CHAPTER 7
Violence is always the answer.
“Takeshi!”
Masachika’s first mission was to send all of the band members back to Alisa’s side, so he ran over to where he’d last seen Takeshi from his vantage point onstage.
“Hey! Takeshi!”
“O-oh, hey…”
Takeshi’s eyebrows were knit with concern, and he was slow to reply, even though Masachika was nearby, so Masachika followed his friend’s line of sight…and froze.
“Nao…”
“…”
Nao said nothing and averted her gaze as if she didn’t know what to say. Masachika hesitated for only a second before facing his mystified friend and protested:
“Takeshi, you can deal with Nao later. We need you back at the stage.”
“Huh? But…”
“She’s not going to run away, so you can talk to her later! Right now, I need you to focus on the show! You made a promise with your brother, right?”
Takeshi’s shoulders twitched, and he immediately began to look around in a fluster.
“O-oh, yeah! Kanau! Where is he?!”
“Hey…?! Nao!”
Masachika was caught off guard after seeing his friend suddenly dash off, but after running only a few steps after him, he stopped and turned to face Nao, startling her. However, right as she returned the gaze, he swiftly lowered his head and bowed.
“I apologize about earlier! I was out of line!”
“Huh—?”
“Sorry, I’ll explain later!” he hastily added before chasing after Takeshi. Fortunately for him, Takeshi was wandering around the area in search of his brother, so he managed to almost immediately catch up with him…right as Takeshi found Kanau as well.
“Kanau!”
“Ah! Takeshi!”
“Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!”
“I-I’m fine. This lady protected me…”
The boy glanced at the girl who was holding his hand: Sayaka. Immediately, Takeshi grabbed Sayaka’s free hand and bowed deeply.
“Sayaka! Thank you so much!”
“I—I just happened to be around when he needed help. That’s all…”
“I mean it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Takeshi’s intense gratitude almost made Sayaka start to tremble, so she decided to readjust her glasses to give her a moment to hide her surprise…when she realized that both of her hands were being held, and she froze. Although seeing her obviously flustered was a rare treat that took Masachika by surprise, he had no choice but to face Takeshi and reiterate:
“I’m sorry to interrupt your touching moment, but do you think you could head back to the stage for me? You can take your brother with you.”
“Huh? But…”
“The show hasn’t been canceled. We’re going to do this, so I need you to trust me and get ready. I’ll go grab Hikaru and Nonoa in the meantime.”
After Takeshi and Sayaka exchanged glances, they nodded firmly and went straight back to the stage with Kanau. While he watched them from afar, Masachika took out his phone and began to speculate about where the other two could be.
“Hikaru’s…probably in the bathroom. The one in the schoolhouse.”
He called Hikaru’s phone while he sprinted toward the schoolhouse.
“Bff… I still feel sick… I always get nauseated when I’m nervous…”
After finishing up in the bathroom, Hikaru was walking down the hallway toward the schoolyard, but as he stepped outside, he heard a couple arguing over something. When he looked in the direction of the noise, he noticed a kind of flashy girl surrounded by a crowd of guys. The intense nature of the interaction made it clear that these boys weren’t just trying to get her number or anything else innocent. Besides, the fact that it was four guys surrounding one girl was already terrifying enough. Each one of them had gaudily dyed hair as well: some blond and some even green. They were dressed way too casually—borderline sloppily. They appeared to be run-of-the-mill delinquents, which wasn’t something often seen in this neighborhood, let alone at Seirei Academy.
What in the world? What are people like that doing at our school?
It didn’t seem feasible that they were just some student’s mischievous friends. Plus, all invitations included the student’s name, so they would be responsible for any guest that caused trouble. In other words, it was hard to believe that someone would risk inviting a group of troublemakers, then let them loose to freely roam the school.
What am I doing? There’s no time to be speculating right now.
There seemed to be other students here and there who noticed something was wrong, but not one of them was lifting a finger to help the girl. Furthermore, Hikaru himself didn’t have any fighting experience, much less had he even spoken to a delinquent before, but that didn’t mean he could turn a blind eye.
“Hmm?”
He ignored his phone suddenly vibrating in his pocket and began to approach the ruffians.
“I told you already! I promised my sister I was coming, so I need to go! She’s waiting for me!”
“And that’s why I’m sayin’ you should just tell her to meet you here.”
“Yeah, that way, you’ll both be coming.”
The guys surrounding the clearly aggravated girl cackled vulgarly while gradually herding her toward a more private location.
