"Yukino, are you alright?"
Hiratsuka Shizuka naturally noticed Yukinoshita Yukino's pained expression. When she saw Yukino's toes bleeding continuously, she immediately pulled tissues from her purse and stood up, rushing over.
The system, still busy eating, had no choice but to move aside.
The drunk couple were still giggling foolishly, their minds dulled by alcohol, completely oblivious to what had just happened here.
Seeing they intended to leave just like that, Yukinoshita Yukino stood up and called out, "Aren't you going to apologize?"
They turned back with blurry eyes. The long-haired man among them stared in confusion. "Apologize for what?"
Yukinoshita Haruno quickly pointed toward Hiratsuka, who was treating her younger sister's injury, and briefly explained the situation. She concluded, "You owe her an apology."
"Hah?"
The long-haired man clearly didn't think he was at fault. He burst into exaggerated laughter, glancing disdainfully at Yukinoshita Yukino, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat. With a sneer, he said, "Oi, you're not trying to scam me, right? I'm not some backwoods idiot who never goes online. I've seen plenty of scam videos."
Having said this, he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, ready to leave.
But he barely took two steps before feeling someone firmly gripping his sleeve, holding him back.
The man whipped around. It was Shirase, controlled by the system, who spoke up. "You should apologize."
"Let go! This shirt is expensive," the long-haired man instinctively tried to shake off Shirase's grip but discovered his sleeve was clamped like a vise. He didn't dare pull too hard—after all, his new shirt might rip.
"You must apologize," the system said again, its tone different this time.
Shirase could sense the damned system was preparing to use force.
After all, the system had always been keen on delivering justice. With the man's rotten attitude, if it didn't execute some "righteous justice," even Shirase would feel uncomfortable.
"I said let go!" Realizing he couldn't shake Shirase off, the man's expression darkened considerably.
He released his girlfriend's waist, lifting a threatening finger toward Shirase's face. "I suggest you don't mess around. It's my birthday today. I don't want to spoil the mood."
As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes toward a nearby window-side table, where four men and three women sat, now watching the situation with curious concern.
Clearly, they'd come together for the meal.
Haruno spoke up at this point. "Shirase-kun, let go of him for now. I'll handle this."
Haruno, outstanding in all respects since childhood, knew exactly how to handle such matters.
"You hear her, brat? Let go already," the man warned Shirase again.
[Host, the system wants to eat fish now.]
Shirase was momentarily stunned, then understood—the couple's troublemaking and their unwillingness to apologize was preventing the system from filling its stomach.
He chuckled, "Aren't you omnipotent? I'll leave it up to you."
[Detected host's approval. System will now execute justice.]
Right as the system's announcement finished, the long-haired man, clearly losing patience, noticed Shirase still wasn't letting go. Embarrassed in front of his girlfriend, he impulsively raised his hand and slapped at Shirase's face.
"You bastard! Didn't I tell you to let go?"
The moment he raised his hand, Haruno's eyes turned sharp.
In that split second, the system deftly dodged the slap and delivered a fierce kick directly onto the man's shin.
With a cry of agony, the man's body immediately buckled. Pain from a joint was far more intense than from other areas.
A moment later, a powerful punch landed squarely in his stomach. Overwhelmed by the immense pain, he instantly lost all ability to fight back. Clutching his stomach, his expression twisted miserably as he slowly dropped to his knees, curling up on the floor like a beaten dog.
The system then grabbed the man's long hair, forcefully dragging his 150-pound frame across the restaurant, ignoring the man's pained howls, and dropped him in front of his friends at their table.
"I beat up your friend. What do you have to say about it?" the system coldly asked.
Everyone froze in shock.
Including the owner, who'd been about to intervene, the entire restaurant was stunned by Shirase's sudden, arrogant display of aggression.
Hiratsuka Shizuka was the first to recover. She released Yukino's injured foot, gently telling her, "Stay here. I'll handle this."
Then she smiled helplessly, adding, "Young men always lose their cool easily, after all."
Having said that, she quickly walked up to Shirase's side.
Yukinoshita Yukino stared blankly at Shirase's back, momentarily speechless.
"Don't worry. Shizuka-chan is very skilled," Haruno said reassuringly.
"What about you? What will you do?" Yukino asked quietly.
Haruno calmly replied, "The moment that guy tried to slap him, this became a different kind of incident entirely. Let's first see if his friends are also hot-headed types. If they are, we'll need to cool them down first. Otherwise, there'll be no talking to them."
She then calmly picked up her phone, stepping aside to make a call.
Yukinoshita Yukino continued clutching her injured foot. Human toes were incredibly delicate. As the saying went, "ten fingers linked to the heart." Even a minor collision could cause an indescribable amount of pain.
That was why her face had turned so pale earlier.
But now, seeing Shirase suddenly resort to violence, dragging that arrogant man to his friends with a fiercely domineering attitude she'd never seen before…
If Yukinoshita Yukino said she wasn't shocked, she'd clearly be lying.
She even began to wonder: Could this boy, who once boldly declared in front of me that he'd take first place, actually be standing up for my sake?
With this thought, her feelings grew complicated.
Across the room, as Shirase threw the man to the ground, the situation rapidly escalated.
The restaurant owner hurriedly rushed over, trying to mediate.
However, the man's friends had all brought female companions tonight. Seeing a mere high-school student acting so arrogantly in front of them, naturally they couldn't swallow their pride in front of their girlfriends.
The long-haired man still lay on the floor, groaning intermittently, while his girlfriend stood paralyzed, clearly clueless about what to do next.
The four men at the table exchanged glances, then stared coldly at Shirase.
Hiratsuka Shizuka, on the other hand, was completely ignored.
In their eyes, women inherently represented weak fighting power.
"You wanna play?" One of them finally stood up. Slowly rolling up his sleeves, he fixed Shirase with a malicious grin, openly threatening, "You wanna do it here, or outside?"
Without saying a word, the system immediately controlled Shirase's body and walked directly outside.
Only after reaching the restaurant entrance did the system stop and look back at the man who'd stood up.
Its message was crystal clear.
I'm waiting for you.
Witnessing such decisiveness, the four men stood rooted in place, momentarily stunned.
This kid—is he serious?
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T/N: JUSTICE!! KAMEN RIDER YOU MUST DELIVER JUSTICE!