area51novel Chapter 1032 Teacher's Ethics in Danger, Hiratsuka Shizuka
Chapter 1032 Teacher's Ethics in Danger, Hiratsuka Shizuka
Chapter 1032 Teacher's Ethics in Danger, Hiratsuka Shizuka
Kyosuke Hojo stood on the sidelines, his arms crossed over his chest.
The selection competition had been going on for over an hour, and he had been standing there the whole time, without moving an inch, like an island in the sea.
Today, his face was expressionless; the smile that Celty called "magical" was absent, replaced by a cold and menacing expression that appeared extremely fierce when he wasn't smiling.
Those dark pupils reflected the figures moving about, silently watching the pairs of swordsmen fighting in the arena.
He made no comment on anyone's victory or defeat, but simply kept calling out the victor's name in a completely emotionless voice.
He offered no consolation to those eliminated, knowing his subordinates wouldn't be discouraged by such a defeat. They would return stronger in the following year's selection, earning the right to follow him in dominating the nation, or they would continue to hone their skills.
He didn't offer confessions to the victors, because he knew that with each victory, the responsibility on his beloved men grew heavier. Their brothers and friends, whom they had eliminated, watched them, hoping that this stronger comrade could bring victory home.
And he, Kyosuke Hojo, only needed to stand on the throne of heaven.
There's no need to look back; the fallen companions will dig their own graves, turning the mounds into stepping stones to help them climb higher.
He watched his beloved subordinates roar hysterically, watched them raise their bamboo swords and chop down with all their might, watched their spittle spurt from the gaps in their faceplates, watched them collapse to the ground, exhausted, having squeezed out their last bit of strength, watched…
Like a deity held high in the heavens, even without speaking, they can provide believers with boundless strength.
……
After several rounds of competition, the swordsmen were exhausted and drenched in sweat. Unlike Hatake Goro and others who had a history of victories, the vice-captain Tamaki Aonobu, Hikigaya Hachiman, Zaimokuza Yoshiteru and others, who were also quite strong, did not receive the "privilege" of skipping the weaklings' battle.
To secure a coveted spot on the official team and become one of the five who will ultimately stand at the top of the nation, they must gain the approval of everyone in the Soubu High School Kendo Club.
Therefore, when Hojo Kyosuke arranged the match schedule, he had them fight from the first round onwards, and keep fighting until now.
"Hikigaya Hachiman, Akita Takuro"
Tetsuta Kisaki called out two names.
"Yes!"
Although the rest time is in accordance with the regulations of the official competition, the official competition is also very tiring! Forty-eight universities will complete all the men's and women's team and individual competitions within three days, and physical strength is an important factor in winning.
Hachiman Hikigaya was too exhausted to sit cross-legged any longer. Three games in advance, he moved to the edge of the stadium, leaned against the wall, stretched out his legs, and collapsed into a sitting position.
The general pose is like when the male and female protagonists in anime or TV series find a supporting character who has been shot in the heart, and the supporting character is sitting against the wall with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and his white shirt completely stained red.
What's wrong with you? You've already hit the heart, but you can just strike this pose and force a timeout for a heartfelt confession or repentance. What, is this some kind of forced cutscene like Kamen Rider's transformation?
If that's the case, then I can do it too!
Thinking this, Hachiman Hikigaya also sat down against the wall, but unfortunately, he didn't find it useful at all.
I'm so damn tired, I really want to lie down and watch a game live.
Every cell in its body was crying out, hoping that its owner would return to his useless, lazy self and stop working so hard.
He stood up, leaning on his bamboo sword. Hikigaya swayed slightly, but luckily he leaned against the wall to avoid falling.
Damn it, can't we just have a free-for-all? Everyone just hacks and slashes randomly, and the last one standing wins. Don't they know this back-and-forth fighting is driving my adrenaline crazy?!
Hurry, hurry up and secrete more! I need you! My invincible adrenaline, give me a kilogram of adrenaline!
Muttering nasty thoughts to himself, Hikigaya straightened his back and left the wall, letting his friends on either side help him put on his helmet.
