A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

"Yes, finally no one's bothering us anymore."

The three delinquents spread out, forming a semi-encirclement, forcing Kazama Chiba into a blind spot by the barbed wire fence.

"I'm talking about Kazama."

The blond-haired leader took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth but didn't light it, and looked at him with a playful expression.

"Since you've obediently followed us, you should know the rules, right? We're a bit short on cash lately and want to borrow 30,000 to 50,000 yuan. Do you want to transfer the money, or do you want us to help you take off your clothes and look for them?"

The remaining two let out a sinister laugh, cracking their knuckles as they slowly approached.

Kazama Chiba leaned against the rusty wire mesh, the metal mesh behind her pressing against her back.

"Hey! Chiyu!"

The little guy inside his collar was so anxious he was almost scratching his skin raw.

"Run! Even if you have to use magic, it's not too late to run! These people don't seem to be joking!"

Are you out of your mind? The magic you gave me was just for me to use to escape in dangerous situations?

Kazama Chiba ignored the noise from the doll.

Nonsense, if he runs away, he'll have come for nothing.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Are you mute?"

When Huang Mao saw that he didn't react, the smile on his face disappeared.

He walked forward, cursing, and reached out to grab Kazama Chiba's collar.

"Snapped."

The hand that was halfway out was pushed away.

Kazama Chiba simply swatted away the dirty hand like a fly, then punched the other person in the stomach with her backhand.

Fighting! So exhilarating!

"I rely on!"

Huang Mao shouted, and the punch landed hard, making Huang Mao's stomach bend over.

"Hiss... You bastard!"

The two henchmen beside him looked at each other in bewilderment.

How could such a thing as resistance happen to this good-for-nothing who always bows his head and lets others bully him?

"Money? I don't have that kind of thing to give you, but I have as many fists as you want."

Despite the pain, the blond-haired man took a step forward.

"I think you're asking for trouble."

They then pounced on him, their fists whistling through the air.

Kazama Chiba stood still and took out the Wind Card.

Just as the battle was about to reach its climax.

"Bang--!!!"

A loud bang exploded behind us without warning.

The entire heavy iron door looked as if it had been struck by a battering ram.

It let out a mournful wail along with the door frame.

The padlock used to lock the door didn't even last half a second before it flew off and bounced twice on the concrete floor.

The rusty iron gate slammed heavily against the wall, sending lime dust flying all over the floor.

All the movements froze in that instant.

Whether it was those thugs with raised fists or Kazama Chiba who was about to unleash magic.

All eyes were focused on the doorway.

As the smoke cleared, a black-haired woman wearing a white lab coat over a business suit and a teacher's certificate around her neck stood there.

Shizuka Hiratsuka.

The female teacher at Sakigawa Middle School, rumored to be the strongest fighter, had a dark expression on her face, veins bulging on her forehead, and the unlit cigarette in her hand had been crushed into powder.

She maintained that cool side kick pose, the heel of her high heel deeply embedded in the twisted door panel.

Hiratsuka Shizuka slowly withdrew her leg, tidied her bangs which had been ruffled by the wind, and scanned everyone on the rooftop with her eyes.

"Hey. You bunch of little brats..."

"Which bastard just said he was going to smash someone's brains out?"

The three arrogant delinquents instantly huddled together like dogs whose tails had been stepped on.

"Hiratsuka-sensei?!"

The blond-haired man's voice was trembling.

In this school, you can disregard the head of the teaching department, but you absolutely cannot mess with Hiratsuka Shizuka.

This woman, known as the "Mandarin Teacher of the Fighting System," is someone who can actually dismantle and reassemble your bones on a physical level.

"What? Not saying anything?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka strode over.

She shoved the fat man blocking her way and walked straight up to Kazama Chiyu, looking him up and down.

Only after confirming that the frail student was not missing any limbs except for his slightly disheveled clothes did she breathe a slight sigh of relief. She then turned around, her murderous aura once again locking onto the three scumbags in front of her.

"Bringing classmates to this kind of place for friendly exchanges in broad daylight?"

She clenched her fist, her knuckles cracking crisply, and a radiant smile spread across her face, a smile so bright it was chilling.

"Looks like you guys have a lot of energy. Perfect, I haven't stretched my muscles in ages. How about I join you and give us a 'friendly' tutoring session?"

"No, no, no! No need, teacher!"

"We're just chatting! We're really just chatting!"

"Now that we've finished talking, we'll be going now!"

The three thugs shook their heads like rattles.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes narrowed.

"Get back to the classroom right now! Everyone write a 10,000-word self-criticism! If I see you bullying your classmates again, I'll show you whether my punch, powerful enough to shatter concrete, is sweet or salty!"

"Yes!!!"

The three thugs, as if granted a pardon, scrambled towards the door, not even daring to glance at the door panel still on the ground.

"..."

Seeing Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly appear, Chiba didn't know what to say.

Those thugs were incredibly lucky.

Even so, Qianyu had no intention of letting them go, because he had a habit of always eliminating the root of the problem.

Let them live a little longer; consider it as giving them a taste of the first seven days after their death.

Chapter 11 Asagiri Aya

In less than five seconds, all that could be heard on the rooftop was the creaking sound of the wind blowing through the barbed wire.

Hiratsuka Shizuka took a deep drag on her cigarette, then threw the butt on the ground and crushed it out with the tip of her shoe.

"Honestly, these kids these days, they're all such a handful. Why is it so hard to be a good teacher these days?"

She turned around and looked at Kazama Chiba, who was still leaning against the railing without saying a word, and rubbed her temples with a headache.

This was a student who had always given her a headache.

Although her grades were passable, the terrible interpersonal relationships always worried this passionate teacher.

"Hey, Kazama. Are you alright? Next time something like this happens, shout loudly or just run. Don't just stand there and follow along like an idiot. Do you want to die?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka has a kind of disappointment that people are not living up to their potential.

She really didn't understand how Kazama Chiyu, who usually seemed quite clever, could be so slow-witted about this.

"If I hadn't made it, do you know what the consequences would have been? Getting beaten up would have been the least of my worries! What if something unexpected had happened? How would I or your parents face that?"

I have no parents.

"Oh? I'm sorry! I...I didn't mean that."

Having said something she shouldn't have, Hiratsuka Shizuka reached out as if to pat Kazama Chiba on the shoulder, but then hesitated for a moment, afraid of hurting the student who might have been frightened earlier. In the end, she just scratched her hair in frustration.

"I just want to say that next time something like this happens, come to my office immediately."

“Even if I’m not here, any teacher will do. Schools are places for learning, not arenas for those scum to run rampant. As long as I’m here, I will absolutely not allow this to happen.”

Kazama Chiba nodded.

"I understand"

Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed helplessly.

"As for those bastards, I'll talk to their homeroom teacher; they'll at least get a disciplinary action."

Although she knew in her heart that such conventional methods would have little deterrent effect on those guys who were already rotten to the core.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, teacher."

Kazama Chiba bowed slightly, performing a proper greeting.

"Hopefully it will be of some use. Although I think that punishment is probably something they'd be proud of, like a medal."

"Alright, hurry back to the classroom."

Hiratsuka Shizuka turned around and took out her cigarette case again.

Kazama Chiba didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the stairwell.