Reincarnated in Advanced Nurturing, I Become a Human Tyrannosaurus (Continued)

"As long as we focus our attention on Class C, we'll find the answer quickly."

"'Blow Baby,' 'Ibuki Mio,' she's the only one whose name contains the character 'blowing.'"

That's right, she located it based on the name.

By searching through the names of all the first-grade students in my memory, I was able to locate the answer.

"... I don't know him." After a moment of silence, Horikita Suzune shook her head. "But the evaluation he gave wasn't very good."

Phrases like "I want to fight everyone but I can't beat anyone" and "They seem unapproachable but would cry pitifully if beaten up" are full of sarcasm.

"... This guy has never given anyone a good review, has he?" Kushida Kikyo rolled her eyes. "Oh, except for the 'NPCs' he said he liked."

"But since they're all being referred to as 'NPCs,' it's hard to say that liking them is a good compliment."

She had no desire to win his affection.

Kushida Kikyo would rather he simply forget about her altogether, just like he's been doing lately, abandoning the 'Two-Faced Person' he initially adored and running off to his favorite 'Little Princess'.

Better to die than to die myself; I'd rather Sakayanagi Arisu die to make her happy.

... However, um, should I remind Asakusa Toru about the Special Exam?

Forget it, I shouldn't share this kind of information with others that I can't lock the time or the content of.

"So, what are your thoughts?" Kushida Kikyo asked, leaning on the table. "Do I feel like I've learned a few more secrets about other people?"

"But what's the use of that?"

Yes, but what's the use?

Aside from satisfying my own vile voyeuristic desires, I'd rather have someone call me "Mom" a couple more times.

Subtly, Kushida Kikyo seemed to have entered a state of sage-like tranquility.

"... It will allow me to see myself more clearly," Horikita Suzune said softly.

Her understanding of the world was too shallow, her knowledge of others too limited, and her experience too limited. The people she had met and known were merely superficial pretenses.

Just like Kushida Kikyo, everyone has Two-Faced to them.

Through her rants in her Diary, she was able to get to know more people.

Therefore, it is useful.

... Although Horikita Suzune wanted to say that, she still didn't have much confidence.

After all, this was her own business. She stubbornly insisted on maintaining communication with Kushida Kikyo, and even had to stand up straight and say that it would definitely be useful...

She's not capable of doing something like that.

"Okay, okay!" So, after muttering those words, she hurriedly raised her voice. "Thank you for answering the phone today, that's all for today!"

"--Good night!"

With a heavy press of his index finger, he hung up the phone.

"Beep beep beep--" The busy signal rang out, and Horikita Suzune finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She glanced at the terminal, which hadn't displayed any messages, then reached out again, grabbed the Diary, and held Diary up.

My gaze followed the direction of the Diary upwards.

"..."

She didn't reopen the book; she just read for a few minutes until her hands started to ache before finally putting down the Diary.

"... What's the use anyway?"

She couldn't find the answer to this question.

It's really hard to actively lift up pent-up emotions.

A peaceful, tranquil, unpredictable, but uninteresting campus life.

... Special Exam, so come early.

Asakusa Toru also wanted the Uninhabited Island to arrive as soon as possible.

However, before that, there were two unresolved issues.

One was that he originally intended to write it in his Diary, but after thinking about it, he stopped and changed it to Ibuki's name, Sakura Airi's stalker fan.

Upon meeting her gaze, he recognized her as a photo idol, and the 'staff member', who believed herself to be blessed by fate and destined for greatness, was spreading disgusting thoughts.

He can't rest easy until he gets rid of this guy.

Moreover, the identity of 'staff member' can also be exploited.

It would be good to use this to blackmail the school; at least it would make them deserve to die.

The other one is the White Room.

As everyone knows, the White Room has three trainers.

Private assistant coach Amasawa Ichika, ordinary coach Simak Dian, who has little presence, and our most powerful gold medal Pseudo-human- coach Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

Asakusa Toru has already personally experienced the kung fu of the first two coaches.

But he hesitated to challenge the last coach.

... because he forgot.

Cough.

The reason he didn't fight Ayanokoji Kiyotaka immediately after defeating Simak Dian was because he had exhausted his resolve and couldn't muster the energy to push himself for a second battle.

So the challenge was put on hold for the time being.

This delay lasted for almost a month.

He had completely forgotten about it.

It's not that he's completely forgotten; at least he still remembers occasionally attending private tutoring sessions.

