"Seriously… where the hell is that guy?"
Ryu muttered to himself as he sat in the corner of the gym, his back against the cold wall. One knee was drawn up, his arm resting loosely over it while he watched the court in front of him.
A group of boys were playing volleyball, their voices echoing through the wide space.
"Mine!"
"Set it!"
The ball smacked sharply against someone's forearms before flying back over the net. Shoes squeaked against the polished floor as they rushed to keep the rally going.
Ryu didn't move.
His eyes followed the ball lazily, but his mind was somewhere else.
Yesterday still sat heavy in his chest. For a moment back then, he really thought that was it—that his heart was going to give out right there.
He exhaled slowly.
Then his gaze drifted toward the gym entrance.
Then to another group of boys sitting in the opposite corner, talking among themselves.
Still no sign of him.
"Absent again…?" Ryu muttered under his breath.
He clicked his tongue and looked back at the game, the sound of the ball striking the floor echoing across the gym. But even as he watched the match, part of him kept waiting for the door to open.
Then one of the players sent the ball high above the net.
Another boy sprinted forward—
And jumped.
Ryu's eyes narrowed slightly.
The kid shot upward—far too high. For a split second it looked like he had risen nearly four meters into the air.
His arm whipped down.
THWACK.
The spike bent the ball inward for an instant before it shot downward like a rocket.
No one was in the way.
The ball slammed into the floor.
BOOM.
Everyone instinctvly covered theyre ears
The entire gym echoed
For a moment, no one moved.
The volleyball had buried itself halfway into the solid hardwood like it was cake.
One of the guys from the other team wiped the sweat from his forehead. He stared at the ball lodged in the floor, then slowly turned toward the culprit.
"That's cheating!!"
"Stop shouting like a pussy and take the ball out," the guy replied lazily, his fingers stuffed in his ears as if the complaint was just noise.
"How are we supposed to do that when the ball is buried in the ground, man?!"
A few of the players gathered around it, poking at the trapped ball like it might explode.
"Dude… it's actually stuck."
"Did you just break the floor?"
Then a voice spoke from somewhere near Ryu.
"That was a nice hit, Raian."
Ryu shot upright instantly.
His head snapped to the side, heart kicking hard against his ribs.
There was a girl sitting on the ground next to him.
Ryu hadn't even noticed her before.
She had long black hair, several uneven bangs hanging over her forehead, with two longer strands falling neatly along either side of her face. But what truly stood out were her eyes—her sclera darkened to a near-black shade, while her irises and pupils were pale, almost white.
She looked at him and smiled faintly.
"Oh—sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."
"Oh—it's nothing, nothing," Ryu said quickly, shaking his head
Her uniform looks different it definitely a school uniform so school i think ?
He sat back down, though this time he shifted a bit farther away from her.
His eyes drifted back toward the guy she had been cheering for.
Raian.
The guy was tall—above average—and built like a tank. Muscles stacked over muscles beneath the gym shirt. His short blond hair stood in rough spikes, a small widow's peak forming at the front with a noticeable notch cut into the right side of his hairline.
And his eyes…
The same dark sclera.
Ryu's gaze flicked between them.
Siblings, maybe?
But something about that bothered him.
Ryu had an extraordinary memory. In just a few months he had memorized nearly every student in the school—names, faces, even small habits.
Yet these two…
Despite how distinctive they looked…
They didn't ring any bell at all.
"The fuck are you doing here, Karla? Shouldn't you be at school right now?" Raian said, walking toward them with his hands buried casually in his pockets. His eyes flicked toward Ryu. "And is that fag bothering you?"
Hold on a second…
Fag?
He means me?
As Raian got closer, Ryu felt it immediately.
His skin prickled.
The air itself felt heavier somehow, like the pressure had suddenly dropped around him.
Cold sweat began to form on his forehead as he slowly started crawling away across the floor.
This guy…
His aura is crazy.
Before he could move another inch, Raian stepped forward and stopped directly in front of him.
Blocking his path.
Ryu lowered his head.
More sweat slid down his temple.
I'm going to die.
"C'mon, Raian stop bullying him. He didn't do anything." Karla grabbed Raian's arm and started pushing him away.
Ryu slowly raised his head.
Raian was staring down at him with a wide, vicious grin.
Ryu immediately shut his eyes.
"Hehe… pussy."
Raian turned and walked out of the gym with Karla beside him.
"Was that really necessary?" she asked.
He didn't answer.
