Chapter 5
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[Personal Grudges and Selfish Desires]
There are different types of resentment.
Feeling angry and hatred after receiving unforgivable treatment. Enmity.
Compared to others, I feel dissatisfied, not unsatisfied. The sort of unjustified resentment through misunderstanding.
Because I had no contact with Higaki Ao, there should be nothing that could’ve made her grudged me. In that case, I think this is a type of unjustified resentment through a misunderstanding, but… even when I think about it seriously, there’s no source that come to mind.
In the first place, I had thrown away human relationships and continued to raise my level. So, I don’t remember causing any inconvenience to anyone, except to my parents.
…Does that mean it have something to do with my relationship with my parents? No, but… however… is that possible?
“Higaki-san.”
“What?”
“Um, are we actually lifelong separated siblings?”
“Hah?”
“Do you have a complaint for me, your younger brother!?”
“Honestly, that’s disgusting.”
Right, you’re gonna be put off if you have a sibling like me.
“Then, I really don’t know. Why are you grudging me? Have we met somewhere before?”
“We have never met in person. I only know you one-sidedly.”
“One-sidedly?”
“That sword.”
Higaki-san says so and points to the sword I’m carrying on my waist.
I don’t know what the old-fashioned sword I got from Uncle Bonus has to do with it, so I tilt my neck, but she ignores me and begins to spin her words as if confessing.
“That sword is the sword of my teacher and the person I admired.”
“Teacher? Admired…?”
“The ‘Sword Saint’ Shoichiro Sanuki. When I saw the sword swing of that person, I was fascinated, and I reached out.”
Higaki Ao narrates. In a way, it’s shocking.
“When I was little, I went out of the wall casually. I, who didn’t really understand what the outside was like, was naturally attacked by a monster. I ran away with my friends who had sneaked out along with me, after that we were injured and collapsed one by one… I was saved by Teacher Sanuki.”
Her gaze is directed toward the ceiling. However, her eyes are directed towards the memory of the past, toward that moment that was burned into her mind.
“Clear, beautiful, that one sword stroke that couldn’t be put into words, pierce through my fear and took my heart away. It was beautiful… so beautiful.”
The voice that leaked out from her moist lips and slightly red cheeks enters my ears with a sweet, melting passion.
She shows the face of a ‘woman’ that cannot be imagined from her dignified appearance until now, and as if to suppress the seething passion, she begins to hug herself.
“Having seen the Sword Saint, I reached out to that area and picked up the sword. Over and over again, I begged Teacher and unreasonably press him to take me as his disciple. Those days were so exciting… every time I swung my sword, every time I learned his technique, my heart throbbed at the fact that I was even one step closer to that swordsmanship I longed for.”
“But,” she pauses her words and with a glare, she turns her gaze at me.
The passion of hers, who have been showing the face of a ‘woman’ until just now, cools down in an instant. Being glared by that sharp gaze, I feel a chill as if the room temperature dropped for some reason.
“One day, I found your existence. I found that I’m not the first disciple, but the ‘second’. He said ‘You’re far more talented than him, so don’t mind it, I taught the basics to that boy just as a sort of enjoyment,’ but… for me, that’s not something I can ignore.”
(Not the first, but the second.
Even though I bowed my head many times; Teacher taught his technique to that someone voluntarily.
Envious, envious, envious. And hateful.)
“I wanted to be the first. Even though I should have been that person’s first disciple, but you made me fall to be the ‘second’. You appear at the end of the path that I follow to that person’s back! Seeing the scars on the wall in the dungeon, I suspected that someone is a fellow student, and I was convinced when I saw the sword on your waist! You, robbed me of that person’s first! How could I not resent you!?”
Who can blame me for being overwhelmed by her sudden change and her devilish expression, I wonder?
Certainly, there is an episode in the original work story where she was fascinated by the Sword Saint’s sword stroke and picked up the sword.
But as she wielded the sword, she began to want to be able to help someone, just as the Sword Saint helped her – there should be such a monologue in the original work story.
For that reason, she sought power and worked as a disciplinary committee member, but she gradually prioritized ‘rule’ over ‘someone’; Higaki Ao of the original story should came to realize that as she interacted with the protagonist.
However, the her before me is ‘worse’ no matter how I see her. To the extent that I doubt her sanity.
How does ‘Higaki Ao’, whose actions and words are too different from the original, take the appearance of mine, whose eyes are darting around I wonder? This time, she speaks with a bitter smile.
