I ran to the cafeteria, hoping to find her there — besides... I was kind of hungry.
When I arrived, I saw her standing behind a few third-year students: Ryo Nishima and his friends, Kioto Yanagi and Rei Akira. The three of them were well-known for their strength. Rei Akira, a black belt and member of the karate club; Kioto Yanagi, a practitioner of MMA since childhood; and the most intimidating of all, Ryo Nishima — about 1.85 meters tall, mesomorphic build, weighing around 85 kilos. It was well known that Nishima-senpai was a powerful delinquent, considered the strongest in the entire school.
Then… why is she staring at him so defiantly, as if about to start a fight over some stupid reason?!
No matter how good she might be at fighting, I think we can all agree that a girl who must weigh, at most, 60 kilos, can't possibly beat that monster! The only way that could happen would be with some perfectly executed lock, but that seems incredibly unlikely...
♤ Hey, Teddy-san, you're strong, right? I want you to prove your strength to me now – She said in a taunting voice, provoking Ryo Nishima to fight.
"What did you just call me? Teddy-san? You looking for a beating or something?" – Driven by his temper, he refused to be intimidated by her defiant gaze.
♤ Not at all. I've simply come to make an offer — not only to you, Teddy-san, but to your two friends as well... If any of you manage to land a single clean hit on me, I, Kurogane Sena, will become your pet. But if you can't... you'll become mine.
Her two friends swallowed hard, overwhelmed by lust and spurred on by Sena-san's mocking smile — a smile that only fueled their desire to crush her pride.
Sena-san was completely confident. She knew how frightening her presence could be. That's why I'm sure she smiled like that — to make them forget about her eyes and let their impulses take over.
First, Rei Akira, the karate practitioner, stood up and said, "If you're asking for a good hit... then I'll give it to you!"
Rei-senpai leaped forward with a right-leg thrust, aiming straight for her solar plexus — but she dodged at the last moment, leaving him completely open for the counter that followed.
A jab to the jaw, followed by a left straight to the middle of his face — the blow sent him crashing down. I could see he was completely dazed, his nose dislocated, blood running down his face. Didn't it hurt her to hit that hard?
♤ Who's next?
Kioto Yanagi, filled with rage, stood up to teach her a lesson. "You damn brat, how dare you do that to my friend!"
It was as if his lust and his moral restraint against hitting a woman vanished — replaced by the primal instinct of survival awakened by those eyes that screamed danger. He took a fighting stance and began harassing her with a series of jabs, trying to catch her off guard and grapple her down.
Three jabs followed by a right cross — he managed to corner her, forcing her near a table behind her. In that moment, he attempted a takedown. I thought she had no way out, nowhere to go — but then... did she just dropkick him in the face? Isn't a sprawl[1] the usual move?
Kioto Yanagi fell flat on his back, severely injured after that hit; blood poured from his nose as he groaned in pain from what was clearly a nasal fracture.
She'd used the table behind her to adjust her height and soften her landing — impressive.
♤ Only you left, Teddy-kun...
"Heh, you'll see what's coming to you."
Nishima-senpai was strong, no doubt — but he didn't stand a chance against her. After all, he didn't even know martial arts...
He launched four straight attacks: a right hook, a left hook, a right uppercut, and a left side kick to the ribs — all perfectly executed. It was impressive; I couldn't believe how skilled he was! The guy was a natural. But on the other hand, Sena-san dodged every attack flawlessly. She reminded me of Muhammad Ali, swaying back just enough to avoid each punch with minimal motion — but I noticed something in her expression, a look of thoughtfulness... Was she thinking about how to finish him off?
"Here I go again!"
He lunged forward with a right roundhouse kick aimed at her head. I thought it would be impossible for her to dodge it — but I was wrong. The moment it should have connected, she slipped under his leg with perfect timing, appearing in his blind spot, where his right side — his liver — was completely exposed.
She countered with a left hook straight to the liver, followed by a jumping kick — her shin connected squarely with Nishima-senpai's face.
It was brutal — and yet, her movements were beautiful. The hook to the liver made a terrifying sound. I'm certain it broke a rib or two, judging by the impact. The jumping kick shattered his face — teeth flew, his lips split open from the collision with his own teeth, and blood streamed from his nose, most likely fractured.
♤ Now, you three are my pets. Don't forget it, okay?
As if nothing had happened, Sena-san quickly left the cafeteria... I couldn't help but notice that right after the kick, her underwear had become slightly visible — and she blushed faintly afterward. It sounds stupid, but... they were white. Not exactly what one would expect.
After that, the three of them were taken to the infirmary — with the help of some students, including me — and later to the hospital. There, I confirmed the extent of their injuries.
I still can't believe how strong Sena-san is. When someone throws punches that hard barehanded, it's easy to break your metacarpals if you hit the forehead or jaw — but she struck perfectly, without injuring herself. Her dodges were impeccable. It was like watching the pinnacle of combat. I've attended world championship fights in various martial arts — I know what it's like to see a champion's technique, their ferocity, their aura. But I think even that pales in comparison to what Sena-san showed... She was on another level.
Igor Dragovich — born in Dagestan, Russia. Little is known about his past, but witnesses claim he once fought and defeated an adult brown bear in a grappling match. Others say that in Africa, he fought a full-grown lion to the death — and won. Yet, all stories about that man ceased the day a witness claimed he'd traveled to Japan. After that, no one ever heard the name Igor Dragovich again.
After classes, I headed home to rest.
Ahhh, what a long day. I still can't believe she attended class like nothing happened after all that... But I guess that's normal for someone that strong.
Besides, none of the three could complain — after all, two martial artists and a massive delinquent attacked a 60-kilo girl. No one would take their side anyway.
When I got home, I decided to call my little sister, Emy, to ask if she knew anything about what happened to Igor Dragovich in Japan. Maybe she'd know something.
Once home, I took my time — changed clothes, made myself some coffee, and, while thinking about how to beat the minigames in Eliza's route, I called her.
Ringing... Wait — there's a 14-hour time difference if I'm not mistaken! I'll hang up right now — it's only been 5 seconds and she's probably aslee—
☆ Hello Onii-chan, I hope you're doing well
– Ehh?! Emy, you're awake this late?!
☆ Yes, Onii-chan, I just woke up to answer your call
– Uh... sorry for waking you up
☆ Don't worry, Onii-chan, I'm happy to talk to you. But if you called, it must be because you wanted to ask me something, right?
– As sharp as ever, Emy. You're right. I wanted to ask if you know anything about Igor Dragovich after he arrived in Japan... and his connection to the surname Kurogane.
[1] Movement to avoid takedowns in grappling,