A Virgin Civil Servant Is Reincarnated as a Trashy Character in a Otome Game, but Because He Doesn’t Make a Move Despite Being in an Otome Game, the Girls Treat Him Like a High-Class Catch and Aggressively Pursue Him
I return to my room and pick up the sword that Elliott must have used.
“It’s a proper sword. The handle fits my hand well. I must have swung it 1,000, no, 10,000 times every day.”
The handle is stained with blood. Looking closely, I see that my hands are like those of a baseball player, with calluses and hardened skin. This isn’t because of my own swinging. It’s because of the number of times Elliott swung this sword.
“There’s no way I can let all this effort go to waste.”
That’s what I thought when I looked at the sword. When I was training at school, I didn’t want to lose to anyone. I wanted to be stronger than anyone else so that I could protect everyone… I swung my bamboo sword more than anyone else. But I failed. It was meaningless. But in a world where swordsmanship is alive, I can use this sword.
“Elliott… I’m going to borrow your body. I’ll make sure that Elliott won’t be ashamed when he sees this body after I’m gone.”
I strapped a steel sword heavier than a bamboo sword to my waist and headed for the courtyard. For some reason, it felt more natural than when I wasn’t wearing anything. Even though the weight on my waist should have made it difficult to move, I was excited. This body remembers. It remembers the sword, remembers swinging the sword.
I headed for the courtyard, filled with excitement.
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“Thank you for waiting. I’m not sure I’ll be able to satisfy you, but I’ll do my best to be your opponent.”
With that, she took up a sword the same length as mine. I had experience with sword fighting at school, so I knew instinctively that she was also skilled with a sword. I could tell that she was not just a maid.
“By the way, Mary, you’re not wearing the same one as before, are you?”
“Eh!? Did you notice?”
“Well, yeah.”
She had changed from her uniform to her gym clothes. It was obvious, but I had thought it would be fine to stay in her uniform since it was just a light duel.
“But my underwear got wet… I felt uncomfortable wearing it.”
“Huh? Your underwear?”
“Eh, you don’t mean my underwear?”
“I thought you changed your uniform.”
Her stance, which seemed to indicate her experience, had disappeared, and now she looked like a fawn holding a sword.
“Ah Mouu, just cut me down. Let me live out my life here. Come on, hurry up! Hurry up!”
It seemed that she had been damaged even before the battle began. And so had I. I’m sorry, Elliott. I wasted all your efforts. Are you watching, Elliott? Are you watching me now? I’m pathetic, aren’t I? I can’t even stand up straight.
No, wait a minute. If my body remembers the feel of the sword and gets excited, then is this excitement… Did Elliott think about this and end up like this? Is that right, Elliott? Answer me.
Elliott… were you a “holy knight”?
After repeating this for several tens of minutes in the courtyard, we finally headed for the official duel.