Battle, Awesome!

In the alley, several Class C students were beating each other up, mixed with shouts like, "You bastard!"

Shiomiya Yo watched from the side with great interest, occasionally offering a few comments.

Only when they had nearly finished fighting did Shiomiya Yo slowly walk over.

By then, only one person was barely still standing. Everyone else was sprawled on the ground.

Shiomiya Yo stopped in front of the sole remaining person. "What are you doing?"

The guy hadn't expected someone to show up, but he still wore a sour expression. "Shut up! What's it got to do with you?! You looking for a fight?!"

He could barely stay on his feet, yet he still put on such an arrogant act. Was this what delinquents were like? It matched the stereotype perfectly.

"Let me see."

Shiomiya Yo gestured at him, then suddenly drove a fist into his stomach.

The delinquent dropped straight to his knees and vomited all over the ground. Shiomiya Yo grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to raise his head and look at him.

"Can you talk now?"

The guy clutched his stomach and nodded repeatedly. He really couldn't take another punch.

Before long, Shiomiya Yo found out what they had been doing.

They really had been choosing a boss. In short, whoever was the best fighter became the boss.

It was Shiomiya Yo's first time encountering something like this. No matter who wanted to rule Class C, Shiomiya Yo would definitely help liven things up! (By stirring the pot.)

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The dismissal bell rang.

Shiomiya Yo was finally free.

He stormed straight into Class C's classroom, hands in his pockets, kicking over a desk beside him with one foot and wearing a thoroughly arrogant expression.

"You bastards! I heard you've been causing trouble on my turf?"

"Huh?! Who the hell are you..."

"What are you acting so cocky for?"

The Class C students were instantly enraged. Some slammed their desks, while others started cursing loudly. They really were ready to explode at the slightest spark. Seeing that, Shiomiya Yo felt the heat was just right—it was time to serve the dish.

"The grove behind the school. I'll be waiting for you there. Anyone scared can stay away."

Leaving those words behind, Shiomiya Yo swaggered off.

On the way, Shiomiya Yo was in high spirits. Finding so many punching bags at once was a rare opportunity.

As for the possibility of losing? It didn't exist.

He couldn't keep something this good all to himself!

Shiomiya Yo took out his phone and sent a message to Koenji.

[Shiomiya Yo: Get to the grove, quick. I'll take you back to your childhood.]

[Koenji: ?]

Shiomiya Yo put away his phone, too lazy to explain. If Koenji didn't come, he would be the one missing out.

Some time later, in the grove behind the school.

More than a dozen boys and girls surrounded Shiomiya Yo and Koenji.

Only a little over a dozen? It seemed Class C wasn't entirely made up of brawlers.

Koenji was mildly surprised by the scene before him. Not because he was afraid he couldn't win, but because he had no idea where Shiomiya Yo had found so many people.

"Yo, where did you find all these people?"

"You don't need to worry about that. The important thing is that they volunteered to be punching bags. Chances like this don't come often," Shiomiya Yo said smugly.

A long-haired, muscular man from Class C stepped forward. "Who are you? What exactly do you want?"

Wasn't this Ryuuen Kakeru? He seemed to have some ability, but not much.

Shiomiya Yo spread his hands disdainfully. "If I had to put it into words, you're an eyesore! Besides, would you explain to an ant you stepped on why you stepped on it?"

Those words instantly set the Class C students off. Ryuuen Kakeru's face darkened like the bottom of a pot.

The Class C students charged forward, determined to teach Shiomiya Yo, that arrogant bastard, a lesson!

"Rokusuke, let's see who takes down more!"

Shiomiya Yo rushed forward, knocking an incoming fist aside before launching one person away with an elbow strike.

Koenji showed no fear in the face of Class C's attacks.

"If you lay a hand on me, then I shall retaliate as well!"

Koenji's movements were simple and direct. He basically took down one person with every punch—it was a complete stat check.

"Magnificent!"

The two each took one side. Shiomiya Yo was highly skilled, his movements graceful and sharp, but he showed no mercy. Whether the ones rushing at him were male or female, they all went down from a single elbow strike.

Anyone who had taken an elbow strike knew just how nasty it was!

