m not heartless. Being a former bancho I know exactly what guys like you think. So I’ll just part with this knowledge and let you stew it over the possibility of teaching you how to be a better spokesperson-” Before you can finish trying to convert the hoodlums, Hisshuu shows his true colors by smacking you with the spiked nail bat. Hitting with enough force to destroy a desk with a single swing, Steam starts to form from the friction of the blow as it was enough to flinch if only slightly.

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>>3988750

“It’s such a shame, but you really are a haughty bitch. Well, I considered the possibility that you wouldn’t come to reason. But taking you out will improve my credit and make even those boogiemen you try to scare me with back off as I send a message to Medaka.” Hishuu declares, finally showing a face worthy of the build-up rage and aggression from being talked down by a woman of all things.

Despite having a wooden bat shoved with needles slammed into your head, you strangely remain calm and composed. Perhaps unlike dealing with actual fighters or the supernatural, you were dealing with run of the mill thugs no different from the average joe. How long has it been since you were hit with such a barbaric makeshift weapon? Compared to Kumagawa’s screws this was no different than a bug bite. The sheer lubricious was enough to actually force you into a giggling fit as you reach for Hisshuu’s hand. Giving a rather sadistic grin, you gently apply enough pressure to force him to let go and reel back in pain.

“I tried to be nice and explain to you point for point why your plan makes no sense and make you aware of your shortcomings. That if you want a true victory you should try again next year and run a proper election. Use that time to build your credit, improve yourself and become a better person. But really I was holding back the urge to give Hansode the chance to make another nickname for me. Not to mention this is the first time I fought as the opposite sex. So I’m not really sure if I can hold back.” As you say this you pull off the makeshift weapon on your head, only some light bleeding comes out from being smacked by such a weapon. Of course, it only adds to your intimidating factor as you didn’t flinch one bit from the experience.

Blood starts to slide across your face, marking your face as you admit a rather coy smile. “But it seems like you are delinquents after all and can’t be reason through just words. I have been rather curious now that my mind is no longer as foggy as before on whether or not how effective I am in fighting form. So come to me. I’ll prove it to you through this body of mine just how ineffective you are to defeating Medaka Kurokami. And I’ll shape you up into proper delinquents while I’m at it. ” You smile, taking a stance as you ready yourself to fight.

>Roll a d100 to see how well this fight+conversion goes. You can still give suggestions for actions.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>3988751

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>3988751
No idea on what to say, but I tentatively want to take it somewhat easy and ramp up, just to ensure we don't flat out destroy them due to being in an unfamiliar body.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>3988751

>>3988753
>>3988754
>>3988758
At this rate we'll get Bookmaker'd again.

>>3988751
If we're worried about dealing too much damage, we can first test our speed by just running around. Once we know we're faster, we have full control of the situation. We can talk them down afterwards as well.

We know exactly how painful it is to lose to Medaka and the bitter feelings it brings up but we know better than anyone what Medaka is like. Her standards are stupidly high, but if she didn't think we were capable of being on her level, she wouldn't have invited us to the student council. Of which we are only General Affairs because of our own fault in dividing our obligations between Kendo and council work. She took that into consideration just like she takes damn near everything and everyone into consideration. Medaka's a good person. We've spent too much time ourselves trying to beat her and it's both pointless and wrong. For all that she's a monster with enough strength to tear the school apart, she's also just a teenage girl. She needs someone to stand by her side and just be there for her. It took us a while to realize it but that's our job. And we'd always step in to help our friend, just like now. Shouldn't a gang of hot-blooded delinquents know that feeling of camaraderie? Go full bancho and express all that entirely through fists.

>>3988759
Fortunately these guys are even more Normal than the Kendo Club guys, so it should be fine for now. I'm sure it'll get better anyway, it's probably just us not being used to having oppai flopping around with every movement.

>>3988753
>>3988754
>>3988758

Well, this can only do well to your public image since the point of the roles was to hold back. Medaka is a bad influence. But since it's Christmas, or whatever you celebrate, I'm willing to give you a reroll here or let you save it for something important. Either is fine with me.

>>3988818

trips of truth

>>3989242
Meh, if we get in trouble we can just say that we took the necessary measures to prevent a rebellion against the student council. I think we should save the reroll opportunity.

>>3989242
Save it

>>3989242
I pass.

>>3989242

Not taking your provocations kindly, especially as a taste of their own medicine the thugs start to surround you from all sides. Compared to your normal five foot and eleven inches, this body was barely only taller than Medaka with its five foot and seven inches stature. Shorter than Misogi Kumagawa who represents the average as he’s five foot and nine inches. So being surrounded with people noticeably taller than yourself was a tense moment. Yet simultaneously it was quite exhilarating as you think back to your middle school days. Despite maturing since then, there's still some parts of you that got excited at fighting so many enemies back to back. That and back then you were a manlet until your recent growth spurt.

