Kazuma Sato, a second-year high school student, accidentally introduces himself as a hero from another world on his first day at a new school. That night, the naked goddess Aqua falls through his ceiling. She was supposed to take Kazuma to a fantasy world, but due to a paperwork error, both have been reborn as modern Japanese high school students. The next day, Megumin, a chuunibyou girl, and Darkness, a masochistic lady, also turn out to be reincarnated from that same world.
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Blessings on This Wonderful School Life! - On the day of the culture festival, the otherworld café makes a stunning comeback! A miraculous day created by the five of them.
The October sky was a piercing blue, perfect for a festival.
And yet, Satou Kazuma's footsteps were heavy. Even the sound of his shoes crossing the main gate of Hiyonagi First High School seemed somehow subdued.
Yesterday's phone call still clung to his ears.
*"This is the school's decision."*
Miyahara Tadahiko's apologetic voice. The mild-mannered Japanese literature teacher had hedged his words more than ever before. With the culture festival just one day away, Class 2-3's "Isekai Café" had been ordered to shut down.
The reasons: Megumin's Explosion magic, and Darkness's customer service attitude. Complaints had been filed with the school, apparently.
"Haa..."
Kazuma stopped once in front of the gate and looked up at the sky.
*(The culture festival is today.)*
If he went to the classroom, his classmates would be there, busy with preparations. There would be people hyped up, decorating like idiots. How was he supposed to walk into that circle, and what was he supposed to say?
No.
*(Not yet.)*
Kazuma pressed his lips together.
The bond between the five of them had been confirmed yesterday. The four goddesses, each carrying her own feelings, had trusted him, thought of him, and overcome that confession. And even after receiving that despairing phone call, all of them had stood up.
In that case, he couldn't be the first one to break.
Kazuma headed straight for the faculty office.
The morning faculty office smelled of coffee mixed with the ink of paperwork.
Kazuma took a single deep breath at the entrance.
Then, spotting his target, he walked over briskly.
"Miyahara-sensei."
In front of the teacher's desk, Miyahara Tadahiko turned around. The forty-two-year-old Japanese literature teacher narrowed his eyes behind his glasses, looking just a little sad.
"Satou-kun... I truly am sorry about today."
"Sensei."
Kazuma straightened his back.
And then, he dropped to both knees on the spot. He placed both hands on the floor. His forehead touched the cold linoleum.
It was a dogeza.
"Please."
The faculty office fell silent for a moment.
"Please let Class 2-3's Isekai Café resume. We'll figure something out. Megumin's Explosion magic, Darkness's customer service—I'll take responsibility and handle it all. So please."
His voice trembled.
Last night, the four of them had sworn it. Kazuma would stand at the center and bind everyone together. This time, it was his turn to act.
Miyahara let out a deep sigh.
"...Satou-kun, raise your head."
"Sensei."
"I understand how you feel. I know better than anyone how much you've looked after those three. ...But, Satou-kun."
Miyahara's voice was bitter.
"Kurenai-san dug a crater three meters in diameter in the schoolyard. That has already become a daily occurrence. But this time, during culture festival preparations, she tried to modify cooking equipment. It's far too dangerous."
"I'll stop her."
"Kirishima-san failed her interview by saying, 'I will turn your company into hell.' ...I can't even imagine what she might say to customers during actual service."
"I'll be right next to her, covering for everything."
"Amano-san got the sign order wrong. She also added extra charges on her own... The culture festival budget is already at its limit."
"Aqua will get serious today. She can do it when she tries."
It was a back-and-forth so absurd he could almost laugh at himself.
But Kazuma couldn't afford to back down.
"...Sensei. I want to do the culture festival with them. We made a promise yesterday. That the five of us would make it the best day ever. ...They're moving for my sake, for the first time. I don't want to waste those feelings."
His forehead, pressed against the floor, throbbed.
Miyahara fell silent.
The silence was heavy.
That was when it happened.
"Miyahara-sensei."
A clear, dignified voice rang through the faculty office.
Kazuma's head snapped up.
At the entrance stood a girl with long, silvery-white straight hair tied back into a single tail. Deep violet-silver eyes. Star-shaped earrings at her ears, catching the morning light.
Shirasaki Eris.
The student council president who stood at the top of this school.
"Satou-kun... please raise your head. Miyahara-sensei, and Satou-kun. Could I have a moment of your time?"
She stepped forward quietly, but with an elegance that brooked no argument.
"Regarding Class 2-3's culture festival exhibit, the student council has a proposal."
Miyahara adjusted his glasses.
"The student council president herself?"
"Yes. The student council regards this matter with gravity. Because this cancellation decision did not go through the student council's prior review. Originally, the approval of exhibits should be determined by the student council after confirming safety. If the teaching staff unilaterally decides such things, it sets a problematic precedent."
Eris's voice was unwavering.
Kazuma, still sitting formally on the floor, looked up at her profile.
*(Amazing...)*
So this was the power of the student council president.
"Of course, safety is the highest priority. So how about this? Class 2-3's Isekai Café will be permitted to resume under student council supervision, with conditions. There are three conditions. One: all dangerous activities, including Explosion magic, are prohibited during café operation. Two: customer service manners must be observed, and if visitors are inconvenienced, the café will be shut down immediately. Three: in the unlikely event that problems arise, responsibility will be shared jointly by the student council and Class 2-3. If these conditions are acceptable, I will authorize the resumption under my authority as student council president."
The air in the faculty office grew tense.
Homeroom teachers from other classes had stopped what they were doing, documents in hand, and were watching.
Miyahara let out a deep sigh.
