Witnessing Nakazato’s incredible distance-defying flight after Shoot’s kick, the delinquents were stunned. Gohara, who hadn't participated in the attack, tried to escape. Shoot, noticing this, used “Spatial Transfer” to move to the rooftop door and forcibly return Gohara to the others.

“Um, we still have about thirty minutes left of lunchtime.”

Checking the time, Shoot moved to the rooftop door and blocked it with a massive pile of earth, created using earth magic. The only escape route was now sealed.

The delinquents panicked at the sudden appearance of the earth. Shoot then focused on Nakazato, Tanimoto, Ohigashi, and Gohara, one by one, showcasing his power.

“I… can’t move…” “It’s… heavy…” “Mitsuki… has this much… strength…?”

He swiftly dealt blows to the remaining delinquents, causing them to writhe in pain, understanding his power.

“W-what…? This is bad.”

“Yeah, Mitsuki… is a monster.”

“W-we should run!”

“B-but the door’s blocked…”

“W-we’ll be killed if we don’t escape!”

“S-someone call for help!”

After observing their reactions, Shoot moved to Nakazato, the leader and mastermind of the bullying. He’d decided to deal with Nakazato first. Placing his foot on Nakazato’s leg, still on the ground from the earlier kick, Shoot pressed down, cracking the bone.

CRACK! “~~~~~~~~~~!”

Shoot smirked, watching Nakazato’s silent screams, considering his actions.

(When I crushed his leg, I used “Super Strength.” The kick before that was without the skill, yet I sent him flying. I could inflict serious damage without skills. Let’s torture them without using skills. It'll be enough.)

Deciding to avoid unintentionally killing them, Shoot laughed at Nakazato’s cries.

“You won’t be playing soccer for a while, will you? Serves you right.”

Understanding that Shoot was about to attack, Nakazato tried to get up, but he couldn’t even stand. He tried to back away, but it was futile.

“O-okay! I give up! I won’t bully Mitsuki again! We won’t use violence again…”

Nakazato surrendered. Seeing his intent, Tanimoto and Ohigashi nodded in agreement. They admitted defeat, vowing not to bully Shoot again.

Shoot silently grabbed Nakazato’s arm, pulling him up. Nakazato, relieved, inwardly mocked Shoot for falling for the ruse.

“…”(CRUNCH…) “…Eh? It hurts. It hurts? You’re gripping too hard…!? It hurts, I said!?”

“Super Strength”—

SNAP! “Ugyaaaaaaaaah!?”

Shoot ignored their pleas. Their apologies were irrelevant. His revenge was unwavering.

His enhanced strength allowed him to break bones with a simple grip. Nakazato’s forearm snapped.

“You won’t bully me again? That’s a lie. You thought you were fooling me, right?”

Shoot, using “Discernment,” saw through Nakazato’s lie.

“Also… you said you lost… but this isn’t a contest. This is my time to break you. Don’t misunderstand. There’s no winning or losing. You’re going to be crushed. Understand?”

SWISH—CRUNCH! “Uaaaaaaaah…!”

Shoot delivered a devastating low kick, shattering Nakazato’s femurs (the broken bones protruding), sending him back to the ground. Mounting him, Shoot began punching every part of his body except his face.

WHAM, CRUNCH, GRIND, SNAP, THUD, CRACK, SMASH, THUD, CRUNCH

“Guh… st-stop… st-stop… ugh… stop…”

He punched relentlessly—shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, waist, and legs. Shoot didn't hit his face. Tanimoto, Ohigashi, and Gohara watched in horror.

“‘Don’t hit the face; it leaves marks…’ That’s what you always told your friends, right? I’ll do the same.

And if I hit your face, you’ll collapse. I won’t target other vital points.

Feel the pain I suffered. Regret what you did.”

Fueled by anger, resentment, and hatred, Shoot relentlessly beat Nakazato.

“So…so…rry…”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. You don’t mean it. You’re just saying that to escape this hell, aren’t you?”

“I-it’s true! I’m truly sorry! I’ll reflect!”

Using “Discernment,” Shoot confirmed that Nakazato was terrified but not truly remorseful.

“You’re half-lying. Let’s continue.”

“H-huuuaaaaaah…!”

Understanding he couldn’t escape, Nakazato trembled, wetting his pants. “Disgusting!” Shoot grumbled, getting off him and preparing to stomp on him.

“S-stop! Please stop!”

The other delinquents pleaded. Shoot looked at them with displeasure. They were paralyzed by his gaze.

“Stop? Let me ask you: did you stop bullying me when I asked you to? What did you do? Didn’t you mock me and beat me even more?”

“…”

“…”

Shoot’s immense pressure weighed down the delinquents. It was a mental attack from “Intimidation.”

“You can bully me, but I can’t bully you? You can be the bully, but you don’t want to be bullied? Do you think that’s acceptable?”

“U-uu…”

“You never expected to be on the receiving end, did you?”

STOMP! “Guh… bgugh…”

Stomping on Nakazato’s stomach, he vomited blood and groaned.

“I’m not going to stop conveniently. I’m doing to you what you did to me. So shut up. The only sounds I want to hear are your screams of pain and terror.”

He repeatedly stomped on Nakazato’s stomach, then proceeded to break each of his fingers—breaking bones and tearing off his nails. Nakazato writhed in agony, unable to move due to his broken legs.

“How does it feel, being at the top, only to be humiliated like this? You thought you’d always be in control. Now, you’re being tormented by someone you considered weak. How does it feel?”

“…”

Nakazato couldn't even feel anger; only despair and terror remained.

As Shoot had pointed out, Nakazato had believed himself strong—powerful, wealthy, and of high social standing. He considered himself a winner, an absolute victor, believing he would always be at the top, bullying the weak.

But Shoot shattered his delusions. The once-unbeatable Nakazato was now helpless, at the mercy of Shoot's overwhelming strength.

And Shoot was systematically breaking him. Nakazato’s spirit was broken.

(Aaah… this is fun! Tormenting those I wanted revenge on… tormenting… tormenting… tormenting… breaking them… is so much fun!!)

Shoot genuinely laughed. Normally, even when fueled by hatred, he might hesitate. But he felt no such restraint. He drew no lines; as long as he didn't kill, he could do whatever he wanted.

He felt no remorse. He’d long since abandoned such restraint, especially towards Nakazato.

“…Ah, he’s passed out. He has low durability. Alright, time to move on.”

Shoot released Nakazato. But his revenge was far from over.

“Next… Tanimoto and Ohigashi! You’re next.”