I turn this Otome game into Fighting game by mistake...

"Tell me where your hideout is," Willhart grabbed the thug by the collar, staring straight into his eyes.

"Heh, bad news for you, I'm the king of endurance—ah, please stop slapping me, I'm sorry!"

"Talk."

"It's not far, really, just around here," the thug pointed at a public toilet.

"Don't mess with me! A public toilet?! How on earth could that be your base? It wouldn't even fit my butt!" Sio slapped him across the face.

"So it's you!! No wonder we've been smelling such awful stench lately! That public toilet was originally designed to keep people like you out, yet someone dared to use it!" The thug angrily pointed at Sio.

"Shut up. Does the place require a password or something?" Willhart asked.

"Yeah, but I'm sure you won't get far—GAHAHA—UHOFOOSKOOO!!"

Sio, irritated, stuffed a loaf of bread into the thug's mouth to shut him up.

Willhart then glanced at the public toilet and moved towards it, only to be stopped by his mother.

"Mom?! Why are you stopping me?!"

"Because you're being reckless! They're dangerous!"

"So what?! If we let them run wild, they'll keep harming others. Don't you care about everyone else?"

"WHAT ABOUT YOU?! YOU'RE JUST AN ORDINARY PERSON! IF YOU CAN'T EVEN PROTECT YOURSELF, HOW CAN YOU BE A HERO?!" Suddenly, his mother bulked up, grabbing Sio's arm with an iron grip.

Yet Sio remained determined, despite the tight hold.

Until Willhart gently touched her hand, causing her to pause and look at him.

"If he wants to go, let him. You have to respect his decision, don't you?"

"But—"

"I understand. That's why I'll watch over him. You told me to, remember?"

"...Fine."

Reluctantly, Sio's mother released her son's arm and looked him in the eyes.

"I won't forgive you if anything happens to you."

Sio smiled, pointing at himself.

"Don't worry, Mom! I'll bring glory to the family name!"

With that, Sio nodded at Willhart and dashed towards the public toilet.

As the two ran, Sio glanced at Willhart.

"Thanks for standing up for me. My mom may be violent, but I still feel her love. It's my fault anyway, so I deserve to be scolded."

"No need to thank me. I have my own business with those Libretty."

In front of them was the small public toilet, clearly too tiny to fit either of them.

"I'll go first. Wait here," Willhart said, stepping forward.

"Sure."

When Willhart opened the door and stepped inside, he was met with... an enormous pile of excrement.

"UGH!" He pinched his nose, trying not to look at it.

Scanning the area, he spotted a puzzle that seemed to serve as the "password" the thug had mentioned.

"Creative, but not enough to stump a puzzle master."

Willhart meticulously inspected every detail until he found a key lodged in a hidden slot.

"This is it."

Before he could act, he heard someone outside.

"Ka...mee...haaa...meeee..."

"Huh?"

"HAAAAAA!!"

The entire public restroom exploded, leaving Willhart unscathed amidst the wreckage.

Opening his eyes, he saw Sio... whose appearance had suddenly shifted into a Dragon Ball art style.

"Sio... where did you learn that move?"

"Huh? What move?" Sio instantly returned to normal.

"The one you just pulled off..."

"What are you talking about?"

Willhart started questioning his own sanity.

The two turned their attention to a large metal plate lodged in the ground—clearly the entrance.

"Step aside, I'll handle it," Willhart said, pulling on a pair of gloves.

Suddenly, Sio's body began to grow larger, his skin turning green, and his clothes ripping apart.

"GUAAHHHHHH!!!" Sio roared, smashing the metal plate into oblivion. Then, just as suddenly, he reverted to his normal self, clothes intact.

"...What." Willhart stood in stunned silence.

Something about this guy is definitely off.

"What's wrong? Aren't you coming?" Sio asked, snapping Willhart out of his thoughts.

"...Yeah, let's go."

The two jumped down into a narrow shaft leading to a long ladder.

Willhart prepared to channel his mana to descend, but then noticed Sio pulling out... scissors?

Sio then grabbed the "ladder," yanked it down like fabric, and snipped both sides to create a flat path, discarding the "fabric."

"Perfect! The path's shorter now!"

"..."

Willhart silently questioned his life choices as they continued onward.

Hearing voices ahead, Willhart stopped Sio and peered into the next room, where a group of thugs was playing cards.

This time, Willhart looked at Sio instead of acting.

"What? Why are you staring at me?"

"Aren't you going to... do your thing?"

"What thing?" Sio looked genuinely confused.

"...Never mind. Any ideas on how to deal with them?"

Sio rummaged through his bag, pulling out random items like a hammer, a sword, a robot, a steamroller, a laser gun, and even a nuclear bomb—before finally settling on... a freshly baked baguette.

"..."

Willhart's brain short-circuited.

What is this? Cartoon forces?!

Sio grabbed a pipe, stuffed the baguette inside, and aimed it like a launcher.

The thugs inside heard a microwave beep. One of them opened it...

BAM! A fist flew out, smashing the thug's face and sending him flying as his body shattered like glass.

The remaining thugs stood up, alarmed.

A hulking baguette with muscular arms emerged from the microwave.

'I don't understand anything anymore...' Willhart thought, clutching his head.

The baguette punched one thug, causing an explosion with a green-screen effect and bizarre sound effects. It slapped two more, mashed them together into a sticky mass, and rolled them into a ball before kicking it away.

Then, the baguette calmly returned to the microwave and disappeared without a trace.

Sio pulled the baguette out of the pipe, still warm and fresh.

"Did we win?."

"..."

Willhart realized, perhaps, Sio never needed help in the first place.

***

The number of thugs gradually decreased, partly thanks to Sio's absurd methods. He took them down in ways that defied explanation.

