Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

Teacher Jiang reported the matter to the school, but after investigation, the school could not find sufficient evidence, so the matter was dropped.

The people of Wano Country have always prioritized settling disputes over cases, such as "if a body cannot be found, treat it as a missing person case" or "if no evidence of homicide can be found, treat it as a suicide case." In the absence of conclusive evidence, law enforcement officers tend to choose to handle cases quietly to avoid "causing trouble" for themselves.

Ms. Jiang felt uneasy and could only try her best to protect Xiaozawa at school. However, she couldn't be there for everyone, and the slightest carelessness would give those bad students an opportunity.

A few months later, Xiaoze dropped out of school without saying a word and never contacted Teacher Jiangniao again. When Teacher Jiangniao visited his home, he refused to see him.

Later, Ms. Jiangniao heard that Xiaozawa had suffered a great blow, dropped out of school, and had been living as a shut-in, completely degenerating and relying entirely on his parents for support.

Ms. Jiangniao, filled with righteous indignation, went to confront the student group. However, they pretended to be oblivious and even made inappropriate jokes to try and provoke her.

"It's all your fault for meddling; otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up like this!" a female student mocked her with a laugh.

With the intervention of a colleague, Teacher Jiangniao ultimately failed to slap each of those students.

However, one student's remark stuck with her, and it always bothered her whenever she thought about it:

"Haha, you think we're the only ones doing this?"

They are just one of the perpetrators of this farce, and simply catching them won't do any good... That's the message this statement conveys.

From then on, Ms. Jiangniao never smiled at school again, and she lost all enthusiasm for her work.

Her dream was to personally nurture students and, upon their graduation, joyfully proclaim, "Congratulations on your graduation! You are all my pride!"

But at that year's graduation ceremony, she simply said "goodbye" to the students calmly, with only a stiff, fake smile on her face, as if she were saying goodbye to the deceased at a funeral.

She began to fear the school, because every student around her could be a lurking demon, and she even considered resigning.

"..."

Not long after, while helping to process graduate students' documents, Ms. Jiangniao accidentally came across the files of that small group of students.

Some of them plan to attend a fifth-rate university after graduation to get a diploma, while others plan to go to work. The school needs to send these students' graduation records to both universities and workplaces for review.

So, when the head of academic affairs wasn't looking, she secretly changed the students' grades and added a string of comments to them:

"His behavior at school is poor, he lacks a sense of teamwork, talks back to teachers, harasses classmates, and has repeatedly failed to correct his behavior despite being instructed to do so. This has even led to the expulsion of a classmate. Please consider this carefully."

Teacher Jiangniao added a few more warning records to their files, making them even uglier, just like their disgusting smiles.

After completing all this, she sent out the students' files and deleted all the modification records.

She knew that doing so was a serious violation of the rules, and if she were discovered, she would likely be taken to court or even go to jail.

But she couldn't bear to watch these scumbags graduate happily and embrace their future lives.

As for Ozawa Fuyu... that earnest, hardworking, and kind girl, her life has become bleak.

Why?

Hehehe...Why should I!

After doing all this, Teacher Jiangniao's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

Then she smiled.

Her lips, which hadn't smiled for almost half a year, turned up uncontrollably again, and she laughed without a care in the world, as if she had rediscovered the joy of being a "teacher".

There's no need to think anymore... Everyone is a demon, everyone is scum.

Even if there are a few kind children, they will be bullied to death and will soon disappear.

She was in such a wicked place, a den of demons. Her reason for becoming a teacher was not to nurture them, but to cruelly torment these demons.

Since that's the case, I'll climb to the top by any means necessary... Only by gaining more power can I better fulfill my duties as a "teacher"!

78. A home visit three years later

The following day after school, Makoto Kyushu and Saki Karasukawa went to Fuyuyu Ozawa's house, with Ms. Etori leading the way.

According to Ms. Jiangniao, it wasn't just that bad student group that bullied Ozawa Fuyuu back then; there were other people involved as well.

Makoto Kyushu wants to get to the bottom of everything today. As a victim of Professor Etori, he has the right to know the truth.

"Let me preface this by saying that I went to see her several times three years ago, but she always refused to see me." Throughout the journey, Teacher Jiangniao sighed repeatedly, her voice low and dejected.

"We might be turned away again this time."

Upon hearing this, Karasu Saki looked distressed: "If she doesn't want to see us, then the trail goes cold, right?"

In Wano Country, there is a law called "The Crime of Not Leaving." If a homeowner tells a visitor "Please leave" three times and the visitor still insists on leaving, the homeowner has the right to call the police, and the maximum penalty is three years in prison and a fine of 100,000 yen.

Therefore, forcibly breaking into Ozawa Fuyuu's house is not an option. If they call the police, you'll be in the wrong.

If you want to sit down and have a proper talk, you have to get her to willingly open the door.

The three arrived at Ozawa Fuyu's house. Jiangniao-sensei nervously went up and rang the doorbell. Several "ding-dong" sounds echoed in the hallway, making her breathing even heavier.

A moment later, someone spoke on the intercom by the door: "Hello, who is this?"

The other person's voice sounded like that of an elderly middle-aged woman.