He just kept walking.
Back inside the gym, someone approached Ryu.
"That idiot Raian… he didn't have to go this far."
A hand reached down.
"C'mon, man. Let me help you."
Ryu looked up as the guy pulled him to his feet. Even through the tears blurring his vision, the shiny bald head was unmistakable.
Ryūnosuke Tanaka.
"Thanks, man," Ryu said as he finally steadied himself on his feet.
"Don't mention it." Tanaka pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him. "Here."
"Thank you again. I really appreciate it."
Ryu took it and wiped his face, clearing away the tears and snot with an embarrassed sniff.
Tanaka's gaze shifted back toward the court. The players were gathered around the crater in the floor where the volleyball had been buried.
"Bro really ruined everything and left like nothing happened," Tanaka muttered.
Ryu followed his gaze, still clutching the handkerchief.
"Can't you do anything about it?" he asked quietly. "Like… tell the teachers?"
Tanaka let out a small laugh.
"Well, we can do that," he said, rubbing the back of his head.
"But I doubt it'll make any difference."
Ryu frowned.
Tanaka's smile turned a little tired.
"Raian's probably the strongest guy in this school. Strength-wise and…backing wise "
He shrugged
"Telling the teachers about him would probably just make things worse for us."
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"That's unfair."
Ryu wiped the last bit of moisture from his face with the handkerchief before handing it back.
"Does that mean he can do anything in this school and just… get away with it?"
Tanaka didn't answer immediately. He only gave a small shrug before returning to help get the ball out
"So unfair," Ryu muttered.
His thoughts drifted as he left the gym and walked into the hallway.
I wonder who's stronger between him and Yang…
The idea popped into his head before he even realized it.
Ryu walked down the corridor, his steps slow, eyes unfocused as students passed him by.
His mind replayed the scene again.
Raian's jump.
That spike.
The ball punching into the hardwood like it was nothing.
A small shiver ran down his spine.
Still…
Another face surfaced in his thoughts.
Yang.
Ryu frowned slightly.
…Yeah.
Now I kinda want to see that.
He kept walking down the hallway, staring ahead absentmindedly, completely lost in the thought.
Then—
Thud.
Ryu walked straight into someone, and the two of them tumbled to the floor.
"—Oh!"
"Ouch… s-sorry! I didn't mean to—"
Ryu pushed himself up slightly and lifted his gaze.
A girl sat in front of him on the floor.
She had a delicate, beautiful face and long braided hair that hung over her shoulder. One hand clutched her forehead where they had bumped, while notebooks were scattered everywhere around them.
Ryu blinked.
Then his eyes widned
It was inami !!
The girl who sat next to him in class
There had been a tower of notebooks in her arms—so tall it must've completely blocked her view.
No wonder she hadn't seen where she was going.
"S-sorry," she said again, flustered. "I couldn't see in front of me…"
She glanced at the mess of notebooks scattered across the hallway floor.
"No, no, no—it's fine. Here, I'll help," Ryu said before kneeling down.
He began gathering the notebooks one by one, careful not to crush any of them.
"Thank you, Ryu-kun… this is really nice of you," she said, her voice soft, almost musical to ryu ears
"W-where will you take these notebooks? I—I can help," he stammered.
"I can't possibly do that, Ryu-kun… I'd just be wasting your time a-and—"
"I insist!!" he interrupted, determined.
"Well… if you insist," she finally said with a small smile, stepping in front of him.
"Here, follow me."
Ryu's heart skipped a beat.
Oh my god…
She is so beautiful.
He swallowed hard.
He had always been drawn to her, ever since the start of middle school, but now walking this close, helping her, he felt it more sharply than ever.
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Again, thinking with my dick had led me into another fucked-up situation.
Ryu froze in front of the door.
He was now inside the teacher's office, standing awkwardly in front of Shizuka Kiryu's desk. The room smelled faintly of paper and polish, sun streaming in through the blinds.
Shizuka wore glasses as he spoke quietly with Inami, who looked uncomfortable and out of place.
Without warning, Shizuka patted Inami's head, making her flinch. Ryu's eyes widened as the teacher then used Inami's head as leverage to stand up.
Shizuka walked toward him, his movements calm but deliberate. he slid a hand beneath the stack of notebooks and lifted them from Ryu's hands effortlessly.
He stared at him.
Ryu immediately averted his gaze
Shizuka tilted his head slightly, meeting his eyes again.
"Meet me at the gym. Exactly 11 p.m. Bring that friend with you."
