An ordinary profession creates the world's strongest

“Wa ...!”

The mist in the pure white world instantly dissipated, and suddenly, a roar like the collapse of heaven and earth reached my ears. It seemed as if Guanghui-san's speech had concluded, and the female students' enthusiastic cheers rose again. My vision shifted, reflecting the enthusiastic faces of many girls. It was Shizuku-chan shaking my shoulder.

"Look ahead! The teacher is glaring at you! And if you keep looking, the boy behind you will start to snort happiness!"

"Ah, okay, okay."

I finally managed to suppress my regret and turned my gaze back to the front. When I turned around, I saw the boy behind me, holding his nose, looking very painful... But Shizuku was right, I also saw the teacher's eyes staring at me, so I decided to ignore him.

"what is going on?"

Seeing the teacher looking away, Shizuku asked me, looking worried. I put my hand to my chest, hoping to calm the pounding of my heart, which was louder than the surrounding clamor. My trembling voice put into words the indescribable high-pitched emotion:

"Um, well, he's here. He's right here. What should we do, Shizuku-chan?"

"Him? You said he... No way? You mean that 'him'? Where is he?"

"The seats in the back, two rows behind us, the people who are sleeping."

Shizuku turned her head and looked at the boy behind me with a look of "Could it be that guy with the nosebleed?!" "So, is he interested in me?!" the boy pondered, crossing his arms and legs, a serious expression on his face, his nose still bleeding. The boy next to him looked at him as if he were a pitiful creature.

Shizuku ignored them and saw "him" behind her.

"Is the person who remained unmoved by this commotion and fell asleep the 'him' Kaori was looking for?"

"Hmm, yeah, that's right. What should we do, Shizuku-chan? He's sitting in that seat, so that means we're in the same class, right? Ahhh, what should we do, Shizuku-chan!"

My heart felt like a festival was taking place. The little Kaori inside me was screaming and shrieking, running around meaninglessly, jumping up and down, holding her cheeks with her hands and twisting her body. How could such a miracle exist in this world? The person I've been searching for for a year is right behind me... This world is so cruel and so wonderful.

To express the growing, almost uncontrollable emotion within me, I grabbed Shizuku's arm and pulled.

Because we were talking in a low voice, Ryutaro, who couldn't hear what we were discussing, couldn't help but look at us in surprise. The people around us and the teacher also cast their eyes over, wanting to know what was going on.

However, I was so excited that I didn't care about anything else.

Seeing me like this, Shizuku smiled bitterly and patted my head a few times, trying to calm me down.

"That's great, Kaori. No need to worry about what to do, just befriend him—well, don't you want to be friends with him? Over the next three years, you'll have plenty of time to chat, spend time together, create lots of memories, and even become so close that I'll be jealous, right?"

Shizuku's gentle words seemed to calm the excitement that was raging like a spring wind.

I began to imagine—

In the mornings, I walked with him to school, in the cool morning air, and we would chat about what we had for breakfast or whether we had finished our homework. He seemed so relaxed, and I had to help check if his hair was neat or his clothes were all in place.

Then we'll go to school and have lunch together during the lunch break. Maybe I'll make him a lunchbox... Maybe hanging out after school would be nice too. After all, going to a cafe every day is too expensive. What if people mistake us for a couple? Right!

Plus there are things like holidays or school events that I'm just too excited to handle.

Just imagining it fills my heart with happiness. My high school life will surely be three wonderful years.

Ah, but there is a problem...

"What should I do, Shizuku-chan! I don't know how to greet his parents!"

"Why do you need this!? I know you're delusional, but how far have you progressed? Marriage? Is it already ten years from now? But not knowing how to greet the other party's parents means...ah, could it be a shotgun marriage...No! You absolutely can't do this, Kaori! Only with a clear plan can we build a happy family!"

What strange things is Shizuku-chan talking about? What nonsense is she talking about in a place like this?

"Shizuku-chan, I just want to know how to greet my friend without being disliked..."

「!?」

"Shizuku-chan, you're thinking too far ahead!"

「!?」

Ah, little Shizuku is huddled in a chair, hugging her knees. She's shrinking, her ears red. Ugh! She's got her ponytail pulled up over her face. She must be desperate to find a hole to crawl into, hoping everyone won't focus on her, right?

"...You guys have been whispering to each other for a while now. What the hell are you doing?"

Ryutaro's surprised voice came over, and I looked at him in surprise. I followed the direction he pointed with his chin and saw the teacher with a "bright smile".

...It seems that my high school life will begin amid the scolding of teachers.

More than a year passed after that.

I spent a lot of time with him, Hajime Nanyun.

But the situation was completely different from what I had imagined, because Shi was a so-called otaku. Apart from going to school, he stayed at home playing video games all the time. There was no time for the two of us to be alone at all.

