Hot-blooded anime: Starting from being a bad boy, you can dominate the world!

The power that Ryuji Kurosaki displayed was etched into his mind like a nightmare.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto knew his limits.

"so..."

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's gaze became extremely solemn, even carrying a hint of pleading: "Whether we can win or not depends entirely on the two of you!"

"Wha...what?!"

Incheon Hideaki suddenly raised his head, his rugged face filled with astonishment, as if he hadn't heard clearly.

Ueda Sashio's face was also full of disbelief.

Kenzo Shida also gasped, staring at Mitsumasa Tsukimoto in shock.

"Three against three, as long as you guys win, it doesn't matter if I lose, don't worry... At the Northwest Branch, besides Ryuji Kurosaki, the only troublesome ones are Makio Mito, Jun Kamata, Taiga Narumi, and Toshiro Toba!"

"Mito is a lone wolf, so he definitely won't participate. As for the remaining three, we believe in you. You won't lose against any of you!"

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto patted Sasio Ueda and Hideaki Nikawa on the shoulders and said in a deep voice.

All of a sudden.

Ueda Sashio and Nikawa Hideaki didn't know whether to thank Tsukimoto Mitsumasa for believing in their abilities or to complain that Tsukimoto Mitsumasa was pushing them into a fire pit.

...........

The setting sun bathed the streets in a warm orange-red hue.

Ryuji Kurosaki walked alone on his way back to the Northwest Branch School, his silver hair fluttering slightly in the evening breeze.

For him, the "visit" to the Northeast branch was just a routine matter to be handled, and he was not particularly moved.

After making preparations, I'll go see Makio Mito.

If Mito Makio agrees, then in a three-on-three situation, the odds of winning would be 99%. After all, Mito Makio is no less than anyone from the Tohoku branch campus. At least in terms of stats, he is even stronger than Tsukimoto Mitsumasa.

Compared to Ueda Sashio, he also has the advantage of age.

Of course, if Mito Makio disagrees, then he'll get a beating.

If beating him up doesn't work, then beat up all his brothers; they'll eventually agree.

After all, Makio Mito is a brother-complex guy.

As I turned a corner, a noisy argument erupted ahead.

"Hey...oneman, are you lonely walking alone? Want to hang out with us guys for a bit?"

"Hey, what good stuff is in your bag? Let your brother see?"

Several hooligans were surrounding a girl.

The girl was cornered against the wall, clutching her bag tightly in her arms. Although there was a hint of panic on her face, her eyes were unusually stubborn and sharp.

It was Ruka Aizawa.

"Go away!"

Ruka Aizawa's voice was crisp and cold, carrying an unyielding anger.

"Wow! It's pretty spicy!"

A thug with dyed yellow hair, who seemed to be the leader, grinned and reached for her backpack: "Brother, I like spicy food!"

Just as that dirty hand was about to touch the backpack.

A cold glint flashed in Ruka Aizawa's eyes!

She moved with astonishing speed, suddenly shifting her body to the side to avoid the grabbing hand, while simultaneously gripping the backpack straps tightly with both hands. Using the power of her waist and abdomen rotation, she swung the heavy backpack out like a meteor hammer!

boom! ! !

A muffled sound!

Before the blond thug could react, the heavy backpack slammed into his nose.

"Ow!!!"

A piercing scream shattered the tranquility of the street.

The blond thug clutched his nose, which had collapsed instantly and was gushing blood. He was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face. He staggered back several steps, still clutching his nose and bending over.

"You bitch! How dare you lay a hand on me!"

Several thugs nearby were both shocked and furious. They immediately surrounded him, their faces contorted with rage, and it looked like they were about to make a move.

Just as tensions were rising, a calm and even voice rang out from the street corner. The voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears.

"Ruka, do you need any help?"

Ryuji Kurosaki had stopped walking at some point and was standing a few meters away, his hands in his uniform pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips, quietly watching them.

The afterglow of the setting sun outlined his tall and imposing figure.

When Ruka Aizawa saw Ryuji Kurosaki, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, followed by a sense of relief.

She was about to speak.

"Damn it..."

"Which one..."

The thugs, while cursing whoever was too busy to care about their own lives, suddenly turned around to look at the source of the sound.

When they saw Kurosaki Ryuji clearly, they saw his tall figure, his signature silver hair, and his Housen uniform.

All anger was instantly replaced by boundless fear!

"Kuro...Ryuji Kurosaki?!"

A pesky screamed, his voice distorted.

"How...how did he get here?"

The other thug's face turned ashen, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

The terrifying rumors about Ryuji Kurosaki have already spread to an incredible degree!

Crushing Suzuran Southwest Branch School, defeating Kawada No. 2 High School... Every legend is enough to make these small fry tremble with fear!

"I'm...I'm so sorry! Brother! We're so sorry! We didn't recognize your greatness! We've disturbed you! We'll leave right now! We'll leave right now!"

"I'm so sorry! It was our fault, 2.3! Please forgive us!"

The thugs were terrified. They scrambled to their feet and helped up the still groaning leader, not daring to utter a single threat. Like stray dogs, they fled the scene at the fastest speed they had ever seen, leaving behind only a mess and a few drops of blood from his nose.

The street instantly returned to silence.

