Akechi Hideyori is Forgetful

After arriving at school, we parted ways with Nodoka and headed to where the new class chart for second-year students was posted.

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“Looking at the new class chart together like this is the thrill of a class shuffle isn’t it.”

“I don’t need this kind of thrill though.” 

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In my previous life, I just took a quick look at the bulletin board and hurried to my new classroom.

In the first place, it’s kinda impossible for you to have a group of friends so big that you can start a small club with as you grow older though………

At most, it would be a three-man group.

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“But it has become kind of our annual event hasn’t it.”

“I never get to be in the same class as Akechi-kun you know.”

“Is it an every year thing? I only got to do this together with you guys last year though.”

“I mean, Sakuya, you went to a different elementary school right…….”

“I didn’t get to do this last year either!”

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Somehow, is it possible for me to, like, be in a separate class…….?

Obviously, I also strongly wish for everyone to be in the same class.

But, hear me out!

A while ago, a girl invited me to study with her and I was like [She has a thing for me!?] so I was all excited but Takeru suddenly walked over and told her [Sorry, this guy promised to study with me first!] or something along that line, and away she went…..

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I don’t mind studying with him but I can’t help but wonder why I always have a study session with Takeru whenever a girl invited me out. I mean, I don’t even remember promising him in the first place.

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When I asked him [Did I promise you that?].

He was like [You did. This morning. Risa, you remember right?]

[You did, we promised to study Japanese history together weren’t we. Did you forget, Akechi-kun?] 

And I was always scolded for how faulty my memory was.

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The same thing also happened with Emi and Eien-chan and they always said the same thing so there’s no doubt about it anymore. 

I’m the one who has a memory problem.

(TLN: G, Gaslighting!?)

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Maybe I’m getting old……..?

My memory of the second and the third game is also faint. Honestly, it’s sad to see your memory fade away like this.

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I remember complaining about how forgetful my previous life’s grandfather was and now I feel so guilty that I want to bow down and apologize to him.

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That’s why I need to make new memories.

Please, I need some new encounters!

The kind of encounter that I get to rid myself of my V-card!

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Yes, it’s fun to play with my friends!

But being with them is so fun that it makes me forget my mission.

At this rate, I feel like I might end up becoming a lazy and useless guy.

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And that’s why I want to take a distance from them and get my act together.

Originally, I’m supposed to be a drier, cooler, and prickier hard-boiled kinda guy.

After my shoulder was broken, I became soft.

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Kurusu-san’s close friend, Yoshida, also said the same thing.

[[Toyotomi-kun, you look like a total wimp now you know. What happened to your dazzling figure from before!?]] She said……..

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That’s right.

During my fifth grade in my previous life, my dad told me [Hey, let’s go have fun at a resort for summer vacation]. I was all excited but he actually made me go through a 10 days survival course on an uninhabited island.

The current me has lost the wildness that allowed me to smash a fish’s head with a rock.

The violent side where Mom and I brainstormed to kill Dad was gone.

Back then I was both young and stupid.

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The stupidity from my childhood was so embarrassing that I actively tried to hide it as I was getting older.

Metaphorically, an elementary schooler would lick the lid of a yogurt cup without hesitation, a middle schooler would use a spoon to scrape it, while a high schooler would just throw away the lid altogether.

However, if there was no shame to worry about or appearance to maintain, you would get the urge to lick the lid clean all the time.

But as you grow, your parents would tell you to stop doing that.

They know that by doing so, their kid would grow up from a kid to an adult.

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Nowadays, I’ve thrown away the lid and wasted the yogurt. I’ve chosen to yield to shame and become an adult……

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Perhaps it’s time for me to return to being a child.

Besides! Rather than fostering my friendship, I’d like to experience romance instead!

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God! O God!”

Please, let me meet new people!

I want a girlfriend! I want a girlfriend! I friggin want a girlfriend!

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I want a homely, gentle, and cute girlfriend like Emi.

I want a serious girl who walks a step behind you like Risa.

I want a girlfriend who you’d want to spoil and tease like Sakuya.

I want a perfect girlfriend who can make my virgin heart race like Eien-chan.

I want a girlfriend who I can talk about anything with like Madoka.

I want a small devilish girlfriend who can tickle my ‘M’ heart like Nodoka.

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That’s why I want to try being in a different class by myself.

At this rate, my desk would be so crowded that I won’t be able to see anyone else.

I want to meet new people.

And I can’t wait to see the new class chart.

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I would be able to move forward step by step along with other people.

Like when I was truly a child, I want to slowly be pushed forward by my environment and the people around me.

I’ve been ranting about wanting to return to being a normal child for a while now but in the end, I still think that it’s a selfishness I can not afford though……..

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While thinking about a lot of things, I see three familiar male students in front of the bulletin board.

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“Oh, Morning, Akechi.”

“Hi, Yamamoto.”

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The three boys were Yamamoto and Nishiyama group.

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“All four of us are in the same class you know!”

“I will be in your care again, Akechi.”

“Guess we will be stuck together for another 2 years.”

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Someday I will be able to talk about my love life with these guys.

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“Also, our class is……”

“Hey, Yamamoto! No spoiler. Let me experience the thrill of finding out for myself.”

“I see, I get you, Akechi.”

“Yeah, Nishiyama. I look forward to being in the same class as you guys again this year.”

