Isagi left the gym with a towel draped over his shoulder and a nearly empty water bottle in hand.
The morning sun had already risen higher, warming the streets of , though the air still carried that characteristic freshness of the beginning of the day.
He walked slowly, feeling a pleasant soreness throughout his body; there was something very wrong with his body…..
Normally, after an intense workout like that, he would expect to feel the accumulated exhaustion only the next day.
But that wasn’t what happened.
Strangely, he noticed a generalized improvement throughout his body.
The sensation was as if that brief training session had already produced concrete results, as though he had spent an entire month training regularly and maintaining a balanced diet instead of just a few hours.
Could the fusion of his soul with the original Isagi’s have granted him a body even more refined and talented than he had imagined?
Everything pointed to yes.
Even so, the level of this physical response was simply… bizarre.
Well, that was better for him.
In two months, he could develop a powerful enough body to become invincible among his peers.
Then, once he entered , he would crush all those strikers who thought they were geniuses…..
He was looking forward to it.
He continued walking calmly until he noticed something and froze in the middle of the sidewalk.
A faint rustling caught his attention, coming from the bushes beside a low fence.
He tilted his head curiously.
And then he saw it.
Or rather… he couldn’t help but see it.
A large, round, absurdly eye-catching ass was stuck between the branches, with a short skirt lifted halfway up her back.
The simple white panties on display almost seemed to shine under the timid morning light, the fabric sinking slightly in the middle, perfectly outlining her forbidden valley, while her cheeks trembled faintly with every awkward movement she made inside the bushes….
Isagi felt his brain blue-screen.
“…” Then, just as he finally blinked, a muffled female voice echoed from inside the bush: “Hmmm!?
Is someone there??
I’m stuck in here!
Can you help me, please!?” The girl’s words snapped him out of his stupor, and he promptly asked: “Why… are you in there?” Her ass moved as if she were trying to turn around, which only made the situation worse.
“Ah!
Finally, someone showed up!
Could you help me, please!?
I was trying to catch a kitten that ran in here!
But I can’t get out, my body got stuck in this bush and… well… DON’T LOOK OVER HERE, OKAY!?” Too late.
Way too late.
Isagi looked resigned.
“Yeah… it’s kind of hard not to look… if you want me to help,” he said calmly, running a hand over his face.
From inside the bush, the girl answered immediately in a tone that was half irritated, half desperate, exactly like someone who had already accepted that the morning was ruined: “Yeah, I know!
BUT THERE’S NO OTHER WAY, OKAY!?
It’s not my fault this bush turned into a villain!!” Isagi took a deep breath.
“Of course… it’s the bush’s fault.” He approached slowly, forcing himself not to think too much about what he was about to do and, most importantly, to keep his hormones under control.
It was impossible to ignore the fact that, right in front of him, there was an absurdly tempting ass; of course part of him wanted to touch it, squeeze it… do all sorts of things his teenage mind insisted on suggesting.
But he knew that was only impulsive desire talking.
He needed to breathe deeply.
He needed to control himself.
“Alright… I’m going to pull you out….” he said calmly.
“Finally!!
My arm’s over here!
Grab it!
Or my waist!
Whatever!
Just get me out of here!” she replied impatiently, kicking her legs around as if that would help.
Isagi hesitated for a second.
Her arm simply wasn’t accessible; she was buried halfway into the bush.
That only left her waist.
He let out another sigh and, with all the care in the world, placed his hands on the sides of her waist.
The girl’s waist was slim and warm, with that small strip of skin showing between her shirt and the skirt that had ridden up too far.
His hands practically sank into the fabric of her shirt and the soft flesh beneath it…
“I’ll pull slowly at first…” he warned, trying to keep his voice steady while fighting to control his own thoughts.
The position he was in was dangerously suggestive.
“No!
Pull all at once!
If you pull slowly, I’ll get stuck again!
Hurry up!” she replied to his words impatiently, shaking her legs around as if that helped.
“Alright.
But don’t scream afterward when—” “JUST PULL!” Isagi closed his eyes for a moment, accepting his fate.
