Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Déjà Vu
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"Can't you hear me? The private training room is a Gold Class exclusive facility, so fuck off, Bronze."
What the hell? Why does this sudden bullshit with these idiots feel so damn familiar?
I'd had a nice solo morning workout, then picked up two secret weapons from Jorba that I'd asked him to prepare for the duel.
And as I was heading back to the training room, some pockmarked-faced guy and two burly students blocked my path.
"Who the hell are you to tell me to fuck off?"
"Who? Ha!!"
I glared at him in annoyance, and he let out a sigh like he couldn't believe it.
"Don't you recognize the senior who's about to fuck you up? This is third-year senior Uz Glinton. Show some respect!"
The Moai-statue-looking musclehead standing next to him yelled in anger instead of the pockmark senior.
'Fuck, who the hell is that?'
An extra I'd never even heard of throughout all my regressions suddenly popped up like a random encounter.
Wonder if beating him drops decent cash and EXP?
'Wait, Glinton... I think I've heard of the Glinton Marquis family.'
Something vague rings a bell. I don't remember that pockmarked face, but what was it...?
"You really don't know? Senior Uz is the second son of the Glinton family, one of the kingdom's great nobles!"
As I stared at him intently with that hazy familiarity, the toad-like fat burly guy next to the Moai explained instead.
And hearing that made it all come rushing back crystal clear.
'The family of that toad-looking bitch who fucked with the protagonist nonstop in the 3rd round.'
She was one of the frustrating side characters Kaiyen had to deal with.
She wasn't even in the original story, so I couldn't prevent her, but that toad-like villainous lady got jealous of the protagonist's friend and orchestrated their bullying.
The Glinton Marquis family had real influence in the kingdom, so the bullying got bad. The protagonist, being nosy, stepped in to help his suffering friend and ended up making enemies.
And even after barely shaking her off, that toad bitch fell for Jorba and threw a fit about getting engaged, which pissed me off big time. The memory's still fresh.
"Really? You're Uz Glinton, second son of the Glinton family...?"
"Ha! Yeah, someone a low-rank noble like you couldn't even dream of looking at!"
I put on a feigned scared expression and asked carefully, and the pockmark swelled with pride, rattling off his credentials with a smug look of superiority.
"Then, are you by any chance the big brother of the Glinton lady who enrolled this year...?"
I mentioned the toad bitch again to confirm, and suddenly the pockmark's face crumpled, showing off even more ugliness.
"You bastard, are you after my little sister? No matter how beautiful and refined she is, she's no flower for a low-rank noble like you to covet!"
What the fuck is this shitstain babbling about? Who the hell am I after?
Well, in a way, yeah. Thanks to you reminding me, that bitch just made the revenge list for this regression.
"I wouldn't touch a toad-looking bitch even if you paid me, so move aside and let me train."
I said it with an annoyed look, and the pockmark senior's face turned tomato red.
But these villain noble types in the novel have that uniquely retarded way of talking, so no thanks to dragging this out.
The frog-pig burly guy next to him was turning tomato too—did that bastard actually like the toad bitch?
What a bunch of inbred fuckers.
"I thought the low-rank noble challenging the Student Council's authority would be someone, but it's just rootless trash insulting my sister and my honor?"
...Hold up, can't ignore that.
"Excuse me, senior. That's weird."
"...?"
"I'm not insulting your little sister's face—it's her toad-like face that's the insult itself, isn't it?"
My words made the pockmark's eyes widen like his brain short-circuited for a second, then he drew his sword from his waist and roared at me.
"Tear this arrogant bastard apart! How dare you mock me like this! Getting in good with the Student Council comes later!"
At that, the burly guys picked up the iron clubs they'd set on the ground and started circling me.
I wondered why these random extras showed up—turns out they came to "educate" an arrogant underclassman to impress the Student Council.
'This is getting annoying.'
I picked the fight thanks to 3rd round memories, but if I cause another incident during suspension, I might actually get expelled this time. Plus, the Glinton Marquis family is as obsessively nagging as the Wise family.
'Just half-cripple all three and regress? But I've got a lot to do this round.'
