Under the night sky, dust rose, large flames illuminated half the sky, and traces of battle spread throughout dozens of meters around the study hall ruins.
The massive spiritual pressure reaction had already awakened the sleeping Genjiryū students nearby, as well as patrol team members. Many immediately became vigilant, grabbing swords and heading toward the direction of the spiritual pressure.
By the time the battle reactions stopped, many figures had gathered around.
"Hey! Is anyone injured over there?"
"We're fine here, but the study hall is still on fire."
"Hurry over! You, report to Lord Kamobe!"
"That guy over there... is that bastard Fujimiya Makoto?"
"The other one is Administrator Kakutori!"
"What are they doing?"
...
In the center of the battlefield, Kakutori Batsuunsai's gaze was cold.
Gone was her previous self-deprecating and cautious demeanor from the study hall.
"Are you on his side?"
Fujimiya Makoto, who had just had his head snatched, was stunned by the question.
But following that, a nameless anger surged in his heart.
"You're the one who suddenly appeared and stole my spoils!" Fujimiya Makoto said this with his chest puffed out, the very picture of righteous indignation.
Hearing this, Kakutori Batsuunsai was stunned, her brows furrowing: "Then why did you... stop me from killing him just now?"
Hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto immediately understood.
Then, covering his forehead, he displayed a seemingly helpless expression:
"Of course, it was to interrogate him for information!"
As he spoke, he pointed at Kakutori Batsuunsai: "Think about it, since they launched an operation within Genjiryū, there must be more than just these few people, right?"
"Who knows how many more are hiding among us?"
"If we could keep one of the leaders alive, do you know how much information we could get?"
"It's precisely for this reason that I played along with him for so long, and even at the end, I only cut off one of his arms to spare his life!"
"And what were you doing?"
As Fujimiya Makoto's voice grew louder, Kakutori Batsuunsai's small head, clouded by the destruction of her study hall, became clearer.
With his words, the coldness in the girl's eyes completely disappeared.
Instead, like a little girl who discovered she had made a big mistake, she gradually lowered her head, as if trying to bury it in her broad bosom, trembling like a quail that had made a mistake.
The Genjiryū students who had gathered around also realized the importance of the matter from Fujimiya Makoto's words, and many came forward to testify for him.
"Yes, Administrator Kakutori! I saw that bastard Fujimiya fighting quite bravely!"
"That's right, and after cutting off Sato's arm, he was indeed interrogating him for information! We all saw it when we arrived just now."
"Though Fujimiya is a bastard who likes to beat people up, he still has some sense of responsibility."
"Even though he's a bastard."
"So that's why Lord Kamobe values him."
"But he's still a bastard!"
The surrounding students formed a circle, each adding their own comments, piecing together what had just happened into a more complete picture.
Kakutori Batsuunsai's face grew increasingly red.
Steam seemed about to rise from her head.
Even the naginata in her hand unconsciously reverted to its zanpakutō form, cautiously held in front of her.
Fujimiya Makoto stood with hands on his waist, head held high, chest puffed out.
Stealing my kills is one thing, but trying to frame me?
The eyes of the masses are sharp!
At most, the truth is just a bit harsh.
However, at this moment, Fujimiya Makoto seemed to have forgotten something very important.
Just as the Genjiryū students were collaborating to piece together the facts...
From the center of the crowd, a very abrupt, coquettish, twisted, and pathologically joyful voice suddenly rang out.
[Great humiliation, so sexy! I adore it!]
[Please! Squeeze me!]
[Ah, let me suffocate in there!]
The pathologically coquettish voice with extreme penetration directly resonated in everyone's minds.
In an instant, all previous discussion ceased.
Everyone in the scene closed their mouths, or opened them, unanimously looking at Fujimiya Makoto standing in the center of the crowd.
The scene fell into a deathlike silence.
Staring—
At this moment, as Fujimiya Makoto trembled all over, a sentence of admonition from some unknown teacher mysteriously echoed in his mind.
"A person dies three times in life."
"But for some people, social death occurs before physiological death."
Fujimiya Makoto didn't know what that teacher had experienced in his lifetime.
Surrounded by the gazes fixed on him.
He only knew...
This moment, just like that moment.
This deathly silence lasted for who knows how long.
The students who had been earnestly stating facts suddenly spoke again, their voices whispering.
"Ahem... thinking carefully, there seemed to be many questionable points in the battle process."
"I don't think Fujimiya is a good person!"
"He must have targeted our dear Administrator Kakutori!"
"You outsider, how dare you compete with me for Miss Kakutori!"
"I visit the study hall seven times a day!"
"I go twelve times!"
"Indeed! I've always said he's a bastard!"
The surrounding students started arguing again, their voices chaotic.
In this reversal of situation, it was Kakutori Batsuunsai who had been doubting Fujimiya who now looked around, trembling as she faced everyone, on the verge of tears with a weak appearance:
"Um, everyone is misunderstanding!"
"Fujimiya hasn't done anything strange to me..."
"I was mistaken earlier!"
"I'm sorry! Very sorry!"
However, no one was listening to her anymore.
Almost at the instant the girl's voice rang out, Fujimiya Makoto, who had just thought his image was about to be shattered, suddenly felt a ray of hope in his heart.
As a man of action, Fujimiya Makoto didn't even think before his body moved.
He suddenly approached Kakutori Batsuunsai and whispered:
"Miss Kakutori."
"Have you ever heard of the legendary 'forbidden books'?"
The moment Fujimiya Makoto's voice sounded, a flash of brilliant light suddenly appeared in Kakutori Batsuunsai's eyes beneath her glasses.
That weak expression abruptly disappeared.
Forbidden! Books!
Her eyes stared straight at him.
Although she had never heard of such things, no matter how she thought about it, they must be very interesting books!
The current Fujimiya Makoto was like a creepy old man luring a little girl with candy, his voice full of devilish temptation:
"As long as you can help me explain clearly, I can share one with you."
"Think about it."
"Days without books in the study hall must be very difficult, right?"
"..."
"Really?"
The thinking time was less than three seconds before Miss Kakutori took the bait, looking at Fujimiya Makoto with an almost burning gaze.
"Of course!" Fujimiya Makoto's tone was firm.
Kakutori Batsuunsai pursed her lips, staring at him seriously, seeming to try to threaten: "If Fujimiya is lying to me about this... I-I, I don't know what I might do!"
Hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto was stunned, suddenly remembering what she had said to Old Man Yamamoto, his back feeling a bit cold.
But thinking of the potential social death he might soon face in Genjiryū, and all the story reserves in his head, he immediately hardened his resolve:
"No problem!"
Seeing his resolute appearance, Kakutori Batsuunsai also took a deep breath, as if making some decision.
She suddenly gripped her sword tightly.
With a swing, it transformed into the previously ferocious naginata.
In an instant, the weak expression on the girl's face abruptly faded, replaced by coldness as she looked at the still noisy students around.
She stepped forward, her petite figure blocking Fujimiya Makoto.
Her ferocious gaze swept like a blade's edge. Kakutori Batsuunsai suddenly released massive spiritual pressure that spread like a flood in all directions. The air was filled with a sharp ringing like tearing metal.
The girl's voice was low and clear, her killing intent cold enough to penetrate everyone's bones:
"Everyone—"
"SHUT UP!!!"
The voice, wrapped in violent killing intent, was like a chisel thrust into the ear canal for these spiritually weak students, their brains completely blank.
In an instant, everyone around fell silent.
Even Fujimiya Makoto, standing beside her, was stunned, his ears buzzing.
He stared at the tense-faced Kakutori Batsuunsai.
This child, in all senses, was truly...
Super fierce!