Then he planted his feet firmly on the ground, adjusted his grip, and pulled hard.
The entire bush shook violently, leaves flying everywhere like confetti.
And the girl shot backward, free and completely out of control.
“WAAAH—!!” Isagi didn’t have time to think.
He only saw a small, light, and incredibly fast blur flying directly toward him.
“Hey, wait, calm—!” Too late.
She collided into him with the force of a compact missile made of pure energy.
Isagi toppled backward and landed sitting on the ground.
The girl fell on top of him, silver hair completely disheveled, eyes wide open… and her skirt still dangerously raised.
They stayed like that for a second that felt like an entire minute.
Without saying anything.
Without moving.
Simply staring at each other with equally shocked expressions.
“…Uuuh,” she said, blinking several times.
“Hi?” Isagi blinked back.
“Hi.” Internally, in his heart, he was surprised, and a certain emotional turmoil made his heart race; if her ass had already been wonderful…
that was because he still hadn’t seen the girl’s breasts, which were gigantic….!
The girl wasn’t tall; she looked to be around five feet tall, with a delicate, almost doll-like figure that made every movement of hers seem light and graceful.
Her hair was a bright, silky silver; short around the nape of her neck, though subtle dark roots appeared underneath, creating an almost hypnotic contrast between the intense black and the metallic tone of the rest of her hair.
Her eyes were large, a deep and crystal-clear sapphire blue, with long, naturally curved eyelashes that gave her a permanent expression of surprise or exaggerated innocence.
Her face was small and symmetrical, with delicate features and flawless pale skin that almost looked translucent.
What drew the most attention, however, was her absurdly voluptuous bust for such a small body: heavy, round, firm breasts that pushed the fabric of her long-sleeved white shirt to an almost indecent limit.
The phrase “sugoi dekai” was printed in large black letters right in the center of her chest, the fabric stretched so tightly that the words themselves looked distorted, following her generous curves and making the reason behind the nickname obvious: “super huge” had never made more sense.
The shirt was far too tight around her chest and loose around the waist, creating a dramatic contrast with her hourglass figure.
Below that, she wore a short pleated skirt made of light fabric, which, during the impact, had ridden up and wrapped around her slender waist.
Because of that, her soft white cotton panties were completely exposed, clinging to her soft thighs and the prominent shape between her legs, outlining every contour in an almost obscene way.
It was a piece he recognized immediately: the same white panties he had seen before….
He blinked a few times, trying not to stare too much….
Meanwhile, hearing his words, the girl sitting on top of him looked as if her brain had rebooted.
“Ah—!
Sorry, sorry!” She hurried to move away from him, placing her hands on his chest and awkwardly standing up.
Her skirt still hadn’t decided to return to its proper place on its own, so she yanked the hem down with a quick, indignant motion.
“That stupid bush almost killed me…” Isagi stood up as well, removing a few leaves from his hair and brushing off his shirt with the palm of his hand.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
The girl slapped her thighs lightly, tested her balance, and then gave him a huge, proud thumbs-up.
“I’m totally alive!
Thanks for saving me back there, you’re really strong, huh?
You made me fly backward like a rocket.
If it had been one of those old guys who pass by here early in the morning, I’d probably still be stuck there right now.” Isagi scratched the back of his neck, half embarrassed and half trying to process the fact that he had just been run over by a hyperactive miniature girl with breast proportions he had never seen in his life….
“It was nothing….” he replied.
“Sorry for not controlling my strength…” “You don’t need to worry about that, I’m the one who told you to pull hard!” she said, puffing out her chest proudly, which only made everything even more eye-catching.
“My name’s !
Thanks for the help, seriously!” Isagi froze.
“…Uzaki?” She tilted her head, a clear “huh?” visible in her blue eyes.
“Yeah,” she repeated, tapping her own chest twice.
“Uzaki Hana.
Nice to meet you!” Isagi blinked again, trying to connect the dots.
“You’re… Fujio’s daughter?” Her eyes widened when she heard his words.
“HUH!?
