Watching Horikita Manabu's distorted appearance, Ayanokoji still released the tightly locked arm.
Yet Ayanokoji stopped his action, while the opponent still looked relentless.
The instant he regained his freedom, Horikita Manabu's gaze hardened, and without the slightest hesitation, he threw a heavy, powerful punch, followed by a fluid transition into a fierce kick and professional grappling techniques.
However, facing this seemingly violent onslaught, Ayanokoji maintained a calm expression without the slightest change.
He had already scouted the surrounding situation; this place was sparsely populated and lacked security cameras, making it a good spot to carry out violence.
Once he understood Horikita Manabu's attitude, Ayanokoji did not pamper him either.
Horikita Manabu's movements seemed like slow motion in Kiyotaka Ayanokoji's eyes, failing to compare even to an elderly grandfather.
He slightly turned his body, easily neutralizing all of Horikita Manabu's attacks with a minimal range of motion.
The next second, Ayanokoji's figure flashed like a ghost, instantly arriving at Horikita Manabu's side.
While Horikita Manabu completely failed to react, Ayanokoji casually struck his abdomen with a punch.
A wave of intense, sharp pain instantly swept through his entire body, causing Horikita Manabu to let out a muffled groan as his eyes uncontrollably rolled back, his body sinking abruptly and his limbs turning weak, nearly passing out from the pain on the spot.
Ayanokoji did not let him fall, stepping forward to press his shoulder against Horikita Manabu's chest, then reaching out to steady him so that he could barely stand straight.
Horikita Manabu breathed heavily, his forehead covered in beads of fine sweat as he felt just now as though he had walked past the gates of hell.
After taking quite a while to recover, Horikita Manabu barely managed to calm the intense pain raging inside his body.
He raised his head, staring fixedly at the young man before him with a gaze full of wariness, and asked in a deep voice.
"Who... exactly are you, and how do you possess such formidable strength?"
"Class 1-D, Kiyotaka Ayanokoji. I acquired this skill in the past by carrying a piano while practicing the tea ceremony."
Ayanokoji knew what Horikita Manabu was going to ask, so he stated everything beforehand.
Hearing this absurd statement, even the usually calm and composed Horikita Manabu was completely dumbfounded, and the previously serious atmosphere instantly collapsed under these circumstances.
Listening from nearby, Horikita Suzune muttered frantically in her heart that hadn't he previously said he practiced calligraphy, so how did it turn into practicing the tea ceremony again.
"Kiyotaka Ayanokoji?" When Horikita Manabu searched his memory for this name, he realized it instantly.
He took a deep breath, feeling somewhat puzzled.
"So it turns out you are the person who scored exactly 50 points in every subject on the entrance examination.
I originally thought you merely concealed your academic background, but I never expected your combat skills to be this formidable as well."
As the Student Council President, Horikita Manabu had the authority to review certain records, and Ayanokoji was among the people who had previously caught his attention.
Thinking that this guy was a student in Class D, Horikita Manabu could not help but summon the names of two other heavyweight contenders to his mind.
Ken Kaneki and Rokusuke Koenji.
He felt a secret chill in his heart, sensing that the strength of this year's Class D was simply absurd to a degree.
Although there were quite a few waste materials within the class, the flaws did not obscure the virtues; having these few individuals was enough.
"I never imagined you would have such a bizarre experience, Kiyotaka."
Right at that moment, a light chuckle carrying a hint of mockery drifted over from not far away.
Ken Kaneki held Hiyori Shiina's small hand, walking out with a leisurely posture.
"Why bother wasting words with this guy? If you find him annoying, just beat him up, it's no big deal anyway."
Kaneki walked straight to Ayanokoji's side with Hiyori, standing shoulder to shoulder with him and unconsciously forming an intense sense of oppression that made the Horikita Manabu before them feel an even heavier weight in his heart.
Looking at these first-year newcomers before him, Horikita Manabu remained silent for a moment, ultimately shaking his head and letting out a wry laugh.
"The younger generation is truly formidable..."
He cast a deep glance at Ken Kaneki and Kiyotaka Ayanokoji as if to carve the appearances of these two individuals into his mind, and then turned and walked directly into the night without uttering another word.
Until Horikita Manabu's figure completely vanished, Horikita Suzune finally relaxed her taut nerves.
She looked at Ayanokoji, explaining with a complex expression, "That person is my older brother, and he is a master holding a fifth-dan in karate and a fourth-dan in aikido.
Ayanokoji-kun, you are truly amazing; not only can you precisely control your grades, but your combat skills are also this exceptional."
Facing Horikita's praise, Ayanokoji only nodded indifferently without saying much, maintaining his usual air of detachment.
Seeing Ayanokoji and Horikita Suzune chatting idly on the side, Kaneki knew the entertainment for tonight was over.
He turned to look at the well-behaved Hiyori beside him, deciding not to linger and leading the latter directly back to his own room.
Evidently, the two of them intended to thoroughly indulge themselves in the dormitory tonight.
When they returned to the room, the sky had grown completely dark.
Kaneki leaned close to Hiyori, asking in a soft voice, "The things I asked you to buy earlier, did you get them?"
Hearing this, Hiyori's fair cheeks instantly flushed with a double touch of red as she nodded shyly and let out a soft "Mn."
She cautiously opened the paper bag she was carrying and drew out a pair of black silk stockings full of allure.
The style of these black stockings was extremely unusual, featuring a hollowed-out design that invited wild imaginations.
Hiyori bit her lower lip, preparing to put them on by herself, but Kaneki reached out and gently pressed her wrist.
"Be a good girl, you don't need to do it yourself, I'll put them on for you." Kaneki's voice was gentle, carrying an undeniable meaning.
Hiyori obediently released her grip and leaned against the edge of the bed with a blushing face while Kaneki knelt on one knee before her, gently stripping off her original little white socks.
He rolled up the delicate-textured black stockings from the cuffs and carefully slipped them onto Hiyori's petite, fair toes.
His fingertips slid slowly upward through the thin silk fabric, extending along her slender ankles and well-proportioned calves all the way up.
Kaneki's movements were gentle, as though he were treating a rare treasure, and every touch made Hiyori's body tremble slightly while the temperature inside the room climbed steadily alongside this ambiguous gesture.
Seeing Hiyori, usually gentle and pure, change into such a bold outfit with a stark sense of contrast just to cater to him, the fire in Kaneki's eyes could no longer be suppressed.
The string of reason in his heart snapped instantly, leaving him unable to endure the flame in his depths any longer as he pulled the shy young girl directly into his embrace.
As the night grew deeper, spring bloomed vividly inside Kaneki's room.
Facing his unreserved demands, the naturally delicate Hiyori ultimately plunged into a deep sleep amidst extreme exhaustion and happiness, and even at the very end, a trace of satisfied smiling still hung at the corners of her mouth.
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