The Azure Sea is not a warrior with ripped clothes.

But fortunes change, and now he is the one facing death head-on, while the bastard who dragged him down is calmly sitting to the side drinking water.

"Cheers—ha~ It's so refreshing to be free of worries, Iori! A real man needs to learn to assess the situation; being hot-blooded won't do!"

Having obediently signed what could be described as a "contract of servitude" to join the club, Miyazawa Yu felt no backache or leg pain, and even his sarcasm became exceptionally powerful.

Her expression quickly contorted into a grotesque facial expression, and Kitahara Iori stared intently at this self-absorbed bastard with her pupils narrowed to a single point.

It's decided! His lifelong nemesis is none other than Miyazawa Yu! He'll remember this grudge!

"Three! Two! One!"

"Wait a moment!!!"

Taking advantage of the infighting between the two newcomers, Kitahara Iori and Miyazawa Yu, Ryujiro seized the opportunity and, with a sinister grin, pressed Iori's finger into the inkpad.

What happened next was simple. Poor Iori was slowly pressed down on her right hand by her seniors, and watched with a black line on her face as her fingers crushed onto the [membership application form], leaving a bright red finger mark.

"Oh no... my wonderful college life..."

Two lines of clear tears slowly slid down her cheeks from her bangs. There's no going back, there's really no going back!

"Everyone! We've recruited another new member! Izu University's record so far is a total of two! Let's welcome the newcomer!"

Like throwing away an empty milk carton after drinking it, Iori, who had no further use, was quickly released.

Ryujiro proudly showed his completed membership application form to fellow enthusiasts from other universities, earning a thunderous cheer!

"Yo!!! Welcome, newcomer!"

"Waaaaah! The Izu branch is now recruiting the most people! I'll punish myself with three drinks!"

"Stop cheating, you bastard! You want to drink without playing baseball? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

"Baseball Fist! Let's play Baseball Fist!"

The atmosphere became tense again, and the enthusiasm that the five burly and energetic college students exuded when they gathered together was astonishing.

As the baseball game continued, the number of empty bottles and various pieces of clothing on the ground rapidly increased.

"Ugh~ Isn't this just using the welcome party as an excuse to drink? Are you okay, Iori?"

Silently extricating himself from the flying clothes, Miyazawa Yu casually picked up a wine bottle and poked Kitahara Iori, whose wine had completely burned out, twice with the thinner end.

If he wants to become non-recyclable waste, it's better to go to the garbage station. Otherwise, such a big lump of Nana Hana is not only difficult to sort, but transporting it to the garbage recycling point is also a big project.

What if the angel gets exhausted? (盈令艺肆鷗99！)

"You bastard...you must be thinking something bad!"

With her face contorted from crying, Kitahara Iori showed no gratitude to the only kind person who cared about her.

Although their relationship was short, he had already figured out that Miyazawa Yu was no good, and now his feigned comfort was definitely for ulterior motives!

"Alas~ We are both pitiful people who cannot control our fate. Since we are no longer in competition, why should we be at odds with each other?"

Shaking his head dejectedly, Miyazawa Yu didn't say anything more, but placed a glass of water steadily in front of Kitahara Iori with a forlorn look in his eyes: "I know you don't believe me, but at least moisten your throat, you must be exhausted."

"Water...you're not entirely a jerk!"

Looking at the plastic cup in front of him, its outer wall covered with water droplets, Kitahara Iori realized that his throat was indeed as parched as a desert, and a glass of cold water was exactly what he needed!

Unexpectedly... this bastard actually cares about him! Recalling his earlier rejection, a sense of guilt welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Yes! Now their fates are tragically intertwined with the O-body Pab section, so wouldn't it be too pitiful for them to still be suspicious of each other?

"Then I won't stand on ceremony! Arigato!"

Suddenly raising her head, Kitahara Iori's hopeful eyes met Miyazawa Yu's encouraging gaze.

At this moment! Their thoughts were connected! Their friendship was completely elevated!

