Episode 52 – A Day Out with the Serizawa Family


Mob Character Reincarnation Loner: As a Result of Supporting the Heroine Who Had Been Rejected, I Ended up Being the Recipient of Her Heavy Emotions…


“Poop!!!”

โ€œOh, it says the โ€˜Cry of Literatureโ€™ is on par with Big Ben.โ€

I was currently at the Poop Museum with the Serizawa family.

Why on earth did this happenโ€ฆ I have no idea.

This is a place where both adults and kids can have fun with their bodiesโ€”playing games and taking photosโ€”like collecting โ€œmy poopโ€ from colorful toilets, stepping on poop, throwing poop, catching poop, and screaming at the top of your lungs.

By the way, since itโ€™s summer vacation right now, they seem to be holding an event called the โ€œSummer Poop Festival.โ€

The catchphrase is โ€œWasshoi Poop.โ€ใ€€

โ€œWow, Dad, youโ€™re amazing! They said your scream was Skytree-level loud!โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆHmph.โ€

Serizawa Dad smiles with a slightly smug look at Misuzu, whose eyes are sparkling.

โ€ฆAll things considered, Serizawa Dad is having fun too, isnโ€™t he?

โ€œHehe, he was looking forward to this too, after allโ€ฆ right? Poke poke.โ€

โ€œUm, please stop poking me with that poop stickโ€ฆโ€

Sanae-san speaks up from the side, smiling somewhat happily.

And then she pokes me with a green poop stick.

โ€œBungaku, Bungaku. Did you hear my scream? They said it was chicken-level.โ€

โ€œEh, thatโ€™s just pathetic.โ€

I dodge Serizawa-san, who puffs out her cheeks and pokes me with her light blue poop stick, as we head to the next corner.

Weโ€™ve arrived at the Colorful Poop Corner.

To put it simply, itโ€™s a compatibility test-style corner where you can see how well the two of you match.

โ€œAh, actually, this is the one I wanted to try the most. Bungaku, hurry up, hurry up.โ€

โ€œYeah, yeahโ€ฆโ€

We stuck our โ€œmy poop sticksโ€ into the slot, and the many poops in front of us lit up.

Wow, thatโ€™s quite a flashy effect.

โ€œWhoa, itโ€™s glowing in a heart shape. Bungaku, what on earth is this?โ€

โ€œUm, it says itโ€™s a โ€˜Miracle Poop Heart.โ€™ Apparently, our poop compatibility rate is 150%.โ€

โ€œHehe. Our compatibility is off the charts.โ€

Misuzu is happily taking a picture of the heart with her phone.

Thereโ€™s something funny about that sight, and I kind of like it, so I take a picture of her with my phone.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆHmm, hmm. Even though sheโ€™s my own daughter, she really makes for a pretty picture.โ€

โ€œWaaah!!โ€

My heart skips a beat when Sanae-san suddenly pops up from behind me.

โ€œHehe. Bungaku. What a cute reaction.โ€

โ€œUm, this isโ€ฆ wellโ€ฆโ€

Just as I was thinking of how to explain taking a picture of Misuzu, she looked at her with a gentle expression.

โ€œSeeing her having so much fun like that. Itโ€™s been a whileโ€ฆ Thank you, Bungaku.โ€

โ€œHuh? No, I didnโ€™t do anythingโ€ฆ Besides, sheโ€™s always like that at school, isnโ€™t she?โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s because youโ€™re there, isnโ€™t it?ใ€€It was great that she made friends who looked out for her after she started high school, but there wasnโ€™t anyone like you who actually enjoyed things with herโ€ฆโ€

I think I sort of get what Sanae is trying to say.

Itโ€™s true that Hiyori and Tsukimi-san are there to look out for Misuzu as friends, but they arenโ€™t the kind of people who enjoy all sorts of things together with her as partnersโ€ฆ

โ€œWell, sheโ€™s a weirdo just like me. Iโ€™m just grateful she has friends at all. Even more so compared to when we were in middle schoolโ€ฆ you know?”

Sanae smiled a little awkwardly.

The loneliness and alienation that come with being free-spiritedโ€ฆ Misuzu must have gone through a lot back in middle school, too.

โ€œThatโ€™s why Iโ€™m glad a cool guy like you became her โ€˜fake boyfriendโ€™.โ€

โ€œNoโ€ฆ I didnโ€™tโ€ฆ Wait, what?โ€

Wait, Sanae san. What did you just say?

โ€œBungaku~ Mama~ Weโ€™re going to buy souvenirs for everyoneโ€”hurry, hurry!โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s what she said, Bungaku.โ€

โ€œEh, eh. Wait a secโ€ฆ Sanae san!?โ€

Unable to process Sanaeโ€™s words, I chased after her as she headed toward the souvenir shop without even looking back at me.


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