Combat Power

Seriously, what is up with these two! Are they going to order or what? I've been standing here for minutes.

Sigh, I'm so tired of this.

The waitress, whose existence had been completely ignored, felt her heart shatter in silence, while the two culprits were still waiting for the other to order first.

"Well then, why won't you order, Kamuro?" U Amakusa rested his chin on his hands, his lecherous grin completely unabashed.

"Before that, you should answer my question first."

Hold it in, I have to hold it in. I'll drag him into a corner and beat him up later.

"What question? I don't remember, eh."

He tilted his head, poking his cheek with his index finger, trying to play dumb to get away with it.

Her fists tightened. Kamuro felt like she was going to go insane if this continued, but thinking about what she was going to do later, she almost wanted to laugh.

Yeah, I promise I won't beat you to death later, I promise.

"I'll have an orange juice," Kamuro said calmly, her face devoid of much expression.

"Oh? Coming to a cafe just to drink orange juice? Kamuro is unexpectedly cute." U Amakusa chuckled, his tone laced with teasing.

Her fists tightened again.

"Where exactly do you see 'cute' in that!"

Kamuro tried her best to keep her face calm, but her twitching lip betrayed her.

U Amakusa looked helpless, spreading his hands wide.

"Hi-hi-hi, a childish palate is quite nice too, you know."

"Are you going to order or not!"

This is definitely going to be your medical bill, absolutely!

"Then can I have an espresso as well?"

"Do whatever you want."

Kamuro took a forceful sip from her straw, her expression indifferent; she had no interest in U Amakusa's demands.

Order whatever you want. It's my treat for your medical bills anyway.

"The lady is generous."

U Amakusa's face instantly blossomed into a brilliant smile, and he gave Kamuro a thumbs-up.

As U Amakusa called the waitress over to order an espresso.

"Are you sure about that, sir? Just a friendly reminder, espresso is extremely bitter."

"I know, so could you bring me a few extra packets of sugar? Beautiful waitress." U Amakusa gave the waitress a sweet smile.

U Amakusa hadn't forgotten that he'd made the waitress wait for ages when they first arrived at the cafe.

Even though she maintained her smile, U Amakusa knew it was just her professional courtesy.

He, U Amakusa, couldn't bring himself to make a beautiful woman unhappy.

"That's perfectly fine. About how many packets of sugar would you like?"

The waitress kept her professional smile, her tone kind and gentle.

U Amakusa tilted his head to think for a moment before answering, "Hmm... let me think, three should be enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, U Amakusa quickly turned his head and fixed his gaze on the waitress.

"Of course, I don't even need them if I don't have to. As long as there's your smile on the coffee, that's all I need. To me, your smile is the best sugar; just looking at it makes the sweetness off the charts. Just thinking about it makes my little heart unable to take it."

The waitress couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle. "Ara~ thank you, little brother. Next time you come, I'll give you a 20% discount~"

This exaggerated display wouldn't actually help him "conquer" the waitress; it would likely just become a funny story she'd share with her best friends over tea.

U Amakusa didn't mind being someone else's joke; no girl dislikes being complimented, even if it's done in such an exaggerated way.

At least her mood improved, didn't it?

U Amakusa wouldn't take the waitress's polite 20% discount offer seriously, but he had achieved his goal; a bad impression and a funny impression were two very different things.

Of course, at the very end, U Amakusa added a reminder.

Don't try this move unless you're a handsome guy.

By the time the wonderful ordering time finally ended, Kamuro, who had already finished half her orange juice, slowly set down her glass.

Her face was full of undisguised disgust, her cold eyes staring straight at U Amakusa.

"You really are a perverted scumbag."

"No, no, no, this is called casting a wide net. What man would turn down a beautiful lady?"

U Amakusa didn't care, holding up his index finger and waving it wantonly, his face plastered with a frivolous smile.

With that, Kamuro's disgust for U Amakusa had thickened to the point where it was almost tangible.

Stop it! Don't let this brat enjoy himself, hey!!

"Disgusting. Drink it yourself, I hope it chokes you."

"How could that be? Isn't there sugar right here? I'm not a fan of drinking pure, bitter coffee." U Amakusa said unhurriedly, adding sugar to his coffee with methodical, practiced ease.

"I like things that have a bitter edge but don't lose their sweetness."

Kamuro couldn't fathom this, her expression remaining one of disgust as she retorted, "Bitter and sweet at the same time? What kind of bizarre taste is that?"

"That's why I say you have the palate of a child."

No... something felt off.

Kamuro suddenly realized that U Amakusa seemed to be changing the subject.

"Pervert! You still haven't answered my question. You're just a stalker, aren't you!"

The orange juice glass in her hand clattered onto the table.