"Tons, tons, tons——"

Without a second thought, Kitahara Iori grabbed the plastic cup, tilted her head back, and gulped down the ice water. The coolness instantly traveled from her neck to her stomach, quenching her thirst after her escape and wailing…

Wait a minute! Why does this water taste a little spicy? And what's more!

"Cough cough, this, this isn't water at all! What did you give me to drink?!"

With a thud, Kitahara Iori knelt down, clutching her burning throat, unable to rise again. The liquid that she hadn't swallowed gathered on her chin and finally dripped to the ground.

"Huh? What water? Did I say there was water in the cup?"

Having achieved his goal, the concern on Miyazawa Yu's face vanished instantly, replaced by a sinister smile.

"!!!"

Kitahara Iori's eyes narrowed to pinpoints as she carefully recalled the events and realized that Miyazawa Yu had indeed never said that the cup contained water.

So it was all premeditated, waiting for him here! Then why! Why did they do this!

"Ryujiro-senpai, Iori didn't even get drunk from a single glass of vodka. He seems to have a pretty good alcohol tolerance. May I leave for now?"

Once he realized that Kitahara Iori didn't seem to be unable to hold his liquor, Miyazawa Yu immediately ran up to Jujiro and asked to leave.

He had already discussed it with the other party when he signed the agreement. If he could get Iori drunk, he could leave the celebration banquet early to pack his bags.

"Oh! You're quite capable! But you can't just leave!"

Holding up a finger and waving it in front of Miyazawa Yu, Ryujiro abandoned his reliable senior demeanor and revealed the same sinister smile.

"but……"

With a sense of foreboding, Miyazawa Yu tried to argue his case.

He just arrived in Izu today. If he attends a welcome party, he definitely won't have time to get the house keys. Even hotels probably won't take in a drunk guest!

"Hey~ I really want to let you go back, but we agreed to get Iori drunk, right?"

"Hmm... how about we relax the standards a bit?"

With a flustered expression, Miyazawa Yu's mind raced, and he concluded that Ryujiro-senpai had indeed told him that.

The hunter suddenly became the prey!

But since Iori's already passed out, whether he's drunk or not shouldn't matter...

Hey! You scoundrel!

Miyazawa Yu's argument came to an abrupt halt when his shoulder was slapped down, as he could sense an ominous aura rising behind him.

Stiffly turning his head, he saw Kitahara Iori, who had clearly burned out just moments before, staring at him with veins bulging on his face. The open bottle of vodka in his left hand looked strangely familiar.

Ah! I remember now! Isn't this the bottle I opened earlier to get the other person drunk?

"Open your mouth! You scoundrel!"

"No! This is the only thing I can't do! I want to go home!"

"It's okay! You can stay with me tonight! After all, we're best friends! Right, Uncle?"

"Okay, Yu, you can stay here! There are still rooms available!"

As Iori frantically pinned Miyazawa Yu to the ground and shoved a bottle into his mouth, pouring alcohol down his throat, Toshio Kotegawa's smile grew even more gentle and radiant.

As expected, homesickness can only be cured by friendship. Isn't Iori now taking the initiative to ask to stay at his place, and even asking his friends to stay overnight?

What vibrant and youthful college students they are!

"Yamete! Nanaka-nee, why are you just watching! Help!"

For some reason, Iori's strength increased more than tenfold. Even though Miyazawa Yu resisted desperately by sealing his throat, a lot of vodka was still forced into his stomach.

Since Toshio Kotegawa was not involved, he could only reach out to the angel who was also standing behind the counter for help.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! It's not right to force people to drink like this, Iori. Calm down first!"

"Tch! I'll spare your life, you worthless bastard!"

Faced with Miyazawa Yu's wailing, Kotegawa Nanaka showed surprising gentleness and actually stepped forward to persuade the enraged Iori to calm down.

Miyazawa Yu was extremely grateful for this, but for his own safety, the first thing he did after getting up was to grab the bucket and run away.

However, Nanaka Kotegawa suddenly grabbed his wrist and asked, puzzled, "Where do you want to go, Yu-kun?"

"I...go home?"

With his feet frozen in place, Miyazawa Yu, having failed to escape, had no choice but to honestly turn himself in.

Hearing this, Nanaka Kotegawa made a big X with her hands and explained, "No way! If you run away while drinking, you won't be able to make any friends in the future!"

"so……"

"Baseball Fist! Iori can't force-feed alcohol, and Yuya must take it seriously; that's the only fair thing to do!"

"Oh! It's a rookie boxing match! Everyone come and watch!"

Hearing that the newcomers were going to have a baseball boxing match, the senior students, who were originally fighting individually, all swarmed around and took sides. At this point, Miyazawa Yu had no choice but to agree!

"System! Give me a mission! Just one that lets me easily defeat Iori!"

【…】

[Mission: Entering a burly academy club! Please obtain the most heartfelt "Awesome" praise from the senior members to solidify your position within the club!]

[Mission Reward: Something the host might need most!]

...Gaining the senior's approval? This isn't something that can be done in a few minutes. What a lousy system! It clearly doesn't intend for me to easily obtain the reward that can easily crush Iori!

However... it's just a basic martial arts game, and his opponent is only Kitahara Iori. He won't lose!

Setting aside the idea of ​​cheating and relying on the system to win, Yuuka Miyazawa's eyes blazed with boundless fighting spirit, and the art style suddenly became very JoJo-esque.

Staring at Kitahara Iori, who was also eager to fight, with a grin spreading from his lips to his ears and covered in Araki patterns, a life-or-death battle was inevitable!

Chapter 6 This will be a high gamble, my friend!

"I am back!"

After packing her diving suit, Chisa Kotegawa pushed open the door of Grand Blue with a slightly apprehensive feeling.

Not long ago, when she was taking off her wetsuit on the rocks by the sea, she saw her childhood sweetheart whom she hadn't seen for ten years.

Although they didn't exchange a single word because of his father, what has become of Iori now...?

"Ugh! Why did I lose again?! You little bastard, you're trying to play dirty tricks on me, aren't you?!"

"Hahaha! No way, Iori! There's only one pair of underwear left! Should I take it off?"

"Are you kidding? Of course! Even without clothes, I'll still crush this bastard in the next round!"

The store seemed to have a lot more strange customers, and among the two unfamiliar faces, the one throwing her underwear on the ground looked like her childhood sweetheart.

As for the other composed young man, he was dressed neatly, but because he had drunk too much, his body language was extremely arrogant.

Holding up his beer mug, he shouted as if he had won some great honor, surrounded by burly men.

"I! WIN! YOU! LOSER!"

"..."

The expectation of a seamless transition to contempt vanished from Chisa Kotegawa's eyes in an instant.

Walking to the counter, she coldly asked her older sister, who was watching the commotion, "Sister, what's going on? Has our family decided to switch to making male genitalia?"

"Really! Chisa, what nonsense are you talking about? Iori-kun is just unlucky!"

Upon hearing this, Nanaka Kotegawa frowned slightly and reprimanded her in a low voice.

Honestly, they're childhood friends, and it's one thing for Chisa not to cheer for Iori-kun, but how can she say that!

"Ah……"

With a cold laugh, Kotegawa Chisa felt that she had wasted the first half of her life, knowing that she had grown up with such a sick guy.

But since things had come to this, she didn't want to care about anything anymore.

Since Kitahara Iori likes baseball so much, let him be. She's going back to her room to wash her eyes anyway.

"Damn it! I lost again! Why! Why haven't you ever lost a single game?!"

On the other side, Kitahara Iori took two steps back in disbelief, staring at her trembling hands, completely unable to accept the cruel reality.

Ten times! A full ten times of baseball punches!

He never won even once, and that was despite Miyazawa Yu being forced to drink excessively.

How could this be! Even Lady Luck isn't on my side!