A Story Starting from Classroom of the Elite

He kept his hands in a cross-guard position.

Having been struck twice in such a short time, his forearms were already covered in large, red welts.

"Fast reflexes." Tanaka Yukishin retracted his extended right leg, the creases of his sweatpants falling back into place as his muscles relaxed, "But your intent to charge was far too obvious."

Koenji shook his numb arms and tore off his sweat-soaked headband.

As his golden, choppy hair fell over his forehead, his entire aura shifted abruptly.

His originally wide-open stance transitioned into a subtle, feminine cat stance, his palms slowly drawing circles in front of his chest like a millstone.

This charge came without any warning.

His feet tapped the ground three times, his body completing three changes in direction within a single second.

By the time the afterimages still lingering on the spectators' retinas faded, Koenji had already cut into his opponent's inner circle.

His left hand formed a tiger claw aimed at the throat, while his right elbow coiled with power, targeting the ribs.

Tanaka Yukishin inhaled, pulled in his abdomen, and jerked his shoulder, his elbow tip slicing through the air like a curved blade.

Combat intelligence is about playing to one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses.

So what if you can change direction and accelerate? I am tougher than you; you cannot withstand a direct trade of blows.

This head-on response caused Koenji Rokusuke's offensive to stall for a split second.

He pushed off with his legs to shift his position, abandoning the tiger claw to accelerate his right elbow.

Tanaka Yukishin raised his left knee diagonally to block, parrying the elbow strike while his left fist punched straight through the layers of defense toward Koenji's face.

"Snap!"

The moment the fist connected with his cheekbone, Koenji flew backward like a kite with a broken string, only to hook his hand onto the ropes just before falling off the ring.

He used the recoil of the ropes to flip in mid-air, landing in a lunge to dissipate the force, leaving two charred marks on the floor where his feet had skidded.

Bright red blood dripped from his nose onto the white ropes, yet Koenji's smile only grew brighter.

He wiped his face, the blood smearing into thin lines across his cheek.

"Just as I expected, I can't break through your defensive perimeter at all."

Tanaka Yukishin shook his wrists, his gaze becoming slightly more serious.

"Your composite martial arts... did you create them yourself?"

He didn't have much interest in hand-to-hand combat; thermal weapons were simply too dominant.

If he had the spare time to practice martial arts, he would rather cultivate his mental power.

But Koenji Rokusuke's tricks were indeed interesting.

"I took a little bit of skin and fur from over a dozen different schools."

Koenji reset his starting stance, this time mixing a standard boxing guard with the alert stance of Jeet Kune Do.

"But it seems it doesn't work on Tanaka-kun at all."

"It's already quite interesting." Tanaka Yukishin lowered his center of gravity for the first time, "As a side show, at least."

Before the words had even faded, a sudden explosion of sound erupted from the ring.

Before anyone could react, the two figures had already collided, leaving only blurs in their wake.

Koenji's jabs poured out like a rainstorm, each strike precisely aimed at vital points like the liver and temples, combined with unpredictable footwork to form a three-dimensional assault.

Tanaka Yukishin, however, was like a reef in a storm, always able to execute precise blocks half a second before the strikes reached him.

The moment his thirty-seventh attack was swatted away, Koenji suddenly changed his fist into a palm, his five fingers hooking toward his opponent's elbow joint.

This change finally forced Tanaka Yukishin to take half a step back, but that was all—the locked arm suddenly twisted like a snake shedding its skin, and he grabbed Koenji's wrist to execute a shoulder throw.

"Boom!"

The ring groaned under the impact as Koenji's back made intimate contact with the floor.

But he immediately curled his body and rolled, creating distance before his opponent could follow up.

The breakfall technique was so perfect that even the Boxing Club President let out a whistle.

"Do you want to continue?" Tanaka Yukishin looked at his opponent, who was struggling to stand, "Your left hand shouldn't be able to lift anymore, right?"

Koenji's left arm hung limply, trembling unnaturally.

I really can't beat him.

Chapter 24: Misunderstanding

After the boxing club dungeon ended, Tanaka Yukishin received the corresponding points.

He looked at the balance, which had already surpassed ten million.

He chuckled as he began to calculate.

