81st Anniversary of Victory in the Anti-Fascist War

"Even if a real pig dresses itself up as a pig, it still can't eat a tiger. At most... it can only eat a few more mouthfuls of pig feed."

"Y-you, what's your name...?"

Yamawaki stood there dumbfounded, unable to organize a rebuttal for a moment.

"Since you asked so sincerely, I'll graciously tell you my name: Tatsuya Sakuya of Class 1-D."

To Tatsuya Sakuya, defusing this sort of provocation was like an old man playing with a child—a complete dimensionality reduction.

"..."

What was this guy talking about?

He clearly hadn't wanted to ask for his name. He wanted to question what a defective product like him was called!

Yamawaki slammed his hand onto the table, his eyes wide with shock and fury.

"Hey... Yamawaki, calm down."

The Class 1-C accomplice beside him jumped in alarm, hurriedly grabbing his uniform sleeve and lowering his voice to persuade him:

"Don't make the first move. If we break the rules, Ryuuen definitely won't let us off lightly. Our task is only to provoke Class 1-D."

Under Ryuuen's oppressive presence, Yamawaki naturally did not dare make any further rash moves. He could only keep up appearances with his mouth, since he had personally seen Ryuuen fight.

"Studying in a place like this really does turn you into an idiot."

"Let's go, let's go. We're heading back."

The Class 1-C students dragged Yamawaki away, afraid that something serious might happen.

"You snobs. If this were on a basketball court, I'd wreck you in minutes."

Sudo Ken was naturally not the type to swallow an insult. He rolled his sleeves up to his arms, but surprisingly did not make a move. Instead, he wanted to settle things through basketball, because he believed he could not lose to anyone at it.

"Basketball? Basketball is all