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It was early morning, the sun just peeking over the horizon.

Kaede was compelled to open her eyes, but not by the gentle morning light. It was the sound of grunts that roused her.

“54… 55… 56…!” a voice grunted nearby.

Confused, Kaede turned her head and saw her son on the floor doing pushups.

“Hiroki…?” she murmured softly. Meanwhile, Yuuto was completely absorbed in his workout.

‘Three hours… This is the final set… Come on… just four more reps…!’

He was shirtless, having already removed his IV, his body glistening with sweat as steam rose from him with each determined push.

“Hiroki?” She called, confused.

Yuuto abruptly halted his workout.

‘Damn it. Did I wake her up? Now she’s going to hassle me back to the hospital bed…’ He thought as he glanced her way.

“Oh, good morning, m—” He began, but he couldn’t finish his sentence as Kaede rushed over and embraced him tightly, her ponytail resting on his shoulder.

“W-wait, I’m sweaty and—”

“I’m so glad… I’m so glad you woke up… I was so worried…!” She whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung to the still-steaming Yuuto.

‘What is this…? She’s the type of woman to abandon her son for a moment of pleasure… She isn’t the type to cry like this… I know it!’ He thought, his eyes widening in confusion as she held him even tighter.

‘Stop it… Why are you hugging him like this? You’ll throw him out as soon as you find some new fling, won’t you? Stop this pretense. It’s disgusting!’ He thought, his teeth clenched in frustration.

“Thank God… Thank God you’re okay…!” she murmured.

Yuuto looked down, uncertain what to make of it as Kaede knelt, still holding him tightly on the floor.

‘Well, I suppose she’s only like this because she hasn’t found someone new yet. With Veiny Turd gone, Hiroki’s time with her just got a little longer. Either way, it doesn’t really affect me if she leaves or kicks me out of the house. She’s not MY mother, after all… For now, I guess I’ll play along.’

He thought, reluctantly embracing her back.

‘Just for now…’

The day progressed as usual. Doctors came in to examine Yuuto, and after a stern reprimand for exercising instead of resting, he cooperated with every test. Surprisingly, all results indicated his body was even more robust than before. Soon after, Yuuto and Kaede left the hospital.

“Hiroki,” Kaede said as she navigated the car, with Yuuto sitting beside her in the passenger seat on their way home.

“Yeah?” Yuuto responded, gazing forward.

“Your earring…! Where is it?” she asked, glancing briefly at him while driving.

“Oh. It was getting in the way, so I tossed it,” he replied nonchalantly, resting his elbow by the window and continuing to look ahead.

Her eyebrows rose in surprise.

“In the way…?”

“It started to feel uncomfortable, so I took it out and threw it away. Why?” he asked, still not turning to face her.

‘Was it a keepsake, maybe? She seems taken aback…’ Yuuto pondered.

“No reason… It was just uncomfortable, you say?” she repeated, her voice tinged with confusion as she glanced at him again.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his eyes fixed on the road.

Kaede then met his gaze, noticing a calmness and steadiness she hadn’t seen before.

‘He seems… more mature, somehow.’

She quickly turned her attention back to driving.

“I see. Good to hear,” she said, smiling slightly.

“Good to hear?”

“Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it, sweetie,” she replied cheerfully.

Several more minutes passed in silence. Neither Hiroki nor Kaede spoke.

‘…He’s usually more talkative than this,’ she thought.

“Hiroki. Do you want to tell mommy what happened?” she asked gently.

“No,” Yuuto replied casually.

Kaede flinched at Yuuto’s abrupt and terse response, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel momentarily.

“Right… I see. We’ll talk about it later, then,” she responded softly.

‘…He could still be in shock. That’s understandable. I’m used to seeing that boy get hurt, but never like what I saw three days ago.’ She bit her lip, the memory of Hiroki covered in blood on the hospital bed three days ago vividly resurfacing in her mind.

“Hiroki,” she called again.

“What now?”

‘She’s annoying,’ Yuuto thought irritably.

“Next time people come looking for a fight like that… Please… just run. You don’t have to prove anything, not to me or anyone else. Just don’t get hurt… Okay?” she pleaded softly.

“….Okay,” Yuuto replied.

‘Okay? Just that? He’d usually argue about needing to replace my husband and be our protector… and I’d have to calm him down… He’s more shocked than I realized. I should treat him to a warm meal today.’ She set her mind.

They made it home.

‘Oh, good. Maybe whatever happened at school was a good thing. I actually found out where this kid lives.’ He thought as he followed Kaede into the house.

SOMEWHERE… NEW ENEMIES EMERGE…

??? (Speaker 1): “That big idiot just went ahead and got caught…”

??? (Speaker 2): “What can you do about it? He was just a hotheaded high-schooler.”

??? (Speaker 3): “Well, because of that hotheaded high-schooler, the drug’s existence was exposed. Cops found it on him. Now what!?”

??? (Speaker 1): “Now what? We continue as usual. We’ll deal with the police once we need to. Besides… In a few months, even the police force won’t be able to refuse working with us.”

??? (Speaker 2): “There’s that, true.”

??? (Speaker 3): “We just have to get big enough… It also isn’t the only school in existence.”

??? (Speaker 1): “Alright. I’ll take your word for it. Just make sure your next guy doesn’t mess it up due to a power trip.”

??? (Speaker 2): “Hahaha, I’ll try my best. After all… Once someone uses it on someone… They just can’t help but get into that power trip. Hehehe…”

…AND POSSIBLE NEW ALLIES…

??? (Curious Observer): “sigh, you’re watching that wimp’s video again?”

??? (Amused Watcher): “Can’t help but doing it. It’s so good. Look how he’s holding the baseball bat, aiming it towards that giant. Does he think it’s an anime or something? What a riot~…”

??? (Curious Observer): “I’ll admit, he has some tiny potential… But nothing to gawk at. I could take him and his baseball bat with one arm.”

??? (Amused Watcher): “One arm? You’re selling yourself short.”

??? (Curious Observer): “I meant, one arm while I’m holding back. Full strength, all I need is a finger.”

??? (Amused Watcher): “Full strength… Now who’s going all anime about it?”

??? (Curious Observer): “Chsche, you bastard!!”

??? (Amused Watcher): “Still…. I like him. I wanna meet him!”