I didn't have to lift a finger.

Hey, don't call me lazy—it's just that he's so strong that joining the fight felt unnecessary.

With such strength, I'd be shocked if his mana and magic exam scores were low.

Oh, Sio's showing off again.

He hid in a corner, watching the two guards at the door. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a grenade. Then, he used a knife to cut it open, revealing chains inside.

He spun the chains for a moment before throwing them at the guards.

The chains wrapped around their legs, sending them crashing to the ground, unconscious.

Sio gave me a thumbs-up and walked toward the gate.

Luck stats are terrifying—I probably don't need to do much here.

The two of us stood before the door and exchanged glances.

"I'll go in first!" Sio grinned, kicking the door open.

We stepped inside and saw a muscular man smoking a cigar, reading a document.

"So that's what all the noise was about. Intruders," he said, looking up with a condescending smirk.

"It's you! You're the one behind those absurd debts!" Sio pointed at him.

"Absurd? Weren't you the ones who borrowed from us? Didn't anyone teach you that dealing with loan sharks should be a last resort?"

Sio was speechless, unable to respond. I stepped forward.

"You're not wrong. But you refuse to leave people alone even after they've repaid their debts, piling new ones on them. Isn't that absurd?"

"What's wrong with that? Once you enter the underworld, you should expect even crazier things. Don't call me unreasonable—I've been more than generous to you kids," he retorted.

"Ridiculous. Your so-called generosity is just an excuse for making people in pain" I snapped.

Sio looked lost, unable to keep up with the argument.

"You seem to know a lot about us," the boss said, eyeing me curiously. "Are you from another gang?"

"That's none of your business—!"

Before I could finish, a massive sword swung vertically toward me.

'Crap! I got so caught up arguing I forgot!'

I rolled to the side, avoiding the blade, which sank into the floor.

"You're quick," the boss smirked.

Seeing the attack, Sio reached into his pocket for something, but the boss turned to him, throwing a punch into his stomach.

Sio flew into the wall as the boss pulled his sword free and charged at him.

The temperature suddenly rose as flames flared up. The boss hesitated when someone blocked his sword.

It was Willhart, now equipped with Magic Gear, flames flickering from his forehead.

Willhart glared at the boss and kicked him in the temple.

The boss dodged and countered with a punch.

Willhart dropped low, planting his hands on the ground, and delivered an uppercut kick to the boss's chin.

"!!"

The boss caught Willhart's leg, smirking.

"Didn't hurt a bit."

He spun Willhart around and threw him out the door.

Willhart tumbled before standing up, watching the boss's mana-infused body.

'He's this strong without Magic Gear? This'll be tough...'

The boss twirled his sword and charged.

'If that's the case!'

Willhart planted his hand on the ground, one heel steady, and his amber eyes locked forward.

He run away.

…Wait, what?

Sio, who had just gotten up, watched Willhart and the boss run off. He hesitated before chasing after them.

"Coward! All you do is run?!" the boss yelled, unleashing a wind slash from his mana-coated sword.

Willhart dodged mid-run and kept going.

Sio, following behind, rummaged through his pockets but found nothing except a fly buzzing out.

The three reached a corridor lined with doors. Willhart opened one and went inside.

The boss and Sio followed.

Willhart appeared from behind another door, opening a different one this time.

Sio opened a door two doors down from Willhart, then another.

The boss kicked a door open, looked around, and walked straight ahead.

Willhart opened yet another door, only to see a version of himself being chased by the boss.

"Wait a second…"

He stepped out, no longer opening doors.

Now Sio was being chased, opening doors left and right, running in all directions, and even creating duplicates of himself to confuse the boss.

The Cartoon forces is so stupidly strong...

Eventually, all the Sio duplicates crashed into the boss, merging back into one.

The boss stared in bewilderment.

"How… How the hell did you do that?!"

"D-Do what??" Sio stammered.

"Ugh, never mind. Die—UGHH!"

Willhart charged in, punching the boss in the gut, sending him flying.

Willhart's flames flared from his gloves.

"Damn you!" Furious, the boss swung his sword horizontally.

Willhart leapt, grazing the blade with his hands, and flipped over. He locked his legs around the boss's head, slamming him to the ground.

Jumping free, Willhart kicked him in the temple, leaving him motionless.

"Dude, dude, dude!!" Sio pointed behind him.

Willhart turned—just in time to see the sword closing in.

He dodged Matrix-style, losing a few strands of hair. The sword sliced cleanly into the wall, kicking up dust.

The debris obscured Willhart's vision, and he was punched in the stomach.

"Ugh!"

Doubling over in pain, he glared at the boss, whose body was now unnaturally muscular.

"power up drug?!"

The boss's crimson skin left no doubt. Dammit, I hate those drugs!

The boss grabbed Willhart's face, slamming him into the wall.

Willhart struggled, flames bursting from him, but they had no effect.

'What the hell?! How are these drugs getting stronger?!'

Trapped, Willhart screamed in pain.

"AGHHHH!!"

The boss, like a beast, tightened his grip.

Seeing the dire situation, Sio clasped his hands in prayer before digging into his pocket.

He felt something—a can of spinach.

"Power-up item! Yes!!"

Crushing the can, Sio let the spinach fall into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it.

The spinach's energy surged through his arms and legs.

As the boss raised his sword to strike, Sio grabbed it and snapped it like a twig, tossing it aside.

Rotating his arm, he delivered a punch to the boss's face.

The sheer force sent the boss flying through several walls, landing far away.

Willhart, breathing hard, stared at the hole Sio created, then at Sio, who struck a triumphant pose and kissed his muscles.

…Should've let him handle this from the start.