"Don't stick your head out."
Treize-kun hid me behind a wooden crate and left. But I'm curious. People are arguing in the street, and I’m interested.
It's a quiet road where you can see the slums. From the side of the wooden crate, I decided to peek out and observe with half of my face showing.
"You bumped into me! Now my clothes are dirty, damn it!"
"Shut up! You ruined my products!"
"Hah! That's just some crappy herb!"
"Haa?! You punk—"
"Whaddya say?!"
"Ya wanna fight?!"
"Bring it on!"Several people, including children, are quarreling. It looks like it's commoners vs. a slum kid and an adult. The commoners have pretty foul mouths.
There's some fresh grass on the ground, so that must be the herb. They're grabbing at each other, but I’m anxious because the herbs might get ruined.
"Hey, you guys, cut it out."
Treize-kun cut in with a low voice. He’s bold, standing up to adults like that—has he become a bit of a delinquent?
"You shitty brat! Get lost!"
"If you’ve got nothing to do with this, back off!"
They snarled at Treize-kun, and the fight turned into a "Ora! Ora! Ora!" kind of brawl. It’s about to turn into a fistfight. The people from the slums are also getting agitated, but first, someone should pick up the herbs! I’m afraid they’ll get trampled.
"Let’s go!"
"Take this!"
"Bring it on!"Smash! Bam! Wham!
Despite my anxiety, the fistfight finally began.
Treize-kun, even though you tried to mediate, it didn’t work. It happens. The delinquents in my previous life were like that too—they never listened.
When I looked for Treize-kun, he was in the middle of the fight too.
"What the…"
And he's not even that strong.
Oh no, he's going to get punched!
Dodge, dodge! Actually, just come back! Oh, see? You dodged just now, so back off... Ah, it's too late.
Why do you look like you're going to fight back?!
I’m on edge, restless. Should I go help? Could I assist? Maybe I could use magic to put everyone to sleep…?
"Officer! Over here!"
"You scoundrels! What are you doing?!"
With a loud whistle, a group of guards ran over. "Oh crap!" someone said, and everyone scattered like spiders.
Even though they were fighting moments ago, their teamwork was on point. The guards chased after them.
The ones left behind were two adults who had been beaten up and Treize-kun. Treize-kun was still standing, so he wasn’t injured, right? "His cheek is hurt!!"
As I hurried to run over, a girl passed me from behind. A girl! Whoa—fast!
"…This— this is terrible..."
The girl who came with the guards collapsed in tears when she saw Treize-kun and the beaten-up men. I quietly approached Treize-kun, who was taken aback by the girl’s sudden crying.
"Hey, I told you to stay hidden."
"But your cheek…"
"It’s nothing. What about you? You must have been scared of all that fighting."
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