You couldn’t hide your excitement as you catch one of the metal bats with your teeth. Compared to Kumagawa’s screws these metal tools and spiked devices were as dull as a butter knife. Even so, you gripped tightly on the bat, forming cracks on it as you let them hit you multiple times with their weapons. Not only was it to gauge their threat level, putting up a convincing example compared to the real Medaka, and most of all to temper your growing excitement. Though after taking countless thrashing from all sides, you easily concluded that you can stand there for hours and they would never come close to making a dent in you. Your body was too dense to break through and recover far faster than they can inflict injury.

Moving with a spring in your step you start to gracefully dodge and outmaneuver the swings Hisshuu’s men made. At the same time, you were leaving cracks on the ground each time you utilize your fancy footwork. Keeping your eye close to how you were putting more raw leg strength you try to dial it down by turning at the last second to have those blows slide off. An act that met with a swift smack in degrading places in between your dodges. Of course, it didn’t hurt but it was far more embarrassing considering normally you didn’t have such extra baggage to consider in these equations. Never in your life did you have to consider being too thick and toned with this full-figured body to avoid getting hit. At least it made tanking far easier.

Honestly if it wasn’t due to the first stage of Mushin, Shitsui Taizen, you be far more prone to pulling a Medaka and going overboard by triggering Diabolus Mode. You wanted to defeat them and communicate with them like you did with the Kendo club, not completely and utterly demolish them with the terrifying might of a tyrant demon. Still, you were wasting far too much time with this assessment of your altered physical prowess. You made a promise to Hansode and you were going to keep it. Closing your eyes, you remain motionless as the thugs surrounded you once again.

>>3989387

Taking a deep breath, you channel your life energy throughout the body. Like the Total Concentration Breathing of Demon Slayer and the Way of Hamon from Jojo, you proceed to control your body and regulate your muscle strength. Timing your motions to the rhythm of your opponents, you start to flow like a river. Like Tanjiro’s third water style, you manage to split yourself into after images with your fluid motions. Without anyone being the wiser you manage to slip into their blind spots, striking them with what you consider to be love taps and disappear before they even knew what happened.

Finishing off with Hisshuu personally, you now stood on the other side of the classroom. Eyes still closed as you rise from your stance. “Kenichi Hakuma’s Bancho style fortes otherwise called True values of the Devil’s Advocate. Number 1# Common Sense and… Number #2 Clashing Chatting/Talking Technique. When one speaks from the heart, they don’t need words to transfer their feelings. Just one’s action is enough to communicate, though I like transmitting feelings and receiving through them fists. I don’t think I need to explain the first. “ You explain, slowly opening up your eyes.


“Anyway, be thankful I didn’t use Numbers #3 and/or #4. I make it my policy to not bully the weak. And using anything more than 10% of my strength would be cruel-” As you lecture Hisshuu and the gang you turn around to see that the classroom was trashed beyond recognition.

Like the aftereffects of a raging typhoon, there were destroyed desks, broken windows, beaten and battered internal structures and scars around the chalkboard. As for Hisshu and his men, they were currently lying on the ground knocked out. Each one of them had numerous wounds on their bodies in the form of broken bones and lacerations. Hisshuu himself was sticking in the roof of the ceiling from your swift kick to the jaw earlier. It seems that you didn’t nearly hold back as much as you intended.

“W-Wha...WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!”You scream, panicking over the sorry state of both the classroom and the people inside of it. Quickly you rush over to one of the unconscious thugs and try to wake him up through slapping him on his face. “COME ON SPEAK TO ME! I KNOW YOU GUYS WERE WEAK BUT I DIDN’T THINK I’D DEMOLISH YOU PUNKS LIKE GINGERBREAD CRACKERS!!”

>>3989400

“Ugghhh…” The pink-haired thug spoke before getting knocked further out from your slaps as you gave a dreadful stare.

“DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!!! This is the kind of stuff I try keeping Medaka from doing with her monstrous strength. Compared to the current Medaka my herculean physique is several times worse since it’s at her optimized stage mixed with my own. Aaargh!!” You scream, scratching your head in frustration over your deed. Staring down at your chest, you feel yourself getting angrier as your hair turns azure, signifying your change into Diabolus Mode.

“Doesn’t help that fighting like this is a new experience for me! Seriously how the hell do female fighters manage to not upset with assets like these getting in the way!” You ranted, groping the affected area out of annoyance since they kept getting in the way. As you grow newfound sympathy and understanding to the handicap of female fighters, you start to pick up the sounds of countless people coming into the room.

>What do you do?