As Ruka Aizawa watched the thugs flee in a disheveled state, and then looked at Ryuji Kurosaki, who was still standing there calmly, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, like the first melting of snow: "These guys can run faster than rabbits."

She dusted off her bag, walked up to Ryuji Kurosaki, and smiled sincerely: "Thanks, Kurosaki-kun. Your 'reputation' is more effective than your fists now. By the way... what are you doing here?"

Looking at the girl in front of him, who had just fought back fiercely like a little female leopard but was now smiling brightly, Kurosaki Ryuji shook his head slightly: "I had something to do at the Tohoku branch, and I just happened to be passing by on my way back."

Ruka Aizawa tilted her head, looking at Ryuji Kurosaki's slightly tired but still upright figure, and said with a smile, "Is that so...why don't you want to come to my house for a while? It's not far ahead. I'll buy you a drink as a thank you for scaring those guys away?"

Ryuji Kurosaki initially wanted to refuse, but looking into Ruka Aizawa's clear, expectant eyes, he paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

The two walked side by side on the street bathed in the red glow of the setting sun, as if the earlier conflict was just a trivial incident.

Chapter 158 Mito Tatsuya

After walking through several familiar streets, Ryuji Kurosaki followed Ruka Aizawa to a small shop facing the street.

The shop isn't very big, and there's a simple sign hanging at the entrance.

Fresh vegetables and fruits are neatly arranged on wooden shelves and in baskets by the door, exuding the scent of earth and sunshine.

"Please come in... It's a bit messy, please don't mind."

Ruka Aizawa was the first to push open the shop door, and the clear sound of wind chimes rang out.

The store is compact but very clean, and the air is filled with the sweet aroma of fruits and vegetables.

There was a small counter at the back, behind which seemed to be a door leading to the living quarters.

Ryuji Kurosaki nodded slightly and followed him inside.

His presence, especially his striking phoenix-themed uniform and silver hair, seemed somewhat out of place in this charming little shop.

"Sit anywhere."

Ruka Aizawa pointed to a small stool in front of the counter, and then skillfully took out a can of oolong tea and a bottle of cola from the refrigerator next to her: "Oolong tea or cola?"

"Cola! Thank you!"

Ryuji Kurosaki responded and sat quietly on the stool, calmly surveying the simple yet cozy little space.

Ruka Aizawa then handed the cola to Ryuji Kurosaki.

She leaned against the counter and opened a oolong tea.

"It is said that..."

Ruka Aizawa took a sip of oolong tea, then looked up at Ryuji Kurosaki with clear eyes, a hint of curiosity and inquiry in her gaze: "Your Housen Northwest Branch School defeated Suzuran Southwest Branch School a few days ago? Is that true?"

"Ah."

Ryuji Kurosaki nodded as he drank his cola.

"That's amazing! I've heard that Fengxian has never defeated Linglan before, so it seems you're the first person in history to do so!"

Ruka Aizawa exclaimed in genuine admiration, but then her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, revealing deep confusion: "But... I don't quite understand, why do you boys always have to fight? Today you hit me, tomorrow I hit you, we fight between schools, we fight between factions... Aren't you tired? Doesn't it hurt? What's the point?"

Her question was direct and genuine, devoid of sarcasm, only filled with sincere doubt.

Living in this world, she often sees delinquent youths fighting each other with violence, which she finds both dangerous and incomprehensible.

Ryuji Kurosaki put down his teacup, the bottom of which made a slight tapping sound against the table.

He remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly pondering how to answer this simple yet complex question.

His gaze, behind his glasses, fell upon the street outside the shop, bathed in the red glow of the setting sun; his voice was low and calm.

"For many reasons."

"To train myself and break through my limits."

"We cannot let our comrades who have shed sweat and blood alongside us down."

"For the school's long-standing honor and heritage."

"To prove myself and to obtain that title that everyone recognizes."

His answer was concise, yet it encompassed the core logic of the delinquent world: power, bonds, honor, and status.

Behind every word lies sweat and blood.

Ruka Aizawa listened attentively, nodding thoughtfully as if she understood part of it, but clearly still had deeper questions.

She looked at Ryuji Kurosaki's cold, hard profile and pressed, "And you? Kurosaki-kun, what's it all for? Is it also for that title? The so-called pinnacle of delinquency?"

Before she could finish her question, the loud voices of several teenagers came from outside the shop.

"Hey! Look inside! That hair! That uniform!"

"Striking silver hair! And it's Fengxian's!"

"No way? Could it be... the legendary one?"

Three boys, dressed in the uniforms of a nearby junior high school, with childish faces but already somewhat arrogant eyes, were seen peering into the shop from the entrance. Their eyes were fixed on Ryuji Kurosaki, filled with shock, excitement and disbelief.

One of the bolder ones swallowed hard, mustered his courage, and stepped into the shop, his voice trembling with excitement: "Excuse me...excuse me! Are you...the head of the Housen Northwest Branch School, Kurosaki...Kurosaki Ryuji-senpai?!"

Ryuji Kurosaki calmly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the three teenagers, and gave a curt reply: "Mm."

"Wow!!!"

"It really is Kurosaki-senpai!!"

"It's the real Kurosaki-senpai, no... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you, I'm just too... too excited!!!"

Upon confirmation, the three junior high school students jumped up excitedly, their faces turning bright red!

They tugged at each other, their excitement palpable.