Double Makoto (1)
Momentarily, the settings of Blue Archive from the wiki came to mind.
Hanuma Makoto's hobby was 'scheming.'
Guessing the situation, it was likely that.
Probably, I was a being created by Makoto's schemes.
'Cloning... Impossible.'
It was an impossible phenomenon.
Even though there was a research department in the Union Academy, illusion jutsu was impossible.
In the world of Blue Archive, illusion jutsu was nothing but an illusion.
Then, at least, I shouldn't be the result of clone jutsu.
Originally, Makoto, who was a fool, wouldn't have the brain to execute such schemes.
What on earth had happened?
'Phew.'
My mind was in chaos.
Even while looking at myself in the mirror, reality didn't sink in.
"Hah hah hah. The situation seems embarrassing. But I can generously understand your confusion, another me."
Makoto said to me with a cackling laugh.
Makoto, flashing sharp three-hundred-eyed eyes and boasting a dignified presence.
But the effective range of charisma was only up to appearance. No substance.
Ultimately, Makoto's essence was the top fool of Gehenna's highest power level.
And a girl identical to Makoto stood in the mirror.
It was me.
'Damn, this form! I'll definitely be hated by Hina.'
Tears welled up from injustice.
Hair color similar to Hina's. But unlike Hina, my hair lacked the 'fluffy' index.
Touching my hair, it didn't seem fluffy at all. And the ugly impression was added.
The figure spreading below the neck was completely white naked body.
Makoto had draped an outer garment over me, but it didn't cover even my voluptuous breasts.
The body line clearly revealing a woman's volume. To me, it was an alien physique.
'... I was a man.'
The reality of becoming a woman. Especially, the reality of a female-transformed model being Makoto.
Comparing the two, the latter was more shocking. I wanted to cry from sorrow.
Just looking at Makoto's statue, it was Hina who had been erased with "The End: Ish-bosheth".
I would definitely suffer the same.
"Ki ki ki! Another you, stop crying! Tears don't suit you, someone like me."
Makoto personally handed me a handkerchief in front of the mirror while I was sniffling.
On the edge of the handkerchief, the emblem of the Pandemonium Society was embroidered.
Pandemonium. The group same as the Prefect Team that Hina belonged to, and a mortal enemy.
Moreover, I was the face of Makoto, the president of Pandemonium, and a rival.
"Sniff."
After confirming my situation, my tear ducts started to sting.
"There's nothing to be afraid of! This Makoto who has two of us is already no different from Kivotos' strongest group!"
"Puaaang!"
Makoto's name made the crying child cry more.
I burst into miserable sobs from sorrow.
In this case, I'd rather be a mob character. Unfair.
Among the many halos in Kivotos, it was Makoto's halo by chance.
The magic sorting hat that classifies dorms wouldn't be as cruel as this.
"U, ugh! Another you, don't cry! I, I'll give you the pudding I specially kept, stop!"
At the moment Makoto was trying to comfort me in panic,
"Makoto-senpai, the inside is noisy, what kind of ruckus this time... Ah?"
It was the office of the Pandemonium Society.
Only Makoto and I were in the space, and suddenly another girl appeared.
Red hair with a fluffy texture like Hina. Similarly petite build.
Natsume Iroha, a member of the Pandemonium Society.
'... Two Makotos?'
The scene before my eyes would be shocking to Iroha.
Me, crying while naked with only an outer garment on.
Makoto desperately trying to calm me down.
Both faces were strikingly similar to Makoto. No difference between original and replica.
Conclusion: There were two Makotos.
'...'
Iroha who saw this scene froze.
Alternating between Makoto and me, trying to understand the situation, but it was in vain.
"Then I'll be going."
Eventually, Iroha's decision was to flee.
"Kyaaak! Wait, Iroha-!!!"
Makoto barely managed to grab Iroha who was trying to escape.
"Kuuung."
Iroha groaned painfully with a face showing a migraine.
It was an expression as if she had witnessed some unspeakable psychological phenomenon.
"Iroha, luckily you came. I need your help."
