A morning like any other in the world full of protagonists...
April 6, 20XX
8:12 AM
"I'm a mob character, which means I barely have screen time and no one notices me so I can speak out my thoughts."
Note: Kibe is longing for attention, so he does this so that somebody may notice him.
"First off, the easiest and simplest protagonist of all is... The Shounen Protagonist! He's got the power of friendship, plot armor, unmeasurable amounts of power, and as a bonus... He gets lots of girls. Perfect!"
I scratched my head at the problem at hand.
"But how do I become a shounen protagonist? So, parents dead? Do I kill 'em? Nope, no way, I'm not a heartless b*tch, but I am scum."
"Besides, I'll become a murdering protagonist which would make me a villain. No thanks, I'd rather be a hero than a villain."
"But a protagonist of that kind does get hurt a lot, right? I don't want that, but for the girls, I'll do it!"
Note: Scum...
Let me study Kase Yoshio, the shounen protagonist.
I latch my eyes on my target and follow him around the school.
Note: And so, the idiot continues to stalk the hero... to the cafeteria... to the bathroom... and to the classroom...
I stopped in my tracks.
What I can say is... I GOT NOTHING! I DIDN'T GET ANYTHING FROM STALKING THE SHOUNEN PROTAGONIST! WHAT THE HELL?!! Hey, wait a minute...
"Don't they start their shounen activities after school?"
Note: Face palm moment...
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4:00 PM, After School
I continued to follow the protagonist after school. And as expected, he moved more suspiciously than usual, and as I kept following him...
At a park, a few blocks away from school, a young boy jumped out of the corner to prevent the young hero from walking further.
"And so you appear... Yoshio Kase," the boy stated.
"You? Who are you? And how do you know my name?"
They muttered utter nonsense and talked about trivial matters.
Can you two stop talking and just get to the fight already?
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Note: A few minutes later...
"Four-headed Spear!" the boy chanted.
Four yellow see-through spears surrounded Kase from the ground.
"What? How?" Kase asked in a panic.
WHOAAAA! COOL! BEAT HIM, STRANGER BOY! BEAT THAT CLICHÉ PROTAGONIST!
The right spear attacked him and Kase managed to dodge it.
The spear hit the ground.
Two spears, one from upfront, and one from the left attacked him simultaneously. He somehow dodged the spear upfront but was hit by the left in his shoulder in the same direction.
"Ouch..."
What's with that acrobatic skill? He has inhumane reflexes for a high school student. Well this is shounen, they tend to make the protagonist a monster even before they get their otherworldly powers.
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They kept on clashing with each other. To summarize the whole fight, it was usually Kase evading the attacks with barely any scratches as he yelled the most overused lines ever. He kept going on about ‘hope’ and his newly-acquired ‘friends’ who came out of nowhere.
This is getting boring... I'm gonna leave their fight. I stepped out from my spot and went to the other side to avoid getting caught up in their frolic.
I prepare to head back to my home.
So, the question is... did I get anything? Nope!
Hold on, how do I turn into a shounen protagonist in the first place?
"IDIOT! WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT FIRST? I TOTALLY WASTED MY TIME! AHHHHHHH! "
So based on my in-depth knowledge, one becomes a shounen protagonist by encountering a strange being or something along the lines or having a special ability in your lineage, in which in both chances are… 0%...
I look up to the sky. It’s afternoon.
“I should've known from the start... that it was impossible for me to become a shounen protagonist.”
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April 7, 20XX
I was right back in my classroom, seated in my chair.
What now??? What am I supposed to do now? I suppose it's time for me to hunt down a brand new protagonist...
My eyes shot from student to student.
Which one is next? I wonder.
"AHH... This is very frustrating! Why can't I just become a protagonist? Not only that, I'm not even a side character..." I yelled as I scratched my head.
I scratched it further, and some of the hair strands fell as I did.
"THE WORLD IS MEAN!!! GOD IS MEAAANN!"
Wait, God? Wait a minute, if this was a manga world, then there must be an author! I’m sure of it!
What should I do? I feel so hopeless at this point that I wanna talk directly to the author of this manga! Wait, what if this is a W*****n? Manhua? Manhwa? Am I being deceived that this is a manga? The heck should I care? If I were to talk to the author, then I'll talk to him in the bathroom. That’s the place where I could get real personal.
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Note: In the men’s bathroom...
