She cast a strange glance at Mafuyu-nee and Kamishirou.
Some people pass out after being stabbed once.
Others, stabbed three times in quick succession, don't even flinch…
She had reason to suspect Mafuyu-nee was playing favorites!
When stabbing this squinting pretty boy, Mafuyu-nee must've held back!
Mafuyu-nee sweated, recalling she hadn't used much force. How did Dino stay unconscious so long? He clearly needed more training.
"In the break room? I'll go find him."
Kamishirou didn't care about the details. Hiding was enough. The break room would do, or he could help in the kitchen—he was a culinary god, after all!
"Alright, come on, I'll take you…"
Mafuyu sighed. Despite everything, being with Kamishirou had given her a taste of romance, so she couldn't bring herself to expose his location.
Whether he could stay hidden was up to him.
Meanwhile, Iori was already grabbing his phone to share the latest scoop.
But…
Before he could post, he saw a photo of Kamishirou on the forum—taken at Stile Café.
(′｀;)?
What's going on? He hadn't even made a move yet.
As Iori puzzled over this, Meika-chan, holding her phone, asked in confusion, "Mafuyu-nee… why's the forum suddenly asking where our café is?"
"Hm? What forum?"
Mafuyu was perplexed until she saw Meika's screen—A Certain High School forum.
Kamishirou, standing beside her, leaned in and realized the "fierce-eyed" girl was also from that high school.
Were there *that* many students from this school now?
No, focus—why the forum buzz? Were those beasts planning a group visit for maid service?
Wait!
That photo looked familiar.
That's *me*!
And the background is *this* café!!!
Kamishirou's face twisted in horror. What was this? His plan failing before it even started?
Seeing the photo, Mafuyu's lips twitched as she asked her cute junior, "What did you do?"
Sensing the eerie atmosphere, the clueless Meika trembled.
"Um… I thought Kamishirou-senpai looked familiar, saw this post, and took a photo to ask the forum seniors.
They asked for the address and café name, so I told them…
There is no problem, right?"
Meika's voice dwindled, and she hid behind Kaho-chan.
Kamishirou, hearing this, turned ashen. He hadn't expected to be exposed so carelessly.
As a student of A Certain High School, hadn't she heard of Kamishiro's infamy?!
Even if not, why take a photo?!
(*?????)
He stared blankly at the innocent Meika. "You're a sadist, aren't you? Definitely are."
"Eh… I-I do play the sadist role in the café…"
Meika admitted weakly. Her upturned eyes gave her a fierce look, so despite not being a sadist, she was assigned the role.
But Kamishirou was convinced—she was a natural sadist, no doubt!
"Pfft!"
Kamishirou, fuming, metaphorically spat ketchup.
Mafuyu, listening, just nodded. This was Kamishirou's fated tribulation. She teased, "So, still hiding in the café?"
(?′ω`?)
The now-gray Kamishirou slumped. "Hide? I'm starting my fugitive life."
He knew there was no hiding after being exposed as having been here.
"Sigh…"
Kamishirou exhaled, thankful he'd thought of other hideouts.
"Kitahara, Kohei, time to go!"
Certain he couldn't stay, Kamishirou donned sunglasses, ready to bolt. At least he'd have two companions on this escape.
But…
Iori and Kohei ignored him.
Reaching the door and noticing no one followed, Kamishirou looked back, puzzled.
Iori and Kohei were busy getting Mafuyu and Kaho to cast the "omelet rice magic" on them~
(′-ι_-｀)
In that moment, Kamishirou understood, charging over and grabbing their collars!
"We're escaping! I'll make you omelet rice when we're back."
!!!
Iori and Kohei panicked, struggling. "Let go! I want Mafuyu's magic omelet rice!"
"Don't you know your cooking sucks? We're staying!"
After a busy morning, they had no intention of joining Kamishirou's escape. They weren't the ones wanted—why suffer?
Plus, they'd shown their last shred of conscience by not exposing him (since he was already exposed).
Why was he dragging them into this? To make the game harder?
(?｀ェ′?)つ
"No way I'm letting you two off! Who do you think caused this mess?"
"Yamamoto! Nothing to do with us!"
"Go to hell! Want me to call Yamamoto for a showdown?"
"Damn it, hold on!"
Seeing Kamishirou's stubbornness, they unleashed their final trump card.
"Think carefully, Kamishirou."
"Force us along, and we can't guarantee what we might do~"
They waved their phones, screens showing the high school forum.
They'd infiltrated it and could post Kamishirou's latest updates anytime.
