Translator: Tsukii
Editor: Lilia
Read at Watashi wa Sugoi Desu!
Chapter 62 – Haruto Obtained a Prototype Equipment 1
The doujinshi was progressing well.
“I think we’ve made more than 50% progress ♡ We’re just about halfway through～♡”
Kuyumi, who wore a suit, pushed her glasses up her nose.
The binder in her hand contained a progress management table printed using magic power.
If one submitted the doujinshi manuscript to a printing shop, it would be printed by an output machine that used magic power.
When I asked Kuyumi about the number of copies, she said, “Ideally speaking… it should be around 100,000 copies♡”
Was this book a bestseller?
First and foremost, we didn’t have the money to print 100,000 copies.
Although the vice-principal had told me that I could use a certain amount of budget since it was considered an educational activity, I had no choice but to make up the missing amount with my personal money.
Well, it wasn’t like I was dirt poor, but I didn’t have the luxury of casually spending the money to print 100,000 copies. It was just plain impossible.
It wasn’t like I made any profit during my adventurer days, and there was no concept of patents in this world. 2
Seriously, my savings were just a little more than the average person’s.
When I told Kuyumi, she leaked that information to the vice-principal, and the budget was expanded in response. Thus, it was decided to print 100,000 copies.
Seriously, was this a bestseller book?
“I’m starting to get nervous… Won’t we die preparing this much stock? Where are we going to store them, seriously…”
“It’ll be fine ♡”
“No, it’s really dangerous to prepare something like this in such a huge quantity without any basis. There’s also the capacity of the venue. I often sa…… I mean, think many people died because of their haphazard planning, right?”
“It’ll be fine ♡”
Kuyumi didn’t listen to my opinion and just repeated the same words perfunctorily.
It was as if my words weren’t worth considering at all.
“After we calculated the profit from selling all the books, we were also scared…”
“We can’t help but think that we might be actually doing something outrageous.”
Now that the number of copies had been determined, it seemed that Kuyumi had come up with a rough estimate of expenses and sales, with Erin and Sharon shaking when they saw the results.
It seemed there were absurd numbers.
“Well, I guess we should take a break until those two accept reality～♡”
“A-aah… is the amount that amazing…?”
“If the sales could be used for school facilities, we could build a building ♡”
“It’s that much?!”
“It’s that much～♡”
As I stood straight, Kuyumi poked my cheek.
“Now you can judge the value more objectively, sensei ♡”
“Y-yes…”
It made me weak when she said that.
That Aias bastard told me to either develop objective cognitive abilities or, if I didn’t have such intentions, to acquire the recklessness to just rush forward.
“Sensei might be someone who would sacrifice his life for the sake of his precious students or the world, but Kuyumi-chan and others won’t feel happy about that at all, so please think of a way to make it through to the end～♡”
“Why did you suddenly jump to the heart of matter?”
I remembered that the Magician also told me the exact same thing.
Just how much did I make people worry about me? They should know that I wouldn’t be so reckless unless the situation demanded it.
“Teach’, I’d like to take a break~”
“Can we proceed to lunch ahead of time?”
While I was talking to Kuyumi, Erin and Sharon, who looked pale, called out to me.
It seemed that they thought so much about money that it took a toll on their bodies.
“O-ouh, take care…”
The two quickly left the hallway to calm themselves.
Seriously, how much was the exact amount? It made me curious.
“Don’t you need to go on a break, Kuyumi?”
“U~hn… I’d rather talk with sensei ♡ I wonder how sensei sees monsters~ something like that?”
What was with that Zen-like question?
Monsters just appear as they are in front of me…? No, why did my answer also sound Zen-like?
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After spending some time in an interview with Kuyumi’s Zen-like questions, this happened.
“Hey hey Teach’! What is this~?!”
Erin and Sharon hurried back to the classroom.
For some reason, Erin’s eyes sparkled as she held a large sword.
“This is…!”
My eyes widened involuntarily.
It was beyond familiar to me.
It was something I made with my classmates when I was a student at this school.
No, rather than making it together with them, they used data they had collected about me and made this on their own.
“For some reason, we entered a warehouse..? It was so spacious and there’s this sword on display.” 3
“That was definitely a secret room… does sensei know something about it?”
