"It's so big!"
"I knew it was going to be a bit large… but this is too HUGE!"
Two girls cooed with excitement.
"I-I'm not dreaming, right?" one of them asked.
A girl with fox ears had one hand pressed against Aoyama's thigh. Her sharp teeth parted as she panted, gazing at the towering structure that felt within arm's reach.
Her sister pushed against her, making her hand trail higher up his leg.
Her rosy scent practically clung to him, her rowdy tail flicking—brushing across his chest with indecent flair.
Do these girls have no sense of public decency?
I asked myself, trying to reposition after the two blonde girls leapt over my lap.
What do school trips all have in common?
Boringly long drives.
Dozens of students cramped together.
Supervisors telling students to look to the right.
Or overly excited superhuman girls that weigh more than they look?
Well… I got all four.
And that's how I ended up with two girls—who probably totaled around seventy to eighty pounds—pressed up against me.
How can looks be this deceiving...
I made sure they didn't accidentally touch my crown jewels as they leaned over to look out the bus's backseat window.
God dammit!
I sat here so I could try hitting on them—twins are prime targets for that objective I have to complete by dating five women with my duplicates.
Instead, I couldn't find any common ground to start a conversation, and now I was pinned under two boulders, enduring the pain just to avoid ruining my first impression by calling them heavy.
And the only bonus I got for my silence… was potentially getting closer to two borderline kitsune—with hopefully superhuman strength and soft, fluffy tails that I could've sworn smelled like roses—
"Look, it's a radio tower!" Inari Hikari—the girl with the hair bun—said, her body still over my thighs.
"I can't believe this whole city block is on campus?!" her sister, Inari Kohaku, added.
She was half-standing in the space between my legs.
Six seconds of hell was all I could take before I wanted out.
These Asian succubi had their fun—it was time I got serious about recruiting.
"Ahem."
I brought my hand to my mouth and cleared my throat.
"If you two want to peek out the window, you could've asked me to move first."
For the first time since they climbed back here, their ears perked.
"Uh, haha…" Hikari—the older sister—realized they had invaded my personal space. "I think we got carried away… can you forgive us?"
Her expression froze when she felt my hand brush against her calves as she tried to move. I accidentally let my hand slide along her legs before pulling away.
"How can I be upset when a pretty girl asks—"
I paused, then looked up at Kohaku.
"Well… two pretty girls asking for forgiveness."
I didn't wink or follow up with anything cheesy.
"But I don't plan to move. I'd like to enjoy the view too."
Instead, I looked at Kohaku's tracksuit.
She wore her hair loose, held back by a headband, letting it fall over her zipped-up jacket and striped shorts. The combination of long hair and a sporty outfit gave her a surprisingly charming presence.
She raised an eyebrow, then looked at her sister. After a moment, she turned back to me and crossed her index fingers into an "X."
She clearly expected confusion.
I ignored it.
"Hey, aren't you—"
"What's that?" I redirected, looking at Hikari instead. "Did I unknowingly lose a point because I called you beautiful first?"
I raised a brow.
"Hey, don't ignore me," Kohaku said. "I'll answer you—just ask me."
"But I want her to tell me," I said, nudging toward Hikari. "She didn't throw an X in my face the moment I looked at her~"
I winked.
"That reminds me… I don't know your name."
Hikari sat back, one foot down now, half-focused on me and half on the outside.
"It's Hikari—Inari Hikari," she said, smiling as she mimicked her sister's "X." "...And the girl who just rejected you is Kohaku, my little sister."
"Nice names. They fit two future top-tier heroines."
I put on an air of composure and playful charm, then looked back at Kohaku.
"It's a shame to get rejected without even knowing why."
"Without knowing why?" she frowned.
"Riri-nee, doesn't 'I'd like to enjoy the view too' sound like he was hitting on me? He totally was, right?"
I tried not to laugh, glancing at the kitsune with the more endowed figure pressed tightly beneath her sports bra.
"Was I~?" I chuckled. "I can see how it could be interpreted."
I shrugged, offering no defense.
Kohaku blinked, her lips parting in uncertainty.
Hikari studied her sister, then me.
"...Are you trying to say you weren't?" she asked, tilting her head. "That smirk says otherwise."
I shrugged again.
"Who knows? Maybe if I hadn't been bluntly rejected, you'd have a clearer idea of whether I meant the view outside… or something else."
I stretched my arms across the seat's backrest, enjoying the conversation far more now that I wasn't being crushed.
"By the way…" I looked at both of them. "We're approaching the testing area—if that gate is anything to go by. So how about we team up? I have a unique quirk that isn't very useful on its own, but with your help, we could rack up a lot of points."
The two sisters didn't object—instead, they grew curious.
"Now that I think about it… what is your quirk?"
"It has to be something physical," Hikari added. "You were fine with us sitting on you, and we're not exactly light thanks to our quirks."
I shook my head.
That wasn't strength—that was sheer determination.
"You see, until now, I thought my quirk was just duplicating myself into weaker and weaker versions the more I created."
I pointed to the other end of the bus.
A beam of silver energy shot out, twisting into a human silhouette. As it formed, I felt my strength split evenly between us.
"With that alone, you'd think it's trash, right?"
The bus turned, slowly approaching the gate I mentioned.
"Don't worry—I thought the same. I wouldn't have enrolled if that was all there was to it."
"Then what changed?" Hikari asked, scratching near her hair bun. "How does that involve us?"
"It started when I really looked at what my quirk is."
I leaned forward slightly.
"Quirks fall into three categories—attack, defense, and support. Mine didn't fit the first two."
"So I experimented… and realized support is where it shines."
I reached into my pocket.
"When I clone myself, it's not an illusion—it's a near-perfect copy. Same clothes, same scars, same strength—split equally—and the same speed."
"This applies to anything I'm carrying."
I pulled out a metal coin.
My clone did the same, tossing it toward me.
Then I closed my eyes—my clone dissolved into energy and re-entered my body.
Everything disappeared…
Except the coin.
I held up both.
"And if I remove items from my clone before reabsorbing it, I return to full strength—while keeping the duplicate."
I smiled.
"Meaning I can double my arsenal… as long as I don't reabsorb everything."
"Now imagine that applied to bandages… food… and—"
Their eyes lit up instantly.
Then they both looked at the duffel bag I brought.
"Weaponry~"
I grinned, grabbing the bag and opening it.
Inside were air fresheners, six five-inch nitroglycerin bottles, a lighter, a crowbar, a handheld taser, black fiber rope, walkie-talkies, flare sticks, and drill-powered electric roller skates.
They were impressed… but the Tennyson in me knew I could do better.
I closed the bag—since this system tracks my actions, I might as well go all out rather than rely only on equipment my predecessor prepared.
"Like I said, my quirk's strength lies in support. As long as I can maintain a clone, I can duplicate anything I deem useful."
He put his right foot over his bag.
"Buttons. Needles…" he murmured, the inside of his shoe shining with clone light.
The two looked at him with newfound interest.
I needed to shine—my leg swirled, light moving with no purpose other than being my stage light.
System, how many skills do I currently have access to?