"Man, I'm starving~"
"Force us, and our hands might slip and tap something~"
Grinning wickedly, they saw this Tokyo adventure as just beginning. Why waste time on a scumbag like Kamishirou?
(メ｀[]′)/
"You bastards!"
Kamishirou's expression shifted. The rational move was solo survival mode.
But…
Looking at their sleazy faces, he couldn't abandon them.
They were his brothers from another mother!
"You'd better hurry. That mob's probably almost here," Mafuyu warned, drawing from her dating experience with Kamishirou.
"Alright then."
Kamishirou took a deep breath, resolute, and began furiously tapping his phone!
(′｀;)?
Iori and Kohei watched their buddy, wondering if he had a comeback plan.
"No use struggling. Start your epic Tokyo journey."
"If you don't make it back, I'll miss you. Oh, Mafuyu, got any beer here?"
They doubted Kamishirou had moves left and were ready to celebrate, but Mafuyu said no beer.
*Ding ding~*
As they pondered where to get beer, their phones chimed.
Then they saw the latest forum post.
**"Friend of Women: Trash, come catch us! This time, I brought my two bros! @SuperHandsomeYamamoto @Rarako'sDog
Kamishirou, Iori, Kohei group pic.jpg"**
!!!
"You bastard!!!" ×2
Iori and Kohei's veins bulged, glaring murderously at Kamishirou. The comments below made explanations impossible.
**"High School Godfather: Yamamoto? The guy who posted the exposé? So they're in cahoots?
Public provocation, huh! (σДσ) Death penalty!"**
**"High School F4 Leader - Tadakuni: Scum's friends are scum!"**
**"High School F4 Leader - Hidenori: I've memorized their faces!"**
**"High School F4 Leader - Yoshitake: Burn it all down!"**
**"High School F4 Leader - Mitsuo: I'm near Stile Café—I'll block them!"**
**"Sawa Yamauchi: That café? I'm on my way!"**
"…"
They couldn't bear to read further—nor did they need to.
One thing was clear: if caught, their fate would match Kamishirou's!
Seeing their terror, Kamishirou grinned cruelly. "Come on, enjoy this fiery Tokyo adventure, you bastards! The Battle Royale starts now!"
…
In a gloomy Tokyo alley, three figures—clearly up to no good—huddled, panting heavily.
"Terrifying, absolutely terrifying."
"Aren't we still in the streets of Tokyo? Why does it feel like we're in some delinquent action movie?"
"Heh, welcome to Tokyo, you bastards!"
Just moments after escaping from Stile Café, the three of them were ambushed by pursuers.
Iori and Kohei finally witnessed the extent of Kamashiro's influence at A Certain High School.
A hip-hop punk wielding a baseball bat and flashing a sadistic grin, a laborer with a shovel, a salaryman in a suit pulling a wrench from his briefcase, a lunatic in an FFF cult robe, a gentle-looking female teacher whose eyes glowed red…
There were so many of them that the two were already numb. If not for Kamishirou's familiarity with Tokyo's back alleys, they probably would have been caught by now.
They didn't know exactly what would happen to them if they were caught, but judging by the way things looked—no doubt, it would be very bad.
"What kind of monstrous thing did you do, bastard!?"
Iori couldn't help but yell. Tokyo was scarier than their time in Izu!
Kamashiro Shirou shrugged helplessly. "Didn't you guys read the forum? And this is mild—at least the first-years didn't join in. Those kids are the most energetic ones."
"And let's not forget, the real culprits are you two. Now you see the disastrous impact that post caused, huh?"
"…"
They understood now—and even started regretting it a little.
Regret that they didn't wait to finish blackmailing before posting it. Regret not using a less recognizable username.
Damn it!
Don't they know how hard it is to come up with a good username? Should've just mashed random keys…
"Alright, alright, so what do we do now? We can't keep hiding like this forever."
"What if we just head straight to Akihabara? Once we dress up in cosplay, no one will recognize us!"
Kohei proposed excitedly, his eyes sparkling. It was Akihabara—the holy land of otaku!
"Actually, that's not a bad idea."
Iori nodded. If they cosplayed, no one would find their weird outfits suspicious.
Kamishirou also thought it was a solid plan. He could just cosplay as Tobi and cover himself head to toe—perfect!
But there was still one big issue…
"Where are we going to get costumes?"
Getting to Akihabara just required a cab fare, but the costumes—that was the real problem.
(´｀;)
"There should be lots of places in Akihabara to buy or rent cosplay outfits, right?"