Kamuro was absolutely certain she had never known a person named U Amakusa before; she hadn't even heard the name, not once.

"Sigh, why are we back on this topic again?"

Oh boy, I've been found out. What now? Tell the truth?

U Amakusa set down his coffee, scratched his head in distress, and tentatively replied, "If I told you that I knew you in a past life, would you believe me?"

This was such a sleazy, perverted thing to say that Kamuro didn't believe a word of it; instead, it only solidified her conviction that U Amakusa was a stalker.

"I don't believe a damn word! You're definitely a stalker! To think you even followed me all the way to school—you really are something!"

"..."

"Ah, yes, yes, you're right. I'm a stalker."

"I'm going to report you to the school! I'll have you expelled!"

In truth, Kamuro would have preferred to beat U Amakusa up, but she was so irritated by his nonchalant attitude that she felt genuinely incensed.

U Amakusa waved his hands hurriedly and said:

"Where's the proof? You don't have any evidence to report me to the school as a stalker. Besides, it's a fact that you came to this cafe with me. The security cameras captured it all clearly. From any angle, we look like a pair of budding lovebirds."

Kamuro turned bright red with rage, stood up, and pointed at U Amakusa's nose. "Who would ever be with a pervert like you!..."

Sigh, there's no helping it. You don't believe me when I tell the truth, and you insist I'm a stalker, so I have no choice but to make something up.

"Hey, hey, don't be impulsive. I know you're anxious, but calm down first."

Immediately after, U Amakusa lowered his voice, beckoned Kamuro to sit back down, and whispered, "Actually, I'm an undercover agent sent by a neighboring country."

"Huh?"

Kamuro's expression made it clear she was wondering if he thought she was a toddler.

"Don't be impatient, let me analyze it for you. You know about this school's 100% college and employment rate, but that's not the most important part.

The most important thing is that this school is state-sponsored, and every student who graduates from here becomes either a high-level executive at some corporation or a government official."

"In the future, these students will become each other's connections. My mission is called the Ten-Year Plan—to build relationships or find leverage in school, and ten years later, use those connections to obtain classified information.

That's why investigating the students here is of the utmost importance, which is why I reviewed the profiles of most students before I even arrived.

However, how could I possibly forget the profile of my own classmate, Kamuro? Surely you can believe me now, right?"

"I see." Kamuro sat down, appearing to half-understand, and rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

But the next second, her composure shattered.

"Believe my foot! Do you think I'm that easy to fool!" Kamuro slammed back to her feet, hands on her hips.

This bastard! Pervert! Scum!

U Amakusa shrugged helplessly and said, "Oh dear, why don't you believe me? Well, there's nothing else for it. I'll tell you the truth."

He then put on a serious expression.

"Actually, I'm an alien. I came to Earth to find an energy source to save our planet, and you have clues related to it."

At this point, a cross-shaped vein popped up on Kamuro's forehead like a dividing cell. She reached out, grabbed U Amakusa by the collar, and hoisted him into the air.

?????

Damn, is this girl really that strong???

Actually, that wasn't the case; U Amakusa could feel that this body of his was quite formidable—he was a trained fighter.

As for U Amakusa himself, the reason he had gone to graduate school was to avoid inheriting his family's martial arts dojo.

He knew Muay Thai and Sanda, skills he'd picked up during his rebellious phase simply because he hated his father forcing him to practice martial arts and beating him up every day.

Among the first-years, aside from Kiyotaka Ayanokoji and Rokusuke Koenji, the one with the highest combat power was likely Hayato Kito of Class A.

Of course, this excludes Albert from Class C. That guy was pure physical talent with zero technique.

Albert might be able to overpower Hayato Kito through sheer physical stats, but to put it bluntly, Kiyotaka Ayanokoji and Rokusuke Koenji could wipe the floor with Hayato Kito in seconds.

Let's put it this way: if Kiyotaka Ayanokoji is a 100, Albert might barely reach the passing line of 60 based on his physique, but his lack of combat technique drags him back down to around 50.

Ryuen is a 30; he originally subdued Albert through sheer, relentless fighting spirit, despite being pinned to the ground and beaten by Albert every single time.

Whether it was his fight with Kiyotaka Ayanokoji or his later fight with Hosen, if we are talking purely about fighting spirit, Ryuen is the only god among gods in the original work.

Being able to take a beating is also a talent, so Ryuen's combat power can be bumped up from 30 to about 40.

In comparison, Hayato Kito's strength lies in his stability, but he lacks any standout features. As the primary enforcer of Class A, he is tentatively rated at 35.

In a simple sparring match, Hayato Kito would beat Ryuen, but in a deathmatch, Ryuen would win.