Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

"There will definitely be other students who have had similar experiences to me in the future. Please, Teacher Jiangniao, protect them and don't let them end up like me."

"sorry…

"I will definitely... I will definitely be a good teacher in the future..." Teacher Jiangniao was already sobbing uncontrollably.

......

Ten minutes later, Ozawa and her daughter went home, and Karasukawa Saki also said she was going to work at the coffee shop.

Teacher Jiangniao sat on the bench, wiping away tears with a tissue.

"Then I should go get a job too," Kyushu Makoto said to Etori-sensei, preparing to leave.

"Wait a minute, Kyushu-kun." Teacher Jiangniao suddenly called out to him.

"What is it?" Kyushu Makoto asked.

"I used to be... a really bad teacher, right?" Teacher Jiang Niao shook her head self-deprecatingly. "In the eyes of the Kyushu students, I was probably just scum, wasn't I?"

“That’s right, a completely despicable teacher~” Kyushu Makoto retorted, “If it weren’t for the interest I’d be collecting from you, I wouldn’t care if I sent you to jail. You’re not worth any sympathy.”

"That's true... after all, I did something so terrible..." Despite being insulted by her student, Teacher Jiang Niao felt somewhat relieved.

"But I'm really happy today... I've always dreamed of saying this to my students. Today it finally came true, and I'm so happy, all thanks to Kyushu-kun!"

"Oh."

"Um... Kyushu-kun..." Teacher Jiang Niao nervously clutched her collar and sighed softly.

"I think you're right. A piece of scum like me doesn't deserve to be a teacher at all..."

“A teacher’s duty is to nurture students, but I wavered over a small matter and became the sinner who hurt my students… My will is so weak, I may accidentally make the same mistake in the future.”

Kyushu Makoto watched her quietly, waiting for her to continue.

"So I've decided to follow my classmate Kyushu's advice and resign in two years, never to return to the teaching profession." Teacher Jiangniao said sadly, her fingers tightly clasped together.

“Those videos… Kyushu-kun can keep them forever. Even if they are distributed in the future, it doesn’t matter. It’s all my own fault.”

"Oh, that's good~" Kyushu Makoto nodded calmly, then said:

"I have a question for you, Etori Yukiko."

"What's the problem?" Teacher Jiangniao looked bewildered.

"Do you think that trash who makes a mistake will be trash for life?" Kyushu Makoto looked up at the sky, squinting as he gazed at the setting sun.

“I…I don’t know…” Teacher Jiang Niao shook her head in confusion.

“In my opinion, trash can also be turned into something useful. If you just throw all your trash into the non-recyclable zone without asking, the garbage dump manager will get angry.” Kyushu Makoto stared at her, his tone becoming meaningful:

"So I'll be keeping a close eye on you for the next two years. Whether you're still qualified to be a teacher depends on your own performance."

"..." Teacher Jiangniao's expression was solemn, and he lowered his head and remained silent for a moment.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she gently waved to Makoto Kyushu:

"Kyushu-kun, could you come over here for a moment?"

Makoto Kyushu walked up to Etori-sensei, who then grabbed both of his wrists.

“A teacher like me, whose sins are unforgivable, truly doesn’t know how to earn your forgiveness…” Teacher Jiang Niao guided the boy’s hands, making him tightly grip her throat, as if placing shackles on her:

"So for the next two years, please feel free to command me... I believe that Kyushu-kun will be able to use my abilities to protect the students, guide them to grow into adults, and help them enter society..."

"This is my heartfelt request! I beg you, Makoto Kyushu!!"

Teacher Jiang Niao gently pressed her forehead against Kyushu Makoto's chest, and with a tone of deep remorse, uttered a firm vow:

"Please guide me well... In any case, at least for the remaining two years, please let me become a truly 'excellent teacher'!"

91. The glutton of offerings

Since that day, Kyushu Makoto has continued to follow up on the case.

The Kazama gang has been wiped out by the police, and the Metropolitan Police Department has even used this incident for publicity for several days, almost to the point of tattooing the phrase "Everyone, come and praise me" on their faces.

I heard that Shinya Adachi was expelled from university and is currently under investigation.

Smuggling, extortion, kidnapping, instigating juvenile delinquency, trafficking in prohibited drugs... This young man has a lot of crimes to his name, and his reputation is now completely ruined.

Shujin Academy, as Shin Adachi's alma mater, naturally also received some harassment from media reporters.

