"Calm down! Stop scaring the kids with that weird talk. They won't go to sleep at night unless they hear a bedtime story—you want to be the one to tell it?!"
Miyazawa Yuu instantly appeared behind the brown-skinned muscular woman, his expression unfriendly as he brought his arm down in a sharp karate chop to her head, punishing her for her nonsensical, suggestive comments.
Of course, it was just a joke between friends. When the woman turned around to look at him with teary eyes, he heartlessly blew away the white steam rising from the point of impact on his palm and turned to introduce her to the girls.
"Quetzal. A wrestling and judo athlete from South America. Her muscle mass is probably ranked near the bottom at SILVERMAN GYM, which is to say, within the range you all can handle."
"Geez! You didn't have to mention the 'muscle mass at the bottom' part!"
Seeing the boy she used to tease suddenly act tough, Quetzal unhappily grabbed his hand and pivoted upward. Her two exceptionally sturdy thighs swirled around to clamp onto his neck!
This wasn't fan service; it was a wrestling technique that used the body's momentum for leverage. If performed successfully, it had a very high entertainment value!
Moreover, because she could adjust her posture to ensure a flat landing, it wouldn't cause any actual harm...
"One, two, three~ up you go! Eh?"
Even though her posture was correct and she exerted force primarily through her core, Miyazawa Yuu didn't go flying as she expected.
Straightening his torso mid-air like he was doing a sit-up, he locked eyes with her. In her confusion, the world suddenly spun, and she was sent flying backward, her rear end getting wedged upside down in a corner of the wall.
"???"
"Quetzal, you didn't think my lower body was still unstable like it used to be and that I could be tossed around so easily, did you?"
His neck gave a couple of loud cracks as he stretched. Under her horrified gaze, Miyazawa Yuu stepped forward while rotating his wrists with a smile. A rear-naked choke forced the woman to tap out and admit defeat within five seconds.
He had to admit, the shark bones didn't just increase his bone density—they increased his body weight too. Combined with the massive energy from his wild drinking sessions, he was now in an entirely different weight class!
If Quetzal wanted to make him look foolish using those old tricks, she'd at least have to learn the rule that "a blackened scumbag is ten times stronger" first!
"Alright, these are the kids I want you to help train. Well? Interested?"
"Yuu-onii-chan, that lady's face seems to have turned black..."
Though the lighting made it hard to see her exact complexion, the kind-hearted Busujima Kyoko, adhering to her simple values, whispered a reminder to Yuu. She wanted him to at least give the strange older sister a little more breathing room.
However...
"Of... of course!"
Saliva escaped the corner of her mouth. Instead of condemning Yuu's rough behavior, Quetzal looked at the innocent girl band with her narrow eyes, nodding frantically as if she were extremely satisfied.
"I-I'd even be willing to tell them bedtime stories!"
"Why are you acting like you're getting a bonus prize?"
Miyazawa Yuu's gaze toward Quetzal became one of pure disgust. He began to wonder if entrusting the girls to her was a bit too hasty.
But undoubtedly, among the current personnel at SILVERMAN GYM, she was the most suitable woman for a crash course that didn't rely on extreme muscle mass—even if she was a pervert.
"I see. Yuu told me the general situation. Wrestling techniques that hurt like hell but definitely won't cause injury, right?"
Ten minutes later, while the three girls sat as if on pins and needles, Quetzal had finally memorized all the specific requirements. As an elite wrestler, this kind of instructional training wasn't difficult!
But...
She stood up and walked seriously behind the girls, pressing her hand onto Iseri Nina's shoulder. Under Nina's increasingly terrified gaze, Quetzal's hand found its way to her stomach.
As expected, it was soft. While girl bands were always on the move and rarely overweight, their muscle mass was visibly lacking.
To make a kid like this capable of performing wrestling moves with control, the first priority was physical conditioning, followed by technique!
"Thirty points!"
"What?"
"She's asking about your constitution. As long as you aren't sick, disabled, or too fat, Quetzal can arrange a corresponding training method..."
Under Nina's suspicious gaze as she hurriedly tightened her clothes, Miyazawa Yuu casually explained the meaning of the score. It could be seen as an initial test of potential.
Just as not everyone is suited for judo, wrestling has certain requirements for physical quality.