>Just run for now and try to lay low until school is over
>Meet the crowd and try to explain yourself in a polite and understanding manner
>Just walk outside and ignore them as you play the oblivious joke character
>Other [write-in]

If you know the red oni, blue oni mythology, it perfectly explains why your hair is blue

>>3989408
>>Meet the crowd and try to explain yourself in a polite and understanding manner

>>3989408
>Quickly explain the situation by transmitting your feelings through your fis-
Okay probably not a good idea, let's just try to calm ourselves down first and then
>Meet the crowd and try to explain yourself in a polite and understanding manner
Playing the character may have worked in just the everyday situation but probably not when we're leaving people halfway up the ceiling

>>3989387
>your normal five foot and eleven inches
>king of manlets
HOW WILL KENICHI EVER RECOVER
>>3989408
>Meet the crowd and try to explain yourself in a polite and understanding manner
I-it'll work out, right?

>>3989427

He's 15, he's fine since there's still time to grow. Now 11-14 Kenichi was 4'8-5'0. A true manlet king like Asta and Ed.

>>3989410
>>3989426
>>3989427

If you want to leave it a chance then I'll get to writing. If you want to bet on your superhuman charisma, then give me a d100

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>3989445

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>3989445

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>3989445
Ah fuck. Nothing to see here folks!

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>3989445

>>3989445
>>3989453
Well this shouldn't be so bad
>>3989468
reeeeeeeeeeeeee

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>>3989445

Breaking from your self-imposed rant your eyes glance out to the hall towards the impending students. Things weren’t looking good as you begin to carefully observe the situation. There was only a small window of time before the students from the other classes appear. So the option to make a conclusive plan of action was slim. Considering the situation was rather unfavorable for you, the simple solution was to just run out the window and flee. On the other hand, when taking into account that you did such a stunt prior would only bring further misfortune and unwanted attention to your already unorthodox reputation. Running away only makes one guilty in this scenario.

As a former bancho, you never run without a good reason, to do so would shame your father’s side. Actually, you were feeling rather upset at the consideration. Why should you run with your tail between your legs? Hisshuu and his thugs were the ones in the wrong. Sure you retaliated far more than you would’ve liked but at the end of the day, this was an act of self-defense. Perhaps your duty as general affairs manager to tackle problems like this. Surely the students that were coming in would understand your position to quell unwanted violence. The fact you’re only part-time was irrelevant, responsibility needs to be taken, like a true man.

Walking out of the room, you turn to meet with the row of students. Almost immediately you were bombarded with lots of questions to the loud thrashing and quaking vibration. Although you can’t fault them for their curiosity and concerns, you didn’t want to disclose the whole truth. Therefore, you start to politely and firmly put their minds at ease. Using your social skills you were able to convenience the students that you were merely instructing Hisshuu and his men. Going as far as to say you were helping Hisshuu through a more….direct approach. Demonstrations were out of the window as you couldn’t use number two of your forte through direct contact.

>>3989633

Even so, it was effective through body gestures and emitting empathy through your words. Like a harmonizing melody, your words and action resonated with the students, causing some sort of state of tranquility. Essentially giving them peace of mind, the students around you simply accepted your reasonable explanation and common sense. Practically channeling an aura of understanding wholesomeness like Tanjiro Kamado, you feel the growing tension from earlier fading away. Leaving you to take a sigh in relief at avoiding what could’ve been a troublesome confrontation with the Public Morals Committee.

That said, things went rather too well as you feel your “Fanclub” growing bigger. With your apologetic and humble nature, the boys naturally only found you cuter. At this point worshiping you as the ideal Yamato Nadeshiko although modernized with the strong woman trope. As for the girls, they ended up admiring you further. Some were even entranced by how “manly” you came off despite appearing the exact opposite. You start to sweat bullets before requesting people to call the nurse and construction crew before leaving to meet with Hansode. This whole transformed state was starting to be quite the unfortunate ordeal. Damn Bookmaker.
>What do you do after school?

>Go find Medaka and find out exactly what she’s been up to
>Head back to the Ghost Babel and undergo Maguro’s analysis
>Go home and rest for now
>Recall a previously suppressed memory and use your senses to find ????
>Other [write-in]

>>3989634
>Head back to the Ghost Babel and undergo Maguro’s analysis
As much as I want the mystery box, we should get Maguro's input on the Bookmaker problem before we try anything with our memories.

>>3989634
>Head back to the Ghost Babel and undergo Maguro’s analysis

>>3989634
>>Go find Medaka and find out exactly what she’s been up to
Medaka needs some screen time!
Afterwards, we'll go to Maguro's.

>>3989656
Supporting

>>3989634
>>Go find Medaka and find out exactly what she’s been up to

>>3989634

>Go find Medaka and find out exactly what she’s been up to

You know, why not?

