"Thanks for the candy, Hisano-kun."
Hearing Hiromitsu Morofushi's expression of gratitude, Satoru Gojo lifted his gaze to inspect the youth's thoroughly refreshed, energetic countenance.
"It appears Little Hiro's nightmare has indeed been completely devoured."
The youth, his hair secured in a low ponytail, finalized his uniform adjustments. His fingertips lightly pressed against the brim of his police cap, obscuring half of his pale features while revealing a subtly upturned smirk. The cherry blossom police emblem gleamed exceptionally bright against the morning rays.
"Should sleep prove elusive again in the future, simply request another piece of candy from me."
This guy actually cuts an unexpectedly fitting profile in this uniform.
Hiromitsu blinked his eyes, playfully teasing, "Then I shall decline to stand on ceremony, Officer Hisano."
Eh?! Even though it's a perfectly standard honorific... why does it carry such an intensely doting undertone!
As a high school girl possessing an excessively high capacity for empathy, Mei Asano had been profoundly saddened a mere second ago by the emotional glass shards lurking within Morofushi's dream state, only to be instantaneously sweetened by the domestic interaction of the roommate pairing. She rolled halfway across her mattress while tightly clutching her plush toy.
Attempting to classify this purely under the standard parameters of shipping a pairing didn't seem entirely accurate.
She recalled the loose musings of her close companion, Yoshiko, who constantly kept the phrase "Lord Gojo" anchored to her lips.
"It's not that I harbor a desperate impulse to see him enter romantic parameters with other characters, but witnessing two beloved figures engage in seamless structural interaction... isn't that inherently an immensely joyful experience?"
How should one articulate it...
Mei was currently achieving a profound baseline comprehension of Yoshiko's philosophy. Reviewing her companion's mental ramblings, she continued flipping through the manga panels.
Following the conclusion of the midday recess, Instructor Onizuka guided the cohort to the firing range to execute handgun marksmanship training blocks.
Having lauded Furuya Rei's immaculate output, the instructor invoked Kogoro Mouri's legendary historical record, aiming to instruct the junior class to maintain absolute humility and suppress any lingering arrogance. Yet Hisano merely lifted his firearm and discharged a succession of rounds, finalized four consecutive testing iterations in the blink of an eye, and securely locked down a flawless score across every single set.
"Eh~ It appears securing a perfect score isn't particularly mathematically complex."
[Uncle Mouri: So you're the punk who systematically dismantled my legendary legacy?!]
[Holy crap, this individual is utilizing a literal cheat engine! If it isn't officially disabled, it counts as an active exploit.]
[Executing a one-handed pocket stance while fluidly spinning the firearm is a massive flex! (But it is undeniably cool)]
Having submitted a formal request to exit the session ahead of schedule to process a slice of cake, Hisano was promptly dispatched by Onizuka to deliver marksmanship guidance to the neighboring cohort, exiting the operational sector with visible reluctance.
Compared to a minor fraction of comments celebrating his displacement, the overwhelming volume of the forum terminal manifested as deep concern regarding the collective mental health parameters of the neighboring students.
Immediately following this sequence, a structural anomaly manifested. Jinpei Matsuda failed to register a single hit across five consecutive discharges.
"What is the underlying mechanical malfunction here? It completely misses the target!"
Confronted with Instructor Onizuka's aggressive prompting, Matsuda remained completely deaf to the input. Sitting flat across the concrete floor, his hands executed a highly practiced, high-velocity breakdown of the revolver mechanism, verifying that the internal alignment tracker was indeed the definitive point of failure. Due to his highly autonomous, unauthorized behavioral display, Instructor Onizuka's temper flared instantly, sentencing him to a stationary disciplinary block on the spot.
[Matsuda sweetie looks exceptionally charismatic while tearing down a firearm! And his operational velocity is completely off the charts!]
[Hagiwara explicitly labeled him a structural demolition fanatic hhh As expected of a childhood companion who matured within an identical timeline, his comprehension metrics are absolute.]
[Aaaaah, our Matsuda is so incredibly precious, what is the crime in breaking down a firearm? I petition to have him break me down instead!]
Upon the conclusion of the testing block, an assistant instructor sprinted onto the scene with immense panic to report a deficit within the live ammunition inventory.
"What? A single live round failed to clear the return protocol?"