“Well, let’s meet again at our new classroom then.”

“See you.”

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Just like that, Yamamoto’s group left.

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“Damn it, so three seats of Hideyori’s class were already taken huh……”

“What about me!? What about me!? Do I get to be in Hideyori’s class!?”

“I think it’s about time for me to share a class with him too.”

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With Yamamoto and his friends gone, all that was left were my original group of friends who are as excited to see the new class chart as me.

Let’s see what fate has in store for us.

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“NO WAYYYYYY!? AGAIN!? I WON’T EVER GET TO BE IN THE SAME CLASS AS AKECHI-KUN AT THIS RATE!”

“It seems I’m always with you Risa.”

“This is too much, just too much……”

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Risa, Madoka, and Eien-chan ended up in a different class.

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“Ah, there it is! There’s a Sasaki Emi in Hideyori-kun’s class!”

“Me too!”

“Alright! It seems we’re gonna stick together throughout all our compulsory education, Hideyori.”

“…………”

“Emi, Sakuya, and Takeru are in the same class as me.

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For some reason, I already have a feeling that I won’t be able to get a girlfriend this year………

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Author Note: By the way, the class arrangement was partially revealed in the V5.

For the time being, that still stays true.

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Regarding Akechi Hideyori’s previous life.

Toyotomi Mitsuhide’s father was an explorer who traveled around the world.

He was outgoing, charismatic, and a little crazy, a trait that Mitsuhide inherited.

Every time he puts the family in danger(?) the mother and son would always playfully make a plot to murder him as revenge.

What he inherited from his mother was her smartness, kindness, and craziness.

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Mitsuhide would follow his father on a trip every year but during his 6th grade, he almost died three times during one of those trips so he stopped. Instead, he became a closet otaku.

Referring V5C29 about the part where he almost died because of his father three times.

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After his shoulder was broken, he transformed from a closet otaku to an open one.

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When he was an elementary schooler, he had a much more prickly personality.

He became a likable young man after he enrolled in middle school.

However, when his shoulder was broken, that persona was also destroyed and he became the punchable guy he is now.

Additionally, in the beginning, he was on good terms with the Captain. Despite the fact that he’s stronger than him in Kendo, he respected that person as a senior. When his shoulder was bashed in, he was shocked by the betrayal of someone who he respected and became conscious of how he was actually hated despite how he thought that they were close. 

That was the reason why he became so insensitive and has a habit of running away in relationships.

Basically, Hideyori’s mind is actively making himself blind to the heroines’ advance.

The one who had the chance to melt away that denseness of his was Kurusu-san.

However, unfortunately, Mitsuhide died before Kurusu-san managed to do that.

Whether he was Hideyori or Mitsuhide, his mind was convinced that [No one would be able to love someone like him]. 

The cause was how he started denying his own personality when the captain crushed his shoulder.

The reason why it hit him so hard was that he thought he was actually a good friend with the captain just before the incident happened.

It was in his depth of despair when he fell in love with Kurusu-san.

Still, his [Feeling] was never rewarded.

If his shoulder wasn’t crushed, he would be 10 times more assertive than his current self and Madoka would be able to pick up on his behaviors and realize who he is (And he should already realize that she’s Kurusu-san). He would be able to fix Sakuya’s communication problem by directly confronting her and he would be brave enough to ask Takeru or Risa what Risa’s Gift was.

If he was his original self, he would be able to recognize the heroines’ favor toward him to some extent. (With how sharp he was originally he would be able to realize the feelings of those other than Risa as well.)

If he comes face to face with Kurusu-san then his insensitivity and running away habit should be fixed.

That obviously makes her a key character.

In any case, the one at fault for his current personality is the captain.

He’s the character the author hates the most.

Someday I am going to write a scene where Hideyori’s trauma is resolved using the captain.

This story is not only about the heroines but also Hideyori’s growth as a character so I will be carefully inserting Kurusu-san and the captain’s moments into the story.

If I have to say it, that’s the backbone of Akechi Hideyori’s [Breaking the Chain of Sadness].

In a sense, this is the birdcage scenario for Hideyori himself.

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For the first season, I’d like to touch on Hideyori’s past.

In fact, I described Toyotomi’s [feelings] for Kurusu-san a lot but I rarely touched on Kurusu-san’s [feelings] from Toyotomi’s perspective so I will write more about that in the future.

You may find Hideyori’s denseness extremely infuriating right now but it will be resolved in the near future.

For the moment, I’d like to start by writing a story focusing on Tsugaru Madoka.

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In his previous life, he was surprisingly popular among the boys and there were many who admired him. (There were many groups like Yamamoto’s around him in his past life)

Of course, he was popular among the girls as well but was a late bloomer, and counting Kurusu-san, he’s always attracted to strange people so his love life was no different than it is now.

From the viewpoint of Kurusu-san, Mitsuhide was an ordinary young man who left a good impression on her but deep inside he’s the same as Hideyori now.

On a side note, Kurusu-san’s friend, Yoshida-san already has a boyfriend so she didn’t have a crush on Mitsuhide or anything.

She was advising Kurusu-san objectively but unfortunately, Kurusu-san was pretty much in the state of [Love makes one blind] at the time…….

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I’m sorry that it’s gotten this long.

I just got a little emotional and I couldn’t stop writing…….