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>>3989656
>>3989692
>>3989739
>>3989833

Taking a deep breath to calm down, you feel your apprehension fading away, no longer in a state of tranquil fury, the azure-colored hair recedes and returns to the dark brown shade. Eyes no longer scarlet and your aura returning to normal. Whatever lingering sensation coursing through your body was now dormant once again. That superhuman charisma finally taking a break from influencing your life actions. Although you weren’t able to see yourself, it didn’t take away the fact you can feel the changes inside. Ever since your fight with Hitomi and uncovering a large portion of your memories, it has become a more recurring Delima. Very concerning.

Whether or not this was a good thing remains to be seen. In any case, the rest of your day went more or less without any issue. Just the average everyday school life. Aside from the obvious elephant in the room that is this form, it was rather mundane normality for class 1-1. Not that you really complained about the normalcy. It was oddly refreshing, serving as a break from the madness that claims your everyday life. Yet if it was no longer applicable then the crushing weight of normality would have quite a different effect on you. An inner sense of yearning for adventure and freedom to find something more to balance out this normal world. And that was the abnormal conundrum.

Once school was over you made your way to the student council office. You still needed to fix the window that you broke as well as get back to finish restoring the empty classroom. No matter what the reason, it was rather disrespectful to destroy property. As well it was a disrespect to the manly bout between souls to leave such scenery unintended. Ironically because of your latest stunt, you ended up with the nickname “Typhoon Temptress” much to your growing dissatisfaction. Putting responsibilities aside, there was still the fact that you haven’t really seen Medaka since the morning. Sure she took your current body quite well, almost too well. And that’s the problem.

“Medaka I’m here.” You announce, reaching for the doorknob before letting yourself right inside.

“Oh hey, Kenichi! Perfect timing, there’s a request for our assistance in the Judo club. Hurry up and get ready, we’re paying them a visit today~” Medaka smile, turning towards you as she thrusts her arm out, holding on to the judo costume. To your unfortunate eyes, you see Medaka once again stripping.

>>3990390

Closing your eyes and taking a content smile, you lock the door behind you. Followed by you calmly tread your way to the curtains. Quickly closing them you move to make sure any other possible grievance was taken care of before turning on the lights. After all of that, you turned your back at Medaka, giving you time to muster up your feelings. It was taking all your strength to not collapse to your knees. To think there was a time where you would spill blood out of your nose from seeing such a flawless body. But repetition did well to build up your soul’s strength. Once you gather your thoughts, you turn back to Medaka with a carefree smile, devil-like teeth included.

“ARE YOU AN IDIOT?! YOU’RE AN IDIOT AREN’T YOU?1 HOW HARD IS IT TO FOLLOW SUCH SIMPLE INSTRUCTION!! LOCK THE DOOR, CLOSE THE CURTAINS, SHOW SOME MODESTY! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TEACH YOU THIS LESSON MEDAKA!” You scream, poking your fingers into Medaka rapidly in irritation. Making sure to not hit any lewd spots for obvious reasons.

“I don’t understand.”Medaka stares blankly in confusion, her cowlick wiggling around like a sentient being. As she ponders, Medaka soon exposes herself further by taking her martial arts gi jacket otherwise called the uwagi further back. “Why should I have any qualms about showing off my finely toned body? Especially to my longtime childhood partner.”

“Now you’re sounding like an exhibitionist!” You scream, the blush on your face worsening thanks to the implications that Medaka was throwing at you.

“But you’re a woman currently. So you shouldn’t feel all that embarrassed…” Medaka pauses for a moment, all to build up a dramatic pose as she transition to hugging you. “...That is if I was from the viewpoint of a regular person. But this Medaka Kurokami knows better. Kenichi, you transcended the concept of genders and remain the same Ken-chan I always known.”

“...Thank you for that. But for some reason, those words of encouragement strangely is pissing me off.” You smile, anger marks forming on the side of your cheek, symbolizing your pent up rage.

>>3990393

>What do you do next?

>Calm down with Shitsui Taizen/Diabolus Mode and follow Medaka to the Judo Club
>Ask for five minutes to yourself for stress release through punching a boxing bag
>Let Medaka handle this and go back to the Ghost Babel
>Other [write-in]

>>3990397
>>Calm down with Shitsui Taizen/Diabolus Mode and follow Medaka to the Judo Club
If not, we can always blow up at the judo people.

>>3990397
>>Calm down with Shitsui Taizen/Diabolus Mode and follow Medaka to the Judo Club

>>3990397
>>Calm down with Shitsui Taizen/Diabolus Mode and follow Medaka to the Judo Club
It'll be more experience with the mode which is always good. I like that we're able to do it so casually.

>>3990405

Life and death ordeals combined with personal growth and experience can have that effect. A trade-off for your lack of self-control with your overwhelming strength.

>>3990397

>Calm down with Shitsui Taizen/Diabolus Mode and follow Medaka to the Judo Club