I knocked on one of the bathroom stalls and clasped my two hands together as if praying to the infamous legend of a spirit trapped within the stalls.
"Author-kun, Author-kun... WHY THE HELL ARE YOU MEAN TO ME? JUST GIVE ME THE ROLE!" I ranted as I banged my fists on the locked stalls.
I sighed and let my thoughts process the events… rationally. I turned around to see the wide window in front of me.
"Huh? What's this written on the side of the window?"
The font is so little, it's barely legible... there are small letters spaced evenly apart.
"N… O… P... E…"
I read it aloud for another time.
"Nope."
"THERE IS AN AUTHOR!" I rejoiced.
"WAIT, THE HELL YOU MEAN NOPE?!! TURN ME INTO A PROTAGONIST!"
Ring. Ring.
The bell rang.
Oh, break's over. Time to go back to the classroom.
I left the bathroom and went into the hallway.
Darn it. Why now?
As I hurriedly ran to my classroom, I bumped into someone with books, and both of us got pushed back from each other.
Ouch... Wait, this is an encounter, no, not just any encounter... THIS IS AN ENCOUNTER A ROMANCE PROTAGONIST MAKES! THANK YOU AUTHOR-KUN!
Let me help the one who tripped...
I stood up and tried to see who I bumped into.
"Are you okay pretty lad-"
Note: However, he thought it was a lady, but it was a young lad.
"Uh, yes," the boy answered bashfully with blushes on his cheeks.
"Doki-doki! How handsome!" he said to himself, admiring Kibe’s ‘manly’ features.
And so again as I was about to confirm my fear, more people with books also bumped into me... and the fear instilled into me was worsened... I knew what Author-kun was planning from that moment... these are all guys and they are blushing…
I gulped.
…for me.
"H-Hello..." another boy greeted with a drool.
"L-Let me help you!" another offered.
"Such a face!" another praised.
I stood up… and made a run for it. I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"A BL PROTAGONIST!!! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAKS!!! AUTHOR IS A RETARD! DON'T KISS ME BASTARDS! WAHHHH! I DON'T WANNA BE A BL PROTAGONIST!!!"
Note: Author is not a retard. You got what you wished for, yet you run away from it, how cowardly.
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I arrived at the classroom unscathed.
You think I'm gonna give up easily, author? I'm taking the easy way out! If you don't wanna give me that role, then I'm gonna make you!
"I should start preparing for an all-out war with the author of this story! I'll get you back at this! BRING IT ON!"
Note: Bring it on. A war with the author, how bold.
END OF EPISODE 2
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5:21 PMI was on a call with Arata."WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T GIVE HER THE POTION?!" I retaliated."Sorry, Kibe. I really am.""THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU GIVE HER THE FREAKING LOVE POTION?!""Kibe, don't you think trying to court her for a single rooftop is already foolish? More so with the love potion… even we have a line to draw.""DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY THINGS I HAD TO DO FOR THAT POTION?!"Aside from persuasion, I technically haven't done anything for that potion, but 'will'."I deeply apologize for my selfish actions."I sat on my bed morosely contemplating. I rubbed my fingers on my forehead.This is what I get for trusting other people… no, this isn't the time I should be doubting my accomplices. I know his progress is doing relatively fast but perhaps a week may have been pushing it to the limit."Fine, we'll have to start the challenges now," I declared."Even without you?""We have to move things somewhere. I can't keep waiting here, so inform the rest of them tomorrow or even me
The background became an eyesore once more because of the oversaturated colors. I decided to look down at the floor as I passed through the class to avoid seeing these painful colors, as well as avoid meeting anyone's gaze, as failure to do so, will give my own classmates a dinner known as me. To ease my hand, I tucked my phone into my shorts' left pocket.I took a short glance at the critters that I once recognized as my classmates. Their gazes shot everywhere. Their breathing was erratic. Most importantly… their faces were hungry, not for food, mind you. Even our teacher was losing control, he wasn't even teaching. He just sat silently.Everyone must still be short-circuiting from the sudden transition.I decided to ignore the scenery before me and tried to find Okada.I tried to find her everywhere but she just wasn't there. I turned around to see that she was the very first person to the door I just entered.Bro… Did I really just miss her because I looked down?I sighed in disapp
