A Story Starting from Classroom of the Elite

A young woman followed behind him.

Sato Muyoku stepped out of the car and swept a glance at the criminal lying on the ground.

The man's face was bruised and swollen, his arms bent at jagged, lightning-bolt angles.

His chest rose and fell ever so slightly.

It matched the report from the caller on the phone perfectly.

For a case like this, with both witnesses and physical evidence present.

There was no need to think; it was a merit handed to him on a silver platter.

However, considering that Shirakawa Kanon had been stuck with him at this dump of a school without any chance to encounter special cases.

He waved his hand.

"Shirakawa, go check on the suspect. Call for an ambulance if you need to."

"Yes, sir!"

Shirakawa Kanon turned to examine the man.

She knelt on one knee and pried open the suspect's eyelids, the beam of her silver flashlight sweeping back and forth across his swollen pupils.

After putting on gloves, she traced the outline of the twisted arms with her index finger, then suddenly pressed hard on a joint, causing the unconscious man to let out a hoarse groan of pain.

At this moment, Sato Muyoku cast his gaze toward the other two people present.

Both were students, a boy and a girl.

The girl's collar was slightly disheveled.

Her emotions seemed relatively stable.

The boy, however, was calm...

To beat someone into such a state and show absolutely no reaction.

Could he be another paranoid fanatic like Akoya Seishu?

Looking at the somewhat similar-looking male student, he suddenly remembered a junior he had once mentored.

Although he hadn't mentored him for very long.

He had left a deep impression on him.

He was an existence that was extremely dangerous to evildoers.

But what did that matter?

That person had already been promoted above him now.

And this student before him had nothing to do with him.

"I am Sato Muyoku, the director of the security office stationed at Tokyo Advanced Nurturing High School."

"You don't need to be nervous, and there's no need to be agitated. Based on the description this student gave when reporting the crime, for now, this appears to be a case of righteous action and self-defense."

"According to protocol, once my subordinate finishes her check, you two can just come back with us to give a statement."

"The final result will depend on the surveillance footage."

Pacifying people was also part of the job.

Sato Muyoku acted in a manner befitting his position.

Watching the young girl gaze at the boy with eyes that seemed to be melting with affection.

He couldn't help but smile.

Youth, how wonderful it is.

"Young lady, you should properly thank your boyfriend later."

"It's clear he was extremely furious; otherwise, even as an adult, I wouldn't be able to break a man's arm with full force."

"You're mistaken, I'm not her boyfriend."

Tanaka Yukishin was not the type of indecisive, spineless, Yasashii protagonist found in Japanese media.

He had his reasons for the denial.

First, his relationship with Sakura Airi hadn't reached that level yet.

Second, he intended to build a harem, and Sakura Airi didn't know that yet, nor was it certain she would accept it.

Just as he was about to say the word "friend."

He felt a subtle tug at the hem of his shirt.

He turned his head.

Looking at Sakura Airi's hesitant and pleading eyes, his heart softened involuntarily.

He changed his words.

"We are just childhood friends."

"Tch."

Sato Muyoku spat out the sound, unimpressed.

Childhood sweethearts have a foundation of affection.

With that as a premise, a young hero saves the damsel in distress, his anger flaring up for the sake of a beauty.

The young girl's heart stirs, her eyes conveying her feelings.

If they don't end up together after this, he feels it would be hard to wrap things up.

"Little girl, you should repay him well. I think giving this tsundere two or three cute kids would be quite nice."

"Senior, kids cost a lot of money these days. I think one is enough."

Shirakawa Kanon, having finished her inspection, walked over and chimed in casually.

As a young girl in her prime, she also longed for a pure, sweet romance.

It was a pity that once she entered the police force, she would have to rely on mixers in the future.

Fortunately, she was currently at a school.

If she couldn't eat pork, couldn't she at least watch the pigs run?

That was why she loved to ship the hazy, budding affection between young boys and girls.

Sato Muyoku thought about the expenses of his own daughter's schooling and nodded in agreement.

"That's true, one is enough."

"I say, adults should act like adults. Please take your work a little more seriously during business hours."

The corner of Tanaka Yukishin's mouth twitched slightly.

Police officers not doing their jobs and just shipping kids—no wonder they were called tax thieves.

Sato Muyoku laughed heartily.

"Although this young man is a reliable guy, he's still young and thin-skinned. You can't tease him like that. Tone it down, Shirakawa."

"Senior, aren't you also..."

Halfway through her sentence, she felt Sato Muyoku's gaze turn dangerous.

Shirakawa Kanon immediately changed her tune.

"The criminal suspect is in a somewhat dangerous state. An ambulance has been notified and will arrive in ten minutes."

Shirakawa Kanon took off her blood-stained gloves, pulled out an evidence camera, and snapped away at the button on the ground.

Taking the opportunity to lean close to Sakura Airi, she fluttered her eyelashes.

"If you let a childhood friend who can fight and is also gentle like this get away, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Just as she finished speaking, a phone suddenly rang.

Sato Muyoku took it out and answered.

"Yes, that's right..."

After ending the call.

Sato Muyoku said to Tanaka Yukishin.

"The school called. You two head to the Student Council first. Come to the security office later to give your statements."

"Young man, communicate well... who knows, you might be able to add a line to your resume for your act of chivalry."

After the reminder, Sato Muyoku watched as Tanaka Yukishin led Sakura Airi away.

Shirakawa Kanon wore a mischievous grin as she pulled out a voice recorder.

"Senior, why did you give that girl an assist just now?"

"Because everyone has their youth."

"That's all? I don't think so."

"I also wish I could be impulsive and throw myself into danger for someone else once more. Unfortunately, I'm old now and don't have the drive I had when I was young."

"Haha, Senior, I've recorded that. If you don't want Tsukino to find out, you're treating me to food."

He gave her a light flick on the forehead.

Watching Shirakawa Kanon cover her forehead with a pained expression.

Sato Muyoku replied irritably.

"You idiot, you've been stuck at this dump of a school with me for so long. You haven't learned anything good, just how to scam people with a voice recorder."

"I'll treat you to an izakaya tonight. Anyway, the school just gave us 500,000 points."

"500,000 points just for an izakaya?"

"Order whatever you want, as long as it's within 500,000."

"Long live, Senior!"

Seeing Shirakawa Kanon looking so happy.

Sato Muyoku shook his head.

Still so young; she thinks of nothing but food.

How much could 500,000 yen even buy at an izakaya?

If it were his wife Tsukino, she would at least ask for a set of cosmetics.

Student Council · Transaction

Walking on the way to the Student Council.

Tanaka Yukishin suggested.

"Should we head back to the dorms to change clothes first?"

"No way, this is evidence."

Sakura Airi was wearing Tanaka Yukishin's jacket, secretly delighted in her heart.

How could she possibly agree?

...Fine.

Seeing that he couldn't sway her, Tanaka Yukishin didn't bother trying to persuade her further.

Arriving at the Student Council, Tanaka Yukishin stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

After opening the door, Horikita Manabu carefully scrutinized the man and woman who entered.

His gaze landed on Tanaka Yukishin first.