Chapter 2 – Yukinoshita Yukino's Sharp Tongue and Relentless Sarcasm
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[Talent: Demon Slayer Mark] – A crimson mark that drastically enhances one's physical abilities.
[Talent: Swordmastery Divine Path] – A divine blessing that transcends human limitation, granting perfect instinct and comprehension of the sword.
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[Name: Shin Akira (Yukinoshita Akira)]
[Status: Transmigrator from Another World]
[Level: 0 (Ordinary Human)]
[Inheritance Template: Yoriichi Tsugikuni (0%)]
[Completed Templates: Enkidu (100%), King of the Shadowkhan (100%)]
[Talents: Demon Slayer Mark, Swordmastery Divine Path]
[Skills: None]
[Equipment: None]
[Items: Phoenix Tear ×1]
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A quiet sigh escaped Akira's lips.
For the first time in a while, he found life to be genuinely difficult.
How exactly was he supposed to increase the inheritance percentage of Yoriichi Tsugikuni?
He grabbed a neatly folded uniform and put it on. Today wasn't a weekend—it was a school day. Which meant… he had to return to school after nearly two months of absence.
After washing his face and straightening his tie, he cooked a simple bowl of instant noodles for breakfast. There wasn't anything else in the apartment.
According to the implanted memories, he'd always been uncomfortable with his "adopted fiancé" status. Unless absolutely necessary, he refused to take money from the Yukinoshita family.
For years, he'd lived off part-time jobs. Even this apartment—though technically arranged by his fiancée, Yukinoshita Haruno—was rented under his own name.
As he recalled those details, Akira couldn't help but click his tongue. The system really loved throwing him into awkward situations.
Not only had it turned him into someone's fiancé, but it also gave him this ridiculous background. Truly annoying.
"This is rough… Should I start another part-time job? No, wait—working is for people who like suffering. I refuse to do that for the rest of my life."
Twice he had reached the pinnacle of power—and now he was back to worrying about rent and groceries. How pitiful was that?
After pondering for a while, an idea sparked in his mind.
He could return to his old occupation: a cultural adapter—basically, copying and "localizing" stories from other worlds.
Just as he was about to sit down, the doorbell rang.
Ding dong—
He froze for a moment before remembering something. In his current life, he left for school every morning with Yukinoshita Yukino.
He placed the dishes in the sink, grabbed his school bag, and headed for the door.
Click—
Standing there was a tall, elegant girl, her posture straight and dignified—almost aristocratic.
Her beauty was striking: symmetrical features, fair porcelain skin, soft pink lips, and silky black hair cascading down her shoulders. She was so flawless it felt… almost illegal.
Yet her beauty came wrapped in an icy aura that made people instinctively keep their distance.
Yukinoshita Yukino.
The younger sister of his fiancée—technically, his sister-in-law.
"You've only missed one weekend and already lost track of time? Truly fitting for a sewer rat. Disgusting."
What a morning greeting. Straight to the heart, as always.
Chiba Prefecture, it seemed, was cursed with sibling complexes. Ironically, both brothers and sisters from that region shared the same trait.
Despite how hostile their relationship appeared on the surface, Haruno and Yukino actually cared for each other deeply. They just didn't know how to express it properly.
And now, because Akira was Haruno's childhood fiancé, he naturally became the target of Yukino's disdain.
"I didn't lose track of time. You just came too early, Miss Second Daughter."
"Hmph. Breathing the same air as you makes me nauseous. Let's go."
Without waiting for a reply, she turned and began walking away.
Being part of the Yukinoshita family, of course Yukino had a private car. The Yukinoshitas weren't ordinary citizens—they were one of the elite families in Chiba.
Akira sighed and rubbed his temples. What a tragic start to the day—mocked, insulted, and hated before breakfast.
Back when he watched Oregairu, he used to admire Yukinoshita Yukino—the sharp-tongued, cold beauty who stood up for her principles. She'd even been voted "Best Wife Material" in fan polls.
But now that he was standing in front of her in real life? Yeah… not so charming. Unless someone was secretly a masochist, dealing with her every day was pure torture.
"Don't tell me your hearing's failing too, Mister Rat."
"..."
So now he was officially downgraded to "Mister Rat." Wonderful.
Though he wanted to ignore her, Akira ended up following behind anyway. Comfort was comfort—and a private car beat the hell out of a crowded train.
From the memories, he recalled that he used to refuse these morning rides out of embarrassment.
But eventually, Haruno convinced him—on one condition: he had to keep an eye on Yukino every day. In exchange, his travel expenses would be covered.
Akira could only sigh internally again. The system really loved framing him as some kind of "inspirational protagonist."
But he wasn't the kind of hero who clawed his way up from poverty to marry into a rich family and conquer the world.
Once they got into the car, Yukino immediately scooted to the farthest corner, as if physical distance could save her from contamination.
Akira was at a loss for words.
He had traveled across three different worlds, met gods and monsters, fought beings that could crush cities—yet this single girl managed to make him feel more defeated than any battle he'd ever fought.
Even with the Yoriichi Tsugikuni template, his appearance hadn't changed much—just a faint flame-shaped mark on his forehead and a slight crimson tint at the ends of his hair.
Otherwise, he looked exactly the same. If anything, the subtle changes made him even more striking.
"Miss Yukino, if you dislike me that much, I'll tell Haruno-nee. Starting tomorrow, I won't join you anymore. No need for an extra passenger like me."
"Hmph. Still sulking like a child, I see. Didn't you say the same thing last year? Yet here you are again, thick-skinned as ever."
A second volley of verbal shrapnel.
The image of "ideal Yukino" in Akira's mind took another nosedive.
Technically, this was their first true meeting since he arrived in this world. But if first impressions really mattered—hers was a disaster.
Even in the original series, "The Great Teacher" didn't like Yukino at first.
Only after countless interactions did he realize that behind her cold demeanor and sharp tongue was a warm, sincere heart.
But for Akira right now, all he got were barbed words, cold stares, and obvious hostility.
If Yukino could've written it across her forehead, it would've read:
"I hate you."
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