Onizuka immediately formulated the thesis that Matsuda had covertly pocketed the live round, entering a high-intensity verbal confrontation with the youth.
"I didn't extract a single piece of live ammunition! Every spent casing was systematically surrendered to the assistant instructor!"
"Ha?! Aside from you, who else possesses the operational profile to execute such an action?"
Instructor Onizuka's relentless interrogation parameters were abruptly intercepted by a structural failure involving the overhead maintenance crew. Prior to executing his departure, he didn't forget to explicitly instruct Wataru Date to ensure Matsuda surrendered the live round.
[Matsuda's luck parameter is abyssal; experiencing the exact sensation of being falsely accused just like his father must taste incredibly bitter.]
[The instructor is truly overbearing, why didn't he verify the baseline inventory metrics first?]
[Tooru-kun smoothly exposed his own covert operation regarding his deep background check on Matsuda, open-ended laughter.]
[However, Matsuda doesn't look nearly as incensed as I initially calculated www]
After all, their baseline relationship has experienced an immense degree of structural optimization compared to the opening chapter wwww
[Hisano: Thank goodness I executed a high-velocity retreat ahead of time, I am absolutely refusing to inherit this specific blame profile.]
However, today's catalog of structural anomalies appeared to be accumulating at an unprecedented rate.
"Disaster! The safety line has completely constricted around the instructor's throat!"
In a bid to salvage a maintenance worker plunging from the ceiling structures, Instructor Onizuka was caught by the suspended utility cable, dropping into a critical life-threatening state.
Contrasted against the absolute panic paralyzing the surrounding crowd, the core circle of the Onizuka class maintained an exceptionally clinical, calm demeanor. They rapidly synthesized the optimal solution matrix, immediately launching into a highly coordinated division of labor.
Matsuda assumed responsibility for the high-velocity reassembly of the scattered revolver components; Hagiwara set out to locate the missing ammunition within a compressed timeframe; Furuya Rei, possessing elite marksmanship metrics, was designated to handle the kinetic discharge; Wataru Date anchored the formation as the human base, while Hiromitsu Morofushi served as the primary vertical support atop his shoulders.
Right at that juncture, an image of Hisano Nozomi wielding a firearm flashed through Furuya Rei's cognitive processor.
"If that guy executed the discharge... there would undeniably be zero room for mechanical error."
Nevertheless, he harbored immense baseline confidence in his own parameters.
"This single round... will absolutely not miss!"
Swept up by this classic, shonen-manga tier display of collective synergy, the comment terminal ignited into an absolute state of hype.
[Wow, the human tower coordination between Hiromitsu and the Class Leader is flawlessly executed!!]
[I have been cleanly sniped by Matsuda sweetie's structural charm!! His facial profile carries immense authority prprpr]
[Zero is unequivocally the peak of visual charisma, I am rejecting all counter-arguments!!]
[Onizuka: I have zero comprehension of the underlying logistics, they simply bellowed phrases regarding friendship and eternal bonds before launching a full assault.]
[The instructor is fundamentally a highly noble entity, he didn't hesitate for a single microsecond before saving that worker.]
[The team fight has officially initiated, stop trying to solo-push the lane (doge face holding a rose).]
[A single glance is all it takes to decode their partner's internal calculation, this is the definitive definition of teammates!]
[This marks the very first instance of Matsuda addressing Rei by his given name, so incredibly sweet wwww]
[! Hagiwara's tactical processing is brilliant, file logged, I am deploying this exact method to pinpoint a perpetrator next time.]
[Hahaha, is the commenter above currently residing inside Beika Town? The crime metrics down there are wild.]
In the subsequent panel, the discharged round clipped the cable exactly ten centimeters away from Instructor Onizuka's head, causing the structural line to snap instantly. However, a segment of highly eagle-eyed readers concurrently detected a brilliant silver arc flashing out along an identical vector.
Furuya Rei's gaze swept across the raucous crowd. Meeting the crimson eyes of a certain black-haired youth, he froze for a brief second before his lips loosened into an expression that clearly signaled, "As expected."
Everything remained beautifully unspoken.
[Oh ho, despite explicitly stating "I harbor zero obligation to safeguard alternate entities," Nozomi-chan still chose to deploy an intervention protocol.]
[Has this dinner knife been subjected to a literal enchantment? Its kinetic properties are operating on an identical scale with Conan's soccer ball.]