“Hey, uh… Excuse me,” murmured Hikaru with every bit of courage he could muster, but the ruffians gave him no more than a single glance before going back to completely ignoring his existence.
“Hey! Excuse me!”
“Tsk!”
Hikaru grabbed one of them by the shoulder after realizing that talking wasn’t going to get him anywhere, and the delinquent immediately turned around with a wicked glare, making Hikaru’s breath catch.
“As a member of the school festival committee, I am going to have to ask you to leave her alone. She is clearly uncomfortable.”
Although bluffing, he spoke with confidence, but the guy he was talking to wasn’t someone rational.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, man.”
After knocking Hikaru’s hand off him, he grabbed the girl by the arm as if he was done pretending to be “nice.”
“Ouch! Let go!”
“Hey! Every one of you was invited here. If you cause any trouble, then whoever invited you is going to be punished for it!”
The delinquents froze for a few seconds when they heard the threat, before bursting into laughter.
“Oooh! He is, is he?”
“Just so ya know, the guy who invited us specifically asked us to do this.”
“What…?” The grin instantly disappeared from the delinquent’s face. “…?! Gah…!”
It happened in the blink of an eye. Hikaru’s legs went limp as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach. The unbearable pain didn’t register until a second later, when it felt like his intestines had been turned inside out. He groaned in agony, feeling as if he were going to vomit his innards.
“Pffft! Ha-ha-ha! Pathetic! Maybe put on a little muscle before you try to act cool next time!”
“Daaamn. They don’t got gyms in that mansion ya live in, Prince Charming?”
“Wh-what is wrong with you people?!”
Hikaru could hear the girl screaming at them while they mocked him, but he couldn’t even focus on what she was saying, since he was experiencing the most pain he had ever felt in his life, tears clouding his vision as he stared at the ground. However…
“Ah! Sis! Leo!”
…at the very least, he knew someone was finally coming to help…
Oh, thank goodness…
It was a faint sense of relief amid a world of pain, but relief, nonetheless.
Nonoa was four years old when she realized there was a distinct difference between her and those around her. It all came to her during lunchtime in kindergarten. There was a rumor going around that there was a huge frog in the small pond at the corner of the playground, so a dozen or so children in the same class had gathered there in anticipation. Lo and behold, perched on top of a dead tree protruding from the water at roughly the center of the pond was a frog bigger than any of them had ever seen before, so of course, a few rambunctious boys started throwing rocks at it.
A teacher almost immediately came rushing over in a fluster. The children were often told not to play near the pond, since it was dangerous, so that was most likely why she was in such a hurry. However, when she saw how persistent the boys were being as they continued to throw rocks at the frog as it tried to swim away, her expression immediately changed.
“Stop that this instant! What did that frog do to deserve this?!”
The boys, who were throwing rocks, instantly froze. The kids watching lowered their gazes with a twinge of embarrassment as well. Only Nonoa genuinely wondered what the teacher could have been talking about. After all, there was no way the teacher knew what that frog deserved, so how could she lie with a straight face? Adults were always telling kids that lying was bad, so why…?
“Sorry!”
“We’ll stop!”
Why were her peers fine with the answer the teacher gave? It went beyond strange. It was eerie. The lying teacher and deceived children were equally disgusting to Nonoa, who couldn’t help but feel as if they weren’t even from the same planet as she was.
She knew that they weren’t supposed to be near the pond, since you could drown. She knew that you weren’t supposed to hit your friends, since they would hit you back. But she couldn’t figure out why you weren’t supposed to throw rocks at frogs. It wasn’t like the frog could throw rocks back at them. In fact, no matter how long she scratched her head over it, she couldn’t come up with a single scenario where an ordinary frog could hurt a human being. It wasn’t like they could turn into human beings, like in fairy tales, with a little magic, and the teacher didn’t tell them to stop because frogs were dangerous. Put simply…
Oh. Everyone’s just stupid.
That was the only explanation. The teacher probably didn’t actually know why you shouldn’t throw rocks at frogs. She was just lying and trying to trick everyone, and it worked. The other kids were fooled. But both the teacher, who thought she could deceive, and the deceived children were all idiots. That was all there was to it, and the moment Nonoa noticed that, she realized that she couldn’t trust teachers. They were liars, after all.
“Promise me you all will never do that again.”
“““Yes, ma’am.”””
But she understood that pointing that out wouldn’t lead to anything but trouble. Plus, her mother often told her to listen to her teachers, and that was why…
“Yes, ma’am.”
