𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓.𝟏: 𝐀 𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨’𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝
“Is Honjo-san taking the day off again today?”
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Monday’s homeroom.
Akane Sorano, the homeroom teacher who took attendance, also known as Sorachan-sensei, muttered with a solemn expression.
This teacher is a good person.
She is genuinely kind and caring towards her students,
And, she is not worried about Honjo-san, who became a hikikomori, because of her responsibility as a teacher or her personal feelings, but as a fellow human being, she is truly concerned.
As someone who claims to be a pro at observing people, I can tell.
By the way, the fact that she looks younger than us, like a legal loli, is a high point for me.
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🔹𝙰𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜.𝚌𝚘𝚖 ― 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕e𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 “𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜” 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜🔹
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It’s been several months since Mamori Honjo, the idol of this class, no, the entire school, became a hikikomori.
Recently, the shock caused by that major incident has finally begun to subside.
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That’s how tremendous the impact Honjo-san had on others was.
An incredible beauty that goes beyond being an idol!
A fleeting atmosphere that makes you want to protect her!
Glossy black hair and a nice, curvy body!
She was so attractive that even I, who values observing people from afar, almost lost my mind and wrote her a love letter.
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And I wasn’t the only one who was captivated by her like that.
Most of the boys were in love with Honjo-san.
There probably wasn’t a single guy who didn’t harbor some kind of hope.
On the other hand, the girls hated Honjo-san like a snake.
People often say that men’s jealousy is unsightly, but women’s jealousy is just plain scary.
That’s how much the insidious bullying of Honjo-san was at a level that made you want to cover your eyes.
The boys formed a wall of flesh, so the physical damage to Honjo-san wasn’t that bad, but they couldn’t prevent the mental damage.
Moreover, because the boys protected her, it only fueled the girls’ resentment and the bullying never ended.
I could clearly see that Honjo-san’s eyes were becoming more and more clouded.
But there was nothing I, a powerless loner, could do about it.
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Eventually, stalkers appeared, and by the time we were in our first year, there were even hardened perverts who ended up in juvenile detention, like something out of an end-of-the-world scenario.
Well, it’s no wonder she became a hikikomori.
Rather, the fact that Honjo-san still came to school until the beginning of her second year despite such circumstances is a testament to her incredible mental strength.
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“Mamori. . .I’m worried.”
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Suddenly, I heard such a murmur.
As someone who has secured the best position for observing people, the very back seat, I can easily tell who the owner of that voice is.
The one who muttered softly was the class’s number one handsome boy, Shindou Yuma.
On top of being handsome, he has excellent grades, is good at sports, and has a strong sense of justice, making him the perfect person.
With that strong sense of justice, he often protected Honjo-san.
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Well, he was also in love with Honjo-san, like the other boys.
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At first, it didn’t seem like that, but as a result of the situation where a beautiful girl being bullied was saved by a handsome guy like himself, like something out of a shoujo manga, Shindou was also captivated by Honjo-san.
Still, I thought it was amazing that he prioritized his sense of justice over his feelings of love when helping Honjo-san.
But it didn’t get through to Honjo-san!
Moreover, because Shindou, who is popular with girls, actively protected Honjo-san, it only fueled the girls’ jealousy. . .
It’s so unrewarding.
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“That’s true.”
“Yeah.”
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And the ones who agreed with Shindou’s mutterings were a bespectacled, literary beauty and a sporty, athletic handsome guy.
They were Maki Ayaka and Ken Kyoshiro.
The two of them were Shindou’s childhood friends and seemed to be a close trio. . .but in reality, they were forming quite a messy love triangle.
Maki liked Shindou, and Ken liked Maki.
And in the midst of all this, Shindou, unaware of their feelings, had fallen for Honjo-san.
It’s not a love triangle, but a love quadrangle if you include Honjo-san.
It’s a level of messiness that would surprise even a daytime drama.
You can only feel sorry for Honjo-san, who was dragged into this without her consent.
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The worst part was that Maki, driven mad by jealousy, was bullying Honjo-san behind the scenes.
Moreover, Ken knew about it and pretended not to see it.
In other words, their words of concern, agreeing with Shindou now, were nothing but a shallow lie.
By the way, Shindou hasn’t noticed anything.
. . .He might be surprisingly stupid.
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As I was observing people like that, it suddenly happened.
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The classroom floor suddenly lit up.
It’s so bright?!
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“Kyaa?!”
“What, what is it?!”
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When I endured the brightness and opened my eyes, there was a magic circle-like pattern made of light drawn on the classroom floor.
As my classmates raised their voices in astonishment, the magic circle’s glow grew stronger and stronger.
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“Calm down! Everyone, please calm down!”
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Sorachan-sensei desperately raised her voice, but she seemed to be the most confused of all.
However, it seems true that when you see others in confusion, you can surprisingly calm down.
I became a little more composed.
And with that slightly more composed mind, I tried to think.
No matter how I look at this development. . .
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“Is this. . .a summoning to another world?”
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The moment I let out such a murmur, the magic circle emitted an even stronger light, and my field of vision turned completely white.
I can’t keep my eyes open anymore.
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And so, I, we, were swallowed by the light of the magic circle.
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