Shuto immediately grabs Nakazato's hair, who is sprawled on the floor in the center of the classroom, and pulls him to his feet.

"O-ow! Wh-what the…!? Mitsuki!? I thought it was over…!?"

"‘On the rooftop,’ right? Who said my revenge ended there?"

"D-don't be ridiculous… After all that, shouldn't it be enough!? Have we ever hurt you that badly before— o-owww…!?"

Shuto's grip on Nakazato's hair tightens. The force is enough to feel like he's about to rip out the hair follicles.

"I don't care about the extent or frequency of your assault. I hear revenge should only be equal to what you suffered, but I don't think so. Revenge is about getting your own satisfaction, regardless of what you were subjected to. I'll keep going until I'm satisfied.

Besides, why do you think I bothered healing your wounds? It was obviously to do this again."

"Wh-what!? Stop it! If you hurt me anymore, my dad won't stand for it!? I can ruin you without violence…!?"

"Oh, here comes the name-dropping! You used your father's name to threaten people, didn't you?

So what?"

"Wha…?"

"No, it's not ‘what.’ I just want to get my revenge on you. I don't need to worry about the consequences now. That cheap threat doesn't work on me."

Shuto is currently in a slightly "invincible" mindset. He genuinely believes he can worry about the consequences later.

"P-please stop! I'll give you money! I'll tell the teachers it was my fault! Your punches and kicks aren't a joke…!"

Realizing that his father's name is useless, Nakazato desperately begs for forgiveness. Tears well up in his eyes, about to spill over. The classmates are all shocked by Nakazato's unprecedentedly pathetic display.

"…Ah, that's right. You guys, recreate what happened during lunch break."

"…Eh? Re-recreate…?"

Nakazato and the others look dumbfounded at Shuto's sudden suggestion.

"Yeah. Back then, you guys thought I was weak, and you beat me up while hurling insults, right? Do it again here. I want to show everyone how much stronger I've become."

For Shuto, it's an amusing sideshow; for Nakazato and the others, it's a devilish proposal. Even though they could beat and kick Shuto again, this time with his consent, they were far from enthusiastic.

"N-no… I don't want to do that…" "Me neither. It's not like it would matter anyway…" "Y-yeah. We'll just end up doing something terrible…"

Seeing their reaction, Shuto sighs in boredom.

"What? You guys were so happy to beat me up before. Oh, maybe you're afraid of breaking your own limbs again.

Then I'll stop that steel-like hardening thing. I think you won't get hurt even if you punch and kick me."

Hearing Shuto's further proposal, Nakazato and the others look up, confirming if it's true.

"If you guys take turns punching and kicking me and make me touch the floor even once, I'll let you off. So go ahead, recreate it."

Shuto beckoned them with a teasing gesture, and after exchanging glances, Nakazato and the others began to smile sadistically. They believe Shuto's power was borrowed somehow; without it, they could torment him as before.

"You said it, though…"

"Hurry up. It's necessary, even if it's just a show."

Shuto says this, placing his phone on a desk, and then moving away. Nakazato is the first to attack, delivering a merciless kick to Shuto's stomach. A dull thud resonates, making Akemi gasp. She hates seeing violence more than anything; and especially when it's her friends who are the victims.

However, Shuto never fell down in pain, no matter how long it went on. The classmates who had witnessed bullying before had already imagined Shuto falling, but reality was completely different.

(…No way!? Even without that ridiculous hardness, he doesn't budge!)

Nakazato, who kicked Shuto in the stomach, is incredibly flustered. Unlike during the lunch break, he doesn't feel any sharp pain in his foot, but Shuto's raw strength is such that he feels numbness in his leg from the recoil.

"Right. That's how you kicked me at first. What did you do next?"

Shuto cheerfully narrates the lunch break events so that everyone can hear. Nakazato then punches Shuto in the face with a tightly clenched fist. A heavy thud echoes, and Akemi turns away in disgust again.

Shuto remains unmoved again, leaving the classmates bewildered. Nakazato tries to hit him repeatedly to show he's serious.

"Hey. You only punched once back then. Why are you adding extra hits?"

"…!"

Nakazato's wrist is grabbed hard and Shuto scowls at him, Nakazato's face turning pale as he recoils. He is beginning to realize that even without the mysterious power, Shuto is unbelievably strong.

"Hey. It's your turn."

Shuto looks at Tanimoto and Daido with a smirk. The two, seeing what happened to Nakazato, realize it won't work and tremble. However, seeing Shuto's glare, they steel themselves, knowing that refusing will lead to worse consequences. Tanimoto is first to throw a punch at Shuto's cheek.

Shuto, just like during the lunch break, shakes his head and hits Tanimoto's fist with his forehead. Tanimoto's fist doesn't crumple, but he's hit with a pain like having his finger caught in a door, making him groan in pain.

Then Daido approaches Shuto with a bat and swings at his shins. Akemi shouts "Stop!" but it's too late. A loud thud of the bat's impact echoes. Everyone winces and averts their eyes, anticipating the intense pain, but Shuto remains standing, unfazed.

(Getting hit in the shins with a bat should hurt. But it's not that bad. It's probably because the user is a small and weak punk. If a professional baseball player did the same thing, it would be dangerous even without skill.)

Shuto throws the bat towards the dirt near the classroom door and turns back to Nakazato. Nakazato understands what Shuto wants and hesitates. Further attacks are useless; he realizes it's futile.

"Hurry up. If you don't, it won't be my turn."

"Wh-what…? Mitsuki, you're going to do the same thing again!?"

"Of course. I said we'd recreate it."

Nakazato, having somewhat understood Shuto's thinking, drops the knuckle duster he pulled out and takes a step back. The memory of the punishment he received during the lunch break paralyzes his legs.

"I-it's enough, right!? Everyone knows how dangerous Mitsuki is, right!?"

Nakazato looks around at his classmates, who all nod in agreement.

"Huh? That's boring. I'm not having fun. Pick it up and hit me. Or I'll do something worse than what happened last time!"

"U-aaaaahhhh!!!"

Overwhelmed by Shuto's threat, Nakazato puts on the knuckle duster and swings a punch. Shuto laughs, catches the fist, and then tightens his grip, crushing only the knuckle duster. The series of abnormal events leaves many classmates unable to comprehend what is happening.

Akemi is also in a state of semi-shock, watching the drastically changed Shuto.

"—Okay, good job! That’s all the assault they inflicted on me during lunch break. Actually, there were a few other guys who ganged up on me. And it was even worse before that! They persistently punched and kicked my stomach and back, and my clothes were covered in dirt and mud. What they did is only a small part of it!"

Shuto explains, looking around the classroom. He then lets out a wicked laugh.

"Now it's my turn to recreate! Watch as I show you what I did to them!"

He says this, smiling while still holding Nakazato's fist.

"Wa-wait— (Thud)—! I can't…!"

In the middle of saying "wait", Nakazato receives a kick to his stomach from Shuto's toe and is sent flying backward into the pile of dirt. Seeing Nakazato, a 170cm-tall, 60kg-plus boy, fly through the air from a simple kick leaves the classmates in disbelief.

"Let me get my revenge on you again."

"St-stop it!!!"

Hearing Shuto's devilish statement, Nakazato lets out a pathetic scream, even in front of his classmates.