Yes, everything started to go amiss because of what Kusaka said.
No, I wasnât excluded from the class because of my failed self-introduction. Probably.
Otherwise, I canât recover.
That, âBoyâs Day Celebrationâs Rising Carpâ is my nickname.
Itâs an unpleasant-sounding word.
I was involved in pointless disputes, and people avoided me. Anyways, nothing good came of it.
I was first called by that name three years ago.
May 5th, when I was in my second year of middle school. It was exactly during the Boyâs Day Celebration, Childrenâs Day.
It was around the time when my bad reputation from elementary school began to spread and impressions of me in the neighborhood gradually got worse.
Because of Shouheiâs pestering, I helped out with a neighborhood association event called âChildrenâs Day Bazaarâ.
It wasnât a particularly big event.
It was where they brought in unused items for sale using the national holiday, Childrenâs Day, as a pretext.
It was mainly about the carp streamers and serving Kashiwamochi or Chimaki .
It is a light and cozy event where children from the nursery school and kindergarten in the neighborhood make carp streamers by themselves, and the seniors decorate the park, playing pop music and playing together.
The Kazamachi family also took about a week to prepare. Although my father couldnât attend because of work, he enjoyed the event by making a carp streamer and a newspaper helmet with Shouhei.
On the day of the event, Shouhei looked embarrassed, but he was having a lot of fun together with his friends at school, and I remember I was happy seeing that.
The newspaper helmet made for Shouhei was very well received, and all the other children wanted one as well.
The incident happened at that time.
A group of drunk delinquents suddenly barged into the venue.
The venue was filled with a dark mood, with them picking fights with customers, hitting on girls, and shouting abuse at the parents.
I walked around the venue trying to evacuate the small children and heard a girl crying.
A cute girl with chestnut-colored hair, about the same age as Shouhei, had her carp streamer trampled on by one of the delinquents.
I hurriedly rushed over and picked up the girl, and opposed the delinquent.
It would have been nice if I stopped here.
âAdults should act their age and donât snatch childrenâs things!â
Iâm sure I said something like that.
At that time, I was taller than a typical middle school student and often seen as much older.
âHaaah!? Which high school are you from!? Who the hell do you think you are!!â
And with those third-rate villainous remarks, the delinquents began to gather in the surroundings and started to pick a fight.
I was seething with anger, so I entrusted the girl to a nearby adult and bought the fight at a splendidly cheap price.
It propagated through the delinquent network, at first there were about 7 people then eventually grew up to about 15 people.
I immediately realized the disadvantage I had due to their numbers, so I used the nearby metal pole with the carp streamers as a weapon.
My bad habit exploded here.
Yes, I went overboard.
âApologize to the children!â
âS-sorry! Iâm so sorry!â
I beat the fallen delinquents until they couldnât stand, chased them away until they cried, and even stomped on the ones that lowered their heads.
The children saw the scene and cried, and because of that voice, I finally realized that I had made a mess of things.
What remained was a group of sobbing delinquents, and the carp streamers and I, which were both stained with my blood and the blood of the delinquents.
It was a painting of Hell. Probably traumatic.
Shouhei sighed with astonishment when he saw me, and the adults hid their children behind their backs.
And like that, a demon called âBoyâs Day Celebrationâs Rising Carpâ was born.
The infamy quickly spread to the bad guys in the vicinity, and fights with people who were prideful of their own strength or seniors who didnât like that name and the like began.
I was surrounded with attacks, ambushes, threats, blackmails, and extortion.
That was before I moved, and I could finally relax because I came to a place where I people didnât know about my nickname, but this bastardâŠ
âWhatâs wrong? Aniki.â
â⊠nothing, ya goddamn idiot.â
I opened the bento Shouhei made and ate it sitting on an unpopular bench next to the school building.
Itâs a place where there isnât much sunlight.
It was the gap between the club building and the school building. The asphalt was not leveled well, and it is dusty.
If you were to ask why I was having lunch in such a terrible place, it was mainly because of Kusaka, who was currently opening a fancy pink lunch box in front of me.
The day after I introduced myself, he asked me with gleaming eyes, âPlease make me your underling!â
I firmly refused, but he did not give up, and at the beginning of this month, I donât know what he was thinking but he dyed his hair blond and flabbergasted everyone.
From last week onward, he started styling his hair into a pompadour, modified the school uniform, and even wore baggy delinquent pants.
Heâs completely treating me as a delinquentâŠ
The girl I helped that day seemed to be this guyâs younger sister, and it seems Kusaka was also there.
âEven though Hina was crying, I couldnât do anything, but you helped. The big brother who appeared at that time was a great man! Iâve always been thinking that I should be a man who is just and strong like him! And then Aniki transferred to this school! This is a chance! Aniki! Please, make me a righteous villain!â
âI ainât a villain, and I donât understand the meaning of a righteous villain, so stop coming here.â
âUsu!â
âStop saying that! Do you really understand!â
We continue having that kind of back and forth. If itâs just willpower, this guyâs definitely better than me.
Many classmates were worried about Kusaka who was aiming to be a ârighteous villainâ.
During this time, Lina, the catgirl with glasses, Kusakaâs childhood friend, the class chairman, shouted at me with a red face while trembling, âDonât drag Makio-kun down a bad path!
Kusaka seems to be a mascot for the entire grade, not just the class, and alas, I was established as someone who was a bad influence on Maki-chan.
The boys in the class were afraid and didnât approach, and the girls turned a cold shoulder adding insult to injury.
If I ate lunch in the classroom with Kusaka, who hangs around me all the time, I wouldnât be able to stand the gazes.
Apparently, the name âRising carpâ was even well known in this town, they didnât know my appearance but knew about my wrongdoings.
âAniki, thereâs cheese in todayâs tamagoyaki.â
âYupâ
âTodayâs lunch was made by Hina.â
âYupâ
âSo, which high school are we gonna attack first?â
âYupâ
âIsnât manufacturing famous around here? Iâve heard that thereâs an amazing number of delinquents.â
âYupâ
âAre you listening?â
âIâm not.â
Iâve had enough of this.
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Ah, I want to go home early and play with the twins.
There was no hope for school anymore, and I canât relax at home because of Aoi.