Ayaka snatched the bokutō from Satoru's hand, weighed it once: "Not bad sword."
Of course not bad. Satoru inner: 50,000 yen. (Though not his money.)
She barely finished the sentence; Satoru didn't even have time to reply.
Across from them, Mikami Kensuke grinned ferociously.
Zero mercy for the fairer sex.
That punch carried real wind!!
His explosive arm muscles versus Ayaka's slender frame; the visual contrast was brutal.
For a split second, Satoru regretted handing over the sword…
If it were still in his hand, one thrust—
Thought unfinished.
Ayaka also moved.
One clean thrust.
Black hair flared like a banner, bokutō tip slicing air!!
Mikami sneered.
A chick? Even if it lands, just a little sting—
His punch lands? She's done!
But he miscalculated one thing.
His punch was heavy.
Ayaka indeed weaker.
Yet she had two advantages:
Speed. Precision.
Thus,
Mikami's fist hadn't touched Ayaka.
The bokutō tip already buried in his soft gut.
"Gu—!"
Instant nausea, stomach acid surged to throat.
Punch instantly lost power… and speed.
Ayaka withdrew, switched from thrust to whip; PA!
Sword body lashed his arm.
Instant red welt on tanned skin.
"Hiss——"
Like bamboo strip on flesh.
Ayaka didn't stop.
He retreated one step; she advanced one.
Another lash, shoulder.
Another, another.
Crack crack crack crack; sound of bamboo beating pork nonstop.
At first Mikami bit down no sound, but as the whipping intensified, groans → wails → weaker groans.
Customers few, but every eye now locked here.
While whipping, Ayaka never shut up:
"Look in a mirror! You think you can rape me? You!? You think you can rape me!?"
Same sentence, repeated.
But she knew the game; every "rape" bitten extra heavy, instantly painting the picture for onlookers.
Visual bias kicked in hard.
Yellow-hair thug: buff, tanned, tacky floral shirt, shiny ear studs, nose ring.
Ayaka: elegant long skirt, soft cream cardigan, zero accessories, barely any makeup.
Who's the victim? Obvious.
Some customers already fist-clenched, ready to cheer Ayaka on.
Storm of lashes; Mikami hugged head, scurried like rat.
"Augu! What the fuck are you doing!!"
Can't you see this chick is insane; hurry and handle the one on your side—
"No need to yell." Ayaka sneered, another whip-crack on his thigh: "The one over there is way stronger than me."
Yes.
Sakura >> Ayaka.
Augusto just a baby-faced shorty; nowhere near Mikami's build.
So,
"UWAA—"
His bottle never touched Sakura's clothes; shattered by one mop swing.
Glass shards ricocheted into his own face; blood streaks everywhere!!
Sakura crouched, mop handle hooked his ankle; flipped him flat.
Augusto never stood again.
Now only butt-scooting backward, staring in horror at the approaching Sakura.
Clearly a radiant beauty, yet the mop in her hand looked like the reaper's scythe.
Augusto thought of one creature: Beautiful viper.
Satoru touched his neck.
These two senpai way more reliable than expected… no wonder they're from a hypnosis doujin. Without actual supernatural power, they'd one-shot anyone like Higashi.
Ayaka already cornered Mikami; just as he prepared turtle defense, she suddenly ignored him, turned.
Walked straight to Maeda Yui.
Maeda trembling: "Ayaka…"
Ayaka raised hand; SLAP!
Crisp.
Instant red swell on tender cheek.
Tears pooled but didn't fall; pupils shaking, staring at Ayaka.
Ayaka said nothing; flicked her hair, turned, left.
Fight over.
Or so Satoru thought.
Then a twist.
Handa Sota; the rugged guy whose head Satoru dunked in the urinal; woke up.
"Bastard!!"
Satoru turned; messy hair, stench, charging.
Wielding an iron pot.
Inside: freshly boiled water, still bubbling!!
From the kitchen?
Satoru startled.
Handa already in range; pot about to splash Satoru.
But Handa missed the floor situation; spilled juice from Augusto's earlier bottle.
Foot slipped; body lost control; falling.
Satoru mental thumbs-up: classic JP teammate.
But thumbs-up too early; bad.
If Handa falls, that boiling water heads straight for the nearest little boy.
Scalding water!
Disclaimer: Satoru hates kids.
Especially little boys.
"Get lost!"
So zero gentleness; one kick sent the boy flying.
"Ren-kun!" young mom screamed.
"Kobayashi!"
"Kobayashi-kun!"
Two high-school girls cried in worry.
Half the boiling water poured across Satoru's back.
The other half; onto the fallen Handa's lower body.
"WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
Handa's pig-slaughter scream pierced eardrums.
Just hearing it made everyone shudder in sympathy!!
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