"Gone quiet? Scared now? Get ready—we'll cripple at least one leg!"
I stood there without even assuming a stance, and the Moai thought I was terrified, bellowing as he charged at me.
This is self-defense, right? Maybe they'll let the suspension slide? Just as the thought crossed my mind.
Kwang~!!!
The Moai-faced burly guy charging at me got his head smashed by something flying from behind and slammed into the floor.
Stunned, I turned around to see expressionless Shaomei, her dress fluttering and showing off her stunning legs.
"What exactly are you doing to my big brother right now, everyone?"
Chills poured from Shaomei's voice, and the remaining two who'd been about to beat me senseless backed away in horror.
"L-Lin Shaomei! Stay out of this! This is between us and Arthin!"
I never agreed to that, though?
I don't get why these assholes who started shit first are acting so righteous.
"Oh, a problem between big brother Arthin and you all?"
"Y-Yeah! This is because Arthin Ludwig insulted the Glinton family! It's a matter between the kingdom's noble Ludwig and Glinton families! Stay out, you Federation bitch!"
Pockmark senior yelled at Shaomei, who impassively repeated his words step by step.
His desperate struggle to block Shaomei's intervention was almost pitiful.
Of course, I get it. Trying to handle Shaomei right now would be impossible even with the protagonist here.
But I know this. This version of Shaomei? She's pissed-off Shaomei.
"If it's a family matter, then an outsider butting in would be rude, right?"
"Yeah! So just watch! This is basically a duel—"
"But."
Crack.
Shaomei's footsteps toward the two cracked the floor with every step, loaded with such pure energy and power.
"Big brother Arthin is basically my 'direct disciple' right now."
I don't know what expression Shaomei was making at the pockmark senior and frog burly guy, but one thing's for sure.
It's a damn good thing that look wasn't aimed at me.
"In my family, insulting a disciple is the same as disrespecting the master."
With those words, the pockmark senior—who was about to say more—got his head grabbed from behind by Shaomei and smashed into the wall. His trembling body soon went limp.
Not dead, right? As I thought that, the frog burly guy turning to flee took Shaomei's kick to the jaw and got embedded in the ceiling.
"...."
Never thought I'd witness this scene again with my own eyes.
The last time I saw pissed-off Shaomei was in the 4th round, smashing the skull of that witch-devil granny trying to eat kids. I can still picture the demons she commanded trembling in fear at Shaomei's aura.
"Ehehe, big brother. You okay?"
She spun toward me with a bright smile, like the terror from moments ago was a lie, and approached.
No blood on her hands means she controlled her strength pretty well despite being mad.
"The duel is in three days—if you get hurt, it'll be a disaster! To keep pests like those away, I'll stick by your side all weekend!"
"Hmm... Guess I can think of it as training camp? Thanks, Shaomei."
She seemed pleased with my response and naturally hooked her arm in mine. Her ample chest wrapping around my arm always feels great.
"Hehe, it was a short period of less than three weeks, but you followed along way better than expected, so your master is feeling great!"
"That's because you taught me well. I didn't expect to get this strong."
At my praise, Shaomei rubbed her soft cheek on my shoulder happily. But I really meant it.
My original plan was to push with secret weapons as much as possible, but at this rate, I might win even in a straight fight.
I don't know exactly how strong Sion is, but this level should be enough against Death Knight Sion.
Then Shaomei poked my shoulder and beckoned me to lean in my ear.
I knelt down to match her happy mood.
"If you win the duel, I'll give you a reward. Something you'll really like, big brother."
At those words, my eyes widened and my heart started pounding.
"Reward...? What kind?"
"That's a secret until you win the duel."
With that, she unhooked her arm and scampered ahead, waving from in front of the training room.
"So, train hard with the time left! Hurry up, big brother!"
The china dress didn't cover much, so her hips—outline fully visible through the fabric—swayed temptingly.
I don't know what the reward is, but it fired me up to win no matter what.
'By the way, was Shaomei always this type?'
Something feels off.
But hey, it's good. I'll chalk it up to her falling for my manly change.