Hachiman raised his hand to check that the helmet was securely on, then turned around and said with a smile, "3..."
"Snapped!"
Before he could even finish saying the two syllables "3Q", a big slap landed on Hachiman's back, almost knocking him unconscious.
"asshole!"
He took two steps forward, turned around, and yelled at Goro Kurotehata.
"Hahaha, Hachiman, are you even up to it? Your legs are shaking!"
Hatake Goro laughed heartily. By now, he was covered in sweat, and because his chestnut-shaped hair was too short, the sweat was flowing directly down his face.
Laughing heartily, he stepped forward and slapped Hachiman on the back, then put his arm around his shoulder and said:
"You're too nervous, that's not good."
"Excitement and nervousness can boost your adrenaline, but they can also cause you to overexert yourself too early. This can be fatal in a real match. You need to keep your mind calm and control your body with your will."
Physical strength, emotions, hormones... these are all things you have to consider.
As these sounds entered his ears, Hachiman Hikigaya turned his head in surprise to look at the chestnut-haired boy who was shorter than him.
Without a moment to think, he exclaimed in surprise, "Goro, have you been reborn?"
Hatake Goro was taken aback: "What rebirth?"
Hachiman cleared his throat:
"It was like that—when I was in my first year of high school, I was too careless when I was trying to qualify for the national competition, so I lost my spot and my life took a completely different path from then on."
Not becoming a regular member meant missing out on winning the national championship with the minister, and my scholarship for the following year vanished. With no money for food, I was forced to fight in underground boxing matches. Because of my past troubles, I was quite skilled, and being brutally beaten by the commander-in-chief every day made me accustomed to the cruelty of underground boxing from the very beginning.
I made money, but before I could even leave the boxing gym, someone knocked me unconscious from behind with a baseball bat. When I woke up, I was lying in a sewage-filled alley, with a stitched-up wound on my waist that had a very postmodern aesthetic.
My money is gone, and so are my kidneys.
I left the "Rampaging Angels" group. I was too ashamed to appear in front of everyone again, and my life was shrouded in darkness for the next twenty years.
One evening, I went out to a convenience store to buy beer, and suddenly, a bright and brilliant light descended upon me.
Commander-in-Chief... Commander-in-Chief! Is that you, brother?
I was very familiar with that kind of radiance; Hojo-san was such a radiant and magnificent man.
Unfortunately, the light grew brighter and brighter until I couldn't open my eyes anymore, and then I realized it wasn't my brother, but a large truck...
I died, and I was reborn.
I went back to my first year at Zongwu High School, to the day when the national competition's qualifying rounds were being held.
This time, I will not underestimate my opponent! I used to be a brainless idiot who only knew how to fight, but now I am a wise elder.
Facing Hachiman Hikigaya, who has no competition experience but is handsome, talented, loyal, and has a promising future, I can easily say things that will benefit him greatly.
With memories of the future, I can easily defeat not only my former comrades, but even the Commander-in-Chief!
This time, I will stand in the heavens!
Hachiman Hikigaya, still wanting more, shut his mouth and gestured with his chin to the person listening to the story next to him to hand him a drink.
You have no sense of perspective! With your ability to read the room like that, you'll be left behind by society, kid!
While internally complaining, Hachiman looked around and found that everyone had gathered around and were listening attentively to his story.
"..."
Goro Hata stood there with his mouth agape, looking dazed and confused, which made those around him wonder if he really wanted to be reborn as Hikigaya had made up.
After about two or three seconds, Hata Goro finally shut his mouth as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"impossible!"
He shouted loudly:
"Don't even mention this life, even in the next life or the life after that, I could never defeat the Chief of Staff!"
Boom~
Upon hearing this, the onlookers dispersed. The argument was logical and convincing: Hatake Goro had not been reborn, and Hikigaya was an idiot.
"Snapped!"
Another person patted Hikigaya on the shoulder; it was Yoshima Mitsuhashi.
"You still have the energy to let your mind wander? I don't think you need any loving guidance from your seniors at all."
Mitsuhashi grinned.
Hachiman was taken aback: "Guidance?"
Does your own club offer this service?
