Chapter 382 Kawasaki Saki: You're the Boxing King Hikigaya!
"Uwahhh!
"Is—is this the strength of a high school senpai?
It feels several sizes bigger than Mom's!
"Airi-nee-san, can I squeeze them?"
"Wai—wait a minute... Komachi-chan, don't..."
"I'm so jealous Onii-chan has a treasure like this, but what's Onii-chan's is Komachi's! Ehehehehe~~~"
The playful sounds of a large and a small girl frolicking came from the bathroom.
Listening to this, Hikigaya was filled with solemn respect, wishing he could burst through the door to strictly supervise and rewrite this into "positive energy"!
However, that sort of thing could only be thought about... Uh, actually, he shouldn't even think about it.
He shook his head vigorously to suppress his impure thoughts, planning to head out for a walk and stop by a convenience store.
The night streets were dimly lit.
Having lived here since childhood, Hikigaya was naturally familiar with the way.
Ten minutes later, Hikigaya arrived at a 24-hour convenience store a few hundred meters from his home.
Parked at the entrance were several motorcycles modified beyond recognition.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass doors, he could clearly see several delinquent youths with weird hairstyles and thuggish auras standing inside.
"Ah~ the classic delinquents."
Hikigaya's expression remained flat; his heart didn't even skip a beat.
If this were the old him, he would most likely have chosen to "avoid the brunt of the assault" and make a "tactical departure."
But...
Me, avoid them?
Hikigaya stepped into the store.
"Yo~ little sister, you've got a pretty nice face."
"How old are you? Are you an adult yet?"
"Wanna let big brother take you for a ride? Hahaha!"
Three delinquents were maliciously pestering the girl behind the counter.
Her light blue hair was tied in a high ponytail; she had a tall build and dressed somewhat maturely, but upon closer inspection, one could see the traces of youth in her features.
She was likely a high school girl around his age.
Hikigaya observed secretly as he walked further into the store.
Habitually, he reached into the fridge for a can of Max Coffee but put it back, choosing instead to pick up a bottle of vodka.
"Get lost!"
The cashier girl's voice was cold, her tone possessing a commanding hardness as she sternly rebuked them: "If you keep causing trouble, I'm calling the police!"
Hikigaya knew immediately that trouble was brewing.
The reason delinquents are called delinquents is that they deviate from social norms year-round.
Combined with being under 20, they enjoy a certain degree of leniency in sentencing.
Therefore, delinquent youths generally hold the law in contempt and act without regard for consequences.
The high school girl's tough response largely triggered their rebellious streak, and the three began shouting with raised eyebrows and glaring eyes.
"Ha? Calling the pigs? You think I'm scared?"
"We didn't even do anything to you. What are you acting so tough for, you bitch?"
"Exactly! You're just a cashier girl; your attitude toward customers is terrible."
"I happen to know your manager. Believe it or not, I can make you lose your job right now!!"
The high school girl bit her dry lip, her cold face turning grim.
She could ignore the first few lines of frivolous trash talk, but that last threat truly hit her where it hurt!!
The girl's name was Kawasaki Saki. She had two younger brothers and a younger sister at home, and her parents were workers at a traditional fax machine factory.
In recent years, with policy changes, fax machines were being phased out by the era. The factory was undergoing large-scale layoffs, her parents' jobs were precarious, and the family's financial pressure was already overwhelming.
As the eldest daughter, Kawasaki Saki had specifically sought out part-time work during her spare time to supplement the household income.
Thus, the delinquent's threat to cost her her job accurately struck Kawasaki Saki's pain point.
The other party seemed to notice her worry, and their arrogance instantly intensified.
"Hahahaha!"
"Why did the little sister suddenly stop talking?"
"Is it because you're an introvert?"
The delinquents mocked her wantonly. One of them even took out his phone, pretending to make a call: "I'm calling your manager right now to complain about your neglect of customers!"
"Wait...!"
Kawasaki Saki panicked instantly and hurriedly spoke up to stop him.
"Hmph!"
The delinquent continued to provoke: "Is that the attitude of someone asking for a favor?"
"I—I'm sorry...!"
Kawasaki Saki bit her lip, her eyes filled with humiliation.
"When apologizing, you have to show your belly—that's common sense!"
The delinquent's eyes were full of mockery, clearly intending to bully her to the end.
"You...!"
Kawasaki Saki's fists were tightly clenched, suppressed rage surging in her gaze.
Born with a stubborn personality, she wished she could rush forward and fight them to the death!
