Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

The third floor of the cafeteria.

Next to the dining table.

The atmosphere between Miyazaki Kiyoshi and Onodera Zannen had become eerily quiet.

The onlookers around clearly didn't dare to say a word.

But his gaze had almost completely enveloped the table.

Student Council President.

Head of the Archery Department.

The eldest daughter of the Onodera family in Kansai.

In addition, there's Miyazaki Kiyoshi from the Miyazaki family.

This is no longer a scene that ordinary students can casually gather around to watch.

This is a high-level game.

It was a true battle of gods.

Ordinary people sitting next to him felt like they had wandered into a map they shouldn't have entered.

Onodera Zanne sat next to Kuroba Shido's previous seat, a gentle, faint smile on her face.

What she just said sounded very polite.

The club has no name.

The number of participants is insufficient.

The activity record is incomplete.

The procedure doesn't seem to follow the rules.

Every word reflects the student council president's normal concern for school affairs.

But Miyazaki Kiyoshi could tell.

This is not concern.

This is an attack.

Moreover, it's a very precise attack.

She looked up at Onodera Reine.

"All procedures of the organization are reasonable and compliant."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi spoke calmly.

"The fact that the name is temporarily vacant does not mean that the club does not exist."

"The fact that the number of members does not meet the standard for ordinary clubs does not mean that it cannot be temporarily retained."

"As for activity records."

She paused for a moment.

"I will make up for it."

The surrounding students: "..."

So peaceful.

Even though he was being questioned about club procedures by the student council president, Miyazaki Kiyoshi answered it as if he were answering a regular classroom question.

Onodera Zannen nodded gently.

"I see."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi continued speaking.

"As for what you said, whether Kuroba-kun was oppressed."

"Nonsense."

Onodera Zane's smile remained unchanged.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at her, his voice remaining unchanged.

"Kuroba joined the club by his own choice."

"initiative?"

Onodera's remaining voice repeated softly.

"Um."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi said calmly.

"He likes me."

The surrounding onlookers: "???"

The chopsticks stopped.

The cup stopped.

Breathing stopped.

Some people even choked on their soup.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi seemed completely unaware of the seriousness of what he had just said, and continued to remain expressionless.

"So, in order to get closer to me and attract my attention, he took the initiative to join the club."

"This is not oppression."

"It's a normal classmate relationship."

"It's a normal relationship between a minister and a department head."

The surrounding students were practically dumbfounded.

normal?

Where is this normal?

You just said that Kuroba Shido likes you!

What is the connection between this statement and the normal relationship between ministers and department members?

What kind of Miyazaki-style logic is this?

so horrible.

I listened to the remnant of Onodera quietly until the end.

Her facial expression remained unchanged.

gentle.

calm.

There was even a touch of just the right amount of politeness.

But if Shido Kuroba were here, he would see that the status notification above her head had started refreshing like crazy.

[Current state: Quiet, disdainful, skeptical of the claim of "actively joining the club," and clearly disagreeing with the claim of "liking me."]

[Current Status: Displeased. It is determined that Miyazaki Kiyoshi is attempting to unilaterally define his relationship with Shido. A reassessment of the appropriate response is needed.]

[Current status: Smiling, maintaining superficial politeness, preparing to retaliate.]

[Salted Fish Guide: Run! Neither of them are normal!!!]

But Shido Kuroba was not there.

So nobody can see these things.

Onodera Zannen simply chuckled softly.

"I see."

Her voice was gentle.

"Miyazaki-san believes that Shido-san likes you, which is why he took the initiative to join the club."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at her.

"Yes."

"But."

Onodera Tsunade tilted his head slightly.

I don't think so.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's eyes were slightly cold.

Onodera Zanne continued, "I don't think that Shido-kun likes Miyazaki-kun."

The onlookers: "!!!"

coming.

The real attack is coming.

We were just going through the club/organization paperwork.

We've now gotten straight to the core issue.

Onodera Zanne's smile remained gentle.

"Perhaps this is just Miyazaki's own opinion."

"In other words..."

She paused for a moment.

"Imagination."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's expression remained calm.

But the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a little at that moment.

She put down the water glass in her hand.

The bottom of the cup fell onto the table with a soft sound.

"No need for you to worry."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi spoke calmly.

"Whether it's my imagination or not, I know very well."

"There's no need for Onodera-senpai to tell me what to do."

Onodera Zannen smiled.

"As the student council president, I was simply concerned about whether club members were being treated unfairly."

"No, Kuroba-kun."

"Is Miyazaki-san sure?"

"Sure."

"I see."

Onodera Zannen nodded gently.

"That's good."

These three words sound perfectly fine.

But Miyazaki Kiyoshi knew very well.

The other party did not believe it.

She didn't expect the other party to believe her.

The two people stood across a table, silently gazing at each other.

A quiet and still atmosphere.

A gentle smile.

I clearly didn't slam the table.

The volume was not increased.

There were no unseemly arguments.

But the onlookers were completely dumbfounded.

What is this?

Is this what it means for the strong to fight?

Horror!

They even had a misconception.

If you put Shido Kuroba in the middle, this dining table might instantly turn into a battlefield in Tokyo Bay.

While everyone's attention was focused on Miyazaki Kiyoshi and Onodera Zanne.

Toilet direction.

A furtive figure peeked out, half its head emerging from the shadows.

Kuroba Shido.

He held a cane in one hand and leaned against the wall with the other.

He pressed himself against the wall, moving slowly in an extremely sleazy, cautious, and undignified manner.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The toes touched the ground almost silently.

If it weren't for the ridiculous expression on his face, he would have looked like a professional infiltrator.

Kuroba Shido understands this very well now.

The opportunity is here.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi and Onodera Tsune are currently facing off.

The high-level matches have already begun.

At this time, no one would pay attention to a weak, pitiful, helpless, and poor commune member with a stomachache.

As long as he is quiet enough.

Keep a low profile.

Shameless enough.

That's how you survive this battle of the gods.

Kuroba Shido continued to move along the wall.

He had even planned out the route.

First, go around the edge of the toilet.

Then, follow the pillar on the right side of the third floor downstairs.

Then they blended into the crowd on the first floor.

Finally, he rushed out of the cafeteria.

Find a secluded spot to hide and wait for things to calm down.

perfect.

so perfect.

As expected of him.

however.

Just as Kuroba Shido had moved halfway.

Several students nearby suddenly noticed him.

They were taken aback at first.

Then his eyes gradually widened.

No.

What is this guy doing?

Miyazaki Kiyoshi and Onodera Zanne were confronting each other over there because of him.

He actually ran away while clinging to the wall?

Kuroba Shido noticed the gaze.

His movements froze.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the students who had discovered him.

A moment of silence.

then.

He raised his finger and put it to his lips.

"Shhh."

Several students nearby: "..."

Seeing that some students seemed a bit ungrateful, Shido Kuroba made a gesture with his hands, making a knotting and then strangling motion, his eyes turning into Xs and his tongue sticking out.

The meaning is very simple.

I don't know who can help me with the password; I might not remember it.

I remember every single one of you who betrayed me, and you'll be in big trouble!

Several students nearby: "..."

Awesome!