Kohei looked at Kamishirou, confused. It was Akihabara, the mecca of anime culture!
He was beginning to suspect Kamishirou might not actually be a fellow fan.
(;?＿?)
But Kamishirou avoided his gaze, looking clearly uneasy. "That's exactly why we can't go to Akihabara…"
Seeing Kamishirou's reaction, Iori instantly realized something was off. "What the hell did you do to those shops?"
"Ahem… You guys know I'm a light novel author, right? So of course I go to Akihabara often…"
"Get to the point!"
They were losing patience.
Kamishirou sighed. "The point is, those cosplay rental shops? They're full of girls in cosplay. And… they all know me."
"You bastard."
Iori knew it. It was definitely another one of this guy's romantic debts. Damn it—what kind of depraved high school does he even attend? Is he averaging once a week?
Arghhh! Iori was now envious. How come this guy's hook-up frequency was the same as his own… uh, self-comforting routine?
He stared at his well-toned right hand and fell into deep thought.
"We should confiscate your weapon of crime! Confiscate it! (｀Д′)Ψ"
Kohei was even more fired up. Even if he wasn't into 3D women, cosplay could be a game changer! What if one of them was dressed as a little sister character?
Damn it!!!
"…"
Bunch of virgins.
Kamishirou looked down on them in his heart. Only virgins would get this excited.
And honestly, it wasn't as fun as they were imagining. After all…
The real pleasures of life were far beyond what these two virgins could even fathom. （λ‾_‾）
Wait a minute.
Virgins?
Kamishirou's lips curled into a smile. He just thought of the perfect hiding place.
"Okay, okay, calm down. I've got an idea—somewhere they definitely won't look for us!"
He radiated confidence. Anyone who knew him wouldn't dream of searching there.
"Where is it?"
Since they still needed Kamishirou to guide them, the two had no choice but to suppress their anger and wait to settle scores back in Izu.
Kamishirou didn't tease them—after all, once they took the cab, they'd find out anyway.
"Have you ever heard of Kabukichō?"
!!!
Upon hearing the name, Iori's expression immediately turned serious.
"No wonder you're my best friend, Kamishirou!"
Even Kohei, who wasn't interested in 3D women, was intrigued. Kabukichō was practically a Tokyo landmark—say "Japan" and people think of it.
"Even if it's 3D women, it's worth a look every now and then."
(′-ι_-｀)
These two were hopeless. He hadn't even said they were definitely going, had he?
"Alright, I can see your desires written all over your faces. Since you're this eager, let's go."
No helping it—if they were that excited, might as well. He hadn't been back there in a while either.
But just as Kamishirou was about to step out of the alley, Iori—briefly shaken out of his lust-fueled daze—grabbed his shoulder.
"Wait, Kamishirou!"
?
Kamishirou looked at his buddy, puzzled. "What? You wanna stay here and get torn apart by those beasts?"
"Of course not! But are you sure they won't look for you in Kabukichō?"
"Of course. Why do you ask?"
Kohei also snapped out of it, now glaring at Kamishirou. "Because when people think of you, they think of that. And when they think of that, they think of Kabukichō!"
"…"
Kamishirou facepalmed. In the end, it was his own dumbass friends.
What kind of image did he have in their minds anyway? It's not like he was some walking sex machine! Why equate him with Kabukichō? They were giving him too much credit.
The girls of Kabukichō? Let's just say… they were far past the hundred-man mark.
"Have you two forgotten who I am?"
"A scumbag!"
"A scumbag whose 'tool of crime' needs to be confiscated!"
"…"
Okay, not entirely wrong.
"I'm a pretty boy! A face good enough to debut with! You really think I'd need to go to Kabukichō?"
Kamishirou lifted his head proudly, his flawless looks leaving the two speechless.
Still, damn it—how could someone with squinty eyes be so good-looking!?
On second thought, they realized he really didn't need to go to Kabukichō.
The sheer number of victims at his school alone was probably enough to keep him busy.
"Alright, let's go. Time to show you virgins the real world!"
Seeing their twisted faces of jealousy, Kamishirou wisely decided to stop teasing them. If he kept going, they might actually kill him.
Anyway, once they got to Kabukichō, they'd be too distracted to cause trouble. They'd probably end up thanking him—
But just as the trio were about to flag down a cab, a new threat emerged!
Two shady-looking figures stepped out of the shadows.
"Yo, where you headed, boys?"
"Tokyo alleyways aren't places you can just wander into and out of."