My youth story cannot be a knight war

"Oh my~ I didn't expect Mr. Smile's true identity is actually that Zaimokuza-san..."

Ebina Hina rested her small chin on Miura Yumiko's fair shoulder, and watched the Zaimokuza they were familiar with in the video with her. Her pair of glasses reflected the gloss of the screen, making it impossible to see the eyes hidden behind the lenses, and her mouth was curved into an "ω" shape like a cat.

"Indeed not—wait!? Himena, you already guessed it?"

Miura Yumiko subconsciously wanted to nod in agreement, but suddenly realized that there seemed to be something else behind Ebina Hina's words, and turned to look at her in surprise.

"Well, since I know Yukinoshita and call her the captain, that means she should be a member of the Service Club. Plus, there's a classmate named Zaimokuza, so it seems there's only one person like that among the people I know. But I really didn't expect that Zaimokuza would grow up to be so handsome in the future. I'm really surprised."

"You're lying! There's not even a hint of surprise on your face!"

"Hey~"

Compared to the two girls playing together, Hayato Hayama's expression at the moment was a little strange. He looked at the photo on the phone screen, skipping three of them and only focusing on the one in the center of the picture -

Hikigaya Hachiman.

Looking at the pair of dead fish eyes whose DHA concentration could not be concealed even in photos, Hayato Hayama's expression was a little puzzled. For some reason, he always had a strange sense of déjà vu when looking at these eyes.

It was as if... as if I had seen these eyes at another time in the past?

————(*%#%%￥#……%#%)

Some strange noises rang in his ears, and Hayato Hayama's brain suddenly went blank at that moment, and countless overlapping and strange illusions appeared before his eyes.

Burning flames, ruins engulfed in flames, shattered mugs, hands lying in pools of blood, countless people wailing as they fled...

And the overwhelming dark shadow in his eyes, and a pair of extremely cold words.

"%*￥##￥#@￥."

The voice was distorted and unclear, but the coldness and indifference in it made people feel extremely cold to the bone and stung their souls.

-

"Well!"

The cell phone fell from his hand, and Hayato Hayama fell to the ground with weak knees, supporting himself with one hand and covering his forehead with the other.

"Hayato! What's wrong with you!?"

The sound of the phone falling to the ground attracted the attention of Yumiko Miura who was playing around. When she saw the boy she liked suddenly kneel down, she let out a scream that attracted the attention of the whole class.

"Hayato, are you okay?"

"Are you okay? Hayama-san..."

As a top pop star in the class, countless people immediately surrounded Hayato Hayama and asked him about his well-being. Many hands helped him up from his kneeling position.

"No, it's nothing... Don't worry, I'm just a little dizzy."

Hayato Hayama, who was helped to stand up, shook his head and forced a smile to the worried Miura Yumiko in front of him.

"Dizzy? But your forehead is sweating."

Miura Yumiko didn't let him fool her and pointed at his forehead and said.

"Hey?"

Hayato Hayama reached out and touched his forehead, and there was a wet mark of water on his fingers.

"Are you really okay, Hayato?"

"I……"

This time he did not respond to the other party's concern. Looking at the sweat on his fingers, Hayato Hayama's eyes were confused for the first time.

He once again recalled the voice he had just heard and the scene that seemed like a dream. This time, the smart brain of the second-best student in the grade worked as slowly as a turtle and could not think of anything.

What did you just see?

As everyone in the world reacted differently, the content in the video continued to develop.

[A few hours ago, Bunkyo-ku, Tokyo. ]

Mebio remained transformed, covering his right eye, which had been shot by a police bullet, as he walked through a dimly lit artificial passage, leaving conspicuous traces of water with every step he took.

[As soon as it turned a corner, it stopped and looked at the several figures in strange costumes standing across the tunnel.]

The companions it had separated from in the tunnel earlier, along with Number Three and the woman in the gauze dress who had rushed here from Nagano Prefecture, were among them. They all stared expressionlessly at the water-stained and utterly disheveled Mebio. The cold and beautiful woman with the white rose totem on her forehead stepped out, looking at it with indifference.

"You broke the rules, Zu-Mebio-Da."

[“As the judge, I will cancel your qualification to participate in “Kikiru” according to the regulations.”]

"I was only going to avenge my eye! It was those Lindo who provoked me first! Baruba!"

The words spoken by the woman known as Baruba immediately caused Mebio to lose its composure. It pointed at its own eyes, which had not yet recovered, its tone filled with extreme anger and hatred.

[But not even one person responded to her. All the people standing opposite her had blank expressions on their faces. Number 3 even sneered and flicked the earrings on his ears.]