"That's right. How could we just ignore you rookies and let you rush onto the field like idiots?"
Mitsuhashi smiled, then pointed to the opposite side of the field.
Hikigaya looked up and saw that his opponent in this round, Akita Takuro, was standing next to Kuroda Kaito, who was obviously giving him instructions.
"If that's the case, why not provide coaching before the competition?" he asked, puzzled.
“Because it’s useless.”
The person speaking this time was Hatake Goro, who had a carefree and nonchalant smile on his face.
"To avoid a punch, you must first know how painful it is to be punched in the face. This is a lesson my senior taught me, and I took a beating all day for it!"
Ryoma Mitsuhashi chimed in, "The words of those who have been through it are always taken lightly. Only when you are exhausted and begin to pray to the heavens will these words make you think."
Hachiman Hikigaya nodded with a knowing look on his face. He understood the concept of "education through trauma."
After he first mistakenly thought a girl in his class had a crush on him and sent her an invitation to go on a date, only to be rejected in front of everyone in class the next day, he never had a similar misconception again. It was like a one-time solution.
I really hope this kind of education is promoted all over the world, and that a few more boys commit suicide out of shame and indignation because they were rejected by girls in public, so that girls know how much harm their behavior can cause to innocent and vulnerable teenage boys. Amen.
"Thank you, seniors!"
Hikigaya bowed.
"The old mentors the new, ensuring the continuity of knowledge and skills; you will teach your juniors the same way in the future!"
"Go for it! Go and take him down, Hachiman!"
Ryoma Mitsuhashi and Goro Hata slapped the newlyweds hard on the back, one on each side, as if infusing them with some kind of spirit.
On the opposite side of the field, Kuroda Kaito, standing next to Akita Takuro, was also shouting encouragement.
Wearing full protective gear, Hachiman slowly walked into the arena, gripping his sword tightly as he desperately tried to muster his passion.
The experience of the veterans is very useful, but it's for conserving energy in the early stages of the competition.
Now, Akita and I have reached our limits. What we need is to fight with all our might, and to rely on our awareness and willpower.
I'll outmaneuver him! I'll show him that my stamina is inexhaustible!
However, do not use high-level attacks; instead, focus on mid-level defense to give him the illusion that you are wearing him down, making him anxious and forcing him to reveal a weakness.
Those who are hasty will lose first!
His feet stomped on the ground, and Hikigaya Hachiman's dead fish eyes behind his mask remained completely still.
Stepping onto the starting line, he slightly turned his head to look to his left, at the man who stood as still as a rock.
What a handsome man, with such a cold face.
Hachiman Hikigaya exclaimed in genuine admiration.
But she's also very gentle.
He naturally didn't think that a brainless guy like Hata Goro would be so meticulous as to give him pre-match guidance. The only person who would be so meticulous is the ultimate scumbag, Captain Hojo, who can navigate among so many beautiful girls without ever being killed.
Only a man of such greatness could possess such a delicate and tender heart.
Thank you, Minister. Now watch my performance, watch me slice Akita down with one stroke!
As Kisaki gave the order, the two began to confront each other, each holding a bamboo sword.
Hachiman Hikigaya, who was always the first to be eliminated when playing games as a child, naturally didn't have great physical fitness after being an otaku for many years, so his playing style has always been based on strategy.
Simply put, it means cautiously probing, looking for an opportunity, and then striking decisively.
Unlike Kyosuke Hojo who won by overwhelming his opponents with superior skills, or Goro Hata who sparked a frenzy of excitement.
As he had thought before, deep in thought, he suppressed his restless heart and carefully negotiated with his adrenaline.
He oscillated between passive play and aggressive offense, and he could feel that Akita on the other side was burning with passion. Every strike he made carried immense power, making it very difficult for him to block.
Influenced by Kyosuke Hojo and the former Tojo clan, the swordsmanship of Soubu High School is best known for its hand-cutting techniques.
Parry, then chop at the hand. If you miss, keep parrying, then keep chopping at the hand.
They don't know what "justice is justice" means. Haven't they heard what our general's nickname is?
"Handless devil"!
