Unhappy!! -1- Life is Truly a Chain of Bullshit
Life is truly a continuous chain of shitty things. Don't you think so? You don't? Fair enough. But if you look at my life, you'll get the real meaning of that statement.
My name is Park Seokgil, or Haku Yutakichi, a special reincarnator. What? You think that's ordinary? Are you kidding? A reincarnator? Ordinary? Ignore anyone who says that—they're just your average whiners.
I never imagined that after wrapping up a hit in Russia and heading home, a meteor would drop right on my head and kill me. And damn it, it was this bizarrely beautiful meteor, fragmented like a Greek statue. That was the start of all this bullshit.
My previous life as a reincarnator let me live like the utter scumbag I was, hands soaked in blood, doing whatever the hell I wanted—no real regrets there. But this current life? Cursed with the worst luck imaginable.
I remembered my past life right after birth, so the embarrassing kid stuff? No big deal. The one hobby from my past life, that game Auroray Fantasia, not existing in this world? Kinda sad, but whatever.
Right before elementary graduation, my dad jumps into a fire to save some kid out of nosiness, leaving me to grow up without a breadwinner? Honestly, not that bad. In my past life, I lost my parents and little sister in middle school. Having just my mom left was hitting average at least.
Mom having zero financial sense and being such an airhead that kid-me had to manage the family fortune? Yeah, that tracks. Even her wearing a kimono around the house instead of comfy clothes, claiming it was easier—I was baffled, but family’s family, so I rolled with it.
Mom wanting to go back to her hometown, dragging young me to Japan of all places? Learning Japanese pissed me off, but her house there covered us without much financial hit beyond moving costs. Fine.
After moving to Japan, Dad's inheritance started dwindling, but before that, Mom—with her suspiciously sharp aesthetic sense—opened a beauty salon on my recommendation, and it blew up. No issues there. Plus, more recently, some kind friends gave me "donations" in my past-life style, so I built up some cash. The real misfortune kicked off when Mom suddenly got inspired—who knows by what—and begged with sparkling eyes to enroll in Rakushuin High School, her old alma mater and a prestigious noble academy. I agreed without thinking.
No clue how a normie like Mom attended there, but I'd promised to grant her reasonable requests, so I said yes. Getting into elite Rakushuin was tough, but my current body's robust like my past one, and I'm pretty sharp, so I aced it as a promising athlete in PE.
Things went smoothly there. I was athletic, vowed not to live like a scumbag this time, so I poured my strength into sports. Clubs fought over me; I picked soccer, won high school leagues twice. Good at sports, living diligently unlike before, friends everywhere—total insider life. And unlike my past life's face that scared spec ops guys into pissing themselves, this one's handsome enough manly to snag a few love letters.
Everything felt like a normal life compared to before. Right up until third year.
-Sss...
"Haa... damn it..."
At 5 AM, when only diligent salarymen or early-shift workers stir, and students should still be dreaming, I dragged myself out of bed. No alarm needed—my instincts are sharper than average, so I wake exactly when I want.
Anyway, I got up, showered, made breakfast, suited up in my uniform, and said,
"Mom, I'm off."
"Mmm..."
I greeted Mom, sleeping in her yukata, caught her sleepy mumble, and headed out. No idea how she scored a house here, but I strolled through this suspiciously affluent Tokyo detached housing area, hopped a train nearby, transferred, and went to school.
"Hey, old man. This is near a delinquent school—watch yourself. Be careful next time."
"Thank you, young man."
"And with that build, these punks are nothing. Quit pretending to be weak."
"!?!?!?"
"Also, why the hell are you and these thugs wandering at this hour...? Anyway, I'm out."
On the way, I spotted an old guy—not my level, but decently built—getting jumped by punks from crappy Nishiyama High School. I roughed them up, saved Gramps, and went to class.
-Clack...
I used the key from my pocket to unlock the school gate and entered. Not normal student stuff, obviously.
"Good work today too, Haku."
