An Ideal Backyard

(Brain storage area)

(I couldn't find the kind of books I wanted to read, so I wrote one myself. It's my first time writing, so if you find anything lacking, feel free to criticize.)

(The protagonist knows the plot. It is a harem, and an open, unapologetic one at that. However, I won't be recruiting certain characters because I don't like them, such as Kushida Kikyo and Horikita Suzune.)

April. Even though it was the time when cherry blossoms were in full bloom, it couldn't help but remind one of a tragedy involving lies.

Today was the first day of school. Compared to those who hated attending, Gojo Satoru seemed exceptionally happy; after all, this was the moment the plot 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 curling up slightly.

This was his 11th year since arriving in this new world. Ever since he passed away prematurely from illness in his previous life, he had been reborn into the body of a six-year-old child in front of an orphanage located in a corner of the island nation.

At first, he had been very confused, whether it was about the rebirth or facing the unknown, but all that dissipated the moment he awakened the system at the age of seven.

Character Template Sign-in System

When he first awakened, he hadn't been clear on what it was. Just looking at the name, he had been terrified, thinking he had been reborn into some dangerous world. It was only after reading the introduction that he realized this wasn't a dangerous world at all! It was his paradise! His world!

: This is a world of slice-of-life anime, and the function of this system is to continuously strengthen the character templates the host draws until they become a god or even surpass one.

The host must determine which specific anime world this is. Next, the system will perform a character draw. Once a character is obtained, the host will gain all corresponding abilities. Afterward, the host can sign in every day, with rewards determined by luck.

And the moment he drew Gojo Satoru, he knew he was invincible! A man who could stand at the pinnacle even in the Jujutsu World—he couldn't imagine anything in a slice-of-life world that could stop him.

However, he hadn't let anyone know, nor had he ever displayed such extraordinary abilities in front of others. After all, it would be too boring to just rule over everything before he had finished playing around in this slice-of-life world.

Interrupting these thoughts, he continued to admire the beautiful scenery outside the window while silently chanting in his heart to open his personal panel.

:

Name: Gojo Satoru

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Height: 185cm

Attributes: (Normal human is 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 Specialist, lv3 Professional, lv4 Expert, lv5 World-class)

Cooking lv5, Singing lv5, Writing lv5, Housekeeping lv4, Deduction lv5, Hacking lv5, Basketball lv5, Weapon Master lv5, Piano lv5, Medicine lv5...

Assets: Infinite

That's right, just as expected, he was already invincible in every sense of the word. Even without using his superpowers, he could still crush anyone.

Just as he was lost in thought, the bus stopped. Due to the inertia, a girl stumbled toward him. Seeing the girl lose her balance, he decisively stood up, reached out to steady her, and said softly:

"Are you alright?"

The girl, having steadied herself, was just about to express her gratitude, but when she turned her head, she froze. Standing there was a boy in the same school uniform, yet he was exceptionally tall. He had a fair complexion, delicate skin, a chiseled face, and long, silver-white hair. Strangely, he wore a black blindfold, which made his flowing hair look like a hedgehog's, making one wonder if he could actually see the road.

Just as the girl was stunned, a roar erupted from the front:

"Are you looking for a beating? You actually dared to step on my shoe!"

It turned out that a salaryman had accidentally stepped on the red-haired boy's shoe due to the inertia. The boy had grabbed the man by the collar with his left hand, and the salaryman could only apologize:

"I'm sorry, I was sleepy because I haven't been resting well, and I lost my footing. I'm truly sorry."

But the red-haired boy showed nothing but disdain for the apology:

"Who would believe that? There are so many people here, yet you stepped on me. Did you do it on purpose?"

Hearing this, the salaryman got angry too. He was already annoyed from working overtime every day, and now he was being harassed by this brat, so he retorted directly:

"You were standing right in front of me, who else would I step on if not you? Or is this bus stopping in reverse?"

Hearing this, the red-haired boy raised his right hand, preparing to teach him a lesson, but before the hand could swing down, it was gripped tight.

"That's enough. It was just a small accident, and he already apologized. There's no need to keep pushing it."

Gojo Satoru said this with his left hand in his pocket and his right hand gripping the boy's arm. He had walked over as soon as the dispute started; as someone who enjoyed a good show, he naturally wanted to stand at the best angle to watch. However, seeing the situation escalating, he had to intervene slightly. After all, he had recognized this hot-headed guy as Sudo Ken, who would soon be his classmate. If he let things develop like this, Sudo might end up going home before even enrolling, and the fun he had planned for later wouldn't be able to proceed.

"Who the hell are you?"

Looking at the tall Gojo Satoru, the hot-headed guy didn't appreciate the gesture at all. He let go of the salaryman's collar and prepared to take a swing at the guy in the blindfold. Gojo Satoru didn't bother giving him the chance; he squeezed his right hand slightly.

"Ah!"

Sudo screamed in pain, startling everyone around them. He instinctively grabbed his right hand with his left, his knees buckling involuntarily.

Gojo Satoru, already bored, simply flung his hand away, walked toward the bus door, and said with a smile:

"Learn your lesson. If you start shouting in front of me again, I'll just kill you."

Although the words were spoken with a smile, as if they were merely a joke, they sent a chill through everyone on the bus.

Ignoring their reactions, he stepped off the bus without a second glance.

Sakura Airi only regained her senses after the boy had left, feeling a pang of regret. How rude of me, I forgot to thank him. Who knows when we'll meet again?

Staring at the gate before me, I felt genuine joy. One wife after another is waiting for me. Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, the ideal garden of my dreams.

"Excuse me, are you unable to see the path? Your companion left you behind and ran off, right? That's really cruel."

Fair point. A guy standing at the entrance for so long without moving while wearing a black blindfold would naturally be interpreted that way. Though, she seemed to have forgotten the logical impossibility of someone who couldn't see attending a standard high school.

Having my train of thought interrupted, I looked toward the source of the voice.

!!

Isn't this Handprint Sister, Kushida Kikyo? She was incredibly cute, spoke with such vitality, and gave off the impression of a sunny, beautiful girl. Anyone meeting her for the first time would likely feel a sense of goodwill, but it was a pity that her heart was pitch black.

"No, no, I can see perfectly fine. I was just standing here feeling a bit sentimental," I said, waving my hand.

Even though she was a beautiful girl, her darkness ran too deep. She was the type who would sell her own body to achieve a goal, and I had absolutely no interest in such goods. It was better to head inside and see the girls I actually wanted to pursue.

Watching Gojo Satoru walk away, Kushida kept her smile firmly in place, though she cursed internally, Freak.