"...If the student council president is willing to go that far, the school has no choice but to approve."
"Thank you very much."
Eris bowed deeply.
And then, she glanced at Kazuma.
Those violet-silver eyes sparkled mischievously for just an instant.
"Satou-kun. That's a promise."
"Yeah."
Kazuma finally stood up from the floor.
His knees were shaking.
His heart was pounding.
He'd done it. They could still fight.
"Now then, let's return to the classroom. Everyone is waiting."
With that, Eris opened the door leading to the hallway.
When Kazuma returned to Class 2-3's classroom, he immediately noticed something strange.
In one corner of the classroom, there were four masses of bizarre energy.
"Kazuma! Look, look! I fixed the sign! It said 'Isekai Café' but it was written as 'Isekai Café' with the wrong character, so I corrected it properly! How about that? I'm the goddess with the most beautiful handwriting in the world, right?"
Swaying her light-blue long hair, Aqua proudly held up a messy cardboard sign. She had apparently forcibly rewritten over the characters with correction fluid, and it was now impossible to tell what it said.
"No, that's not it."
His stomach twinged sharply.
"Kazuma, look over here! I have developed a small-scale Explosion device for the kitchen as the centerpiece of this culture festival!"
Flourishing her black cape, her crimson eyes gleaming, Megumin was making something out of cooking utensils she'd taken from the home economics room. For some reason, an insurance pamphlet was wrapped around a bowl.
"No, that just looks like a half-finished time bomb."
"How rude! This is a magical device that explosively solves the problem of cooking heat control! I call it 'Blaze of Kitchen'! ...Although the adjustments are not yet complete."
Megumin puffed out her chest with full confidence.
"Kazuma-san, please look at my customer service script."
Swaying her wavy blonde hair, Darkness held out a thick notebook.
"'Welcome, what would you like to order?' 'Hah? Curry? At this insanely busy time, how dare you say something so shameless? Do you want to be roasted over a fire and burned to death?' ...What do you think, Kazuma-san? This perfect line to irritate customers."
Darkness read her script aloud with dreamy eyes.
"You do realize that would get us shut down immediately even after resuming, right?"
"What did you say!? ...Ah, 'shut down immediately'... those words, what a sweet ring they have. Say it more, Kazuma-san."
Darkness blushed and writhed her body.
Kazuma clutched his head.
*(These people are hopeless...)*
His stomach had been screaming since morning.
But at the same time, he thought:
*(Even so, we're doing this.)*
"...You three, listen up."
Kazuma raised his voice.
The three of them stopped moving instantly.
"I did a dogeza to Miyahara-sensei. Thanks to Eris, we somehow managed to get permission to resume with conditions. ...So just for today, do what I say. Got it? No explosions. Don't anger the customers. Don't fix the sign."
The three of them blinked.
"Kazuma... you did a dogeza?"
Aqua's voice suddenly became small.
"...Yeah."
"Kazuma... for my sake... did a dogeza..."
Aqua's blue eyes welled up rapidly.
"Don't cry. I haven't even done anything yet."
"But... but..."
"Kazuma. ...I have duly received your manly spirit. I shall use my Explosion to lead this culture festival to victory."
Megumin spoke quietly but powerfully.
"Of course, no exploding."
"Naturally. However, I will show my art. I shall inscribe the soul of Explosion upon this sign."
"Kazuma-san has gone that far for us. I shall accept the humiliation carved into this body and the reprimands from customers without reservation, and perform perfect customer service."
Darkness closed her eyes as if in ecstasy.
"No, perfect customer service is great, but don't seek out reprimands."
Kazuma sighed.
But strangely, the stomach pain from earlier had eased just a little.
Opening preparations proceeded noisily but steadily.
Aqua, as if her usual laziness had been a lie, was reading the menu with a serious expression.
"Um... curry is for the customer at table five... coffee comes in hot and iced... Kazuma, I've mastered taking orders. Watch me."
Her light-blue hair flowing over her white apron, Aqua made a small victory pose.
"You practicing how to take orders—isn't that a sign it'll snow tomorrow?"
"How mean! I am the goddess with the greatest talent for serving in the world! Whether it's party tricks or serving, if I cover it with beauty, it's perfect!"
"Nobody's talking about party tricks."
"...But you know, Kazuma. I want to be useful to everyone today. We promised yesterday, right? That the five of us would make it the best culture festival ever. ...Even I want to have a role, next to you."
Aqua suddenly said with a solemn expression.
Her blue eyes looked straight at Kazuma.
*(Is this really Aqua?)*
"...I see. Then I'm counting on you. Head Server."
Kazuma deliberately said it lightly.
Aqua broke into a smile like a flower blooming.
"Leave it to me! As expected of Kazuma's master—no, his beloved goddess—the look of trust in your eyes is different!"
"Neither of those is right."
With the opening chime, visitors began pouring into the Isekai Café one after another.
First-year students with their parents, the neighborhood senior citizens' club, groups of high school girls from other schools. Everyone looked around the decorated classroom with curiosity. On the blackboard was a menu in beautiful handwriting that Eris had helped with. On the windows were thick magic circle decorations drawn by Megumin.
"Welcome!"
Aqua greeted the first customers with a beaming smile.
"What would you like to order?"
"Um, one curry and two coffees."
"Certainly! Two curries and one coffee, right!"
"...Oh, it's the other way around."
"Yes! Two curries and one coffee, understood!"
Aqua ran off to the kitchen with full confidence.
"Hey, Aqua. That was backwards. One curry and two coffees."
Kazuma hurried after her.
"What!? But that customer had a curry-like face!"
"Don't j
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