"Mm..." Theresa pursed her lips, feeling that her dignity as Headmaster had suffered a tremendous blow. Thinking back to the boastful words she had said in the previous chapter, she was so embarrassed she wanted to crawl into a hole.
"Ahem... All right, I understand your strength now. Although I didn't drink Bitter Gourd Juice today, so I wasn't able to fully unleash my power, the fact that you pushed me this far shows just how capable you are. Not bad, not bad."
Theresa coughed a few times, shamelessly patting Ishiu on the shoulder and putting on an act as though she had not used her full strength earlier, hoping to salvage some face.
"Hm?" Ishiu shot her a strange look. "Theresa, has your skin always been this thick?"
"Y-You, what did you say?!" Theresa immediately flushed with embarrassment and raised her little fist, punching at Ishiu.
"You damn brat! Back then, this Headmaster punched Pavanati, kicked Benares, and laughed merrily with Herrschers. Who knows where you were at the time! How dare you mock me?!"
"I was only telling the truth. Is that wrong too? By the way, didn't someone just say that as long as I hurt you, you'd do a handstand at the entrance?" Ishiu hurriedly backed away. Damn, this girl looked tiny, but her strength was absurd. When that little fist came swinging at him, he could clearly hear the dull whistle of it cutting through the air. It was easy to imagine what would happen if that seemingly adorable little fist landed on him.
"Y-You didn't hurt me at all!" Theresa stomped hard, folded her arms over her chest, and actually started playing dirty. "Look, where did you hurt me? I didn't even lose a speck of skin. How can that count as being hurt?"