"I was going to escape beforehand because it seemed like that. Haa-. What is this, exactly."
Iroha, looking at my sniffling self, asked Makoto.
"Hah hah. You asked well, Iroha. This is another me!"
'... Terrifying joke. A senior who's already a handful with one is now two.'
"It's a leap to make Pandemonium even greater."
"Senior's that great leap, I have to clean up too. What the... "
Iroha grumbled at Makoto while poking my face here and there.
Her face showed confusion at my Makoto-like appearance.
"So who is this person?"
"I told you, another me!"
"I don't feel like making lazy jokes. Anyway, you're going to dump all the aftermath on me. Consider my position too."
Iroha approached me cautiously, like guarding a dangerous explosive.
Because the original was Makoto's rival, she was cautious.
"Maybe a family member of senior? No, twin trick? No, that's never happened."
"No matter how many times I ask, the answer is the same, Iroha. That's another me!"
"Haa. It seems like I'll get dizzy."
Iroha sighed as if fed up with Makoto.
"Are you okay? Or why are you naked?"
Iroha turned her gaze to me.
She seemed to judge that talking to Makoto was better than me.
'The first sane person in Kivotos.'
I faced Iroha with my ugly face, wiping my tears.
Nearby was the fluffy hair that looked soft like Hina's.
"Ah, um, that... Iroha-san?"
"Uu."
Iroha's complexion turned pale, covering her mouth and avoiding my gaze. She seemed nauseous.
"Sorry. Calling senior Makoto with the same face is a bit of a physiological disgust..."
Because I had the same face as Makoto, I was being rejected by Iroha.
Tears that had stopped seemed about to come again.
"Hah hah. Another you, you are an equal existence to me. There's no need to attach an honorific to someone like Iroha! Have the dignity befitting the leader of Pandemonium!"
Makoto was egging on useless words from the side.
To Makoto, Iroha was a familiar junior, but to me, not.
"By the way, this person is amazingly similar to senior Makoto."
"Of course. Another me."
"Enough with the tired jokes. How long will you keep saying that?"
Iroha frowned annoyedly.
It made me feel guilty too.
'... Um, hey, that.'
I cautiously spoke to Iroha.
It was hard for Iroha to believe, but I had to say it.
The truth of this situation.
I was originally a being that shouldn't be in Kivotos.
"Perhaps Makoto... ? Your words are correct."
"Eh?"
Iroha asked back with a dazed face.
Makoto, watching the scene, just nodded happily.
With a face as if saying 'See? My words are right?' to Iroha.
"I have no memories about myself. Not knowing much..."
Transmigration, perhaps. I had memories as one gamer enjoying Blue Archive.
But there were no memories of this body.
It seemed I didn't share memories with the original Makoto either.
Just a soul lodged in Makoto's shell.
My wish was clearly to go to Kivotos.
But if I met Hina like this, I would be despised.
Despised and hated by my favorite character.
"So I don't know what to do. Puaaang...!"
Eventually, from sorrow, another sob burst out.
"Iroha. I barely calmed another you, what if I make you cry again."
"I didn't make you cry."
"Mission, Iroha! Make another me stop crying!"
"Ah, really... Can't help it."
Iroha sighed helplessly.
But soon, with a face full of responsibility, she turned her gaze to me.
"Now-. Makoto is a good kid? Since she's a good kid, let's stop crying."
Iroha hugged my face tightly like comforting a child.
Although my build was bigger, Iroha didn't care.
"Iroha, stop treating this Makoto like a child! Even if the other is another me, this Makoto is Makoto!"
Makoto protested fiercely because my treatment was unsatisfactory.
"Anyway, senior Makoto has high demands. Hmm. This Makoto-senpai also thinks so?"
Iroha asked me as if seeking my agreement.
Feeling Iroha's maternal affection wrapping me warmly.
I seemed to be fascinated by Iroha's motherly side.
Ah. Dangerous. I have Hina as my wife, I can't commit an affair with Iroha.
"Uu."
Embarrassed, I remained silent to Iroha's question.
To me, who had Hina as my favorite character, Iroha was a seductive girl.