…she obediently agreed, just like her peers, but her distrust for her teachers only continued to grow after that day. When she actually started paying attention, she realized that teachers told countless lies and contradicted themselves as well. This was what a child could pick up on, so in actuality, they were probably lying even more than she realized. There was no way she could trust anything any of them said anymore after that.
“Hey, Daddy? Mommy? Why do teachers lie?” asked Nonoa one day at home. Her peers and teachers were making her skin crawl, and she couldn’t take it anymore. After her parents’ eyes opened wide in astonishment, they asked her what had happened, so she explained as best as she could for a child her age. She explained how her teacher wouldn’t tell the truth—how she would just say whatever came to mind and tried to force everyone to believe her. But after she put her heart into explaining how she felt, her father nodded with a serious expression and rubbed her head.
“Nonoa… You’re far more mature than your classmates. You’re such a clever little girl.”
“…I’m clever?”
“Yep. That’s why you can tell when adults are lying.”
Clever. It was a word she was not expecting to hear, for she had always believed that she was just weird, and that was why her father’s unforeseen praise was like a brilliant light in the darkness to her.
“Lying… So does everyone lie?”
“Hmm… That’s a difficult question to answer, but…”
Her father had fallen silent for a few moments, so her mother chimed in:
“Nono, I’m going to let you in on a little secret. In this world, whatever everyone believes is true becomes the truth.”
“What? Even lies?”
“Even lies. If everyone says that a lie is the truth, then that’s what it becomes.”
“…That makes me sick,” Nonoa had muttered and frowned, worrying her parents. The truth of the matter was that her parents still hadn’t realized how unique their daughter truly was. They hadn’t realized that she was born without a sense of empathy and couldn’t feel remorse. They believed that she was clever for her age, so she could tell when adults weren’t telling the truth, but they were wrong. The reality was that Nonoa didn’t understand emotionally charged arguments. She never let anyone’s opinions influence her emotions, so she figured that her teacher was merely hiding her true nature. Nevertheless, it was this misunderstanding that miraculously allowed her parents to say just the right thing.
“Nonoa, you can feel proud that you’re smarter than others…but it’s still very important that you make sure to get along with them. Because creating friction between you and those you interact with will only lead to resentment and fighting, and that wouldn’t be fun, right?”
“Exactly. And if you’re still not happy about what your teacher says, you can come to me or your father and talk to us. Because we’ll talk to your teacher if we have to.”
Her parents’ words really resonated with her because it was clear that they genuinely felt they were doing what was best for her. It was at this moment that Nonoa’s parents became the only two adults she could trust, so she decided to do whatever they told her to do so that she could avoid conflict with the intellectually deprived. This ironclad rule was the only law keeping Nonoa in check and protecting her.
But right now, Nonoa was questioning that law of hers while a smugly grinning man approached her. Behind the ruffian was another man grabbing her sister Lea by the arm. Hikaru was clutching his stomach while curled up on the ground, and her brother Leo had also been beaten up for trying to save his sister. It was the first time Nonoa had felt her heart race in a long time.
Ah, this is nice…
Her heart was beating. Her body was on fire. She always felt like she had an overhead view of the world as though she were separate from her body, but this was different. It was as if she was finally returning to her body. She was experiencing the ecstasy of finally becoming human.
Wish I could enjoy this sensation a little longer…but I need to do something about that.
Nonoa racked her brain, glaring at the obstacle heading her way. She wondered what she should do while recalling numerous rules her parents gave her:
“Be nice to your siblings.”
“Cherish your friends.”
“Do not, unprovoked, put your hands on others.”
“Do not do anything dangerous.”
“If you feel like you’re in danger, run. If you can’t do that, call for help.”
“If anyone is making you uncomfortable—”
She considered each rule, trying to decide the best course of action…until she finally found her answer.
“Yooou. You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me. This one’s pretty damn cute, too—”
“Helllp! Somebody, help!!”
“…?!”
Nonoa began to scream her lungs out as the vulgarly leering man stood right in front of her. The sudden shriek startled the man, paralyzing him with fear…or so it appeared, but the real reason he was unable to move was because the girl in front of him didn’t show any signs of being scared. She was calling for help, despite seemingly being unafraid, and once she had finished screaming, her eyes resembled glass beads—as lifeless as if she were responding only how she was programmed to act. The bizarre robotic nature coupled with her beauty and refined features made it all the more eerie.
“…!”
