CHAPTER 33: Cage Of Protection (part 1)
Miss Ryouko Saegusa's modern literature lecture finally came to an end, and the sharp mechanical chime of the school bell echoed through the corridors.
With the period officially over, the Physical Education class was about to begin.
The two class monitors, Tsuyoshi Taro and Yoko Fujimoto, immediately moved to the front of the classroom, standing side-by-side to assert control over the students.
Tsuyoshi adjusted his black leather gloves, his strict, rust-colored eyes scanning the room as he spoke in a commanding voice,
"Everyone, listen carefully. Form a single line all together and walk with us in a proper sequence."
However, the arrogant, wealthy students of this elite academy despised following rules.
A haughty boy stood up from the middle rows, openly mocking Tsuyoshi in front of everyone,
"It hasn't even been a month since you became the monitor,
And you're already telling us to get in line?
Why on earth should we listen to you?
You are just a class monitor, so don't try to act like our parents ! "
A low murmur broke out across the room. Tsuyoshi Taro's face turned deadly serious.
Without wasting a single second, he stepped forward with silent, intimidating strides, confronting the boy directly at his desk,
"Say that again."
Driven by his massive ego in front of his peers, the boy snapped back aggressively,
"Are you crazy?
Can't you understand at once?
I won't listen to you !
Do whatever you want to do!"
Before the boy could even finish his sentence, Tsuyoshi displayed his flawless, lightning-fast reflexes.
In a blur of movement, he grabbed the boy's outstretched arm, twisted it effortlessly behind his back, and violently slammed his head flat against the wooden desk !
The boy's face was pinned ruthlessly against the surface, his movements absolutely paralyzed by the tight grapple.
The sudden, heavy thud of the boy's head hitting the desk sent an immediate shockwave of absolute silence through the entire room.
Renjiro's breath totally hitched; his heart raced frantically as his deep-seated trauma resurfaced, realizing with absolute dread just ,
How horrifying aura and violent the enforcement of order could be in this academy.
Yoko Fujimoto adjusted her posture, her purple eyes maintaining a utterly aloof, emotionless, and indifferent expression, finding the brutal punishment entirely well-deserved for violating protocol.
Honoka Aizawa didn't even flinch; her sharp indigo eyes beneath her perfect blond Hime cut held nothing but deep disgust for the pathetic, undisciplined boy groveling on the wood, reinforcing her firm belief that weakness was an unforgivable sin.
Miyu Inoue gasped, her innocent aqua eyes widening in pure shock and sadness;
She quickly covered her mouth with her hands, as her pure, kind-hearted nature deeply hated seeing anyone get hurt.
Junn Tachibana merely leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed, a dark, smug, and amused smirk playing on her lips as her baby pink eyes thoroughly enjoyed the raw display of absolute dominance over the weak.
Meanwhile, Himari Suzuki flinched in pure terror, tightly clutching her personal diary against her prominent, voluptuous chest as her dark blue eyes widened into a worried, trembling gaze.
Sayaka Shirogane leaned forward slightly, her striking emerald green eyes shining with mischief as a playful, "Teasing" smirk crossed her face, clearly entertained by the sudden chaotic drama.
Zixuan Lee remained impeccably calm and composed; resting his chin on his hand, his ruby eyes stared blankly, calculating and analyzing Tsuyoshi's grappling technique with the icy mind of a flawless strategist.
Satoshi Ichigaya didn't even bother to open his eyes, maintaining his usual mysterious, detached smile as if this brutal display was nothing more than a dull, predictable game.
Yoshiro Kurosawa swallowed hard, a tiny bead of nervous sweat forming on his bald head as his self-proclaimed "Boss" ego felt a sudden, sharp threat from the monitor's strength.
While Daiki and Taiki exchanged utterly "Shocked" glances, silently thanking their stars they hadn't spoken out of turn.
A couple of seats away , the 6.7 feet giant, Junpei Kurodan, sat like an immovable statue; his deep teal-green eyes watched the violence with absolute, chilling "Calm," completely unfazed and emotionless.
The only one who actually thrived on the tension was Yuto Sakurai; sitting in the far corner, his yellow eyes ignited with pure excitement as a manic, wild smile crept onto his face, loving the sudden outbreak of unpredictable danger.
