He Made A Harem When Statuses Became Visible - Volume 2 Chapter 1
Chapter 1 I remembered when I drew his portrait
I dont remember when I became fond of him and what was the start.
Perhaps the encounter was around the time I was an elementary school student.
I was growing faster than the rest of the children at that time, I was a big child.
I didnt place trust in my friends from junior high or senior high school.
Or perhaps I should say, its contradictory as That is right? was also from friends at that time.
It was big. I was.
The tall me stood out as I was one head higher than the surroundings.
For boys in the lower elementary school grades, I was a suitable target.
I was meddled with often.
However, I didnt answer or fire back.
I wasnt allowed to answer or fire back.
I was severely warned through my parents.
It was reasonable.
Striking a human child as is, what happens if you kick it.
They will carry the injuries that are left for their entire lifetime properly. . ..
Ah, the little exaggeration has passed.
Since I also was a child at that time, I wouldnt have strength of that extent.
At best, it approximated to a complete recovery in several months. was it seriousimportant enough?
Even that day, I was teased whilst surrounded by boys in the public park.
Whether I was being kicked or being struck by the children, it wasnt painful nor was it itchy, but it wasnt a pleasant feeling.
Stop it!
Such a voice resounded in the public park.
It was the voice of a girl.
It was a group of 3 children.
The voice appeared to have been fired from the blonde haired girl.
Behind her, a boy around the same age, and a girl who was a little younger.
Those people had black hair. As she resembled them a little, they appeared to be older brother and younger sister.
The bullies quickly changed their targets to the 3 people.
One person was on the verge of grabbing the blonde haired girl, the boy covered for her, and was hit.
The blonde haired girl who saw that probably snapped.
She blew off the children one after another.
It resembled using wind magic so to speak..
It was a stupid story if I thought about it now, but it appeared to be so in the me of that time.
Probably, that was an aikido technique or something.
To the eyes of a child, that seemed to have been projected as magic.
It appeared to be because he used novice martial arts skills. When the beautiful women who seemed to be their parent appeared, the girls were severely scolded.
The black haired older brother and sister seemed to be defending her with their utmost.
The boy of this time, it was him.
To say it honestly, I wasnt interested in him at that time.
Rather, I admired the girl with blonde hair. She was cool.
Appearing to rescue me who was being tormented, she looked like a heroine of justice.
I felt I wanted to meet her again, and I looked for her in the public park and school, but I never encountered her.
I changed a little after that time.
It turned into me stopping the bullys attacks.
Answering or firing back was prohibited, but things as far as defense werent prohibited.
It was a reason like that.
Whether or not the other party who stopped the punches and kicks accurately wasnt interesting, or that they felt the difference in strength instinctively, the bullying disappeared.
perhaps it merely was because my tall figure grew to the surroundings so I didnt stand out.
When I was in grade 3 or grade 4, I was in the same class as him for the first time.
I didnt realize at first.
While we were in pairs drawing portraits during drawing time, I remembered as I looked at his face carefully.
I began on the topic of the matter at the public park, but it appeared he didnt remember.
However, I was able to gain information of the blonde haired girl.
It seemed she was a female cousin of the same age as him. I heard the name Alicia or Aisha, but I dont remember it anymore now.
I also didnt remember the name of the country she lived in. I suppose it was a country I havent heard of.
If I became friends with him, it was very likely I could meet her.
I thought so, but it felt awkward to make friends with a boy, so I only looked at him from a distance.
At first, I was observing him for the sake of being tied to her.
Then, I saw him as an object of romantic interest before I was aware of it.
When it was replaced, I truly dont remember.
Even now I yearn for her name to that extent, but I flat-out dont remember.
Elementary school, and middle school, I was in the same class as him several times.
Even senior high school, I chose this senior highschool because he was taking an examination.
He was in a different class this year unfortunately.
Well, I pursued him at this senior high school I enteredbut punctually among the senior high school girls, there was a strange rumor.
It will become mutual love if the person you love sees their full name written on your panties.
The person who thought of that was certainly an idiot.
No, those sorts of good luck charms were nothing but stupid things, but this was crossing the line.
Generally, if no one could see the group of names written, the said should be a standard.
What. If that was. Seen.
Probably. The idiotic boys proposed it. For the sake of wanting to see girls panties.
Terrifyingly, that was recognized by every school girl as effective.
Roughly all of the girls wrote the full name of some man on their panties.
Even in the situation they didnt have someone they especially loved they at least wrote the full name of the good-looking student council president, Keiichirou Suzuki.
In a situation like this, I couldnt help but write something because of conformity pressure.
It was safe to write Keiichirou Suzuki, but what would it appear to be if he saw?
Since I was wearing a skirt, that possibility wasnt zero.
No, it wasnt something I felt like showing proactively.
Be that as it may, I had athletics tomorrow.
As a matter of course, Id change my clothes. It could be seen by the girls.
It seemed I had to say something soon. Like this, I had better indulge the first move.
I resolved myself and took my pen.
There were also exceptional people who had it embroideredembroidered, but I didnt have such a skill.
Things like names on panties, I havent even written my own name.
For all that, things like writing the name of hima boy, it wasnt a sane affair.
Tatsuya Endo
Tomorrow, I would wear the panties with thus written on them.
Just thinking about it, I nearly burned with shame.
Translators Notes
You never know, it could have been the name of a country somewhere in a parallel world.
Found out recently this only has 47 chapters. Well, perhaps Ill get it done quickly.
Also, you might have noticed this chapter was in 1st person POV, even though the last 4 chapters were in 3rd POV. This chapter was written in that POV, so I just went with it. Probably back to 3rd POV next chapter..havent looked at it yet.
If you guys notice anything wrong, please let me know!
See you .perhaps soon?
