CHAPTER 10: THE FALL OF THE TYRANT
Words were no longer needed on the canteen floor.
The scattered blood and the sour stench of sweat were screaming the entire story on their own.
The shattered heavy steel table, the broken porcelain plates, and the violent red stains painted across the tiles were glaring proof that what had occurred here over the last hour wasn't a normal high school brawl, but a naked dance of death between two monsters.
But now, the outcome of that death match lay sprawled across the floor.
Akuro Yoshibe. The ultimate beast of Hakuru High. The undisputed leader of the Black Blazers.
The very man whose name alone made first-year students change their paths in sheer terror.
Today... that same Akuro lay doubled over on the ground in agonizing pain.
His breathing was heavy, ragged, and wet with his own blood. Just moments ago, without a single warning, the heavy, devastating 'Boxing Punch' Souma Kanzaki had driven into his stomach had set his internal organs ablaze.
Every slight jolt in his ribs brought him the agonizing sensation of death.
His dark cyan eyes bulged from the excruciating pain, and his entire 6'0" (183 cm), 78 kg lean muscular frame was trembling violently like a broken toy.
Relying on his shaking hands, he was simply making a pathetic, futile attempt to stand.
And standing right in front of him, radiating absolute authority, was the man responsible for his death-like state.
They didn't need to walk in; they were already there. The absolute, unquestionable authority of Hakuru High—"The Student Council!"
Their mere silent presence had ground the ego of every delinquent in the room into the dirt.
Standing like an impenetrable wall right behind Souma was Genji Ichimonji, the Head of the Discipline Committee.
His towering 6'5" (196 cm) height and roughly 105 kg dense, rock-like muscular weight made him look like an unbreakable tank.
His hardcore Dark Black buzz-cut and the ruthless seriousness in his Pitch-black eyes screamed out to everyone: "Disobedience is a disease. And I am the cure."
His aura was so oppressively heavy that not a single student dared to lift their eyes.
Right beside him, with both hands tucked into his pockets, stood Kyousuke Shidou, the Treasurer of the student council, emitting an utterly chaotic and wild vibe.
His lean, agile frame stood at 6'1" (185 cm) and 72 kg. His highly unique, vibrant Red and Green (bicolor) hair was styled in a wild frenzy.
A psychotic, joker-like smirk played on his lips, and his Fiery Orange eyes stared down at the crowd as if they were all his personal playthings.
On the right side stood their Girl Leader—Satsuki Kiryuin—radiating pure, lethal elegance. Her 5'8" (173 cm), 60 kg frame perfectly complimented her sexy, voluptuous physique.
Her silky Camel-colored hair was styled in an impeccably elegant Half-up bun.
Her breathtakingly beautiful Mauve (light purple) eyes possessed such a cold, commanding power that they could force anyone to their knees without her even laying a finger on them.
Right beside Satsuki was the Vice President, Tetsu Saedomi. His 6'0" (183 cm), 75 kg lean muscular physique looked as sharp as a scalpel.
His Coral-colored hair was flawlessly styled in a Quiff.
Framed by gold spectacles, his Dark Pink eyes gave off the chilling vibe of an analytical mastermind.
A calm, cheerful smile rested on his lips, which only made him look even more terrifying in that deathly atmosphere.
But standing ahead of these four monsters, at absolute ground zero, was the Senior Leader—Souma Kanzaki.
His 6.3-foot (191 cm) tall, athletic, and heavily muscular physique (85 kg) radiated the authority of an absolute ruler.
There wasn't a single crease on his perfectly tailored, jet-black Hakuru uniform.
Souma's Blonde golden hair was pulled back tightly into a long man-bun.
But the most terrifying aspect was his gaze. His Blueberry-blue eyes held absolutely no emotion.
There was only an icy, death-like silence. White boxing tape was tightly wrapped around the knuckles of both his hands.
The state of the canteen was as if everyone's breath had been permanently snuffed out.
The over 300 students present didn't have the courage to move a single inch.
Some boys standing at the back felt the strength completely drain from their legs, freezing in place as they grabbed onto each other for support.
The air had become so heavy and oppressive that breathing brought a sharp pain to their chests.
Terrified whispers began to ripple through the crowd:
"B-Bro... did you see what just happened?"
a first-year boy whimpered, grabbing his friend's shirt while crying.
