Warrior Duel

Class C is made up of delinquents—the bottom of society's food chain, lower than even honest folk. They have no proper jobs, loaf around all day, and need to call up a crowd just to buy a cup of milk tea, five people pooling together to afford it.

So the question is, in this school's strict hierarchical system, what kind of person is worse than a delinquent?

My name is Beihai, and I'm in a school with a clear ranking system. Let's uncover this secret.

Look ahead—that's Kikyo Kushida. In Class D, she's hailed as an angel, an easygoing person. So easygoing that if you dumped juice on her head, as long as you said sorry, she'd forgive you.

She wears a smile every day, and her greatest wish is to be friends with everyone.

But after she came to the grove, she tore off the mask completely, kicking the railing over and over again.

The expression on her face was no longer gentle, but somewhat twisted, almost like a female ghost. The words spilling from her mouth showed no mercy either.

"Damn it! Damn it! Suzune Horikita, you bitch, who the hell do you think you're putting on airs for? And those three disgusting bastards, hopeless, trash, perverts. I want to puke every time I see them. Get hooked by a slut with a single flick, huh? Pickled radish, don't eat!"

Kiyotaka Kiyotaka's eyes went wide, as if he couldn't believe it. He thought Beihai was already the master of disguise in this school, but he never imagined there was an even greater expert!

He thought he could blend in as an ordinary student here, since he'd been holding back his scores on exams—until he met Beihai.

With formidable ability, Beihai could strip your personality and motives clean in just a few words. Talking to Beihai felt like being naked.

Even physically, though Beihai always looked sickly and sleep-deprived, his strength and reflexes were definitely no joke—already surpassing human limits and reaching the realm of a monster.

Only like this could he keep up with Beihai, and both of them knew that, if necessary, they could cut ties cleanly in an instant.

But he never expected that this school not only had a Sleeping Dragon but also a Young Phoenix, and now a third party had popped up.

Kiyotaka Kiyotaka deeply understood that there's no harm without comparison. Compared to these two masters of disguise, he was still too green, like an elementary schooler.

"Really surprising. Which one is the real her?"

"What's real? You're in Class D—you should know that class is full of freaks."

"What kind of person is worse than a delinquent? Naturally, someone with flaws that normal people can't tolerate. Including you."

Kiyotaka Kiyotaka was a bit slow to react. Listening to Beihai's words, he fell into thought. What did he mean by "including you"?

It was like that internet meme: to get back together with her boyfriend, she not only had to chip in money but also bring her best friend along when committing suicide. So did he have to do that too?

Or was he included?

Beihai saw his expression and shook his head in boredom. Who's to say otherwise?

A beautiful girl with long black hair who casually stabs people with a compass—who could put up with that except this guy?

Where there's one, there's two. Extremes meet, or to put it bluntly, when you step on a cockroach, you should realize your house is already infested.

Beihai didn't feel much, and Kiyotaka Kiyotaka nodded slightly. Just as they were about to leave, the poker-faced guy's phone rang at the worst possible time.

Beihai paused and glanced at him. For some reason, even Kiyotaka could read Beihai's expression: Are you really this bold? Sneaking around and you don't even put your phone on silent?

In the dark, empty surroundings, that ding-dong was extremely loud. Without a doubt, one of them had to go out and take the fall.

"What are you looking at me for? You'd better get out there fast. Getting tangled up with someone like this is a pain."

Kiyotaka Kiyotaka's expression didn't change.

"Maybe there are more options. In math or other subjects, I'm confident."

"So what? This is completely different, OK?"

The two were deadlocked. Kiyotaka Kiyotaka certainly wasn't going to step out.

As Beihai said, she was trouble. But could he handle it himself?

He already had a female friend, Suzune Horikita, who made his vision go dark and his head spin. If another one showed up, especially this kind of disguised type, who knew when she'd blow up?

While the two were still at a standoff, Kikyo Kushida wasn't about to wait for them to finish their discussion.

This was her deepest secret. After transferring schools, no one knew—it was like starting a new life, just like setting up a new persona at the start of the semester.

Now, having her persona collapse was a small matter, but if it got out, it would bring irreversible disaster.

So when she heard a sound, she didn't hesitate to rush over and immediately caught the two of them.

"You both heard that?"

Kikyo Kushida realized they'd seen through her, so she dropped the act, her face falling, and her words lost all their former sweetness and warmth.

"Kiyotaka? Kikyo Kushida, you're here too? What's your relationship?"

Beihai slipped into character in an instant, his whole demeanor becoming dazed, as if he'd just arrived and had no idea what was going on.

He looked at the two of them with the surprise of someone who'd run into them while out for a stroll.

Kikyo Kushida glanced at Beihai and dismissed some of her suspicion. After all, the earlier stereotypes were very useful—bookworm and gloomy shut-in.

And his reaction seemed like that of an unimportant person who'd already been won over. This behavior was perfectly normal.

So all her hostility landed squarely on one person.

Kiyotaka Kiyotaka noticed this and found it unbelievable. Had he already been sold out? What a clean cut!

"I just got here too, same as Beihai."

That one sentence made Kikyo Kushida's gaze turn suspicious again. Her expression grew even darker, and the gears in her mind started turning instantly.

Ultimately, once suspicion takes root in someone's mind, they'd rather kill the innocent than let the guilty slip—so why not drag both down?

Kikyo Kushida suddenly reached out and grabbed Beihai's wrist. Of the two people present, Beihai was the easier target; everyone knew to pick the soft persimmon first.

Beihai narrowed his eyes, sensing something was off, and immediately dropped all pretense.

The moment she made her move, Beihai guessed her intent—drag both of them down. But the Sakura version was still a bit ahead of its time; if he got dragged down, he'd truly lose a layer of skin.

After all, in Sakura's judicial system, as long as someone harbored even a shred of suspicion, even with surveillance footage as evidence, they could still drag you through two or three years of litigation and destroy your reputation entirely!

So Beihai couldn't let her succeed. Otherwise, forget about finishing the exam and going back—he'd be throwing his entire life away.

Kikyo Kushida placed Beihai's hand against her chest. Beihai didn't hold back—he grabbed hold, then twisted his grip to seize her collar and roared, "What's this, Kushida? Are you trying to challenge me to a samurai duel?"