The World God Only Knows:Volume 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Rainy Blue Story
This time, the conquest was completely unprecedented. In the rain, Keima suddenly said,
“I like you.”
And what he got in return was a slap.
PA! The slap rang through the skies.
“…Don’t harass me.”
They were standing in front of the railing.
Below them, the dark grey river that reflected the dark sky flowed through.
There was nothing else besides the sound of rain and flowing water.
“…”
‘The God of Conquest’ Keima pressed onto his face that got slapped and continued to look at that girl. His face didn’t show any anger or shock.
He merely continued to look at the girl.
And then,
“Please take this.”
And tried to close in on her again.
In other words,
“Roses really suit you.”
Keima knelt down on the muddy ground and handed that bouquet of roses. On a side note, he was wearing a white cocktail suit.
He didn’t care that his clothes got dirtied.
“Please have this.”
He merely said this with all his heart.
“…”
The girl continued to watch the bouquet of flowers silently.
Her eyes were completely emotionless.
Her eyes weren’t moved at all.
She didn’t look like she was moved by Keima at all. She had short light-blue hair, a good-looking face, and clear white skin. She was really an outstanding beauty. However, her expression lacked emotions, which humans should have, thus, one would feel that she’s a puppet that was moving and talking.
She reached her small and white hand,
“I don’t want to.”
And then, she grabbed that bouquet of flowers and rolled them up.
“…How many times must I explain it to you? I don’t need other people.”
She actually threw the flowers off the other side of the railing.
Into the river.
“!”
Her actions caused Elsie, who was observing from afar, to be completely speechless. However, Keima didn’t frown at all.
He was completely calm.
He looked at the bouquet of bright red roses that flowed away with the river.
“…Fu.”
He gave a fearless look and looked completely motivated.
“I’ll try to melt your heat, no matter how much time it takes.”
He waved his hand. Even though it wasn’t as many as the number of flowers just now, there was another rose on his fingertip.
He learned this magic trick just to perform for this girl.
That skill was so amazing that anyone would be astounded.
The girl blinked her eyes that didn’t show any emotion,
“Are you an idiot?”
Keima chuckled.
“I’m not an idiot.”
“I think you are, or you wouldn’t even belittle me. Three days ago, you were crying and trying to get my sympathy. Two days ago, you tried to look intimidating. Yesterday, you became a sportsman. What’s it today? A professional gentleman? A magician?”
“…”
Keima smiled mysteriously.
“…”
The girl looked at Keima silently, and sighed.
“Go away. Don’t let me see you again.”
She pushed Keima’s shoulders aside and wanted to get away. Keima didn’t resist as he let himself get pushed aside by her.
The girl lowered her head slightly and went past Keima.
The girl’s light aroma came. Her head was right at Keima’s shoulders, and looking closely, one would find her rather petite.
Keima waited until the girl walked away for a while, and broke his silence before scratching his head and asking,
“…It’s raining now. Why don’t you have your umbrella?”
“…”
The girl stopped, and then turned around.
“…You asked this before. I’ll only answer this once.”
“Un.”
“Because I,”
She looked completely expressionless,
“I am nothing. That’s nothing for me to treasure.”
Keima looked at the girl’s face, and then gave a wry smile.
“I see.”
“…I’m going then.”
Thus, the girl continued to move on in the rain.
She didn’t have an umbrella.
And she let herself be drenched by the rain.
“…”
Keima continued to watch that petite figure move away silently until she vanished on the other side of the bridge before sighing.
“Eh.”
“Kami nii-sama…”
At this moment, Elsie descended from the sky.
“Are you alright?”
She should be worried about Keima, who took a slap on the face from that girl. Then, she seemed to be a little angry.
“That girl’s too much! She’s violent and even threw away the flowers I prepared. Uu~!”
“…”
Keima put his hands into his pockets and continued to watch the girl leave.
“Kami nii-sama.”
Elsie asked cautiously.
“Have you checked it out?”
“Yes.”
Keima nodded his head as he gave a complicated look,
“Investigations complete.”
“…”
He turned to look at Elsie and looked serious before saying,
“Fuse Aoba…that girl.”
“Is a genius.”
These words started off the prologue to the birth of an amazing galge gamer.
The reason why both of them would interact with each other was because of something completely trivial. That girl’s name was Fuse Aoba, someone Keima and Elsie met on the way out (when they went to buy games).
