The Ryuuen Kito Violence Incident

The unexpected answer startled Shiranami Chihiro, who repeated in confusion:

"Loudspeaker?"

"Yes, it's that megaphone-like thing you put near your mouth to amplify your voice," Asakusa Toru nodded and said.

"No... it's not that I don't know what a megaphone is..." Shiranami Chihiro's expression was strange. "It's just... well, thinking about it, this kind of gift does have a lot of Asakusa- kun's style."

"But this gift is too personal; it serves no purpose as a reference."

"I really do want to give a gift that's more suitable for 'Shiranami Chihiro' to give," the girl muttered, then sighed.

She patted her cheeks and looked up at the sky.

The sun is setting; although it seems like dusk is still a while away, it's certainly not late.

"Oh, right, I've troubled you for so long, let me treat you to dinner." With her hands clasped together, Shiranami Chihiro turned and suggested, "You probably don't have any other plans, right?"

Um...

To say there was no invitation would be an understatement. Kushida Kikyo didn't invite him, and he didn't need to go to the library on Sundays. Given Sakura Airi's personality, she would never take the initiative to go on a date with him.

It's that excuse of 'other dates'...

"No?" Asakusa Toru replied, "I'm actually quite free, surprisingly."

Aside from a fixed daily journaling schedule, I have quite a lot of free time each day.

"Then..." A smile appeared on Shiranami Chihiro's face, "How about going to the Palette?"

Indeed, when it comes to food, it all comes down to Palette!

For young girls, they would obviously prefer to eat more sweet desserts in cafes than to eat at family restaurants or school cafeterias.

"Dessert for dinner?"

"What does it matter! It's all on Shiranami Chihiro's treat anyway! Don't be picky!"

"Anyway, it's decided!" Turning her body, she raised her hand high, her Shiranami Chihiro pointing straight ahead:

"Target— the Palette!"

Chapter 172 The Violent Incident of the Kito Hayato

Observe, analyze, and think.

The investigation and recording of all the school's surveillance cameras went smoothly, as did the work of understanding the movement patterns of the Kito Hayato.

Without breaking a sweat, Ryuen Kakeru obtained the information he wanted.

All that's left is the means.

"The school has installed surveillance cameras in every classroom, and any area with many people will inevitably be covered by surveillance cameras as well." In a karaoke room at lunchtime, Ryuen Kakeru crossed his legs, holding a summary of the camera distribution in his hand, and muttered to himself, "Under such a dense surveillance network, there are still a few school buildings where surveillance cameras have been deliberately created to leave gaps."

"Of course... it can't be a coincidence."

Ryuen Kakeru paused slightly, his brows furrowing:

"The only problem is that there are no blind spots in the surveillance along Kito Hayato's usual routes."

This means that traces of seduction and provocation will be left behind.

But... so what?

Verbal provocation is enough; it leaves no trace. As long as you find a way to provoke the other party and lure them into a blind spot in the surveillance, they can arbitrarily 'create' the traces they want.

Oh no, it's evidence of Kito Hayato inflicting 'violence' on his good classmate.

Claim, provide evidence, frame.

The school will not proactively question the 'victim', but will instead choose to require the 'perpetrator' to prove their innocence.

After all, we are the victims.

"So, Ishizaki," Ryuen Kakeru smiled, "Be prepared to get beaten up."

Making things difficult, provoking, insulting, and mocking.

Ishizaki Daichi, Komiya Yogo, and Kondo Suzune, three villains from First-Year Class C, cornered Kito Hayato and continued their provocations to enrage others.

Kito Hayato remained calm throughout, even when faced with numerous difficulties, verbal and physical provocations, insults, and ridicule.

But even with his calm demeanor, there are things he cannot tolerate.

"His clothes are so tacky, and he's even wearing those tattered gloves. He looks awful," Ishizaki Daichi said disdainfully.

Although it seemed like just an ordinary remark, perhaps it was because of this sentence that Kito Hayato, who originally did not intend to clash with Ishizaki Daichi, stopped in his tracks.

"You want to fight, huh? Then come on!" With a fierce look, Kito Hayato, who had taken off his gloves, beckoned with his fingertips toward Ishizaki Daichi and the others.

And so, the violence began.

A menacing attack, as if defeat would be inevitable without going all out, began.

The fist landed heavily; Kito Hayato had no intention of holding back from the very beginning.

After all, he was facing a gang attack from three people.

Even though he was confident in his own strength, he still couldn't let his guard down when facing multiple enemies.

Only...

Surprisingly, the punch seemed a little light.

"Gurgle--"

"--Haha!"

"--ah!"

"Die!"

A deafening roar, a murderous gaze, a fist crashing down, and an attack that caused almost no damage.

Only his own fists could easily defeat his opponent, punch by punch.

These guys in First-Year Class C... are they really that weak?

"Heh, heh, heh..." Ishizaki Daichi hunched over, breathing heavily. He raised his head and stared straight at the unharmed Kito Hayato: "You think you can get away with this so easily, Kito?"

"You were the ones who provoked us, weren't you?" Kito Hayato frowned, his dark, hooked nose making his expression even more ferocious.

"Who knows?" Ishizaki Daichi gave a strange smile.

He should have been the 'weakling' who was easily beaten by Kito Hayato, but it was he who was grinning.

