"Outstanding Graduate"

If he hadn't been wearing the Tenacity Headband, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka had hit him like that, he would have had to forfeit the match on the spot.

If you graduate, you graduate; if you don't graduate, you don't graduate. Instead of fighting with this bastard, you might as well bully Amazawa more.

But he had already put on a headscarf, and the word "struggle" was now prominently displayed on his forehead.

That means his determination is enough to allow him to grow rapidly in the remaining time to the point where he can rival the humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex before him.

Then there's nothing to be afraid of at all!

Dodging, avoiding, with nowhere to retreat, fists and feet clashed, the Pseudo-human's all-out violence transmitted through the point of contact to the entire body.

Despite his initial defeat, Asakusa Toru was not discouraged at all and reached out his hand to the re-enhanced Ayanokoji Kiyotaka:

"--Again!"

If he were simply taking hits repeatedly, he would likely never have a chance to defeat his opponent, no matter how many times it happened.

But if the White Room really only serves to make him a punching bag, let alone Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, he probably wouldn't be able to beat even Amasawa Ichika.

A course is defined as one that imparts knowledge and provides physical exercise.

Being beaten is not just about being beaten.

Each blow tempers the body's strength, and each impact scatters combat experience and skills like fragments.

A sense of enlightenment will be enhanced, and muscle responses will be etched into memory.

Otherwise, how could it be called a 'Membership Card'?

Asakusa Toru came to be a gym member, not a prisoner.

Of course, one must achieve something to be worthy of this great power.

Therefore, as long as your determination hasn't burned out, keep striving in the direction that your determination will burn out completely.

"..."

Fists, kicks, and bites followed one after another, tearing shreds from Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's body.

Then... with equal violence, a final challenge of this 'fair' nature is presented.

Humans are Advanced Nurturing and transformed into humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Just like in their first battle countless days ago, Asakusa Toru clenched his fist again, meeting the punch that came flying at him.

The difference is that this time he doesn't need to avoid it, nor will he be crushed by violence.

When physical fitness reaches this critical point, a 'lose-lose' victory becomes incredibly easy.

The strategy of trading blows for blows has always been the most unsolvable.

"Bang--"

The sound of something cutting through the air echoed inside the room once more.

Chapter 166 'Outstanding Graduates'

As his physical fitness continues to improve, Asakusa Toru gets closer and closer to the critical point of human life.

Aside from the fact that he has not yet awakened any special extraordinary power, in some ways he can hardly be considered human.

When strength reaches a certain level, the gap that can be created by skill will be reduced infinitely, not to mention that Asakusa Toru and the 'Ayanokoji Kiyotaka' in front of him already have the same level of skill.

Once the skill gap is closed, what follows is a brutal, hand-to-hand combat, where injuries are exchanged for injuries.

The enhancement of the body has reached its limit; continuing to repeat this process will only result in minor interactions comparable to flirting.

But he has no intention of flirting with a man.

Even though there seemed to be plenty of time, and he could easily step away to spend some time indulging in a decadent lifestyle with Amazawa, his already ignited determination would not allow him to back down.

"Bang--"

Elbow strikes, brawls, and then we all die.

Finally, my 'graduation ceremony' arrived.

Perhaps because both of them had such high physical abilities, the definition of 'defeat' in this battle became slightly different.

At the very beginning of the fight against Amazawa, the moment Asakusa Toru lands his sweeping leg, he will be judged to have lost his ability to fight, and the space will begin to reset.

But now, even if they punch each other until their cheeks are swollen and bulging, even if they beat each other until their flesh is a bloody mess, even if the sound of bones shattering is clearly audible.

--The battle continues.

In a sense, it has already reached a point of no return.

As long as they don't fight to the death, no matter how many times they fight, both sides can get back up and deliver a fatal blow to the other.

... That being said, the further along the way, the weaker the punches and kicks became.

The sounds of violence faded, the breathing grew heavier, but the desire to 'kill' the other person remained unchanged.

So, Asakusa Toru reached out and grasped Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's neck.

Similarly, he allowed the other person to 'grab' his neck.

"--Click."

"--Click."

The sound rang out at the same instant, and Asakusa Toru's vision was plunged into a brief darkness.

The world around us began to reset, but not in the sense of 'fight continues'.

The headscarf on his forehead slipped down; he had achieved his goal.