The girl who didn’t look emotional went by. Keima glanced a bit, and at this moment, Elsie,
“Ah, kami nii-sama, there’s a response!”
DURUDURDURUDURU! She pressed onto the skull-shaped hair decoration and exclaimed.
“…I see.”
Back then, Keima sighed slightly.
At that moment, he merely thought that another conquest was about to begin, that’s all.
Soon after, Keima investigated her thoroughly.
That girl’s called Fuse Aoba.
She’s living on the street one stop down the train station near the Katsuragis, and like Keima, studies at Mijima High School as a second year.
Her family only consisted of her parents.
She didn’t often go out. It seemed that she didn’t go out often, but her parents weren’t normally at home.
Keima quickly investigated all of these in a manner even a detective firm would be proud of, and then started to investigate on his conquest target. Basically, what he used was through coincidence and interaction, and then found out her actions and habits to shrink the difference between them bit by bit.
Encounter, interaction, increasing chances to talk.
However, during this process,
“…”
Keima would often frown in a troubled manner and fold his arms. As it’s really rare to see Keima like this, Elsie,
“What happened, kami nii-sama?”
Asked in a doubtful manner.
“This person’s like this.”
Keima muttered to himself. And then, to Elsie’s surprise, Keima actually carried out what would be a reckless ‘love confession’ strategy. Keima would change his role every day like what he said to Aoba on that rainy day at the bridge.
And then,
“…Don’t bother me!”
Every single time, he would get slapped by Aoba. Elsie felt really shocked, but Keima,
“Seems like I’m right…”
He muttered,
“She’s really a ‘genius’.”
Whether it’s Keima or that girl, Elsie didn’t understand them at all.
“Erm, why is Aoba-san a genius…”
At this moment, Keima,
<Girl conquest entrance.>
Started a lecture…
<Lacking parts equal to parts that can be repaired, which meant infinite possibilities!>
Keima was dressed in a white robe, standing in front of the whiteboard and writing furiously. Elsie sat at the seat in front of the whiteboard and looked troubled as she,
“Ex, excuse me.”
Raised her hand, but Keima ignored her completely.
“Let’s begin the lesson.”
He clapped his hands, and looked just like a lecturer.
“To classify girls, there are many points of entries, like personalities. Take one personality for example, the so-called tsundere is those who are vicious in their words yet shy and blushing when alone…that’s common knowledge. Also, there’s the prim and proper class representative type, the big sister type, and we can classify them as much as we want. However, I’m going to focus on the ‘lacking part’.”
“…Lacking part, right?”
Elsie had given up on questioning and became an obedient student.
Keima pushed his glasses.
“That’s right. Now, allow me to raise an example. Do you still remember the conquest of the track and field club member Takehara Ayumi?”
“I, I do.”
Even if Elsie wanted to forget about it, she couldn’t. That was the first time she worked together with Keima.
“At that moment, Ayumi felt that she was officially chosen to be a representative because she was lucky, so she lost ‘confidence’ in herself when she couldn’t run well. You understand that, right?”
“U~uu.”
Elsie tried to recall.
That was the first time she met Keima, and now, the first thing that appeared is that shocked look of Keima and her worry whether he would be okay. However, it was just like what Keima said.
“Un, I understand.”
Keima nodded his hand.
“So I used ‘confidence’ to fill up that gap. There is something you need to take note here.”
Keima started to scribble furiously on the whiteboard again.
<A coach isn’t a boyfriend, but it’s not a bad idea to combine them together!>
After writing this, he started explaining again.
“I have only one aim, and that’s to make her fall into the ‘river of love’. Thus, I can’t just let her have confidence, but that I need to let ‘me’ make her feel ‘confident’. This may be easier to explain things. When ‘I’ replaced Takehara Ayumi’s ‘confidence’, and when both of them were the same, the conquest’s complete.”
“?”
Elsie used her fingers to support her chin and look at the ceiling in a puzzled manner.
It seemed that she still didn’t understand.
Keima sighed.
“Second case. Do you still remember the judo club’s Kasuga Kusanoki?”
“Of course I do!”
Elsie immediately nodded her head.
“That martial artist?”
“That’s right.”
Keima nodded and again faced Elsie.
What she lacked was a clear straightforward ‘me’. ‘The me who should be a martial artist’ and ‘the me who should be a woman’ broke her up, and like I implied, there were signs of cracks there. Thus, I provided clues for her to solve this problem. Finally, she chose to be a ‘martial artist’, left her ‘feminine side’ to deal with later, and established ‘herself’.”
