You Will Regret This Ichinose! [216]

Today, Class 1-D was unusually quiet.

The usual bragging and yelling from the "new trio of idiots" had vanished without a trace, leaving only three pale-faced students sitting stiffly at their desks, heads bowed low like wooden statues.

Even the girls who normally enjoyed bickering with the boys sat quietly in place, doing their best not to make a sound.

What a bunch of weaklings who bully the meek and fear the strong.

Ryuen Kakeru leaned casually against the wall, his tie loosened at the chest, arms crossed, a cold smirk tugging at his lips as he took it all in.

He had already figured out what kind of people made up most of Class D during last semester’s investigation into the masked pervert peeping maniac.

This class… it was nothing more than a disorganized rabble. Every test they’d managed to scrape through had relied on a select few carrying the dead weight.

Which is exactly why—

As a chill breeze slipped through the cracked window, Ryuen silently shifted his gaze toward a few individuals worth keeping an eye on.

Sudou Ken—athletically gifted to an extreme. Even with Ryuen’s own experience in fights, he figured he wouldn’t have an easy time with him.

Kushida Kikyo—a school-wide favorite. And Ryuen had a faint but persistent feeling that she wasn’t nearly as simple as she appeared on the surface.

And then there was...

“Hmm hmm~ hmm hmm~”

A light, carefree humming suddenly rang through the quiet classroom.

The most beautiful man in the entire school sat with his legs propped up on the desk, calmly filing his nails with a small emery board. Every so often, he’d spread his fingers under the light, admiring them with satisfaction.

Kōenji Rokusuke—his physical abilities surpassed even Sudou’s, and his other talents were equally exceptional. Among everyone Ryuen had encountered, he was easily one of the most formidable.

Add to that Horikita Suzune and Hirata Yousuke—both thrown into Class B by that bastard Uesugi—and of course, the masked pervert lurking in the shadows...

Even Ryuen, who normally welcomed conflict, had to admit it: Class D was an absolute pain in the ass to deal with.

If that were all, it might be manageable. But the fact that the school had gone so far as to reshuffle class leaders could only mean that the special exam in two weeks would be focused on evaluating group cohesion.

Two weeks to unify Class D. What a—

Ryuen’s grin widened.

—thrilling challenge.

Then, under the tense stares of the entire class, Ryuen pushed off from the wall, stepped toward the podium, and without hesitation, kicked over the desk in front of him.

CRASH!!

The deafening sound exploded through the room like thunder, making the trio of idiots flinch violently.

In the blink of an eye, the desk closest to the podium lay overturned, legs in the air.

Ryuen strolled over, plopped himself down on the fallen desk, and swept his eyes across Class D with disdain.

“I’ll make this quick—I’ve got no interest in babysitting a bunch of losers. In the special exam two weeks from now, just stay out of my way. If you do that, I don’t care what you do for the next two weeks.”

Bang!

Sudou Ken slammed his hands on his desk and shot to his feet. “Don’t screw with me! Like hell I’m gonna listen to trash like you!”

Even if he was trying to rein himself in, Sudou was still the same hothead. The truth was, the person he feared was Uesugi Gen—the guy who could manipulate him like a puppet—not Ryuen Kakeru, who ruled through brute force.

Sure, Ryuen didn’t rely on violence as much anymore, but if someone came picking a fight and he just rolled over, that wouldn’t make him cautious—it’d make him a fool.

The class brainiac, Yukimura Teruhiko, adjusted his glasses and also stood up in protest. “Sudou’s right. Listen to you? Everyone in the first-year knows you exploit your own classmates. If we follow your lead, odds are you’ll just sell us out in the end.”

“Hooh—”

Ryuen dragged out the sound, eyes narrowing at the two of them. “Guess not everyone here’s a coward.”

Kushida Kikyo stood up as well, her big eyes blinking innocently, a brilliant glint flickering in her gaze.

“We’re all first-years at Advanced Nurturing High, right? We’re going to be working together a lot. I think it’s better not to let things get too tense.”

“There’s no need for that, Kushida,” Yukimura said firmly. “I gave it a lot of thought last night. Ryuen, the only reason you were able to seize control of Class C with brute force was because no one understood how this school worked in the first month. You took advantage of that.”

