Chapter 10: Beat Down

Suddenly, a system prompt screen appeared before his face.

[Do you want to use your lottery?]

[Location: (Hakoniwa Academy's Main Building)]

[Y/N]

'Yes.' Zenkichi inwardly said as he watched the holographic wheel of fortune or whatever spin in front of his face.

He'd been putting this off till now because he didn't want to use his ability at home: where only him, his mom live, and possibly a couple bugs hiding in their house which would lead to only shitty draws. And he was thinking about the quests when he got to school so he let the ability on hold.

And since he had nothing to do at the moment, having now separated from Shiranui and heading back to class alone, it was the perfect chance for him to use his "Lottery" ability.

'I wonder what I'll get this time. I hope it's another skill but money could be useful. Even if I grow stronger physically, and supernaturally, this is still the modern society where money makes the world go round. The year's 2017, the year when the world is... honestly, what did happened in 2017?' Zenkichi frowned, rubbing his chin as he dived deep into his previous life's memories.

'My previous life is mostly vague, my name and family all erased, except how I looked, my knowledge of stuff, and some noteworthy events in history like COVID19, Marvel Movies, Russia invading Ukraine, inflation god I can still remember that shit draining through my wallet even though I've reincarnated, U.S versus China, climate changes, etc... But these are all knowledge five years into the future.'

He creased his eyebrows, 'But wait, is the current world history the same as my previous one? It's all worthless if it isn't the same. Especially if I start buying bitcoins and invest in some companies, only for it all to blow up on my face.' he let out a frustrated sigh and scratched the back of his head, not knowing the danger creeping up behind him.

"Fucking hell. If I knew this was going to happen then I should've researched more ways to earn money and not just spend my entire time on–" Zenkichi widened his eyes, he felt a strong heavy blow hitting the back of his head, blacking him out instantly; with his face first onto the ground with blood splattered his hair and around his head from his injury.

A pair of feet wearing the school's shoes came up to the side of the fallen Zenkichi, there was a sigh, "Haa~ Why do things not go exactly according to plan? Sorry Hitoyoshi-kun, I hope you don't blame me for this." and a wooden blade, stained with blood, appeared next to his head; clearly the weapon used to attack him.

Standing over him with a bokken, an icy-cold look written across his face was Habataki Hyuga, the guy who was sitting behind Zenkichi during lunch and the one who requested the help of Medaka for the Kendo Club.

"Blame it on that eccentric student president, your childhood friend. I specifically told her to get rid of those low-lifes! Who the hell cultivates weeds?! Damn idiot." Slightly swinging the bokken to the side, splashing the concrete ground and wall, he adjusted his glasses and growled. "Well, as the Americans say, if you want something done right, do it yourself."

A savage grin split across his face as he started walking towards the Kendo Club.

"It's time for a purge."

....

'W-What the fuck...happened?'

A couple minutes passed by after Hyuga left and Zenkichi finally regained consciousness, while feeling a throbbing headache.

He raised his arms up and used his hands to push himself up from the ground, though he wobbled for a moment from his hazy vision and headache, but he eventually turned his body around and sat down.

Zenkichi repeatedly shook his head and blinked his eyes, trying to recover himself from his dizzy state.

It took a few seconds but he eventually felt normal enough that he wasn't feeling like he had the worst hangover, though he could still feel a splitting headache.

"Fucking shit!" He let out a curse with a scowl. "Who the fuck knocked me out?! Was it someone that bitch sent?" Intense anger and killing intent boiled in his blood, his face contorted into a feral snarl. It was certain that if anyone were to come up to him, he wouldn't be able to control himself and start beating the ever living shit out of that person.

But the throbbing headache woke him up from his wrathful state, making him close his eyes and take deep breaths and exhale to calm himself.

'N-No. I have to calm myself. If I start assaulting any random student then I'd get charged with assault and attempted murder. I don't want to stain my mother and I's reputation. And I certainly don't want Medaka to bail me out and start giving me her self-righteous bullshit speech.' He let out a long sigh, his brows furrowed.

He raised hand over the back of his head and touched the back, feeling a wet and sticky feeling.

'Motherfucker...' He gritted his teeth and quickly stood up, although he staggered for a bit, and immediately head towards the infirmary.

'This wouldn't have happened if I had just used The Iron on my head, it'll be hidden by my hair after all, constantly. Or instantly active and cover my body the moment I sense danger. I can think about this later for now...'

On the way, he started mumbling about who could've done this.

"This couldn't be Youka, as much as I hate to admit it. That bitch is interested in me as a lab rat. She would've captured me and been brought back to her secret lab, not just knock me out and let me bleed out to die. The one who did this is someone else entirely, but who? I don't recall being blood enemies with anyone in school, although..." He recalled a certain someone in the Judo Club he had history with back in middle school but he dismissed that possibility.

