Double Makoto (5)
Hanuma Makoto suddenly threw out a question.
“Do I really need to come out and conquer Kivotos?”
This was a doubt that shook the very essence of Makoto.
A suspicion that couldn't have arisen in the original world line.
Thanks to the clone, Hanuma Makoto's thoughts had changed.
“If another me conquers Kivotos, then I would naturally become the conqueror of Kivotos too, right?”
Yes. It had become even more twisted.
The ultra-luxury residence provided to the president of the Pandemonium Society.
Makoto sprawled on the sofa in her pajamas. Cola and chocolate mushroom snacks were by the headrest.
After a life of repeated days without work, Makoto had fallen.
The three lazy words combined: 'eat, sleep, play'.
That was how the dried-fish president, Hanuma Makoto, was born.
“Hey, Makoto.”
“Why? Another me.”
“Um······. Is the autobiography writing going well?”
I asked cautiously to the wandering Makoto.
“Kyaaah-!”
Makoto writhed like a girl who had put off her vacation homework.
It was a work of art version of Makoto expressing 'I don't want to' with her whole body.
“Uhm, um. As you know, creation is a continuous series of pain. Sometimes, a mood swing is also necessary, right?”
In my memory, it wasn't 'sometimes'. I stared at Makoto.
“More than that, is the Pandemonium Society's business going well? Is the Kivotos conquest activity proceeding as planned?”
When the situation became unfavorable, Makoto quickly turned the conversation around.
By the way, the conquest activity is Makoto's responsibility. She had subtly dumped the work onto me too.
“The work is adapting step by step. ······Ah, by the way, I was supposed to observe the Prefect Team's tactical training.”
“That's exactly it!!!”
The keyword that awakens Makoto as the villainous president: the Prefect Team.
When the Prefect Team was mentioned, Makoto's eyes sparkled.
“Kyakya! As expected, another me. This Makoto's replica. I'm scheming an independent conspiracy to subjugate the Prefect Team!”
“······That's not it.”
I denied it, but the villainous instinct in Makoto didn't stop.
“If the opponent is the Prefect Team, I'll return the favor. No, even if I don't get hurt, I'll return the favor. Kyakya! Revenge is cruel!”
“Revenge? I'm just curious to see the Prefect Team's tactical training.”
Actually, it's an excuse to meet Hina.
“An opportunity to disrupt the Prefect Team's tactical training. Perfect chance. This time, I'll flatten Sorasaki Hina's chest.”
If I were to use euphemisms, it should be flattening the nose, not the chest······ No, don't harass Hina.
“Hey. Why do you hate Hina so much?”
“Ku ku. It's not that I hate her. Precisely, I want to subjugate the pinnacle of the Prefect Team. That's why I'm harassing her.”
Makoto smiled wickedly like a villainess daughter who persecutes the heroine.
No detailed backstory. It's the feeling of 'the Prefect Team is the best to bully'.
“······So that's what you hate.”
So many karmic debts have been piled up.
If my clone is hated by Hina, this is the cause and effect.
I wonder if I can fix the relationship with Hina. The path ahead is unclear.
“Another me, be careful with Sorasaki Hina. That woman is fierce. There was a time when she single-handedly broke into the Pandemonium Society headquarters and caused trouble. An extremely brutal brawler.”
This is the result of Makoto giving me the excuse. Obviously.
My destined Hina-chan is not bad.
“I trust another me. If we combine our powers, Sorasaki Hina is nothing.”
Makoto grabbed my shoulder firmly.
Her eyes full of determination to defeat Hina.
“Alright! Break down Sorasaki Hina's Prefect Team, and in the end, conquer the entire Kivotos.”
“I've said it several times, but I have no intention of doing that.”
“Why?! If we combine our powers, we would be invincible!”
Makoto clung to my waist. She buries her face in my chest and pleads.
The feeling of the master-servant relationship reversing. Makoto was the original, I the replica.
“If another me doesn't inherit the conquest activities, this Makoto will have to do the work! I don't want to work!”
Ah, I confessed myself that I don't want to work.
Makoto, like a drunk trying to forget painful work, ate cola and chocolate mushrooms simultaneously.
“Thanks to this work, I realized. That working doesn't suit a great leader like me.”
“······Eh.”
“I take the practical approach. I'll leave the glorious efforts to another me!”
The words sound plausible, but in the end, it's about dumping the work on me.
In plain terms, it's work dumping. Conquer 'for me'.
Suddenly, I want to consult Iroha about a coup.
“Moreover, another me must have responsibilities to take care of, right?”
“What, what?”
“The responsibility for making me like this.”
Makoto stroked her slightly swollen belly with a tender expression. Makoto's belly is a bit puffy.
The cause is excessive calorie intake. Definitely not making Makoto pregnant.
Makoto seems to believe that if you hold hands with your loved one and sleep in the same bed, you'll get pregnant.
“······You've gotten fat, Makoto.”
“Kyakya! With this figure, I can't wear the uniform.”
Makoto boasted as if she had succeeded in her planned conspiracy.
“In other words, I can't do the president's duties. In a way, it's a desperate measure.”
By the way, desperate measures mean schemes devised even while abusing one's own body.
But Makoto didn't abuse her body, she expanded it. So, it's an expression that doesn't fit the context.
“I need to lose some weight. From now on, no cola and snacks. Diet time. Me, I should have noticed when you suggested a separate bath.”
“Impossible-!”
I confiscated Makoto's snacks like a mom forbidding junk food.
Makoto, deprived of the joy of life, cried out.
“I became like Makoto because of me.”
As a clone, I'm worried about the original body. Is this okay?
If Makoto is locked in the residence, the chance of exposing the double Makoto decreases.
But Makoto might fall into irredeemable corruption.
From dried fish president to couch potato president.
“Haah······. How did I end up like this.”
I'm concerned about Makoto's future. I need to guide Makoto in the right direction.
It seems the world's genre has changed to Makoto upbringing simulation.
In this state, can I be lovey-dovey with Hina?
“Makoto, you don't want to become a bad senpai to Ibuki, right? You'll be hated then.”
I scolded Makoto sternly as an adult being older than Makoto.
The feeling of a player in [Blue Archive] becoming a teacher.
“N-no, I can't do that. I don't want to be hated by Ibuki!”
“Really?”
Makoto bit the bait.
“To not be hated, I have to work hard, right?”
It was words to Makoto, but also a vow to myself.
I don't want to be hated by Hina. That's why I'm working hard.
“Alright. This Hanuma will start a total diet from tomorrow. However, for today only, I'll enjoy the last supper······.”
“No. Starting today.”
I cut it off decisively to stop Makoto's gluttony.
No snacks until the belly fat is gone.
Thus, the diet grand plan of Hanuma Makoto began.
(To Be Continued...)