"As expected of you, Kagihara."
Ryuen Kakeru raised his hand and wiped the water droplets on his face casually.
"You can even pull off such a dirty little trick... it seems like you are more 'influenced' than I thought."
"Each other."
Kazehara Tetsu pinched the bottle, and the tiny water column emerged from the hole again, drew an arc in the air, and fell to the ground.
"For some perverts who like to come uninvited and even plan to spy on others using the toilet..."
"Using this method to 'cleanse' their dirty minds, I think is a very etiquette way to treat guests."
Kazehara Tetsu took a step and walked out of the cubicle.
"So."
"Now that I've taken a bath, I've seen people."
"You three kids... do you have any advice?"
"If not, please give way."
Kazehara Tetsu turned on the faucet and washed his hands slowly. The water washed over his fingers and made a splashing sound.
"Don't block adults from walking."
In the bathroom, the sound of water running from the faucet has stopped, but the tense atmosphere in the air has not relaxed at all.
Kazehara Tetsu shook off the water drops on his hands, glanced at the three people blocking the door, and walked straight towards the door without stopping at all.
"Don't even think about leaving like this, Kagihara."
Ryuen Kakeru's voice was terrifyingly gloomy, with a hint of stubbornness.
He stood sideways in the middle of the passage.
"I haven't reached my goal yet... this is just an appetizer."
"I'm not interested in your goals, and I don't want to know what script you are imagining in your head. Whether you want to conquer This School, or you want to play some games... If you don't involve me, you can do whatever you want."
He let out a sigh, which was pure boredom with Waste of Time's behavior.
"Let's get over what happened today. I don't have time to play house with you bad boys here. The bottle of water just now is just an apology for how you messed up my mood."
As he spoke, Kazehara Tetsu turned sideways and prepared to pass through the gap next to Ryuen Kakeru.
Looking at Kazehara Tetsu's defenseless back, with no intention of even taking his hands out of his pockets to defend himself, the anger in Ryuen Kakeru's eyes surged.
This calmness... this arrogance that seems to control everything...
It's what he wants to destroy the most.
"Heh..."
Ryuen Kakeru turned around suddenly and threw the most deadly bait at that figure.
"Since you don't care so much..."
"So, it doesn't matter that I've already reached out to the person next to you...?"
The footsteps stopped suddenly.
Kazehara Tetsu The original step he took stopped in mid-air, and then slowly fell.
The air in the entire bathroom seemed to be drained out at this moment, and the air pressure dropped sharply.
The originally peaceful, even lazy atmosphere disappeared in an instant.
Kazehara Tetsu slowly turned his head.
There was no emotion in those eyes at the moment, and they were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
He looked at Ryuen Kakeru.
"You said... what?"
Seeing that Kazehara Tetsu finally reacted and even stopped, the smile on Ryuen Kakeru's face widened.
This is the weakness.
Whether it's Sakayanagi Arisu, Ichinose Honami who has been very close recently, or Horikita Suzune...
As long as there are bonds, there will be weaknesses.
"Looks like he was irritated..."
Ryuen Kakeru licked his lips. The pleasure of being in control of the situation made him temporarily forget the embarrassment of being splashed with water just now.
He spread his hands and continued in that provocative tone, "Don't you want this to happen? Don't you want the girls around you to get hurt?"
"If you want to avoid these tragedies and avoid things that make you regret..."
"Just be honest and solve the matter today..."
The word "decision" has not yet been uttered.
Even that proud smile was still hanging on his face, and he didn't have time to restrain it.
The world seemed to be cut off at that moment.
In Ryuen Kakeru's field of vision, the figure that was standing there suddenly blurred.
The next second.
A sharp pain exploded in his abdomen without warning.
"Bang!"
His stomach spasmed, and the air in his lungs was violently emptied out in an instant.
"Ahem!"
Ryuen Kakeru's eyes suddenly popped out, and his eyeballs were instantly covered with bloodshot eyes.
His body involuntarily arched into the shape of a shrimp due to the huge impact, and his feet even briefly lifted a few centimeters off the ground.
Too fast.
So fast that the retina cannot capture it at all.
It wasn't until severe pain occupied every corner of his brain, until that fist had sunk deeply into his abdominal muscles, that Ryuen Kakeru's brain reacted slowly...
He was beaten.
There is no nonsense and no warning.
The moment he made the threat, the man named Kazehara Tetsu punched a shocking fist into his body.
"Ryuen-Bro!"
Ishizaki Daichi, who was standing at the door, didn't realize what happened at all.
He only saw Big Brother, who was talking arrogantly one second, and looked like a puppet with its strings cut off the next second.
And Kazehara Tetsu, who was supposed to be threatened, was standing in front of Ryuen at some point, with one hand still in a punching posture.
"Asshole! You guy!"
The instinctive loyalty and the passion of a bad boy made Ishizaki Daichi's brain instantly overloaded.
He roared angrily, and without even thinking about the strength gap between the two sides, he rushed toward Kazehara Tetsu with a wave of his fists based solely on his brute strength.
"Go to hell!"
The fist carried the sound of wind and went straight to Kazehara Tetsu's temple.
If you were dealing with an ordinary student, this blow would be enough to knock them into shock.
But Kazehara Tetsu didn't even look back.
He turned slightly sideways, and his right leg drew an afterimage like a whip.
"Crack!"
Ishizaki Daichi's roar stopped abruptly.
His eyes instantly turned white, and before he could even let out a scream, he fell straight backwards.
"Boom."
Ishizaki Daichi knocked his head on the tile floor with a dull sound, completely lost consciousness and passed out.
One kick.
Just a kick.
Class C's well-known thugs were cleared from the battlefield.
Kazehara Tetsu ignored the trash fish lying on the ground.
He slowly retracted his fist and looked at the Ryuen Kakeru in front of him who, although he had not fainted, was in pain so much that he wanted to vomit bile.
"Uh... ahem..."
Ryuen Kakeru held his stomach, his legs trembled and he wanted to kneel down, saliva flowed out of the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.
Kazehara Tetsu reached out and grabbed Ryuen Kakeru's neck.
Those five fingers are like iron pliers.
"Well..."
Ryuen Kakeru's body, which was originally curled up due to pain, was forcibly lifted up by an irresistible force.
Keep your feet off the ground.
The feeling of suffocation came instantly like a tide.
Ryuen Kakeru instinctively grabbed Kazehara Tetsu's wrist with both hands, trying to break open the iron hand that was strangling his life.
His face was congested and red, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his mouth opened wide in an attempt to take in oxygen.
What did he want to say.
But in the face of absolute power suppression, language becomes the most useless thing.
"..."
Kazehara Tetsu There is still no wave in those black eyes.
He held an adult man in one hand as easily as he held a rag doll.
Just then.
Albert, who had been silent like a door god, finally moved.