“I heard you didn’t even remember Teacher’s name. On the contrary, you gave him a nickname. So, you probably don’t know me, and I think your mind probably can’t keep up being faced with these unseemly circumstances of mine. This is a problem from my egoism that knows no bounds; I’m truly sorry for having you involved in it…”
‘But’… so she paused.
“That sword is mine.”
At that moment, I reach for my sword.
But she sneaks into my bosom faster than that.
I quickly change my hand that reach out to the handle to a fist, swing it, and throw it into her.
“—ng!?”
However, there is no figure of her at the end of my fist.
Having pulled the scabbard along with its sword from my waist, she turns and makes her way to my back quickly.
The impact that exploded at the back of my head makes me let go of my consciousness.
I woke up in a room of the hospital linked to the academy.
It was explained to me that I was hit on the head many times with a considerable force, so a part of my skull cracked, and that even with healing magic, I have to be on bed for several days.
Regarding the treatment cost, it seems that I’ll be able to cover it somehow by selling the monster materials that I obtained when I was leveling in the dungeon, and in addition, it seems that a part of the disciplinary committee’s budget will be deducted to be a subsidy for me.
To me, it is clearly a hush money, and I received an explanation the case of my illegal invasion and various other crimes was settled in the form of a toleration due to the excessive acts of the disciplinary committee side.
After I wake up, a person like an advisor came to apologize, but of course Higaki Ao’s figure wasn’t there and my feelings didn’t clear up.
“…………”
Uncle Bonus is that ’Sword Saint’ Shoichiro Sanuki.
And because I was involved with him without knowing it, it became a source that aggravated Higaki Ao.
I don’t know how the former looks, so it would be impossible for me to recognize him whose existence were only talked about in the original work. In the latter’s case, it was unintentional, there’s no way I’d know things would turn out like that.
No matter how many times I thought about it, I couldn’t find my own fault, nothing came to mind. My anger arose at the unreasonable treatment. What the hell did I do? I was only leveling alone diligently.
Certainly, I might have caused trouble for other people.
If this treatment was done as an ‘official affair’, I would still accept it.
However, that woman used ‘official affair’ to attack me with ‘private reason’ and robbed me of my sword. Then after that she didn’t stop and she kept beating me. It’s unreasonable, too unreasonable, right?
However, even in such an unreasonable situation, the point that I truly can’t forgive is — ‘she stole my sword’.
Honestly, I don’t have much feelings for that sword.
It is true that the sword that Uncle gave me was an item that I had a long relationship with, and I prefer to use it because it had the best performance among the weapons I could get at the moment.
However, after all, an item is an item, and I was fully prepared to change it to a better weapon in the future. I didn’t throw it away because it was a gift, and I got the impression that it was a unique item that could only be used in the early stages.
But, however. However.
“To steal the item that someone got directly, that shitty biiiiiiiitch!!!”
You damn asshole! There was no anti-personnel system in the game, let alone a PK element!!
She’s really unreasonable, that shitty bitch! That’s my item! Lowly loser like you who can’t even trigger her event by herself, never mind falling for you, even just calling you is gross, you shameless!
“If the original work (she) unreasonably came and involved me, no problem! I will do whatever I waaant!”
Venting my anger on the bed, I make a ruckus *clamor, clamor*. Because of that, the gauge reacts and the doctor and the others rush in, and I finally regain my composure.
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[Personal Grudges and Selfish Desires]
There are different types of resentment.
Feeling angry and hatred after receiving unforgivable treatment. Enmity.
Compared to others, I feel dissatisfied, not unsatisfied. The sort of unjustified resentment through misunderstanding.
Because I had no contact with Higaki Ao, there should be nothing that could’ve made her grudged me. In that case, I think this is a type of unjustified resentment through a misunderstanding, but… even when I think about it seriously, there’s no source that come to mind.
In the first place, I had thrown away human relationships and continued to raise my level. So, I don’t remember causing any inconvenience to anyone, except to my parents.
…Does that mean it have something to do with my relationship with my parents? No, but… however… is that possible?
“Higaki-san.”
“What?”
“Um, are we actually lifelong separated siblings?”
“Hah?”
“Do you have a complaint for me, your younger brother!?”
“Honestly, that’s disgusting.”
Right, you’re gonna be put off if you have a sibling like me.
“Then, I really don’t know. Why are you grudging me? Have we met somewhere before?”
“We have never met in person. I only know you one-sidedly.”
“One-sidedly?”
“That sword.”
Higaki-san says so and points to the sword I’m carrying on my waist.
I don’t know what the old-fashioned sword I got from Uncle Bonus has to do with it, so I tilt my neck, but she ignores me and begins to spin her words as if confessing.