??? (Curious Observer): “Haaah… You’ll just end up disappointed, like with the last one, I tell you. He’s just another show-off who got lucky.”

??? (Amused Watcher): “Hmm… Maybe. But showing off in an interesting way like that. My mind is set. I wanna meet him so bad! Also, Akito said he liked him too!”

??? (Curious Observer): “Whatever. I gave up trying to talk you or that lazy-ass bastard off things a while ago. I’mma go eat.”

Yuuto felt a surge of excitement over the beaten transfer student. ‘Now… Why shouldn’t I kill him?’ His excitement fused with Hiroki’s anger as he picked up a nearby rock. He raised it high, arm fully extended, teeth clenched, aiming for the back of the transfer student’s head. He roared as he swung his arm down.

“W-wait… This… This is too much!” Nao noticed Yuuto’s intense gaze and where he was aiming. Panic washed over her, cold sweat trickling down her face. “H-HEY, HE’S ALREADY PARALYZED FOR LIFE, HIROKI! YOU WON! HE CAN’T DO ANYTHING ON HIS OWN ANYMORE! THIS IS GOING TOO FAR!” Rise yelled, watching his next move.

Yuuto halted just before striking the transfer student’s head, the image of Rise, Nao, and Rise’s admirer coming into view.

‘…Juvie, Yuuto… Juvie… Calm down,’ he thought, his muscles gradually relaxing. He glanced at the beaten transfer student, seeing him unconscious and immobile.
‘I already overdid it by crushing his groin. He may look like a mature man, but he’s just a kid. A shitty kid, but a kid nonetheless.’

‘Why didn’t I stop after breaking his back? I could have ended it there, but I let him catch me, like a dumbass high on energy drinks.’

Rise’s male friend and the other beaten seniors on the ground clutched their crotches, looking away from the transfer student.

‘Even without the groin hit, he’s paralyzed from the waist down now with a broken back. He won’t ever use his legs, let alone his dick again,’ Yuuto thought, exhaling deeply.

‘And this isn’t some miracle fighting manga where a Chinese martial artist can un-vegetable people with 4000-year-old sugar water and love. I made him a cripple for life. Fortunately, I can still pass this off as self-defense and avoid prison. That wouldn’t have been possible if I had hit his head just now,’ he thought, looking at the school building and noticing several security cameras pointed at the group.

“…Phew,” he muttered, his grip weakening as the rock slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He breathed heavily, staring down at the giant’s body before him.

One of the seniors pulled out a phone, anxiously calling for an ambulance.

Yuuto weakly turned his head toward the senior whose arm he had dislocated. ‘At least they have some sense in this manga world… But I can’t go to a hospital just yet!’

“This guy… didn’t do it!” Rise murmured in relief, her body loosening as she peed herself.

Yuuto raised his gaze, locking eyes with Nao. She gulped and froze in place. ‘I still owe that sellout whore an eyepoke… I’ll rip her eye out, even if it’s the last thing I do… Somehow, I’ll pass it off as self-defense too…!’ Yuuto thought, his mind spiraling as he stumbled towards them.

The male student immediately fled. “M-monster!” he screamed as he ran off the school grounds.

‘That pathetic bastard!’ Rise raged internally as she watched her friend run away.

Rise got to her soaked feet and started dragging Nao away, her eyes locked on Yuuto. “H-hurry, he looks like he’s going to kill us!” she urged as Yuuto staggered toward them.

Nao’s mind was blank as she stared at Yuuto while being dragged away.

‘Damn it, my vision’s all messed up. I can’t tell if they’re gone… I’m losing strength…’ Yuuto thought as he collapsed, hitting the ground just after Nao and Rise escaped the school grounds. The sound of sirens echoed in the distance.

‘Wait, there’s still faculty in…. the school. No way no one heard us. How come… no teacher came out….. to stop us…’ Yuuto thought as his consciousness faded to black.

Three days passed. The transfer student had indeed been crippled. Even if his manhood could be repaired, he no longer had feeling in the area.

The seniors tried to twist the story, putting all the blame on Hiroki. However, an anonymous tip, along with footage revealing the truth, exposed them. The seniors were found guilty and suspended.

As for the transfer student, paramedics discovered a bag of white powder on him. Upon examination, it was identified as an experimental aphrodisiac drug, a potent one that alters the brain’s chemical structure. He was arrested and brought into custody for further investigations, as this kind of drug was the first of its kind.

When questioned, Nao claimed she wanted to stop the transfer student but couldn’t. Rise and her male admirer backed her story. She then lied, stating that she and the transfer student hadn’t been in physical contact.

As for Hiroki (Yuuto), who was thought to have several internal injuries and bleeding on the way to the hospital, the examination revealed that his condition wasn’t as severe as initially believed.

His sister returned from her trip, explaining her absence on that day. During the three days Yuuto was unconscious, his mother stayed by his side, never sleeping.

In those three days, Yuuto’s recovery was noted in medical records. It was unclear how his body healed so quickly. All they needed now was for him to wake up.

Yuuto regained consciousness in the middle of the night. The first thing he saw was the clock on the counter beside his bed.

“Three days, huh…?” he murmured as he turned his gaze to the other side, noticing Kaede, sitting on a chair and resting her head on the bed. Bags just below her eyes.

He looked at her, deep in thought.

‘This world really is an NTR world,’ he concluded. ‘How else can a mother, who stays with her child in the hospital like this, be the same person who sends that child her own sex tape, and moans about being someone’s cum dumpster before being a loving mother?’

‘…There is no logical explanation. None at all,’ he thought, looking solemnly at her sleeping form.

He gazed at his small hand.

‘Even though this kid is just a pathetic, selfish wimp, he doesn’t deserve to live in a world where this stuff is normal.’ He clenched his fist.

‘I may have taken down veiny turd, but I’m still in this NTR manga world. Does this mean there’s more work to be done? That this isn’t over yet?’ he pondered as he got out of bed, careful not to wake Kaede. He dragged the IV stand attached to his forearm and walked to the bathroom.

After relieving himself, he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

‘All those bruises… almost entirely gone. Just a bit of swelling here and there, but mostly healed… in just three days? Is that just how his body works? Or does it have something to do with me transmigrating to this world?’ He touched his face where his injuries had been, noticing his black eye had completely vanished.

