Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

Both men felt a sharp pain in their abdomen and collapsed to the ground, exhausted. The umbrella tip had struck their livers, causing them severe breathing difficulties for a short period.

The three of them lay on the ground, sensing that something was very wrong.

How did Makoto Kyushu, this bookworm who only knows how to study, become so good at fighting? Has he been possessed by an evil spirit?

After effortlessly taking down the three men, Kyushu Makoto walked up to them and coldly looked down at them, saying:

"You've been bullying me for so long, surely you've heard of the 'School Bullying Countermeasures Law' enacted a few years ago? According to Wano Country's laws, you should have reached the age of criminal responsibility long ago, so it wouldn't be a problem for me to sue you for this."

As the leader, Genji Takatsuki clutched his knees and crotch, asking defiantly, "So...so what?"

Kyushu Makoto chuckled, stepped forward, grabbed Takatsuki Genji's stiff hair, which was coated with hair wax, and lifted his head up:

"Did you know that over four hundred cases of school bullying leading to suicide are reported in this country every year? That's no small number. Do you think that one day... you might become a murderer like that?"

"How could this be..." The chubby boy, Tang Ze, looked terrified.

"No...don't joke around! We were just playing around...don't make it sound so serious..." Yellow-haired Suzuki was also frightened and shouted in a panic, "Don't frame me! I'm not a murderer!"

"Just playing around? You make it sound so easy~" Kyushu Makoto laughed, a somewhat sinister laugh:

"That's why I asked you, do you have even the slightest sense of what you've done? Do you know how deeply a seemingly harmless 'joke' can hurt another classmate?!"

"What...what do you want?" The three of them gasped simultaneously.

"Don't worry, I'm a law-abiding citizen. I won't do anything terrible to you, but I won't show you any mercy either." Kyushu Makoto shook his head and said slowly:

"I just want you to repent and teach you scum a lesson."

Kyushu Sei loosened Takatsuki Genji's hair, brandishing his umbrella in a flourish, and said coldly, "There's still time before class. I'll use ten minutes to give you an ethics lesson, making you deeply reflect on your past misdeeds. During the ethics lesson, my umbrella will accidentally knock over a paint bucket, getting stained with red paint. And you will accidentally fall down a dozen times during the lesson, ending up with bruises and swollen faces."

His tone gradually softened, but more and more cold sweat seeped from the foreheads of the three men.

Seeing Kyushu Makoto's chilling gaze, the chubby boy Tang Ze was the first to surrender, enduring the pain as he repeatedly kowtowed: "No... you idiot... Kyushu-kun, I know I was wrong! I'll pay you back! Don't kill me! Spare my life!"

"Um... calm down, Kyushu-kun..." The blond-haired Suzuki also turned pale and pitifully advised.

Kyushu Makoto showed no sign of stopping; he swung his umbrella and smashed it at the three of them.

"Please don't blame me. After all, you attacked me first, so I guess I should be considered to be acting in self-defense."

"No...don't do this...ya meo ro!"

02. Makoto Kyushu is a socially awkward person.

After Kyushu Makoto and his three companions left the classroom, the other students began to discuss the matter with glee.

"What's wrong with this bookworm? How dare he talk to Delinquent Three like that!"

"Who cares! If we anger Delinquent Three, he'll be spending the whole day in the infirmary."

"As expected of a bookworm, doing something baffling again~"

After a while, the school bell rang. The English teacher, who was in charge of the first class in the morning, walked into the classroom with her textbook, and the students returned to their seats.

"Someone is absent today?" The English teacher asked sternly when she saw four empty seats in the classroom.

"Sorry we're late!" Just then, the classroom door opened.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Sanjiro and Makoto Kyushu walked in together.

To everyone's horror, the three delinquents were crestfallen, their faces bruised and bloodied, walking with a limp, their clothes disheveled, like three broken-backed dogs that had fallen into a mud pit. Takatsuki Genji's slicked-back hair was even more absurdly messy, resembling a comical bird's nest.

On the contrary, Kyushu Makoto was clean and looked as refreshed as a victor. However, the umbrella in his hand was stained with an unknown red dye and had a pungent, metallic smell.

"Hey! What on earth have you guys been doing?" The English teacher was a tall, thin, balding middle-aged man with a stern face.

"We just went to play in the park next to the school for a while, and then... they accidentally fell down the slide and got hurt," Kyushu Makoto explained vaguely, then immediately ordered the three delinquents, "You guys say a few words too, don't make the teacher worry!"

"That's right! It was an accident! Please don't worry, teacher!" The chubby boy, Tang Ze, quickly twitched the fat on his face and revealed a comical smile.

"That's right, it was an accident! I'll never touch that slide again!" The blond-haired Suzuki glanced timidly at Kyushu Makoto, then nodded and bowed.

Only Genji Takatsuki defiantly turned his face away, staring blankly without uttering a word.

"Oh, I see... You all need to get back to your seats quickly, so as not to disrupt the class," the English teacher urged, seemingly unconcerned.

"Excuse me, teacher, please wait a moment," Kyushu Makoto said politely.

Immediately afterwards, Makoto Kyushu walked to the potted plant area at the back of the classroom and took out a cell phone from behind a flowerpot.

"Kyushu, why did you put your phone behind the flowerpot?" the English teacher asked curiously.

"I suddenly had a brilliant idea today: to film a back-to-school vlog. So this morning I secretly hid my phone behind a flowerpot to record what was happening in the classroom, and I ended up with some really interesting footage~" Kyushu Makoto showed his phone screen to the teacher, which displayed the classroom video footage:

"But please rest assured, teacher, I will obtain the consent of every student in the classroom before posting the video online, and I will absolutely not infringe on their portrait rights."