The man instinctively took a step back from the mysterious life-form, but it was already too late. After keeping her promise with her parents, Nonoa looked up at the man with a blank expression and decided it was time to eliminate the obstacle in her way.
Guess I’ll gouge his eyes out first.
It was an extremely logical solution that she wasted no time implementing, thrusting two fingers toward his eyes.
“Whoa?!”
The man reflexively lurched back, turning his face to the side, so while she didn’t manage to take his eyes, she managed to perfectly convey what she was willing to do.
Th-the hell? What was that?!
But he already knew the answer to that. He just didn’t want to admit it. She was trying to gouge his eyes out. While it was a technique obviously forbidden in martial arts, there was an unwritten rule in street fights that you couldn’t go for the eyes, and yet Nonoa still aimed for that weak point. There was even a hint of surprise and disappointment in her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe she missed, like the reaction a soccer player might have when they’d missed a shot.
“Eek!” the man shrieked instinctively, for he was overcome with a spine-chilling fear like he had never felt before. Even this man, who was used to violence, had never experienced something like this before. There was no murderous intent, anger, or amusement in Nonoa’s eyes. It seemed to be nothing more than a sudden act of brutal violence, and the fact that she seemed to be entirely unfazed by it frightened the man.
“A-ahhhhhh!!”
Therefore, his body reacted with violence for the sake of survival. The creature in front of him, who took the form of a young girl, had to be eliminated as soon as possible, for it did not belong in this world. The man was driven by madness as he swung his fist…and completely missed as his target suddenly moved back, leaving him wide open—
“Bffaaah?!”
—for another fist to hit him square in the nose, knocking him unconscious.
“Oh, Kuze. ’Sup?”
“Come on, at least try to dodge,” said Masachika, sighing and holding Nonoa close to his chest after having pulled her away and throwing his punch. Even though he had his arm wrapped around her shoulder, he didn’t seem to be embarrassed. While Nonoa’s expression was as blank as always, there seemed to be something vaguely resembling emotion flickering in the back of her eyes, but before even another second went by, she suddenly cracked a brilliant smile, then buried her face in Masachika’s shoulder.
“Th-thank youuu. ♡ I was so scared…!”
Blech.
Every muscle on Masachika’s face tensed to hide how disgusted he was by her theatrical performance of pretending to be an innocent, scared little girl. However, the only person who realized it was an act was Masachika, so the other students, who happened to be nearby, all looked at Nonoa with relieved, loving gazes. Incidentally, her “wonderful friends” seemed to have heard her cry and came rushing over to save her as well.
“Tsk! The hell do you punks want?!”
“Excuse me? Who do you think you are? And what did you do to Nonoa?”
“You’re dead. I’m going to kill you.”
Two large male students suddenly showed up to Nonoa’s rescue and began to corner the remaining delinquents. Masachika watched in dread with his arm still around Nonoa’s shoulder. Although he didn’t really know much about these two guys, he knew that they worshipped the ground Nonoa walked on and acted as her henchmen who would “handle things” for her without having to get the law involved. On the surface, they were merely fans who adored Nonoa from afar, but in reality, they were fanatics who would make any obstacle that got in her way disappear.
I guess I can let them deal with those guys… In fact, I should probably be more worried that they’ll overdo it.
The second Masachika came to that conclusion, he ran over to Hikaru, who had finally managed to sit up.
“Hikaru! You okay?”
“Y-yeah… I’m fine now.”
Hikaru slowly tried to stand while clutching his stomach…but his legs seemed a little numb, making him stagger.
“I gotcha.”
Masachika immediately grabbed Hikaru’s right arm to keep him from falling…while someone simultaneously grabbed his left arm…then tightly wrapped her arms around it.
“Thank you so much for saving me!”
“O-oh, uh…”
The young girl, who the delinquents were bothering, snuggled up to his left arm with sparkles in her eyes.
“Wait. Are you Nonoa’s…?”
“Yes! I’m Lea Miyamae, Nonoa’s little sister! Oh, and that’s my brother Leo,” revealed the girl while halfheartedly pointing at a somewhat arrogant-looking boy who was sulking nearby with bruised and swollen cheeks.
“Hey, are you okay? Did those guys do that to you?”
“Hmph. This is nothing.”
Leo looked away from Masachika as if the older boy’s concern annoyed him. Immediately, Lea briefly glanced at him with a look that said “What a brat” before grinning as she gazed up through her eyelashes into Hikaru’s eyes.
“What’s your name?”
“Huh? Oh… Hikaru Kiyomiya.”
