(Brain storage area)
(I couldn't find a book I wanted to read, so I wrote one myself. It's my first time writing, so if you think something's bad, feel free to say so.)
(The protagonist knows the plot. It's a harem story, and an openly acknowledged harem at that. However, he won't pursue certain characters because the author doesn't like them, such as Kushida Kikyo and Horikita Suzune.)
April was the season when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, yet it inevitably brought to mind a tragedy about lies.
Today was the first day of school. While some people hated going to school, Gojo Satoru seemed especially happy. After all, this was when the story officially began for him in this world.
Sitting on the bus, he admired the scenery outside through his black blindfold, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
It had been eleven years since he'd arrived in this new world. After dying young of an illness in his previous life, he'd been reborn in this world as a six-year-old child, right in front of the gates of an orphanage tucked away in a corner of this island nation.
At first, he'd been completely lost, whether it was the fact that he'd been reincarnated or having to face the unknown. But all that confusion disappeared when he awakened his system at the age of seven.
Character Template Sign-in System
When it first awakened, he hadn't understood what it was. Just from the name, he'd thought he'd been reborn into some dangerous world and was frightened. But after reading the introduction, he realized—what kind of dangerous world was this? It was my paradise! My world!
: This is a world of slice-of-life anime. The system's purpose is to continuously strengthen the character template drawn by the host until they become a god—or even surpass one.
The host must find out which anime world this is for themselves. Next, the host will draw a character template. After obtaining a character, the host will gain all of that character's corresponding abilities. From then on, the host can sign in every day, with the sign-in rewards determined by luck.
The moment I drew Gojo Satoru, I knew I was invincible! A man who could stand atop the world even in the Jujutsu World—there was no one in a slice-of-life world who could stop me.
But I hadn't let anyone know, nor had I ever shown off those extraordinary abilities in front of others. After all, it would be so boring to rule the world before I'd had my fill of life in this peaceful setting.
Shaking off those thoughts, I continued admiring the view outside and silently thought, Open personal status.
:
Name: Gojo Satoru
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 185
Attributes: (Normal people have 10)
Strength: 10000
Speed: 10000
Perception: 20000
Soul: 10000
Abilities: Limitless, Cursed Technique Lapse, Cursed Technique Reversal, Unlimited Void, Illusion, Cellular Regeneration...
Skills: (lv1 amateur-hobby, lv2 gifted, lv3 professional, lv4 expert, lv5 world-class)
Cooking lv5, singing lv5, writing lv5, housekeeping lv4, deduction lv5, hacking lv5, basketball lv5, weapons master lv5, piano lv5, medicine lv5...
Assets: Unlimited
That's right. Just as I expected, I was already invincible, in every sense of the word. I could crush anyone even without using my supernatural abilities.
Lost in thought, I didn't notice the bus had stopped. But due to inertia, a girl stumbled toward me. Seeing her lose her balance, I immediately stood up and reached out to steady her, speaking softly.
"Are you okay?"
Once she'd regained her balance, the girl was about to thank me, but she froze as she turned around. A boy in the same uniform stood before her, unusually tall, with a fair complexion, smooth skin, a chiseled face, and silvery white hair. But strangely, he wore a black blindfold, making his flowing hair stick out like a hedgehog's. It was hard not to wonder whether he could see where he was going.
While the girl stood there, stunned, an angry shout came from up ahead.
"Are you looking for a fight? You dare step on my shoe?"
A businessman had accidentally stepped on the red-haired boy's shoe when the bus lurched. The boy had grabbed him by the collar with his left hand, leaving the businessman with no choice but to apologize.
"I'm sorry. I didn't get enough rest, so I was dozing off just now and lost my balance. I'm really sorry."
But the redhead was unimpressed by the apology.
"Who'd believe that? With so many people around, you just happened to step on me. Did you do it on purpose?"
The businessman was getting angry, too. He was already sick of working overtime every day, and now this little brat was giving him a hard time. He shot back, "You were standing right in front of me. Who else could I have stepped on? What, was this bus parked backward?"
Hearing that, the redhead raised his right hand, ready to teach the man a lesson. But before he could swing, someone grabbed his wrist.
"That's enough. It was just a little accident, and he's already apologized. There's no need to keep harassing him."
Gojo Satoru had one hand in his pocket and the other gripping the redhead's arm. He'd walked over as soon as the argument started. As someone who loved a good show, he'd naturally wanted the best seat in the house, but when things began to get out of hand, he decided to intervene a little. After all, he'd recognized the hothead as Ken Sudō, who'd soon be his classmate. If things went on like this, Sudō might get sent home before school even started, and then Gojo wouldn't get to enjoy some of the fun he had planned.
"Who the hell are you?"
The hothead showed no gratitude, even when faced with the towering Gojo. He let go of the businessman's collar and prepared to take a swing at the blindfolded guy in front of him. Gojo couldn't be bothered to give him the chance. He simply tightened his grip.
"Ah!"
Sudō cried out in pain, startling everyone around him. His left hand reflexively grabbed his right arm, and his legs began to buckle beneath him.
Gojo had already lost interest. He simply let go, walked to the bus door, and called back with a smile.
"Learn your lesson. If you yell at me like that again, I'll kill you!"
He spoke with a smile, as if it were a joke, but the people on the bus all shivered.
Ignoring their reactions, he stepped off the bus.
Sakura Airi only came to her senses after watching the boy leave. She felt a little regretful. How rude of me. I forgot to thank him. I don't even know when I'll see him again.
Looking at the gates before me, I was happy from the bottom of my heart. One wife after another is waiting for me. Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, my ideal harem garden.
"Hey, can't you see where you're going? Your friend left you behind and ran off, didn't they? That's so mean."
She had a point. If someone wearing a black blindfold stood motionless at the school entrance for so long, it wasn't surprising that people would make that assumption. But had she forgotten that if he couldn't see, why would he be attending a regular high school?
My thoughts interrupted, I looked toward the source of the voice.
!!
Wasn't this Handprint Sister, Kushida Kikyo? She was very cute, spoke with boundless energy, and gave off the impression of a bright, cheerful girl. Anyone meeting her for the first time would probably like her. Too bad she was rotten inside.
"No, no, I can see just fine. I was only standing here because I was feeling a little emotional," I said, waving my hand.
She was a pretty girl, but she was far too twisted. She was the kind of person who could even sell her body to achieve her goals. I just couldn't work up any interest in someone like that. Better to head inside and see the girls I actually wanted to pursue.
Watching Gojo Satoru walk away, Kushida kept smiling, but inwardly she cursed him as a weirdo.
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