“But now? Now we’ve got cameras in the classroom. If you lay a hand on us and we report it to the school—especially with Horikita as the new vice president—”

Yukimura sneered. “There’s no way you’re escaping suspension.”

So that’s their angle...

In an instant, Class D’s confidence surged.

“Interesting.”

Rather than being discouraged, Ryuen actually looked more excited by the pushback.

“Then what about two weeks from now?”

Two weeks?

“In two weeks, we’ll be one class, won’t we?”

And just like that, the fire in Class D’s eyes was snuffed out.

“Not to mention,” Ryuen continued, “you guys have gone through your fair share of special exams. If I recall, none of them have ever been particularly short, right?”

It was true. With the exception of the cruise exam, which had ended early thanks to Uesugi Gen, nearly every special exam had lasted more than a week. The realization made cold sweat break out on some students’ foreheads.

“At that time, we’ll be temporarily treated as a single class. If you report me then, your own class points will be docked. And with that breathing room, I’ll have more than enough time to deal with anyone who tries to oppose me.”

Clearly, Ryuen had no intention of giving them time to think.

“So then—”

He stood, casting a scornful gaze across the room. “Let me see. Who here’s against me?”

“……”

The entire class fell into dead silence.

Yukimura’s lips trembled, but in the end, he couldn’t get the words out.

Sure, he was smart—but physically? One punch from Ryuen and he’d be begging for mercy.

Suddenly, from the back row, Sudou stepped forward. His eyes locked on Ryuen, seething with fury.

“Me!”

“I don’t really get all the rules, but during the special exam, if I beat the crap out of you, it won’t cost us class points, right?”

He raised his fist, face brimming with anticipation as he stared down the tyrant of Class C.

“Honestly, I’ve been dying to punch you for ages. So don’t even bother coming after me—during the exam, I’ll be the one looking for you.”

“Fine by me. I’ll show you exactly why I’m the one who rules Class C.”

A feral grin spread across Ryuen’s face.

“Like hell I’d be scared of some meathead like you!”

The two of them glared at each other, not budging an inch.

“Five seconds...”

“Ten seconds...”

“Thirty seconds...”

……

The pair stood frozen, eyes reddening from the strain.

“What’s wrong with their eyes?”

Someone whispered in Class D.

Of course they were dry—but neither of them was willing to blink first.

At last, after the long standoff, the scheming Kushida tilted her head innocently.

“Whether it’s Ryuen or Sudou, you’re both members of this class now. Can we maybe... stop fighting?”

Before she even finished, the two had already broken eye contact, hurling insults under their breath.

“Just you wait.”

“Sorry, I don’t waste energy on overgrown apes with half a brain.”

“What was that?!”

“Heh...”

……

No one knew how long it took, but eventually, the classroom fell into a hush.

Is it finally over...?

After the emotional rollercoaster, the students of Class D were mentally and physically drained. In that moment, they missed Hirata Yousuke—now in Class B—more than ever. As one, they sent a desperate cry into the void:

Hirata, please come back!

And as if their prayers had been heard, a cheerful, sunny voice rang out from the hallway.

“Yo! Well, this is rare. No one’s fighting?”

Class D collectively froze, as if dunked in ice water. Sudou, who had been so defiant moments ago, immediately shrank back into his seat, docile as a quail.

Then came the sound of synchronized, heavy footsteps. Two lines of Class C boys filed in through the doorway, forming orderly rows on either side.

Step...

Step...

……

Their footsteps were calm and deliberate, each step full of purpose.

A moment later, a figure appeared in the doorway.

And at once, both lines of Class C students bowed at a perfect ninety degrees and shouted in unison:

“Aniki!!”

Everyone in Class D, including Ryuen, stared in stunned silence.

Ryuen slowly raised his head and glanced at his dangling bangs out of the corner of his eye. For some reason, they looked... green.

In the next moment, realization dawned. A vein bulged on his forehead.

“What the hell are you doing, you bastard Uesugi?!”

He’d ordered Class C to obey him—but this definitely wasn’t what he had in mind. If Uesugi Gen started screwing around like this, it’d only lead to Class C losing points.

But the Class C boys ignored Ryuen completely, bowing their heads in silence.

Forgive us, Ryuen-sama. Please believe us—we’re still loyal.

Uesugi Gen may have taken our bodies... but not our hearts!!