“Hikaru Kiyomiya… What a wonderful name! Do you mind if I call you by your first name?”
She tilted her head curiously in an almost calculating manner. She was unbelievably cute—which should come as no surprise, since she was Nonoa’s little sister. However…
“Ha… Ha-ha…”
…Hikaru honestly couldn’t stand girls like her, so he forced himself to smile while giving an evasive reply, but Lea didn’t seem to be bothered in the least.
“All right, I’ll start calling you Hikaru, then. Thank you so much for saving me, Hikaru.”
“I actually didn’t do anything…”
“You were the only one who came to my rescue! Who knows what would have happened to me if you didn’t show up…”
Lea placed a hand over her mouth and looked away as tears began to well in her eyes—a gesture that would trigger most people’s desire to protect the person crying, but Hikaru’s reaction proved to be rather lukewarm.
“At any rate, I’m glad nothing happened to you…Well, I suppose something did happen, so I apologize if that came off as insensitive…”
“Giggle. You’re so sweet, Hikaru. I’m more worried about you, though… Is your stomach okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Masachika sharpened his gaze.
“Were you punched or kicked in the stomach?”
“Punched, I think.”
“By who?”
“Uh… By the guy knocked out right there.”
Hikaru glanced at a man lying faceup nearby.
“Oh?” muttered Masachika and he slowly walked over toward the man, but Hikaru sensed danger and immediately grabbed him by the wrist.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Give me a second. I’m going to give him a few smacks, wake him up, and have him get on all fours to apologize to you.”
“No, stop. You’ve already done more than enough. Blood is already gushing out of his nose, too… And I think you broke his front teeth? Uh…”
“All of that was in self-defense, so it doesn’t count.”
“It counts! Really! You’ve done enough!”
Hikaru tightened his grip around Masachika’s wrist, stopping him again. Masachika glared at the unconscious man and snorted with contempt before facing Hikaru.
“Fine. Let me walk you to the school infirmary, then.”
“What? No, I’m fine.”
“You’re not. You could have a broken bone or a ruptured organ.”
“He’s right! Come on, I’ll go with you,” Lea said.
“Oh god. Anything but that” was what Hikaru obviously wanted to say, but Masachika didn’t have any more time to spare. There could still be ruffians like these guys somewhere else, so he needed to keep moving.
“Sorry. Lea, was it? Do you think you could take care of Hikaru for me?”
“Hey, wai—!”
“Of course! Come on, Leo. Let’s go.”
“No, I’m fine…,” replied Leo with a sour pout.
“You’re so not fine. Like, you totally cut the inside of your lip pretty badly, right?” stated Nonoa in a matter-of-fact manner.
“Stop treating me like a kid!”
Leo smacked Nonoa’s hand away before she could touch his swollen cheek.
“…? I’m not. I’m treating you like a little brother.”
“What’s the difference?!”
Masachika approached Nonoa’s side, then whispered into her ear:
“I need you two backstage once Hikaru’s done getting fixed up. Do you mind if we let your two big friends here handle the rest?”
“Sure,” she responded softly.
But even a halfhearted reply like that felt reassuring after everything that had happened.
“I’m counting on you.”
After expressing his gratitude, Masachika immediately took off, with the sole desire to keep his promise to Alisa.
Around that time, another group of hooligans showed up at the maid café run by the freshmen in Class D and Class F.
“Eeek!”
“Yo, yo, yo! Did ya hear that? She literally just screamed ‘eek!’ Even their screams are cute.”
“S-stop… L-leave me alone…”
“Come on, be a good maid, and let me touch that little butt of yours. What do ya got to lose?”
Although a few goons were misbehaving and acting like they were at a hostess bar, the female students were far too afraid to say anything. What made the situation worse was the fact that the core members of the staff, Sayaka and Nonoa, were away preparing for their performance. Ultimately, Seirei Academy was a school for the wealthy, so most students grew up in a sheltered environment where they never had to deal with ruffians, especially ones like this that appeared violent. In fact, they seemed to be flaunting how uncivilized they were, which was something these students had never had to deal with before, either.
“Heh. I thought hangin’ out at a rich kids’ school would be boring, but this is kinda fun.”
“Hell yeah. Now, these are ladies, unlike that trash we got back at our school.”
“Thank you for inviting us, Gonda!”
