I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 295 Who is the Witness?

Ms. Kuroda's sudden appearance at the door caught Sakuraba Yuki off guard.

I never expected the other party to question me in such a tone and manner, which left me feeling confused and somewhat panicked.

She instinctively took a step back, her hand slipping off the doorknob.

"Ms. Kuroda?"

"I'm asking you a question! Is my husband here with you?!"

Ms. Kuroda, however, seemed to have lost her mind and fallen into some kind of obsession, and questioned her sharply.

Sakuraba Yuki never imagined such a situation.

She instinctively replied, "I don't know where Mr. Kuroda is; he's not here with me."

This tone sounds somewhat weak.

Sometimes weakness is not a good emotion to calm down. What you perceive as kindness and gentleness can become a catalyst to fuel the flames in the eyes of someone who has fallen into paranoia.

So Ms. Kuroda took another step forward.

"You don't know? I heard someone saw him come here looking for you!"

Sakuraba Yuki hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "He... he did come to see me before, but..."

She felt she understood the woman's predicament.

She has lost a strong sense of security due to her advancing age and her husband's career success.

She believed that she, now old and faded, could no longer hold the heart of a successful husband.

Therefore, she would feel extremely hostile towards everything around her, believing it to be all the temptations her husband would face. She wanted to tell this woman that she and her husband had nothing going on, and that they weren't even friends.

While she found the woman somewhat frightening, she also felt a degree of sympathy for her.

At one point, it was even believed that this was not the woman's fault, but rather that her husband had not given her enough attention and warmth in life, which had led Ms. Kuroda into such an anxious predicament.

However, she overlooked the extent to which Ms. Kuroda's prejudice against her had accumulated over a long period of time, or rather, she was now completely deaf to the so-called truth, and explanations were meaningless to her.

"I knew you were seducing him, you vixen! You shameless slut!"

Without saying a word, she waved her arm, about to strike Sakuraba Yuki's face.

At that moment, Sakuraba Yuki froze on the spot.

I've only ever seen scenes like this in TV dramas before. It's not uncommon for female protagonists to be wrongly accused of being mistresses, and to be slapped by so-called older women without being able to fight back.
Back then, she often felt indignant while watching TV.

Why are these female characters acting like idiots? Standing still? They can't explain themselves, and they don't even know how to fight back? How can someone endure such injustice? Have they never learned how to get angry?

But when you actually face that slap coming down on you...

Her mind went blank.

She didn't understand why so many people in the world preferred to solve problems with violence.

Why do so many people just not understand what others are saying? Once they have an answer in their minds, they won't listen to anyone's explanation.

Why did these things have to happen to her? She never intended to ruin anyone's marriage or relationship, and even maintained a good distance, always rejecting any potential risks.

Why does this situation still occur?
Is it simply because she is beautiful and resembles a so-called vixen?
This thought led him to stand still, seemingly fully prepared to take the slap.

but.

"Snapped."

The wrist fell into the palm of the hand, and the hand, unable to reach the face, left a burning pain.

Sakuraba Yuki, who had her eyes almost closed, belatedly opened them and saw that the boy who should have been sitting at the dining table had appeared beside her sometime during the day.

He raised his arm and easily grasped the wrist of the enraged Ms. Kuroda.

He didn't let the slap land on his face.

She stared blankly at Tsukino Gen's exquisite and handsome profile, which at this moment was as cold as a sculpture from ancient Greece.

The lines are distinct, fully showcasing classical beauty.

Then, to her own surprise and unprepared gaze, she turned to look at herself.

"Are you stupid? You were wronged and didn't know how to talk back, and you didn't even know how to dodge when you were about to be hit?"

"Eh?"

Strangely enough, I, who am clearly the teacher, felt more like a student in his presence.

It seems that many of the principles that I should have taught him were instead demonstrated to me personally by him in the face of repeated difficulties.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it has always been this way.
My so-called teacher is far too weak; he only talks about theoretical knowledge and lacks the simple and effective action that he possesses.
But now doesn't seem like the time to think about these things.

Ms. Kuroda, whose wrist was being held, looked at the boy and paused in surprise.

"What are you doing?! Let go!"

Gen Tsukino didn't let go so easily. Despite the other person's frantic struggles, he held the other person's wrist tightly.

"I should be asking that question. You old woman, you just showed up at my girlfriend's house out of nowhere, and then you came looking for your husband there. Isn't that a bit too much? And you even tried to hit my girlfriend?"

Girlfriend?
Sakuraba Yuki felt her cheeks burning.

That's right. That's exactly how I explained it to Mr. Kuroda before! Wait, did he overhear my conversation with Mr. Kuroda?
Or is it a tacit understanding between the two, a shared thought, and the best way to solve the current problem?

"Girlfriend?" Ms. Kuroda was stunned for a moment, then erupted in even more uncontrollable rage. She felt as if the whole world was against her. "Do you know what your girlfriend does every day? Do you know that your girlfriend dresses up like a vixen every day to seduce other people's husbands!"

Ms. Kuroda roared hysterically.

The sound echoed throughout the entire corridor.

This is the result.

“Crack.”

"Crack."

"What's the noise?"

"Huh? Who's arguing?"

"Wait a minute. This isn't Kuroda's house. Wait, isn't that Sakuraba-san's house?"

One door after another opened.