"Akuro-san...
The Demon Akuro...
crumpled from a single punch?"
"Shut up, you idiot!" his friend hissed, grinding his teeth in fear.
"Don't make a sound in front of President Souma.
Look at his eyes!
They aren't human."
Left entirely alone near the epicenter of destruction was Kenta Ishida.
After Shoji fled to the toilets and Reo and Ryu escaped from the back, Kenta was left completely frozen.
The moment Kenta's eyes fell upon Souma and the Student Council, the bones in his legs suddenly gave way.
He crashed hard onto his knees. He swallowed his dry saliva in sheer terror.
His eyes were blown wide open in absolute horror, and beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, landing on the cracked tiles.
"These... these aren't humans..."
Kenta's mind screamed in panic, but his lips were completely sealed shut.
Suddenly, the sheer terror in his mind leaked past his lips, and he began muttering to himself in a cracked, trembling voice:
"These people... they are the fathers of demons,"
Kenta whispered, pulling at his own hair with shaking hands.
"Akuro was like a rabid dog... someone we were all terrified of...
his strength was inhuman...
but President Souma?
A single punch?
He brought Akuro to the ground with just one punch?!"
Kenta's breathing grew ragged, a suppressed sob hiding in his voice.
"This isn't madness.
The heavy pressure in their aura...
this is absolute, cold-blooded dominance.
The real devil of Hakuru High isn't Akuro...
It's Senior Souma.
If I mistakenly make even a single sound...
my corpse will be next."
Kenta remained on his knees, his head bowed, trembling violently.
He had completely understood his place in the food chain.
"My mother told me to study hard and become an officer…"
Kenta muttered with trembling lips.
"Instead, I'm here watching a live telecast of death."
Souma slightly lowered his taped hands and stared down at the groaning, panting Akuro on the ground.
"My, my... what is this?"
Souma's voice pierced through the deafening silence of the canteen.
It wasn't loud, but it carried such a heavy, solid weight that it burned into Akuro's ears like molten iron.
"The boy who always laughed at others...
why are you crying tears of blood today?"
Souma's voice held a freezing, mocking disappointment.
"You folded from a single punch, Akuro?
Where is that demonic smile that used to be plastered on your disgusting face while you beat others... tell me?"
Akuro gritted his bloody, broken teeth. His cyan eyes burned with the extreme rage of a defeated, wounded beast.
The man the entire school considered a monster was being humiliated like a mere insect in front of everyone.
"Weren't you the brave one who claimed no one was born who could defeat you?"
Souma leaned forward slightly, his blueberry eyes piercing straight through Akuro's soul.
"You were flying so high in the corridors.
What happened to you now?
You are crawling on the ground like a worm before me."
Akuro's blood boiled.
His shattered ego forced him to erupt one last time.
"Stay in your limits, you bastard!"
Akuro growled in a cracked voice, spitting the blood pooling in his mouth onto the tiles.
"H-How dare you try to show me my place?!"
Akuro made a futile attempt to stand, but the pain was tearing him apart from the inside.
Desperate to hide his absolute defeat, he fabricated a pathetic excuse.
"This school is mine... I am the real King here!
You think you are the king of this school, that is your biggest delusion!"
"Take away your title, and all that remains is a coward too afraid to bleed like the rest of us."
Akuro's voice was a scream, but all the strength had vanished from it.
His mind was desperately trying to salvage his torn pride.
"You should be ashamed!
If you had any guts,
you would have faced me when I was in a healthy state, you bastard... you coward!"
A strange, deadly chill swept through Souma's blueberry eyes.
Akuro's idiotic, desperate words were far beneath Souma's level.
"Keep your garbage to yourself,"
Souma stated in a voice so deathly cold it froze the entire canteen.
"I am not your king."
"I am the man people remember…
when their violence finally demands a price."
Akuro exploded like a rabid animal.
Ignoring his ragged breathing, broken ribs, and the excruciating pain in his stomach, Akuro concentrated the absolute last ounce of his extreme strength into his right hand.
Pushing off the ground, he launched a heavy, desperate right swing (punch) aimed with full force directly at Souma's face.
But Souma didn't even blink.
Instead of blocking the punch with his hands or stepping back, Souma simply used his core to tilt his head a mere millimeter to the left.
Akuro's heavy fist tore through the air, grazing right past Souma's cheek with a sharp swoosh, without touching a single strand of his blonde hair.