Tsuyoshi held him down firmly, asking in a freezing, low tone,
"What were you just saying about not walking in a line?"
The boy instantly writhed in severe pain, his bravado utterly shattering.
He shrieked in pure agony,
"Let go ! , It hurts !
My hand is going to break, man !
Please let go !
I won't ever do this again, forgive me this time!"
Tsuyoshi released his grip with a sudden jerk, and the oppressive boy scrambled backward, rubbing his wrist.
Tsuyoshi stated in a strict, unyielding voice,
"Don't ever do that again. I despise rule-breakers."
As he spoke, his sharp, heavy gaze drifted intentionally toward the back row, locking onto Yuto Sakurai.
Yuto Sakurai merely caught his gaze, flashed a wild, mocking smile, and stood up from his desk.
Leaving the line entirely behind, he began casually strolling straight toward the exit.
Before he could cross the threshold, Yuko Fujimoto stepped firmly into his path, blocking him with an aloof, strict posture,
"Where do you think you are going ?
Get back in your line."
Yuto narrowed his yellow eyes, an unhinged, dangerous smirk spreading across his face,
"You want me to stand in a line ?
I have absolutely no interest in being lumped together with a herd of sheep."
Hearing this blatant disrespect, Tsuyoshi instantly stepped in and firmly grabbed Yuto's hand.
Tsuyoshi's face was purely serious, but Yuto merely stared back into his cold eyes, baring his teeth like a rabid animal.
Yuto growled menacingly,
"You might be the monitor of this class,
But I am the monitor of this entire school.
Let's see who stops me from leaving."
He glared directly at Tsuyoshi, delivering a fierce warning,
"Try to mess with me again, and the consequences will be extremely expensive for you ! "
With a powerful thrust,
Yuto violently shoved Tsuyoshi's hand away and walked out of the classroom in pure, unchecked arrogance.
Yuko turned to Tsuyoshi with an irritated, disapproving expression,
"Why did you let that idiot go?"
Tsuyoshi replied in a icy , composed tone,
"Let that disrespectful brat go.
He is only acting so arrogant because of Hiroto's backing.
When the right time comes,
I will personally teach him that nobody is above the school rules.
Besides, there is no use trying to reason with someone who is already totally ruined anyway."
Following this intense standoff, all the students began filing out line by line through the corridors, heading toward the outdoor grounds and the school gym building.
As the line began to form, Miyu Inoue slowly stepped out from her desk, her innocent aqua eyes immediately locking onto Renjiro's tense frame.
Squeezing her long rose-white pink braid against her chest, her naturally cheerful countenance dropped into a look of profound, sorrowful sympathy as she witnessed his trembling state.
Her kind heart ached to see him subjected to such a heavy, suffocating atmosphere on his very first day, sending him a silent wave of warmth before she was forced to move forward with the moving queue.
Honoka Aizawa stood up from her seat with an incredibly rigid, formal posture, casting a sharp, "Disgusted" look toward Renjiro as if she couldn't tolerate the presence of an undisciplined failure in her sight before stepping into the line.
Right beside her, Junn Tachibana crossed her arms tightly, flashing a dominant, "Smug" crooked smile that clearly showed her utter disdain for the weak, before walking past with a cold, intimidating stride.
As the crowd moved, Himari Suzuki turned her head to look back at Renjiro, her cheeks still blushing furiously from her earlier shyness.
She clutched her diary tightly before finally stepping out into the hallway.
Alongside the exiting crowd, Zixuan Lee also rose from his window seat and walked out with a calm, demeanor.
As Sayaka Shirogane glided past his desk, she paused for a microsecond, flashing her striking emerald green eyes at Renjiro with that signature, unhinged "Teasing" smirk, intentionally playing with his anxiety before humming her way out.
Even the absolute titan of the back row, Junpei Kurodan, unfolded his massive 6.7 feet muscular frame from his seat.
He moved past the desks like an unyielding wall, his teal-green eyes remaining fully "Calm" and blank without a single trace of mockery or anger.
Yet, his sheer, overwhelming presence made Renjiro's breath freeze instantly.
Chapter End