I’ll Live My Second Life!

Someone......

Someone has to do something......

Um... little devil...

The boy thought.

We need to do something...

He is a mediocre boy with no particular characteristics among the apprentice knights belonging to the northern quarters.

The study grades are below inside, the mock battles are above inside, the family is not noble but a wealthy lineage there, and my father works as a civilian in the kingdom or something. I have many and few friends, not that I have a wide face, but I have regular friends and best friends.

Very ordinary boy.

So even if there ever was a face to the story after this, its existence would be buried among a large number of others. Therefore, there is no particular point in remembering the name.

But it's also inconvenient not to have a name more than appears in this story, so let's call it Ius (tentative).

Ius (tentatively) thought. We need to do something about this critical situation we visited in our northern quarters......

In the dining room of the northern quarters, the same usually unnamed boys as him hang out in front of them.

Boys who are usually casually talking silly there, but that look was full of bitterness today.

Written on the paper they are looking at is a ranking table of masculinity rankings, one of their most important events.

At that event, which was five days away from settlement, the points were tallied and the ranked paper was sticking out every day.

"Goddamn it! The point is frightening again!

"Is the reason field blank again..."

"Hey, you! Why did you let me in!

"Oh, that's..."

"Well, it's not a good idea to blame the guy who let you in. We should all be under the same circumstances."

There was some disturbing air between the boys.

Each other stares at each other with tingly, swordswallowing light.

What they see with such a reluctant look is a name that tentatively ranks second at present. It is the name of one boy belonging to this northern quarters.

Under Ius (tentatively) a boy walked out of the group and whispered in his ear.

"Difference clogged again"

"How many points...?

"320 points."

"Deadline is 780 points away..."

He's Ius' best friend, and he's an equally individualistic boy.

Since there are no plans to appear in future stories, we shall call them Lutus (tentative).

Ius (tentative) and Lutus (tentative) exchanged words in a whisper so that they would not be heard around.

This is the only way. In this situation...... Not everyone can be trusted.

"The difference is getting clogged. If he doesn't, he's going to win."

A voice of anxiety leaked out of the mouths of the boys talking in the dining room.

Plus a boy sitting across the street from me gives it back with a face that looks anxious but would still be fine.

"No, but you're still okay, aren't you? There's still more than 3,000 points between you and Zelius."

The current ranking of masculinity ranked Zerius first with 7460 points and the boy in question second with 4320 points. Looks like there's still quite a difference.

But the boys' faces weren't bright.

"No, Couinu is extending the point considerably this time"

"Oh, you've grown a lot of points in the Northeast vs. Swordsmanship game. I let you in, too."

"The current Couinu points are 4th with 2360 points. I'm going to let him punch all those points into me on his last day and roll Zelius around. Thinking about it, he's got 6680 points."

"Ha?! You want me to transfer them all?

"You're not manly because how much cousin can't go against him!

They've finally noticed, too. to have little respite anymore.

In the rankings competing for masculinity, no way an unmasculine act is getting the point. And no matter what their existence thinks, they're coming for victory.

That was a nightmare for the participants in the masculinity rankings set up to go for the masculine man.

And the boys were remembering what happened two days before that began.

"Prefect?"

"What's that?"

Winning the Northeast vs. Swordsmanship match, the launch was also exciting yesterday, and a blonde little boy said that in front of the boys in the north quarters who were kind of a fun mood.

In his hands there was a book that no one had ever seen through the northward dormitory rule.

The boy, who spoke to everyone while putting the book overhead, says in a nostalgic, bright voice as usual.

"It's about voluntarily controlling the wind discipline in the dorm. They said it was a dorm system, but it's like everyone didn't know and didn't decide. The role is to be careful where everyone's lives are disturbed."

"Uh, I don't need that."

The existence of controlling the wind discipline for the boys is just a smoke I don't even want to see.

There was no way he looked good in the boy's words when he said he wanted to decide on the prefect.

But the boy laughs with a gentle smile and tells everyone.

"Really? You may not like it when you think it's going to be controlled, but on the contrary, you can think of it in a way that says it's voluntarily controlled, which makes the restrictions loose from around. Especially lately, it's been a little too much because I've been happy, and maybe he's been molested by someone up there.

People in the north quarters will change, and if they think they like it on behalf of tough people, they might tend to restrict a lot of things, right?

So just lightly dressed, but I think you should make one of those. Rather, it may be easier to behave freely in the future.

It's only us apprentice knights who control it. "

That said, the boy has a naughty grin and lets everyone wink.

The words seemed theoretical and certainly profitable to ourselves.

"That's why me and Cousin will try it lightly first. Why don't you let me try?

The boy punches that little breast with a pound of confidence.

The boys just think a little bit about the trick.

It does seem like a very good idea if you can avoid the risk of getting angry from above to the extent that you pay attention to each other on a voluntary basis. More importantly, as I said in person, the proposed Heath is one of our own. I wouldn't do anything wrong.

That's what the boys thought.

"Then those in favor of me and Cousin taking up the position of Prefect can just applaud and vote. If you are more than a majority, you will be trusted."

The apprentice knights applauded the suggestion, which was cut out in an atmosphere like a light story before the meal, with a light feeling.

"All right, guys, I agree with you! Thank you! I'll just start working on Kazaki tomorrow and make a record that I can report to the people above."

"Ooh!

"Hang in there!

The boys cheered lightly for it.

Without realizing that what I just did was a contract with the devil.