Unspeakable bubbles

Bubble shook her golden braids, her fingers intertwined, "Fight back!"

"boom"

The volleyball flew back and forth between the two players with astonishing momentum, while the spectators cheered continuously.

"Well done, Bubble!"

"come on!"

"Defeat Ikuko!"

"The transfer student is awesome!"

Not only the girls, but even the boys who had run far away were attracted.

"He actually put up a good fight against that Yuko. I didn't realize Bubble was so strong." Takano was amazed by the intensity of the match, and at the same time, his fear of Yuko lessened considerably.

'You think you can fight a bubble? Looks like you're not all that great after all.'

"Those two are really imposing."

Naoe's eyes were somewhat glazed over. They had managed to turn an ordinary volleyball match into a clash of masters, a display of mutual respect.

'However, the sound seems a bit off.'

A question arose in my mind: Did the volleyball make a dull 'thump thump' sound when I used to play volleyball?

“Bubble…” Kimiko’s feelings were complicated.

On the one hand, I feel proud of my friends, but on the other hand, I feel an indescribable sense of loss.

Kimiko couldn't quite put her finger on why she felt so lost.

Putting aside her ulterior motives, the most shocked person among everyone was none other than Misa Ohara.

Others, unaware of the actual situation, only saw the two competing with great momentum, but she was different.

That 'volleyball' isn't for playing games; to put it bluntly, it's a disposable prop used to injure people.

'Where does she get her arm strength?'

In Misa Ohara's opinion, a girl as young as Bubbles wouldn't even be able to lift that 'volleyball' filled with sand and stones, let alone interact with Ikuko like this.

Suppressing her initial shock, Misa Ohara began to observe with a professional eye.

'Her physical strength, eyesight, judgment, and agility are far beyond what a little girl her age could possess.'

'Furthermore, her physical coordination is astonishing, perfectly utilizing every advantage she possesses.'

Only in this way can we contend with that Yuko.

Yuko, to be honest, she was quite surprised herself.

Misa Ohara knew that she was physically fit, but she only thought that it was 'beyond the level that should be expected for her age' or 'able to compete with adults'.

This now seems completely 'abnormal', which might be why her mentor values ​​her?

Misa Ohara was very satisfied with this operation. It seems that sometimes taking slightly excessive measures is necessary.

However, Bubble's friend really gave her a big gift.

I really want some cookies that can improve my physical fitness in every way.

So much time has passed, I wonder if there are any bubbles left.

Thinking of this, Misa Ohara's heart fluttered.

She was lost in thought when the match between the two players on the field reached its climax.

"huh, huh"

Gone was her initial composure; Yuko's breathing began to become heavy.

Sweat dripped from my face into my eyes, stinging painfully.

How long has it been since I've felt this happy?

His body, which had seemed rusty, was now lubricated, and a steady stream of power surged back into his limbs.

Yu Zi wiped her face, and the anger in her heart dissipated considerably without her realizing it.

"Bubble, can we continue?"

The little girl was in a much worse state than Yuko.

She looked like she had been pulled out of the water; she was soaking wet.

"Whoosh—whoosh—the bubbles can keep going!"

"Then, hmm?"

The rough texture made Yuko lower her head. It turned out that the volleyball was already in terrible condition, with fine sand constantly leaking out from the loose stitches.

"Let's save the outcome for next time."

With a mix of regret and satisfaction, Yuko waved goodbye to Bubble.

Upon hearing this, the little girl sat down on the ground, panting, and said, "Then, then let's play again next time."

In terms of physical strength alone, Bubble, despite its mysterious enhancements, is still slightly inferior to Yuko.

"What a fantastic match."

Seeing that the two were not planning to continue, Misako Ohara came over.

"Bubble, are you tired?"

"Hey!"

An arrogant voice interrupted her.

"Sakakibara, how can you talk to a teacher like that? What do you mean by 'hey'?!"

Misa Ohara felt challenged; this guy was truly lawless.

"Put a little more effort into making a better prop next time."

"Huh, what are you talking about?" Misa Ohara pretended to be clueless.

"Hmph, here you go!"

Ikuko Sakakibara served the last ball of the day.

A fierce gust of wind swept over her, and Misa Ohara was completely caught off guard.

I felt a sharp pain on my face, followed by a 'crack' sound.

With her mind blank, she fell to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

The class was completely stunned, but the perpetrator didn't seem to care at all.

Sakakibara Ikuko felt all the frustration in her heart disappear. Without even looking at Kohara Misa, she turned and left.

"How dare you!"

Misa Ohara touched her nose with trembling hands, feeling a piercing pain.

That blow was too heavy; my face is still numb and I can't feel anything.

What worried her most was that 'crack' sound; Misa Kohara suspected that her nose had been broken.

She glared at that arrogant back with hatred, wishing she could pounce on him and tear off a piece of his flesh.

With a final burst of rationality, Misa Ohara barely managed to suppress this absurd idea.

I can't beat her in a fight, and besides, looking at that bastard's unbridled manner, if I dare to pounce on her, she'll dare to punch me again!

Misa Ohara gritted her teeth and stood up; she couldn't stay lying there and become a laughingstock.

"Teacher," someone asked tremblingly, "Are you alright?"

"I feel like, hiss."

The movement was slightly too large, and it immediately aggravated the wound.

Misa Ohara was in so much pain that tears were about to fall. She took a deep breath and ordered, "Go do what you're supposed to do, and there's still Bubble."

"Oh, oh," the little girl was also stunned, seemingly still not recovered from the unexpected turn of events.

"Go back to your dorm and take a shower first. Your teacher will come to see you later."

Even at this moment, Misa Ohara did not forget her purpose.

She gave Bubble a wry smile, then bent down and carried the damn volleyball away.

I'll need her help later, so I can't reveal it.

Pain gnawed at Misa Ohara's brain, and she had only one thought in mind.

We can't just let this go. So what if we have the old man backing us up?

I will gain power, and then take revenge tenfold or a hundredfold!

Chapter 47, Section 047: The Revenge of Disfigurement

"dong dong"

Inside the room, Bubble, having finished washing clothes, was flipping through a book: "Who is it?"

"Bubble, your teacher has come to see you."

"Oh!"

Upon hearing this, the little girl immediately ran to the door.

She opened the door and paused, then exclaimed, "...Ms. Kohara?"

At this moment, Misa Ohara's appearance was undeniably pitiful. Her head was wrapped in gauze, and her nose was fixed in place with a simple mold. She was completely unlike her usual shrewd and capable self.

"I just dealt with it a little, it's nothing serious."

Seeing Bubble's surprised expression, her hatred deepened.

As a woman, the hatred of being disfigured is simply irreconcilable!