Ayaka took the wooden sword from Hayato's hand and weighed it. "This sword is good."
Of course it's good, Hayato thought. It cost fifty thousand yen.
Though he didn't pay for it himself.
Before he could reply, Mikami grinned sinisterly.
No pity for women.
His punch was powerful!
His muscular arm contrasted with Ayaka's slender frame, creating a stark visual.
Hayato briefly regretted giving her the sword…
If he had it, one strike—
But Ayaka struck swiftly.
Her black hair fluttered, the sword tip piercing the air!
Mikami scoffed. What strength could a woman have? A stab would barely hurt—
His punch would crush her!
But he miscalculated.
Ayaka had speed and accuracy.
Mikami's fist didn't reach her.
Her sword tip pressed into his soft abdomen.
Mikami gulped, nausea surging, acid rising to his throat.
His punch weakened, slowed.
Ayaka retracted the sword, whipping it against Mikami's arm.
A red mark flared on his dark skin.
"Hiss—"
Mikami gasped, whipped like by bamboo.
Ayaka pressed forward as he retreated, striking his shoulder, then again, and again.
Crackling sounds, like bamboo on pork, echoed.
Mikami groaned, then wailed, then groaned again.
Customers' gazes fixed on them.
Ayaka, whipping, repeated: "Think you can rape me? You!?"
She emphasized 'rape,' clarifying her actions.
First impressions worked: Mikami, burly, gaudy, with earrings; Ayaka, elegant in a milky-white cardigan, simple makeup.
Clearly, she was good, he was bad.
Some customers clenched fists, ready to cheer.
Mikami scrambled, covering his head. "Ogu! What are you doing!?"
Didn't he see how strong she was? Help—
"Stop shouting," Ayaka sneered, whipping his thigh. "The one over there is stronger."
Sakura was far stronger than Ayaka.
O'gulen, a baby-faced high schooler, wasn't tall or muscular like Mikami.
"Wah—"
His bottle didn't touch Sakura before she shattered it with her mop, glass cutting his face!
Sakura tripped him with a sword hook, and he stayed down, scooting back, terrified.
She looked like a radiant beauty, but her mop was deadly.
O'gulen thought: a beautiful snake.
Hayato rubbed his neck.
These senpai were more reliable than imagined… As expected of hypnosis novel characters. Without 'hypnosis,' they'd slice Tōga apart.
Ayaka cornered Mikami against the wall. As he crouched, she turned to Yui.
Yui trembled, stammering, "Ayaka…"
Ayaka slapped her cheek hard.
A crisp sound.
Yui's cheek swelled red, tears trembling in her eyes.
Ayaka said nothing, brushed her hair, and turned away.
The outcome was decided.
Then a snag.
Handa, whom Hayato had knocked out, awoke.
"Bastard!!"
Hayato turned. Handa, disheveled, foul-smelling, charged with an iron pot.
Boiling water gurgled inside, snatched from the kitchen.
Hayato startled.
Handa neared, ready to splash.
But he didn't see the juice spilled from O'gulen's bottle.
Handa slipped, losing control, about to fall.
Hayato gave a thumbs-up. Japan's good teammate.
Hayato realized something was wrong.
If Handa fell, the boiling water would spill onto the nearby little boy.
Boiling hot water!
Hayato really disliked children.
Especially little boys.
"Get lost!"
He rushed over, kicking the boy away without gentleness.
"Lian-kun!" a young woman cried.
"Hayato!"
"Hayato-kun!"
Ayaka and Sakura shrieked.
Half the boiling water splashed Hayato's back; the rest hit Handa's lower body.
"Waaah—ah ah ah!" Handa screamed like a slaughtered pig.
The sound pierced eardrums, instilling fear.
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