Very quickly, only two people from Class C remained: Ryuuen Kakeru and Albert Yamada.

"Rokosuke, you take that big black guy. I'll take this long-haired brat!"

Without another word, the two stepped up to face their respective opponents.

With an angry roar, Ryuuen Kakeru charged forward, brimming with momentum.

His attacks were vicious, all rough street-fighting techniques honed through experience—the kind that protected his head while leaving everything else exposed.

Shiomiya Yo did not meet his attacks head-on. He kept dodging and blocking, wanting to see where Ryuuen Kakeru's limits lay.

The more Ryuuen fought, the fiercer he became. Seizing an opening, he grabbed Shiomiya Yo by the neck and began driving his knees into him relentlessly.

As he attacked, he shouted, "Bastard, why aren't you dodging now? Hah!"

Every one of Ryuuen's attacks was blocked by the outside of Shiomiya Yo's arms, causing no effective damage at all.

Shiomiya Yo had already seen through Ryuuen Kakeru's level of skill. With a burst of strength, he broke free from the hold.

Ryuuen Kakeru charged in again, intending to grapple at close range, but Shiomiya Yo was not about to give him another chance. He leapt up and drove a flying knee into Ryuuen's chest, sending him flying.

That blow knocked the breath right out of him!

Ryuuen Kakeru was unable to get back up!

"I'll probably forget you by tomorrow!" Shiomiya Yo felt completely refreshed as he looked at the hatred in Ryuuen's eyes.

He normally never got the chance to use a move like that, but when he did, it really felt amazing!

"Rokosuke, how's it going over there?"

Shiomiya Yo looked over toward Koenji. The two were still deadlocked.

Albert's physical stats were even higher than Koenji's. Koenji focused mainly on defense and evasion, wearing down his opponent's stamina.

Shiomiya Yo simply watched the show. He had no intention of helping, and Koenji would never accept it anyway.

"Keep your distance!"

"Keep your footwork light!"

Shiomiya Yo even started offering instructions as he watched.

Albert was huge, with a long reach. He was genuinely difficult to fight, but Koenji was no pushover either.

Both were skilled. After exchanging blows for a while, Albert had stopped attacking recklessly and wasting stamina. They were both cautious, probing each other for openings.

For Shiomiya Yo, the spectator, this had entered garbage time. How boring!

"Stop! The match is over!"

Shiomiya Yo stood up and shouted.

"If you keep fighting like this, the winner will only be decided by luck!"

"That's enough for today!"

With that, Shiomiya Yo turned and left.

Koenji and Albert looked at each other. They too felt there was no point in continuing, and both lowered their guard.

"You are very strong," Albert said.

"Of course I am! I am the most beautiful!" Koenji replied loudly.

"But you aren't bad yourself!"

With that, Koenji picked up his shoulder bag and left as well.

Only Albert remained at the scene, along with the Class C students scattered across the floor, still not recovered.

By the sinks, Shiomiya Yo was washing the blood off his hands. He had forgotten which unlucky guy he had hit hard enough to draw blood.

Shiomiya Yo had held back. They were all superficial injuries, not enough to draw blood. Mainly, one unlucky guy had rammed his nose right into Shiomiya Yo's fist, leaving his hand covered in blood.

Halfway through washing up, Koenji came over as well. The two chatted while cleaning themselves.

"Did today get your blood pumping?" Shiomiya Yo asked casually.

"It has indeed been a long time since I last felt this exhilarated." As he spoke, Koenji clenched his hand.

"Right? I'll call you again whenever something fun comes up."

"Oh, right! Let me tell you about this school's rules."

After that, Shiomiya Yo explained the school rules to Koenji.

"I see, but they do not seem particularly useful to me?" Koenji said.

"I mainly just wanted to let you know. This school is pretty interesting!" Shiomiya Yo said with a smile.

"Oh, do you have any recommendations for a full-length mirror? I've been working out lately, so I need to check myself every day."

At that, Koenji became interested. He admired his beautiful body every day, after all, so he was quite knowledgeable in that area.

The two began discussing how to choose a mirror.

But Class C, having been defeated, would not simply let this go!