Consequence of Power - Modern Weapons Cheat In Another World Kai

What do you mean I'm not dead-dead?

There's nothing satisfying about a good passing grade when you have higher ambitions. But it wouldn't do you good to let it be the prelude of a stomach-twisting groan that'd placebo into a brain-busting exhaustion leading straight to bed without dinner first.

So Nagato Kazuya stopped thinking about it and stuffed the results into his satchel. With his wristwatch at sixteen hundred hours, the Westminster chime filled the building with life. The class rose and bowed their sensei farewell for the day. He was out of the room second to Sensei and covered more ground until the neighboring classes crammed the hallway.

Kazuya clocked a minute and two seconds from the classroom door to his shoe rack. He has to be better; He must be better. As he finished the last knot, someone slapped and grappled his shoulder. He turned and caught the eyeglasses reflecting the setting sun before making up the class rep's face.

"Hey, Kazuya. A couple of us are headed to the karaoke to celebrate—was hoping you wouldn't flake out on us this time."

Kazuya forced a smile and sank his shoulders. "Is that so? Sorry, but I already made some plans for the evening."

Sealing it with a nervous laugh, his classmate hid a sulk. "Shame. I'll see you around then."

He waved. "Have fun."

The class rep turned his back, and Kazuya dropped his smile. Sometimes he wished he had the uptight girl from school mangas as the class representative. But he had to appreciate the guy. He saw an otaku and wanted to leave no man behind. Kazuya's mistake was telling his plans.

Not everyone is inclined to consider rising tensions in the Indo-Pacific region, the policy trajectory of parliament, and recruitment issues can pave an attractive career path and benefits in the JSDF. More if enrolling in the National Defense Academy.

Thus, he was that 'weirdo' when Kazuya would probably have a driver's license first than anyone, a perk for someone considering a trade. Everything going digital just means increased opportunities.

The usual friend groups left the gates, already discussing what to order to celebrate the exam results, while others looked down in defeat. He joined the latter group toward the subway and rendezvoused with a defeated Shy Polytechnic Otaku Glasses Guy and Green Yamato Middle-class Nadeshiko from cram school along the way.

Just us today, huh?

Kazuya rechecked his watch. If he picked up the pace, he could squeeze a few minutes in a convenience store and get some downtime before the train arrives. And so he did that, kiting between passersby, squeezing through, and leveraging his toes.

"Ah!"

Kazuya's foot landed squarely on the back of someone's shoe, again. The rubber sole folded with a crunch Her heel slipped free, and before he could stop, he bumped into her shoulder, sending her phone slipping away from her hand and hitting the pavement with a sharp crack.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry," Kazuya stammered, reaching for it.

Before he could grab it, a hand yanked at his collar, lifting him forward. The flash of gold chains and glinting dangling earrings dazzled in the sunlight accentuating the spray-tanned skin save for the fake eyelashes, heavy makeup, and lipstick.

"Watch where you're going, you pervert!" she growled.

"Y-yes."

Kazuya raised his hands. The more a person loses control, the less they hear your word, and the more they react to your body language. Dealing with a gyaru with a personality appropriate to societal expectations was already a chore. He allowed a few more seconds of silence for her reflection, provided she was humble enough.