Watching Utaha Kasumigaoka wave, the melancholy Sogo-san smiled.
Look what he'd found: a lonely, interesting play—cough, cough—soul.
As the saying went, beautiful appearances were easy to come by, but captivating souls were rare. Utaha Kasumigaoka clearly belonged to the latter, though she also had a beautiful appearance.
Her long, straight black hair gave her the perfect look of an Asian woman. Her wine-red eyes made people want to protect her, and on top of that, she had a figure far beyond her years and a pair of long, straight legs—
Such sculpted perfection was bound to make men admire her and women envy her.
Only a person who'd grown up in that kind of environment and stayed true to herself could have such a noble soul.
It seemed there was more fun to be had...
Sogo Doma always fell into melancholy now and then.
The first time he was beaten into the hospital, he grew melancholy.
The second time he lay in a hospital bed, he grew melancholy.
The third time he was put under house arrest, he grew melancholy.
He was always so melancholy, it made people's hearts ache.
Fortunately,
Sogo Doma was good at managing his emotions. He could always find some fun for himself.
The first time he was hospitalized, he noticed that the nurse and the doctor seemed to have feelings for each other. Back then, an innocent child like him never aroused suspicion.
"Nurse, are you going home with Doctor Kenta?"
"No, we..."
"Why not?" Sogo Doma looked utterly innocent. "Mom said, 'Boys and girls who get along well will end up living together.' Did Mom lie to me?" His childlike face wore a betrayed expression.
However,
the truth was that by the time he regained consciousness, his mother in this life was already gone. Unlike those transmigrators weighed down by bitter grudges, Sogo Doma had a way to bring his mother back. He just didn't dare use it.
Take a look at the skill list:
Medical Skill LV6 (1/9999999): Bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bare bones. As long as someone still has a breath left, you can snatch them back from the hands of the Grim Reaper.
A transmigration perk. Pretty amazing, right?
But the next level was even more incredible:
Medical Skill LV7—As long as a single cell remains, you can bring someone back to life. But who will that person be after their resurrection? That's the question! A soul that has experienced life's first beginning—will it still be the same person? Heh heh heh...
Heh heh hahahaha... Reading the description in the skill list, Sogo Doma laughed. A soul that had experienced life's first beginning—would it still be the same person?
Just like Sogo Doma himself. If he hadn't been protected by his cheat, his personality would probably have been destroyed by that baptism at the beginning of life.
Leaving that aside,
the nurse looked at Sogo Doma's innocent face and opened her mouth, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything more. Perhaps she felt that children shouldn't know about the filthy adult world.
Then,
it was the doctor's turn.
"Uncle Doctor, you and..."
In fact, no one knew what Sogo had said to the doctor that day. All they knew was that when the doctor came out, he clenched his fists.
Right afterward, he hurried over to the nurse. "Yumiko, I... I've made up my mind."
"Clatter!"
The nurse, holding the medicine, covered her mouth in disbelief. The medicine in her hands fell to the ground and broke.
"Yumiko, I... Even though I only got to work here as a doctor because of Saya, I... I can't hold it in anymore. I love you."
"Doctor Kenta."
"Yumiko, come with me..." The doctor grabbed the nurse's hand.
"Wh-where are we going?"
"I don't know, but I know we just have to run. Yumiko, I won't let you go again."
"Doctor Kenta..."
—
"By the way, when's my anti-inflammatory medicine coming? The nurse dropped something. I hope that wasn't mine." Watching Doctor Kenta and the nurse interact, Sogo Doma felt bored. After a while, when he saw the empty medicine bottle, he wondered if he'd somehow gotten himself into trouble again.
Hmm!
He'd taken the joke too far!
Sogo Doma was very good at getting himself into trouble.
Leaving that aside, for now,
looking at Utaha Kasumigaoka holding a piece of bread, Sogo Doma felt there was more fun to be had.
"Thump!"
He rolled over and jumped from the rooftop onto the terrace.
"Ohayou, Teacher Utako Kasumi!"
"Ohayo... Please, it's already noon. Also, Sadist-kun, don't you know we're classmates?" Utaha Kasumigaoka rolled her eyes.
"Hmm!" Sogo Doma stroked his chin and thought for twenty seconds. "Senpai, kouhai, or..."
"We're in the same class!" Utaha Kasumigaoka snapped, cutting him off. "You never even look at the class list..."
Put more tactfully—or, to put it another way, at the grade sheets: when some people transferred schools, they'd check the best and worst grades in the class, whether as a reference or to get to know people. Either way, it was an important source of information.
Of course, "getting to know people" didn't mean making friends. Japan had a strange social scene: if no one introduced you, you'd never get into someone else's little circle.
And,
those little circles were divided into ranks and didn't care much for personal feelings. If the Celestial Empire embedded its systems in human relationships, then Japan seemed full of warm human feeling, but naturally divided people into ranks before putting them under a system. It called itself democratic, but was really feudal, with its hierarchy of status.
"I see. So it works like that," Sogo Doma said, smacking his fist into his palm.
"Honestly!" Utaha Kasumigaoka sighed. "Are you some kind of antique?"
As she spoke, she seemed to remember something.
"Oh, right, the bread..."
Sogo Doma: "Sorry, I can't help you."
"Huh?" This was Utaha Kasumigaoka's first time bringing someone lunch. If it had been anyone else, they would've at least taken a couple of bites, wouldn't they?
"Because I'm a lunchbox guy." Sogo Doma reached behind him and pulled out an oversized custom-made lunchbox.
Utaha Kasumigaoka: "..."
She suddenly really wanted to punch him. What should she do?
"Your little sister made your lunch?" From their conversation the day before, Utaha Kasumigaoka knew that Sogo Doma had a younger sister.
Sogo Doma: "Hmm..."
He tilted his head and thought about it.
"If this was made by my stupid Imouto, I'd rather eat the pineapple bread you brought."
Utaha Kasumigaoka: "..."
Hey, hey, couldn't you have kept that thought to yourself? Your little sister might cry if she heard you...
Reaching behind him again, Sogo Doma pulled out a lunchbox wrapped in cloth.
"Ta-da-da-da..." Sogo Doma provided his own sound effects.
When he unwrapped it, a luxurious lunchbox appeared before Utaha Kasumigaoka's eyes.
"Sogo Doma's special: if it fits inside, it's lunch. Lunchbox rice."
Utaha Kasumigaoka: "Is this chuunibyou?"
But before she could say anything, Sogo Doma had already lifted the lid.
In an instant,
an appetizing aroma wafted out of the lunchbox and filled the entire terrace.
"Huff, huff—"
Utaha Kasumigaoka took two deep breaths, and felt her appetite awaken.
It smells amazing!
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