【“…”】

Mebio, having already known the outcome of this incident, lowered its head and walked forward silently. Its terrifying figure, visible through the glass windows outside the tunnel, entered a partitioned area of ​​a building. When it emerged again, it had transformed back into the wildly dressed young woman, silently passing by its companions.

"Mebio!"

[One of the young men, who was only wearing a jacket, reached out to grab her shoulders, but was stopped by the man who was as strong as a wrestler. When he looked over, the man shook his head and responded in a dull voice.]

[“Forget it, this is her own choice.”]

The man in the jacket opened his mouth, about to say something, but ultimately closed his purple-painted lips in silence. Baruba, standing at the front of the group, glanced back indifferently at Mebio's figure disappearing into the depths of the tunnel. He raised his right hand, adorned with a stone ring adorned with sharp horns like those of an insect.

[“Let’s go, Kikiru is about to start, and we need to determine the first contestant next.”]

【"I--"】

After hearing Baruba's words, Number Three, beaming with joy, wanted to raise his hand, but Baruba walked past him without even a glance. The rest of the group followed suit, leaving him helplessly silent and following the end of the group.

Koukouyusei High School, student dormitory.

"Kikiru? There's no way to tell what it is from the name, but since it requires contestants, it should be something similar to a ceremony that requires multiple people to participate."

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka looked at the scene of the broken screen in his hand expressionlessly, his eyelids drooping slightly, trying to analyze what the word "Kikiru" meant.

"However, according to the practice and habit of these unidentified life forms called Gurongi to kill people as soon as they appear, then this so-called "Kikiru"..."

“I guess it’s definitely not a good thing.”

Kyosuke Kousaka watched the unidentified life forms leaving on the classroom TV and made this judgment about the so-called "Kikiru" in their mouths. An unknown feeling of worry rose from the bottom of his heart.

[Flowers, trees, sky, breeze, clouds, sun, rainbow, ocean, beach, forest, stones, gravel, earth, sirens, blood, corpses, screams, killing, monsters. ]

【This is the general situation of Tokyo today. 】

[Beep, beep, beep—]

[More than a dozen police cars were running on the street, chasing the black shadow running on the road of life in front of them. The surprising thing was that the steel creatures with four wheels were left far behind by the figure with only two long legs of flesh and blood. The distance between the two sides was very stable, and the deviation never exceeded ten meters. As time passed, the police cars were gradually left behind by the running black shadow, and only a few police motorcycles were left stubbornly hanging behind it.]

[“Call headquarters! Call headquarters! We can’t catch up with No. 5! The opponent is too fast! Request support! Request support—get out of the way!”]

[The police car at the front looked at the figure of No. 5, who was getting farther and farther away in the field of vision, and dialed the communication channel on the motorcycle, but before he could finish the call for help, it turned into a shrill roar.]

The dark figure running ahead stopped, its dark skin visible in the sunlight. It was Mebio in his Gurongi form.

【"snort!"】

Mebio looked at the police motorcycles rapidly approaching him from behind. His face, resembling that of an ancient Egyptian pharaoh, curled upwards slightly, his previously motionless mouth. His sneer was filled with disdain and a deeply hidden resentment.

[The disdain is for the weakness of these Lindos, and the resentment is precisely because these Lindos made him lose the qualification to perform "Kikiru". 】

[As soon as he thought of this, an overwhelming hatred surged out from his heart, transforming into boundless murderous intent, making it unable to curb the urge to kill these people. ]

[Since I have already lost the qualification to participate, it doesn’t matter what happens next! Screw the bullshit rules! I just want to see a river of blood! ]

Mebio spun around and kicked, striking the front end of an oncoming motorcycle. The rider screamed and flew a distance from the inertia before falling into the green belt ahead. The motorcycle was stopped and tilted forward, its rear wheel sticking high in the air.

[“Try this! Damn you Lindos.”]

Mebio grabbed the motorcycle's handlebars with both hands, exerting force from his waist to lift it high. He spun it several times in place before throwing the motorcycle, which weighed hundreds of pounds, out like a lead cake. The thrown motorcycle smashed into the pursuing police with a shrill sound!

[That was why there was a roar just now. All the police motorcycles immediately turned their heads to avoid the flying motorcycles, but they were still a step slower. The motorcycles that landed exploded, affecting all the police officers and their cars who didn't have time to dodge.]

[“Woooooo!”]

[One of the policemen screamed and crashed his motorcycle into a roadside balloon stall. Countless balloons of different colors floated up from the crashed stall. Adding the flames ignited by the motorcycle explosion, the scene looked like a New Year's celebration in a certain country.]