How do you know my dad!?” “I train at his gym,” Isagi replied, raising his hands calmly.
“Saitama Fit Center.
I’m actually coming back from there right now…..” “EEEEH!?” Her expression twisted between surprise, pride, and mild comedic panic.
“So you’re one of his customers!?” “Yeah, although I only started training there today….” Hana broke into a huge, genuine smile, far too energetic for that hour of the morning.
“Wow, then it’s really nice to meet you!
I’m Uzaki Hana!
And you…” “,” he introduced himself, maintaining a polite posture.
“The pleasure’s mine, Uzaki-san.” “You can just call me Uzaki!
Or Hana!
Or Uzaki-chan!” she said casually, placing her hands on her waist.
“We already fell on top of each other, right?
We skipped all the formal stuff already!” Isagi gave her an ironic smile.
“I… guess so.” “Great!
Then we’re acquaintances now!
Ah—” She looked at the bush with an irritated expression.
“And I lost the cat.
That ungrateful thing ran away while I was stuck…” Isagi watched her theatrical frustration and ended up smiling without noticing.
Hana noticed.
“What?
What are you laughing at?” “Nothing…” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets.
“It’s just… I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like this before.
It was kind of interesting….” “I almost died getting crushed and you think that’s interesting!?” “You weren’t going to die.” “Yes, I was!
It was swallowing me!
I felt it!” She poked the bush suspiciously.
“This thing’s alive…” Isagi let out a light sigh and a small smile.
“Maybe that’s true….” he commented, looking at the bush with the same seriousness he would use when facing an opponent on a soccer field.
“It really did seem… determined.” Hana’s eyes widened before she broke into a massive smile that lit up her entire face.
“See!?
SEE!?
Finally, someone who understands me!” She placed her hands on her waist, puffing out her chest as if she had just won an argument nobody except herself had been having.
“I knew I wasn’t crazy!
That bush has a soul!” Isagi smiled faintly.
“Yes.
And apparently, it holds grudges too.” “Exactly!
It attacked me!” Hana pointed dramatically.
“It grabbed my clothes and tried to suck me in like one of those terrible horror movies!” “That… isn’t exactly what happened,” Isagi murmured, but her smile was so sincere that he didn’t even have the courage to contradict her.
Satisfied at having been “validated,” Hana crossed her arms.
The movement made her voluptuous bust rise slightly, something Isagi tried and failed to ignore completely.
That was when she observed him more carefully.
“…Uoooh…” she murmured quietly, almost without realizing it.
“You’re really… super buff, huh?
And… like… handsome.” Isagi blinked, slightly confused.
“…Huh?” “AH!
Nothing!!
You didn’t hear anything!!” She waved her hands frantically, nearly tripping over her own feet while trying to cover it up.
“I-It’s just that… you look older!
That’s it!
That’s what I was thinking!
Nothing weird!” Isagi raised an eyebrow.
“Older?” “Yeah!” Hana moved closer, leaning her body forward while examining him as if he were some kind of rare specimen.
“How old are you?
Seriously?
You’re really tall and have a well-trained body….
It’s not something I’ve ever seen in someone my age…
maybe I should call you Senpai?” Isagi took a second before answering as simply as always: “I’m seventeen.” Silence.
The morning wind passed between them.
A leaf fell.
And then— “EEEEHHHHHHHHH!?” Her scream echoed like a bomb through the quiet street.
One of the elderly men walking his dog jumped in shock.
The dog did too.
Hana pointed at him with both hands, utterly incredulous, nearly falling backward.
“What do you mean seventeen!?” “Well… I’m seventeen years old….” “You look like you’re eighteen!
Or at least nineteen!” She took two steps backward, still staring at him as though she had just witnessed a cosmic revelation.
“Wait… then that means… that means…” She blinked slowly.
“…you’re my kouhai?” Isagi blinked back.
“Technically… yeah?
You go to university, right?
Your dad told me that.
So you must be… what?
Eighteen?” “Nineteen!” she corrected immediately, puffing out her chest proudly before instantly regretting it because it drew way too much attention.
