"I called the police," Yūma said.
"!?" Yamato's eyebrows twitched wildly.
"I watched the entire 'fight,' but because I was too weak and had no strength, I couldn't help. However, I still called the police," he took a breath and continued, "A regular fight might be okay, but these guys had weapons, even 'knives.' When the police arrive, they'll probably treat it as a criminal case... Don't worry, these guys won't be able to bother you for at least the next two years."
"!?" Yamato's eyebrows twitched even more violently.
Yūma cautiously glanced at the 'delinquents' lying on the ground; although they were supposedly unconscious, some of their shoulders began to tremble.
"...However," he scratched his head awkwardly, "you might be inconvenienced a bit. Because I called the police, it will probably take some time for the investigation. But it's okay, they'll likely only ask for names, home addresses, and at most, questions about relationships. It won't take long. Hehe..., for someone like Aihara-san, you might even receive a commendation as a 'Good Citizen.'"
"That's not much trouble..." Ryouka thought about it. She hadn't originally planned to involve the police, but since someone had already called, it was for the best. After all, she was also afraid that Ayumu would be ambushed by these scoundrels again. If they could eliminate future trouble, wasting a little time was nothing.
But Yamato couldn't agree, especially when he heard 'investigate relationships.' If they investigated, wouldn't everything be exposed?
that guy—
He glared at Yūma, who was shyly scratching his face, wishing he could punch him unconscious immediately.
The delinquent group also started to get restless. They didn't want to face jail time without getting anything in return. Besides...
"Bastard!"
The yellow-haired guy immediately sprang up with a carp-like flip. His earlier collapse was all 'acting'; he hadn't even been close to losing consciousness. "Didn't you say there would be many benefits afterward, and that I'd even get to be with Ryouka?! Why is this different from what you promised? Only you get to enjoy the good life!"
"...!" Yamato couldn't hold it in anymore.
If the yellow-haired guy had kept up the act, he might have been able to find a way to mediate. But now, everyone could see something was wrong!
"Guys, let's retreat! It'll be too late if we get caught!" the yellow-haired guy shouted.
At their boss's command, those 'unconscious' brothers all 'revived on the spot'...
Ryouka and Ayumu exchanged glances, dumbfounded.
His plan completely collapsed after this young man appeared!
Yamato glared at Yūma with a vicious look, as if he wanted to devour him alive.
And all of this unfolded too suddenly. Ryouka hadn't yet understood what had just occurred. She was a little at a loss: "Um... Aihara-san?"
Yamato's fists 'crunched' and 'crunched'.
Although he wasn't truly capable of taking care of these delinquents in one go, his muscles weren't fake. It would be easy to beat up this scrawny guy in front of him!
However,
"Huh?"
Yūma smiled and scratched the back of his head: "Aren't you leaving yet? The police will be here soon, and it'll be troublesome to leave then."
Yamato immediately understood.
From this guy's tone, he must have seen through his plan, which is why he called the police... If he really got invited to the police station for a chat, even if Ryouka still considered him her savior, the police would probably investigate his relationship with those delinquents!
"You mark my words!" he pointed at Yūma.
He turned and ran.
Yamato would engrave this failure into his mind and take brutal revenge on this brat next time!
Looking at his hasty retreating figure, Ryouka was stunned.
She then looked at Yūma, who was sighing in relief, with her emerald eyes.
"Um... When are the police coming?" Ryouka asked.
"Praise the lord, I pulled off an incredible bluff. If that guy had waited a little longer, I would have been exposed..." Yūma first mumbled to himself, then answered Ryouka's question: "They're not coming. I didn't call the police..."
To be precise, he couldn't call the police at all.
Because he searched his entire body and couldn't find his phone.
"...What exactly happened?" her mind hadn't caught up, but she largely guessed that there was something fishy behind this matter.
"Simply put..." he was about to explain when Ayumu spoke up, "Andō-kun, why are you here?"
'Andō-kun'...? Who is Andō-kun? ...Are they calling me? Am I called 'Andō-kun'? Oh right, my name seems to be 'Andō Yūma'...
Many memories that didn't belong to him began to flood his mind. He was momentarily dazed, and then his consciousness began to blur.
"Andō-kun!?"