For one, that guy changed a bit since Medaka tamed him and could be said to be a bit honorable now. He would've shown up right in front of him and antagonized him to a fight, not attack him from behind.

'Wait a minute.' Zenkichi's eyes widened.

'What if, instead of attacking me out of personal vendetta, he/she must've targeted me out of association with someone? If so, then who? Shiranui? That girl is so eccentric and mean, I wouldn't be surprised to find that the whole school hates her. Then there's Medaka as well. I could think of several people but there's only two people that has the guts and motive to do this.'

'Kanoya and Hyuga. The former had failed to become the student president and so held a grudge against Medaka for it. He's got a violent history, a most likely suspect. For the latter...I've just got a feeling he didn't like Medaka's method of rehabilitating the Kendo Club's delinquent members.'

'Well, there's only one way to confirm this.' It was just a few minutes but Zenkichi finally arrived at the door of the infirmary. But before he could go in, he pulled out his phone and dialed a certain number.

"Hey, Shiranui. Sorry but I've got a favor to ask. Huh? You already know about it? How did you–you saw it happened?!"

....

At the Kendo Club Dojo.

There was complete carnage as a pile of bodies laid down on the floor, beaten; bloodied and most were on the verge of unconsciousness. And standing in the middle of all this, was Hyuga.

With his bokken resting on his shoulder, he let out a sigh and readjusted his glasses.

"Dammit. And here I was pretending to be a good boy in highschool but look at how you fucks made me do, huh!" He said, as he kicked the side of one of the kendo members, making him groan in pain. "This is the least you guys get for forcing my hand."

Mahibi Moji, a senior classman and the leader of the Kendo Club, his body on the ground with wounds similar to his friends, raised his head with difficulty and said, demanding, "Who...Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this?!"

Hyuga coldly glanced back at him. "Why? Simple really, and let me introduce myself while I'm at it."

A bloodthirsty grin crossed his lips as he raised his bokken and used his other hand, with a towel, to wipe the blood out of its wooden blade.

"My name is Habataki Hyuga, a serious first year. I want to do Kendo, seriously. I'm a seriously serious guy after all. But please do hear me out! I'm not good at group activities and especially not the club hierarchy. Always having to be nice to seniors, always having to keep up the act of a docile junior. Not having to be put forward for contests..."

Moji's eyes widened, his body trembling. "S-so that's why... Why you came to this school whose Kendo Club was disbanded..."

"That's right!" Hyuga turned around towards Moji, his eyes closed. "Here, I can do whatever the fuck I like without worrying about others."

He let out a sigh. "But I hadn't counted on you guys hiding out in this dojo. I mean, who would've thought that people like you would be gathered in such a prestigious place like a Kendo Dojo?"

"And that's why I sent in a request for that demon president of ours to, clean up the place so to say. However," He scowled. "she didn't do that! Instead, she picked up your sorry asses up and started rehabilitating you all. Ah, what a waste."

"You wouldn't get away with this..." Moji said through gritted teeth, feeling like hell with his broken bones.

Hyuga tilted his head with a blank expression.

"Huh? You think that demon is coming? Ha! Don't count on that senpai. See, right about now, the president should be in the middle of a speech to council candidates. So, don't expect help to come."

"Y-You bastard..."

Hyuga laughed. "That's right, feel despair and break–give up everything! Let me tell you something, I prepared everything to set this moment right. I even targeted that childhood friend of hers so he wouldn't come to back you guys up. Man, that guy just fell down with one hit. He's just as weak as you all."

"S-Shut the fuck up!"

"Huh?" Hyuga raised an eyebrow as Moji started to stand up, with a shinai in hand.

Though he wobbled and staggered, Moji gritted his teeth and stood his ground. He stared straight at Hyuga, with anger and deviance in his eyes, and pointed his shinai at him and declared,

"Don't go running your mouth off as you pleased! I've just remembered, I used to be passionate about kendo!"

Suddenly, slowly, one by one, all of his friends started to stand up.

"As did I..."

"I did too..."

"So did I..."

"I remembered that I once wanted to become Japan's number one swordmaster! I think..."

Hyuga stared at them, dumbfounded.

A vein popped on his head, lowering his bokken, he shouted.

"Shut up! You damned dropouts shouldn't have a sudden change of heart so goddamn easy!" He raised his bokken over his head. "Do you know what three times kendo means?! It means that I'm three times stronger than all of you!"

He was about to swing his wooden sword but a hand stopped its blade in place.

'Nani?!' Hyuga was immediately startled and he turned his head to the side to see Hitoyoshi standing behind him.

"H-Hitoyoshi?!"

A savage grin split across Zenkichi's face as he stared at the fear stricken face of Hyuga.

"Yo, clench your teeth."

"W-What–!!" That was the only warning he got as Zenkichi's fist buried itself into his face.

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