People peeked out from many doors in the stairwell, one or two, three or four, and some even boldly walked over to enjoy the lively scene up close.

No matter where you are, there is no shortage of people who want to watch the excitement. Some people call themselves peacemakers, but in reality, they just want to see more trouble.

After all, it's not their business, and they don't need to be responsible for the outcome.

However, Ms. Kuroda seems to have found a helpful ally and an opportunity to exploit the situation.

She yelled at those stares when they wouldn't let go.

"Come and see this vixen! She's shameless, having a boyfriend but still trying to seduce someone else's husband! And she's a teacher? Is this how you teach your students?!"

"How dare you make such a false accusation?! I told you I didn't!" "Didn't? If I didn't, why would my husband come here every other day? You just admitted it yourself! He's been here, and someone saw him, right?"

Ms. Kuroda's indiscriminate remarks sparked discussion in the hallway.

Some people were muttering and whispering.

"By the way, I do seem to recall seeing Mr. Kuroda knocking on her door not long ago."

"That's true. Why would a married man keep knocking on a single woman's door? It's hard to say there's nothing fishy going on."

"And this Sakuraba, the way she dresses every day... I can't even describe it. She doesn't look like a teacher at all; she looks more like she's seducing her students."

"Yeah, and I can't stand the way she talks, it's so flirtatious."

These whispers seemed faint and indistinct.

But when they intertwine, it's like waves crashing towards Sakuraba Yuki.

Sakuraba Yuki didn't expect this.

I usually treat people gently, thinking I'm maintaining good relationships with my neighbors and avoiding conflicts, but they see it as seduction, as flirting?!

An indescribable sense of grievance welled up in her chest, almost making her feel dizzy and breathless.

It looked like he was about to faint on the spot.

This was the first time she had ever experienced such a powerful and unanimous display of public opinion. She never imagined that people could be so vicious, and even so remarkably united in their hearts.

No one considered other possibilities or took a stand from their own perspective.

It seems they only believe in their own ideas and endorse their own beliefs.

Just as she stood there, teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Snapped!!"

Sudden.

The loud sound instantly brought her back to her senses.

She looked over in astonishment and saw Tsukino Gen, who hadn't let go, raise his other arm and slap Kuroda across the face.

Ms. Kuroda was also stunned. Her cheek swelled up, and she instinctively covered her cheek, staring in astonishment at the indifferent and even cold-hearted handsome young man.

She never expected that she would be slapped by a young man under such circumstances.

With so many people on his side, he actually made a move?!

Is there no law anymore?!

"You dare to hit me?!"

Gen Tsukino stared at her coldly.

"Why can't I hit you for talking nonsense and spreading rumors? Do you even think you're being wronged?"

"Spreading rumors? I spread rumors? It's the truth! This slut is a vixen, she's just being seductive, she's... Ah!"

"Snapped!"

The next slap made her cheeks symmetrical instantly.

At the same time, the whispers stopped simultaneously, and they looked over in surprise.

Then someone couldn't stand it anymore and tried to muster the courage to roar.

"Why are you still hitting people?"

Gen Tsukino looked directly at it without giving an inch.

"Why didn't you stop her when she was biting people randomly? Is your so-called justice about destroying a helpless young woman?"

"I"

Gen Tsukino didn't give him a chance to speak.

"My girlfriend speaks gently because she is kind-hearted, and dresses well because she is young and beautiful. She has the right to choose how she dresses. Who says teachers can't dress well?"

“You all keep saying she’s just being promiscuous and seducing other women’s husbands, but I ask you, where’s the evidence? Where is the evidence? You’re just listening to her empty words, a pathetic woman who can’t control her own husband. Do you think that if you ruin her, your husband will be devoted to you?”

"me."

Ms. Kuroda blushed furiously, her face burning with shame and the embarrassment of being questioned leaving her mind blank.

"But they all saw you hit me! There are security cameras in the hallway! I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police!"

When she shouted what she thought was a very intimidating statement, she also received support from other neighbors in the building.

In their view, the question of justice is quite clear: whoever laid the first hand on someone is guilty!

"That's right, we all saw it! Ms. Kuroda, please call the police immediately! This is practically murder! Don't be afraid, we are all your witnesses!"

But then she saw a smile suddenly bloom on Tsukino Gen's face, so handsome that she was momentarily stunned.

But the next moment he heard him say that.

"You want to call the police? It's okay, I've already done it for you."

She hasn't reacted yet.

"Ding dong."

The elevator in the hallway started ringing.

Two elevators arrived at this floor at the same time.

When the elevator door opens.

They were a group of fierce men dressed in black suits and carrying batons.

The sudden influx of people into the stairwell felt like an army unit taking up residence.

The atmosphere in the hallway changed instantly when the group of menacing-looking men arrived.

One of the younger men glanced at the scene and immediately walked up to Tsukino Gen, amidst Kuroda's gaze shifting from suspicion to terror.

He said it very respectfully.

"Sir, is it this woman, or all of these people?"

Wait, what is he going to do? Who are these people? Are they police officers?!
Ms. Kuroda tried to take a step back, instinctively wanting to escape danger.

But Tsukino Gen grabbed his arm.

He didn't immediately lash out at Ms. Kuroda, but instead looked at the faces that were looking in their direction and said...

"Come on, who was going to be a witness just now? Now you can step forward."

……

(End of this chapter)