In the morning, he was drowsy and rushed to school just before class. Before I could talk to him, he had already gone to play chess with Zhou Gong. After school, he was like a fish in water, rushing home full of energy.

No wonder I couldn’t catch him even if I ambushed him in the school he attended. When I went to look for him after school, he had already gone home.

However, I still try to find opportunities to make a quick stop, but even if I do talk, we only talk about irrelevant topics... Although I don't want to be so negative, maybe not only my friend, but even I have problems treating him as a close classmate.

Because when Hajime was talking to me, his expression was very stiff... his eyes were wandering... it was like he just wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible... and he didn't look at me while I was chatting with him, he seemed to be only looking at the person next to him...

“Nagumo-kun is ignoring me…”

"If all the men in the world heard this, they would probably burst into tears."

One time when I was discussing this with Shizuku, she said something like this. "I never thought there would be a boy in this world who wouldn't be moved by Kaori's aggression..." She looked a little troubled, but in many ways, she also showed admiration.

"How about you just be a stay-at-home girl too?"

She even gave me this advice.

The next day, I made a surprise visit to a famous store that had come up in my brief conversation with Hajime.

...The result is that I don't understand it at all.

There were so many things, I didn't know what to do. What struck me most were the portraits of girls hanging in the shop... they all seemed to be showing their underwear. I couldn't look directly at them, so I just stole a few glances, so I'm not sure...

"Shizuku-chan, based on the results of the surprise investigation, I've decided... to let Nagumo-san see my underwear—"

"Don't do that."

Shizuku pinched my cheek and said, "Well, I also think this is not a good thing to do. If I do that, I'll just be a nympho. Someone will report me to the police."

"Just say you're interested in anime and video games and want to ask him about them. Just use his interests as a topic of conversation, right?"

That certainly made sense. Following Shizuku's advice, I started finding topics to talk about that day that matched Hajime's interests.

At first, Hajime seemed surprised and confused. To put it more clearly... he seemed skeptical. I was almost traumatized, but after repeated, uninterrupted questioning, he finally told me a lot.

I was so happy, I started researching subculture, and now I have a pretty good understanding of it. What makes me feel bad is that Shizuku has to accompany me every time. Sometimes we accidentally wander into the pornographic arcade, sometimes we stand together in a bookstore reading a thin book, and sometimes we almost rent an 18+ anime to watch at home.

...We really just made a mistake, and we definitely don't have the slightest interest in it.

Anyway, my relationship with Hajime gradually improved, and we were halfway through high school. While I was planning my future assault on Shirasaki Kaori and living my ordinary life, one day -

That happened.

We are thrown into another world, our lives undergo major changes, and we begin a new life that is abnormal, tense and ruthless.

I don't want to talk much about the initial period after being summoned to the other world.

Looking back on that time, regret swirls in my mind, like a heavy rock pressing down on my chest. This world is magical, everyone has special talents, and there are kings, princesses, and knights. Was I excited to be trapped in this fairytale-like, unusual life? Honestly, I can't deny it.

While everyone possessed powerful and useful talents, only Hajime was assigned a mundane job. The person who supported and helped him the most during his time of despair was "me." If you ask me if I harbor narcissism or an ugly sense of superiority, I can't deny it.

If I could go back to the past, the first thing I'd do is beat myself up. I'd yell at myself, "What are you getting so excited about! It's because of you being like this that Hajime-kun got hurt!" and beat myself up until I came to my senses.

Of all the classmates, Hajime must have been the only one who noticed this. He had no fighting talent, yet he still worked so hard. He did this not to impress others, but because he was the only one who noticed—

——How close to death this world is.

The other students were somewhat excited, but only Nagumo-san was "serious about wanting to survive." Perhaps, no, he was definitely the only one who held "awareness" in his heart.

The "willfulness" to act when necessary. The willfulness to "take a step" even if you are afraid. The willfulness to "risk yourself" in order to survive and return to Japan.

I know, I know he's that kind of guy. I should understand, because that's what attracts me to him.

At that time, he was so scared that his face turned pale and his whole body was covered in cold sweat, but he still stood up to protect his mother-in-law and the little boy. It was this kind of strength that deeply attracted me, but it was also the factor that made me feel uneasy.

I know, I know very well.

In this world of near-death, who would be the first to step forward when truly necessary? Who would be the one who, in the most dangerous place, would turn pale with fear, his body covered in cold sweat, yet would never flinch for the sake of the person behind him?

But, I, who should have understood this, who wasn't serious enough about "surviving," who mistakenly believed in the unfounded hope that "it would definitely be okay"...

Lost him.

The first time, he stretched out his hand and fell into hell, disappearing into the darkness. At that time, my stupid head finally understood the meaning of the word despair.

