A Story Starting from Classroom of the Elite

The club presidents will likely only make their decisions after testing the waters a few times.

How interesting, to think I'd run into something like this.

Kiryuin Fuuka was no longer in a rush.

Business could be handled later, but witnessing someone take on every sports club single-handedly—missing out on such a peerless spectacle would be a lifelong regret.

"I see. I'll take you there. Among the sports clubs, the most powerful are the Swimming Club, the MMA Club, and the Track and Field Club. There are over a dozen others. Which one do you want to visit first?"

"Then let's go in the order of the MMA Club, the Track and Field Club, and the Swimming Club."

Tanaka Yukishin was not surprised by the white-haired girl's shift in attitude.

Because the curiosity and longing in her eyes were practically bursting into flames.

I feel like I've met a lot of strange people today.

The narcissistic blond Koenji Rokusuke, the rebellious Karuizawa Kei, the volatile Kamuro Masumi, and now this white-haired, purple-eyed beauty who is just here to watch the show.

Is it a coincidence, or is it the result of the [Child of Destiny] influence?

Walking in front to lead the way, Kiryuin Fuuka introduced information about the clubs as they moved.

Following standard procedure, the school would begin club recruitment on the afternoon of the second day of school.

At that time, every club would arrange for personnel to be at the auditorium, and freshmen could choose to join based on their own needs and interests.

If one didn't want to join an existing club, they could also start their own.

Because of the fully enclosed system, the school had relaxed restrictions in this regard.

They did not follow the school's circle rules of requiring a three-person hobby group or a five-person club.

As long as there were three people, a club could be established, and they would be allocated a classroom to serve as a club activity room.

The club classroom building was divided into two wings; the one they had just entered was used exclusively for club gatherings.

For example, sports clubs held their activities in their respective specialized facilities.

The Track and Field Club practiced on the track, the basketball club on the basketball court, the Swimming Club in the swimming pool...

The other building housed intellectual clubs and various miscellaneous clubs, where the club activity rooms served as the activity venues themselves.

The club classrooms were open from 7:30 AM to 7:30 PM.

Tanaka Yukishin nodded continuously as he listened, already forming a plan for his next moves.

First, visit the three strongest clubs and challenge them one by one.

Then, have them act as intermediaries to relay his demands to the other clubs, finishing them all in one go.

As for the intermediary fee, maybe I'll charge one month less in protection fees?

Hmm, I'll ask exactly how much their monthly budget is later; I'd hate to be too generous if they have a lot.

The fee remains to be determined.

Upon reaching the fifth floor, Kiryuin Fuuka pushed open the doors to the MMA Club.

Inside, stacks of cardboard boxes nearly submerged the low table by the window. The usually pristine wooden floor was covered in messy footprints, and a half-peeled recruitment poster hung from the air conditioner's vent.

This MMA Club activity room was only briefly lively during their fixed weekly meetings on Wednesdays.

The rest of the time, only a few members would occasionally sneak in to rest, while everyone else was busy training at the club's activity site.

Trying to contact anyone was a game of luck; either you sent ten messages to their student ID terminals and received no response, or you did as they were doing now—showing up in person to find someone.

"The application form template is on its fifth revision!" The girl with a high ponytail stood on her tiptoes to stack documents atop a precarious pile, the club badge on her chest reflecting a metallic sheen in the sunlight. "The president says we need to add a psychological test section to the membership application, based on last year's dropout rates six months after enrollment."

The boy behind her was pulling a bundle of glow-in-the-dark wristbands from the bottom of a box and nearly knocked over a display rack of past trophies upon hearing this: "More work? I joined the MMA Club to learn fighting, not to be a laborer. I've already burned myself out for this club three times this week."

The whiteboard against the wall was covered in dense, handwritten scheduling nodes, with bright yellow sticky notes labeled "Material Inventory" and "Contingency Plan."

The person in front of the computer suddenly turned around, the blue light from their glasses flashing over data charts: "Another 160 freshmen are arriving, half boys and half girls. Based on previous conversion rates, we need to prepare at least 20 welcome gifts."

The sound of the door opening caused all three to turn their heads simultaneously.

"Oh, it's Fuuka. We don't have time to hang out today, maybe next time."

"Not necessarily, maybe Kiryuin-san has other business."

"Possible, she has a boy following her."

The three exchanged greetings before returning to their busy work.

Suddenly, clap, clap, clap—three crisp sounds of applause echoed through the room.

Kiryuin Fuuka walked to the center of the room and crossed her arms, her school skirt swaying gently with the movement.

"Hanai-chan, you're wrong." She intentionally drew out her tone, her fingertips tracing a graceful arc in the air before finally pointing to the person behind her.

"The one looking for you is my junior, Tanaka Yukishin, who is standing right behind me. He's a genius who discovered the school's educational philosophy on his very first day and has now come to collect instruction fees and protection fees from you sports clubs."

Kiryuin Fuuka fanned the flames, her face filled with a mischievous, mocking smile.

"We really don't have time, Fuuka, we're busy with recruitment preparations. You go on ahead, and when we're done, I'll treat you to three ice cream cones."

Seeing her friend show up to stir up trouble, Shiraishi Hanai put down the documents in her hand and moved to push her out.

"Wait, wait!" Bracing her hands against the doorframe to resist the pushing from behind, Kiryuin Fuuka hurriedly urged Tanaka Yukishin.

"Listen, junior, it's time for you to step up. If you don't prove yourself now, you're going to be kicked out. Let me tell you, once Hanai-chan enters her overtime-hell mode, she turns into a demon if she's interrupted."

Stopping her shoving, Shiraishi Hanai gave Kiryuin Fuuka's back a sharp, annoyed slap.

Just because I didn't go shopping with you, is it really necessary to ruin my reputation like this?

"Ah, that hurts!"

Kiryuin Fuuka rubbed her back, gasping repeatedly.

Hanai-chan is being too much; I won't forgive her unless she buys me two triple-scoop ice creams.

"Exactly, exactly. If you were saying anything else, Kiryuin-san, the three of us might have believed you. Discovering the educational philosophy could be called this junior being clever. But collecting protection money? Forgive me for being blunt, but he doesn't look strong at all."

The burnt-out boy took advantage of Shiraishi Hanai turning away to steal a moment of rest.

Soon, under the piercing gaze of Kiryuin Fuuka, he pressed his palms together and bowed slightly to beg for mercy.

He was truly exhausted; Shiraishi-san had been working so diligently earlier that she had pressured him and the guy with glasses to rush the work as well.

Shiraishi-san always radiated that intense, driven aura and gaze.

The club president is a real devil, knowing he couldn't handle girls of Shiraishi Hanai's type, she specifically assigned her as the supervisor.

It's over; counting tomorrow's recruitment and the follow-up, he'd have to burn out at least two more times this week.

The guy with glasses remained silent, focusing solely on his work.

"It's true, everyone. For example, the MMA Club—one minute should be enough to take down both the president and the vice president."

Tanaka Yukishin had intended to gather all three clubs and resolve them at once.

But looking at the reactions of everyone in the room, he realized they wouldn't agree unless he showed his strength.

"Hey, hey, hey, I can't just pretend I didn't hear that."

Realizing there was a valid excuse to escape the overtime hell, the burnt-out Sakura Sae decisively stepped forward.

As for whether Tanaka Yukishin could actually win, that had nothing to do with him.

After a few exchanges of glances, Tanaka Yukishin smiled knowingly.

"Then I'll have to trouble you to take me to the MMA Club's training grounds, senior. By the way, do you have any acquaintances in the Track and Field Club or the Swimming Club in your contacts?"

The guy with glasses seized the opportunity and followed like a shadow.

"My name is Hiratsuka Kaoru, and I do have acquaintances in those two clubs. By the way, if you're really as strong as you say, junior, I can introduce a beauty to you. She's truly gorgeous."

"Kaoru, you're trying to recommend your sister again, she..."

Sakura Sae started to introduce her carelessly, but before he could say more than a few words, Hiratsuka Kaoru covered his mouth.

You bastard, I'm trying to find a man for my sister, don't you dare interrupt.

After receiving a frantic signal from his bad friend, Sakura Sae blinked, indicating he understood.

"You two have such a good relationship, being so close in front of so many people. Could it be that..."

Before Tanaka Yukishin could finish his sentence—

Bang, bang, bang! The sound of someone slapping a table echoed.

"Don't even think about running off before you've finished your work!"

Pulling everyone's attention back, Shiraishi Hanai walked behind her companions, grabbed them by their collars, and dragged them back.

"Fuuka, take the junior to the club's activity area. I'll send a message to notify the president."

Save me, save me...

Ignoring the pleading gazes of Hiratsuka Kaoru and Sakura Sae, Kiryuin Fuuka waved goodbye.

After a short walk, the two arrived at the MMA Club.

They saw over thirty students using gym equipment for various exercises. On the large central ring, several pairs of people were engaged in sparring, their fists and bodies colliding.

The entire space was filled with the scent of sweat.

Tanaka Yukishin asked with a strange expression:

"Senior, I know that MMA is a comprehensive fighting style, and I understand it requires a strong body as a foundation. But the MMA Club should be more about practicing various combat techniques—like stand-up striking, ground fighting, judo, and boxing. Why does it feel more like a large gym here?"

A muscular guy who had just finished strength training interjected:

"Junior, that's where you're wrong. Learning and using techniques requires someone to guide you through the basics. Unlike fitness, where as long as you don't overdo it or mess around, you can do whatever you want."

"Our MMA Club is currently in free-activity time."

As he spoke, the muscular guy sized up Tanaka Yukishin.

This physique is a bit weak; the foundation is too poor.

He's not suitable for joining the MMA Club.

But since he came with Kiryuin-san from the Boxing Club, he should be a bit more tactful.

He suggested that he spend some time recovering his health first and return once he had made some progress in his training.

"Alright, Nishijima Ryoichi. Hanai-chan should have notified you. When is your club president arriving?"

Unable to see a spectacular show immediately, Kiryuin Fuuka felt a bit disappointed.

Nishijima Ryoichi was full of questions.

"Is this that genius underclassman?"

He had received notice from the club president that someone was coming to challenge the club. He had expected a peerless powerhouse, but the result was just a pretty boy.

However, since he was a genius, he shouldn't be unable to see reality clearly.

So, a technical fighter?

With these questions in mind, Nishijima Ryoichi led the two to the lounge nearby, then informed everyone present of the news.

He had the large ring in the center of the venue cleared out in advance.

After waiting for a few minutes, the person arrived.

However, the club members surrounded the ring, blocking it off completely.

MMA Club president Matsuzaka Tomohito and vice president Charle exchanged a glance, deciding not to chase away the onlookers, and then discussed the plan to have the vice president go first, followed by the president.

It was a common strategy: vice president first, then president. If they won, that was best. If they lost, it would still preserve some face for the club.

Charle was a tall, burly Black man.

Relying on his racial gifts and his love for fitness, he was almost unrivaled in the club.

"I won't waste my breath. Looking at the difference in our physiques, I'll ask one more time: underclassman, are you sure you want to challenge the club?"

"I'm sure."

"To avoid any uninteresting incidents, let Kiryuin-san act as the referee. Can you accept that?"

"Of course."