“That sword is the sword of my teacher and the person I admired.”
“Teacher? Admired…?”
“The ‘Sword Saint’ Shoichiro Sanuki. When I saw the sword swing of that person, I was fascinated, and I reached out.”
Higaki Ao narrates. In a way, it’s shocking.
“When I was little, I went out of the wall casually. I, who didn’t really understand what the outside was like, was naturally attacked by a monster. I ran away with my friends who had sneaked out along with me, after that we were injured and collapsed one by one… I was saved by Teacher Sanuki.”
Her gaze is directed toward the ceiling. However, her eyes are directed towards the memory of the past, toward that moment that was burned into her mind.
“Clear, beautiful, that one sword stroke that couldn’t be put into words, pierce through my fear and took my heart away. It was beautiful… so beautiful.”
The voice that leaked out from her moist lips and slightly red cheeks enters my ears with a sweet, melting passion.
She shows the face of a ‘woman’ that cannot be imagined from her dignified appearance until now, and as if to suppress the seething passion, she begins to hug herself.
“Having seen the Sword Saint, I reached out to that area and picked up the sword. Over and over again, I begged Teacher and unreasonably press him to take me as his disciple. Those days were so exciting… every time I swung my sword, every time I learned his technique, my heart throbbed at the fact that I was even one step closer to that swordsmanship I longed for.”
“But,” she pauses her words and with a glare, she turns her gaze at me.
The passion of hers, who have been showing the face of a ‘woman’ until just now, cools down in an instant. Being glared by that sharp gaze, I feel a chill as if the room temperature dropped for some reason.
“One day, I found your existence. I found that I’m not the first disciple, but the ‘second’. He said ‘You’re far more talented than him, so don’t mind it, I taught the basics to that boy just as a sort of enjoyment,’ but… for me, that’s not something I can ignore.”
(Not the first, but the second.
Even though I bowed my head many times; Teacher taught his technique to that someone voluntarily.
Envious, envious, envious. And hateful.)
“I wanted to be the first. Even though I should have been that person’s first disciple, but you made me fall to be the ‘second’. You appear at the end of the path that I follow to that person’s back! Seeing the scars on the wall in the dungeon, I suspected that someone is a fellow student, and I was convinced when I saw the sword on your waist! You, robbed me of that person’s first! How could I not resent you!?”
Who can blame me for being overwhelmed by her sudden change and her devilish expression, I wonder?
Certainly, there is an episode in the original work story where she was fascinated by the Sword Saint’s sword stroke and picked up the sword.
But as she wielded the sword, she began to want to be able to help someone, just as the Sword Saint helped her – there should be such a monologue in the original work story.
For that reason, she sought power and worked as a disciplinary committee member, but she gradually prioritized ‘rule’ over ‘someone’; Higaki Ao of the original story should came to realize that as she interacted with the protagonist.
However, the her before me is ‘worse’ no matter how I see her. To the extent that I doubt her sanity.
How does ‘Higaki Ao’, whose actions and words are too different from the original, take the appearance of mine, whose eyes are darting around I wonder? This time, she speaks with a bitter smile.
“I heard you didn’t even remember Teacher’s name. On the contrary, you gave him a nickname. So, you probably don’t know me, and I think your mind probably can’t keep up being faced with these unseemly circumstances of mine. This is a problem from my egoism that knows no bounds; I’m truly sorry for having you involved in it…”
‘But’… so she paused.
“That sword is mine.”
At that moment, I reach for my sword.
But she sneaks into my bosom faster than that.
I quickly change my hand that reach out to the handle to a fist, swing it, and throw it into her.
“—ng!?”
However, there is no figure of her at the end of my fist.
Having pulled the scabbard along with its sword from my waist, she turns and makes her way to my back quickly.
The impact that exploded at the back of my head makes me let go of my consciousness.
I woke up in a room of the hospital linked to the academy.
It was explained to me that I was hit on the head many times with a considerable force, so a part of my skull cracked, and that even with healing magic, I have to be on bed for several days.
Regarding the treatment cost, it seems that I’ll be able to cover it somehow by selling the monster materials that I obtained when I was leveling in the dungeon, and in addition, it seems that a part of the disciplinary committee’s budget will be deducted to be a subsidy for me.
To me, it is clearly a hush money, and I received an explanation the case of my illegal invasion and various other crimes was settled in the form of a toleration due to the excessive acts of the disciplinary committee side.
After I wake up, a person like an advisor came to apologize, but of course Higaki Ao’s figure wasn’t there and my feelings didn’t clear up.