If we don't cut off our hands, wouldn't we be betraying our boss?
Hachiman Hikigaya is highly intelligent. He accurately predicted his opponent's thoughts and, after the third exchange of blows, successfully deflected the opponent's bamboo sword with a small cut, cutting off his hand and gaining the upper hand.
The second round was even simpler; Akita, whose stamina had been depleted in the first round, was completely powerless to resist.
Won!
With a sword in his left hand and his fist clenched in his right, Hachiman Hikigaya raised his fist high and let out a deafening shout.
Then he collapsed to the ground, powerless, and was carried away by two friends.
Next pair
"Iwasaki Sota, Zaimokuza Yoshiteru"
As Hachiman's best friend, Zaimokuza's tactics are also quite unique.
His massive, bear-like body made him prone to injury, but the weights he wore on his wrists every day since the onset of his chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) gave him incredible wrist strength.
Bigger is stronger, stronger is stronger!
He always countered with a backhand, forcing his opponent into a sparring position whenever they looked over, then pushing them away with tremendous force, and taking the opportunity to attack when the enemy lost control of the center line.
This mindless fighting style is even simpler than Hojo Kyosuke's fighting style, but it is very effective every time because he is really strong.
Soon, the final list of nine people was released.
Goro Hata, Yoshima Mitsuhashi, Kaito Kuroda, Hachiman Hikigaya, Yoshiteru Zaimokuza, Aonobu Tamaki... and three other minor characters whose names cannot be mentioned, otherwise it would be considered irrelevant.
These nine people will compete in a round-robin tournament in groups of three, and their rankings will be determined by the number of wins, the number of winners, and the number of points earned. The top four will qualify for the main draw.
Even so, they were not given much time; the amount of physical strength and whether the allocation was reasonable were part of the assessment.
After the usual break time, a brand new match list was released.
Just as everyone was about to step onto the field, full of fighting spirit, a loud shout suddenly rang out.
"I abstain!"
The announcement of abstention was like a thunderclap, ringing in everyone's ears and leaving their heads buzzing.
Even Kyosuke Hojo, who wasn't posing, looked over in surprise.
bang-
Shizuka Hiratsuka was so startled that she dropped the beer she was holding onto the low table. The woman, without hesitation, bent down, opened her small mouth, and stuck out her tongue to lick it.
Kyosuke Hojo grinned as he watched, and with lightning speed, he pinched the pink tongue and, with a little force, lifted the clearly drunk woman up like he was grabbing a buffalo's nose ring.
"Ahhh-"
With her tongue pinched, Hiratsuka Shizuka waved her arms and cursed, while Hojo Kyosuke didn't release her tongue in a hurry, afraid that if he wasn't careful, she would start licking the beer spilled on the table again.
He casually picked up a towel and tossed it on the table to cover the liquid, then grabbed a new can of ice-cold beer and shoved it into Hiratsuka Shizuka's hand before finally releasing her tongue.
"what--"
Having successfully retracted her tongue, Hiratsuka Shizuka felt as if her mouth no longer belonged to her, and she was in excruciating pain.
She raised her hand and put it inside her mouth to check, confirming that her tongue was fine. Angrily, she kicked it to the side, cursing:
"You brat, do you even know what you've done! Do you even respect me as your teacher?! Don't you understand the importance of respecting your teacher?!"
Believe it or not, even though she was so drunk that she licked the beer off the table in front of the students, this woman still remembered her identity as a teacher.
She truly is a woman who could do something like making phone calls to students' homes while drunk.
Kyosuke Hojo sighed inwardly, then wiggled his hips to avoid Shizuka-sensei's small feet clad in black stockings.
Does it smell bad?
The students nearby ignored the commotion and looked away.
Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't linger with Hojo Kyosuke, but instead, with great determination, placed the delicious ice-cold beer she was holding on the table.
She jumped off her assigned seat with a push, and walked towards the boy who had said he wanted to give up, her pretty face full of doubt and worry.
"Kuroda? Why are you giving up now? What happened?"
Ms. Jing's tone was full of worry, and her mind quickly cleared up.
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