‘Maybe this hospital is just that good, huh.’ He let out a small chuckle.

‘This isn’t a dream. I’m really here. So, if I’m here to stay…’

He glanced at his hair.

‘I’m gonna do it not looking like a failed lab experiment. The hair’s obviously dyed… I’ll dye it black again,’ he noted, seeing black roots showing through.

‘Given his father and sister were blonde, it makes sense for Hiroki to be blonde too… But he had dark hair all along? Hmm… I’ll think about that later.’ He then glanced at his piercings. ‘…These have to go. They must be important to this kid since they kept them on even in the hospital.’

He casually removed the piercings from his ear.

‘But they’re not important to me. They’re in the way.’

‘And… More than anything…’ he thought, looking at his thin body.

“I need to bulk the fuck up.”

I know I’ve said it before, but seriously — this chapter contains mature themes and graphic violence. Proceed with caution.

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AT HIROKI’S HOME…

“Jeez… That kid is late, and he doesn’t answer his phone,” Kaede, Hiroki’s mother, muttered, glancing at the time.

“He’s making me worry like this…” she sighed.

‘Honey, you’re still watching over him, right?’ she thought, gazing at the picture of her late husband.

But just as she tried to relax, the frame suddenly cracked.

“Honey…!?” she called, startled.

“Hiroki, please come back soon,” she whispered, clutching her chest in worry.

BACK AT SCHOOL…

‘I’m not sure how I’m still conscious,’ Yuuto thought as he made his way to his bag. ‘My feet are numb. Considering I was already beaten up today, this weakness… anemia. I probably have internal injuries since I can’t stop coughing up blood.’

His breath was ragged, obstructed by blood in his airways and throat, heavy and labored with each small movement. ‘I’m practically in critical condition. Hiroki’s weak body isn’t built to take this much of a beating,’ he reflected, reaching his bag and struggling to crouch down.

He unzipped the bag, briefly glancing at the seniors he’d defeated earlier.

‘…Good thing they’re just dumb seniors playing gangsters. With these injuries, they won’t dare fight back again, being the brats that they are. It would have been a different story if they were adults, hell-bent on killing me… Even with those injuries I gave them, a grown up fighter have charged right at me… I lucked out,’ he thought, clicking his tongue in frustration.

The screams and howls of the pained students he had taken down earlier faded into the background as they writhed in agony on the ground.

‘If I fall here, I’ll lose everything, just like that pathetic Hiroki did. This will probably end just like in the manga. That veiny turd is as good as new with his sturdy body, while I’m barely hanging on.’

He coughed up more blood as Nao, Rise, and the male student watched, holding their breath.

‘But you know what? This is still the best day ever,‘ he thought, gripping the handle inside the bag.

‘Because…’ He pulled a wooden baseball bat out of the bag, rising to a standing position.

“Because cough I’m Yuuto Sakurai…. And I’m the Anti-NTR Man….! And I get to baseball an ugly bastard in another world…!!” he declared to himself, his voice raspy and unclear as he brazenly pointed the bat at the towering transfer student with a big smile on Yuuto’s face. The setting sun highlighting his features at it rested just above his shoulder.

‘There’s… There’s no way… This guy’s actually Hiroki…!’ Nao mused to herself, her eyes playing tricks on her as she briefly saw someone else’s image where the golden-haired boy stood, wielding the baseball bat.

“Not fair… That’s cheating,” the transfer student mocked.
“I’m cough sorry, but that’s the richest thing you’ve… cough said. You sure you want these to be your last words?” Yuuto taunted, coughing up blood with every breath as he smiled widely.

‘Stop it. Why are you risking your life for this? Why aren’t you cowering like the wimp you are?’ Nao thought, clutching her chest, her confusion mounting with frustration. ‘Stop fighting. You can’t win! You’ll… you’ll really die this time!’

“Hey, slut,” Yuuto interrupted, his voice breaking into her thoughts and startling her.

“Why do you look like you’re grieving? Save it for… cough… yourself… once I’m done with this bastard,” Yuuto muttered with steady eyes and an unsettling calmness.

‘How? How can you look like that? How do you still have those eyes? Who are you!!?’ Nao wondered, speechless, her mind struggling to piece together his unfaltering confidence.

“You… cough… act like you care about what’s happening to this body, given who you are. Disgusting. Well… I’ll give you that; Hiroki cough had a bigger pussy than yours… and he was more of a bastard than you, veiny turd… he just cough lacked the build and confidence.”

“W-what… What are you…?” Nao stammered, baffled by Yuuto’s words as she tried to discern their meaning.

Meanwhile, the transfer student merely chuckled, his gaze twisted with a leer as he thought of Nao’s bare body and Hiroki’s family.

“Pfft… I’ll think about this after I fuck your mom and sister on your tombstone. Since that baseball bat of yours is too weak to do anything to me…” the transfer student sneered, licking his lips as he strode toward the battered Yuuto.

“Hey, veiny turd,” Yuuto called, tilting his head.

“I’ve been cough meaning to ask… but what’s up with you licking your damn cough lips all the time? From a cannibal tribe? Hungry after seeing my blood or something?” Yuuto taunted, smirking.

“You bastard!” The transfer student rushed at him in full force, his eyes wide with intensity, appearing like a rolling boulder as he charged Yuuto.
Yuuto closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and coughing up more blood before exhaling.

‘He’s… Hiroki’s… dead…’ Nao thought, instinctively looking away.

Yuuto’s eyes flew open wide, and the transfer student was an inch away from planting his massive fist into Yuuto’s face.

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‘KNEE.’

Yuuto ducked, disappearing from the transfer student’s view.

“What the…?!” The transfer student shouted as intense pain suddenly flared in his kneecap.

“ARRGH!” A bone snapped as Yuuto struck with his baseball bat, then swiftly rolling to get behind the transfer student.

‘ANKLE.’

Yuuto then stood up and swung his baseball bat downward hard against the transfer student’s ankle.

Another cracking sound echoed. Of both the transfer student’s bones, and the wooden baseball-bat beginning to crack.

“GRRRRUUUAAA!” He screamed as the bones in his ankle cracked and punctured blood vessels.

