"Let it go, Hiyama. That coward isn't worth it," came a hoarse and condescending voice. It belonged to Kenji Ryutaro, a towering figure with short spiky red hair and piercing eyes. His muscular physique, like a bear's and rough face, added to his intimidating presence. Kenji, always seeking excuses to start a fight for his own amusement, believed violence to be the solution for every problem, though it went against the values of modern Japan. But Who cares? If no one finds out, right!
Kenji Ryutaro, the boss of those three idiots, and the reason Kelly ignores them when they start a fight. He commanded both fear and respect in equal measures. Kelly, well aware of his own fighting skills honed by his grandfather's unconventional training, recognized the sheer power and expertise Kenji possessed. While Kelly's grandfather hadn't taught him judo, karate, or any formal martial arts, arts but as he used live with his grandfather who has served in the army and who has even been through a war, his grandfather taught him the know-how of how to move his body in case of any emergency, so he is pretty confident in his skills, as his grandfather had instilled in him the raw instincts and body control required to face any threat. It was a wild and animalistic approach, but it suited Kelly's style so he stuck with it.
However, even with his confidence, Kelly knew better than to underestimate Kenji, he would shred him to pieces, even if there were 10 of him, Kelly is not sure that he can win against Kenji, how Kelly fight seems like child play compared to him.
Kenji embraced the beast inside him, taming it with a level of mastery that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Kelly's own fighting abilities paled in comparison, making the prospect of a confrontation with Kenji akin to stepping into the territory of a predator waiting for its prey to make a fatal mistake.
'And its been too long anyway, been forever since I fought someone or went to gym…not after what happened…'
"Ahh, thank you Kenji"
'as I know him, he is extremely violent and selfish so, no way would he stop a fight happening in front of him, and he is not that kind, who believes in saving the weak anyway,'
As Kelly pondered over Kenji's unexpected action of stopping the fight, he couldn't help but question his initial assumptions about him. Kenji, known for his violent and selfish nature, seemed like the last person to intervene in a situation to protect the weak. Yet unexpectedly Kenji answered him for it.
"Shut up, you pussy! I didn't do it for you," Kenji gruffly exclaimed, his gaze shifting toward the entrance of the classroom. Kelly's mind raced, connecting the dots.
'Ahhh... So, that's why he stopped them.'
"Do we have a problem here?" The voice reverberated through the classroom, capturing the attention of everyone present. A hush fell over the students, and if I wasn't mistaken, some of the girls even had hearts in their eyes. It seemed this newcomer held significant authority and respect.
"No, we don't. Isn't that right, Kamimura?" Ryutaro responded, his tone laced with mock deference.
"Yeah, that's right. No problem at all. Nothing that would require the student council to intervene," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
As the mysterious figure surveyed the scene, the atmosphere seemed to shift to a more relaxed ambiance.
The presence of the student council members in our class brought a sense of stability and reliability. Knowing that they were responsible for overseeing student activities instilled a feeling of reassurance. With their watchful eyes, they provided a sense of order and ensured that everyone followed the rules.