Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

Sensing Kyushu Makoto's anger, the classmates quickly scattered.

Koizumi kept her head down, not daring to look up at Makoto Kyushu.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Makoto Kyushu stared at Koizumi.

"Thank you so much, Kyushu-kun." Koizumi hesitated for a moment, biting her lip, and said, "And... I'm so sorry... I'm really sorry..."

Kyushu Makoto slapped her shoulder with great force, his fingers gripping her shoulder blade as if he wanted to crush it.

“You’re still young, it’s not too late for a prodigal son to turn back. For the remaining two years of high school, confront your sins, listen attentively to others’ complaints, and sincerely repent.” He whispered in Koizumi’s ear:

“I can spare your life, but that doesn’t mean other victims won’t. Whatever misfortune happens afterward, please grit your teeth and bear it; this is the retribution you deserve.”

Koizumi managed a smile that looked worse than a grimace, and nodded with a barely perceptible curve.

......

After school, Kyushu Makoto heard a commotion as he passed the faculty office. He looked through the window in the office door and saw that the Karasukawa couple were having a meeting with several faculty members, with Karasukawa Saki standing beside them with a gloomy expression.

"Red bean paste... red bean paste, secret horse racing!" The former yakuza member, Mr. Karakawa, was bowing frantically to several teachers, pleading in the most humble tone he could think of:

"Saki went astray because we, her parents, neglected to pay attention to her. It's all our fault! We will do our best to compensate for all the losses! Please, school, consider that Saki is an excellent student and is about to graduate, and give her another chance!"

Mrs. Karakawa bowed along with her husband: "Our Sakifumi has always wanted to be a professional journalist. If he gets expelled from high school, his life will probably be ruined..."

"Even if it's just a serious warning, please don't let her drop out of school. We will educate her properly!"

Karasu Saki stood to the side, her face dark and her mouth tightly shut. Rather, it wasn't her place as the culprit to interrupt; she simply needed to quietly await her judgment.

Faced with the sincere pleas of the Karasukawa couple, an elderly faculty member looked troubled: "Mr. Karasukawa, Ms. Karasukawa... your attitude is very touching, and I understand how devastating 'expulsion' would be for an outstanding student like Karasukawa Sakifumi..."

"But this is no longer a simple disciplinary violation; it's a full-blown criminal act. If the victimized students want to take it seriously, it's not impossible for them to take it to court!"

"A...a crime..." Mr. Yagawa trembled, his eyes wavering. "My daughter...did something so outrageous..."

He couldn't help but feel regretful at the thought of things turning out this way.

Just a week ago, that Kyushu classmate and his teacher's assistant had warned the Karasawa couple that Saki was doing dangerous things at school and asked them to persuade their daughter to come back to the right path.

But their relationship with their daughter was not good—like a teenager and their menopausal parents—it would be a success if they could sit down at a table and have a proper conversation without breaking dishes and throwing things.

Unexpectedly, less than a week later, the Karakawa couple received a warning from their daughter that she would be expelled from school.

"If only we had talked to our daughter right away!" They must have thought that. But now, all they can do is keep apologizing and begging the school to let their daughter off the hook.

A stern-looking female teacher pushed up her glasses and asked, "We heard that your daughter was a delinquent in junior high school and had a history of fighting, but our Xiujin Academy has not received any such information. Did you collude with the junior high school to falsify her resume?"

"I...it's all my fault!" Mr. Karakawa paused for a moment, then had no choice but to lower his head and admit, "I just wanted to give my daughter a better educational environment, and I didn't want her to go to a vocational high school full of delinquent students..."

"I'm so sorry, I've caused the school so much trouble!" Mrs. Yagawa kept apologizing.

After the group argued back and forth for a while, one of the faculty and staff members shook his head regretfully and said:

“I’m sorry, I understand your sincerity and I know you’ve done a lot for your daughter. But the impact of this incident is too bad, and I still think it’s better to let her drop out of school.”

No sooner had the faculty and staff finished speaking than Mr. Karakawa suddenly knelt down at lightning speed in a "dogeza" posture, slamming his head against the floor three times.

This astonishing move startled everyone present, even Karasawa Saki, who had been silent all along, and stared at her father in shock.

"Please! I really beg you!" Mr. Yagawa's kowtows were so loud that one might wonder if he was trying to smash his own skull on the spot, and blood began to flow from his forehead.

"Let me use the last bit of dignity I have as a man to beg you! Please, please spare Saki just this once! I'll do anything you ask! I'm really... really sorry!"

"The child's father..." Madam Yachuan looked anxious.

"Mr. Karasu, please don't do this! Please get up, Mr. Karasu!" The faculty and staff members were quite frightened and hurriedly tried to help him up.

"Dogeza" is the most humble form of apology in Wano Country culture, and it's often combined with "seppuku" (ritual suicide) in certain situations. Seeing a student's parent kneeling like that in an office would surely be unbearable for the teachers.

There was another commotion in the office, but no matter how the faculty and staff tried to persuade him, Mr. Karakawa refused to get up.

"If you want to expel Saki, then let me stay kneeling here forever!" Mr. Karakawa was like a bronze statue welded to the ground, refusing to get up no matter how much you pulled him.

"We...we understand Mr. Yagawa's sincerity! Please get up!" The faculty members couldn't take it anymore and had no choice but to close their eyes and compromise: "As long as you can obtain the victim's forgiveness, we will consider reducing the punishment!"