“…………”
Uncle Bonus is that ’Sword Saint’ Shoichiro Sanuki.
And because I was involved with him without knowing it, it became a source that aggravated Higaki Ao.
I don’t know how the former looks, so it would be impossible for me to recognize him whose existence were only talked about in the original work. In the latter’s case, it was unintentional, there’s no way I’d know things would turn out like that.
No matter how many times I thought about it, I couldn’t find my own fault, nothing came to mind. My anger arose at the unreasonable treatment. What the hell did I do? I was only leveling alone diligently.
Certainly, I might have caused trouble for other people.
If this treatment was done as an ‘official affair’, I would still accept it.
However, that woman used ‘official affair’ to attack me with ‘private reason’ and robbed me of my sword. Then after that she didn’t stop and she kept beating me. It’s unreasonable, too unreasonable, right?
However, even in such an unreasonable situation, the point that I truly can’t forgive is — ‘she stole my sword’.
Honestly, I don’t have much feelings for that sword.
It is true that the sword that Uncle gave me was an item that I had a long relationship with, and I prefer to use it because it had the best performance among the weapons I could get at the moment.
However, after all, an item is an item, and I was fully prepared to change it to a better weapon in the future. I didn’t throw it away because it was a gift, and I got the impression that it was a unique item that could only be used in the early stages.
But, however. However.
“To steal the item that someone got directly, that shitty biiiiiiiitch!!!”
You damn asshole! There was no anti-personnel system in the game, let alone a PK element!!
She’s really unreasonable, that shitty bitch! That’s my item! Lowly loser like you who can’t even trigger her event by herself, never mind falling for you, even just calling you is gross, you shameless!
“If the original work (she) unreasonably came and involved me, no problem! I will do whatever I waaant!”
Venting my anger on the bed, I make a ruckus *clamor, clamor*. Because of that, the gauge reacts and the doctor and the others rush in, and I finally regain my composure.
Personal Grudges and Selfish DesiresThere are different types of resentment.Feeling angry and hatred after receiving unforgivable treatment. Enmity.Compared to others, I feel dissatisfied, not unsatisfied. The sort of unjustified resentment through misunderstanding.Because I had no contact with Higaki Ao, there should be nothing that could've made her grudged me. In that case, I think this is a type of unjustified resentment through a misunderstanding, but even when I think about it seriously, there's no source that come to mind.In the first place, I had thrown away human relationships and continued to raise my level. So, I don't remember causing any inconvenience to anyone, except to my parents.Does that mean it have something to do with my relationship with my parents? No, but however is that possible?Higaki-san.What?Um, are we actually lifelong separated siblings?Hah?Do you have a complaint for me, your younger brother!?Honestly, that's disgusting.Right, you're gonna be put off if you have a sibling like me.Then, I really don't know. Why are you grudging me? Have we met somewhere before?We have never met in person. I only know you one-sidedly.One-sidedly?That sword.Higaki-san says so and points to the sword I'm carrying on my waist.I don't know what the old-fashioned sword I got from Uncle Bonus has to do with it, so I tilt my neck, but she ignores me and begins to spin her words as if confessing.That sword is the sword of my teacher and the person I admired.Teacher? Admired?The Sword Saint' Shoichiro Sanuki. When I saw the sword swing of that person, I was fascinated, and I reached out.Higaki Ao narrates. In a way, it's shocking.When I was little, I went out of the wall casually. I, who didn't really understand what the outside was like, was naturally attacked by a monster. I ran away with my friends who had sneaked out along with me, after that we were injured and collapsed one by one I was saved by Teacher Sanuki.Her gaze is directed toward the ceiling. However, her eyes are directed towards the memory of the past, toward that moment that was burned into her mind.Clear, beautiful, that one sword stroke that couldn't be put into words, pierce through my fear and took my heart away. It was beautiful so beautiful.The voice that leaked out from her moist lips and slightly red cheeks enters my ears with a sweet, melting passion.She shows the face of a woman' that cannot be imagined from her dignified appearance until now, and as if to suppress the seething passion, she begins to hug herself.Having seen the Sword Saint, I reached out to that area and picked up the sword. Over and over again, I begged Teacher and unreasonably press him to take me as his disciple. Those days were so exciting every time I swung my sword, every time I learned his technique, my heart throbbed at the fact that I was even one step closer to that swordsmanship I longed for.But, she pauses her words and with a glare, she turns her gaze at me.The passion of hers, who have been showing the face of a woman' until just now, cools down in an instant. Being glared by that sharp gaze, I feel a chill as if the room temperature dropped for some reason.One day, I found your existence. I found that I'm not the first disciple, but the second'. He said You're far more talented