[Sixth Day of School] Kujo is a Perfect Fit for Class C

The school rooftop.

In a spot neither near the fence nor the entrance, Ryuen and Sakagami stood in the camera's blind spot, waiting for Kujo.

Footsteps echoed, drawing closer.

"Kujo, you're damn slow. Don't tell me you were just with some woman?"

"After all, I'm not like you, Ryuen. I wouldn't waste so much time just to find a spot outside the camera's view, even if it meant crawling on the ground."

Ryuen and Kujo traded barbs the moment they locked eyes.

As for Sakagami in the corner, he stood with his arms crossed, looking completely detached from the bickering of his own classmate.

"Heh, last time you met me in the classroom, you even symbolically spent 10,000 points. This time..."

Before Ryuen could finish his sentence, Kujo stepped forward without warning and slammed a fist toward him.

The strike came out of nowhere; even Ryuen, who had been on guard, could only retreat in a fluster to barely dodge it.

Immediately after, Kujo's offensive poured down like a rainstorm, fists and feet flying without a moment's hesitation, every blow landing with crisp, ruthless force.

Unable to gauge Kujo's style, Ryuen was forced into a passive defense, dodging and retreating step by step.

What made it even trickier for Ryuen was that Kujo's stamina seemed bottomless; he was physically robust, his stance as steady as a rock, and every collision sent a solid, jarring recoil through his arms.

This was a formidable opponent.

He had to find a weakness, to strike the most vulnerable point.

Ryuen thought rapidly between blocks. Finally, the moment Kujo seemed to show a slight hesitation after a flurry of attacks, a fierce glint flashed in Ryuen's eyes. His muscles tensed, and just as he was about to counterattack...

"It's better to talk less before a fight."

A heavy, muffled thud landed precisely on Ryuen's abdomen.

Agonizing pain exploded. Ryuen let out a muffled groan, his knees buckling as he dropped to one knee, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.

His breathing was cut off. He gritted his teeth, trying to fight the encroaching numbness and force himself back upright.

"Actions speak louder than words."

Facing Kujo's mockery, Ryuen gritted his teeth, struggling to stand.

Just wait... just let me catch my breath...

The next moment, another, even more violent impact followed.

Bang!

His vision suddenly darkened, the world spinning. Before Ryuen could even make his next move, his consciousness cut out, and he collapsed face-first onto the cold floor.

In the dead silence, Kujo slowly pulled back his stance.

He looked down at the unconscious Ryuen, and a moment later, turned his head to shout toward the empty rooftop:

"Ishizaki, stop hiding. Did you bring a bucket of water? Bring it here."

Kujo knew that in the original story, Ryuen, Ishizaki, and Albert were an inseparable trio.

He judged that at this very moment, the remaining two must be lurking nearby, though he didn't know what they were doing.

But in the end, only the sound of the wind answered Kujo. The sounds of the fight between Ryuen and Kujo had long since reached Ishizaki in the distance; he didn't dare to make a sound, nor could he, so he silently waited for Ryuen's next instruction from above.

But not everyone had the same blind confidence in Ryuen as Ishizaki. On the other side, hearing the commotion, Albert, who could no longer hold back, resolutely chose to step out and face Kujo directly.

Only upon seeing the unconscious Ryuen did Albert summon his full focus, taking a combat stance against Kujo.

Hearing the new movement, Ishizaki had no choice but to bite the bullet and step out, joining Albert to face Kujo.

Kujo's gaze swept over Albert and Ishizaki, quickly assessing their combat strength.

Albert was the type to fight head-on; he was nothing to fear.

If Ishizaki had stayed in the shadows to ambush him while he fought Albert, it might have been a bit troublesome.

Now that they had chosen to reveal themselves, they were of no concern.

However, as a precaution, Kujo walked over to Ryuen and delivered two more kicks to the unconscious boy.

Only after confirming that he was truly unconscious and not acting did he pull back his foot.

Then, Kujo looked at the two men standing before him like they were facing a great enemy and smiled:

"Listen, I have no intention of replacing Ryuen or becoming your boss, but I also know that without a fight, without a winner, nothing I say matters. Come on, brother Sakishi."

"It's Ishizaki!" Irritated by the intentionally mispronounced name, Ishizaki growled and charged forward first.

If Ishizaki had chosen to ambush him...

If Ishizaki had chosen to team up with Albert instead of blindly attacking without any coordination...

If he hadn't been provoked by Kujo's words...

However, there were no "ifs." The moment he attacked, Ishizaki's right cheek took a solid, fierce side kick. He didn't even see how the other party had kicked; his entire body flew sideways and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Cough...!" Ishizaki struggled to prop up his upper body, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He glared with hatred at Sakagami, who remained completely detached, and hissed:

"Sakagami! You're a teacher! Are you just going to watch Kujo beat us into the hospital?!"

Sakagami remained with his arms crossed, leaning against the corner of the wall as if he were closing his eyes to rest.

Seeing this, Ishizaki seemed to have his last bit of strength drained away; he gasped for air, sprawled out in a "big" shape on the ground, looking like he had resigned himself to fate.

But the situation was different for Albert.

