COTE : Oh No, I've Become the Substitute Chapter 15: Ryuen Kakeru Will Never Forget This Painful Day

This is fried noodles, this is bread—put them together, and you get yakisoba-bread!

Of course, Fuyuji Mikage had never actually eaten this before. He just happened to notice this particular bread selling like crazy when he passed by a bakery.

Following the herd ntality of "if so many people are buying it, it must be good," he settled on it for his lunch today.

And to pair with it, UCC Japanese Extra-Strong Black Coffee!

Its peculiar packaging caught Morishita Ai's eye amid the dazzling array of goods in the convenience store, and she resolutely bought an entire pack.

As it turned out, just one sip was enough to make Morishita Ai's usually cool face scrunch up into a knot, and she dumped all the rest on Fuyuji Mikage.

The golden-yellow bread wrapped around glistening fried noodles, mixed with mayonnaise, red pickled ginger, and shredded nori.

He brought it to his mouth and chewed slowly.

The texture was strange—soft, fluffy bread followed by slightly chewy fried noodles, then the savory saltiness of the mayonnaise.

He tilted his head back and washed it down with a gulp of coffee...

And that was it. The only thing left in his mouth was bitterness and the taste of coffee. Fuyuji Mikage's lunch break had officially co to an end.

...

Half an hour later, Fuyuji Mikage walked into the restroom with a grim look on his face.

Morishita Ai! You really were sent by heaven to screw over!

Just as he entered the restroom, a student with a powerful build followed him in.

It was that black skinned student from yesterday—the one who knocked out the red-haired punk-looking thug with a single punch. His na was apparently Yamada Albert, and he was said to actually be pretty gentle-natured. He'd only stood up and fought that thug nad Ryuen Kakeru to resist him.

The two didn't know each other, so naturally they didn't talk. They each found a stall and settled into position.

In the very last stall of the restroom, Fuyuji Mikage adjusted his body to the most comfortable position, took out his phone, put on his earphones, and tapped to play a video.

A lodious tune flowed out, as if transporting him to the middle of African continent, feeling the thrill of a heavy-duty bicycle speeding along a dirt road while a hot wind blew straight at his face.

At the sa ti.

With his face covered in bruises, Ryuen Kakeru appeared silently at the restroom entrance. Looking at Yamada Albert's stall, a cold smirk crept onto his lips.

This Albert was currently the biggest obstacle to his rule over Class C. His mixed blood gave him an incredibly powerful physique, and in a direct, head-on fight, even Ryuen was no match for him.

But Ryuen Kakeru believed in one principle: no matter how many tis you lose up front, as long as you can get back up and win the very last fight, the final victory is yours!

By any ans necessary!

You can't stay on guard while you're on the toilet, right?

Grabbing a wooden stick he'd pulled off a broom from his class, Ryuen Kakeru slowed his steps and quietly made his way toward the stall next to Yamada Albert's. He planned to launch a sneak attack from above on an Albert utterly absorbed in his own world, take him down in one blow and beat him into submission, make him his underling, smoothly seize control over all of Class C, and then spread his violence throughout the entire Advanced Nurturing High School.

Silently, he stepped up onto the edge of the toilet bowl in the stall. Power exploded from his legs as he pushed off fiercely, his whole body soaring into the air. Ryuen Kakeru flew high, the stick in his hand raised aloft.

In that instant, he seed to see the panicked, flustered look on Albert's face behind those sunglasses.

"Yamada Albert, die——"

Before he could even finish his sentence, an indescribable lump of matter ca hurtling through the air at high speed, splattering straight onto Ryuen Kakeru's face and shooting him down on the spot!

With a thunderous crash, Yamada Albert, having witnessed this horrifying scene, hastily wiped himself clean and pushed the door open.

Turning his head, he saw a blinded Ryuen Kakeru, collapsed on the ground, clutching his waist with one hand and desperately wiping his face with the other, struggling in agony.

"OH! SHIT!"

Albert let out a cry of shock. He clenched his massive fist, wanting to launch a counterattack, but then imdiately stopped because, at that mont, Ryuen Kakeru was in an invincible state.

