He was here—finally.
A senior who alone made up an entire grade. It sounded incredibly badass.
But his first impression was nothing but disappointing.
Tokyo High School's average attractiveness score, already carried by all the handsome guys and beautiful girls, was about to drop quite a bit.
Akesato felt the assessment of Tokyo High School needed revising: things were polarized around here. You were either handsome or beautiful, or you were a gorilla.
That was right. Senior Kinji Fukamachi, like principal Masamichi Yaga, had gone for the tall, burly, broad-shouldered build.
Ignoring their faces and looking only at their physiques and bearing, people would believe they were father and son.
The father was a yakuza boss, and the son was a delinquent.
Even looking at his face, that delinquent aura did not diminish in the slightest.
His hair was a mess, completely unkempt; his uniform was wrinkled; his eyes were not only small, but he never seemed to look anyone straight in the eye.
His features had not developed sideways like Yaga's, nor did they take the intimidating route, but they still radiated irritation, as if everyone owed him a fortune.
For someone like that to say "friendly"... did he mean exchanging friendly punches?
Maki, who had the same short-fuse temperament, instantly raised her eyebrows. The fact that she had not swung her staff at him already showed how much she had cultivated her character alongside Akemi.
She stepped forward and snorted. "Maki Zenin. My specialty is beating people up, and I don't want others using my surname to—"
Before Maki could finish, Kinji Fukamachi's expression fell. "No fire. And you want to take down Kyoto Jujutsu High with that?"
"This guy wants a beating?" Maki's expression darkened as well.
At that moment, a white-haired man with a broom-like hairstyle