“N-no way… This… This is… This isn’t really… happening… Right?” Rise murmured, falling back in disbelief at the sight of the colossal transfer student being brought to the ground.

“I…Ah..” Nao muttered, unable to believe her eyes.

‘LOWER BACK.’

Yuuto drove his baseball-bat’s handle at the transfer student’s lower back as hard as he could, snapping it.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEHHHHHHHHHHKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK…..!!!” The transfer student shrieked, losing all sensation in his legs and lower torso.

The transfer student, in a rush of panic, swung his fist backward, hoping to hit Yuuto. Yuuto dodged, moving out of range – then catching the transfer’s frantically thrown fist when it reached the end of its trajectory, keeping it stretched with one hand.

‘SHOULDER.’

Yuuto brought the baseball bat’s handle down on the transfer student’s hyperextended shoulder, easily snapping it.

“GRRRRAAAAAHHH!” He howled in agony. Yuuto then rolled to the front of the transfer student.

‘CHIN!’

He swung the strained and cracked wooden bat upwards, striking the transfer student’s chin and sending him flying backward as the baseball bat shattered. Blood and wood chips sprayed into the sky as the transfer student tumbled back, yet he still refused to fall. He glared intensely at Yuuto, using all his remaining strength to close in on him with a primal roar.

“RUUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” he howled, using his good arm to latch onto Yuuto’s throat.

‘GOT YOU… I’LL CRUSH YOUR FUCKING NECK!’

Yuuto smirked.

‘And lastly…!’ he thought, fueled by euphoria.

His malicious grin widened as the transfer student applied pressure to his neck.

But as Yuuto felt the pressure building, he drove the broken end of the bat into the student’s groin with all his remaining might.

‘CASTRATION SERVICES, FREE OF CHARGE, FUCKBOY!!!!’ Yuuto thought as the jagged wood pierced the flesh and blood vessels in the transfer student’s manhood and family jewels.

“OOH….” The transfer student gasped, losing consciousness instantly. His grip on Yuuto’s neck loosened, and Yuuto stared into his eyes as the student succumbed to shock.

As he felt the transfer student start to collapse, Yuuto stepped aside, leaving the broken bat embedded in his groin while blood began to trickle down. His entire body weight pressing on it as he lay defeated on his stomach, the broken baseball bat was sandwiched between the ground and his groin, keeping the transfer student’s bottom in the air.

“Ho… Holy… S-shit… H-he… This guy… Actually… He really…” Rise murmured, unable to finish a sentence as she stared at the unbelievable sight: the tiny Yuuto towering over the boulder-sized transfer student.

“Haaah… Haaa!” Rise’s male friend gasped, fear consuming him as he shivered.

“Hiro… Ki… Y-you… Ah…” Nao stuttered. Her reasons for siding with the transfer student, her prejudices… all vanished like dust in the wind.

‘You… Really… Changed… Are you even… Hiroki?’ Nao thought, bewildered, as she watched, frozen in place.

Somewhere, out of sight and out of mind, someone was watching the scene unfold from beginning to end. They didn’t move a muscle, following every move…

???: “Hoo…? There was someone this interesting around here…?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

“He’s weak! Strike him all at once!” one of the students shouted, swinging a fist at Yuuto.

‘It’s slow,’ Yuuto thought, dodging the punch, the attacker’s knuckles grazing his cheek.

‘Damn it… My body’s not responding the way I want it to. Veiny Turd was slow, so it wasn’t a problem earlier…!!’

Yuuto barely had time to recover before another student lunged, kicking him hard in the ribs. He doubled over in pain, coughing up blood as he delivered a Phoenix Eye fist to the senior’s jawline, cutting off his breath and causing him to fall over.

‘That’s one! Now I have to—’ Yuuto’s thoughts were interrupted as he tried to shift his focus to another student, but was met with a knee to the face from a third attacker approaching from his blind side. The world spun as Yuuto stumbled back, barely managing to block a third punch aimed at his jaw.

‘Damn it… This body! I beat those three in the bathroom because of the tight space… But even I don’t have eyes in the back of my head! Damn it, focus! I could take on 20 grown men in my world… Hiroki, you son of a whore, trained this body every day, my ass!’ Yuuto struggled.

‘See? I knew it, Hiroki. He doesn’t even need to interfere. You being this weak is just a fact. You chose this when you decided to go against nature the way you did. Now, because you didn’t apologize, he’s going to destroy you and take everyone you love away. Whatever you said earlier was just a bluff,’ Nao thought, satisfied.

“Holy shit, he’s getting destroyed… HEY, FREAK! THIS IS WHAT YOU DESERVE FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY BROTHER!” Rise shouted, standing beside Nao and her male friend.

“Y-YEAH! YOU’RE JUST A WOMAN-BEATER SHOW-OFF! YOU’RE GETTING WHAT YOU DESERVE FOR WHAT YOU DID TO NAO-CHAN!” he shouted.

“Hey, you two… this is hard for me to watch… stop it,” Nao murmured.
“Ah, right, ‘kay Naocchi,” Rise said.
“Our Nao-chan is so kind…” the guy added.

‘That snaky girl. She knows exactly what’s up and enjoys every minute of it. I see you, girly. Not that I hate what I’m seeing either, so it’s all good,’ Rise thought as she smirked knowingly at Nao.

Yuuto’s vision blurred as his battered body struggled. A punch to the stomach made him gasp for breath, and another blow to the head left him swaying on his feet.

‘This is bad… I… might… lose…’

“NOT SO TOUGH NOW, ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH?!” a senior shouted, swinging another fist at Yuuto’s cheek.

‘My fighting style… doesn’t match this pipsqueak’s physique…’

‘Fighting style… judo. Right. This kid knows judo!’ Yuuto thought, his eyes rekindling with determination as another fist approached.

‘But judo is just the weak version of…’ Yuuto thought as he let the punch hit his face.

“Got you again, bitch!” the senior screamed.

“I don’t want to watch this anymore…” Nao said as she turned away, beginning to walk away slowly.

‘This is boring to watch… the outcome is obvious,’ she thought.

“What the…?” The senior exclaimed as he realized Yuuto was clinging to his arm with his entire body.

‘…JJJ! (Japanese Jiu-Jitsu), the perfect style for people of smaller physique!’

“This fucker! He got me!” The senior shouted as Yuuto latched onto his arm with his whole body.

‘KIMURA!’ (Shoulder Lock)

Yuuto gripped the student’s wrist, using his entire body weight to snap and dislocate it.

“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” the student screamed, losing control of his arm as a sickening snap echoed.
Nao turned back at the sound of the scream.

“What the hell?!” she exclaimed, echoed by Rise’s astonishment.

The student rolled to the ground, with Yuuto rolling alongside him, finally letting go of his arm as two others stood over him.

‘That’s two!’ Yuuto thought as he looked up with his good eye to see a stomp heading his way.

“DIE, YOU BASTARD!” the senior screeched, bringing his foot down. Yuuto let his swollen forehead take the brunt of the brutal stomp.

“GOT HIM!” the student yelled triumphantly.

‘Ashi Kansetsu!’ (Leg Joint Lock)

Yuuto thought, wrapping his entire body around the student’s leg and tripping him to the ground, hyperextending his knee.

“GRAAAAH! GET THAT FUCKER OFF ME!” he screamed.

Another student ran up and began kicking Yuuto’s side, but Yuuto pressed harder on the student’s kneecap, letting the bones creak and snap as the student writhed in agony.

“AAAAAAAH, MY LEG! HELP ME!” he screamed. Yuuto spat blood as the kicks to his kidneys grew more forceful, but he only pressed harder.

“Holy shit… He’s… He’s not going to actually win, right?” Rise said, watching in disbelief.

The transfer student still walked slowly and confidently toward the scene.

Nao was speechless, watching Yuuto continue to fight. ‘No way… I know Hiroki… He just isn’t this kind of guy. I stopped seeing him as a man after being with that guy. What is this?! No way this is actually Hiroki… It’s a lie!’ she thought, seeing Yuuto bleed profusely, yet the fire in his eyes remained undiminished. ‘Why are you fighting this hard??! There’s no logic explanation to why you’re going this far…!!’

“I’m gonna be sick,” the male friend said, wincing at the crackling of bones.

“SHIT… FUCK… LET HIM GO, YOU FREAK!” the other student yelled as he kicked Yuuto’s side.

But then…

Snap

His leg bent unnaturally in the other direction.

“AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” The student’s blood-curdling scream pierced the air.
Nao’s eyes widened in horror as she placed her hands over her mouth.

Rise gasped, her face pale as she stared in shock.

The male friend stepped aside and vomited.

The other student kept kicking Yuuto.
Yuuto felt his side growing numb from the pain as blood dripped from his mouth.

“DIE! DIE! DIE!” The student screamed, continuing to kick.

Yuuto slowly crumpled to the ground as the other senior was incapacitated.
Yuuto, feeling his consciousness slipping away, glanced to the side, spotting a sizable rock.

Thinking quickly, he grabbed the rock and hurled it at the kicker’s groin.
“Oooh…” The student crumbled to the ground.

Yuuto seized the opportunity, grabbing him by the neck and choking him out.

Wheezing and gasping for air, the student tried to fight back, but Yuuto was relentless. He held on until the student’s face turned blue and finally passed out in Yuuto’s grasp.

Yuuto coughed up more blood, holding the choke for a few more seconds to be sure before letting go.

‘SHIME-WAZA…’ (Chokehold)

He felt his consciousness slipping, his vision blurring as he lay on his back on the dirt ground.

But just then, he saw a large, dark fist that blocked out the setting sun as it descended towards the dirt.

Surging with adrenaline, Yuuto rolled out of the way, the fist missing him by a hair’s breadth.

He rose to a standing position, facing the final hurdle: the transfer student.

‘…And I’m… the sucker puncher…?’ he thought, breathing heavily as he clutched his abdomen, blood trickling from his mouth.

“N-no way… H-he actually took them all down… That Hiroki…” Rise murmured, her legs trembling.

“But…” Nao added as she gazed at Yuuto.

“…He’ll definitely lose the way he is now… He can barely stand. He can’t beat him like this. It’s really over this time…” Nao’s voice quivered as she watched Yuuto.

‘Luckily, Hiroki’s body was acclimated to grappling due to his Judo practice… Which gave me an edge in my own JJJ. It’s nowhere near an acceptable level, but it did allow me to utilize it enough… But man… I’m roughed up bad,’ Yuuto thought.

Despite his battered body, his semi-conscious state, and the blood trickling out of him, hinting at internal bleeding, Yuuto kept standing, his fiery gaze fixed calmly on the towering, sneering transfer student.

‘You can’t win… You can throw all the rocks you want, Hiroki. With a body like this, you can’t win,’ Nao thought, trying to convince herself.

‘So why… Why are you still standing…?! Just fall over already! What in God’s name is so important that it makes you go against nature like this…!!?’ She thought, clenching her teeth in frustration and a tinge of worry.

‘At this rate, you’ll seriously..!!’

“Ready to die, runt?” the transfer student said, bumping his fists together and licking his lips.

“Didn’t know you could talk… Give me a second,” Yuuto replied, his voice raspy, deep breaths between each word, stumbling clumsily toward the bag he had dropped earlier.

“There’s still something I have to do.” He added quietly.

The transfer student, confident in his own strength but wary of what Yuuto might do, let Yuuto walk to his bag. He watched carefully, studying Yuuto’s movements.

“I gotta baseball your ass,” Yuuto murmured, his voice raspy, blood dripping from his mouth with each word as he unzipped his bag.

TO BE CONTINUED….

The school day went on routinely, with the teacher addressing Yuuto’s (Hiroki’s) injuries as well as those of Nao and the transfer student.

The consensus was that they had all taken a tumble down some stairs.

Nao’s plea persuaded the entire class to corroborate this story, and the day went by.

‘I actually managed to regain some energy by sleeping through classes. I can always catch up on the material later. First-year high school stuff is easy,’ he thought, feeling refreshed as he walked alone outside the school building.

‘I wanted to sneak out, but that’s not happening. The school’s surrounded by a tall fence, and those guys are eagerly waiting for me outside… How cute.’

It was sundown. Most teachers had left, leaving only the upper faculty in the building, unaware of what was happening outside.

Nao stood alongside the transfer student, accompanied by six other students.

“Tsk… Why couldn’t we get the whole class on this guy?!” one male student griped.

“Idiot, that’d be too suspicious. An entire class waiting outside? Too obvious,” another replied.

“Guys…” Nao murmured softly, calming them down.

“I just want to talk to him about this… I… I don’t want anyone to get hurt anymore,” she said gently, clinging to the transfer student’s arm.

‘Ahh… I’m so jealous!’ the boys thought as they watched.

“S-sure… Nao-chan, we won’t do anything…”

The transfer student smirked, licking his lips as he spotted Yuuto walking outside.

‘There he is… He didn’t even try to run. Showing up to us all injured like that. That’s so like you, Hiroki. Hotheaded and dumb,’ she thought, sighing in disappointment.

“Hiroki… I… I wanted to—”

“Save it, whore,” Yuuto immediately interrupted.

All the boys clenched their fists in anger.

“Why… Why are you like this to me?! I get that you’re jealous, but that’s no reason for you to be so angry! We’re childhood friends, right?! We always were and always will be!” Nao murmured.

She fell silent, feeling everyone’s sympathetic gaze on her.

‘I was sure the adrenaline in your veins had burnt out, and you’d come back to your old self by now. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted, Hiroki. But even this temporary new you is just another man like the rest of this leering mob. Not even you can handle this many people and this guy all at once. And considering you were beaten up earlier today by him… It’s over.’

“I’ve never seen that girl crying like that…” Rise said as she watched Nao, tears streaking down her face, while her male admirer stood beside her, mimicking her bewilderment.

“Look…” Nao continued, slowly raising her head toward Yuuto.

“I just want an apology. Just an apology… Then, we’ll let you go,” she said sincerely.

‘I’m willing to offer you a saving grace. I’m not lying, Hiroki. I will make that guy leave you alone. But to sate his anger… and his hunger, he will go after your beautiful mom and voluptuous sister. I already told him all about them and showed him the pictures… You understand, right? He’s just the kind of person that can’t help asserting his dominance with his supreme genes and presence. But after he steals them away from you… Don’t worry…’ she thought.

‘We will all leave you alone <3,’ she grinned wickedly, unnoticed by anyone. The transfer student licked his lips again.

Yuuto started clutching his sides, looking down and shaking visibly from a distance.

‘Six people and that veiny turd… Three of them are upper-class seniors like Hiroki’s sister. It looks like they’ll attack all at once. Usually, I’d have no issue with these numbers, but in this weak body that was battered just a few hours ago… Hah… I’m in trouble…’

“Haha, what is with this weirdo?! Is he having an internal struggle with his ego?!” one of them laughed, and the others, including the transfer student, joined in unison.

‘But… I just can’t… Holy moly, I just can’t… STOP SMILING! This really IS the best day ever! Dear God, thank you for bringing me into this nonsensical world… I just… Ohhh~…’

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Yuuto cackled, his laughter echoing toward the sky, coughing from the intensity of his joy.

“H-Hiroki…?”

‘Has he lost his mind?’ Nao thought.

“Aha…” He stopped, taking a deep breath.

“You got one part wrong, whore mastermind,” he said casually, still smiling as he lowered his head to face Nao and the transfer student.

“This isn’t about anger anymore. I’m not remotely angry at you or that veiny turd next to you,” Yuuto continued, dropping his bag to the ground.

“What?” she said, slightly taken aback.

“I told you, didn’t I?” he said, his smirk widening as he cracked his knuckles.

“That I’d pop your fucking eye out if you got anywhere near me again?!” he shouted, excitement evident in his tone.

Nao flinched, meeting his eyes. She didn’t see any hint of anger or irrationality.

Instead, she saw the same intense gaze that had made her blush earlier.

‘H-he’s just bluffing!’ she thought, taken aback.

“LET’S FUCKING KILL HIM!” a student yelled, like a soldier in battle. They all rushed forward while the transfer student slowly approached Yuuto behind everyone.

‘Hm… According to the student ID… this is the place, huh?’ Yuuto thought as he looked up at the classroom number.

“Welp. Time to get expelled,” Yuuto muttered as he abruptly threw open the classroom door, catching the attention of the four students sitting in the back. Their gazes locked on him, startled by his sudden entrance.

“Look, it’s that bastard…”

“Hiroki… He beat the transfer student… but he also beat up our cute Nao-chan! I heard it from Rise-chan in the other classroom through LINE!”

They whispered as Yuuto scanned for his seat.

“Well, at least he’s roughed up good…”
“Yeah. That bastard looks like he’s going to topple over any minute…”

They continued, eyeing his black eye and swollen face like vultures, waiting for Yuuto to drop so they could have their shot.

But Yuuto ignored them entirely.
‘That slut isn’t here… now that I think about it, Hiroki’s sister isn’t at school either. She must be away. Before she was dicked down, she actually cared about that limp brother of hers. She’d have interfered if she was present, and even thought she is a 3rd year, I’d probably have ran into her by now,’ Yuuto thought, ignoring the whispers as he searched for the empty desk.

Since the break wasn’t over, he couldn’t pinpoint which desk was his – because many desks were still empty.

He casually walked around the classroom until he spotted a single desk covered in graffiti. The messages were clear even from a distance:

[Kill yourself.]

[Woman beater.]

[Scum.]

[Cheater.]

‘Neat. Found it,’ he thought, walking toward it.

‘Those 4 were busy while I was away, huh?’

As he approached, the students at the back fell silent like a wave parting as he passed by.

At his desk, one of the four students who was sitting behind it propped his feet on the chair, crossing his legs and acting nonchalant. Tattoos covered his arms, legs, and neck.

“Hey. Baby-face. Legs down,” Yuuto called out loudly to the student.

“…Make me. I bet you can’t even move after beating up a defenseless girl, huh?”

Everyone around the two chuckled quietly, gaining confidence as Yuuto stood, calmly gazing at the student.

“Haha, Hiroki, what’s the matter?! Where’s all your confidence now?!”

“He’s scared shitless right now, look at him! He doesn’t even move!” The murmurs grew louder, bolstering their friend’s ego as he smirked triumphantly at Yuuto.

“All he can do is sucker punch someone and beat up a poor girl! He’s just a show-off!”

Yuuto sighed, placing his bag down and pulling out his pencil case, setting it on the table.

