Part 5: Strands on the Floor
The boss of the seniors stepped toward Ayame, the silver-haired girl, and grabbed her hand.
Kaito immediately dashed forward.
"Leave my sister alone!" he shouted.
The boss pushed Kaito aside, sending him stumbling backward.
Ayame struggled to pull her hand free but couldn't.
A sharp, familiar voice echoed from the shadows.
"Leave my sister!"
Nothing happened—then Haruto stepped out from his hiding spot. His red-tinted hair flickered slightly, and his eyes glowed faintly.
He dashed forward and struck the boss, sending him back.
The boss wiped his mouth, smirking.
"I wasn't planning to bother your sister… but it seems you're eager to step in."
Yuna smirked, arms crossed.
"Trying to be tough?"
Souta stepped forward calmly.
"Stop acting like you're untouchable… you're not as cold as you think."
The boss's expression hardened.
"You'll see what we'll do to you all!"
He lunged at Haruto, but Arashi leapt in, hitting the boss's side with his foot and sending him off balance.
Amaya quickly closed the classroom door, securing it.
Student-Senior Pairs
Kaito & Ayame vs. Senior 1: Kaito blocked and redirected every move while Ayame used her agility to dodge and counter, working in perfect synchronization.
Souta & Yuna vs. Senior 2: Souta used calm, precise movements to control the senior, while Yuna feinted and moved quickly, keeping the opponent constantly off balance.
Izumi & Misaki vs. Senior 3: Izumi struck with speed and accuracy while Misaki coordinated, creating openings and keeping the senior on the defensive.
Haruto & Amaya vs. Senior 4: Haruto moved with lightning-fast reflexes, striking directly and dodging attacks, while Amaya stayed at range, using thrown objects to control space and support him.
Arashi vs. Boss: Arashi moved like a shadow, flipping and slanting through the air, keeping the boss off balance with agile kicks and rapid movements.
The classroom became a whirlwind of motion. Desks slid across the floor as students vaulted over them, ducked under chairs, and coordinated their strikes and dodges with precision.
Haruto's crimson energy flared subtly, boosting his speed and reflexes. Every move was precise, almost like a dance, as he and Amaya carefully controlled the space against Senior 4.
Arashi and the boss clashed like titans, each movement echoing with speed and power, while the other student pairs worked together flawlessly to outmaneuver their opponents.
The battle unfolded like an anime sequence: fast, fluid, and full of energy, every student showcasing their unique abilities and teamwork.
Ayame stumbled, thrown off balance by Senior 1. She fell back, and Kaito quickly moved near her to protect her.
Haruto, seeing Ayame in trouble, left his position against Senior 4 to check on her. Amaya tried to provide support from a distance, using her long-range attacks, but she was overwhelmed. Izumi and Misaki rushed in to help but were quickly pushed aside by the coordinated seniors.
Souta and Yuna, focused on Senior 2, were caught off guard when Senior 4 joined in and were forced back as well. Even Arashi, who had been soloing the boss, was thrown off balance and staggered to the floor.
With the students distracted and struggling, the seniors coordinated perfectly. They closed in on Haruto.
The boss reached out and pulled a few strands of Haruto's hair. The sudden tug sent a sharp sting through him. Haruto's eyes widened as he stared at the broken strands, feeling a deep pang of frustration and hurt.
Before he could recover, the seniors pressed their advantage. They overpowered him, pushing him to the ground and holding him back. Haruto struggled, but the combined force of the five seniors was too much to resist at the moment.
The boss glared down at him.
"I wasn't planning to harm your sister earlier… but you certainly wanted to step in."
Haruto's fists clenched as he stared at the strands in his hand, his pride wounded. The other students were scattered, trying to recover, while the seniors prepared to leave, confident they had dominated the classroom.
The room fell silent for a moment, tension thick in the air. Haruto's focus remained on his hair, a symbol of his strength and the challenge he now faced.
The seniors began moving toward the door, confident they had the upper hand. Haruto sat on his knees, his gaze fixed on the broken strands of hair in his hand.