A Story Starting from Classroom of the Elite

"Now, let us become one."

At this moment, besides burning madness, there was a hint of lewdness in the eyes of Yamamoto Ichiro.

Frightened by the terrifying appearance of Yamamoto Ichiro, Sakura Airi instinctively scrambled backward using both her hands and feet.

With her heart completely occupied by fear, she had already forgotten that Tanaka Yukishin was secretly following and protecting her.

As a solid obstruction was felt behind her.

Sakura Airi's back was already pressed against the wall.

In extreme panic, tears dripped from her eye sockets.

When Yamamoto leaned down to close in, she wanted to scream, but her throat felt as if it were being throttled, unable to make a sound.

Standing to the side and watching the show, Tanaka Yukishin couldn't help but secretly applaud Sakura Airi's performance.

To be able to act so realistically even with protection.

Airi-chan should be an actress, not a model.

Watching Yamamoto Ichiro get closer and closer to Sakura Airi.

Tanaka Yukishin knew it was time.

If she were actually touched by this scum, she would probably be left with psychological trauma.

He immediately exerted force with his legs and leaped up.

As he vaulted over the wall, he pressed his palm against it.

He changed his landing point for the strike.

Eat my Justice Rider Kick.

As the size 11 sole of his shoe slammed heavily into his chest.

Yamamoto Ichiro was kicked three meters away, crashing into the side wall.

Following a dull thud came a crisp crack.

Yamamoto Ichiro's head collided with the wall and was bloodied.

Seeing that Yamamoto Ichiro had no chance to escape for the time being.

Tanaka Yukishin turned around, ready to properly praise Sakura Airi's acting skills.

Just as he turned, he was tackled into an embrace by Sakura Airi.

"I was so scared, Tanaka-kun."

Looking at the teary-eyed, panic-stricken girl in his arms.

Tanaka Yukishin knew he had misjudged the situation.

He wrapped his arms around Sakura Airi and patted her back.

Then, his right hand stroked her hair, sliding down to her neck and spine, repeating the motion several times.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here."

Only after Sakura Airi's emotions stabilized.

Did Tanaka Yukishin lean in close and say.

"I was right by your side; didn't you check my location on your phone back at the shopping street?"

"How could you still be afraid?"

"I just..."

Sakura Airi felt a bit embarrassed, but she still spoke up.

At this moment, Tanaka Yukishin heard a commotion.

He turned his head to look and saw Yamamoto Ichiro recovering and getting up, preparing to flee.

He couldn't afford to continue talking to Sakura Airi.

He picked up a drink that had fallen on the ground.

He aimed at the target's right leg and threw it with force.

The high-speed flying drink bottle smashed directly into the popliteal fossa behind the knee joint.

After the dislocation, the muscles went into spasm.

Yamamoto Ichiro stumbled and fell to the ground.

He clutched his struck leg and howled in pain.

Tanaka Yukishin walked over, grabbed him by the collar, and hauled him up.

"**"

"Scum."

With every word he spoke, Tanaka Yukishin delivered a slap to his face.

A few minutes later, the face of Yamamoto Ichiro had swollen into a pig's head.

Bruised blue and purple, combined with the bloodstains left from his previous collision with the wall.

He looked just like a slaughtered pig during the Lunar New Year.

As he continued to strike, the violent desire in the heart of Tanaka Yukishin grew increasingly intense.

It had been a long time since he had used violence so satisfyingly.

He remembered the last time was after his younger sister had been stalked by a pervert; he had plowed through the local delinquents and social scum in the surrounding area several times over.

How nostalgic.

This human punching bag wasn't bad either.

Under the guise of a reasonable situation, he decided to break his limbs first.

Afterward, he would just say he lost control of himself in a fit of rage.

With that thought, Tanaka Yukishin threw a left hook, striking the right wrist of Yamamoto Ichiro.

The swift and fierce punch shattered the wrist joint instantly.