"But how will I do that?" I asked myself, "Do I bribe Okada again?"If so, what can I even offer to her? I owe her for last time and hadn't even repaid her yet.I crossed my fingers."Got nothing else to do other than hope."I stood up and walked in circles."However, there is another problem that arises... I am supposed to be phoned in sick and since Okada is in the same class as I am... there is a high chance that I get spotted if I get close to her."Should I make use of the Overruling Statement again? But then again, a Slice-of-Life Protagonist regardless of gender has broad application over various genres and is included in almost all. Even if their role was diminished even for a slight second, they would remain a side character which only takes away their ability and frequency to interact but does not change their personality in any way."What I'm saying is if they see me, they're not going to forget it."Then should I ask Mieko once more for help?I scratched my head at the ide
We went down to the first floor where we took a break from the intense confrontation. "I can't believe that actually worked," Yoshida said in disbelief. "What did I tell you?" I responded in a smug manner. Arata went down the escalator and approached us. "Arata! Our hero and savior," Hara chanted. "Why didn't any of you pick up your phones?" Arata asked. "There was no signal here," I answered. I checked my phone only to see that there was now a signal. "There's a signal right there," Arata pointed out. "Look, I'm not lying. It just happens that there is one right now. Why don't we set aside all this for now and call it a day?" "Hmm, I guess..." "Hey, what about the subjugation plan? The plan to conquer Mari? Whatever happened to your progress? Inform us." "Things are... progressing. I was able to exchange messages with her since she accepted my friend request just earlier." I was baffled. I was overjoyed. I did not expect my seeds of progress to be growing at such a rapid
We went up the escalators and up to the 4th floor where the arcade was located."Woah…" Yoshida said in awe."Games!" Ishimoto said in a slightly higher yet still monotonous tone."Here. Now you guys go crazy," I told them."Woohoo!" they all cheered.We all went inside the arcade.…...The girls exited the clothing store. All of them held paper bags of varying pastel colors."That was great!" Ran cheered."It could've been much better if you hadn't kept pestering me," Mari told her."Why don't you just go ahead and tell us who the lucky guy is?" Rin insisted."For the last time… I never said it was a guy!""You wouldn't be as reluctant to share if it was a girl. C'mon just tell us, what's there to be shy about? Unless…"Ran gasped, "IT'S A BOYFRIEND! IT HAS TO BE!"Mari turned red out of embarrassment, "WHA?! STOP ASSUMING THINGS!"Yuka raised her arm, "Um…"They heard her and listened."Wh-What do we do next?""Good question," Rin answered."My energy is drained. How 'bout we go p
I and Yoshida were both gloomy.Ishimoto spoke, "You can borrow my money."Our eyes lit, "REALLY?!""Yeah, I've got enough money to support you two.""You're a lifesaver, Ishimoto," I praised."We'll definitely pay you back!"After all that was settled, Yoshida grabbed the menu and we took a peak. Minutes later, everyone sat back in their places."Alright, place your orders!" Hara yelled as he took out a piece of paper and pen and put it on the table.I started first and wrote down my order. It was passed down to Hara, then, Ishimoto, and finally, Yoshida.Ishimoto took out his money and stood up expecting to be the one to order.Yoshida held out his hand."No need, Ishimoto. I'll do it. It's the very least that I can do.""Okay."Ishimoto gave the money to Yoshida and then Yoshida headed to the counter to take out orders."Alright, I'll go straight to the point. We have to think of the next challenge," I declared, "But this time, please recommend challenges that are less luck-based."
11:00 AM I was preparing my stuff. After I finished with that, I took a shower so that I wouldn't smell. I grabbed a towel and dried myself up. I went upstairs to my room and opened up my drawer. I scrolled through my countless clothes and uniforms hung on a wooden hanger. "Nope… Not this…" I finally stumbled upon a blue and white striped buttoned shirt. I wore short blue jeans and sprayed normal cologne instead of the manly cologne I save for special occasions. I went downstairs and grabbed my bag. From there, Nakatani caught the scent of my cologne. "Oh??? Onii-chan is getting all fancy and dressed up. Meeting a girl? A date perhaps?" she guessed. "Oh, I wish. But nothing special, just a hang-out with the boys." I say that but it's actually a multi-layered plan, specifically, to discuss the challenges with them, to eat a thing OTHER than curry, and to go out for a while. Sad to say that I'm becoming less and less of a shut-in because of them. After all of this, I'm gonna take