[Is anyone else actively shipping Rei and Nozomi? The raw tension of a dual-Alpha dynamic siha siha.]
[Hahaha, Hagiwara, that is quite enough, stop engineering a visual model of Instructor Onizuka sporting a horseshoe baldness pattern, hey!]
Witnessing Hisano extract a massive assortment of personal cutlery from his uniform pocket much like a robotic cartoon cat, the readers' comedic commentary flooded the interface in successive waves.
[Is Nozomi-chan's pocket a legitimate four-dimensional storage matrix? Medical ointments, confections, and now an entire inventory of dining utensils, this completely violates basic science!]
[He remains utterly incapable of detaching his focus from his mango mille-crêpe.]
[Hisano x Mango Mille-Crêpe, I am officially logging this as my primary pairing.]
[So the cutlery was casually liberated from the cafeteria reserves, open-ended laughter.]
[I register the distinct impression that everyone treats Nozomi-chan with a blend of absolute helplessness and unmitigated indulgence~ Long live the Police Academy Six-Man Circle!]
[I am a dedicated solo-stan of Tooru-kun, yet I find myself completely falling in love with this style of all-inclusive group synergy hhh]
Despite her status as a dedicated solo-fan of Hisano, Mei Asano still proactively hit the like button on the aforementioned comment.
Scrolling further down, she realized the narrative had officially reached the concluding panel of the current chapter.
Instructor Onizuka watched the six youths trade lighthearted bickerings from a distance, a deeply satisfied, warm expression softening his features.
"Perhaps these problem children... will eventually grow to become the most exceptional police officers this force has ever witnessed."
The closing page bore a definitive teaser line: "As the six minds converge in unified harmony, what brand-new sparks will they ignite moving forward—?"
Before I could even register the passage of time, the chapter has completely concluded. What specific incident is slated to manifest next... I am so intensely invested.
Mei let out a soft sigh, aimlessly manipulating her device as she initiated a deep dive into the official manga discussion forum. Perhaps owing to the massive popularity points inherited from the primary serialization timeline, the volume of active discussion threads was growing exponentially.
Naturally, for a fresh recruit who had only recently entered the fandom, there remained a substantial catalog of inside jokes and references that cleared beyond her current comprehension parameters.
In any event, she decided to prioritize this particular thread.
[(Multiple Image Warning) The Absolute Visual Strike of Black Hair and Crimson Eyes! An Analytical Breakdown of Nozomi-chan's Peak Aesthetic Panels, Including Close-Up Crops from the Latest Chapter.]
Having successfully archived several clean high-resolution crops that had slipped past her own capture cycles, Mei suddenly registered the profound utility of the forum interface. It appeared she would need to make tracking this terminal a recurring habit moving forward.
Ding-dong!
A notification chime signaled the arrival of a fresh incoming message across her social networking application. Opening the interface, Mei discovered she had been proactively pulled into a dedicated group chat by Yoshiko.
Group Title: [Has the Police Academy Six-Man Circle shared a unified frame today?]
Scanning the active participant log, she noted that Ami was present alongside Yoshiko. Ami's absolute favorite character was Furuya Rei, and she frequently frequented physical merchandise stores while adorned in an elaborate ita-bag.
"Lord Gojo is the Ultimate Treasure of this World: Hehehe, a warm welcome to Little Mei~"
"This Tooru-kun is Exceedingly Sweet: Mei, have you processed the latest chapter of the Police Academy Arc yet?"
Mei pondered the matter for a brief moment before systematically modifying her group handle to "Nozomi's Candy Jar."
"Nozomi's Candy Jar: I literally just finalized the panels. The execution is phenomenally stellar, I am harboring immense anticipation for the subsequent updates."
"This Tooru-kun is Exceedingly Sweet: Right, right?! Zero's marksmanship discharge was simply to die for~"
"Lord Gojo is the Ultimate Treasure of this World: It isn't restricted to merely Tooru-kun; the alternate members are all demonstrating an incredible capacity to aggregate dedicated fans!"
Mei engaged in casual banter with them, experiencing the distinct, rare joy of interacting with individuals who shared an identical passion matrix.