The guard who should've done this greeted me with a sleazy grin, but I ignored him and headed to my next stop.
-Creak
Proving it's a noble academy, the damn luxurious school building's top floor—fifth—has three rooms. I unlocked two.
Wind Discipline Committee
Student Council
in Japanese on the plaques at those two entrances.
-Bubble bubble
Fuck, no matter how I think about it, this is such bullshit... Why the hell am I doing this crap...? Fuck, should I just burn it all down?
I entered both rooms, tidied up, cleaned, boiled water, brewed green or black tea per headcount, set it on the desks, then went into the Wind Discipline Committee's sub-room. Nearly let my past-life habits slip.
No... hold it... hold back... Graduation's not far... For Mom...
Rage boiled inside, but thinking of my only family in this world—Mom—I swallowed it.
That fucking bitch...
-Creak
Right then, the target of my curse appeared.
"Good morning, Haku."
Minamoto Yukihime, the classic Yamato Nadeshiko beauty most think of for Japanese stunners, and chair of this school's Wind Discipline Committee. Students called her "Princess" for her natural elegance and haughty air.
She always gave me this oddly cold, stiff look—or blushed like she was pissed. Haughty or whatever.
"G-Good... morning... Chairm-... ID, please..."
I forced down the fury, plastered on a smile. Wanted to spit vulgar casual curses, but she's third-year like me, and as chair, her status is huge here—even same-age kids used formal speech.
"Yes, good morning. But I heard from the guard... You were later than usual today."
"Ah, that was..."
Helping an old man on the way—didn't get to finish.
"No excuses needed. Sloth is a sin. I'll let it slide today. Be more careful."
Yukihime frowned and said that. Wind Discipline Committee does early morning inspections, so we arrive before other students. But...
Fuck, this cunt... They show up later than me and...
So my day started with this bitch's scolding.
"Alright, let's start the day."
-Rumble
With that, the committee members behind her flooded in, grabbing gear for morning checks. Most shot me mocking glances or ignored me like air.
Yeah, I'm bullied at this school. Ijime, Japan's sneaky social outcasting. Why? All started when I hit third year, fresh off promising second-year status. That bitch took "interest" in me.
Honestly, had no clue who she was—just some girl. Then suddenly, Hmm... A hidden talent in our school. Can't let it rot here. You're on the Wind Discipline Committee starting today. Boom, yanked from soccer club I loved, treated like a dog.
Like I was some slave, whenever at school, not just committee crap—her personal errands, Student Council stuff since they're glued to her, even teachers' and staff's minor tasks dumped on me.
And she's itching to devour me. Never cursed outright, but nitpicked everything, scolded me publicly, nagged nonstop. Any normal high schooler would've cracked with mental issues by now.
Worse problem: This bitch... Granddaughter of the school's superintendent.
Rakushuin High School—full K-12 to university private academy under Rakushuin Academy Corp. Her grandpa's the top boss. Principal's her dad.
Rakushuin's historically for imperial and noble families under the palace, opened to commoners 70 years ago—but 90% are kids of tycoons or influencers. Elite.
Superintendent's connections? Insane—tons of high-society ties.
Past-life intel gathering showed he's got lines to top brass everywhere.
Owner's granddaughter treating me like shit? My friends bailed, scared, started ignoring me. Even soccer coach who praised me nonstop, called me bro, pushed national team—ghosted.
No clubs talked to me after. Life plans shattered; became total outcast to most.
At first, thought past-life style: drill holes in those punks' heads. But now I've got Mom to protect—couldn't risk blowback on her.
Tried engineering a 'tragic accident' for the chair, but...
Regrettably, she's always mobbed or with bodyguards—too many eyes.
Last resort: quit? But private school tuition's steep, wasteful. And Mom's proud sparkle seeing her son at her alma mater? Her disappointment... So I grit for one year.
Fuck!! After graduation, settle Mom in Korea safe, then blow it all up for real...
Planned a massive payback post-grad, no loose ends.