Chapter 2: The More Heroines, the Better

Kusakabe Nanaka is a beautiful girl.

Even a week after the entrance ceremony, that’s the talk.

No, if anything, the rumors have spread throughout the school, so she might be even more talked about.

Her transparent blonde hair, like melted honey, is said to be proof of some foreign blood. She──though I have some resistance to using that term──says she’s about a quarter British.

In other words, foreign meat.

After a week of gathering information, I’ve learned that Nanaka is apparently a real beautiful girl to everyone except me.

Even now, I can hear whispers praising her.

In the classroom where I’m pretending to sleep.

「Adashino-san, are you tired?」

A soft, clear voice like rolling bells slipped into my ears.

Glancing that way, the abominable sight not only nullifies the goodwill my hearing perceived in an instant but turns it negative.

A lump of meat reaching about 160 centimeters in height.

「…Yeah, a bit.」

About ninety percent of my tiredness is due to the lump of meat in front of me.

I wish they would change seats immediately, but it seems this school doesn’t do seat changes.

Every day, I receive envious looks from the boys.

「Ah, were you up late playing games? You said you liked games during your self-introduction.」

「Ahh, yeah, that’s right.」

I was indeed playing games.

A game where you just keep killing grotesque zombies.

It’s not related to Nanaka at all, though.

By the way, I bought that game the afternoon after the entrance ceremony.

「It’s bad for your health if you don’t sleep properly.」

「I know. I’ll sleep today.」

After I kill about a hundred zombies.

Of course, I wouldn’t say that, and I nod with a humble attitude.

Nanaka seemed satisfied and smiled with a tone that could almost have a musical note attached, “I’m glad”. It’s a guess since the lump of meat has no mouth.

I don’t know why only I see her as a lump of meat.

Maybe there’s something wrong with my brain or something.

As I pondered these trivial thoughts, resting my chin on my hand, the back door of the classroom burst open.

「Is Onee-chan here!?」

「Ah, Yuna?」

I gently pressed my eyes with my hands and looked up at the sky.

「Eh, is that Kusakabe-san’s little sister?」

「She’s super cute…」

「As expected of sisters.」

「But we’re first-years, so why is she at this school?」

The commotion in the classroom grew even louder.

Everyone must be seeing a beautiful girl who strongly resembles Nanaka.

I caught a glimpse too. Certainly, there’s a sense of blood relation.

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I tightly closed my eyelids, determined not to see anything more.

What opened them was Nanaka calling out to me.

「Adashino-san, Adashino-san.」

「…What?」

「Let me introduce you, my younger sister, Kusakabe Yuna.」

Ahh, if she’s introducing her, I have to look that way.

I really don’t want to. I would have preferred to live my life without ever interacting with her.

「…Nice to meet you, I’m Adashino You.」

「Fuun, so you’re the pesky bug clinging to Onee-chan? A dull-looking guy.」

「Yuna, stop it!」

I was insulted right off the bat.

But I feel nothing.

I sense gazes filled with jealousy and curiosity from all over the classroom, but even that seems irrelevant.

「I’m sorry, Adashino-san. Yuna has a bit of a sharp tongue…」

Nanaka says apologetically.

Well, her tongue is probably sharp. Just as she looks.

「What? I just said the truth.」

「…….Haa.」

「Why did you sigh just now!? Tell me!」

Ahh, don’t come any closer. You’ll get your putrid smell on me.

With an extremely displeased face, I push away Yuna, who is approaching as if to grab me by the collar. But her momentum was so strong that it was meaningless.

If the older sister is like that, the younger sister is like this.

What crosses my mind is the renaming suggestion I gave Nanaka a week ago.

From her tattered uniform, unlike her sister who wears nothing, extended limbs that look like they might rot and fall off at any moment.

Compared to the lump of meat, she’s far more human-like, but still not something that can be described as human.

If I’m not careful, her eyeballs might fall out of their sockets. Given the distance between her──though I feel a strong resistance to using that term──and me, if that happens, her eyeballs would stick to my uniform.

「Haa…」

I have a headache.

Kusakabe Nanaka’s younger sister, Kusakabe Yuna, was a zombie.

And not the cute kind that appears in romantic comedies.

The type that attacks you in Biohazard.

She’s the one who deserves the name of a meat-devouring warrior.

If she had been a snow woman, I might have been able to accept it. I had hoped for a human to appear this time, but a snow woman would have been better.

Why a zombie? Yuna is a name that doesn’t fit unless you’re an incredibly cute girl. A zombie for gap moe? No way.

「Yuna and I are twins. But I was born first, so I’m the Onee-chan.」

「Ahh, I see.」

At this point, I’m curious about the appearance of the mother who gave birth to them.

In my head, demons and monsters begin to dance a strange dance. Candidates for the mother.

Daidarabocchi, kappa, Issun-boushi, the old woman from Rashomon… and a nue.

After going around in circles, maybe just a normal human. No way.

I was escaping reality in this way, faced with an unbelievable reality.

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Merlin Hermes
Merlin Hermes
2 months ago

Chad Protag, he’s actually funny and sensible