"Um, I am..." Teacher Jiangniao was about to speak when Kyushu Makoto stopped her, stepped forward, and began to lie with a straight face:

"Hello, is this Ms. Ozawa? We are the joint investigation committee of teachers and students from the private Xiujin Academy."

"Xiujin..." the middle-aged woman murmured the name, her tone suddenly turning hostile: "What are you doing here?"

Just as Kyushu Makoto had predicted, the Ozawa family hated Shujin Academy to the core, after all, this school had ruined their daughter's life.

"In recent years, our Xiujin Academy has been undergoing comprehensive reforms, and our joint investigation committee of teachers and students is responsible for handling the unresolved cases within the school," Kyushu Makoto confidently stated, using an official and formal tone to fabricate the story.

“We discovered that Xiaozhe withdrew from school without cause three years ago. Although it did not have any impact on the school, we hope to reinvestigate the matter to ensure that there are no potential risks.”

"..." After three seconds of silence, the person on the other end said unhappily, "Sorry, we have nothing to say. Please leave."

"I'm sorry, please don't hang up!" Upon hearing this, Kyushu Makoto quickly leaned over the walkie-talkie, his tone becoming serious.

"I heard that Xiaoze had reported to the school that she was being harassed by other students. In the end, the case was dropped due to 'insufficient evidence,' which seems rather perfunctory."

"So what?" came the icy reply. "You refused to believe my daughter three years ago, and now you want to come here pretending to comfort me? Stop playing the good guy!"

"The school is deeply reflecting on the incident three years ago. That's why we're determined to investigate this matter thoroughly!" Kyushu Makoto lied without batting an eye, his sincerity impeccable: "The chairman of the board also takes this matter very seriously; it concerns the school's reputation!"

“What happens to the school is none of our business anymore, please leave.” The other party’s attitude was firm: “We will never have anything to do with this school again in our lives.”

"In that case, I'm very sorry..." Kyushu Makoto sighed, feigning sadness as he leaned against the wall.

"The school is prepared to reopen the investigation into this matter. If it is not convenient to meet today, a team of school officials will visit in a couple of days, accompanied by lawyers and professionals from the Metropolitan Police Department. The investigation warrant will also be prepared."

"They will conduct a thorough investigation and questioning of your daughter, and then have her sign several informed consent forms and agreements... I don't want to put it bluntly, but things will get a little complicated."

“If you think I’m exaggerating, you can call the school to confirm. But we won’t stay here for long, and if you don’t want an interview today, we’ll leave immediately.”

After making a few alarmist remarks, Kyushu Makoto said meaningfully, "Then... let a professional contact you in a few days, Ms. Ozawa."

"Wait a minute!" Suddenly, Xiaoze's mother spoke up, "After this talk, can you guarantee you won't come again?"

“Of course!” Kyushu Makoto smiled and said understandingly, “We only need ten minutes, it won’t take up too much of your time! If your daughter feels uncomfortable, we will end the conversation immediately!”

“…” Xiaoze’s mother said, “Please wait a moment, I’ll open the door.”

As he expected, most people in Wano Country were afraid of trouble.

If Kyushu Makoto directly requests a ten-minute meeting, Ozawa's mother will most likely refuse, since their family absolutely hates this school.

However, if Kyushu Makoto tells her that the school will send a professional team to harass her, she will choose a compromise and accept today's meeting.

The person who opened the door for everyone was a typical housewife—wearing an apron and sleeves, with curly hair, and looking very capable.

“Are you… Ms. Jiangniao?” Xiaoze’s mother recognized one of the female teachers.

"Hi... I'm Xiaozhe's former homeroom teacher." Ms. Jiang Niao nodded slightly, her eyes showing a hint of embarrassment. "Excuse me... how is Xiaozhe doing?"

"..." Ozawa's mother sighed and said stiffly, "Please come in."

The three entered the house and went to the sofa in the living room. Because the meeting was very short, Ozawa's mother did not pour tea for them.

"If I may ask, how is Ozawa doing these days?" Kyushu Makoto asked tentatively as soon as he sat down.

"..." Xiaoze's mother looked helpless and found it difficult to speak, "I haven't left my room much over the years."

“I’m so sorry…” Kyushu Makoto interlaced his fingers and fell into thought.

Teenagers are generally more sensitive and concerned about the opinions of others. External stimuli can have an immeasurable impact on them, and may even drive them crazy.

There seem to be many similar cases in Wano Country in the past, such as bullied teenagers choosing to end their own lives in a fit of anger, or becoming NEETs and shut-ins.

Such incidents are too common in Wano Country, and the victimized teenagers are often not good at speaking up for themselves, so few people care about them.

"Would she be willing to come out and talk?" Kyushu Makoto asked. "Even just a few words would be fine."

“I’ll go ask…” Ozawa’s mother gave him an uncertain look.

"Creak—" Suddenly, everyone heard the door to a bedroom open slightly.

From the dark crevice, a pair of sinister eyes peeked out.

"Mom...we have guests at home?" The voice was hoarse, clearly weak and lacking in energy.

"Hello, are you Ozawa Fuyu-senpai?" Kyushu Makoto quickly greeted her, trying his best to appear friendly.

"Xiaoze-kun, it's been a long time..." Teacher Jiangniao waved to her with a complicated expression.

"Mom...why...did you let them in?" The girl behind the door began to tremble, clearly having not spoken to outsiders in a long time.