Neither the tearful joy of Eriri in Class B nor the scene of Airi suddenly throwing herself into Makoto's arms in Class F was as glaring as Makoto's bout of manic laughter at that mont.
For a while, not only his classmates, but almost all the students in the entire gymnasium, even the principal on the stage, had their gazes firmly fixed on him.
Everyone was wondering to themselves: 'Why are there so many crazy people today?'
Ito Makotou stared blankly at Makoto, whose na was similar to his own, and muttered to himself: "What's… wrong with him?"
Beside him, his good friend Sawanaga Taisuke curled his lip disdainfully, his tone sour: "Probably ntally ill. Do girls like these crazy guys now?"
The scene of Airi suddenly hugging Makoto earlier had already ignited jealousy among all the boys in the class.
Although the class also had top-tier beauties like Chizuru and Kitagawa Marin, in terms of figure, no one could surpass Airi.
Earlier, when the lines were just ford, Taisuke's gaze was already glued to Airi, his mind filled with thoughts that couldn't pass censorship.
He didn't dare imagine how good it would feel to grab those twin golden ponytails and accelerate wildly.
And yet, her heart already belonged to soone else.
"Hey! Taisuke."
Ito Makotou was suddenly startled and quickly tugged his sleeve.
Taisuke raised an eyebrow. As soon as he turned his head, he t Makoto's gaze.
That emotionless look in his eyes scared him so much he involuntarily stepped back.
An irresistible wave of terrifying oppressive force hit Taisuke, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
The Nishikawa Makoto before him was over 180 cm tall, which could be considered tall and straight among Japanese high school students. Just standing there, he carried an oppressive aura, not to ntion the fierce brutality seeping from his very bones right now.
Taisuke was so overwheld he didn't even have the courage to look up and et his eyes, his voice trembling: "Wh-What do you want?"
Smack—!
A sharp sound suddenly exploded.
Under the dumbfounded gazes of thousands of people in the venue, a dark figure was slapped flying, violently crashing into the hard wall of the gymnasium and bouncing to the ground.
In the second-year lineup, Kasumigaoka Utaha and Aizono Marina subconsciously turned their heads.
What ca into view was a bloody human head, its eyes still wide open.
It was Taisuke.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh—!!"
A piercing scream imdiately erupted from the second-year formation, and the first-year side was in even greater chaos.
Taisuke, who had been lively just monts ago, now lay limp on the ground, a headless corpse spewing blood from a grueso neck wound, having fallen straight down.
Many female students turned pale and scread on the spot.
Even more were so nauseated by the bloody scene that they covered their mouths and vomited uncontrollably.
In the enormous gymnasium, thousands of people were instantly frightened senseless, dead silence and chaos intertwined.
Hiratsuka Shizuka, the horoom teacher, shrank her pupils, shouting in shocked horror:
"Nishikawa! What are you doing!"
She was shocked not just by the fact that he had killed soone, but by the power Makoto had displayed.
Shizuka was a forr national karate champion and knew a thing or two about this:
The strength of a human wrist couldn't possibly send soone's head flying with a single slap.
Even in the natural world, only a beast of the polar bear's size could possibly do that.
Hachiman from the sa class, and Eriri and the other players nearby, while also shocked by the scene, weren't too surprised.
'—He really did it.'
Having spent two years together in the Naruto World, even if they didn't interact much, they had sowhat figured out Makoto's temperant.
Makoto, who had killed Taisuke, slowly took a deep breath, looking as pleasant as Yoshikage Kira touching the Mona Lisa's hand.
'So this is the pleasure that power brings? Truly fascinating.'
Ah~ 99%, a rare treasure…
Hehe… A rare treasure~
Earlier, at the beginning of the school year, when he saw that his class had both Ito Makotou and Sawanaga Taisuke, these two scumbags, Makoto had felt so disgusted he wanted to kill.
Now he had finally gotten his wish, like putting on a brand new pair of underwear on New Year's morning.
It's so aweso!
Watching his good friend instantly turn into a headless corpse, Ito Makotou trembled with fear, falling to the ground with a 'thud'.
Sensing Makoto's gaze slowly shifting towards him, his teeth chattered with fear:
"D-Don't kill ! Please don't kill !"
In the grip of extre terror, a warm liquid flowed down his thigh, a pungent sll of urine quickly spreading around.
"Nishikawa, sto—"
"After gaining power, can't wait to use it to bully the weak?"
Shizuka's scolding hadn't even finished when another cold, angry voice rang out clearly across the venue.
Yukinoshita Yukino.
Makoto turned his head.
He saw Yukino, originally in the Class B lineup, walking straight towards him.
Though there was so fear hidden in her eyes, it was mostly covered by disappointnt and anger.
Makoto raised an eyebrow, his tone matter-of-fact:
"Is sothing wrong with that?"
He actually had no interest in bullying the weak, even with the power of he just obtained.
It wasn't because he was particularly kind, but simply because he disdained it.
Just as a wise man once said:
The strong draw their swords against the stronger, the weak draw their swords against the weaker.
What fun is there in bullying a weakling?
If you're going to bully soone, bully soone strong.
However, Makoto didn't mind taking out the trash either.
He just couldn't be bothered to explain much to this sheltered little flower.
The disappointnt in Yukino's eyes deepened:
"You are despicable right now."
She had thought he was a cold exterior hiding a warm heart and had started to feel so goodwill, but now her impression of him plumted back to rock bottom.
Hearing this, Makoto's smile only grew brighter. He suddenly rembered sothing and asked softly:
"Then, are you strong?"
Yukino was slightly startled, not understanding his aning, but she didn't argue.
Usually, she did consider herself strong. Just from her original philosophy of founding the Service Club—
Her philosophy was that it was only natural for the strong to help the weak.
That sounded righteous, but essentially, she was already placing herself in the position of the strong.
Makoto stopped looking at Ito Makotou, who was scared incontinent, and walked step by step towards Yukino, his tone frivolous and dangerous:
"You're a student of Shuchi'in, the daughter of a real estate developer, and I'm just a stinky writer. By this logic, you are the strong, and I am the weak, right?"
He was now less than two ters away from Yukino, his smile growing even more amused:
"So, as the weak, I am now going to take care of you, the strong… you shouldn't have anything to say about that, right?"
Hearing this, the students around, either frozen in fear or vomiting over the corpse, were pierced by another wave of chill.
'Judging by his tone…'
'Did he really intend to kill Yukinoshita Yukino?!'
'No way…'
Hachiman, Eriri, and the other players felt their hearts tighten violently.
They knew the two didn't get along well, but… this was too much, right?
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