"Busujima Kyoko?"
"Yes!"
"Fifty points. You do regular lower-body exercises, don't you? Sprints or something?"
"I do glute-focused squats and sprints..."
Busujima Kyoko hadn't expected the unreliable-looking older sister to actually guess her routine. She nodded slightly, her face flushing red with a mix of humiliation and rising confidence.
Yuu-onii-chan's "Anti-Bullying Plan" seemed like a harebrained idea, but a strong body was undoubtedly the best protection against danger.
While she still suspected Yuu avoided "hot" bullying because of his family background, his knotted muscles undoubtedly warded off the majority of trouble.
After all, visible muscle is a magical tool that allows even idiots to communicate with others calmly and peacefully!
"Mhm! The body is well-maintained. Now then~ slurp!"
"Eek!"
Feeling as if she were being stared at by some kind of reptilian predator, Anwa Subaru scrambled behind Miyazawa Yuu. Tears streaming, she pointed an accusing, trembling finger: "She... she looks like she's going to swallow me whole!"
"I'm sorry, this court currently only accepts written testimony. Please organize your allegations into a PDF format and resubmit them, Miss Anwa Subaru~"
"Black hair is a special trigger for creeps." This was as well-known as the "dangerous ponytail" trope for maternal characters. Miyazawa Yuu was powerless to help.
Even though he was strong and a transmigrator, he couldn't change the personal tastes of a South American woman! Amen!
"Don't worry, little sister! My touch is very gentle!"
Flipping behind Anwa Subaru with a dark expression, Quetzal's eyes flashed with a red light as she placed her hands on the girl's well-proportioned waist. The firm yet supple texture made her close her eyes in ecstasy!
Not only that, those well-trained legs! And those arms that looked slender but were actually packed with muscle from drumming practice!
"Sshaa—! Sshaa—!"
"Is a testimony even necessary?! Please, in the name of humanitarianism, just pass a death sentence on her!"
"Quetzal?"
Turning his head with a smile, Miyazawa Yuu could accept her being a pervert, but being this much of a pervert looked like it required correction!
"One hundred points! An absolute one hundred! I'll take them! I'll train these three into the strongest wrestlers for free! Please, leave them to this humble servant with confidence!"
"Then I'll leave them to you. I'm counting on you."
Miyazawa Yuu made finger guns at Quetzal. Since the service was free, his eyes lit up with satisfaction. Bringing the girls from "Toge Toge" was indeed the right decision!
"Chotto matte!"
Sensing something was wrong, Anwa Subaru suspected Miyazawa Yuu had sold her out like a discount coupon—and the evidence was damning!
However, just as she was about to say she was quitting, Nina—who had been silent for several minutes—caught her attention. At some point, Nina had lost focus in her eyes again and was billowing dark energy.
"..."
Knowing what Nina had gone through back then, Subaru struggled for two seconds before sighing helplessly. With tears in her eyes, she was dragged into the training room by Quetzal along with the other two little ones.
"Mhm, that problem is solved. Now, as for..."
Waving goodbye to the poor girls, Miyazawa Yuu stretched his waist, threw on a pair of pre-prepared trousers, and walked out of SILVERMAN GYM Tokyo.
Under the scorching sun, Busujima Sakurako, wrapped up tightly to shield herself from the light, had been waiting for a while. Miyuki Shirogane had contacted Yuu last night; the investigation into the bullies seemed to have made progress.
One had to admit, the Student Council President of Shuchiin Academy really had the connections. At least, he was much better than Miyazawa Yuu in that department.
"You didn't really need to come, Sakurako. There's probably nothing to talk about with those nasty people. The process will be very boring!"
"Kyoko is my sister! I've already run away once. I didn't realize they had become this arrogant..."
A rare note of ferocity entered her voice. At this moment, Sakurako looked like she did when Yuu first met her—radiating a malicious vibe that disregarded the lives of others.
Except this time, she wasn't pouring her malice onto outsiders; she was trying to face the shadows of her past.
"Besides, surely our young Master Yuu wouldn't mind taking me out for a stroll, right?"
"You certainly have a way with words. Even if you hadn't said that, I would've brought you. Taking a great beauty along never hurts one's status."