An honest person's anger was truly terrifying.
Katsura Kotonoha might indeed have been frail and sickly by nature, but looking across Wuxia novels, there were plenty of frail, sickly masters—and they were usually not to be trifled with. Ancient Dragons once said there were three kinds of people one must not provoke when traveling the martial world: children, women, and monks. Katsura Kotonoha was only a first-year high school student, yet she possessed two of those traits. If she did not fight, that was one thing. But once she did, she showed no mercy.
From the moment both sides truly started fighting until it ended, no more than half an hour had passed. Yet during those thirty minutes, Katsura Kotonoha's record was astonishing. Not only had she crippled the four delinquent girls led by Kato, she had also sent the basketball team captain, several of his lackeys, and another whole group of troublemakers who came afterward straight to hospital beds.
Of course, Katsura Kotonoha had been quite considerate toward them. Just as Fang Zheng had said, she stopped at the right point. One comminuted fracture per person—enough for them to return to everyday life after recovering, but high-intensity competitive sports were now forever beyond them.
To put it dramatically, Katsura Kotonoha might have just ruined Japan's future basketball stars, future athletic champions, and future Olympic competitors... Though that did not seem like such a bad thing?
Such a huge incident at school naturally stunned the teachers, and they hurriedly tried to put out the fire. Fortunately, Katsura Kotonoha had acted inside the classroom. Other than people like Fang Zheng, who had found a good spot early to watch the show, most people had no idea what had happened. The school hurriedly called ambulances to cart away the students who were