Surveillance cameras...
Following Kazehara Tetsu's gaze, she fixed her eyes on the camera mounted high in the corner of the wall.
The fury was still churning in her chest, but she forced it down, unable to move another inch.
She knew the rules of This School.
Violence, especially when caught on camera, would very likely result in immediate expulsion.
She still wanted to rise from Class C to Class A. She couldn't just get expelled like this.
Humiliation.
An unprecedented sense of humiliation coiled around her heart like a python, leaving her barely able to breathe.
Slowly, she lowered the fist she'd been holding in the air.
Her nails dug deep into her palm from the force, bringing a sharp sting.
Only after she had completely abandoned her attacking stance did he begin to release her ankle.
He didn't pull his hand away at once. Instead, it slid slowly down the curve of her calf, and only when it reached her ankle did he finally let go.
Then he took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the fingers that had just touched her ankle, as if they were stained with some invisible grime.
That gesture was more hurtful than any taunt could have been.
"Next time you want to attack someone, at least take a look around first."
Kazehara Tetsu tossed the used handkerchief into a nearby trash can.
He sounded like an experienced Senpai instructing a rookie who didn't know the first thing about anything.
"If you charge in without even figuring out the basic conditions of the battlefield, that's recklessness. Someone who only knows how to act recklessly is just a target, no matter how good their technique is. Ibuki."
Kazehara Tetsu knowing her name wasn't surprising.
Students in the same year could remember a few faces and