Ryu didn't respond. He simply bit down on his lip, closing his eyes as tension coiled through his chest.
Without another word, Shizuka returned to his seat, leaving Ryu frozen in place, the weight of his words pressing down on him.
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Ryu stood frozen in front of the gym door.
The hall was silent. No sound came from inside.
He hasn't arrived yet, right?
His eyes flicked to the iron grip of the solid gym door. Tentatively, he slid it open just a crack.
It opens…
He pushed it fully, stepping inside.
In the center of the gym, Shizuka Kiryu stood, legs wide, hands resting on his knees in a deep sumo squat.
Or in other words sumo shiko dachi
Steam and sweat rose from Kiryu's body, curling faintly in the dim gym lights.
He wore nothing but a crisp white mawashi to cover himself.
Ryu's eyes widened as he took in Kiryu's frame. Unlike the stereotypical sumo wrestler, he wasn't all bulk and fat—his body struck a strange balance between mass and muscle, powerful yet agile. Ryu's throat went dry.
"Ryu Narushima, right? Where's the other one?" Kiryu's gaze cut through him like a blade.
He knows my name…
Ryu swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper. "I… I tried contacting h… him b… but—"
"Tokyo, Naga no-ku, 287-cho, Sakura Street, 4587," Kiryu interrupted.
Even my address…
"Father's name is Ken Narushima, 51 years old. Mother Ryoko Narushima, 43. Sister Natsumi Narushima, 15. You're very smart… aiming for law at Tokyo University, right?"
He knows everything about me!
Before Ryu could react, Kiryu raised his right leg and slammed it down.
Bang!
The force shook the gym, sending a small gust of wind rushing across Ryu's face.
Kiryu raised his hands casually to the side.
"Pass me a towel."
"Yes, sir," came a voice from the shadows.
Ryu squinted, trying to make out who it was.
As the figure stepped forward, revealing herself little by little—
She's…!
She is Inami-san!
Why is she here?!
Before Ryu could process it, Kiryu called, wiping the sweat from his face.
"Ryu… transfer to another school, alright?"
Then—Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sound of bone snapping echoed sharply through the gym. All three—Ryu, Kiryu, and Inami—turned toward the source instinctively.
From the hole in the volleyball court, a pair of hands burst upward. Then a head with long hair followed.
"Yangggg!!!" Ryu shouted before he could stop himself.
Yang finally revealed himself fully, standing tall
, wearing nothing but underwear. His body glistened, slick with… oil?
Ryu blinked, trying to process what he was seeing.
"What kind of shitty teacher are you?" Yang said, voice calm but deadly, as he flexed slightly, his muscles gleaming under the gym lights.
"Oh, so you were already here," Kiryu said with a smile, eyes narrowing slightly. "And your name is Yang, hehehe…"
"What's happening?" Inami whispered to Ryu. He shrugged, equally lost.
"That was cool, you suddenly came out of a hole just in time to save the day. Like some sort of hero… just like that, right? Pfffft—hahaha!" kiriu burst out laughing.
"Sorry, sorry! It's just… it's funny to imagine how you were inside that hole until the perfect moment. Does that mean you were listening while Inami and I… had fun?"
Inami's hands flew to her mouth as tears spilled from her eyes. She sank to her knees, horrified.
Unbelievable.
I knew from the moment I saw him something was off… but to think… he's a pedophile?!
Poor inami
Yang stepped closer, his grin sharp
"You've got an interesting background," he said. "Your sumo name is Hanano Hana. Peak rank: 10th Maegashira. You quit sumo after your first loss, am I right? One day a guy called Ryuukongou whos 5 ranks below you fucked you so badly that you quit sumo entirely, even cut your sumo ponytail—the symbol of honor of a wrestler, Ryu."
"Y… yes?" Ryu stammered, voice barely audible.
"This fat fuck wants you to transfer to another school because he's afraid of you," Yang said casually, stretching his legs. "He's just trying to cover his low lifestyle by threatening you.
"
Then, in a blur too fast for Ryu to follow, Yang appeared in front of Kiryu. His leg snapped upward, connecting sharply with Kiryu's chin.
Kiryu's eyes went wide for a split second before his body went limp, wobbling as if he'd been cut from the inside.
Yang didn't pause. His hands shot forward, fists hammering down in a relentless rhythm.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Punch after punch slammed into Kiryu, a merciless barrage that sent shockwaves through the gym.