Then, the second time... when we met again, miraculously, I saw a woman beside my beloved. She was leaning against him as if it was natural. She had blonde hair, garnet eyes, and was very beautiful.

The first time I stood up again, it was because Shizuku held me up. Before I could see with my own eyes what had really happened to him, I had to stop feeling sorry for myself. The regret, remorse, and anger at myself, and the will to seek him, allowed me to stand up again.

But the second loss was...

His ruthless and merciless appearance and emotions.

She possessed a high level of self-confidence that endeared her to him, considerable strength as his partner, an unshakable arrogance, and a strong will to accept challenges from everyone. She was a woman so beautiful that it was almost unfair to say that she possessed all these characteristics.

These things ruthlessly broke my heart.

What should I do? What should I do? I couldn't even understand my own heart. I just let it flow, helpless as I watched him leave.

Ironically, I felt like yelling, "Wow!" for no apparent reason. The person who woke me up was sitting in his favorite position - my natural enemy.

Looks like, "You're totally overrated," "I shouldn't have been so wary," or "Hmph, it's nothing special." Those provocative glances like, "Come on, try if you want to take it!" And those looks like, "I accept the challenge... but a weakling isn't worthy of being my opponent," with no intention of starting a fight! I regret it so much! Now's not the time to be at a loss! I can definitely bring happiness to Hajime-san more than that annoying woman! No, I will definitely make him happy!

And not only his natural enemies, but also the little girl who adores him as her father, the bunny-eared girl who openly admits her love for him, and the perverted—beautiful yet lecherous older sister. These girls around him all challenge my dull mind and cowardly heart.

So I noticed something that should have been noticed a long time ago.

So I made sure of my heart and what was most important to me.

So I decided to attack his heart.

After losing it, I finally realized that this feeling had lasted for three years.

"I like you."

Hajime-san, be prepared. I will never let you escape.

Shirasaki Kaori, seventeen years old, specializes in "assault".

Postscript to Volume 4

Thank you all for reading this book. I am Bai Miliang who likes middle school second years.

In addition to describing the story of Myu, a little girl from another world, this episode also features the pure and orthodox substitute heroine Kaori, as well as many members of the maze clearing team, making it a very lively episode.

Including the reunion chapter in this volume, what kind of growth will Shige have through encounters with many people in the future? I hope readers will continue to pay attention.

He has an active performance this time... well... well... the side story of him who has a weak presence and then rises to become the protagonist has been published on the WEB version. Interested readers are welcome to read it.

Thank you to Mr. Takaya Ki for providing the incredibly beautiful illustrations, the proofreaders, the editor, and all the other people involved for their dedicated efforts in publishing this book.

Finally, I would like to thank all readers for reading again. Thank you.

Volume 4 Bonus Booklet: Don't Call Me Goddess

"Oh! Look! It's the Goddess of Fertility!"

"The goddess has actually come to this village..."

"She's truly kindhearted! I heard she bravely fought off sixty thousand monsters to save Ur Town!"

"Not only does she enrich our lives, she also stands up to protect us. However, she's a little different from what I imagined. I thought she'd be a more mature and beautiful woman..."

"Indeed, she's worthy of being called a goddess. However, despite being so petite, she's willing to work hard for us commoners. To be frank—that actually makes me feel close to her!"

"Yeah, the goddess looks like a little squirrel... Honestly, she's incredibly cute."

"You, you think so too? I didn't say it out loud because it was disrespectful to the goddess, but... I also think the goddess is so cute, I can't help but want to take care of her."

"I should say I want to hug her, have her sit on my lap, and love her 24 hours a day!"

"I want to take her home."

Whether the villagers intended to conceal these thoughts, Aiko couldn't tell. Their conversation reached her ears, causing her face to flush. She trembled as if trying to suppress her shame.

Aiko and her companions encountered a massive monster attack in Ur Town. After clearing the aftermath, they returned to the kingdom. In the villages they passed along the way, Aiko was equally adored. Thanks to someone's clever trick, everyone believed that it was Aiko, the "Goddess of Fertility," who had saved Ur Town. Word spread like wildfire, and Aiko's popularity skyrocketed.

Wherever she went, the villagers would call her a goddess when they saw her; when they saw her working on farmland reform, everyone would involuntarily express the same feeling.

——This goddess is so cute despite her petite stature and hardworking.

Aiko was twenty-five years old, already an adult; she had a job, earned money to support herself, and had already entered society and lived independently. Whether being treated as a goddess or being looked at with warm eyes, these were not situations she welcomed. She thought so, and glanced at the villagers—

“Ah, the goddess is looking over here! Long live the goddess! Come on, shout along!”

““““Long live the goddess! Long live the goddess of abundance—!”””””