There are no additional hidden levels; the existence of 'Ayanokoji Kiyotaka' is the final act of this 'White Room'.

Congratulations on completing the entire course in the 'White Room'!

[Now, you've graduated, member.]

His blurry vision gradually cleared, and he found himself standing once again at the Asakusa Toru where he had started, with black and white text appearing before him.

But then, the area around him began to distort once again.

"Power, wealth, violence."

"Ambition that expands without restraint, at any cost."

"What I crave is a 'masterpiece' that is second to none."

No, it's not.

"What I expect, what I crave, what I yearn for is to stand at the highest peak and look down upon everything—that is 'myself'."

A composed politician with slicked-back hair, whose mere face exuded such pressure, appeared before Asakusa Toru.

A middle-aged man named Ayanokoji Atsuomi sat on the sofa opposite Asakusa Toru and began to speak to him about his... 'ambition'?

Meaningless words and uninteresting voices filtered through my ears.

"You have shattered my greatest masterpiece," he said.

Asakusa Toru raised an eyebrow:

"Ah, and then what?"

"So, you've graduated," he said. "Congratulations, you've received the highest and strongest 'violence' that everyone has been hoping for."

"As a foil to this violence, as an honor deserved by 'outstanding graduates'."

"Choose one," he said.

He gently pushed out three photo files, and the three pieces of information were arranged side by side on the table, which was neither too high nor too low.

From left to right: 'Amasawa Ichika', 'Simak Dian', 'Ayanokoji Kiyotaka'.

Name, photo, information.

This file contains rough figures and brief evaluations of what Asakusa Toru clearly knew and what he was not so clear about.

Asakusa Toru: "?"

What do you want me to choose?

As if sensing his question, the middle-aged man spoke again:

"--'Private tutor'."

"You've graduated. You've successfully defeated my 'masterpiece,' but this is far from the end. This is not over yet."

"Maintaining physical fitness requires consistent exercise; the results of fitness training will gradually diminish due to laziness."

"I don't want graduates from my... 'White Room' to decline in skill level due to laziness."

He paused slightly, then continued:

So, let's choose one.

Asakusa Toru: "..."

The way you're saying it, I thought you were selecting imperial concubines!

That makes a lot of sense.

"What if I don't choose?" Leaning back, Asakusa Toru didn't even glance at the files on the table.

To be honest, he was quite curious about the purpose of putting on this role-playing show for him now.

Did he feel that exercising for too long would make him feel disoriented, so he staged this role-playing scene to help him transition back to reality?

Surely this middle-aged man in front of me isn't actually trying to recruit me to be the owner of some White Room, is he?

It's hilarious to force this guy to call his 'White Room' a 'White Room'.

"My 'White Room,' which I painstakingly and painstakingly built."

Saying something like that would make you a laughingstock among other politicians.

"Then let's change it to a graduation certificate." Without much hesitation, Ayanokoji Atsuomi spread his hands.

It's quite intelligent.

"Then Amazawa," Asakusa Toru said casually, shrugging.

It seems the difference between graduation and completion of studies lies in this optional private tutor.

Honestly, if you want to maintain your level, the best choice is of course Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

But he doesn't want to spar with men every day.

We've already exhausted enough of our resolve and energy today; continuing to fight would just be a mutual outlet for pure violence.

It serves no purpose other than satisfying a destructive urge.

Therefore, Amazawa is better off than Tianze, who is easier to bully.

We can't let him 'bully' Ayanokoji, can we? That would be too perverted.

The thought is even a little disgusting.

"I see."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other two files burst into flames and then turned to ashes.

All that remained was 'Amasawa Ichika' and a 'graduation certificate' that had fallen to the ground.

Congratulations on your graduation!

A calm sound echoed around them, and the room shattered silently.

What has been reassembled at this moment is the 'White Room' that was first presented to Asakusa Toru in the beginning.

The red-haired girl with pigtails, sitting in the same spot, lost in thought and bored, raised her hand as always. Her fair fingertips entwined with the strands of hair that fell down, tightening and loosening them repeatedly.

Before Asakusa Toru could observe for more than a few seconds, she realized his Asakusa Toru and turned her head in surprise.

"You're here?" The girl got up and happily pounced on him, pressing her soft body against him.

A sticky voice echoed in my ear, "Congratulations on your graduation."

"Next up is the time for private tutoring~"