Before Akuro could even retract his over-extended arm, Souma's blueberry eyes turned completely dark.
His right leather shoe slid exactly one inch forward.
Without a single warning, Souma raised his white-taped hands and unleashed his Boxing Combo with such explosive, blinding speed that it was nothing more than a violent blur to the ordinary students watching. Before anyone could blink, the game of death had begun.
WHAM!
The first attack was a lightning-fast Left Hook!
The entire rotational power of Souma's shoulders and his 85 kg of pure mass were transferred into that taped fist.
The heavy hook landed dead-on Akuro's exposed jaw, targeting the exact weak point.
The impact was so raw and terrifying that Akuro's brain violently rattled inside his skull. His cyan eyes instantly rolled back.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Before Akuro's head could even snap backward, two lightning-fast, piston-like Jabs fired from Souma's hands without a microsecond of delay!
One...
Two!
Both punches landed precisely on the same point across Akuro's broken nose and upper collarbone.
The sickening sound of crunching bones echoed through the canteen like snapping dry wood, and a fountain of fresh blood sprayed into the air from Akuro's mouth.
CRUNCH!
But Souma wasn't stopping there.
He twisted his core and fired a heavy, body-twisting Cross (Straight Right)!
Souma's right hand connected dead-center on Akuro's face.
The impact was so concentrated and immense that Akuro's heavy boots were lifted a foot off the ground.
The sheer force sent him flying backward through the air.
But the Apex Predator was not going to let his prey fall to the floor so easily.
The moment Akuro's body bent backward in mid-air, Souma exploited his low stance and fired an explosive, bone-shattering Near Uppercut !
BAMMMMM!
Rising from below, the taped fist connected directly under Akuro's chin (the button point) like a small bomb detonating.
The resulting shockwave knocked the absolute last bit of air—along with blood and saliva—out of Akuro's lungs.
His entire muscular body went completely lifeless in the air, resembling a broken ragdoll.
He launched two feet higher into the air and crashed back-first onto the ground with devastating force...
CRAAAASH!
The heavy floor tiles cracked and shattered under his weight and the sheer force of the impact.
This time... not even a pinky finger on Akuro Yoshibe twitched. He truly looked like a crushed, dead rat on the street.
His entire face was soaked in blood, his nose was grotesquely broken, his jaw hung at an unnatural angle, and his eyes had gone completely white.
The terrifying monster who had subjected the entire canteen to a game of death for the past hour had been reduced to a living corpse in mere 5 seconds by the new leader of Hakuru High.
Silence.
A deafening, death-like silence enveloped the entire canteen.
Not a single sound of anyone breathing could be heard.
Standing at the back of the crowd, Daizen Mori and Toma Kagetsu (Akuro's top executives) were completely frozen.
It was as if their souls had left their bodies.
Daizen's mouth hung wide open, his legs trembling so violently he was on the verge of collapsing. A cold sweat ran down Toma Kagetsu's spine.
Five seconds...Toma's mind had completely broken.
Our Boss...
the invincible Akuro...
turned into trash in just five seconds.
The Black Blazers are nothing in front of them.
Toma's lips trembled.
"This isn't strength anymore…"
he whispered.
"This is execution."
Souma calmly adjusted his posture.
His breathing was completely normal.
He dusted off his white-taped knuckles as if brushing away some filthy dirt.
Then, staring down at the unconscious Akuro, he yelled in a furious voice that echoed off the cracked walls of the canteen:
"How does it feel now?"
"Did you feel the pain you used to inflict on others?!"
Souma's voice carried the weight of absolute justice.
"You only truly understand this pain when it happens to you."
Souma took a step forward and delivered a light, humiliating tap to Akuro's unconscious body with his shiny leather shoe.
"Do you have any idea how many times
I have to get scolded by the Principal sir because of your pathetic antics?!
The entire responsibility of maintaining a peaceful environment in this school rests on my shoulders!
And all of it gets dragged through the mud because of you.
Do you have the slightest idea?!"
Souma Kanzaki's voice and his absolute authority had forced the entirety of Hakuru High to bow at his feet.
One storm had been silenced, but the beginning of another was still to come.
In Hakuru High…
monsters were feared.
But above monsters…
stood judgment.
(CHAPTER 10 ENDS)