But the thought of losing her job—or even having her much-needed wages docked—forced her to swallow this bitter resentment!
Her clenched fists were forced to loosen, her fingers tremblingly grabbing the hem of her shirt, and a mist began to form in her eyes.
She kept hypnotizing herself: The belly isn't a private part; even if I show it, it's nothing...
"Whew~"
Seeing this, the delinquents began whistling one by one: "Hurry up and lift it! Just roll over like a puppy!"
This wasn't just an insult to her character; it was a test to further break her boundaries.
Once she compromised and retreated, the other party would take an inch and ask for a mile, seizing the opportunity to make even more outrageous demands.
She was still too young after all; a high school girl who hadn't seen much of the world couldn't outplay delinquents who lived in society.
Just as Kawasaki Saki's heart felt like dead ash and she was about to fall under the delinquents' control.
"Checkout."
A bottle of vodka was heavily placed on the counter, accompanied by several boxes of rubber products.
The abrupt sound rang out, and Kawasaki Saki subconsciously stopped her motion of lifting her shirt.
The three delinquents were stunned at first, then turned to look at Hikigaya who had dared to interrupt them. They opened their mouths to curse: "Where did this brat come from, daring to meddle in..."
"Ah—?"
Hikigaya slowly turned his head, his signature dead-fish eyes coldly sweeping over them.
"!!!"
The delinquent's cursing halted. After meeting those sharp, piercing eyes, their expressions became solemn.
Those eyes... how did he look more like a delinquent than them?
Their gaze fell upon the items on the counter: strong vodka + rubber products.
The delinquents simultaneously hallucinated an image of a wine-loving, lustful young master of the underworld!!!
"Bro... brother... may I ask which path you walk?"
The leading delinquent suddenly lost his nerve, his tone carrying a hint of cautious testing.
Another person hurriedly pulled out a lighter and respectfully leaned forward, wanting to light a cigarette for him to show goodwill.
"Eh?!"
Kawasaki Saki blinked her eyes curiously, seemingly recognizing Hikigaya.
But she wasn't so foolish as to reveal Hikigaya's true identity right now.
"Pah!"
Hikigaya slapped the offered cigarette away with a face full of disdain: "This kind of trash cigarette is worthy of this young master's smoke?"
"...Yes!"
"Hontoni sumimasen!!" (I am truly sorry!!)
The delinquents didn't get angry; instead, they became even more certain that the person before them was a big shot in the underworld!
One of the delinquents with a pompadour and a sturdier build had a suspicious look, seemingly still a bit unconvinced.
"...!"
"We're all out here on the streets; there's no need to be so cocky, right?"
With that, the pompadour reached out to test him.
Hikigaya decisively struck first, grabbing the other's palm and giving it a sudden, forceful squeeze!
"Sss!"
Caught off guard, the pompadour's palm was pinched so hard it throbbed with pain, nearly deforming.
Then, without waiting for him to struggle, Hikigaya twisted his hand back, firmly locking his wrist joint and completely neutralizing him.
"Pain! It hurts, hurts, hurts...!
I was wrong! I was really wrong!
Aniki, spare me! Have mercy!"
The sturdy youth's face twisted in pain as he repeatedly wailed for mercy.
Seeing their strongest companion neutralized in an instant, the other two didn't dare have even a hint of resistance.
"Scum!"
"Don't let me see you in Chiba again, or I'll fold your hands into three layers!"
Hikigaya added a kick, sending the man sprawling to the ground.
Afterward, he pulled his glasses from his pocket and slowly put them on.
His entire aura instantly became deep and sharp!
"If you want revenge, this young master will see you through to the end!
My name is... Horikita Manabu. Remember it well!!"
The delinquents' faces went pale with terror: "The Horikita clan? Could it be that Boso Food Supply Company that monopolizes eight hotels and twenty-seven food streets?!"
Hikigaya was also stunned upon hearing this.
He had originally just casually used Horikita Manabu's name, hoping that if his family business touched upon some gray areas, it might intimidate these petty thugs.
He never imagined that the Horikita family's power seemed to be even greater than he anticipated?
"Thank you, Horikita-aniki, for sparing our lives! We're leaving Chiba right now!!!"
The men hurriedly bowed, apologized, and knelt, finally scrambling out of the convenience store on all fours.
The store instantly became quiet.
"..."
Hikigaya was speechless, inwardly complaining: What kind of messy development is this...
After a long while, he regained his senses and turned to look at Kawasaki Saki at the register.
