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When he looked closely, he noticed that the area around the boy was sparse, like a vacuum zone.
If it was a deviant whose abnormality was perceivable through their appearance, even average folks would surely be able to instinctively sense the danger, or so he related.
The fact that Bullied-chan from earlier was standing in close proximity to the guy was probably because she had been ensnared by his abnormally twisted lustful poisonous clutches.
It looked like he had to bring down the hammer of educational guidance and rescue the poor girl, he even ended up harboring such an ulterior motive-smeared righteous indignation.
Thinking that he had to take her body measurements thoroughly, the front of his jersey bulged up even more.
「—The foundation of combat technique is the body technique, and then your flesh. But, well, I bet you’ll never understand until you get to actually experience it.」
The line of speech up to this point was the same for every class.
The only difference was who he should choose as the sacrifice.
To make sure that everyone understood what manner of thing a battle against a monster was, he was going to let them have an actual fight.
He was going to show reality to the students who seemed to be dragging the outside world and getting carried away.
「I’m going to show you what a battle against a monster, a battle with life as the bet, is all about… Hey, you.」
Checking left and right, the natural born killer, who seemed to realize that he had been called out, slowly stood up.
「It’s a so-called demonstration. I’ll go easy on you, so go ahead and try to beat me up all you want.」
「… Is it really alright?」
「Yeah. No need to hold back.」
The boy, the eventual punishment subject, whispered Hey, don’t use it, okay? That strange technique too, don’t use it, and so on, but the other boy, who nodded in silence, began to obediently step forward.
If you started with beating up the most pretentious guy in the class, the students would be more likely to obediently listen to what the teacher said.
So that everyone could understand, he was going to teach them their place.
This guy didn’t seem to be the type who acted pretentious in the class, but there was no doubt that he was acknowledged by them all.
Either he was accustomed to fighting, or perhaps….
「Monsters show no etiquette before a fight, you know?!」
He had learned some kind of martial arts.
Still warping the edges of his lips into a grin, he threw a punch at the boy, who was decorously bowing his head.
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「That gym teacher, was it? His gaze was very repulsing!」
Isolated from the rest of the class, Saki had come to take her lunch with Touma and the others.
「The boys in our class were also beaten to pulp until they started crying…. Umm, Danna-sama, are you okay?」
A limp Touma was withering on the table.
「… That was a nasty incident, wasn’t it?」
「Yeah, I couldn’t stand to watch it.」
As Mai and Seiichi were giving the passerby a sidelong glance as if to avert their gazes, Shizuka, with a heap of assorted sandwiches in hand, was silently feeding Touma, who was plopping on the table.
However, for some reason lovey-dovey vibe couldn’t be felt from this aan scene.
「… Sensei told me no need to hold back.」
Ham sandwich, potato sandwich, egg sandwich, during the interval of Shizuka happily feeding sandwich to his mouth, Touma stated his defense.
「I think there are limits to it.」
「Blinding your opponent’s eyes with your first move is just over the top.」
Secretly carrying some dirt from the ground as he stood up, Touma, still with head bowed, threw it at the place where the face of the martial arts training teacher was probably located.
Him bowing his head was not out of etiquettes, but no more than a feint in order not to let his move read through his gaze.
Splendidly making a direct hit on the face, grabbing the arm, which was reflexively moving to cover the face due to the pain in the eyes, then twisting it behind while simultaneously sweeping the legs.
「When it made cracking sound, the girls of the class all screamed, didn’t they?」
「The boys were also freaked out by the follow up yakuza kick, you know. So when you kick someone in the stomach with full power, you’ll make that kind of sound, huh.」
Straddling the martial arts training teacher, who was wriggling and splattering both tears and drool on the floor, Touma took off the jersey jacket and wrapped it around the face as if to pack it, before then continuously hitting the head, which had turned into a dumpling, with the heel of his palms until he ceased moving.
It was the combo he had practiced for his middle school homeroom teacher.
He recalled that it didn’t work in the end, but it worked beautifully this time.
「… You misunderstood. It didn’t break. Only dislocated.」
「That’s not the point, damn it.」
「I think calmly delivering the finishing blow was a no go.」
「You must never stop attacking until they cease moving…. You must never.」
Being fed, Touma, who was chewing with his cheeks stuffed with sandwiches, gazed at Shizuka.
Nodding her head, Shizuka headed to the food counter to purchase more with the emptied plate in hand.