"Hello, do you know Adachi Shin? Could you tell me a little more about him?"

It is said that whenever students of Xiujin walk down the street in their school uniforms, they will be asked this question by reporters who suddenly appear.

Panic also gripped Shujin Academy, with faculty and staff worried that Adachi Shin's actions would damage the school's reputation. The chairman of the board, who was particularly concerned about the school's "reputation," convened several meetings in succession.

"To salvage the school's reputation, how about we organize some community service activities for the students?" a veteran teacher suggested.

"We must quickly showcase the positive aspects of our school to the public; we absolutely cannot be labeled a 'school of criminals'!"

"Isn't this a bad idea?" another female teacher said with some concern. "Doing this will cause resentment among the students."

"No, I think this is a good idea." The chairman calmly nodded, his fingers interlaced.

"However, apart from members of the student council and the discipline committee, other students can participate voluntarily."

"Voluntary participation?" A young teacher frowned. "If that's the case, not many students will be willing to come, right?"

"For every student who has participated in volunteer activities, the school can add a 'diligent in participating in volunteer activities' comment to their student file," the chairman of the board said unhurriedly.

"And for the class with the most participants, the school can arrange some special treatment for them at this year's cultural festival."

That's all, meeting adjourned.

......

Sunday, Inokashira Park

"Why do we have to participate in the litter-collecting activity too?!"

Tang Zegui, holding a long pair of clips and a plastic bag, looked up, panting, and complained:

"They say it's for class honor and preferential treatment at the cultural festival... anyway, we're just marginalized members of the class!"

"Well, try to keep a positive attitude~" Suzuki Yuujin patted him on the shoulder:

"Brother Jiuzhou said this is for our spiritual practice. Only by doing more good deeds can we make our hearts stronger."

As he spoke, Suzuki Yujin pointed to Takatsuki Genji not far away: "Look, isn't Genji here too?"

As soon as he looked over, he saw Genji Takatsuki impatiently kick the can into the lake.

"Wait, Brother Yuan! You can't do that! You'll get scolded!" Suzuki Yuujin ran up to stop him in a panic.

……

Wearing sportswear, Kyushu Makoto walked deeper into the park, picking up cans and cigarette butts from the ground.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, as if he had been drawn to something.

In the park's open space stood a stone tablet with a line of large characters engraved on it:

[In remembrance of Chen Jiuzhou, a great hero of the Chinese nation - built by some survivors of the Akihabara shooting incident]

The base of the stone tablet is inscribed with several lines of names. Most of them are from Wano Country, but there are also names written in different languages ​​such as English, Chinese, and Korean.

"One, three, six... ten... fifteen..." Kyushu Makoto counted, there were at least fifty names.

Akihabara has a large number of foreign tourists, often outnumbering the locals. The people rescued by Makoto Kyushu must have come from all over the world.

Kyushu Makoto didn't care where the people he saved came from. To him, a person was a person, and once saved, that was that.

He believed that his master would not have investigated his nationality and ancestry before deciding whether to save his life.

There were piles of offerings in front of the stone tablet, including wreaths, bouquets, gift cards, fruits, and snacks.

"After so much time, my remains should have been returned to Yanhuang by now, right?" Kyushu Makoto muttered to himself.

"I wonder how my master is doing. I must go back to see him when I have money."

He casually patted his own tombstone, picked up an orange, peeled it, and swallowed it.

After finishing his meal, he still felt a bit thirsty, so he grabbed a bottle of orange juice.

"Ahem! Um..." Suddenly, an awkward cough came from behind.

When Kyushu Makoto turned around, he saw a familiar face.

"Momoko-nee, what are you doing here?" Kyushu Makoto asked in surprise.

"No work on Sunday, I want to find a place to take a walk~" Suzumiya Kame was dressed casually, her long hair tied up, looking more plain than usual:

"Little Chunchuan, have you become so poor that you have to eat other people's offerings?"

"No, I just suddenly wanted to eat it." Kyushu Makoto thought for a moment, then picked up a can of drink from the ground and tossed it to Suzumiya Momiji.

"You should drink too, he said it's on you."

Suzumiya Kame took the drink can, stared blankly for a while, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Haha... Ahaha... Chunchuan, you're so strange! You always make people wonder what you're doing!"

Immediately, she pulled the tab with a "plop" and took a big, satisfying gulp: