bookbashuk Chapter 1035 Hachiman Hikigaya: I'm terrifyingly strong now!
Chapter 1035 Hachiman Hikigaya: I'm terrifyingly strong now!
Chapter 1035 Hachiman Hikigaya: I'm terrifyingly strong now!
Kuroda Kaito's withdrawal made the final stage of the selection tournament unpredictable.
Previously, the competition was a round-robin tournament with nine people competing in groups of three, and the top four ranked players were selected. Although this was a great test of physical strength, it also eliminated unnecessary unexpected factors.
Now, the number of players has decreased from nine to eight. This means that if only one round of head-to-head matches is needed, four players can be selected at once.
After forfeiting, Kuroda Kaito sat down on the sidelines, becoming a member of the "circle." He gazed at his two brothers in the arena, showing no concern for them whatsoever.
Although their bond deepened, just as everyone blessed his desire to become a hairstylist, Hikigaya, Zaimokuza, and others were also his companions.
Anyone who can win a match fairly and squarely and thus follow their elder brother onto the field will receive his blessing, as well as a free haircut package from him.
Amidst the intense attention, Kyosuke Hojo appeared thoughtful.
He also prefers a round-robin format with eight players. Whether out of personal considerations or a sense of justice, he hopes that the eight players in front of him can leave without any regrets.
Especially Tamaki Seigen, who relinquished his position as club president from the moment he joined the kendo club, and who has been diligently training ever since, as well as two other third-year club members.
This is their last year; they have only one last chance to win first place in the nation, and it's their only chance in their lives.
Some idiots with dark minds always gossip behind his back, saying that he is obsessed with women and has a serious bias towards women over men, but they don't know that he also deeply loves these lovely subordinates.
He really didn't want them to go on with regrets in the next stage of their lives. Even if they lost, they could hold their heads high and shout, "I have burned out!"
He hopes that everyone around him can have the best possible life.
Most of the time he was a pushover.
Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was standing next to her, didn't say anything more at this moment. She silently sipped her beer, her eyes occasionally falling on the boy next to her who was a head taller than her.
What was he thinking?
Shizuka Hiratsuka became curious.
The incident involving Kuroda Kaito had greatly shocked her.
Young people stand at a crossroads in their lives, facing difficult choices.
Brotherhood, the direction for the future...
I've been a teacher for many years, served as a homeroom teacher several times, and provided guidance to students on their academic paths, but...
She had never encountered a situation like this before.
When Kuroda Kaito knelt before Hojo Kyosuke, raised his head, and shouted with all his might, "I really love hairdressing," Hiratsuka Shizuka felt as if her heart had been struck heavily by a bronze bell in a temple.
She saw longing in Kuroda Kaito's bright eyes. The boy, who had already decided on his life, stood at the crossroads of his future, yearning for recognition and blessings from another person who was incredibly important in his life.
Kyosuke Hojo
This young delinquent student who became the biggest gangster boss in Tokyo, this rascal who pretended to be a high school student to fool his best friend, this scumbag who flirted with many girls, this bastard who was determined to correct his twisted personality...
He originally...
In other people's hearts, he is such a great figure.
On the left, Hojo Kyosuke stood tall and imposing, while Kuroda Kaito knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with fanaticism.
The scene was almost like Noah standing at the bow of the ark, holding up his scepter and urging the animals to get on board.
Respect, trust, dependence, admiration...
Hiratsuka Shizuka could almost find all those emotions in Kuroda Kaito at that time. If it weren't for the age discrepancy, she would have suspected that the guy was Hojo's illegitimate son.
but……
Kyosuke Hojo did not betray the other party's trust.
Even Hiratsuka Shizuka, the great teacher who sacrificed love for the cause of education (lol), had to admit that even if she were in Hojo Kyosuke's shoes, she couldn't have done any better.
How reassured Kuroda must have felt when he grabbed Kuroda's shoulder with his large, bony hand and lifted him up?
As he looked around, he said, "This is clearly the time in a person's life when their energy, creativity, and even emotions are at their peak, yet everyone squanders it like fools. It's really frustrating. But that's youth, there's nothing we can do about it."
Hiratsuka Shizuka felt her blood boiling, as if she had instantly returned to those youthful years.
Needless to say, what follows is even more obvious.
"Your actions today are meaningful. Your life, with its clear goals and the efforts you've made, will inspire another person, or a group of people. Their lives will be inspired by yours, today, or at the latest tomorrow. In short, someone will benefit from you."
Because of your dream of becoming a hairstylist!
"I approve of your dream! Now, stand tall! Kaito Kuroda."
"With my approval, Kyosuke Hojo's approval, and the blessings of your brothers and sisters, go and become the world's greatest hairstylist!"
Without exaggeration, I wanted to pick up a pair of scissors and become a hairstylist right then and there.
Damn it, why is this guy so good at showing off!
Handsome, quirky, and exhilarating, yet full of the wisdom of an elder, everyone can find their place and answers in his words, whether it's Kuroda seeking answers or Hatake and Hikigaya who don't intend to end their carefree youth.
I wish I could say it!
I was wearing a white lab coat... oops! A white trench coat!
Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't believe how cool it would be if she flung her clothes around while saying those words.
And another thing, how on earth does this guy manage to deliver such cheesy lines with such passion?
At that moment, she felt as if she were reading her favorite fighting comic book. Her small black feet gripped the wooden floor tightly, and a tingling sensation ran through her heart. She wanted to scream.
Kyosuke Hojo did not disappoint Kaito Kuroda's respect. Shizuka Hiratsuka clearly saw that as he spoke these words, Kaito Kuroda's already bright eyes became even more dazzling, as if they were filled with two searchlights.
Hiratsuka Shizuka was filled with envy. If she could have staged such a performance with her students during her teaching career, she would definitely write this story on her tombstone.
Wait a minute, what if I could teach Hojo Kyosuke a lesson...?
I taught this guy, whom everyone trusted, until he knelt before me, looking up at me, sobbing and shouting, "Hiratsuka-sensei! I really... I really want to be a monk!!!"
Wahahahahahaha—
"Hey, Ms. Jing, your drool is on my feet, it's disgusting. Could you please shut your mouth for a moment?"
Huh? Hmm?!
Hiratsuka Shizuka was jolted awake from her reverie and turned to look in the direction of the sound, where she saw Hojo Kyosuke with a look of disgust on his face.
She first abruptly raised her hand to wipe her mouth, then quickly looked down at the ground, and what she saw instantly enraged her:
"What the hell! What nonsense are you spouting, you brat? I'm more than a meter away from you, how could my saliva possibly drip onto your feet!"
Hojo Kyosuke didn't say anything, but simply lifted his foot and gently stomped twice.
piapia…………
A distinct sound of liquid sticking between the soles of the feet and the ground could be heard.
"..."
Hiratsuka Shizuka looked down and her expression instantly turned awkward.
A water stain could be seen running from her feet to Kyosuke Hojo's feet.
My saliva... is there really that much?
Kyosuke Hojo, standing nearby, spoke again:
"Although I tried my best to convince myself that stepping on Hiratsuka-sensei's saliva was the same as putting my foot in her mouth, my germaphobia couldn't accept it; it told me..."
"Ptooey! What do you mean by shoving your feet into my mouth? I'll bite all your toes off!"
Hiratsuka Shizuka quickly interrupted, then swiftly moved a meter to the side, her expression stern as she rebuked, "It's clearly your sweaty feet, yet you're framing me! Hojo, you need to go to the hospital for a checkup; this is a very serious condition!"
Kyosuke Hojo glanced at the guy helplessly, then turned away and ignored him.
I don't know what he's thinking all day long. Just now he wanted to discuss with the other party what to do now, after all, Teacher Jing is, after all, the title of mentor.
When I turned around, I saw this guy with a silly grin on his face, drooling as if he was thinking of something.
Kyosuke Hojo can now "smell" Shizuka Hiratsuka's scent, the scent of barley juice; no wonder he became friends with Yukino and Haruno.