"Yamada Albert, I'm gonna kill——"

Lifting his foot, he kicked the out-of-his-mind Ryuen Kakeru straight back into the toilet bowl. Facing an enemy he simply could not defeat, Albert turned and fled from the restroom as if running for his life.

"AAAAHHH!"

Having lost his target, Ryuen Kakeru, his sanity points utterly depleted, plunged into a state of frenzy. He kicked the stall partitions again and again with all his might, the entire restroom trembling from the force.

When the stall door was kicked crooked by one of his blows, Ryuen Kakeru, his rage having subsided by the tiniest fraction, sped to the sink and cleaned off the sticky, foul-slling, indescribable filth plastered all over his face.

Picking up the stick he'd dropped, he charged off in the direction Yamada Albert had fled.

Violence, ruling the class, school rules—he didn't give a damn about any of it anymore!

He—Ryuen Kakeru—was going to kill Albert! Right here! Right now!

As Ryuen Kakeru's footsteps, brimming with murderous intent, gradually faded into the distance, the restroom returned to its usual calm.

Years later, facing the final exam at Advanced Nurturing High School, Ryuen Kakeru would recall that distant afternoon when he carried a stick to ambush Albert...

At that mont, in the innermost stall of the restroom.

Fuyuji Mikage huddled in the corner, patting his chest with lingering fear. Holy shit! What is with this school and all these total freaks?!

Ambushing a student while he's taking a shit—that's not just your ordinary freak behavior. That calls for so serious, hard-hitting action!

But before that...

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Katsuragi, you free? I've run into a b-i-g problem. I'm in the very last stall of the restroom east of the classroom. Hurry up and co save !"

The voice on the phone imdiately beca serious. "What happened? How many people do you need? I'll be there right away!"

"My legs have fallen asleep from squatting. Send two people to help up."

"..."

After a long silence, Katsuragi Kohei's voice ca through, tinged with weariness. "Wait a mont."

Hanging up the phone, Fuyuji Mikage wiped the large beads of sweat from his face, grabbed onto the water pipe beside the wall, and staggered, struggling shakily to his feet as if he might collapse at any mont.

Running two abilities at the sa ti is still too much for . When am I gonna be able to pull off a Tengai Shinsei?

This feeling... it's like my body no longer belongs to . Even just lifting my foot is absurdly difficult.

Still, that video was really relaxing. Gonna watch it here again next ti.

After struggling for a while, Fuyuji Mikage decisively gave up. He simply didn't have any strength left and could only wait for the Class A students to co rescue him.

Before long, rhythmic footsteps approached. From the sound, it was two people.

"Whoa! This disaster of a scene... the class that did this is gonna be in serious trouble."

The person who'd arrived let out a crisp whistle and spoke in a teasing tone.

The restroom door was knocked on—Bang! Bang!—and a deep voice ca through. "Fuyuji, we're here."

The door creaked open, revealing the faces of the rescuers: Kito Hayato and Hashimoto Masayoshi.

Seeing Fuyuji Mikage's pale face, Hashimoto Masayoshi raised an eyebrow and stepped forward to support him. "Fuyuji-san, this doesn't look like just 'legs fell asleep.' Want us to take you to the infirmary?"

"Just so exhaustion. I'll be fine after resting a bit. Why are you two here?"

Kito Hayato followed closely and also helped support Fuyuji Mikage. "Katsuragi was over at the student cafeteria. Since we happened to be free, we took the initiative to co."

As the two of them helped Fuyuji Mikage out of the restroom, they passed the first two stalls. Hashimoto Masayoshi asked curiously, "Did sothing happen here just now?"

"Hashimoto-san, you ntioned before that there's soone nad Ryuen Kakeru trying to consolidate Class C, right?" Fuyuji Mikage countered, holding back a laugh.

"Just call Hashimoto. Yeah, that guy seems to be the type who likes using violence. So of the Class C students are currently resisting him. Was this disaster of a ss his doing?" Hashimoto Masayoshi replied enthusiastically.

Fuyuji Mikage revealed a deeply aningful smile. "I got my hands on sothing good. It just might let us widen the gap between Class A and Class C in one go."

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