After the battle, Shinta immediately fled the scene. He hadn't anticipated his teacher being defeated, and his sole purpose had been self-defense. The outcome, however, defied all expectations.
The teacher awoke in the school clinic, the battle replaying in his mind, a mix of fright and bewilderment clouding his thoughts. He had studied various martial arts from across the globe, but the boy's fighting style was unlike anything he'd ever encountered. Initially, he'd assumed the sticks Shinta wielded were the primary weapon. Instead, the boy utilized his entire body, combining powerful kicks with swift strikes from the baston, making him a formidable opponent in close combat.
Meanwhile, Yura continued her gun training, overhearing two female instructors gossiping about a mandatory meeting held at an undisclosed hotel, attended by high-ranking officials. Failure to attend could result in the loss of their titles.
One instructor recounted an incident from the meeting: a captain from the seventh division had disrespected a young man. "Well, I also heard the boy was late, making the officials wait for ten minutes," she said. The other instructor countered, "But did you hear the full story? The captain infuriated the officials and nearly lost his position."
"What a formidable presence, to make officials react like that," one mused.
"Indeed! From what I've gathered, the boy isn't even twenty years old, yet he's idolized worldwide!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with admiration.
"Are you developing a thing for younger men?"
"I care not for age; his status is already at its peak! I'd do anything to catch his eye!"
Yura, eavesdropping, hatched a plan to befriend this influential figure, believing his status would ensure the safety of her loved ones and herself.
Shinta, still running, collided with two girls. He realized they were the twins, avoided by others due to their status and feared tempers. Their reputation as actresses added to their mystique, but it was the younger twin's sharp tongue that truly kept people away.
"Hey! Can't you see where you're going? Or did you bump into us on purpose, thinking you could get close? And what's with that disgusting look on your face? It's like the school's been overrun by filth!"
"Nally, stop it! You're being rude," her sister chided.
"Tsk, always so kind, sis."
"Are you hurt? Are you okay? Can you stand?" she asked, offering a hand.
"No, I'm fine. Sorry, I need to go," Shinta replied.
"Let's go, sis. He doesn't even appreciate your help. We're already late for class," Nally retorted.
They headed to their self-defense class, but the professor was absent. Students informed them he'd been knocked out and looked terrified.
The twins exchanged confused glances, finding it impossible to believe someone could defeat their formidable professor with just a twig.