"A maid outfit..."
"She's wearing a maid outfit..."
"A tiny little maid..."
"A loli maid! Damn..."
How noisy. It's not as if I wanted to wear this. I had absolutely no intention of participating in the Sports Festival dressed like this. Having to deliver the athlete's pledge in this getup, being forced into the spotlight for the wrong reasons from the very start—it is all, entirely, Himiko's fault.
"Obstacle courses are all about the cosplay, right?" she had said. Honestly. And how did she even know the order of the events? I want the name of the delinquent who leaked that information to her. I won't forgive them. I truly won't.
And Mineta—stop looking at me with those bloodshot eyes. Hey, Midnight-sensei. Please, as the chief referee, tell me this outfit is against the rules. Why are you acting like nothing is wrong?
Sigh. Honestly, that Himiko... I'll have to give her a lecture later.
For now, it's time for my first duty. Since I was asked, I suppose I must do it properly. I have the script. All that's left... is to step onto the stage and speak.
As I climbed the short flight of stairs, the spectator stands came into full view. Scanning the crowd, I spotted Himiko, looking far too pleased with herself as she gripped a camera. My father was sitting next to her. When did he arrive? I have plenty I'd like to say to them, but for now, I shall ignore them.
"...The Pledge. We swear that we shall compete fairly and squarely, demonstrating the fruits of the experience we have gathered through our hard work and mutual rivalry here at this UA Sports Festival.
Athlete Representative: Madoka Kaimichi."
Good. I've finished the pledge Aizawa-sensei saddled me with. Now, I'll return to the ranks before any more strange attention gathers. Though, I feel as if I'm already being stared at like some bizarre specimen. Why on earth do I have to do this in cosplay? I'm starting to get irritated. No, calm down. Keep your composure. To let one's emotions be ruffled by such trifles is beneath a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
...Actually, I really do have to wonder about this outfit. But when Himiko looked at me with those eyes and asked, "You won't wear it for me...?" I didn't exactly have a choice.
Is this what they call the weakness of being in love? Is that it? Hmph. Romance is a troublesome thing indeed...
"You. I'm gonna kill you."
"How sudden. And how violent."
As I stepped off the stage, my 'underling' was glaring at me for some reason. He looked as though he was about to spontaneously combust. What exactly are you so displeased about?
"I was supposed to be the one up there! Why the hell are you doing the pledge, huh?!"
"It couldn't be helped. You aren't exactly the 'pledging' type, are you?"
"The hell I'm not! I'd pledge to kill everyone!!"
"So noisy. Quiet down for a moment, you fool. Is that it? Have you been lonely lately because I haven't been paying you enough attention? What a handful you are. There, there."
"Wh—Hey! Don't pat my head!!!"
A high-maintenance brat, as always. Though, I suppose I haven't had much time for him recently. I do feel a bit bad about that. So, I'll give him a few more pats. Why is his hair so prickly? It doesn't actually feel that bad to the touch... but he really should soften it up a bit. He's going to stab someone one day. Also, lower your head a bit more. How long do you intend to make me stand on my tiptoes?
"Alright! Let's get right into the first event! This year, it's THIS!!"
The Sports Festival proceeded as I continued to ruffle my underling's hair. Mineta was muttering something in the background, but I decided to pretend I didn't hear him. And Tokoyami, don't look at me with such a stunned expression. If you want head pats too, just come over here.
"—And with that, get to your positions!"
What was that? Oh dear, I wasn't listening.
...Well, it doesn't matter. It's an obstacle course, right? I just have to run toward the goal while avoiding things. The only one I'm looking forward to competing against is Iida. He's quite fast, after all.
"START!!"
Ah, it's begun. Everyone has started running. I suppose I should move too, but I'm not entirely sure which way to go. Should I just follow the leaders?
...Good grief, it's a bottleneck. Everyone is packed in like sardines. The path is too narrow. In that case... I'll just jump.
I channeled Cursed Energy into my lower body and bent my knees. My target: the walls of the narrow, crowded corridor. With one leap, I hit the smooth wall, and with the next, I kicked off toward the ceiling. The ground is buried in people, but the air is relatively clear. It seems no one else had the idea to jump. You'd think there would be plenty of Quirks for flying or leaping through the air. Can All Might jump? That man is pure muscle. Truly an absurd individual...
"OUTTA MY WAY, YOU DAMN BRAT!!"
------------------------
There are already 70+ chapters available on my Patreon!
The story will continue to update 1 chapter per day on Webnovel,
while early access chapters are posted on Patreon.
Maybe it's not worth it today but it could be later
[email protected]/Kazenova223
"And If you're enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!"