The instant the words "Dragon Boy" floated through the air, Ishizaki and the others folded their arms and turned aside, pretending not to hear.
Ryuen Kakeru absolutely loathed the nickname "Dragon Boy."
He considered himself Class 1-C's ruler, its tyrant. To him, that nickname sounded like the mocking name of a toy, trampling the imposing image he wanted to build. It was an outright provocation.
"Just a few days apart, and your 'queen' has come down with princess syndrome again, Sakayanagi Arisu."
Even so, Ryuen Kakeru showed no sign of losing his composure, casting a casual glance at the silver-haired girl.
"Oh my, says the self-proclaimed 'king' with delusions of grandeur. We're quite the pair."
Sakayanagi Arisu rested her hands one over the other on her cane, completely ignoring Ryuuen Kakeru's aggressive gaze.
"Pfft..."
Standing beside the iron door, Tatsuya Sakuya couldn't hold back a chuckle. Then he began clapping at his leisure.
"The leaders of Class 1-A and Class 1-C, gathered on the rooftop. You look surprisingly harmonious."
A sudden crack opened in the rooftop's previously tense atmosphere.
Ryuen Kakeru shifted his gaze to Tatsuya Sakuya's face, then approached him.
Behind him, Albert Yamada, wearing sunglasses, followed without leaving his side, like a silent black iron tower.
Mio Ibuki leaned against the railing, watching Tatsuya Sakuya with cold vigilance.
Their clash yesterday had clearly left Class 1-C's fighter deeply wary of Tatsuya Sakuya's abilities.
"Let's skip the small talk."
Ryuen Kakeru looked Tatsuya Sakuya up and down, making no effort to hide his hostility.
"They told me everything last night. You have a recording, and you know quite a bit about what happened at the karaoke place."
"The injuries Ishizaki and the others suffered are real. How about this? You delete the video, and we withdraw our complaint. Naturally,