than him, so don't mind it, I taught the basics to that boy just as a sort of enjoyment,' but for me, that's not something I can ignore.Not the first, but the second.Even though I bowed my head many times; Teacher taught his technique to that someone voluntarily.Envious, envious, envious. And hateful.I wanted to be the first. Even though I should have been that person's first disciple, but you made me fall to be the second'. You appear at the end of the path that I follow to that person's back! Seeing the scars on the wall in the dungeon, I suspected that someone is a fellow student, and I was convinced when I saw the sword on your waist! You, robbed me of that person's first! How could I not resent you!?Who can blame me for being overwhelmed by her sudden change and her devilish expression, I wonder?Certainly, there is an episode in the original work story where she was fascinated by the Sword Saint's sword stroke and picked up the sword.But as she wielded the sword, she began to want to be able to help someone, just as the Sword Saint helped her there should be such a monologue in the original work story.For that reason, she sought power and worked as a disciplinary committee member, but she gradually prioritized rule' over someone'; Higaki Ao of the original story should came to realize that as she interacted with the protagonist.However, the her before me is worse' no matter how I see her. To the extent that I doubt her sanity.How does Higaki Ao', whose actions and words are too different from the original, take the appearance of mine, whose eyes are darting around I wonder? This time, she speaks with a bitter smile.I heard you didn't even remember Teacher's name. On the contrary, you gave him a nickname. So, you probably don't know me, and I think your mind probably can't keep up being faced with these unseemly circumstances of mine. This is a problem from my egoism that knows no bounds; I'm truly sorry for having you involved in itBut' so she paused.That sword is mine.At that moment, I reach for my sword.But she sneaks into my bosom faster than that.I quickly change my hand that reach out to the handle to a fist, swing it, and throw it into her.ng!?However, there is no figure of her at the end of my fist.Having pulled the scabbard along with its sword from my waist, she turns and makes her way to my back quickly.The impact that exploded at the back of my head makes me let go of my consciousness.I woke up in a room of the hospital linked to the academy.It was explained to me that I was hit on the head many times with a considerable force, so a part of my skull cracked, and that even with healing magic, I have to be on bed for several days.Regarding the treatment cost, it seems that I'll be able to cover it somehow by selling the monster materials that I obtained when I was leveling in the dungeon, and in addition, it seems that a part of the disciplinary committee's budget will be deducted to be a subsidy for me.To me, it is clearly a hush money, and I received an explanation the case of my illegal invasion and various other crimes was settled in the form of a toleration due to the excessive acts of the disciplinary committee side.After I wake up, a person like an advisor came to apologize, but of course Higaki Ao's figure wasn't there and my feelings didn't clear up.Uncle Bonus is that 'Sword Saint' Shoichiro Sanuki.And because I was involved with him without knowing it, it became a source that aggravated Higaki Ao.I don't know how the former looks, so it would be impossible for me to recognize him whose existence were only talked about in the original work. In the latter's case, it was unintentional, there's no way I'd know things would turn out like that.No matter how many times I thought about it, I couldn't find my own fault, nothing came to mind. My anger arose at the unreasonable treatment. What the hell did I do? I was only leveling alone diligently.Certainly, I might have caused trouble for other people.If this treatment was done as an official affair', I would still accept it.However, that woman used official affair' to attack me with private reason' and robbed me of my sword. Then after that she didn't stop and she kept beating me. It's unreasonable, too unreasonable, right?However, even in such an unreasonable situation, the point that I truly can't forgive is she stole my sword'.Honestly, I don't have much feelings for that sword.It is true that the sword that Uncle gave me was an item that I had a long relationship with, and I prefer to use it because it had the best performance among the weapons I could get at the moment.However, after all, an item is an item, and I was fully prepared to change it to a better weapon in the future. I didn't throw it away because it was a gift, and I got the impression that it was a unique item that could only be used in the early stages.But, however. However.To steal the item that someone got directly, that shitty biiiiiiiitch!!!You damn asshole! There was no anti-personnel system in the game, let alone a PK element!!She's really unreasonable, that shitty bitch! That's my item! Lowly loser like you who can't even trigger her event by herself, never mind falling for you, even just calling you is gross, you shameless!If the original work she unreasonably came and involved me, no problem! I will do whatever I waaant!Venting my anger on the bed, I make a ruckus *clamor, clamor*. Because of that, the gauge reacts and the doctor and the others rush in, and I finally regain my composure.
