Saving the Day Is All About Who Makes the Coolest Entrance

"Ha ha ha, are freshmen these days really this arrogant?"

Cock's Comb Head doubled over with laughter at the blond brat glaring furiously at him, nearly crying from laughing so hard.

"Boss, let me teach him a lesson!"

Fatty, who had been cracking his knuckles beside him, volunteered eagerly.

"Mm, go on. Let this brat experience the power of your stomach pouch."

Cock's Comb Head nodded slightly, temporarily yielding the stage to his underling.

And so, Fatty, built like a mountain of flesh, blocked Minato's path. Their vastly different builds formed a stark contrast.

He looked down condescendingly at the little runt before him, flexing his fan-sized hands. His eyes, squeezed into slits by his fat, gleamed with cruel amusement.

A bullying so brutal that no one could bear to watch was about to unfold.

All of this fell into the eyes of Fugaku, who had come to the school gate for their appointment.

Seeing Minato facing off against the local thugs, his face lit up. He immediately felt that his status as Boss of the Bottom had been glorified, and promptly pointed over there.

"Look, that's him!"

The people behind him looked in the direction he indicated. Their puzzled expressions instantly turned complicated, while Mikoto frowned slightly.

"Young Master Fugaku, is that the new underling you took in?"

"How is it? Isn't he outstanding?"

Fugaku watched Minato, who feared no powerful enemy, with eyes full of admiration. He smugly nodded in confirmation.

"Uh... hard to judge."

Mikoto scrunched up her small face, her gaze moving back and forth over the ugly trio.

Although they looked fierce and perfectly fit the stereotypical image of thug underlings, Mikoto, who cared somewhat about appearances, simply could not accept that Fugaku had recruited such crooked-looking misfits.

"Tsk, tsk. As expected, whatever kind of