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[The members who were considered by the vice president to have the advantage in numbers all wailed and lay on the floor, rolling and groaning, with color on their faces. None of the people from the Taekwondo Club could stand this time.]

[The deputy minister, who believed that he was unbeatable in a fight except for the minister, was lying on the ground with limp limbs, almost unconscious.]

[A blood-stained hand tightly grasped the collar of his school uniform, lifting his upper body, forcing him to not lie down.]

[Then, a fist fell and hit the deputy minister's face, which was already bruised and swollen like a pig's head. The punch made him drool and his limbs twitched slightly.]

[A dark irregular circle slowly spread out from the middle of his pants, and a transparent liquid with a foul smell flowed to the floor. The deputy minister was obviously beaten to the point of urinary incontinence.]

【“——”】

[His forehead was red, blood was flowing down the wound on his forehead, covering half of his face. Zaimokuza mechanically raised his bloody fist and punched again.]

[His pure white hair lost its original purity because it was stained with blood. The blood stuck to his bangs, making his vision turn bright red.]

[But Zaimokuza acted as if he didn't see anything, and continued to raise his fist again and again, "punching" the unconscious vice-minister in the face with a force that was much smaller than the first time, one punch, two punches, three punches, four punches...]

[Even though he was seriously injured and couldn't even stand steadily, he still held up his fist with a terrifying spirit like a ghost, which frightened the teachers standing not far away and they didn't dare to approach at all. They could only stand there and watch Zaimokuza slowly and repeatedly beat him.]

[After who knows how many times, Zaimokuza once again pulled his fist out of the vice-minister's bloody mouth, and raised his cracked fist by instinct, then loosened and clenched it one by one. His palm, which had lost its intuition due to the pain, felt numb because of this action, making Zaimokuza almost unable to feel the existence of his fist.]

[But he still raised his arm. If he continued to swing his fist, his fist would be injured and could never be healed.]

[“——Stop! Zaimokuza!!!”]

[Just as Zaimokuza was about to raise his fist again with an expressionless face, a white figure pushed aside the teachers and students who were watching, opened his arms and hugged his clothes tightly from behind.]

[It was Shizuka Hiratsuka, who rushed over and was stunned by the horrifying scene in front of her. But before she saw her student was about to swing his fist and make a big mistake, she rushed over to stop him without hesitation.]

[“Enough! Enough already!”]

[Hiratsuka Shizuka said with a trembling voice as she looked at the deputy minister who had completely lost consciousness on the floor.]

[“If you keep going like this, you’ll kill him! You’ll become a murderer!”]

[Perhaps because he heard the teacher's voice, Zaimokuza stopped moving. 】

[He slowly turned his head and looked behind him. The eyes behind his blood-stained bangs were now full of confusion, like a child waking up from a nightmare, speaking in a dull voice.]

【"Hira...Tsuka...Sensei?"】

[“It’s me! It’s me!”]

【Listening to Zaimokuza's voice gradually regaining clarity at the end of his words, Hiratsuka Shizuka almost cried with joy, hugged Zaimokuza tightly, and buried her head in his shoulder.】

[“I…how…”]

[Zaimokuza looked at him in confusion, then turned to look at the unconscious vice-chairman, and the Taekwondo club members around him who were looking at him with fear after being helped up, and his eyes gradually widened.]

【Finally, he saw his raised fist.】

[The world seemed to become dark at this moment, and the whispers of people around my ears became elongated and distorted, as if I had arrived in another dimension.]

【But in such a gray vision, only the color on that arm is so eye-catching. 】

[Red, bone-deep red, like the pure red extracted from countless blood, it covered the skin and clothes of that arm, the color was so bright that it hurt Zaimokuza's eyes.]

[The fist slowly loosens, and the blood stuck between the fingers is pulled out into a bloody thread because of this action, and it is still connected between the fingers. ]

【Zaimokuza stared blankly at his blood-stained palm, and at this moment he suddenly recalled.】

[He recalled his extreme anger and loss of reason, and everything that happened afterwards.]

[He swung his fists and knocked down all those who stood in his way. He felt the soft touch of his fists sinking into the flesh, the sound of bones cracking and breaking under his fists, people's screams, the splashing red liquid, and the wet feeling when it soaked his skin... All of this was memorized by his fists.]

【Never, never forget. 】

[Looking at his blood-stained hands, Zaimokuza's eyes widened and finally almost popped out of his sockets, his pupils trembling violently.]

【"ah……"】

[His lips moved slightly, and in an instant, they turned into a heart-wrenching scream.]