After clearing the remaining twenty-plus clubs, the final amount should be around 50 million.

After all, not every club had such ample funding.

Besides that, starting next month, there will be friend fees.

The estimate is roughly 3 million to 6 million per month.

12 months a year.

With this many points, I can't spend them all; I really can't spend them all.

At this moment, a new point payment notification suddenly popped up.

Tanaka Yukishin tapped to open it, and the payer was Kiryuin Fuuka.

"Senior, I didn't take down those three. I don't deserve this 300,000."

Although he said that.

But looking at Tanaka Yukishin's smiling face, one couldn't tell he felt embarrassed at all.

"It's an admission fee."

Admission?

Tanaka Yukishin had thought it was money paid to avoid disaster.

When his verbal offensive failed to work again earlier.

Tanaka Yukishin had already thought about what to do next.

There were still many clubs that had changed their minds because of Kiryuin Fuuka's instigation.

He would go a bit harder during guidance and then frame her on the spot.

Kiryuin Fuuka would inevitably have to take the blame.

If others couldn't beat Tanaka Yukishin, couldn't they beat you, Kiryuin Fuuka?

Even if you could handle one club, what about multiple clubs?

Now it seemed there was no need to do that.

She is still just a child, after all.

Although from a girl's perspective, she is a bit overly lively.

But considering she is quite sensible.

It's not impossible to give her a chance and a way out to repent.

The great hero Guo Jing once said, "To know one's mistake and correct it is the greatest virtue."

Then he wouldn't kill her off with one blow.

Tanaka Yukishin would never admit that it was because she was good-looking and had long, snow-white hair that was a special attack against people from China.

The main thing was that she was sensible enough.

Plus, by comparison, that rough man Kudo from the MMA Club was clearly not as pleasing to the eye as a beautiful guide.

"Got it, see you at the restaurant later."

After everything ended, it was still early.

Having agreed to meet the seniors at the restaurant for dinner.

The group from Class D went to the commercial district and found a private room to sing karaoke.

Generally speaking, when men and women in Japan go out to have fun, as long as they don't run into scumbags or gold diggers.

Expenses are split AA, with everyone paying their own share.

Even if there were players or manipulative people, they wouldn't be so short-sighted as to take such petty advantages.

But at this moment, Tanaka Yukishin held a massive fortune, and his girlfriend Karuizawa Kei was the group leader.

With the idea of supporting his girlfriend, he directly covered all the expenses.

Tanaka Yukishin arrived at the front desk.

It just so happened that Class B of the first year was having a team-building event.

Class B leader Ichinose Honami held the power over the class finances.

Expenses like team-building naturally came out of the class fund.

The two presented their student ID terminals at the front desk and scanned the payment machine held by the clerk.

Ichinose Honami observed carefully, even in a place like a karaoke room where various lights flickered.

She clearly saw the account balance of Tanaka Yukishin.

She counted silently in her heart.

1, 2, 3, 4... 5... 6, 7, 8!?

8 digits, it was in the tens of millions.

It seems he is a senior.

After all, there are 160 people in the four classes of the first year.

100,000 per person, even if accumulated, that's only 16 million.

The four classes are competitors, after all.

It's not as if the other three classes would empty their points to scrape together 10 million for one person.

But remembering how the upperclassmen ignored or brushed her off when she was gathering information earlier.

She hesitated, wondering whether she should ask Tanaka Yukishin.

Watching Tanaka Yukishin turn around, she finally made up her mind.

Asking might not yield an answer, but not asking certainly wouldn't.

"Senior, I am Ichinose Honami from Class B of the first year."

"May I ask you a question?"

Ichinose Honami?

Oh, it's Fatty Honami.

Hearing a cute female voice calling out from behind him.

Tanaka Yukishin turned around and carefully sized up the girl before him.

Her pink hair cascaded like flowing clouds, shifting into a kaleidoscope of colors under the swaying, rotating neon lights of the K-hall.

Her azure eyes seemed to contain everything like the vast ocean.

Beneath her cute face, the most praiseworthy feature was her well-developed assets.

Her curvaceous figure was wrapped tightly in her school uniform.

It made Tanaka Yukishin's appetite grow.

Fatty Honami, true to her name.

But she thinks I'm a senior?