Ryu's jaw dropped. He could barely process the speed and precision, the way each strike landed with terrifying force.
This… this is insane…
He instinctively pressed himself against the wall, heart hammering in his chest, utterly powerless as Yang's onslaught continued.
"...He's winning, right?"
Kiryu opened his right palm wide, his other hand blocking Yang's two strikes aimed at his neck.
Then he swung.
BAAAM!
His palm struck Yang directly.
Ryu shut his eyes, remembering how that same slap had twisted the yakuza's head around.
Yang… please don't die! he screamed in his mind.
Yang's body flew back from the impact, crashing into the volleyball net. The net bent as it caught him—then snapped back, launching him straight toward Kiryu again.
Kiryu raised both hands and slammed them down on Yang's face, burying his upper body and head into the ground.
"You pack a punch, Yang-chan… but if you think that's enough to get me, keep dreaming," Kiryu said with a smile. His entire body was covered in holes from Yang's earlier strikes
Yet no blood flowed.
Yang had only pierced through fat.
"You could win a bunch of local tournaments with those skills. So you should drop out of school and start entering them. Trust me when I say you have no future here."
Kiryu clapped his hands, brushing away dust and blood as he looked down at Yang before turning to walk away.
Ryu took a step back, fear etched across his face.
Did… did Yang just lose?
No. That couldn't be.
Kiryu suddenly turned back toward him. "Your friends are watching, you know, Yang-chan. This is the perfect time to get back on your feet."
Yang's legs snapped upward, his body digging out of the ground using only the strength of his leg muscles.
Blood dripped from his nose, but a frown spread across his face.
"Haha… that was nice," Kiryu laughed. "Reminded me of when Orlok rose from his coffin in Nosferatu. Maybe you should start an acting career, hahaha."
Yang lunged forward—then suddenly tripped, skidding across the ground.
"Pfff—"
He rolled once and sprang up, his heel smashing into Kiryu's nose.
The stumble had been a fake.
Kiryu clutched his nose in pain.
Yang followed immediately, kicking into Kiryu's left elbow and forcing him down onto one knee.
He coiled his hand and shot it toward Kiryu's neck.
Kiryu caught his wrist just before it could connect. "Oh… that would've been dangerous."
Yang didn't answer. He forced the hand Kiryu was holding downward—then drove his knee into Kiryu's face.
This is not a fight anymore
"It's a death match."
If this keeps going, they're definitely going to kill each other.
Ryu stared at the scene.
Yang was throwing everything—kicks, punches, stomps.
He's going to win, right? he asked himself.
Despite the height and weight difference… he can still win, right?
Right?
"Hey! You guys! Just what is going on here?"
The door slid open.
All eyes turned toward it.
It was the school guard.
Oh no
We're fucked!!!
"What are you doing here this late at night? Are you guys students?" He flashed his flesh light at them.
Say something, Ryu!!!
But what could he even say?
"Well… um… ahhh—"
Behind him, Kiryu stood up. Despite Yang's previous onslaught, he calmly took the glasses hanging from his mawashi and put them on. Then he turned toward the guard and smiled.
His face was completely unharmed. Even the holes Yang had punched into him earlier had already filled back with flesh.
"Uh, well… we got caught," he said, walking toward the guard and bowing slightly. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. Hehe… my passion for coaching got the better of me."
"Are you a teacher?" the guard asked.
Yang's eyes widened.
How was he okay after all that?
It didn't make any sense.
He had blocked deadly attacks… and now he was speaking like nothing happened.
No ragged breathing.
No sweat.
"Well, if you say so. Wrap everything up, teacher. I still have to prepare things for the construction workers to fill that gap in the floor."
"Will do, mister. Thank you for understanding," Kiryu said, scratching the back of his head as he watched the guard leave.
Then he turned toward the two boys, who were now standing side by side, staring at him in disbelief.
"Well, boys, let's listen to the old man and wrap our session up. I'm kinda busy right now."
He caressed Inami's cheek. She flinched the moment he touched her.
"Go home. You have school tomorrow."
Then he led her out of the gym.
…
Wait.
I wanted to scream.
More than anything, I wanted to be the knight in shining armor—to save Inami.
But I couldn't.
I was fucking scared.
I turned my head slightly toward Yang.
His face was darkened, but his eyes shone under the moonlight
" did i just lose again?" He asked but i knew the question wasn't directed at me
It was to himself
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Raian and karla ( kengan )
Ryuukongou