“……That’s a secret base built by my best friend.”
I picked up the sword Erin brought.
It was something created by those four pouring their hobbies, top-grade techniques, and magic together── an object that could be called a “pseudo holy sword.”
“It’s called Prototype Number 5. It seems their initial objective was to create something that surpassed the holy sword passed down through generations in my family.”
“Can Teach’ use it?”
“It was created based on that assumption.”
I activated [Salvation Device (Fake)] with an omitted chant.
The light from the Hero’s Sword flowed into the pseudo holy sword.
The change was dramatic── rays of light were emitted from the nozzles placed in various parts of the sword and extended in various directions.
“Fueehh?!”
“W-what is this…?!”
“Uwaahh…………”
The countless lines that bundled together the hero’s light soared as if they had will on their own.
I could control them as I wanted. There was also autopilot mode. I didn’t want to use it since it was faster to do it personally.
This “whip mode” something that Aias described as, “Now that we see the actual product, this looks like those tentacles that violate women (LOL),” which caused the other four to beat him up until his face changed shape.
This thing was really versatile, though.
“Why is the hero beam bending around so fast?!”
“Hahahahahahah.”
In front of me, Erin screamed in front of the tentacle of light… ah no, it wasn’t a tentacle. It was a whip that I manipulated freely.
“This sword was intended to provide greater usability of the hero’s beam. The goal was a sword that specialized in ‘accumulating and emitting the hero’s light’, so it seems they tried to approach it from a different angle.”
The whip of light vibrated swiftly.
No matter how I saw it, it was definitely a weapon used against villains.
“It’s certainly amazing, but… why didn’t you take it with you? Back when you graduated.”
“I thought it’d be a good idea to put it on display as a commemoration. It’s something memorable after all.”
I didn’t wish to use it.
It was a cherished object that symbolized the days when I used the power of the Hero for fun.
That was why the five of us hid it in that secret base.
“But this sword seems to have some unused mechanism~?”
“In addition to this, there’s also a mechanism to give the hero’s beam amorphous output, give it directionality, radiate the light, and convert them into thrust, the so-called High-Mobility Haruto Mode.”
“High-Mobility???”
Kuyumi responded with an expression like a cat with a Flehmen response. 4
Well, of course it sounded incomprehensible.
I almost lost my consciousness when I first activated High-Mobility Haruto Mode, so I never tried it again.
My classmates looked very happy when they saw me flying in that mode… but now that I thought about it calmly, they were just enjoying the attraction!!
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“And so, a dangerous item came out.”
After sending the students back, I showed Prototype Number 5 to the vice principal.
It was a mystery how Erin and Sharon managed to enter the secret base to begin with… but it was Aias after all, so I guess he didn’t limit it to just five of us, but to anyone young and talented enough.
Basically, he wanted to look cool to the next generation who entered the school.
I guess it was an idea worthy of a fake flirt like him.
Back in my student days, one of my male classmates was a real, natural flirt, so Aias was stubbornly trying to compete. I never saw Aias win against him in that regard, though.
“What should we do with this? It’s dangerous depending on how one uses it, so should we seal it?”
“Isn’t it okay for you to use it?”
My eyes widened at the vice principal’s words.
“At that time, you guys… said you could come and get this someday and use it.”
“Eh, did you see us hiding them?”
“I knew about all the secret bases. You all sure had a lot of free time to create seven of them.”
“…………”
I had no way to reply, so I chose to stay silent.
Or rather, what did she mean by seven? There were some I didn’t know of then.
“It’s indeed necessary to keep memories as memories to preserve their beauty… but you guys are still too young for that. So why don’t you use it to whack the guy’s face with all you got when you meet him?”
“Hahah… that really sounds like a great idea.”
I saw my reflection in the sword’s blade.
Perhaps because of my bloodline, my body aged extremely slowly, and my face still looked much the same as it did when I was a student.
I recalled the days when I was fooling around with those people.
They called me as they liked… my compatriot, my best friend, my rival, my love, things like that.
There were still too many of them occupying my memories, yet here was the object they made.
Prototype Number 5 simply glowed without replying.
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