Albert, who had been the first to choose to stand up, still showed no intention of making a move.

He maintained his fighting stance, but his eyes wandered and his feet retreated slowly and unconsciously. His tall frame appeared hesitant and passive, as if a fierce struggle were taking place within his heart.

As a transmigrator, Kujo naturally understood why the other party was wavering at this critical juncture. So, in front of the clueless Ishizaki and Sakagami, without any warning, Kujo's voice cracked for the first time from a roar:

"Albert, you piece of trash! You don't like fighting because you don't want to abuse violence without reason, but standing in front of you right now is the person who just bullied your brother! I am strong! Stronger than you! Give me your full power!"

Albert's retreating footsteps froze abruptly.

Due to his family background, Albert was born with a physique and strength far exceeding those around him, but he had never thought of using this as a crutch to become anything.

Those born with strength, in order not to hurt themselves or others, practiced fitness and combat techniques diligently, but he had never used his true strength.

Albert didn't like Ryuen, nor did he like the Ishizaki lying on the ground; they were weaklings who would bully those even weaker than themselves.

But Ryuen said he would use his strength for the sake of the class.

Albert believed him, so he didn't mind becoming what others called Ryuen's lackey.

From that moment on, perhaps just as Kujo said, Ryuen was his brother.

Kujo wasn't a bad person either, but if this was just a spar...

"Come on!"

The next moment, two figures collided with a boom. The initial exchanges of offense and defense still carried probing and blocking, but soon, Sakagami, who was watching from the sidelines, realized that the two seemed to have reached some kind of silent understanding from the start. Their moves were wide and open, as if they had completely abandoned dodging and delicate techniques.

It was a pure contest of strength and endurance—brutal, yet possessing a strange, frank honesty.

Finally, as Albert collapsed from exhaustion, Sakagami walked out from the corner of the rooftop.

He didn't say a word, simply helping Ishizaki and Ryuen up, and followed behind Kujo, who was carrying Albert on his back, as they headed into the school building.

Not long after.

In the infirmary, which was permeated with the smell of disinfectant.

Ryuen opened his eyes, and the first thing that came into view was a monotonous white ceiling.

The dull pain coming from all over his body made him instantly recall everything that had happened on the rooftop.

"It wasn't a dream?"

Ryuen clenched his fists, his arms trembling slightly from the effort. He swung them toward the ceiling, then let them drop powerlessly.

He understood that none of this was a dream; this was the living reality.

"Ryuen, you're awake?" Ishizaki, who had a bandage on his face, saw his movement and hurriedly tried to help him up.

Albert, who was to the side, also understood and got up to help.

"Kujo held back, so your daily lives won't be affected. As for the infirmary, I've already had a word with them. They only know you fell down the stairs. We've already coordinated our stories."

Sakagami's voice drifted slowly from the doorway.

Ryuen turned his head to look at him, pulling a self-deprecating sneer:

"It seems you and Kujo are indeed in cahoots, Sakagami."

Long before going to the rooftop, Ryuen had spent 40,000 points to ask Sakagami to keep an eye on the battle and be ready to leave evidence of Kujo using violence at any time.

In the original plan, Ryuen had intended to use trash talk to provoke Kujo into making a move. After all, as long as the other party struck first, and with Sakagami's testimony, he could force the other party to compromise.

Things had gone surprisingly smoothly, and Kujo had indeed struck, but Sakagami hadn't fulfilled his contract with Ryuen at all.

The reason was simple.

From beginning to end, this was only a verbal contract between Ryuen and Sakagami; there was absolutely no evidence to prove any of it.

He had thought that since the other party was a teacher, he wouldn't lie. Now that he thought about it, he had been too naive.

Sakagami had taught Ryuen another lesson.

And the reason Sakagami chose Kujo was also simple.

Might makes right.

Neither of them were good birds, so whoever could beat the other into submission with force was the student he would support.

That was all.

"How long have I been lying here?"

"Three hours, I suppose. I didn't bother keeping track."

"So you've been waiting here for me for three hours, Sakagami?"

"I have to work tomorrow, and you have classes tomorrow, so it's not strange that I'm concerned about you. Besides, I wasn't waiting the whole time. I just went to take a call from the homeroom teacher of Class A."

After a brief silence.

Ryuen began to ask about Kujo's whereabouts:

"What is that guy doing right now?"

Sakagami shook his head and said:

"Maybe he's out on a date with his girlfriend?"

Hearing this, a vein pulsed on Ryuen's temple; he was genuinely impressed with himself for not immediately getting up to go find Kujo and start another fight.

Ishizaki couldn't help but raise his hand and ask:

"Since when did Kujo have a girlfriend?"

Upon hearing this, Albert handed the slippers from under the bed to Ryuen.

Without even looking, Ryuen swung his arm.

"Smack!"

The slipper landed precisely on Ishizaki's face.

"Idiot."

Ryuen closed his eyes, too lazy to keep looking at Ishizaki's blank expression.

Do you think everyone is a simpleton like you, Ishizaki?

Who in Class C would actually like that gloomy brat?

It's only a simple-minded fool like you, Ishizaki, who wouldn't know.

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