「I guess that shows just how much you wanted to kill that middle school homeroom teacher of yours, but…. Just where did you lean such a fiendish technique?」
「… Saw it on youtube.」
「It’s hard to tell how much of this is a joke. In your case.」
Seeing Touma suddenly raising his body in the presence of the pile of Inari-zushi, Shizuka showed a dissatisfied expression.
Instead of Touma, who began to take things on his own, Shizuka began to feed Saki, who was showing a hungry-looking face.
「I should have told you before. Global truth is scattered through the Internet.」
「For real? Even that manga kenpo called no-tempo?」
Saki, who was a battle holic deep down, seemed to be very interested in it, but being aan by Shizuka and having her cheeks stuffed with inari-zushi, she couldn’t let out words.
As Touma sagely nodded his head in affirmation, Seiichi, showing a serious expression, whispered to him.
「Will I be able to learn it too?」
「No problem.」
The technique that Touma had arbitrarily learned as 『No-tempo strike』 was theoretically simple.
Whenever a person moved, there was always an action called preliminary motion.
For example, when you took a simple step, before the action of you extending your leg forward, there were gestures that were linked to it.
Subconsciously swaying your hands, the muscles of your shoulders moved before your hands swayed, the direction of your waist changed, your gaze shifted, and so on.
Various preliminary motions were interlinked.
The transition from still to moving, it took merely an instant.
For example, when you unleashed seiken-zuki with your right hand.
In order to give it more power, you 『built up』 『momentum』 by spontaneously pulling back your left hand, stepping your leg forward, and rotating your waist.
Or perhaps the holding aloft motion when throwing a ball.
These were the preliminary motions before you were taking actions.
Simply thrusting your set fist forward.
There were preliminary motions even in an action as simple as that.
The shifting of weight under the feet, the shoulders moving before the arms were extended, the contraction of the pupils from the gaze point.
Seiichi, who had studied boxing earnestly, could understand it at bodily sensation level.
It was not an easy sensation to grasp, though, the art of reading the opponent’s actions through their gestures.
You wouldn’t be able to dodge the punch by only looking at your opponent’s gloves.
It was exactly because you were capturing the whole of your opponent, like a bird’s-eyes view, and foreseeing their actions that you were able to dodge it.
Most likely, the sensation perceived varied to each person.
For Seiichi, the easiest way to understand was by relating it to the position of the opponent’s shoulder.
All he had to do was to remove this preliminary motion.
If they couldn’t sense the preliminary motion, they couldn’t predict the action.
In other words, they couldn’t see it.
「Are you an idiot? Rather, that’s impossible, isn’t it?」
「Clear the mind. I see, the essence of Iai… nom.」
Saki, who was fed another inari-zushi even as she was munching on one, seemed to be as gluttonous as Touma and Seiichi.
「I should just do the preliminary motions for unleashing a punch all at once. Or so I thought.」
Most likely, the speed of the punch accelerated in such a manner was on the unperceivable split second realm.
However, that was beyond the perception known as foreseeing.
Human beings were incapable of recognizing what they could not perceive.
This was not some fantasy fairy tale, they were unable to see it at brain mechanism level.
It was exactly because they had trained in martial arts that they couldn’t see it.
It was exactly because they were not amateurs that they couldn’t dodge it.
「It’s just like that jab, polished to be as compact as possible, that seemed to pass through my guard, isn’t it? How do you train on it?」
「First of all, take off your clothes.」
「… I’m asking it seriously, though.」
「So am I. Get naked.」
「Continue please, and promptly.」
「N, nee-sama… umm, I’m almost full, nomm.」
In order to beat up the middle school homeroom teacher who could evade all sorts of attacks, Touma, who challenged to learn No-tempo strike, started off by standing in front of a mirror in nude.
However, he still found the so-called preliminary motions difficult to grasp.
So he decided to record his seiken-zuki with the camera on his computer and check the preliminary motions from the captured video.
In nude.
After that, all he did was perform motion correction by checking the parts of his body that moved before his fist was thrust out and repeating the repetitive motion for eternity.
「I’ve found a kind of motion capture, or rather motion analysis software, so feel free to use it.」
「… It’s unexpectedly high-tech.」
「It took me about three years to come to be able to unleash a thrust like that. Good luck.」
He couldn’t help but get astonished, thinking what a uselessly hard worker this guy was.
「Seiichi. I’ll kick you out of the room if you were to do some sort of weird dance with your dick on the loose. Best regards.」