"If you're not satisfied, then give it a try." Shiraishi Makoto unbuttoned his burgundy school blazer, casually tossed it onto the desk, then rose and walked over to Nanase Tsubasa.
"Let me see what you're made of."
"You..." Nanase's pupils contracted slightly. She did not understand why Shiraishi would suggest something like this.
"Just treat me as Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's helper." Shiraishi assumed a fighting stance. "If you can't do it, let 'Matsuo' take over."
Shiraishi knew perfectly well that Nanase was kind by nature, so even when facing an "enemy" like Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, she could not resort to violence. But she also knew that she could not accomplish her goal without using force, so she had forced herself to create, deep within her heart, a "Matsuo Eiichiro" persona branded with vengeance.
Whenever she needed to use violence, she would hypnotize herself and play the role of Matsuo Eiichiro.
"President, 'I' won't hold back." Nanase seemed to be making one final struggle.
"I had never received any training related to fighting before. I only started learning from Ayanokoji in January." Shiraishi's gaze settled on Nanase as he spoke blandly. "If you can't even beat me, then you might as well wash up and go to bed."
The instant she heard those words, the struggle in Nanase's eyes vanished completely. She took a step back and assumed a fighting stance as well.
"Then please guide me, President."
"Just be careful not to break anything in the office." Shiraishi raised his left hand, signaling for her to attack.
Nanase judged that Shiraishi had not lied about having trained for only five months, but she had no idea of his actual level, so she chose to test him first.
Nanase closed in from the front, intending to seize Shiraishi's outstretched hand. Shiraishi, too, sensed