Seeing Yūma's body suddenly go limp, about to faint, Ayumu hastily tried to wake him up.
But he didn't wake up. Just as he was about to fall, Ryouka quickly pulled him into her arms.
"Andō-kun? Ayumu, is this your classmate?"
"Mm..."
"Quick, call an ambulance, he seems to have fainted!"
"...Oh, okay!"
Actually, although Yūma's consciousness was blurry, he hadn't completely fainted.
He could still feel his cheek sinking into something large and soft, and the scent of shampoo lingered at the tip of his nose, but he couldn't think or clearly see what these things were.
At the same time, a voice echoed in his ears...
No, it should be said that a voice echoed in his mind.
[Successfully completed the 'Rescue! Karate Girl!' quest. System officially activated]
[Detecting host status...]
[Host 'Andō Yūma'... Binding in progress...]
[99%... 100%... Binding successful]
[Congratulations to host for receiving 'Newbie Gift Pack']
[Opening 'Newbie Gift Pack']
[Acquired skill...]
['Sword Mastery EX']
[...2060 System 'Pure Love' is dedicated to serving you...]
'My name is Andō Yūma.'
'I am 17 years old and a student.'
'A second-year student at Shirakari High School.'
'My parents passed away early, and I have no other direct relatives. My guardian is my aunt, who works far away in Hawaii.'
'I have few friends and no harem.'
'I am an ordinary high school student.'
"Whoa!!"
Yūma woke up with a start from the bed, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.
And...
A pure white color, and a familiar yet slightly strange smell of disinfectant.
"...In a hospital?" Yūma's head ached badly.
"Yes, because you suddenly fainted, we brought you to a nearby hospital."
The voice came from beside the bed. He turned his head to look, then sat up.
"Yotsumo... Yotsumoto-san?"
Ryouka poured a cup of water, then handed it to Yūma. "You... know me?"
"...Ah, yes, Yotsumoto-san, you're very famous. Is there anyone in our school who doesn't know you?" Yūma quickly said. The inexplicable memories that flooded his mind during his unconsciousness made Yūma certain that he had definitely transmigrated... His identity in this world was 'Andō Yūma,' and like Ryouka, he was a student at Shirakari High School.
Ryouka chuckled softly.
Before, they were too far apart, and just now he was 'acting' with Yamato. This was the first time he had observed the real her up close... although in his previous world, he had seen even her armpit clearly.
It had to be admitted, she was an extremely beautiful girl, and her figure was slender. It was impossible to tell that she possessed the monstrous strength to subdue three delinquent boys.
And her face was so small. If she untied her ponytail, she would definitely be submerged under her black hair.
Her skin was also as snowy white as cream, and even the slightest blush on her face could be seen clearly.
"...Ah, sorry." he realized he seemed to have been staring at her for a bit too long.
"No, it's fine..." she shyly lowered her gaze. "...Um, the doctor said you should take good care of yourself."
"Yes, I know..." he said.
"Also, you and Ayumu are classmates, right?" Ryouka said, "Andō-san... Can I call you 'Andō-san'?"
"Whatever, calling me 'Yūma' is fine too," he said. "I'm not exactly good with formalities."
Ryouka's face reddened a bit more. "I... I'll just call you 'Yūma-kun' for now. Anyway, thank you for this time."
"Huh?"
"While you were unconscious, I thought through the whole situation from beginning to end and guessed the inside story."
"I see," he said with a smile, "It's nothing. I slaughtered the NTR Bastards... Ahem, no, then Yotsumoto-san, please be careful in the future."
He pressed a switch, adjusting the angle of the bed's backrest. Lying down wasn't very comfortable; he wanted to sit up.
"But Yūma-kun, how did you know?"
"I was passing by and happened to overhear their conversation," he used a tried-and-true excuse to answer the question.
"I don't need to be hospitalized, do I?"
She waved her hand in front of her chest:
"No, the doctor said you fainted due to heatstroke. You can be discharged as soon as you wake up and recover."
"Pfft—"
He had just taken a sip of water when he spat it all over the quilt on his chest.
Heatstroke?
He looked at the 'thermometer' hanging on the wall. The temperature displayed was...
'Fifteen degrees Celsius indoors.'
It shouldn't be over twenty degrees outside.