He turned to the crowd and announced, "We'll continue with the round-robin format as before, with the top four scorers..."
"Chief!"
Suddenly, Hata Goro raised his hand and interrupted.
This scene is quite rare. It took Hojo Kyosuke a long time to correct his habit of frequently bowing deeply and making a dogeza (a traditional Japanese gesture of kneeling in apology) and bowing at a 90-degree angle. It was simply impossible for anyone to interrupt him while he was speaking.
"What?" he asked.
Hatake Goro shrank back, but after glancing at Kuroda Kaito on the sidelines, he raised his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Let's draw lots and have a 1v1 life-or-death battle!"
His words were like a switch being flipped, and Mitsuhashi Ryoma stepped forward and said, "That's right, Commander-in-Chief, let's cleanly and decisively determine the winner!"
Even Vice Minister Tamaki Aonobu stepped forward with a resolute and indignant expression, as if he were about to sacrifice himself for the cause at any moment.
"I agree! The competition is not only a contest of skill and physical strength, but also a contest of luck!"
I've waited three years for this opportunity. Now, my luck is at its peak!
Tamaki Seigen, the former captain who led all the members of the kendo club to kneel and sit in protest at the school building, and with shamelessness, a desperate determination, and a little help from Yamauchi Sakura, managed to get Hojo Kyosuke to join the kendo club.
It also underwent a tremendous transformation.
I am not weak, nor am I an outcast in the pride; I will fight just as fiercely.
Only those who have reached the pinnacle of luck, skill, physical strength, and everything else are qualified to follow behind Hojo and fight alongside him to achieve victory.
Tamaki Aonobu made up his mind when he decided to put Hojo Kyosuke on the ministerial seat.
"Yeah……"
Kyosuke Hojo nodded at everyone.
"Is that what you're thinking...?"
Meeting that deep gaze, Hachiman Hikigaya nodded vigorously. What Vice-Minister Tamaki said was exactly what he was thinking.
The idiot who read comics and became a hero, only to have his nose broken and be hospitalized, is dead. Now I am—
He worked his hardest to get into a high school focused on college entrance exams, hoping to improve his competitiveness and win the battle for a rich wife in the future so he could become a happy stay-at-home husband. However, on the first day of school, he saw the name "Kyosuke Hojo" on the class assignment list, belonging to Hachiman Hikigaya.
Fate has changed.
I was chosen as the demonstration puppet in every practice session, taking the most hits and being slashed so many times...
Am I really that unlucky compared to others?!
Me too!! I've been waiting for so many years!!!
"Let's risk everything! Let's settle this once and for all—!!"
Hachiman Hikigaya, abandoning his usual lewd demeanor, raised his scarred bamboo sword and screamed hysterically.
Yi Hui, the woodworker, also raised his bamboo knife and let out a strange, pig-like squeal.
The other kendo club members who had already been eliminated also roared, for the duel between swordsmen was full of surprises.
"Let's settle this once and for all!!"
Looking at his subordinates, who were now all ablaze, Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but smirk.
"That's it, I'll grant your request!"
He said.
Hiratsuka Shizuka, who had already "quietly" wiped the drool off Hojo Kyosuke's kendo hakama, quickly jumped out.
"Me! Me! Me! I'll be in charge of drawing lots!"
Seriously, they're supposed to be instructors, they should at least show some participation! That's going too far!
The draw results came out quickly, and to Kuroda Kaito's relief, his two good friends didn't end up together. Like Zaimokuza, they were each matched up against a third-year senior.
The ending was already decided; there was no suspense whatsoever.
Tamaki Aohiro, by bringing in Hojo Kyosuke to reform the kendo club's vice-captain, won the lottery for Hikigaya Hachiman.
When Hatake Goro began his own competition, Tamaki Aonobu approached Hikigaya Hachiman.
Gazing at his junior, Tamaki Aohiro sighed, "Hajime..."
Alas--
Hachiman shuddered and quickly said, "Vice Minister, please don't call me that!"
Tamaki Aohiro, who was about to say some opening remarks, was taken aback and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
What's wrong? This is a nickname only Totsuka can use!