【“——————Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”】

[He wielded violence to hurt others, but in the end he cried like an innocent person who was tortured by violence. His desperate wail was like a beast being driven to the edge of a cliff, echoing throughout the Sobu High School for a long time. ]

……

[After that day, Zaimokuza was no longer willing to raise his fists in front of others. ]

[Even though he knew that the violence of his fists might be able to stop malicious aggression, he was unwilling to use it even once, allowing others to bully him, as if he was paying for some sin in this way.]

[Since that day, he has hated violence and developed a deep-seated aversion to it. Even if this violence is wielded for justice, he can no longer convince himself to use it safely.]

[It's because every time he raises his fist and swings it, Zaimokuza will recall everything that happened that day. Even if the memory has been forgotten by his brain, it is still remembered by his fists.]

[Just because he used his fists and used violence to beat others, the feeling was like being in hell, and Zaimokuza would never forget it. ]

[——This is the real reason why he hates using violence so much.]

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Chapter position: 167 / Chapter price: 62 / Word count: 12799 / Update time: 2023-06-23 02:16:39

27. The Door of Memory: The True Self (12K)

Tokyo, Shuchiin Academy, Discipline Committee Office.

“——This is really too much!!!”

Seeing those Taekwondo club members on the screen speaking ill of "Zaimokuza Yoshiki" who had just lost his parents, Iino Miko angrily slapped the table with such force that the solid wood table vibrated.

"If these scumbags are students of Shuchi Academy, then I will definitely bring them all to justice and make them copy all the school rules ten thousand times!"

His big eyes turned red because of anger. The bullying suffered by "Zaimokuza Yoshiki" also resonated with Iino.

Because she had a similar experience in junior high school, although it was not as serious as the other party, she also deeply understood this feeling.

If there hadn't been some unknown kind-hearted person who kept writing letters and giving her bookmarks to encourage her, Iino Miko would most likely have suffered from depression due to the endless cold violence around her, and even become like the Ishigami Yuu whom she disliked.

Absolutely not!!!

After imagining in his mind that he was staring at the same dead fish eyes as Ishigami Yu, Iino felt as if goose bumps were crawling all over his body due to the chill, as if countless little Ishigami were crawling on his skin.

"Indeed, this is a bit too much..."

The quiet Daibutsu Kobashi did not feel extremely indignant about the fate of Zaimokuza Yoshiki like her good friend, but a pair of slender eyebrows on her face were also raised upwards, expressing her inner dissatisfaction and disgust.

But at the same time, a gloomy figure with a hunched back and long bangs appeared in Daibutsu Xiaoba's mind. That was the back of Ishigami Yu.

——Is this what you felt at that time? Ishigami.

"..."

And the person she was worried about, Yu Ishigami, was sitting in his room at this moment, also watching the scene on the screen in silence.

He looked at the bullies who were speaking ill of "Zaimokuza Yoshiki" and it seemed that there were also voices from distant memories ringing in his ears.

"Hey? Look! That's the guy, so disgusting..."

"Otomo-kun was so nice to him, but he not only beat up someone else's boyfriend, but also slandered his reputation. He is simply the lowest scum!"

"Yes, Otomo-san is really blind to help such a beast in human form who only knows the appearance but not the heart... Hey! Why don't we find a way to help Otomo-san's boyfriend vent his anger!"

……

Ishigami Yu still had no expression on his face, but the right eye that was not covered by his bangs had lost all its light at some point and became deep and dark, like an empty black cave, empty yet terrifying.

puff.

The plastic-bag milk can in his hand burst as he suddenly increased the force in his palm, and the pure white milk splashed all over Ishigami You's new clothes.

"..."

His hands covered in milk let go of the burst plastic bag, and Ishigami Yu lowered his head deeply, his figure submerged in the darkness of the room.

Chiba Prefecture, Sobu High School, health room.

Zaimokuza looked at himself on the screen, who was being humiliated in every way in the near future, with a silent expression.

But the observant Hikigaya could notice that Zaimokuza's palms had been clenched into fists at some point, and the blue meridians on the back of his hands were undulating like poisonous snakes, revealing his silent anger.

"Zaimokuza, calm down, that's not what's happening right now."

He placed his hand on Zaimokuza's shoulder and consoled him with a calm voice.

"We now know what we want to know, and now that we know it, we can take precautions in advance, so that such a future will no longer appear in reality."

"Those things have nothing to do with us anymore...Don't get angry about things that no longer exist. There's no point in that."

"..."

After hearing Hikigaya's words, Zaimokuza's body paused, and his clenched fists slowly loosened.

