“Aizen”
“Hey, Aizen, wake up!”
Unknown year, unknown time.
In the judo club of a certain junior high school that was doing quite well for itself, a guy named Aizen was being awakened from his dreams.
“Aizen?
Are you calling me?”
He opened his eyes groggily, and the first thing that came into view was a 16×16 wrestling mat.
This was the standard competition size for official judo matches.
Then there was a face with a square jaw that looked somewhat immature, about fifteen years old or so.
“Of course I’m calling you, I’ve told you so many times not to sleep during practice.
If it happens again, I’ll have to consider kicking you out.”
The young man was the club captain, a third-year junior high student, who had been annoyed with Aizen for a long time now.
On one hand, Aizen was far too lazy—in his first week of joining, being late and leaving early had become routine, and he never took training seriously.
On top of that, he relied on his good looks and outstanding judo talent to flirt with the female students on a regular basis.
This was something that the captain, who had confessed his feelings numerous times over three years of junior high and failed every single time, simply could not tolerate.
‘Aizen?’
‘Me?’
“Hey, I think you guys have got the wrong person here.”
Aizen propped himself up with his hands and sat up, scratching his head, only to freeze in confusion again.
“Wait a minute…
my hair was never this long, was it?”
“So you do know your hair is too long.
I warned you about it a week ago, and you still haven’t gotten it cut.” The captain grew even more irritated.
The show-off Aizen—his favorite move was flipping his hair back, which never failed to get squeals from the female club members.
It made him insanely jealous!
Aizen didn’t bother responding.
There was no reason for his hair to grow this long just from sleeping.
And besides, this whole situation was just way too bizarre.
The other guy was speaking Japanese, a language he technically knew thanks to that hack Hideaki Anno and his Evangelion series, but his knowledge was limited to things like ‘Ayanami Rei’ and ‘Asuka Langley’.
He definitely couldn’t handle complex Japanese, let alone hold a conversation in it.
But somehow, right now, he was speaking it completely fluently?
Words like ‘yamete’, ‘sugoi’, and ‘kimochi’ were rolling off his tongue effortlessly!
“Where is this place?”
“This is obviously the judo club.
Are you still not awake yet?”
“I’m not asking about that.
I mean, where exactly is this place?”
“Are you messing with me?
This is Tokyo, obviously.”
‘Tokyo?’
BOOM~
Aizen’s brain erupted into a chaotic ringing.
He had fallen asleep back in his home country and woken up in Tokyo.
And the thing is, he definitely hadn’t taken any plane before going to bed.
Did this make any sense?
No, it didn’t!
‘Could it be…’
“Hey, you—”
“Call me ‘senpai’.”
“Oh, right.
Excuse me, classmate, could I borrow a mirror?”
“A mirror?”
The captain’s face visibly darkened.
‘I tell you to get up, and you ask me for a mirror?’
‘And in front of the whole club?’
‘You’re showing me absolutely no respect right now, do you even realize that?’
“Wait, I know you’re angry, but hold that thought—let me freak out first.”
Aizen raised his hand, stopping the captain who looked like he was about to explode at any second.
Right now, he just wanted to figure out what the hell was happening to him.
The captain didn’t move, but his fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were turning white.
Seeing this, Aizen had no choice but to go borrow a mirror from one of the female members.
‘Sky-blue hair, golden pupils, perfectly sculpted features, skin like white jade…
man, no denying it, I’m seriously good-looking.’
‘Wait, no, no, no—this isn’t my face at all.
And these features…
the more I look, the more they remind me of that Sweet Mask from One-Punch Man’s universe?’
Aizen was completely baffled, but at least he was sure of one thing—as long as he wasn’t dreaming, he had officially joined the ranks of the Isekai Transmigrators.
Now the only question was which factory he came from?
Webnovel?
Royal Road?
‘Please don’t let it be one of those female-oriented sites!’
‘I am very much a guy, thank you very much.’
Just then, a cat somehow ran into the room and meowed right at Aizen.
But strangely enough, what Aizen heard was translated into human speech: “Oh, you’re finally awake.”
‘OH HELL NO!’
‘Please tell me this isn’t a horror genre—I can’t handle that!’
He had been terrified of ghosts his whole life.
In over twenty years, he’d watched fewer than two horror movies total.
He was the type who watched one and swore never to watch another.
“Meow~~~ you scaredy-cat, what are you afraid of?
I’m your system butler.
I’m the one who brought you here.”
‘System?’
‘Butler?’
‘You scared me half to death!
So it’s not horror after all—then I’m not afraid of anything anymore.’
The cat rolled its eyes in a very human-like way, swiped its paw through the air, and a data sheet that only Aizen could see suddenly materialized out of nowhere.
[Name: Aizen.
Gender: Male.
Age: 13 years old.
Height: 175 cm.
Wingspan: 197 cm.
Weight: 61 kg.
Strength: 87.
Speed: 77.
Stamina: 89.
Spirit/Mental: 96.
Offense: Contested Layup 50, Uncontested Layup 60, Post Moves 42.
Shooting: Close Range 56, Mid-Range 50, Three-Point 42.
Ball Handling: Dribbling 56, Passing 66.
Defense: Lateral Quickness 60, Steals 53, Blocks 58, Rebounds 60.
Note: These stats are calculated based on junior high basketball player standards, with 100 being the maximum.
Acquired Skills: Judo Black Belt 5th Dan, Basic Layup, Basic Shooting, Basic Driving, Basic Dribbling, Basic Crossover, Basic Passing.]
After looking over his own stat sheet, Aizen was dumbfounded.
‘Was there some kind of mistake here?’
‘I’m a 5th Dan black belt in judo at the tender age of thirteen, and instead of pushing for the legendary 10th Dan red belt, the system wanted me to play basketball?’
‘A 13-year-old 5th Dan black belt—by the time I reached high school, even if I couldn’t go toe-to-toe with someone like Son Goku from Dragon Ball, I could definitely hold his own against Mouri Ran, right?’
‘There had to be some kind of error here.’
He didn’t know much about judo, but the talent was clearly there.
And being a 5th Dan black belt meant he’d never have to worry about making a living when he grew up.
Basketball he understood.
He’d been watching the CBA and NBA for over a decade, and occasionally played pickup games with friends.
Those basic basketball skills on his stat sheet were proof of that.
But a hobby couldn’t pay the bills!
With his level of skill, if he tried to go pro, he wouldn’t even be able to hold his own in the Highschool leagues.
[Now initiating the beginner mission: Join any basketball club.
Reward: a beginner gift pack.
Gift pack quality will be determined by circumstances.
Time limit: three days.]
‘A gift pack?’
‘Why didn’t you say so earlier!
The moment you mention rewards, I’m wide awake.’
‘No need to overthink this—I had to quit the judo club immediately.’
“Hey, Aizen, are you even listening to me?
If you keep this up—disrespecting your seniors, ignoring club rules—I’ll have no choice but to forcibly remove you from the club.”
‘Forcibly remove me?’
“Wait, is that actually an option?” Aizen’s face lit up immediately.
“Hey, uh, classmate—if I get kicked out, can I transfer right away?
What I mean is, can I join another club the moment I leave this one?”
“GET OUT!
GET OUT RIGHT NOW!
I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE ANYMORE!”