This is fried noodles, this is bread; combined, they become a yakisoba pan!
Of course, Mikage Touji had never actually eaten one before.
He simply noticed that this specific bread was exceptionally popular while passing by the bakery.
Adhering to the “it must be good if so many people are buying it” bandwagon mentality, he decided this would be his lunch for today.
And to go with it: UCC Japanese Extra Rich Black Coffee!
Morishita Ai had spotted its peculiar packaging among the dazzling array of goods at the convenience store and decisively bought a whole pack.
As it turned out, just one sip caused Morishita Ai’s usually cold face to crumple into a ball, and she tossed the remaining cans to Mikage Touji.
The orange-yellow bread encased glistening fried noodles, mixed with mayonnaise, red ginger, and seaweed flakes.
He popped it into his mouth and chewed slowly.
The texture was unique; after the soft bread came the slightly chewy noodles, followed by the savory richness of the mayonnaise.
He tilted his head back and took a gulp of coffee…
Fine, now all that remained in his mouth was bitterness and the taste of coffee.
Mikage Touji’s lunch break ended right there.
Half an hour later, Mikage Touji walked into the restroom with a dark expression.
‘Morishita Ai!
You really were sent by the heavens to screw me over!’
Just as he entered the restroom, a burly student followed suit.
It was the Black student who had KO’d the red-haired, delinquent-looking guy with a single punch yesterday.
He had heard the boy was named Yamada Albert; he was actually quite gentle and had only stepped up to fight that punk named Ryuen Kakeru to resist him.
Since the two were strangers, they naturally didn’t talk, found their respective stalls, and entered the “zone.”
In the innermost stall, Mikage Touji adjusted his body to the most comfortable position, opened his phone, put on his headphones, and clicked play on a video.
A rhythmic tune played, seemingly transporting him to the ancient African continent, feeling the “28-inch bicycle” racing along the mud roads as the hot wind hit his face.
“This ‘Black Brother’ has it too hard; not only does he have to run around for a living, but he also has to take care of his five wives…”
Meanwhile.
Ryuen Kakeru, his face covered in bruises, appeared silently at the restroom door.
A cold sneer curled his lips as he looked at Albert Yamada’s stall.
This Albert was currently the biggest obstacle to his rule over Class C.
His mixed heritage gave him an incredibly strong body; in a head-on confrontation, Ryuen was no match for him.
But Ryuen Kakeru believed in one principle: no matter how many times you lose in the beginning, as long as you can crawl back up and win the last time, final victory is yours!
By any means necessary!
You can’t exactly stay on guard while using the toilet, can you?
Holding a wooden stick scavenged from a classroom broom, Ryuen slowed his pace and crept toward the stall next to Albert’s.
He planned to launch a surprise attack from above on the distracted Albert, beating him into submission in one go to recruit him as a lackey, subsequently ruling all of Class C, and then spreading his brand of violence across the entire campus.
He stepped silently onto the rim of the toilet, his thighs exerting instant power.
With a sudden kick, he launched himself into the air.
Ryuen soared high, raising the stick in his hand.
In that instant, he could almost see the panicked look on Albert’s dark, sunglass-wearing face.
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Before the words could fully leave his mouth, a clump of “unmentionable matter” flew rapidly toward him, hitting Ryuen squarely in the face and knocking the flying boy out of the sky on the spot!
With a thunderous crash, Albert Yamada, who had witnessed this astonishing scene, quickly wiped himself, pushed open the stall door, and stepped out.
He turned to see Ryuen, whose vision was compromised, collapsed on the floor, clutching his waist with one hand and wiping his face with the other while struggling.
“OH!
SHIT!”
Albert cried out in shock.
He clenched his thick black fist, intending to counterattack, but immediately stopped because Ryuen was currently in an “invincible” state.
“Albert Yamada, I’m going to ki—”
Albert raised his foot and kicked the delirious Ryuen back into the toilet stall.
Faced with an enemy he simply couldn’t truly defeat, Albert turned and sprinted out of the restroom for his life.
“AAAAAARGH!”
Having lost his target, Ryuen, whose SAN value had plummeted to zero, fell into a state of frenzy.
He kicked the stall partitions over and over again with desperate force, making the entire restroom vibrate.
After he kicked one of the stall doors crooked, Ryuen, his rage subsiding slightly, cleaned the slimy, foul-smelling, unmentionable mess off his face at the sink at lightning speed.
He picked up his dropped stick and charged out in the direction Albert had fled.
Violence, ruling the class, school rules—he didn’t care about any of it anymore!
He, Ryuen Kakeru, wanted to kill Albert right now!
Right this second!
As the murderous sound of Ryuen’s footsteps gradually faded, the restroom returned to its usual tranquility.
Years later, facing the final exam of Advanced Nurturing High School, Ryuen Kakeru would recall that distant afternoon when he took a stick to ambush Albert in the toilet…
At this time, in the innermost stall.
Mikage Touji huddled in the corner, patting his chest with lingering fear.
‘My god!
Why are there so many perverts in this school?!’
Ambushing a student while they’re doing “business”—that’s beyond your average pervert.
Heavy measures were required!
But before that…
He took out his phone and dialed a number.
“Hey, Katsuragi, you free?
I’ve run into a big problem.
I’m in the innermost stall of the restroom east of the classroom.
Come save me, fast!”
The voice on the phone immediately turned serious.
“What happened?
How many people do we need?
I’ll be right there!”
“My legs have gone numb from squatting.
Send two people to help me up.”
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After a long silence, Katsuragi Kohei’s slightly exhausted voice came through.
“Wait a moment.”
Hanging up, Mikage Touji wiped large beads of sweat from his forehead.
Grabbing the water pipe on the wall, he struggled to stand up with trembling legs.
‘Running two ‘skills’ at once is still too taxing.
When will I be able to cast ‘Tengai Shinsei’?’
He felt as if his body no longer belonged to him; even the act of lifting a foot was an ordeal.
Of course, “Odebiu” (African bicycle meme) was still great.
He’d watch it again next time.
After struggling for a bit, Mikage Touji decisively gave up.
He had no strength left and could only wait for the Class A students to rescue him.
Soon, rhythmic footsteps approached; from the sound, it was two people.
“Whoa!
What a disaster.
The class that did this is in for it.”
The newcomer gave a loud whistle and spoke in a playful tone.
The stall door was knocked “thump, thump,” and a deep voice came through.
“Mikage-kun, we’re here.”
The door creaked open, revealing the faces of the arrivals: Kito Hayato and Hashimoto Masayoshi.
Seeing Mikage Touji’s pale face, Hashimoto raised an eyebrow and stepped forward to support him.
“Mikage-san, this doesn’t look like someone whose legs just went numb.
Do we need to take you to the infirmary?”
“Just a bit of exhaustion.
A little rest will do.
Why is it you two?”
Kito Hayato followed suit, helping to lift Mikage Touji.
“Katsuragi is at the student cafeteria right now.
We happened to be free, so we volunteered.”
The two supported Mikage Touji as they walked out of the restroom.
While passing the first and second stalls, Hashimoto asked curiously, “Did something happen here just now?”
“Hashimoto-san, I think you mentioned before that someone in Class C named Ryuen Kakeru is trying to integrate their class, right?” Mikage Touji asked back, stifling a laugh.
“Just call me Hashimoto.
Yeah, that guy seems to be someone who likes using violence.
Some Class C students are currently resisting him.
Was this mess caused by that Ryuen?” Hashimoto replied with considerable enthusiasm.
Mikage Touji flashed a meaningful smile.
“I’ve gotten hold of something good.
Maybe we can pull ahead of Class C in one fell swoop.”