"…You're right, Hachiman."

"Now that we know how tragedies happen, we can prevent them... the future has changed."

He exhaled deeply and murmured with a complicated expression, as if he was explaining something to others, or comforting himself.

"Tsk! Although I already knew that those kids in the Taekwondo Club were not good people, I didn't expect them to go this far."

Hiratsuka Shizuka clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, looking at "Zaimokuza Yoshiki" who was surrounded and bullied by those members in the light curtain with her eyes full of anger, because that was the student she had personally taught.

"Those guys! I will definitely call them all to my office and teach them a lesson!"

"You don't need to do this anymore, Mr. Hiratsuka."

Yukinoshita Yukino's tone at this moment was even colder than usual, like frost and snow. Her pair of navy blue eyes were like two gems at the bottom of a lake at night, flashing with a cold blue light that made people feel bone-chilling.

"Thanks to this light curtain, now everyone in the world knows what kind of people those people in the Taekwondo Club are... In the future, Zaimokuza-san will be the Kamen Rider Kuuga who protects humanity. He is an absolute hero to humans, but they treat the guardian who stands on the side of humans like this. You can imagine the image they have in people's minds now."

"This group of bullies has completely died in the social sense. Now they have no future. Even if we don't count the future Zaimokuza-san, this has made them pay the price for their past evil deeds."

"Next, they will experience a thousand times the pain felt by those they have bullied, and continue to atone for their sins in this way."

There was nothing wrong with what Yukinoshita Yukino said. In fact, people's reckoning with these bullies has already begun in a corner that they cannot see.

The Taekwondo club members who appeared in the light curtain and participated in the bullying were now struggling to deal with their constantly ringing cell phones. Those calls were either loud curses from strangers or reproaches from their parents. Some of them even took great pains to confess their love to their girlfriends, but after seeing what they had done, they asked for a breakup without hesitation and cut off contact with each other in order to avoid being implicated.

The people around them were now all looking at them with undisguised disgust, with none of the smiling, flattering expressions they had in the past, filling these bullies, who had done so many evil things before, with pain and fear in their hearts.

At this moment, they truly understood the feelings of those students they had bullied in the past; it was a kind of despair where no one could get any help from them, whether they cried out to the heavens or the earth.

But the only difference is that no one will sympathize with them, because this is what bullies deserve, and now they are just tasting the consequences of their past actions.

[After that fight, Zaimokuza became notorious throughout Sobu High School. His fierce record of fighting seven people alone and almost wiping out the entire Taekwondo Club made him the top bad student in Sobu High School overnight, and he was even called the biggest and most evil student in this school in the past ten years.]

[Because of his domineering speech to the parents of those students in the guidance room afterwards, and the fact that he did such a serious thing but received almost no severe punishment (with the protection of Yukinoshita and Hiratsuka Shizuka), Zaimokuza has completely become the most untouchable person in Sobu High School in the eyes of other students, a real devil. ]

[But even if no one dares to challenge or humiliate him, it doesn't mean we can't teach him a lesson. ]

[Therefore, everyone tacitly began to use cold violence against him, completely treating him as if he did not exist. ]

[In the face of this situation, even the prominent families of Yukinoshita and Hiratsuka Shizuka are helpless. After all, even if they can use the power of their families to protect Zaimokuza despite everyone's accusations, they can't force others to greet him, right? ]

[Under such circumstances, Zaimokuza went through the most difficult period of his life. ]

[And so it was that day when the rain was pouring down. Zaimokuza, unable to bear the inner torment and the cold violence from others any longer, opened the door to the rooftop and sat alone in the rain for a whole day until Shizuka Hiratsuka accidentally found him.]

[It was also on that day that Hiratsuka Shizuka and Zaimokuza made a promise that would change his life. ]

[That promise was also Zaimokuza's redemption, pulling his spirit back from the edge of the abyss, allowing him to be completely reborn, so that he can truly walk out of the shadow of his parents' death and choose to face the world bravely alone in his future life.]

[After a few months, he opened the door of the Service Club again under the leadership of Hiratsuka Shizuka, and met Yukinoshita Yukino and Yuigahama Yui, who seemed to have never left since that day. ]

[When she saw him coming back, the most emotional Yuigahama Yui covered her mouth and almost cried on the spot, while Yukinoshita Yukino said nothing, but she, who usually treats people politely and coldly, did something that completely violated her character setting. ]

[Yukinoshita Yukino walked up to Zaimokuza, who was at a loss, and gave him a hug with open arms as he was stunned, and said softly:]