“Yeah, ya better be grateful,” said a thin-eyebrowed man even larger than the other guys. He was this group’s leader, Gonda, and he had absolutely no connection to Seirei Academy. In fact, he went to a public high school eight stations away and was well-known in the neighborhood for being a hooligan. All he knew about Seirei Academy was that it was basically a school where smart, rich kids went. In other words, why would he have brought his crew to the Autumn Heights Festival? It was all because of an anonymous envelope he’d received two weeks ago.
Inside the envelope were ten invitation tickets, along with a single letter. The letter was a request that he make a mess of the festival, and it included specifics, such as what time he could sneak inside without getting stopped by security, what route to escape by after he caused a scene, and how he was going to be paid for his work. Although skeptical at first, he checked the station locker specified in the letter and found money inside that served as a sort of deposit for his services and thus erased any doubts he may have had.
“Are ya sure you’re fine payin’ for us?!”
“Damn right, I’m fine. I got a little extra cash from one of my side hustles the other day.”
“What a gentleman! That’s Gonda for ya!”
Be that as it may, he wasn’t planning on foolishly following orders to a T and going on a rampage. The letter may have said that he wouldn’t be charged for whatever he decided to do, but he wasn’t stupid enough to believe that. Therefore, Gonda wasn’t going to do anything that would get the police involved. Instead, he was going to use this advance payment to enjoy himself, and if he ended up getting paid a reward for his services, then that would just be a bonus.
The crowd here ain’t bad, though…
All the people nervously glancing in their direction seemed to be proper young ladies from well-off families. Their skin was nice, they wore little makeup, and they all had beautiful black hair that had probably never been dyed before. Despite being girls in high school, they were fundamentally different from the girls in Gonda’s high school. They obviously lived in completely separate worlds from students like Gonda, who couldn’t afford to go to cram school, much less a private school.
And now they were getting attention from these refined ladies who they usually wouldn’t even be able to speak to as equals under normal circumstances. For Gonda, there was no better feeling than this. It was a different feeling from being the boss of a bunch of underclassmen, as it filled both his desire to rule and his desire for absolute power.
“Excuse me! How long do you guys plan on hanging around here?!”
But it wasn’t long before someone decided to put a damper on the mood. Her dyed hair and excessive makeup as she placed her hands on her hips set her apart from the other girls, and she was glaring at the group of ruffians. This girl was one of Nonoa’s so-called fangirls, although there was no way any of these delinquents would know that. “I’m not going to allow such savage behavior during the queen’s absence,” she seemed to be saying with her eyes, bracing herself to stand her ground while narrowing her gaze.
“I hear you’ve been sexually harassing my girls! I don’t even want your money! Just leave!”
“Excuse me?”
One of the guys raised an eyebrow and stood from his seat, when—
“Hey.”
—Gonda shot him a piercing glare, making him sit right back down.
“Sorry about our poor behavior,” he apologized with a shady sneer as he faced the female student.
“We didn’t know that touching a few asses counted as sexual harassment here. We’ll order something and be good, so could ya cut us some slack?”
The female student blinked in bewilderment a few times as though his unexpected, ridiculous proposal took the wind right out of her sails, but after a few moments went by, she frowned and turned him down.
“I don’t want to hear excuses. You’re making people uncomfortable, so we want you to leave.”
“Yo, seriously? I said we’ll pay. Besides, who are we even bothering? Look,” replied Gonda, surveying the empty classroom. Every other customer had already left…for glaringly obvious reasons, of course.
“Other customers are afraid to come inside because of you guys!”
“That’s rough. How ’bout this? We’ll pay for your lost business, too.”
“Looks like I’ll be having a sodaaa!”
“Oh, I’ll have a beer.”
“What is wrong with you? They obviously don’t serve beer here, numbnuts.”
The goons guffawed, allowing Gonda to easily evade the female student’s demands as they slowly wore her down mentally… Suddenly, the door to the classroom flung open.
“That’s enough!” announced the voice of their hero.
A radiantly beautiful lady with honey-blond spiral-curled pigtails appeared with impeccable timing.
“““Sumire!”””
As the maids squealed in joy at her charismatic entrance, Sumire boldly glared down at the dumbfounded hooligans and confidently insisted:
“Talking is not going to solve a thing. It appears a bit of gentle violence is needed!”
“‘Gentle violence’?”
The words of a meathead must have seemed ill-suited coming from a gentlewoman’s mouth, because each one of the delinquent’s eyes filled with confusion. Regardless, Sumire boldly stood before them with her unsheathed replica sword while wearing an elegantly vicious grin.
“Restrain them. ☆”
Five members of the disciplinary committee suddenly charged into the classroom as if that were the signal.
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