[“Hmm…”]

[The policeman staggered to his feet from the stall and took off his helmet with great effort, revealing his young face with blood flowing down most of his face. He supported the stall that he had knocked down with one hand and tried to walk towards the police motorcycle that had fallen to the ground.]

"Are you okay?"

[A pair of hands supported the policeman's shoulders, gently helped him to a chair next to the booth, and took the helmet from him.]

[“Thank you, thank you!”]

[The policeman, who felt a little concussed, looked at the white-haired young man who helped him sit on the chair with gratitude. The young man smiled nonchalantly, handed him a bottle of water under his arm, then walked to the fallen motorcycle with a helmet and helped it up. He sat on it, put on the helmet, started the engine, and then gave the policeman a thumbs up. Through the transparent helmet shield, the young man's eyes could be seen narrowed into a pair of crescents.]

[“It’s nothing. This is just the duty of every citizen. Have a good rest! Leave the rest to me.”]

[After saying this, the young man turned the handlebars of the motorcycle, and the engine of the police motorcycle let out a powerful roar, and with the sound of sirens, it rushed towards the unconfirmed life form No. 5, which had disappeared in the distance.]

[“As expected, there are still many good people in this country.”]

[The little inspector holding a bottle of water wiped away his tears with a choked voice, unscrewed the bottle cap with emotion, tilted his head back and drank a big gulp of water.]

【……Um? 】

[The young patrolman who was drinking water suddenly opened his eyes, with a small doubt in his big eyes. ]

[Why does it feel like something is not right? ]

【"puff!!!"】

[He directly sprayed out the mineral water in his mouth, coughing violently as if he had drunk poison, tears and snot flowing out together, perfectly demonstrating what it means to have tears and snot flowing.]

[“My car!? You bastard, come back here!!!”]

……

[“Ahhh!!!”]

【Zaimokuza, who had committed a crime for the first time in his life and had directly robbed a police car, was so excited that his face turned red. He felt something awakening in his heart and turned the handlebars of the motorcycle to the bottom. The motorcycle engine ran at high speed and rushed towards the road in the distance with full power.】

[“Mr. Policeman! Lend me your car for a while, and I’ll return it to you later!”]

Amidst a mournful roar from far behind him, Zaimokuza's helmet's windshield reflected the approaching figure of Mebio.

PS: I watched The Wandering Earth 2 tonight, and I can only say that it was an explosion of information, so I also want to learn from others.

18. Zaimokuza Yoshiki is a PUA master (three in one)

【"snort!"】

Mebio bends his knees slightly and leaps, leaping nearly ten meters to land on a footbridge. He turns and looks down at the wooden seat of a motorcycle parked below.

[Faced with Zaimokuza's blank stare, it provocatively raised its thumb forward, but it was pointing downward.]

"The horse you chose is far inferior to your previous one, KUUGA."

【"hateful!"】

[Even though he didn't understand what the other person said, Zaimokuza was very clear about the meaning of the gesture. Seeing the other person turning around and walking away, Zaimokuza gritted his teeth and lifted the front wheel of the motorcycle to ride up the stairs leading to the overpass, but just as he stepped onto the first step, the chassis was stuck because it was too low, and he couldn't move.]

[“——You bastard!”]

[Zaimokuza knocked on the hood of the motorcycle angrily, and suddenly a low groan full of resentment came from the back, and the next moment a hand suddenly grabbed his arm with great force.]

【Zaimokuza turned his head stiffly, and the policeman whose motorcycle he had cheated was staring at him with bloodshot eyes, blood flowing from the wound on his forehead along his red face. Every breath he took was like the mooing of a cow, and his legs were shaking. It was probably because he had just used his flesh and blood legs to catch up with him.】

[“Uh…Officer, there’s blood on your face?”]

【It was only five minutes later that he saw the victim again. Zaimokuza looked a little embarrassed and managed to utter a few words dryly.】

The patrolman, furious at being deceived by a man in this PUA-like way for the first time in his life, was so irritated by Zaimokuza's words that he almost spat out blood. He shakily pulled a pair of silver bracelets from his pocket and clasped them unsteadily around Zaimokuza's arm.

[“I, I’m going to arrest you for theft and fraud! You’re a thief who deceives other people’s feelings!”]

[Crack. 】

[The silver bracelet was buckled on Zai Mu Zai's right wrist, which was still holding the handlebars, and the size fit perfectly.]

[“Huh?”]

[Looking at this somewhat familiar silver bracelet, Zaimokuza tilted his head blankly, and the little inspector holding another pair of silver bracelets next to him turned his head with wide eyes, wanting to see who had snatched away this hateful heart-stealing thief first.]