Rimuru go to Japan for fun

Ultimate chunnibuoy cried chapter 7

As Rimuru stepped onto the stage, fully adorned in his elaborate dark robes, a billowing cape, and enough silver accessories to rival any fantasy villain, he was ready to dominate the cosplayer competition. He styled himself as the "Prince of Darkness," the crowd clearly taken by his flair and charisma. Rimuru’s entrance was met with applause and scattered cheers as he struck dramatic poses, casting smoldering glances toward the audience, his deep voice booming with the words, “Bow before my unrivaled might!”

The performance was everything he had hoped it would be suave, dramatic, and filled with grandiose speeches about his "unimaginable power." But as he twirled his cape and made exaggerated gestures, the whispers from the crowd began to reach his ears.

"Check out the ultimate chunnibyou, going all out!" someone snickered.

"He’s really committing to the role, huh?" another laughed.

At first, Rimuru tried to shrug it off, waving a dismissive hand as if the comments didn't bother him. But then, in the midst of his final flourish a grand, sweeping bow a small child’s voice pierced through the crowd, pure and innocent: “Look, Mommy! That’s the ultimate chunnibyou!”

Rimuru froze mid-bow, his eyes widening as his body stiffened. A moment passed, and without warning, he straightened up, his lip trembling as his emotions bubbled to the surface. Tears welled up in his eyes, and to the shock of everyone, he burst into a high-pitched sob.

"I-I’m not a chunnibyou!" Rimuru cried, his voice wobbling as he tried to defend himself. “Why is everyone so mean?!”

The audience gasped, taken aback by the sudden emotional shift. A few people in the front rows awkwardly clapped, unsure how to respond. Rimuru, however, wasn’t done. He wiped at his eyes with the sleeve of his elaborate costume, his crying now accompanied by hiccups.

“I'm doing my best out here! I even practiced those poses for hours!” he whined, his face crumpling as tears continued to flow. "And all you do is laugh at me… It’s not fair!"

A tissue appeared from a kind fellow cosplayer, who leaned over to hand it to him with a supportive smile. Rimuru took it, dabbing at his eyes pathetically, his lower lip trembling dramatically.

“Hey, don’t cry,” the cosplayer said gently. “Everyone’s just having fun.”

But Rimuru pouted even harder, his voice breaking with another sob. “Fun? Fun?! They’re all calling me a chunnibyou! I’m not a chunnibyou!”

The crowd, at this point, had shifted from stunned silence to laughing again soft, endearing laughter. Some "aww"s echoed from the back as Rimuru continued to wipe away his tears, but no matter how hard he tried, his sobs kept coming.

Meanwhile, sitting off to the side, a young girl with silver hair and a fierce expression Hinata Sakaguchi watched the spectacle with growing irritation. She didn't know Rimuru personally, but for some reason, his overly dramatic whining grated on her nerves. She narrowed her eyes, feeling a strange, unexplained connection to this embarrassing mess of a person on stage.

"Why does he seem so... familiar?" Hinata muttered under her breath, tapping her foot impatiently. She couldn't shake the feeling that she'd encountered this kind of over-the-top, ridiculous behavior before, but she couldn’t place it. And it annoyed her.

“He’s so loud,” she grumbled, crossing her arms tightly. The more Rimuru whined on stage, the more Hinata’s irritation grew. Why is he acting like that? Can’t he just stop being such a crybaby?

Up on stage, Rimuru’s sobs had finally started to quiet down, though his nose was still red, and his eyes were puffy. The crowd had warmed to him, laughing more out of affection than mockery now. A few people cheered, encouraging him, and one or two shouted, “You’re the best, Rimuru!”

With one last sniffle, Rimuru glanced around, seeing the smiles and hearing the applause. His lip stopped trembling, and he took a deep, dramatic breath.

“Okay… okay,” he muttered, his voice shaky but gaining strength. “You win. Maybe I am a little bit of a chunnibyou…” He paused dramatically. “But that’s what makes life interesting, right?”

The crowd erupted into cheers, laughing and clapping as Rimuru, now back in his element, raised his arms triumphantly. “And as the Prince of Darkness,” he added, recovering his dramatic flair, “I shall embrace this title with dignity!”

The audience went wild, some even shouting, “Long live the Prince of Darkness!”

Offstage, Hinata rolled her eyes, letting out an irritated huff. "This guy's ridiculous!" she thought, but no matter how annoyed she felt, she couldn’t help but feel that strange familiarity linger. Who is this guy, and why does his whiny face get under my skin so much?

As Rimuru basked in the audience’s adoration, Hinata stood up, unable to watch anymore. She muttered under her breath, “If I ever find out how I know this idiot, I’ll make sure he never whines like that again…”

For now, though, Rimuru had won over the crowd if not through sheer performance, then definitely through his endearing, over-the-top emotions. And, in his own way, he had proven himself the best… even if it wasn’t quite how he had planned.