He hadn't forgotten Amasawa Ichika's teachings and training.

But Amazawa is Amazawa, Ayanokoji is Ayanokoji.

It's about time to prepare and see just how Pseudo-human this Pseudo-human really is.

But before that...

Let's look at the rewards first.

[Today's record completed, this record is rated 'C', currently drawing rewards]

[Draw successful! Congratulations on obtaining the item 'non-prescription glasses']

[Name: Non-prescription glasses]

[Category: Items]

[Effect: When you wear these glasses, people who know you well will mistake you for an inconspicuous stranger.]

[Note: "If the performance is too out of place, people will notice."]

The black-rimmed glasses, similar to those worn by Sakura Airi for decoration, ended up in the hands of Asakusa Toru.

The evaluation and effect were as expected; it can be considered a small prop that can be put to some use.

However, he couldn't think of any employment opportunities for the time being.

After all, it was just a 'mistake,' not a real disguise.

If you look at the video frame by frame carefully, you can still tell it's him.

Compared to going to great lengths to be fully armed, like Kushida Kikyo who wraps herself up like a dumpling in layers of hoodies, hoodies, and masks, the advantage of this thing is that she can wear it anytime.

As for the effect, it seems to be limited to 'familiar people'...

Well, that's probably not a problem.

After all, people you don't know well don't need to wear these glasses; they'll just treat you like a stranger anyway.

It's a pity that if he were a general-purpose assassin, he might have been able to work as one, given his 'unremarkable' effects.

Never mind, it's not important for now.

Let's go back to the two questions we just discussed.

I'll talk to Sakura about this tomorrow and try to come up with a suitable plan. As a fan of 'Shizuku', it's not unusual for him to bring this up.

After all, that guy was openly displaying his repulsive delusions through public comments on his blog, using the internet as cover.

It's disliked.

As for the greatest masterpiece...

Let's do it now.

Beat him up all night.

A flow rate of 365 times is enough for tonight.

Taking out his Tenacity Headband and wrapping the word 'struggle' around his forehead, Asakusa Toru paused for a moment, composed himself, and ensured that his determination was at its peak.

Then, he closed his eyes and whispered:

"My goal is to finish all the classes at the White Room before sunrise today."

Instead of saying he wanted to defeat Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, Asakusa Toru went a step further and chose the scope of 'all courses'.

In this way, even if there are any special obstacles behind us, we can overcome them all.

If his determination is insufficient to achieve his goal, or if the goal is too unrealistic, the headscarf will naturally slip off.

A few seconds after Asakusa Toru speaking, the headscarf remained firmly tied around his head.

It was a success.

My heart, which had been pounding, settled down, and with a blink of an eye, the Membership Card silently slipped into my hand, and the surrounding Matoba changed accordingly.

A pure white world has returned.

Then, Asakusa Toru pushed open the door where the 'Pseudo-human' was.

Come on, let me see how much you resemble the Urban Dragon King.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh--"

The door was pushed open, and the gradually widening crack created a whooshing sound as the wind whistled through it.

The Pseudo-human's emotionless eyes moved, and although his face remained expressionless, his body had already assumed a battle stance.

The moment Asakusa Toru stepped back across the threshold, he suddenly accelerated like an arrow released from a bow, attacking Asakusa Toru.

"--"

Hey, hey, hey, what a joke! He heard the sound of something cutting through the air!

Not only did he hear the sound of something cutting through the air, but his gaze could even catch a glimpse of the pure white tiles at Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's original landing point, where pebbles were splashing up, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out in an instant, only to be restored to their original state by the self-repairing ability of the White Room.

... Wait, where are the floor tiles in this shabby place?

Asakusa Toru suddenly realized this, and just as the taut fist was about to strike, his vision suddenly took in the whole situation.

The last room is 'realistic'.

From the floor tiles to the ceiling, even the wall behind him mimics the realistic changes.

In other words, he could see the destructive power of that punch.

"Bang--"

The hunter's gaze was fixed on his body, Asakusa Toru's thoughts raced in that instant, his body reflexively twisting and dodging.

The punch that should have landed on his face instead slammed into the steel door behind him, which had already closed.

Thus, a dull thud and heavy marks were etched onto the metal door as the fist struck it.

That's terrifying.

Although the mark was repaired by itself in the next moment, the destructive power was still etched in Asakusa Toru's eyes.

Damn it, is this even human?