KonoSuba: DANGEROUS CHILD — Keep Away
"Ahem. Cough. Alright, let's get started. Let me check the file..."
Name: Taki. Age: sevente—
"...Wait."
Seventeen.
"...Really? Are they sure? Let me look at this again... Yeah. Seventeen. Says so right here. Okay. Fine."
Despite his— ahem —extremely... how do I put this... youthful appearance? Flowing blond hair, adorably chubby cheeks, a sweet little smile, and eyes permanently closed in those happy little arcs that make him look like the most precious thing you've ever seen. He is so cute it actually hurts. I'm not kidding. It's genuinely uncomfortable. He radiates the kind of gentle, huggable innocence that makes people instinctively want to scoop him up and protect him.
Do not be fooled.
"...Because I'm not being fooled, right? I kept reading."
That same cherubic creature is a master martial artist trained since childhood. An absolute prodigy. His techniques are lethal, targeting vital points, and his strikes can pierce and cut even with his bare hands. He hates being underestimated — and when he gets angry, a vein pops on his forehead, but that smile never, ever wavers. And if you see that vein throbbing while he's still smiling... it's already too late.
As for how he died? Well...
"...Excuse me?"
He raided a Yakuza headquarters. Alone.
"...Raided. Alone. A Yakuza headquarters. It's right here in the file. Let me just— let me keep reading."
Because they mocked his appearance. The result? Fifteen members dead. Thirty-two injured.
"...Fifteen. With his bare hands. Against knives and firearms. Yes, I read that correctly. I'm not going to question it."
This person is an anomaly. A nightmare in the shape of an angel. Someone who smiles while breaking your bones and thanks you for the starting capital.
"...Alright, moving on. What else is in here..."
When he opens his eyes— well, they're already shut in that perpetual, serene smile— he finds himself standing before Eris, the Goddess of Fortune, who is covering the shift for a colleague who got dragged off to a parallel world by some random Japanese guy. She offers him the chance to be reborn in a fantasy world oppressed by the cruel and powerful Demon King!
Fortunately, he gets to take one special ability with him. After a long and careful deliberation— "he actually thought it through, unlike a certain someone who picked the goddess herself"— he chooses the Mystic Eyes of Lethal Perception, which allow him to see the vital points of any living creature.
"...Right. That's... practical. Just practical. Nothing remotely concerning about that choice. None at all."
Now his adventure in this world begins— assuming he can scrape together enough money without causing a diplomatic incident, keep his band of eccentric party members in line, and stop his adorable appearance from attracting... complications. Because, let's be honest, when a cherub-cheeked angel can explode slimes with a single strike and take down giant toads by himself, things are bound to get... interesting.
Taki will face monsters, lead the most chaotic party in Axel, contend with women who become dangerously obsessed with his looks, and maybe— just maybe— realize his dream of building a harem while defeating the Demon King.
All while smiling innocently.
"...Good lord. Who even wrote this? Hang on a minute... Young Japanese man..."
nervous rustling of papers
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS ABERRATION IS FROM MODERN JAPAN?!"
TO BE CONTINUED...