He thought to himself, but just said quietly, "It's nothing."
Tamaki Seigen didn't delve into it further; he simply smiled.
"You've changed so much since the beginning of the semester."
"what happened?"
Now it was Hachiman's turn to be puzzled. He looked down and didn't feel any change in himself. If you wanted to know why, you could tell from his still perfect, undefeated single life.
Previously, I possessed all the "characteristics that girls don't like," but any slight change made me popular with girls—this is irrefutable proof!
"Huh? Didn't you notice it yourself?"
Tamaki Aohiro smiled in surprise:
"Back then, even though you joined the kendo club in junior high, you were still a bit sleazy. Your neck was always tucked into your chest, your back was hunched, your eyes had no sparkle, you were afraid to make eye contact with anyone, you subconsciously walked close to the wall, and if you bumped into someone, you wanted to kneel down and apologize immediately. When you spoke, you spoke in a soft voice as if you had kidney deficiency and lacked energy, and your face was gloomy..."
"Yeah!!!"
Hachiman Hikigaya stepped forward and shoved his hand, which had been soaked and dried repeatedly with sweat, into Tamaki Aonobu's mouth, his dead fish eyes filled with terror.
"Hurry up and graduate, Vice-Captain Tamaki! I'll throw you a super grand farewell party!"
He pleaded, "My God, how can there be such a pervert who pays so much attention to someone as insignificant as me?"
Wait, wait...did Vice-Minister Tamaki call me that like Ayaka did before? Could it be that he likes me too?
Huh? Oh!
也！
So, the angel likes me?
Although I'm absolutely certain I'm male and attracted to women, and even though training is incredibly tough, I still watch ten minutes of inappropriate videos every day after I get home to maintain my masculine energy, but...
That's a chameleon!
He's an angelic boy!
Ahem, no, that's not the point right now.
Hikigaya tried to bring his wandering thoughts back, but found that his mind was filled with images of Ayaka timidly lowering her head, looking up at him.
Okay, okay, okay...so cute!
Wait a minute, could this be one of Vice Minister Tamaki's tricks? What a cunning old man!
Hachiman gasped for breath, struggling to break free from this despicable illusion.
Then he realized that the reason he was breathing heavily was because Vice Minister Tamaki, whose mouth was covered, was struggling.
"Pah! You bastard! Are you trying to kill me with your sweat? What a despicable tactic!"
Tamaki Aonobu spat out saliva, his mouth now filled with the smell of Hachiman's sweaty hands and the wrapping material of the sword hilt.
"Hehe, you saw right through me~"
Hachiman chuckled and said that although it was ridiculous, he wouldn't take his inner rants and fantasies as reality. If you asked why, it would have to come up with a certain girl, but since everyone was too familiar with her, there was no need to torture himself with it again.
In short, I, Hachiman Hikigaya, have a very thorough and detailed experience with all kinds of tragic events!
Tamaki Aonobu rinsed his mouth with water and felt a little better. He wanted to curse a few more times, but seeing Hachiman Hikigaya scratching his head and grinning foolishly, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Seeing you so energetic now makes me very happy. I truly feel that it was absolutely the right thing to ask Lord Hojo to take charge of the kendo club."
At this crucial moment in high school, second only to the final exams, facing the juniors who could determine whether his youth would be without regrets, Tamaki Aonobu felt countless emotions surging within him.
He raised his hand and put it on Hikigaya's shoulder, wanting to imitate Hojo's words, but he couldn't think of anything to say no matter how hard he tried. He felt that all his emotions were contained in what Hojo had said before.
"Let's do it!"
In the end, that's all he shouted, patting his junior's shoulder forcefully.
Whether he wins or loses, he has no regrets about his youth!
Tamaki Seigen stood up and left, worried that he might affect the mindset of his juniors.
On the field, the battle between Hatake Goro and the third-year students was extremely fierce.
Shouts and the cracking sounds of bamboo knives clashing echoed continuously. The third-grade boy's face was contorted with rage, each strike seemingly made with his life on the line.
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