‘Heh… that bastard’s all talk after all. I bet I could beat him up now,’ the student thought.

Yuuto opened his pencil case, taking out a sharpened pencil.

‘Quite perceptive…’ Yuuto thought at the student’s taunt. ‘I can’t move much… but…’

He sat down, the student’s feet resting on his shoulder.

“Heh… Just a puss-” the student began, but froze as Yuuto latched onto his legs with one arm.

“What the-!” he cried as Yuuto pressed the pencil against the student’s foot.

‘While I can’t move much… you can’t think much,’ Yuuto thought.

“Let me ask you this, baby-face,” Yuuto said calmly, gradually pressing the pencil more firmly against the student’s leg.

“Gaaa…! Stop…!” he cried out as the other 3 students fell silent. One student wanted to intervene but hesitated, fearing Yuuto might stab the boy’s foot if he did.

“Since I’m going to be expelled anyway…” Yuuto began, as the boy frantically wriggled his legs, trying in vain to break free.

‘H-he’s not letting go! This is bad!’ the boy thought in panic.

“…What’s stopping me from carving a brand new, permanent tattoo on your leg?” Yuuto asked calmly, a small spurt of blood beginning to trickle from where the pencil pressed into the student’s leg.

“Gaaa! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY!” he cried out.

“Not a very good answer!” Yuuto said with a wicked smile as he raised his hand, ready to stab.

Just before he could drive the pencil into the boy’s leg, the lunch break bell rang, halting Yuuto in his tracks.

‘Juvie… Remember, Yuuto… Juvie… Not a big deal, but I’d rather eat restaurant food for the next couple of years,’ he thought, the alarm snapping him out of his frenzied state.

Without a word, he let go of the student’s foot, pushing it to the floor.

The student slipped from his seat to the ground. Grateful to still have his leg intact, he quietly got up and returned to his seat. His friends all quieted down and lowered their heads back to their desks.

Students started flowing into the classroom, awaiting the teacher’s arrival.

The newcomers whispered among themselves, sneaking glances at Yuuto after spotting him.

“Hey, did you hear? Hiroki took down the transfer student…”

“Holy shit, for real?! I thought that dude would destroy him!”

“Yeah, and he beat up Nao-chan because she cheated on him with the transfer student…”

“Can confirm… Apparently, she bled a lot.”

“That trash! How dare he hit our goddess Nao-chan?!”

“Wow, he’s definitely getting expelled. Good riddance! I never liked that wannabe tough-guy anyway.”

“Yeah, the bastard doesn’t know how lucky he was to be Nao-chan’s boyfriend! If I were just stronger, I’d have beaten that fucker up by now!”

Their voices were loud, but the students who had witnessed Yuuto’s near-stabbing fell silent, nervously eyeing Yuuto like he was a ticking time bomb.

‘…Pssh, look at these hormone-fueled teens. They completely forgot about the part where she cheated on Hiroki. Who’d want to be with that sell-out, cheating whore? If I’m going to get expelled, I should’ve hit her harder,’ Yuuto thought as he looked at the lot, amusement evident in his expression.

‘Oh, well. I guess I’ll transfer… Any minute now, the teacher’s going to walk in and call me out. With that fuckboy out of commission and that skank’s bloody face, it’s a no-brainer I’ll be kicked out. I’ll worry about the mother and his sister later,’ Yuuto mused, unfazed by the whispers.

Then the transfer student and Nao walked into the classroom.

‘Phew… He can still move after that? He isn’t a veiny-turd for nothing, I suppose,’ Yuuto thought, mildly impressed the transfer student could still walk, while the rest of the students gasped at the bruised pair.

“Nao-chan, transfer student, are you okay?!” they called out, seeing their bruises.

‘Here it comes…’ Yuuto thought with a sigh, staring at Nao and the transfer student unwaveringly.

Nao briefly glanced at Yuuto, unable to hold his gaze before turning away with a faint blush.

‘Hm? What does this whore want?’ he wondered.

“It’s alright, everyone. We just slipped on the stairs outside…” Nao murmured, offering a weak smile despite the bruise on her cheek.
The towering transfer student nodded in agreement as he stood next to her.

‘What…?’ Yuuto thought in confusion as he raised his eyebrow.

“N-nao-chan, you don’t have to be scared! We’ll beat up that guy if he ever even thinks about going near you again!” a student called out urgently.

“Yeah, YEAH! WE’RE ALL CLASSMATES, RIGHT?!” another added, riling up the crowd.

‘These hypocrites never cease to amaze me. Where was all this unity when Hiroki was getting beaten? They’re all rotten to the core,’ Yuuto mused.

‘I guess they’re just that thirsty for this whore,’

“Ah… haha… it’s okay, everyone… really! We just fell… nothing happened,” Nao muttered, glancing again at the relaxed Yuuto.

‘Look at you, Hiroki. You’re a mess. Even though you beat up this guy…’ she thought, looking at the transfer student.

‘He’s still in much better shape than you. As I thought, he’s genetically superior,’ she concluded, looking back at Yuuto, seeing his bruised and swollen face and his intense gaze.

‘You’re nothing compared to him… you get hurt so easily… beating him was a fluke… Even though his personality is trash, he’s still much better than you’ll ever be. At least he’s honest and doesn’t pretend to be the naive guy like you and everyone else here.’

‘All those things you said and did to me after you beat him… they were just in the heat of the moment. Adrenaline. This isn’t who you are. I’ve known you since childhood. You’ll regret this day soon, and try to apologize because you just want my body… if you can still move after what he does to you after school,’ she thought, smiling confidently as she looked at him.

‘I know that smile…’

‘Bring it on,’ Yuuto thought as he glared back at Nao.

TO BE CONTINUED…

As you can see, I was quite unused to the popularity spike back then. I think I wrote this… Around a year ago.

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[Hey. Author here. 60-FUCKING-COLLECTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!?????? I expected… 1, maybe 7 more people to add to their collection and that’s being generous. 60 COLLECTIONS PER CHAPTER!!!!!!!!? NAAH, I’M TRIPPING. Anyway enjoy.]

BACK OUTSIDE, AT THE SCHOOL YARD…
Nao assured the students around her she was okay. She told them all to leave and not talk about this incident to anyone. Confused, yet compelled to oblige by Nao’s popularity and influence in the school, they complied.