Listening to the agonizing wails of Yamamoto Ichiro.

Tanaka Yukishin found them incredibly pleasant to the ear.

With two more punches, the bones in the right arm of Yamamoto Ichiro were broken into four segments.

Overcome by the excruciating pain, Yamamoto Ichiro instantly passed out.

Tanaka Yukishin could not stand for anyone to fall asleep in this environment.

A quiet hospital room or a narrow, silent coffin was his only proper destination.

So, he grabbed his collar with his other hand.

His right hand struck out with three more punches.

Under the influence of the pain.

Yamamoto Ichiro drifted in and out of consciousness.

Sakura Airi curled up in the corner of the wall, the wounds on her palms from the ground beginning to seep blood.

She looked at the back of Tanaka Yukishin, noticing the wall dust clinging to the hem of his uniform, rising in tiny particles with every punch he threw.

When his fist landed, the right arm of Yamamoto Ichiro made a sound like a snapping dry branch; she covered her mouth abruptly, bile rising in her throat.

At this moment, Sakura Airi realized what was happening and pushed herself up against the wall, her calves still trembling.

She ran over and hugged the waist of Tanaka Yukishin from behind, her forehead bumping against his shoulder blade.

The boy's tensed muscles felt painfully hard, but she dared not let go.

"That's enough, Tanaka-kun."

To avoid hurting the girl, Tanaka Yukishin did not break free.

"Airi-chan, let go."

"I know you are a kind girl."

"But he has already transformed from an ordinary person into a criminal."

"Criminals don't feel pain."

The voice of Sakura Airi was muffled against his back, her hot, damp breath seeping through the fabric of his shirt.

"It really is enough, Tanaka-kun. He will receive the punishment he deserves."

"Don't kill him, it's not worth it."

Tanaka Yukishin had black lines running down his face.

There were too many pieces of trash he had already sent to the Western Paradise.

As a veteran, he knew very well that this level of violence would result in nothing more than disability.

However, since someone was trying to talk him down, Tanaka Yukishin found it difficult to continue.

Feeling the tensed muscles of Tanaka Yukishin gradually relax.

Sakura Airi released her hands.

"Consider yourself lucky, scum."

He let go of the left hand that had been gripping the collar.

Tanaka Yukishin delivered a front kick, striking the abdomen of Yamamoto Ichiro and sending him flying.

The sound of the impact exploded in the alleyway.

The back of Yamamoto Ichiro collided violently with the wall before he slumped to the ground, motionless.

Sakura Airi stood where she was, her hands gripping her skirt tightly, her fingernails almost piercing her palms.

The red dot of the surveillance camera on the utility pole was still blinking, but Sakura Airi had eyes only for Yamamoto Ichiro's unresponsive body.

She looked at Tanaka Yukishin's blood-stained knuckles, her breathing suddenly turning ragged.

"Tanaka-kun, you..."

Her voice trembled because she had suddenly realized one thing—if Yamamoto Ichiro died, Tanaka Yukishin might go to prison.

In Japan, even in self-defense, causing serious injury or death could still be judged as excessive force.

Her breathing nearly stalled.

It couldn't end like this.

"Tanaka-kun, listen to me..."

She suddenly lunged forward to grab his sleeve, her voice laced with a trembling, tearful sob.

Before he could react, she had already begun tearing at the collar of her uniform, black buttons popping off and scattering onto the ground.

"When the police arrive later, just say he was assaulting me..." Amidst the sound of tearing fabric, sweat beaded on her forehead from anxiety, "That way, it will be considered self-defense..."

Her voice was very soft, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, "I am the witness. They won't be able to hold you responsible."

Tanaka Yukishin pressed down on her trembling wrists.

The girl's body heat seeped through his palms, feeling colder than he had imagined.

He saw the teardrops hanging from her eyelashes, yet she wore a look of forced determination on her face, and his chest was suddenly pricked by something.

"There's no need for this. A girl's innocence..."

"I'm willing!"