“I’m NI-NE-TEEN!
That means you’re, like… two years younger!” Isagi nodded calmly.
“Yeah.
Looks like it.” Hana grabbed her head and started pacing in circles dramatically.
“No, no, no… this is so weird!
I-I was talking to you like you were… I don’t know, a guy my age!
And you— you’re a LITTLE KID!
You’re a BABY!” She stopped, looked him up and down from head to toe… and narrowed her eyes before breaking into a mischievous grin….
“So that means… you really are my kouhai…” She intertwined her hands behind her back, leaning forward with a playful sparkle in her eyes.
“Heeeh… then I can call you Yoichi-kun, right?” Isagi felt a shiver run down his spine.
“I… guess so?” Hana smiled even wider, satisfied like a cat that had just found a new toy.
“Great!
Then it’s decided!
Starting today, you’re my Kouhai!” Isagi wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing.
Meanwhile, Hana still looked at Isagi as though she were trying to reorganize her entire mental universe around the fact that he was two years younger, way too muscular for his age, and, even worse, now officially her kouhai.
“Alright!
Change of plans!” “Plans…?” Isagi asked, already sensing trouble.
“Yeah!
I decided!” Hana took two quick steps forward until she stopped right in front of him, so close that Isagi could see the electric sparkle in her blue eyes.
“Give me your number.” “…Huh?” “Your number!” She extended her hand, fingers spread wide, as if it were obvious.
“Your phone number, Yoichi-kun!
Come on!” Isagi blinked a few times.
“Why?” Hana puffed her cheeks indignantly.
“What do you mean ‘why’?
Because I want to talk to you!
And… and because…” She looked away, tapping the tip of her shoe against the ground.
“I still have to thank you properly.” “Thank me?” She nodded quickly, still staring off to the side as though it were embarrassing.
“Well, yeah!
You saved me!
If it weren’t for you, I would’ve been totally screwed and stuck inside that bush until noon…” “I didn’t really do anything….” Isagi murmured.
“Yes, you did….” she shot back immediately, turning to face him again, genuinely serious for a moment.
“And I don’t forget it when someone helps me.
So…” She raised her phone, waving it in front of him.
“Give me your number.
Now.” Isagi sighed—not because he didn’t want to, but because Hana had the kind of energy that simply bulldozed through the resistance of any normal person.
He pulled his own phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to her.
Hana’s smile instantly widened into an almost victorious grin as she took the device with both hands as though it were a special gift.
She typed quickly, handed it back, and gave him an exaggerated wink.
“All done!
I added my number and added myself on LINE.
Now I can annoy you whenever I want!” “…Should that make me feel relieved or worried?” “Relieeeved, Yoichi-kun!” she sang, lightly patting his shoulder before immediately making a face.
“Man, your shoulder’s hard.
Seriously.
Not even one soft muscle.” “There’s no such thing as soft muscles.” “Of course there are!
Mine!” She turned sideways and flexed her arm in an idiotic pose, showing absolutely zero muscle.
“See?
Super soft!” Isagi rubbed his forehead.
“So then…” Hana intertwined her hands behind her head, stretching her body while walking backward, facing him the entire time.
“Since you saved me and all, I decided: I’m taking you out.” “Out…?” “Yeah!
As thanks.” She raised one finger.
“I’m paying.” Isagi widened his eyes.
“You don’t have to—” “Yes, I do!” she interrupted immediately.
Isagi opened his mouth to say something else, but she didn’t give him the chance.
She spun on her heels and started walking away, waving enthusiastically.
“We’ll talk later!
I gotta get back home, Yoichi-kun!
Don’t run away, okay!?” And she disappeared around the corner, skipping like someone who had just won the lottery.
Isagi stood there for several seconds, staring at the empty space where she had been.
Had his life really turned into a romantic comedy?
_____________________ (A/N: First of all, thank you for reading this story.
Your support there also helps a lot in keeping the story updated consistently.
I hope you continue enjoying Isagi’s completely cursed new life in this crossover world.)