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「What kind of fucked-up guy do you think is going to face the current you
.?」
「That’s a banned word.」
「Hell if I know. If the fucked-up word were to disappear, will fucked-upness follow after? To begin with, such a fucked-up guy is doing fucked-up things like word hunting, so I can’t help but laugh my ass off.」
Seiichi, who has dismissed it as if it doesn’t matter at all, rolls around in his chair.
Be it Mai who is listlessly plopped on the table, those who have enjoyed the battles seem to have plenty of leeway.
「Rather, it was such a pain, so I didn’t want to fight though~.」
「I think you are too pushy, Touma-san.」
Shizuka, who is alone diligently preparing the textbook for the next class, gives me some advice.
True enough, there are still some classes left, and battling with a short preparation time is strenuous.
No, there are nice guys who are wearing badges among our classmates, so the possibility of them promptly throwing a punch at me is not nonexistent.
「As if. Once break time comes, they distance themselves from you before anything else, don’t they
. Rather, it’d be a pain if we incur the enmity of the bunch in the class, so don’t you lay a hand on them.」
「But
」
「There’s no buts or ifs. We’ve already secured 10 badges, so give it up.」
Moreover, the badges we won are 10, while the badges we lost are 0.
No matter who loses, our advancement to the main tournament has ended up being guaranteed already.
How treacherous of them to forbid me from battling, while they themselves enjoy the kyakya ufufu on their own.
Well, the one who hunted more than half the badges is Saki, though.
Moreover, it seems to be not the result of her challenging others, but her flipping the table of the battles she was challenged to.
So enviable.
What’s the difference between me and Saki, I wonder?
「Face. Or rather, the gender, isn’t it? Also, Hime-chan doesn’t look very strong at a glance, I suppose?」
「If you take a look at those with looks, you can tell just by the way they walk that that guy is bad news, though. As for you, Touma
 At a glance, you’re oozing the air of the guy we mustn’t get involved with too much.」
Mai and Seiichi go and dis my face.
「You look cool, Touma-san.」
Shizuka-san’s comforting words permeate my heart.
However, Seiichi and Mai’s verbal abuse gives me a new strategy.
If my face is at fault, then all I have to do is wear a disguise and fish for some challengers.
No, if it’s an unidentified masked man, maybe we can go and challenge them to a battle as we please, such a thought merely flashes by my mind, so it’s fine even if Shizuka-san, who is pointing dubious gazes at me, doesn’t accompany me.
We ought to keep the promise we once made.
Anyway, when I went to the purchasing department to look for disguise masks, for some reason they didn’t sell them.
They did have gas masks, but I have a feeling that if I walk around the academy grounds wearing it, I’d let out a little bit of intimidating air.
For some reason, they also had Kevlar masks used by Taiwanese special forces, but I think it’s so scary that people’s legs will turn jelly if they bump into it out of the blue.
The Venetian mask that seems to be of ohoho use at a ball was also dubious.
Rather than such things, I’d rather wear my number one transformation item, the beard glasses.
Given things, I’d so like a fancy mask that doesn’t exude intimidating air.
I need one with enough friendliness to make people involuntary think: let’s battle with me for a bit.
I wonder if they sell them at the 100-yen store or the convenience store on student street.
Even if they do, they’re probably just joke goods for home parties use, and I get the feeling that the direction is different from the one I’m going for.
Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to make one myself.
If I ask Mikan-senpai and the others, I think they’ll surely be able to make one fine item for me, but if they were to ask me the reason why I want it, I won’t be able to answer it.
Lying or deceiving the Senpais is against my policy.
I’ll just have to make it myself.
It’s done in about five seconds.
At once, I put it on and nonchalantly stroll around the academy grounds.
My vision is a bit restricted, but it is a perfect mask that covers my entire head.
Clad in a paper bag with a hole in it for each eye, I nonchalantly move my legs toward the hallway of the classroom building.
「Ku
 Kukku, kukkukku.」
At the overly natural production of unknown air, I naturally burst into laughter.
With this mask made from the paper bag I got from the purchasing department, I don’t think anyone will be able to tell that it’s me.
Nonchalantly emphasizing my club badge on my chest, I walk down the hallway.
The qualifying round may be in its final stages, but the festive atmosphere is still lingering.
There are more students left in the after school hallway than usual.
Come on now.
Come on now, no need to be shy.
Even if you come at me out of the blue with a punch without reservation, it’s okay.
Our counter-attack preparations are already in place.
And yet, why is no one looking at me, I wonder?
Perhaps they are curious about the trash dropped in the hallway, as they are uniformly looking down.
Could it be ―――
It seems that I’m being too nonchalant that I’m going unnoticed by everyone.
This was one blind spot.
There’s a need for a little bit of nonchalant self-appeal.
Stopping in front of a brown-haired male student with a badge on his chest standing by the window, I nonchalantly do a self-appeal, peering into his face from below.
However, Boy-kun, boasting brown hair and a nice build, wanders his gaze all over the place and goes haa, haa, seemingly on the verge of hyperventilating.
Apparently, he is not feeling well.
Rather, I wonder if it would be better to take him to the health and medical care building.
When I try to lend him a hand, he goes hii, turning around and dashing off to the hallway horizon.
It’s a common occurrence, so I don’t particularly mind, but for him to do such a sudden exercise, I’m worried if he’s going to be alright.
Hmm, I have no choice but to admit it.
That since my mask is so perfect, I’m producing too much natural air.
I should improve it a little.
For the time being, I go into the nearby men’s bathroom so that my identity won’t get revealed.
「Hii, hiiiiiiiii!」
「Awa, haaaaaaaah?!」
A number of male students who have been crowding at the back, smirking and laughing, let out a strange war cry and rush out of the bathroom.
The guy with his pants down and ass bare bounces up and down, making the article in front of him bounce as well.
I think that’s one great streaking performance.
However, for him to jump out of the wide open stall, doesn’t that mean the things he had worked out were also probably left unattended?
Even if it’s for a performance stunt, it’s a bit unacceptable.
As a gentleman, I guess I should clean it up.
「Hmm.」
In a stall at the back of the bathroom, a lone female student is sitting on a Western-style toilet bowl.
With her wrists, twisted behind her back, and her ankles, stretched over the toilet seat, bound with what look like duct tape, she is leaning against the tank with her vacant eyes turned toward the ceiling.
Her wide open crotch is smeared with the remnants of a hardcore play, and obscene graffiti is scribbled with magic marker all over her naked, bare skin.
The girl’s sense of satisfaction seems to be low for a mutually consensual abnormal play, so most likely she was taken in and gang raped by the boys from earlier.
Judging by the degree of humiliation and the weak condition of the girl, she may have been left for about a night here.
Geez, such naughtiness is going overboard.
As a gentleman, I should take care of her humanely here.
Wiping up the remnants roughly with a roll of tissue, I do feel sorry for her, but after letting her wear only my shirt, I carry her on my shoulder out of the bathroom.
「――― There it is! It’s the POP monster from the bulletin.」
「Not good. A student is being held captive.」
「So horrible
. For it to rape and secure a woman without eating her, that means it’s a pretty high ranked human type monster.」
The Senpai sirs, fully armed and brandishing their weapons, have the patches of the tournament executive committee draped around their arms.
It’s just the right timing.
Let’s leave the care of this girl to them.
There seems to be a little bit of mistake in their impression, but no matter, they’ll understand once I explain it to them.