Jitsu wa Ore, Saikyou deshita? ~ Tensei Chokugo wa Donzoko Sutāto, Demo Ban'nō Mahō de Gyakuten Jinsei o Jōshō-chū!

Chapter 26 - Fake Pride

Translator: Lady Black

Editor: imsara

Proofreader: imsara

I, aka Hart C, am sensing that this is supposed to be a painful scene, so I started acting out.

“Ugh! Why is this pain coming this late…..whaa It hurts. It hurts too much. It feels like a bone has cracked.”

I show a look of anguish and moved my body accordingly. What do you think? Does it not look like I am hurt?

“Nonsense….there’s no way you can get up after receiving my magic. How did you…?”

But, the main problem is is what happened before the performance. However, now is not the time to be upset about it. That’s when I thought about turning on my heel and dash from here.

At the corner of my eye, I see a young lady acting suspiciously who stopped walking towards the senior and thought for a while. What are you doing, the lady in the man’s clothing who is the main cause of this problem?

Our eyes met.

As I was at loss, she turned her eyebrows into a figure-eight shape, she shook her pure white ponytail and came closer.

“I sort of caused the situation on my own and was trying to figure out what I should do. In this case, I think the first thing I should do is to apologize for getting you into this mess. Right?”

What is this person talking about?

“I had wanted to appease his anger as a second option. But, I still don’t understand what he’s upset about. I thought this would only increase his anger if I asked him, but is it okay?”

I don’t want you to ask me that.

“Surely, I had thought to ask him “Are you okay?”, but I had to treat you as well at the same time. Though, I say I want to treat you, however, you seem pretty fine. Tough guy, ain’t cha?”

I’m aware about my inability to communicate with others, but this person is pretty clueless as well. This person can’t even read the atmosphere to the point that I think I am better at it.

“I still think that I should apologize to you first. I’m really sorry.”

This is not the time to give apologies to others.

But, I can’t say that.

“You!You!You!You! You dare make a mockery out of me!”

See, you’re the reason I got delayed in my escape. The pissed-off nobleman moved his mouth quickly. A magic circle starts to appear in the air. It’s center is illuminated brightly and increasing.

“No, stop it Master Schneider! You will kill him with that much power!”

I’m not sure, but it seems to be an extremely deadly spell. That’s why I hate school. Others don’t even try to communicate with each other and always try to bully or attack me.

It sucks man. It really sucks.

I’m sure he’s about to fire his magic, and I, a fake who can’t even self-reinforce, is unable to escape.

You can think of this as the part where I unintentionally use my magic to protect myself like some protagonist in a story.

I’m begging you, real me. Can you keep me safe? I shoved my hands into my tattered jacket and pull out the magic gun from my holster. I push the pony girl away and brace myself.

“Eat this!”

I pulled the trigger with a high-pitched cry towards the nobleman.

Boom!

I was the one who was shocked.

The arm that wasn’t holding the gun was flung, and my body started to spin in circles due to a force and was thrown towards the bushes.

But, it doesn’t hurt at all.

There’s not a trace of any clothing on the left arm, but the arm itself is intact and undamaged. As expected of the body created by the main body.

As I was sent flying due to the attack from the other side, I immediately got up and made a mad dash for it. I plan to leave the front line before the nobleman and his lackeys find me. I wonder what happened to my attack?

Well, it won’t have any effects on the elites, as expected. However, I’d like to think that it at least worked as a distraction.

I left the pony girl behind. She can be punished by that nobleman later.

“Hello, I have finally found you, Mr. Hart.”

Geez, little glasses.

“I’m busy right now, so I’ll see you later.”

“Hmm. It’s little noisy behind the bushes. It’s intriguing, but nowhere near as interesting as you. Now, let me show you the way to my lab.”

“No, not now.”

However, I, a copy who couldn’t even strengthen myself, was caught by the little guy.

“What’s going on? Are you not feeling well today? You were so fast while running before even I couldn’t catch you.”

You encountered the main body before. I’m a weak man, a mere copy, you know. So, my escape is a failure. I’ll just give up on it. I’d rather take it as positive thing that I’m with a teacher be. Therefore, I won’t get any more tangled up.

“Ouch!! My shoulders, my arm,ah!!!”

Some screams reached me from a distance, but I was being dragged along by the teacher—.

★★★★

Schneider Hafen is the eldest son of the Marquess family. He is a fourth-year student, but lags behind Princess Marianne in talent, who is one year younger than him. He finds it abhorrent that he is indulging in the role of vice president.

That’s why he couldn’t allow himself to be coaxed by a younger man more than anything else.

“You!You!You!You! You dare make a mockery out of me!”

The dark-haired newcomer, who must have been deploying defensive magic beforehand, was pinning and also acting like he was in pain like a fool.

(I’ll kill you.)

His reason becomes tainted with murderous intent.

“No, stop it, Master Schneider! You will kill him with that much power!”

The words from his lackeys brought him back to senses. But, he was still not stopping his magic.

(I’m going to blast one of your arms off.)

If he applied a healing magic immediately, he could at least survive. No, even if he died, it didn’t matter.

The aristocrat’s pride was hurt. It is natural to receive the corresponding punishment. There is only one new student to watch out for this year, Prince Rias. The others can be taken care of with the help of his father, the Marquis.

One person, the son of a frontier count, was said to have been enrolled into the school. However, from his words and actions, it was hard to believe that the dark haired man is a nobleman. He looks like someone who was badly raised.

If he was a commoner, it would be enough for him to give some money to his family.

(Let’s see your luck, shall we? You are on your own!)

Schenider lifted the corners of his mouth.

“Damn it!”

He unleashes the magic. His greatest magic, which main attributes are 【Fire】 and 【Wind】. It does not give the opponent a chance to escape. It attacks them at a tremendous speed and explodes at the moment of collision.

Its destructive power is equivalent to rank B, which is superb at the student level. The black hair guy took out something unfamiliar and pointed it at him, but he didn’t think that he could shoot magic without chanting.

However, it is an ironclad rule of magical warfare that when attacking, you should also build a defense. There are only a few people on campus, including Marianne, who can break through the defensive magic circle that was deployed at the same time.

Boom, there was a cool sound.

After a moment, a dull and squishy sound also came. At the same time, an intense pain was felt from his right shoulder.

The bone was broken. Flesh was crushed.

Schneider was blown away, taking along the lackeys that were behind him.

“Ughhhh! My shoulders, my arms, ah!”

It seemed a miracle that it’s still connected. That kind of shock struck his right shoulder.

“Master Schneider, be careful! We will treat you now!”

A desperate cry can be heard in the distance. If you’re going to heal me, hurry up, you foolish bastards!

Along with the anger, the questions come to mind. How did I get myself injured so badly?

What did he do at that time…?

No, he didn’t do anything. He couldn’t have done anything.

(The, uh, white haired woman…?)

No. That does not seem right If she tried to do something, one of his lackeys would have surely noticed. Schneider is thinking hard in his fading consciousness and comes to a conclusion.

(Someone attacked me while hiding. I can’t think of anything else.)

If it was one on one, he would have won for sure.

He hasn’t been able to confirm whether the attack hit the black hair or not. If he is still alive, he can’t let it be like that.

(I am the chosen man of “God”. Next time, I will absolutely win!)

The cries in his mind were not spoken out loud, and Schneider lost consciousness.