"Really?! Thank you so much, I don't know how to repay you!" Hearing this, Mr. Yagawa finally smiled again and stood up unsteadily. Ignoring the blood on his forehead, he grabbed the faculty member's hand and shook it vigorously.

46. ​​The Queen's Self-Exile

After the school interview, the Yagawa family drove home.

Inside the old Toyota SUV, the three remained silent, the atmosphere so quiet it was almost suffocating.

"Honey, no matter what, at least the student's enrollment is saved~" Mrs. Yachuan, sitting in the passenger seat, tried to start a conversation.

"Hmm." Mr. Karakawa, who was driving the car, seemed to be in a bad mood and only responded with a strained voice.

"Luckily, we have some savings. We'll settle the compensation issue in the next few days." Mrs. Yakawa sighed, then added, "Well, let's put our plans to buy a new car this year on hold for now."

"Oh," Mr. Karakawa replied perfunctorily, seemingly still angry.

Lady Yachuan noticed her husband's thoughts and comforted him, "Husband, you've really been wronged today."

Hiroyuki Karakawa glanced at his daughter in the back seat and complained through gritted teeth, "I've always been the one being forced to kneel before me. This is the first time I've ever knelt before so many people! These bastards... I can't swallow this!"

"But thanks to my husband, Wenwen's school registration was saved~" Mrs. Yachuan sighed softly, then turned to her daughter in the back seat and said seriously:

"Wenwen, please have a good talk with us when you get back. I hope you will tell us everything in detail."

"Don't do that kind of thing again, it's too much trouble for others!" Mr. Karakawa chimed in, "From now on, behave yourself and study hard until you graduate high school. Do you hear me, Saki?"

Karasu Sakifumi, however, retorted impatiently with a gloomy face: "Shut up! You're a former yakuza and a former biker gang member, and you still have the nerve to say I'm causing trouble for others?"

"Hey! What do you mean by this?" Mr. Yagawa slammed his hand on the steering wheel, blasting the horn.

"Even after things have gotten this bad, you're still talking back to us!"

"Tch, who asked you to kneel down to me?" Karasu Sakifumi said with a disdainful look, slightly curling her lips: "How shameful, to actually kneel down in front of so many teachers."

"Who do you think I'm doing this for?!" Mr. Yachuan's emotions completely exploded, and he angrily pulled over and slammed on the brakes. "Who do you think I'm kneeling for?! I've even given up my dignity as a man for you!"

"At this point, you're still pretending to be a good person... It's making me want to vomit!" Karakawa Sakifumi slammed her hand on the car window and yelled.

"In the end, it's all your fault! If it weren't for those leaked photos... if it weren't for my stinking father who's involved in organized crime, I wouldn't have been driven to this point!"

“Sakibun…” Mrs. Karakawa frowned, looking at her daughter with concern.

"If it weren't for the fact that I'm the daughter of a yakuza, I wouldn't be hated by everyone..." Karasukawa Saki took a deep breath and shouted:

"And... Grandpa Shangwen won't die either!"

After saying that, Karasu Saki pushed open the car door and ran out.

"Wait a minute, Saki!" Mrs. Karasawa called out anxiously.

"Don't chase after her! Let her calm down on her own!" For some reason, Hiroyuki Karakawa looked guilty, and his tone became somewhat heavy.

"Go home and prepare her dinner. After that... she should be able to go home by herself."

......

Karasu Saki ran a long way from her parents' car, finally stopping under a bridge.

She held her knees, breathing softly.

"I've really had enough..." She kicked a pebble on the roadside, sending it skipping across the river several times.

Just then, several frivolous male voices came from behind her:

"Hey, little girl, what are you doing here all alone?"

"You seem to be in a bad mood. Do you want to go play with the older boys?"

Karasu Saki turned her head and saw three blond thugs wearing embroidered jackets walking towards her.

The three thugs quickly surrounded Karasu Saki, their faces showing lewd and smirking smiles.

"Hey... can't you see I'm in a bad mood?" Karasukawa Sakifumi seemed completely unafraid of these thugs, her eyes chillingly cold.

"So, let big brother take you out to have some fun~" a thug whistled at her.

The thug had barely whistled when Karasu Sakifumi suddenly raised her leg and delivered a high kick, striking the thug directly in the cheek at an incredible angle.

"Bang—!" Before the thug even realized what had happened, his eyes rolled back, and he staggered to the ground, losing consciousness.

Before the other two thugs could react, Karasu Sakifumi spun around at high speed and kicked them twice in the head with thunderous force, knocking them all to the ground.

"I told you, don't mess with me." Karasu Saki stepped over the three unconscious thugs' bodies and strolled away from the underpass.

Afterwards, she bought a discounted bento box outside and went back to her room without saying a word, completely ignoring her parents' calls.

......

The next day, Karasukawa Saki arrived at school.

"Good morning, Mori-chan." She was about to greet her disciplinary committee friend at the door when she noticed that the other person was staring at her with hostile eyes.

Not only that "friend," but other classmates passing by were also giving her cold looks, and people were pointing and whispering about her from time to time.

Yes... the situation has completely reversed. She then realized that she was no longer the popular news minister who was loved by everyone in the school, but a dangerous delinquent who repeatedly extorted money from her classmates.

"Boring..." Karasukawa Saki walked into the school, trying to appear calm.

Upon arriving at the shoe box for changing indoor shoes, Karasu Sakifumi smelled a foul odor as soon as she opened the box.

Someone seemed to have spilled expired milk in her shoebox; her indoor shoes were sticky, smelly, and unwearable.