“…”
“To put it simply, she decided to work harder, and after becoming stronger, she would then try to chase after her feminine side. And the one who created this idea in her was me.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Elsie continued to nod away.
“Just like that.”
Keima again scribbled quickly,
<Remember, a girl’s sensibility is the door to romance.>
And then slammed the whiteboard.
Elsie’s mind immediately showed a giant gate that was rumbling open as light shone from inside.
“Once ‘I’ fill in that lacking part of my target, the ‘romance’ could be established.”
“…In other words.”
Elsie pondered.
“You have to deal with the problem with the target?”
“That’s right.”
Keima gave a rare kind smile and nodded his head.
“Well put. That’s right, Elsie.”
As it was rare for Elsie to be praised, she first gave a troubled look, and then,
“Hehehe.”
She collapsed on the table and smiled as her face showed a slight red. At this moment, Keima showed a really troubled look.
“?”
Elsie felt somewhat weird, and Keima sighed as he said,
“But once I mention this Fuse Aoba, things would be complicated.”
“What’s that?”
Elsie asked as according to what Keima taught,
“What does Aoba-san lack?”
“That girl.”
Keima seemed to be really heavy hearted.
“She lacked too many things.”
“Eh?”
Elsie couldn’t help but exclaim out.
“in other words,”
Keima continued to stare at Elsie and said,
“In terms of conquest targets, she seemed to be the toughest kind, because she has no desire for anything.”
Elsie couldn’t say anything for a while…
“You said she lacked everything, and,”
While Elsie was still murmuring, Keima again sighed and said,
“Normally speaking, humans have their own likes and dislikes, and have things that they’re good in and bad in to develop their characters. In other words, as everyone’s interaction with the real world is different, there will be an entry point for conquest. This can be said to be the interest everyone has in real life.”
“…”
“For example, Takehara Ayumi is ‘interested’ in track, and she was already ‘good’ at it, but ‘lost’ her confidence in track, which caused a gap within her heart, got it?”
“Ah, I understand.”
“Next, Kasuga Kusanoki, both ‘the me as a martial artist’ and ‘the me as a woman’ were in conflict with each other, so there was a gap within her. You understand?”
“Understood.”
“Then,”
Keima smiled slightly, and then said,
“Think of an Ayumi who has no interest in track and field and will not be bothered even if she can’t run, or a Kasuga Kusanoki who didn’t feel that being a martial artist or a woman was important and didn’t need to maintain her pride and dignity.”
“Ah!”
Elsie couldn’t help but exclaim,
“Then…”
She then reached her hand out to cover her mouth.
“That’s the case.”
Keima said sternly.
“Normally speaking, the entry points of conquests involve the good and bad of the target, habits, interests, emotions, personality. If the person doesn’t have anything,”
He paused,
“It’s theoretically impossible to conquer…”
“Uu.”
Elsie was almost completely speechless.
“Tha…that means.”
“These kind of people are very rare. It’s because their abilities are way too unique that they lost interest in everything in the real world, even themselves. In an ordinary person’s heart, one would have expectations and dreams about their future,”
Keima continued,
“However, Aoba’s heart didn’t have thoughts of ‘it’ll be great if I can do this’. The reason why I deliberately tried all sorts of reckless methods to get close to her was merely to test her response and ability…basically, she doesn’t seem to have anything she is interested in, is proud of or wants to protect. This is likely because she was already too perfect right from the beginning and could see everything too clearly. It’s because she’s a genius that she has nothing to ask for.”
“…”
Elsie frantically waved her arms.
“The, then, what should we do?”
“…”
Keima pondered for a while.
“No, there’s still a way. If she doesn’t have an interest…I’ll create one for her.”
“Eh?”
Elsie looked completely mystified and didn’t understand what Keima meant by this. Keima repeated.
“I want her to have a ‘desire’, to have something that she can really treasure. Listen up, Elsie, at least she can reject me. If she really has no interest in this world at all, she probably wouldn’t even have responded to me. In that case, she might have some conflicting views, but the fact that she has a runaway spirit in her should be a form of saving grace to her. In other words, if things remained like this, she won’t be satisfied at all.”
He added on,
“There’s a possibility in this.”
A bright twinkle flashed through Keima’s eyes.