"Oh, okay? Hurry up and go back to your seat!" The English teacher didn't care about such youthful things and urged impatiently.

......

"Next, let's talk about the word 'Iart,' which means to teach or instruct. For example, in 'Teapart students'..."

The first English class in the morning was fairly interesting, but the students were all distracted, and an eerie atmosphere filled the classroom.

Everyone's attention was focused on that "bookworm".

As the class's most pesky character, Kyushu Makoto is usually ignored by his classmates as if he doesn't exist.

That's why no one noticed that he had hidden a cell phone behind the flowerpot that morning.

When was it placed there? Was it when he walked into the classroom? Or before he broke the picture frame?

If this video were handed over to the school, to the Parents' Association (PTA), or even posted online without blurring the image... they would definitely be condemned, and even warned and criticized by the school.

Moreover, the sight of the four returning to the classroom was practically like Kyushu Makoto leading three spineless dogs. In other words, Kyushu Makoto used special methods to thwart the delinquents' arrogance and completely subdue them.

What exactly did Makoto Kyushu experience during the Golden Week holiday? Why did he become so terrifying?

This oppressive atmosphere persisted until the bell rang. After the teacher left, the students quickly turned their gazes to Kyushu Makoto, as if a series of samurai swords were thrust at them.

Kyushu Makoto noticed what everyone was thinking and took out his phone first, asking, "Classmates, you're all very interested in this recording, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, some students' gazes became even more frightening.

Just then, a tall, handsome boy walked over. This boy was their class monitor, named Okite Kawa.

"Kyushu, please delete the video immediately!"

"Hey, class monitor~ don't you think you're being a little hypocritical?" Kyushu Makoto narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of interest in his smile playing on his lips.

"As the class monitor, you stood by and watched when I was being bullied, and now you're putting on this righteous act and ordering me around?"

"Don't...don't change the subject! This is taking pictures without permission, violating our portrait rights! As the class monitor, I have the right to stop you from making this mistake!" Class monitor Okitegawa said sternly, his words full of righteous indignation.

"Looks like you do have some legal awareness after all," Kyushu Makoto chuckled.

"But you're wrong. The premise for infringing on portrait rights is that I posted the video online or profited from it. I'm just going to hand the video over to the school and the parents' association; it won't infringe on your privacy!"

“Hmm…” Squad leader Okitegawa froze, speechless.

Seeing the class monitor give up, a female classmate quickly used her gender advantage to chime in, "Kyushu is disgusting! He actually took pictures of us without our consent! He's a hooligan, a pervert, and awful!"

As if they had found a leader, another female student chimed in, "That's right, Kyushu is so rude! He might be sneaking photos of the girls' changing room tomorrow!"

"Delete the video immediately!" The other students also began to condemn Kyushu Makoto, and the atmosphere in the classroom became as tense as a furnace.

Hearing his classmates' united efforts, the class monitor, Okitegawa, regained his courage and reached out to grab Kyushu Makoto's phone: "Look, everyone is bothered by you! You're part of the class too, right? Give me your phone, I'll help you delete the video!"

Kyushu Makoto, however, handed his phone to the class monitor and said casually, "I've already saved this video to the cloud drive. Of course you can delete it, I have a backup anyway."

Upon hearing this, the whole class immediately fell silent again, and the class monitor was so frightened that he withdrew his hand.

"You...you want to embarrass everyone...this group?" Squad leader Okitegawa became agitated.

Kyushu Makoto stood up, ignoring the class monitor, and coldly ordered, "Move aside, I need to go to the toilet."

"Don't think you can just let this go after what you've done!" Class monitor Okitegawa became even more furious, and the other students also became agitated.

"A bunch of trash. You only band together and use 'collective' as an excuse when you're bullying the weak."

Kyushu Makoto bumped into the class monitor and grinned sinisterly: "If this 'group' had been willing to stand up for me just now, this video might have become your source of glory~"

After saying that, Kyushu Makoto walked out of the classroom as if no one else was there, under the angry glares of the whole class.

"Damn it! We must find a chance to teach him a lesson, we can't let him get too arrogant!" Several classmates cursed angrily.

Just then, Takashi Tangze interrupted loudly, "Um... everyone, please be quiet for a moment. Kyushu asked us to pass on a message!"

The students immediately turned their attention to the three delinquents in the back of the classroom. The blond-haired Suzuki announced, "Kyushu said he doesn't want to see any more bullying incidents at school, whether it's directed at him or others. Otherwise, if he's in a bad mood, he'll send this video to gossip reporters and make it known throughout Tokyo."

"Is he...is he threatening us?" Okitekawa, the squad leader, asked in shock, his eyes wide.

Yuji Suzuki's words were like the final bell tolling the curtain, plunging the classroom into a deathly silence.

Guilt, fear, anger… perhaps each student felt different emotions. But they all understood one fact: a Damocles' sword was hanging precariously over their heads.

Whenever this sword falls, it will bring annihilation to everyone in the class. They can only live in constant fear, making sure they don't anger Kyushu Makoto again, because it seems he really might drag the whole class down with him.

Damn it, isn't Kyushu Makoto supposed to be a cowardly socially awkward guy? How come he's become so terrifying after just one week?

03 Will Japanese male gunners dream of martial arts youths?

After using the restroom, Kyushu Makoto stood in front of the mirror by the sink, looking at his own reflection, which resembled a pathetic child.