However, the exact microsecond Yoshiko casually tossed out the phrase: "Lately, Lord Gojo hasn't registered a single appearance within the primary serialization timeline for a substantial duration, so being capable of processing Hisano as a temporary substitute is simply magnificent—" Mei found herself entirely incapable of resisting a sharp verbal counter-strike.
"What do you mean by that? Little Nozomi is fundamentally not a substitute for any alternate entity, Yoshiko is being completely unfair!"
"Oh my, this is entirely because Little Mei systematically refuses to review the primary serialization panels. Otherwise, you would undeniably operate under an identical structural conclusion."
Mei typed out her response with visible frustration: "Hmph, I explicitly refuse to read it, see if that doesn't completely ruin your night!"
Having her brand-new favorite character labeled as a mere substitute for an alternate figure was a structural reality that rendered her completely incapable of experiencing joy.
"Haha, navigating the fandom with this specific blind spot will cause alternate circles to label you a casual fan!"
The two individuals engaged in a high-intensity verbal duel inside the chat terminal for a solid half-hour, only calling a temporary truce once physical fatigue began to set in.
To properly mount a defensive campaign against Yoshiko's "Gojo Army," Mei formulated the ambition to elevate herself to the status of Hisano's definitive fan leader. She resolved to engineer strategic opportunities to introduce his character to external circles, while concurrently generating high-engagement threads and analytical commentary across the primary hosting platforms to attract a massive wave of fresh fans to fall in love with Hisano.
I am mathematically barred from conceding a structural defeat to that whatever-his-name-is Gojo—
Nurturing this singular line of thought, a massive fire of competitive resolve ignited within Mei Asano's chest.
On the alternate side of the dimensional divide, Satoru Gojo remained completely oblivious to the reality that his miniature parallel-world fan was currently engaging in a textbook case of "fighting one's own people." He was still joyfully scrolling through the forum terminals.
Following the implementation of this latest chapter update, his personal popularity metrics were experiencing an absolute vertical surge, officially breaching the definitive benchmark of twenty million points.
The terminology of the "Police Academy Six-Man Circle" was likewise establishing a fluid, standardized presence across the reader base, solidifying into a universally recognized structural concept.
If parameters maintained this specific trajectory, he couldn't help but wonder... what exact flavor of absolute psychological breakdown would the readership manifest the exact microsecond he executed his definitive death-faking exit strategy?
The mischievous thought flashed through his processing queue before fading away.
Gojo deactivated the forum interface, registering a subtle trace of stiffness across his neck muscles, prompting him to execute a lazy stretch across his mattress.
The system materialized a comforting prompt: [Host, maintaining a prolonged, continuous observation of the forum interface within your consciousness incurs a quantifiable drain on your psychological reserves. You must integrate appropriate cycles of rest.]
"Cycles of rest, huh..."
It was an undeniable reality; every single instance the manga finalized an update cycle, a massive, unmitigated ocean of bullet comments aggregated simultaneously inside his perception, creating a minor structural headache. This was particularly magnified under the baseline calculation parameters of his eyes, which automatically processed data at an absolute rate.
To construct an alternate metaphor, it felt exactly like being legally mandated to completely review an entire semester's worth of core academic blueprints the night immediately preceding a final examination, a structural reality completely divorced from a gradual, day-by-day accumulation process. To stretch the evaluation to an extreme margin, it shared an immense degree of baseline similarity with the psychological fatigue he experienced back in the Jujutsu world when continuously mapping the fluid movements of cursed energy.
However, for an individual possessing an insatiable thirst for entertainment like Satoru Gojo, he harbored zero desire to completely sever his connection with the comment stream.
After all, the sheer volume of comedy it generates is absolute, isn't it?
Absorbing its host's core philosophy, the system entered a state of profound calculation.
[Regarding this specific parameter... perhaps a definitive solution can be engineered.]
"Oh?"
The system discharged a succession of static-laced static sounds before completely disconnecting its signal, its consciousness departing toward an unspecified sector.
Well, whatever. Since parameters had stabilized for the evening, prioritizing sleep was the logical course of action~
Gojo flipped his body over, suddenly experiencing a distinct wave of nostalgia for the round, fluffy physical texture of Daifuku. He wondered how his miniature feline companion was currently being handled under alternate custody. With Ui-chan overseeing the logistics, the baseline parameters should theoretically remain immaculate, right?
Anchored by these peaceful thoughts, his consciousness drifted smoothly into the realm of dreams.
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