On the Way Home I Got a Bride and Twin Daughters, Who Were Dragons Chapter 90
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On the Way Home I Got a Bride and Twin Daughters, Who Were Dragons Chapter 90
Yes, everything started to go amiss because of what Kusaka said.
No, I wasn’t excluded from the class because of my failed self-introduction. Probably.
Otherwise, I can’t recover.
That, ‘Boy’s Day Celebration’s Rising Carp’ is my nickname.
It’s an unpleasant-sounding word.
I was involved in pointless disputes, and people avoided me. Anyways, nothing good came of it.
I was first called by that name three years ago.
May 5th, when I was in my second year of middle school. It was exactly during the Boy’s Day Celebration, Children’s Day.
It was around the time when my bad reputation from elementary school began to spread and impressions of me in the neighborhood gradually got worse.
Because of Shouhei’s pestering, I helped out with a neighborhood association event called “Children’s Day Bazaar”.
It wasn’t a particularly big event.
It was where they brought in unused items for sale using the national holiday, Children’s Day, as a pretext.
It was mainly about the carp streamers and serving or .
It is a light and cozy event where children from the nursery school and kindergarten in the neighborhood make carp streamers by themselves, and the seniors decorate the park, playing pop music and playing together.
The Kazamachi family also took about a week to prepare. Although my father couldn’t attend because of work, he enjoyed the event by making a carp streamer and a newspaper helmet with Shouhei.
On the day of the event, Shouhei looked embarrassed, but he was having a lot of fun together with his friends at school, and I remember I was happy seeing that.
The newspaper helmet made for Shouhei was very well received, and all the other children wanted one as well.
The incident happened at that time.
A group of drunk delinquents suddenly barged into the venue.
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The venue was filled with a dark mood, with them picking fights with customers, hitting on girls, and shouting abuse at the parents.
I walked around the venue trying to evacuate the small children and heard a girl crying.
A cute girl with chestnut-colored hair, about the same age as Shouhei, had her carp streamer trampled on by one of the delinquents.
I hurriedly rushed over and picked up the girl, and opposed the delinquent.
It would have been nice if I stopped here.
“Adults should act their age and don’t snatch children’s things!”
I’m sure I said something like that.
At that time, I was taller than a typical middle school student and often seen as much older.
“Haaah!? Which high school are you from!? Who the hell do you think you are!!”
And with those third-rate villainous remarks, the delinquents began to gather in the surroundings and started to pick a fight.
I was seething with anger, so I entrusted the girl to a nearby adult and bought the fight at a splendidly cheap price.
It propagated through the delinquent network, at first there were about 7 people then eventually grew up to about 15 people.
I immediately realized the disadvantage I had due to their numbers, so I used the nearby metal pole with the carp streamers as a weapon.
My bad habit exploded here.
Yes, I went overboard.
“Apologize to the children!”
“S-sorry! I’m so sorry!”
I beat the fallen delinquents until they couldn’t stand, chased them away until they cried, and even stomped on the ones that lowered their heads.
The children saw the scene and cried, and because of that voice, I finally realized that I had made a mess of things.
What remained was a group of sobbing delinquents, and the carp streamers and I, which were both stained with my blood and the blood of the delinquents.
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It was a painting of Hell. Probably traumatic.
Shouhei sighed with astonishment when he saw me, and the adults hid their children behind their backs.
And like that, a demon called “Boy’s Day Celebration’s Rising Carp” was born.
The infamy quickly spread to the bad guys in the vicinity, and fights with people who were prideful of their own strength or seniors who didn’t like that name and the like began.
I was surrounded with attacks, ambushes, threats, blackmails, and extortion.
That was before I moved, and I could finally relax because I came to a place where I people didn’t know about my nickname, but this bastard…
“What’s wrong? Aniki.”
“… nothing, ya goddamn idiot.”
I opened the bento Shouhei made and ate it sitting on an unpopular bench next to the school building.
It’s a place where there isn’t much sunlight.
It was the gap between the club building and the school building. The asphalt was not leveled well, and it is dusty.
If you were to ask why I was having lunch in such a terrible place, it was mainly because of Kusaka, who was currently opening a fancy pink lunch box in front of me.
The day after I introduced myself, he asked me with gleaming eyes, “Please make me your underling!”
I firmly refused, but he did not give up, and at the beginning of this month, I don’t know what he was thinking but he dyed his hair blond and flabbergasted everyone.
From last week onward, he started styling his hair into a pompadour, modified the school uniform, and even wore baggy delinquent pants.
He’s completely treating me as a delinquent…
The girl I helped that day seemed to be this guy’s younger sister, and it seems Kusaka was also there.
“Even though Hina was crying, I couldn’t do anything, but you helped. The big brother who appeared at that time was a great man! I’ve always been thinking that I should be a man who is just and strong like him! And then Aniki transferred to this school! This is a chance! Aniki! Please, make me a righteous villain!”
“I ain’t a villain, and I don’t understand the meaning of a righteous villain, so stop coming here.”
“Usu!”
“Stop saying that! Do you really understand!”
We continue having that kind of back and forth. If it’s just willpower, this guy’s definitely better than me.
Many classmates were worried about Kusaka who was aiming to be a ‘righteous villain’.
During this time, Lina, the catgirl with glasses, Kusaka’s childhood friend, the class chairman, shouted at me with a red face while trembling, “Don’t drag Makio-kun down a bad path!
Kusaka seems to be a mascot for the entire grade, not just the class, and alas, I was established as someone who was a bad influence on Maki-chan.
The boys in the class were afraid and didn’t approach, and the girls turned a cold shoulder adding insult to injury.
If I ate lunch in the classroom with Kusaka, who hangs around me all the time, I wouldn’t be able to stand the gazes.
Apparently, the name ‘Rising carp’ was even well known in this town, they didn’t know my appearance but knew about my wrongdoings.
“Aniki, there’s cheese in today’s tamagoyaki.”
“Yup”
“Today’s lunch was made by Hina.”
“Yup”
“So, which high school are we gonna attack first?”
“Yup”
“Isn’t manufacturing famous around here? I’ve heard that there’s an amazing number of delinquents.”
“Yup”
“Are you listening?”
“I’m not.”
I’ve had enough of this.
Ah, I want to go home early and play with the twins.
There was no hope for school anymore, and I can’t relax at home because of Aoi.
My only solace is Jaja and Nana’s smiles.
How did this happen…
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