An uncomfortable feeling came from behind Kito Hayato.

He didn't want to continue arguing with Ishizaki Daichi and his two underlings.

"Get lost! If you've learned your lesson, don't mess with me again!" With that, Kito Hayato left.

Although at the beginning, because there were three people fighting him, Kito Hayato didn't dare to hold back with any of his punches, the more he fought, the more he felt something was wrong. He had been trying to control his strength as much as possible so as not to go too far and potentially lose points on his conduct.

Although two months have passed, the Behavioral Norms Exam is still ongoing for the students in First-Year Class B.

Only by protecting every single Class Points can they return to their rightful place in Class A.

Therefore, even when provoked, he waited for Ishizaki Daichi to launch an attack before retaliating.

This was legitimate self-defense, without a doubt.

The most popular karaoke room in First-Year Class C.

"The injuries are too minor." Glancing at Ishizaki Daichi and the others who had returned to report, Ryuen Kakeru crushed the plastic beverage can in his hand. "Were you seriously provoking us?"

"Of course there is!" Ishizaki Daichi lifted his shirt, revealing a barely noticeable injury. "Otherwise, how could I have successfully started a fight!"

"But I don't know if it's Kito is actually really weak, or if he was originally in Class A but is essentially a well-behaved top student, but even though his fists look hard, they don't hurt much when you hit him!"

"You have no idea how hard we've been cursing him!"

Looking down at his injuries, Ishizaki Daichi felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't want to be scolded. It would be too stupid of him to take the blame after he had taken the initiative to get hit.

So he loudly tried his best to claim some credit for himself.

As long as he excitedly recounts how hard he's worked, Ryuen should let him off the hook.

"You mean, I was wrong?" Ryuen Kakeru stood up, looking down at Ishizaki Daichi: "Did I make Kito a top student?! Did I make Kito stop?!"

Ryuen Kakeru roared, and a torrential downpour of water, accompanied by a chilling breath, sprayed onto Ishizaki Daichi's head.

He lifted his foot and ran over the plastic bottle he had casually tossed on the ground, the crunching sound making Ishizaki Daichi instinctively shrink back.

"No, no..." he replied softly.

"Then give me a proper performance." Ryuen Kakeru reached out and grabbed Ishizaki Daichi by the collar, pulling him up. "Are you going to do it yourself, or should I help you?"

This level of injury is insufficient. Reporting such a minor injury to the school would be a joke!

"Gulp." Ishizaki Daichi swallowed hard, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he looked at Ryuen Kakeru's sinister eyes.

He knew all too well what Ryuen was capable of.

If he doesn't do it himself, Ryuen Kakeru will definitely create even more shocking injuries.

"We'll do it ourselves!" Ishizaki Daichi exchanged a glance with Komiya and Kondo behind him, gritted his teeth, and raised his fists.

First-Year Class B.

The atmosphere in the classroom was unusually somber, not only because of the shameful sign that still hung at the classroom door, 'First-Year Class B', but also, as expected, because of the homeroom teacher Mashima Tomoya, who was standing on the stage at that moment.

"..."

He remained silent, his expression quite subtle.

"... I thought our class was the least worrisome." After a long silence, Mashima Tomoya finally spoke, "Class A has always been like this in previous years. The school's judgment is correct. Although there may be some minor setbacks, there is no doubt that Class A will emerge victorious in the end."

After all, they were recognized as 'top students' by the school.

The disparity in student quality means that lower-performing classes are destined to be unable to compete with higher-performing classes.

There are fundamental differences in ability among students.

But he never expected that this year's Class A would not only be defeated and fall to Class B in the first month, but would even maintain its Class B ranking for two whole months.

Moreover, it seems this trend will continue.

What he didn't expect was that even in this situation, there were still students who couldn't stand being provoked.

"..."

Mashima Tomoya's gaze swept down from the podium, lingering for a moment on the tall Kito Hayato before looking away.

He sighed softly and put down the lesson plan he was holding.

"Three students from First-Year Class C have jointly reported that Kito Hayato had a dispute with them and that he assaulted them." Mashima Tomoya's voice was quite helpless. "If the situation is true, Kito Hayato will be temporarily suspended from school. At the same time, First-Year Class B will have 100 Class Points deducted from their class points on top of Kito Hayabusa's suspension."

"... If that's true, isn't it, Mashima?" With a hint of amusement, Sakayanagi Arisu seized on the key point in his words: "What an interesting setup. Since we're the ones being accused, we have to find a way to prove our innocence?"

Even if this is just Class C's side of the story?

The series of rhetorical questions didn't mean that Sakayanagi Arisu was asking anything; she simply found it a little funny.

"... Their injuries are very serious." After a moment of silence, Mashima Tomoya said softly.

In other words, the 'evidence' provided by the other party is the existing injuries on their body.

Accusations made from the victim's perspective, especially those voiced first, are often the most easily accepted based on preconceived notions.

Unable to easily refute Class C's claims, the school could only demand that they provide evidence to prove their innocence.

"Dragon Boy isn't even bothering Red Hair anymore!"

The words I had read in my diary a few days ago now echoed in Sakayanagi Arisu's ears.

Ah, I see. This is what they call the 'future' that 'should' have happened but went astray.

You're really something, Ryuen Kakeru from First-Year Class C, Grade 1.