The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

Swallowing the question that rose in his throat, he laughed angrily, raised his hand to wipe his wet cheek, and flicked the water off his hand before speaking to Utsunomiya Hoshino:

Is that your answer?

"Pour water on my head???"

Upon closer reflection, Hoshino Utsunomiya's rhetorical question just now probably didn't mean she agreed with his praise of others.

The real meaning is...

"You think I'm a bad person, and you're planning to become some kind of righteous hero and stand on her side?"

The fact that he didn't throw the water at Tsukishiro Yuki but at himself—isn't that all it means?

He wanted to stand beside that woman.

They presented themselves as partners of justice, labeling them all as villains.

Oh.

this kind of thing.

this kind of thing.

...Has this happened before?

A moment of confusion, a moment of interruption of consciousness, a fleeting moment.

wide awake.

Hit him

Immediately following was a cold, desolate voice that echoed in my ears like a curse.

Beating, thrashing, ganging up on, mass beating.

Beat this man until he gives up the idea of ​​saving others, beat this man until he shows his ugly side, beat this man until he does it willingly.

Join them.

As always.

but......

Why do we have to do it this way?

Do we have some reason that absolutely requires everyone to bully Yukishiro?

Do we have any reason to force the other side to take sides?

Ultimately, what was it that made me start bullying Yuki Tsukishiro?

"..."

This thought process was interrupted by the unpleasant odor that silently crept into my nostrils.

Ahh.

I remembered.

—I started bullying her because I couldn't stand the smell on her.

A putrid, rotten smell, like that of a stinking ditch, permeated the classroom.

His brows furrowed, his nostrils flared, and a look of disgust crossed his face.

"enough."

"Since you don't want to join us."

As if in unison, all the students in the class fixed their gazes on Hoshino Utsunomiya.

"Then you might as well drown in the stinking ditch with her."

they said.

Chapter 5 "Splash—"

The gang-up is about to begin.

A restless riot erupted, stomping sounds filled the air, desks were constantly being pushed and overturned, and a wave of hostility surged forth.

He will be held down.

Hold down his limbs, press down on his body, and pin him to the ground as he struggles and shows an angry expression.

He stomped down heavily with his foot.

Beat his face until it swells up, making him feel endless humiliation.

Make him regret choosing to 'stand up'.

Correct.

That's how it should be.

Disruptors.

The girl with the iron bucket on her head maintained a calm smile, sitting in the back row where she wouldn't be affected, quietly and peacefully watching the ugly scene of humans beating each other.

All I need for a good child is Emma.

There's no room for you to intrude anymore.

There are quite a few people who are not swayed by the atmosphere, and there are still occasional people who will not easily follow the crowd.

But these people will eventually give in.

Because Yuki Tsukishiro doesn't need them.

"..."

The odor had already spread, and it wasn't just the students who had declared their attack on Hoshino Utsunomiya who could smell it.

Hoshino Utsunomiya smelled it too.

Although I was concerned about the stinky ditch they mentioned, it wasn't the time to worry about that or trace the source of the smell.

Because the hand was already reaching out to him.

What would a group of bullies do if they wanted to bully a single person who stood up for them?

Everyone stands in a row, spaced apart, creating a separate gladiator arena where someone can go up and fight you one-on-one?

Are you kidding me?

Who would let you fight one-on-one? Who would let you fight one-on-one?

There is only one thing we can do, and there is only one outcome that can be achieved by using 'many people' as our core advantage.

'Reach out'

"Hold his hands down!"

Grab their hands, hold down their feet, control their limbs, subdue them from all sides, and crush them to death on the cold floor.

After that, the bullying began.

Suppress the right to resist, lock down the ability to resist.

What makes one feel most powerless is...

It's probably around this time...

Weird.

They are eager to get started and ready to go.

The power in his body surged up, a power that seemed to be human but was clearly not human, gathered in his hands.

"Snapped."

Hoshino Utsunomiya casually placed the bucket aside and gently grabbed the hand that reached out from behind him, trying to hold him down.

A pause, a moment of confusion, then, "Ahhhhhhh—"

Immediately following was a sharp pain from the tightening of that hand.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch—"

"Let go! Let go! Please let go! Help me! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry—"

Swiftly, the moment the bodily sensations are transmitted to the brain, a decisive reaction is completed in an instant.

Screams, then a forced order, and finally, a lightning-fast slide to his knees begging for mercy.

The pain intensifies with each increase in the pressure applied to the hand, and it only takes a short time to cross the line between what is tolerable and what is not.

Even though Hoshino Utsunomiya quickly let go of the hand, the lingering pain still remained in his body, warning him not to go any further.

In short, we've solved one problem first.

"?!"

The sound of pain is very infectious; at least the bullies trembled a little when they heard their classmate's screams.

However, pain that hasn't been experienced firsthand won't easily convince people; just looking around at all their companions will give them courage.

There are many of us!

"Attack him together! He's alone!"

As long as they shout like that, even the weakest creature will dare to challenge the enemy.

But the result is obvious.

"Uh--"

"what--"

"pat-"

One, two, three.

Hoshino Utsunomiya, you rely too much on your superpowers!

But having superpowers is so awesome!

They pounced on him one after another like the Calabash Brothers, only to be knocked to the ground with the most casual movements he could muster.