ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 169: Crazy Victory, Crazy Life ( )

The boy who had accidentally bet on Hazuki was now sprinting at full speed through the dusty street, his little feet kicking up clouds of dirt with every frantic step. Clutched in his arms were the groceries—and more importantly, two gleaming gold coins jingling in his pocket.

"Mama!! Mama!!"

He burst through the door, nearly dropping the bag of vegetables in his rush.

His mother turned around, eyes narrowing in concern. "What’s all that shouting about? Did you forget something—?"

"I-I won, Mama! I won!! I bet one silver coin on the crazy guy, and he won!! Look! Look!!" He held out the two gold coins with both hands, as if presenting treasure to a queen.

Her jaw dropped. "You what?! You gambled—?!"

"I-I didn’t mean to!" he stammered. "I got pushed and dropped the coin, and they said I couldn’t get it back!! B-but then he beat them all! All of them!!"

She stared at him in disbelief, then glanced at the coins again... and sighed, kneeling down to his level.

"You’re lucky, you little rascal..." she muttered softly. "Next time, just stick to buying onions like I told you." She gently hugged him, holding back a laugh.

The boy’s face lit up. "Can we have meat tonight?"

She smiled and ruffled his hair. "...We’ll have plenty of meat tonight."

"Yay!!!" The boy jumped around the room like a spring-loaded rabbit, punching the air with his tiny fists. "And then—bam!!—he kicked the armor guy so hard he flew! And he punched a girl with two swords! And then—whoosh!—he spun in the air and kicked the mage lady like this!" He twirled wildly, nearly tripping over the sack of vegetables.

His mother couldn’t help but laugh, her hand softly covering her mouth. It’d been so long since she’d seen her son this bright, this excited, this full of life.

"Sounds like he was really something," she said gently, crouching beside him to fix his scarf.

"You wouldn’t believe it, Mama!" he exclaimed, bouncing again. "He didn’t even use his sword! He just used his fists! Like punch! and kick! And he said something about... gender something, I dunno! But it was cool!"

She let out a soft giggle and pulled him into a warm embrace. "Good boy~"

"Eheheheh~," the boy buried his face into her shoulder, cheeks glowing with pride.

For just a moment, in their humble little house, everything felt like it was going to be okay.

Meanwhile, in the arena, Hazuki stood in the middle of the battered field, casually staring at the gold coin in his hand.

"Yep. This can buy me all the wine I want," he muttered to himself with a satisfied smirk.

He flicked the coin into the air once, caught it effortlessly, then slipped it into his coin pouch. With the same lazy energy, he reached for his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and began strolling toward the exit as if he’d just finished shopping at the local market.

"Or maybe," Ridan chimed in, floating in circles above his head in that ridiculous cheerleader outfit, "you should use it to buy a new leather bag!"

Hazuki yawned and ignored him.

The crowd, still trying to process what just happened, watched in stunned silence.

"...He’s just talking to the air again."

"This crazy guy really won. Easily."

"And now he’s having a full-blown conversation with nothing."

"No, wait—someone said he can talk to spirits."

"Spirits? Like a Spirit User?"

"Maybe. You saw that pink aura swirl around his last attack, right? That wasn’t normal."

"Could’ve been spirit power..."

"...Or maybe he’s just insane."

As murmurs and theories spread like wildfire among the spectators, Hazuki gave a half-hearted wave over his shoulder—whether to the crowd or to Ridan, no one could tell.

Then—

"I’M BUYING THE WINE!!!" Hazuki shouted into the open air, raising both fists in triumph as his voice echoed across the arena exit.

More heads turned. More stares.

"...There he goes again. Yelling at nothing."

"Yep. Definitely crazy."

Behind him, Ridan floated in a spiral, now back in his hazy spirit form.

"BUY A LEATHER BAG SO YOU CAN CARRY MORE LOOT, DUMBASS!!!"

Hazuki flinched like he’d been hit by a mosquito, clicked his tongue, and muttered, "Tch... nags more than a landlord."

To everyone else, it just looked like the unhinged fighter was arguing with the sky again.

"...He’s talking to the sky."

"I think the sky just pissed him off."

The crowd parted for the "crazy guy" like he was royalty.

"I told you, dumbass! Buy a leather bag!" Ridan barked while spinning around Hazuki’s head like a nagging ghost mosquito. "Just look at that thing you’re carrying—it’s hanging by a thread. It’s gonna snap and scatter all your loot in the street!"

Hazuki glanced at his battered bag, its seams strained and groaning like an overworked mule. He winced.

"And another thing!" Ridan jabbed a spectral finger in the air. "You still haven’t sold the loot inside! If you blow that gold on wine, where the hell are you gonna stash the bottles, huh? Up your butt?"

"Ugh..." Hazuki muttered, trying—and failing—to think of a comeback. "...Shut up."

"Leather bag! Leather bag! Leather bag!" Ridan began chanting like a tiny, floating protester, swirling in circles around Hazuki’s head.

"FINE!! I’ll buy the stupid leather bag!!" Hazuki shouted, raising his hands in surrender.

Ridan paused mid-spin, grinning. "That’s my partner!" he cheered. "Off we go to the shop before—!"

Hazuki stopped walking.

"Errr..."

"What?" Ridan halted mid-spin.

"...Can we go to a different shop? I kinda lost the mood for the one earlier."

"Because of those idiots?"

Hazuki nodded grimly.

Ridan let out a long ghostly sigh. "...Well, suit yourself."

Ridan floated higher into the air like a lazy balloon, scanning the street from above. Then suddenly—

"Over there, Hazuki!! That shop! That’s the one!" he shouted, voice bubbling with excitement. "Nice shopkeeper lady! Huge booty! Big melons! Total jackpot!"

Hazuki squinted in the direction Ridan pointed. "I can’t ogle her anyway, dumbass!" he called back.

"You can’t. I can. Kekeke~" Ridan giggled like a middle-aged drunk with no shame.

Hazuki rolled his eyes. "Which one? That one?"

He followed Ridan’s ghostly finger and spotted a shop near the corner, where a cheerful beastkin woman was arranging some leather goods. She had soft brown fur, a wide tail, and—yep—she was stacked like a fruit stall in summer.

Hazuki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I didn’t realize your taste was full-fur type."

Ridan crossed his arms mid-air. "Well, I’m a spirit anyway. As long as it jiggles and bounces—with that size? Ah~"

Hazuki shot him a deadpan look. "You are the worst."

"Hey, don’t be jealous~ You can’t ogle any girl, but me? I’m your guide, your partner. I never ask for payment, so at least let me enjoy this."

Hazuki sighed heavily, like a man whose every life decision was regret incarnate. "Right, right. Go enjoy your pervert fetish. I’ll focus on buying the bag."

Ridan spun gleefully in the air. "That’s my Hazuki!! Kekeke~"

( End Of Chapter )