“Can you move?” Nao asked gently once she and the transfer student were alone, her expression blank as the transfer student tried to lift himself from the ground, covered in dirt.

“N-nao…” he murmured, struggling to get back on his feet.

“Let’s tell the teacher… that wimp will be expelled for this!” the transfer student said with a smirk.

‘…So, you resort to crying for help when things don’t go your way?’ Nao thought, disappointed in his suggestion.

‘I’ve overestimated this guy…’ she thought with a sigh.

“No. We’re not saying anything to anyone,” she said confidently, staring at him blankly.

“W-what?! Why?! You’re bleeding, Nao! This is your chance, OUR chance! We could have sex like rabbits without that wimp breathing down our necks and—”

“That wimp just beat you up without even trying. Are you serious right now?” Nao replied flatly.
“N-no… it’s just… he…” he stammered, struggling to find the words.

“Look, I don’t want to make a headache out of this. Let’s just keep going as usual. Say nothing happened. I don’t want to stay in school longer than I have to,” she said confidently.

“Okay… But, prepare for later. I’ll make you my fuckdoll soon… you’ll crave my dick even more!” he whispered in her ear.

‘This guy… the moment he’s beaten up, he says something like that to me, trying to cling to what’s left of his fragile masculinity…’

Nao didn’t move as he whispered to her.
‘How boring…’

“I see. I’m looking forward to it,” she said, giving him an empty smile.
‘It’s nowhere near as intense as Hiroki…’

———-
“Get anywhere near me or my family, and I’ll slap you so hard, your eyeball will pop out, you fucking whore.”
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She blushed, remembering Hiroki’s unwavering words, that confident, non-squeaky tone and fiery gaze. The transfer student mistook her blush as a response to his own words.

‘Since when… He had eyes like that…?’ She thought, thinking of Hiroki.

“Heh…” He giggled triumphantly, feeling a surge of energy as he stood up.

“Let’s go, Nao. I will beat up that wimp after school and make him watch us bang!”

OUTSIDE THE MALE BATHROOMS…

“They went into the bathroom… He must be dead by now. Let’s go take a pic and send it to Naocchi!” said Rise, the girl who had called her big brother earlier, walking with her friend.

“G-good idea, Rise-chan! That’ll cheer Nao-chan right up!” the male student muttered, following her to the men’s bathroom.

They stopped outside the bathroom.

“My big bro’s gonna come out with his friends!” Rise giggled, standing with eager anticipation. The male student stood uncomfortably close, putting his hand on her shoulder, pretending it was unintentional as he glared at the bathroom door.

Rise flinched at his touch.

‘This guy is pathetic… and he reeks… Pretending to be friendly just because he wants to fuck me. Like he even has a chance. But he’s convenient, so I’ll keep him around for now,’ she thought, glancing disdainfully at his hand on her shoulder. ‘Creep…’

“Ah, Rise-chan, the door’s opening!” he said eagerly, pointing to the door.

Her gaze snapped to the door.

“There he is… my bro’s already done with him. That was quick… I told you Hiroki was just a sucker-punch loser,” she declared triumphantly.

“Haah, you’re so smart, Rise-chan! I can’t wait to see his mangled body…” he said, licking his lips, trying to match her enthusiasm.

“W-what the…?” the boy murmured in disbelief as he saw Yuuto casually walking out of the bathroom, stretching his fingers.

“H-holy shit… bro…?” she muttered, her eyes frantically searching, somehow expecting to see her big brother forcing Yuuto forward with a knife.

Rise’s eyes widened as she saw her brother and his two friends lying unconscious just behind Yuuto.

“N-no way…! HOW?! HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?! YOU WEREN’T THAT STRONG!” the boy cried out, stepping from the corner he and Rise had been hiding in.

Yuuto turned his head toward the boy and smirked confidently.

“Problem?” he asked.

As Yuuto strolled away, Rise collapsed onto her butt.

“N-no way… Bro lost…?” she muttered weakly, her gaze locked on the bodies sprawled in the bathroom. She struggled to her feet and ran toward them as Yuuto walked away.

“Hey,” Yuuto called, and Rise froze in her tracks.

“Tell those cannon fodder when they wake up…” he said, adjusting his sleeve.

“That they were AT LEAST 24 people short,” he muttered, then continued walking.

‘W-what’s with this guy…? Hiroki Morii wasn’t anywhere near this strong!’ she thought, crouching beside her unconscious brother in concern.

“H-HEY! BRO, HOW COULD YOU LOSE TO A PIPSQUEAK LIKE THAT?!” she complained, as the male student found the courage to join her in the bathroom once Yuuto left.

A Bit Earlier…

Yuuto stood over the immobile bodies of the three third-years who had tried to beat him up. His fists and shirt were bloodied, and his face was stained with blood that wasn’t his.

“Haah…” he sighed, tossing their IDs to the floor.

‘I know their names and faces now in case they try anything,’ he thought as he walked to the sink to wash the blood off his hands and face.

Yuuto’s leg twitched as he stood.

‘Tsk. This body is so weak. I took down these wimps and that veiny turd and I’m already exhausted? Give me a break, this is just embarrassing. Hiroki said he trained a lot—where’s all that training? Was he just hitting a punching bag for 30 minutes, calling it a day, and going home to jerk off thinking about his sister? Pathetic,’ he thought, rinsing the blood off.

He glanced at his shirt.

“Tsk, blood won’t come off… Whatever. I’ll say it’s ketchup or something,” Yuuto muttered, turning toward the exit.

‘That whore and veiny turd must’ve already tattled to the teacher, so no point in keeping this a secret,’ he thought with a shrug as he headed for the door.

“W-wait!” a voice called from one of the stalls.

‘Hmm? Someone was hiding here?’ he thought, turning around.

“Who’s there? You aching for a fight too?” Yuuto called out, facing the stall where the voice came from.

“H-here! It’s clean!” the voice replied, and a clean shirt was tossed from the stall.

“…” Without much comment, he swapped his bloodied shirt for the clean one.

‘It fits perfectly…’

“Thanks,” Yuuto said, stepping over the unconscious bodies of the high-schoolers as he left the bathroom.