After Kamo Xu left, the two groups could only stare at each other.
Megumi Fushiguro stood up, relaxing his clenched fists for the moment.
He shook his head helplessly...
"Mr. Kamo really is... a man with no taboos." He had considered plenty of descriptions, but in the end, none seemed adequate for that man.
It wasn't the words that were powerless, but Megumi Fushiguro himself.
He really had no way of dealing with Kamo Xu.
It had been like this the very first time they met. How had he forgotten?
After all, the man was friends with that freak of nature, Satoru Gojo. If those two got along, how could either of them be anything but trouble?
With a sigh, he turned and patted Nobara Kugisaki, who was still reeling from the blow.
"Let's go. There's nothing left for us to do here."
"No... my dreamboat..."
The poor girl had taken such a hit that she still hadn't recovered.
As for Aoi Todo, he had only just torn off his shirt, and his fun had been interrupted before he could even do anything.
He silently picked up the still-intact uniform jacket from the ground, brushed off the dust, draped it over himself, and left as well.
That left the two sisters from the Zenin Clan standing there, utterly bewildered.
Maki scratched her head, feeling a headache coming on.
What the hell was all this? If she had known, she never would have come!
"What the hell is wrong with that guy...?"
Frustrated, she hurled the wooden training staff in her hand aside. The poor thing rolled away across the ground.
Kamo Xu's words kept circling through her head. What did he mean, come to his dorm?!
That pervert, that scumbag, that disgrace to men!
Were all the people from their