The ocean, like a deep blue love letter, holds an inexplicable allure, making one irresistibly want to open it and read it carefully.
…
"The sea! Here I come!"
A young man, handsome enough to be Japan's number one host, shouted, completely ignoring the strange looks from those around him.
Kamishiro Shiro; black hair, squinted eyes, standing at 185 cm, with what appeared to be a perfectly toned body!
A "lucky" (pitiful) soul who was sent to another world by a truck.
Originally, he thought he would end up in a world of cultivation, Lovecraftian horrors, or supernatural beings, but no, it was just light novel Japan!
Twenty years had passed, and his life was so peaceful it couldn't be any more mundane. No cheat systems, no overpowered abilities, no nothing.
As he grew up, he even investigated whether any anime characters he knew existed, but there was not a single one!
He had arrived in an anime-like world that he wasn't familiar with!
And how did Kamishiro Shiro figure out that he was in a fictional world?
The overwhelming number of brightly colored hairstyles on the streets made it impossible not to notice!
…
Upon realizing all this, Shiro gave up. He resigned himself to being a prodigy and a scumbag.
That's right, using his past life's knowledge, he effortlessly became a child prodigy and later a light novel author, successfully achieving financial independence and escaping the fate of inheriting his family's tea shop!
And since he had the soul of an adult, middle-school Shiro naturally became a very competent scumbag.
One of the reasons he chose a seaside university was to escape his ex-girlfriends...
No!
Not even ex-girlfriends! Shiro insisted that he had never been in a relationship, just engaged in friendly exchanges!
Of course, the main reason was that Shiro loved the ocean; the sound of the waves, the bright sunlight, and the sight of a boy running toward him with two naked men behind him…
Everything was so beautiful....
like hell it was!
Shiro's normally squinted eyes shot wide open in horror. He bolted without a second thought, abandoning his luggage. Surely his physique wasn't developed enough to attract the attention of other men yet, right?!
Was there a typo in this love letter from the sea?!
"Stop right there, freshman!"
…
Unfortunately, speed was not Shiro's strong suit. Before he knew it, the clothed boy had already caught up to him.
"Holy shit! Idiot Kitahara?!"
Seeing the boy's face, Shiro instantly cursed.
Wasn't this the idiot from the inn next to his house?! How the hell did they end up meeting here?!
"!!! Squinty-eyed scumbag!"
Kitahara Iori also stared in disbelief at Shiro.
Judging from their choice of nicknames for each other… they had a history.
A debt-related history.
"What, did you steal their AV tapes or interrupt their fun or something?! And can you stop dragging me along?! Just embrace those two gentlemen—I think their 'blades' are already thirsty!"
"Like hell! I don't even know why they're chasing me! You can't abandon me, squinty eyes! Remember, I still owe you 50,000 yen! If you ditch me, I'll just accept that as your gift to me!"
"Screw that! I don't want the 50,000 yen anymore, consider it my wedding gift for you and those two!"
"Dream on!"
Kitahara immediately grabbed Shiro's pants.
Since escape was impossible, he was determined to drag someone down with him!
"Bastard!"
…
Kamishiro Shiro felt violated.
A fully muscular, blonde-haired man had just thrown him back.
Yes—thrown.
As in, walking while tossing him into the air! Did dignity even matter anymore?!
Like hunters returning with their prized catch, the two muscle-bound men carried him back to their lair (at least that's how Shiro saw it).
Grand Blue!
For some reason, upon seeing this sign, Shiro felt as if his youthful days were slipping away…
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"Yo, welcome back, Iori. Have you gotten over your homesickness? Eh? Why is there one more?"
Inside Grand Blue, a white-haired uncle reading a newspaper glanced up at them.
Although everything looked normal and the old man seemed familiar, Shiro couldn't shake the feeling of being stared down by the chief of savages.
With no means of resisting, Kamishiro Shiro could only glare at Kitahara with all the hatred he could muster.
It was all this bastard's fault!
"Oh, the extra one? We ran into a fellow freshman, so I just invited him along."
Shiro: You call tossing someone up and down an invitation?! You damned blonde muscle chucklefuck!
"Speaking of which, freshman, at a certain age, men always have to leave their parents. You'll get used to it soon. If anything happens, feel free to consult with us!"
Thank the heavens, the beasts were busy educating Kitahara about how men eventually leave their homes, leaving Shiro alone for now.
But could they at least put on some clothes while lecturing?! Those two mosaics, could they not tone it down a little?!
Shiro subtly moved closer to the white-haired old man. At least the chief was wearing clothes.
"Uh, Uncle, what exactly is this place? Is this your lair? Also, can I call the cops?"
The report would be public indecency.
He was sure the police would definitely take action.
"How rude. This is clearly a diving shop. I thought my shop was well-known."
The white-haired uncle seemed troubled.
Shiro looked around; empty beer cans, empty whiskey bottles, empty vodka bottles, naked men, an idiot getting tormented by naked men, and his own kidnapping experience.....
Uncle, how do you have the audacity to call this a diving shop?!
He screamed internally as he desperately searched for an escape route.
As for Kitahara?
That idiot went to an all-boys high school. He was probably already transformed into one of them. That 50,000 yen? Consider it his medical expenses.
Meanwhile, over there, they were already discussing how to play strip rock-paper-scissors.
As expected of you, Kitahara Iori. You truly belong here.
Now was the perfect chance—Shiro was ready to act!
"Hey… Kamishiro-kun?"
"What?"
Hearing someone call him, Shiro instinctively turned around.
And then his expression froze.
Because he saw the old man grinning brightly at him.
"Ah, it really is Kamishiro-kun. No wonder you looked familiar. I didn't expect you to come here with Iori. Truly, childhood friends through and through!"
Wait… me? Childhood friends with Kitahara?!
"Uh… Uncle, do we know each other?"
"Eh? Kamishiro-kun, did you forget? I'm Iori's uncle, Kotegawa. I even took your sister Nana to your house to buy tea before."
BOOM!
Kamishiro Shiro's mind exploded.
He suddenly remembered.
And that meant—
"Father-in-law!!!"
"…I don't recall marrying off my daughter to you."
Kotegawa felt like he had just invited trouble.
Since this was his future father-in-law, Shiro decided to stay put.
Sure, he was a scumbag, but he did long for marriage, especially with a Yamato Nadeshiko type. The kind of woman who could singlehandedly run a tea house!
As an only child, Shiro wanted to enjoy a carefree life without disappointing his parents.
This was the perfect solution.
Of course… he figured his parents would be fine for now. He could afford to be a scumbag for just a little longer.
It's always good to lock down a target early on, after all. (ˉ▽￣～)
"So, Kamishiro-kun, are you here for university?"
"That's right. I'm studying mechanical engineering at Izu University."
"I see. That's great~"
The shop owner gave him a knowing smile.
The moment Shiro saw that smile, his dream of a bright future shattered!
Something was wrong!
BAM!
A strong arm suddenly wrapped around Shiro's neck.
A giga-chad with a Titan-sized face loomed over him.
"I heard that, freshman~!"
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
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T/N: Your favorite? Translator san is at it again! Now, surrender all those valuables as a friendly greeting!