The girl was staring at him fixedly with an exceptionally strange look.
"Ahem~"
Hikigaya shot her a stern look, feigning seriousness: "What are you looking at? Never seen an underworld boss before?"
"Tsk tsk~"
Kawasaki Saki narrowed her eyes, her words teasing: "The Boxing King of Advanced Nurturing, Hikigaya Hachiman—when did you change your name to Horikita Manabu?"
"You recognize me? And what the hell is this 'Boxing King' thing!"
Hikigaya's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Sobu High, Second Year Class F, Kawasaki Saki."
Kawasaki Saki raised her hand to lightly brush the hair by her ear, giving a frank self-introduction.
"You're a student at Sobu High?
No wonder..."
Hikigaya's expression suddenly became awkward.
Why do I run into acquaintances everywhere I go! k
"The martial arts club exchange a year ago—your heroic posture as you punched out Yukinoshita left a deep impression on me."
A light flashed in Kawasaki Saki's eyes.
"Not at all; I just pinned Yukinoshita to the ground and rubbed her face in it."
Hikigaya corrected her.
Pfft—
Kawasaki Saki was stunned for a moment, then the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably. She could no longer maintain her cold facade and burst out laughing.
Hikigaya did it on purpose to ease the tension the girl had just experienced.
"You're quite an interesting guy."
Kawasaki Saki let out a long breath.
With Hikigaya's interruption, the gloom of being threatened by delinquents vanished without a trace.
"Kawasaki-something-san, looking closely, you're quite a cute girl yourself."
Hikigaya spoke the honest truth in a joking tone.
"Thanks for the compliment..."
Kawasaki Saki gave him a flat look: "But before that, please remember my name: Kawasaki Saki!"
"Okay, Saki-chan."
Hikigaya nodded.
"Who—who said you could call me by my first name?"
Kawasaki Saki's eyes panicked, and her fair cheeks instantly turned bright red.
No, sister?
Where was that toughness you had against the delinquents?
Getting shy this easily doesn't fit your character profile!
Hikigaya was speechless.
Is this woman one of those 'super easy to deal with' types?
"Hikigaya! Wha—what disrespectful thing are you thinking!!"
Kawasaki Saki glared at him, suddenly flying into a shameful rage.
"Ah, sorry, my words were inappropriate."
Hikigaya reached up to adjust his glasses, his attitude becoming serious.
He didn't want to accidentally flirt with another girl and pull her into the dream.
Hikigaya's shifting attitude from hot to cold made Kawasaki Saki pause: "It's not like you needed to apologize. Also, regarding today... I have to thank you."
"No need for thanks. I just didn't like the look of those punks."
Hikigaya spoke nonchalantly.
"Regardless, I still want to thank you, Hikigaya-kun."
Kawasaki Saki bowed to him solemnly.
"By the way, these things... do you still want to buy them?
Minors are prohibited from buying alcohol."
Hikigaya shrugged indifferently: "Is that so? Then never mind."
"Hehe~ Hikigaya-kun, you only took the vodka out to scare them, right?"
Kawasaki Saki smiled faintly; being smart, she quickly saw through Hikigaya's bluff.
Hikigaya didn't deny it. He turned back to the fridge and took out his beloved Max Coffee.
"With your strength, taking out those three should have been easy, right?"
Kawasaki Saki had witnessed Hikigaya's performance at the school martial arts exchange.
"No need. Fighting at every turn isn't what a proper high schooler does."
Hikigaya explained.
"Your calmness isn't like a normal high schooler's at all."
Kawasaki Saki stared at him curiously: "I really wonder what your school usually teaches you guys?"
"Fighting and scamming people are traditions at our Advanced Nurturing High School."
Hikigaya spoke the truth.
"Hikigaya-kun is very good at dry humor."
Kawasaki Saki smiled, then subconsciously moved to put the rubber products back on the shelf.
"Wait, I still need to buy those..."
Hikigaya calmly stuffed several boxes of rubber products into his shopping bag.
Better to have them and not need them than to need them and not have them! s
"Huh?"
Kawasaki Saki looked dazed: "Didn't you just take those to act like a boss and scare the delinquents..."
"Er, actually I think, as a normal high school boy, it's not strange to buy these, right?"
Although Hikigaya felt a bit embarrassed, he restrained it.
"..."
Kawasaki Saki gazed at him blankly. After a moment, her expression returned to coldness: "Mhm, you're right.
After all, you're the Boxing King. After putting on glasses, you even have the potential to become a hunter in a bed of flowers!!"
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