Sotis, being a reincarnated 50-year-old war veteran stuck in a 16-year-old body cos with unexpected perks.
Like realizing 90% of high school boys still think with their dicks and talk with their egos.
And the remaining 10%? They’re just better at hiding it.
I sat on the rooftop with my boys—Daiki and Shin. My "friends," if you could call them that. More like the last two guys in class who still had sothing interesting to say.
Daiki was the loudmouth—tan, soccer-fueled energy, always bragging about a girl who "definitely wants , bro."
Shin? The opposite. Quiet, sharp, emotionally constipated. The kind of guy who writes poems and then deletes them before sunrise.
Today was a bento-sharing, gossip-trading, trash-talking kind of day. The kind I needed.
Daiki: "Yo, tell the truth. Is Nurse Reina actually single?"
(smirking): "You think she’s handing out shots and hearts?"
Shin: "The real question is, why would soone like her be interested in high schoolers?"
I almost choked on my rice.
: "Are you saying that hypothetically or personally, Shin?"
Shin (shrugging): "Just seems odd. She’s... beautiful. Confident. Like she has a whole life beyond this school. And don’t forget her glorious body"
He wasn’t wrong. They both were circling the truth, but they didn’t have the system to tell them why Reina sotis stared out the window like she was trapped in a mory—or why Rika, my horoom teacher, wore perfu that didn’t match her mood.
Daiki: "All I’m saying is, if I had a shot at soone like that? Bro, I’d never co back to school."
(grinning): "Then it’s a good thing you don’t. You’d fail harder than your last math test."
Shin: "Besides, won like that don’t fall for boys. They fall for storms."
They both looked at .
I raised an eyebrow.
: "What?"
Daiki: "Man, you’ve changed."
Shin: "You walk like soone who’s already lived two lives."
I looked away, biting down a laugh.
If only they knew.
Later, we went to the arcade after school. Shin was destroying us in rhythm gas while Daiki tried to flirt with a girl running the prize counter.
Spoiler: she ignored him.
I spent most of my ti on the punching bag machine.
Not because I needed to impress anyone, but because I liked the sound it made when I hit it just right—like thunder trapped in leather.
System (teasing):
"Look at you, Renji. A MILF magnet by day, a rooftop philosopher by lunch, and a secret badass at night."
(in my head): "You forgot emotionally tornted."
System: "Nah. That’s just seasoning."
On the way ho, the three of us grabbed canned coffee from a vending machine.
It wasn’t much. Just boys walking under a sunset sky, talking crap about everything and nothing.
But it reminded of the before.
Before the system.
Before Rika.
Before Reina whispered she missed in the silence.
Daiki: "You ever wonder if this is the peak?"
: "High school?"
Shin: "Life."
I shook my head.
: "No. This is just the tutorial. The real ga starts when you stop lying to yourself."
They went quiet.
And for once, none of us had a joke to kill the mont.
Back at ho, the system gave one final line before bed:
"Even warriors need days off, baby. You earned this one. Tomorrow? Back to war."
I smiled as I pulled the blanket over my head.
Yeah.
Tomorrow, the storm returns.
But tonight? I was just Renji Sakamoto.
Friend. Fighter. MILF magnet in disguise.
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