Without sparing Ryuen a glance, Uesugi turned to Ishizaki Daichi.

“Where’s the cement and the speakers I asked for?”

With a sharp smack, Ishizaki dropped to his knees in a fluid dogeza.

“Forgive us, Aniki! We couldn’t find a store in school that sells cement!”

“Then forget it. Be more careful next time.”

“Hai! Aniki!!”

“What the hell are you guys even doing?!”

Ryuen growled, eyes narrowing at his subordinates who had all bowed their heads.

Yet he received no reply.

Forgive us, Ryuen-san… he’s too terrifying. You can’t beat him!
—C-Class boys sobbed inwardly, holding back tears as they shouted to their beloved Ryuen-nii in their hearts.

At that moment, Uesugi Gen finally turned around, casually greeting Ryuen Kakeru:

“Yo, if it isn’t D-Class’s defective product, Ryuen Kakeru. Only a few days apart and you’re already looking so pathetic?”

“What did you do to my underlings?”

Ryuen didn’t back down, pressing on about the condition of his subordinates.

Uesugi raised a thumbs-up in admiration. “Your boys? Not bad at all. They’re mine now.”

“What the hell did you just say?!”

Ryuen roared in disbelief.

“Hmm? You don’t believe me?”

Uesugi turned to the surrounding C-Class boys. “Tell him—who’s your Aniki now?”

In perfect unison, they answered, “Uesugi Aniki!!”

“See? Told you.”

This time, not just his hair—Ryuen’s entire face turned green.

“So yeah, Kakeru,” Uesugi continued with a grin, “why don’t you stay put in D-Class for now? I’ll be the one to restore C-Class’s former glory.”

Ryuen’s expression was like he’d swallowed a fly. “What the hell are you trying to pull?”

“What are we trying to do?”

“Take down D-Class!!”

Out of loyalty to their beloved Ryuen-san, the C-Class boys silently omitted the next part of the plan: capture Ryuen Kakeru alive.

“Exactly,” Uesugi said, baring his fangs as he turned to D-Class. “Now then, D-Class—kneel before me!”

“……”

Unlike before, D-Class fell into utter silence.

In this moment of crisis, a brave D-Class girl—Kushida Kikyo—stepped forward. She spread her arms wide and placed herself between Uesugi the Demon King and her classmates, speaking firmly:

“No, Uesugi-kun!”

“Oh~?”

Uesugi’s eyes locked onto Kushida’s refined face. He took a slow step toward her, amusement dancing in his gaze.

“Kushida-san, are you trying to protect them?”

“Yes!”

Kushida met his eyes without fear. “We’re going to graduate—together.”

Kushida-chan…!

At that moment, D-Class students were openly weeping.

Uesugi stepped even closer, his face now inches from hers, staring into those determined eyes. Their gazes locked.

Alright. Now he knew—tonight, she’d be on top.

They stood, unmoving. Kushida Kikyo didn’t back down a single step.

Before everyone’s eyes, Uesugi suddenly reached out and gently pinched Kushida’s smooth, fair chin, tilting her face upward ever so slightly.

“Even if it comes to this, you’re okay with it?”

“I’m okay with it.”

Creaaak… creaaak…

Uesugi could hear the sound of D-Class boys’ hearts shattering.

“You’re one brave girl...”

He said it with a strangely meaningful tone.

“I’m just doing what I can for my classmates.”

Excitement gleamed faintly in Kushida’s eyes.

“And what about this?”

Uesugi let go of her chin. His fingers brushed along her silky skin and gently tucked a stray strand of her short hair behind her ear.

Expressionless, Kushida asked, “Uesugi-kun, could you leave now?”

“Of course.”

He pulled his hand back and shrugged helplessly. “Since you insist, I guess I’ve got no choice but to admit defeat.”

With that, Uesugi turned to the C-Class boys. “We’re leaving!”

“Hai! Aniki!!”

And just like that, the entire group followed him out with flair, as if nothing had happened.

From entry to exit, the whole spectacle lasted less than ten minutes. And yet, in that brief span, the hearts of every D-Class boy lay in pieces.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka, the always-silent ghost of D-Class, and Ryuen—once the boss of Class C and now a subordinate—watched Uesugi’s retreating figure in silence.

So... what the hell did that guy even come here for?

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