"Try moving it. How does it feel?"
Tenra's voice was gentle, his eyes amused as he watched Katase flex her newly healed arm, still dazed from the experience.
"It's… it's fine. My arm is totally fine!"
Katase stared in disbelief, gingerly rotating her arm as if expecting pain to return. But there was nothing—no ache, no stiffness, just smooth, painless movement.
"Amazing!"
"President, was that magic?"
The entire kendo club erupted, a wave of excited voices breaking the stunned silence. For them, Tenra's casual use of spiritual energy was nothing short of a miracle.
Tenra smiled, picking up a wooden sword from the rack. "Not magic. This is ki—a power hidden inside everyone. If you follow my methods, match your breathing to your swordwork, you'll learn to use it too."
He coated the blade with a thin layer of energy, then slashed through the air. A shimmering arc of force shot out, slicing through empty space before fading away. The girls gasped, eyes wide with awe.
"Ki isn't some mysterious gift," Tenra continued. "Anyone willing to put in the work can learn it. Just focus on your breathing while you train, and you'll start to feel it. The advanced stuff can wait."
Some of the girls still looked confused, but their eyes shone with admiration. Handsome, strong, gentle, and a little bit magical—the perfect club president.
Tenra checked the time. "That's enough for today—"
His words cut off as his gaze snapped toward the dojo doors, eyes narrowing.
"President, is something wrong?"
Murayama, always attentive, noticed his shift in mood.
"Nothing serious," Tenra replied, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "Just a few rats outside."
—
Meanwhile, just beyond the kendo hall—
"This place is paradise… The girls' kendo club…!"
"Look, look! I can see them! Those beautiful bodies under the armor—oh man, I can see everything!"
"Damn it, Matsuda, Motohama, let me see too!"
Pressed up against a tiny hole in the fence, three boys peered inside, barely suppressing their lecherous giggles. The infamous Perverted Trio—Issei Hyoudou and his loyal sidekicks, Matsuda and Motohama—were at it again.
"Hey, Motohama, why do I feel a chill down my spine?"
"Me too. There's… there's killing intent."
"M-Matsuda, Motohama… look behind us."
Issei's voice trembled as he tugged at his friends' sleeves. The three turned slowly, only to find themselves completely surrounded—Murayama, Katase, Aika Kiryuu, and the rest of the kendo club girls, all wearing identical, menacing smiles.
"Ah! We're sorry! Please forgive us!"
"It was all Hyoudou's idea! We had nothing to do with it!"
Matsuda and Motohama dropped to their knees, faces pressed to the ground in abject surrender.
Issei glared at them, betrayed. "You bastards! You dragged me into this!"
"Better one dies than all three, Issei—just take the fall!"
"Yeah, Issei, you're the ringleader! Take responsibility!"
"Lies! You two started it!"
Their bickering only made the girls' expressions darker.
"Perverts. None of you are escaping!"
"AAAHHHH—!"
The courtyard erupted into chaos—a symphony of shrieks and thuds as the girls unleashed their wrath. When the dust settled, the Perverted Trio lay sprawled on the ground, battered and barely conscious, stars spinning in their eyes.
—
Tenra strolled over with Raynare at his side. He clapped his hands, drawing the girls' attention. "That's enough for today. Head home—leave these three to me."
"Yes, President!"
The girls bowed, still glowing with satisfaction, and filed out, leaving only Tenra, Raynare, and the groaning trio behind.
Raynare eyed the boys with a smirk. "Master, what should we do with these three?"
Tenra glanced at her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Not long ago, Raynare would've asked if he wanted them killed. Progress, he mused—maybe she was finally catching on.
"Raynare, you've learned a few curses by now, haven't you?"
He stroked his chin thoughtfully.
Raynare's eyes gleamed. "What kind of curse does my wicked master desire?"
Tenra's lips curled into a devilish smile. "Something fitting. Curse them so they'll never be interested in girls again—only in boys. Think you can handle that?"
Issei and his two friends were notorious for their perversions, hated by every girl in school. But Tenra thought their reputation was a bit undeserved—being a pervert was just part of being a teenage boy. If they were going to be infamous, they might as well earn it.
Raynare grinned, her voice silky with delight. "As you wish, my evil master."
Without further ado, she extended a finger. Three wisps of gray energy shot from her hand, sinking into the trio's bodies.
If all went as planned, the Perverted Trio would soon live up to their name—in every sense.
Tenra nodded, quietly amused. He couldn't wait to see how the school would react when the "real" Perverted Trio made their debut.
He hauled the groaning boys out of the dojo and tossed them onto the grass. With the trio dealt with, there was only one thing left to do—make sure no new peeping toms took their place.
"Raynare, set a barrier around the kendo club. From now on, only I and the girls can enter."
Raynare nodded, weaving a shimmering ward around the building. Problem solved.
With everything settled, Tenra and Raynare made their way toward Yubelluna's office. Once the others finished their club activities, it'd be time to head home.
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