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"So...care to explain how this happened?" Shiranui asked with deadpanned eyes at a sweatdropped Zenkichi; both sitting side by side in their favorite cafeteria table.
"I don't know what you want me to explain, Shiranui-san." Zenkichi flatly replied as he took a bite out of his sandwich.
Shiranui raised an eyebrow at him, slowly slurping her ramn, with a blank look she turned forward to another pair of people sitting opposite to them, only, they weren't strangers but a very familiar pair of popular girls; Medaka Kurokami and Nekomi Nabeshima.
"Hm? Kurokami-san, why don't you have anything to eat?" Nabeshima asked curiously, leaning over the table, she tilted her head towards Medaka while holding her yakisoba pan in her left hand.
Medaka, surrounded by several stacks of paper, was writing a paper with one hand while stamping a different paper with the other, glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, "As you can see Nabeshima-senpai, I have some work to do. Plus, I'm not feeling that hungry." she simply replied before going back to her work.
"Oho, as expected of the student council president~" Nabeshima giggled with a cattish grin. "Working so diligently and not taking a break to eat, you're truly the role model for us students!"
"I appreciate your concern and praise, Nabeshima-senpai." Medaka flatly replied. "And I really need to finish this right now because I have a request from the bowling club I need to do in their club in 10 minutes."
Nabeshima's lips twitched and sighed. "Still though Kurokami-san, it's lunch time and our very first unofficial club meeting! So forget about work for now and play with your friends~" she winked playfully.
Medaka blinked and turned towards her, tilting her head, with complete sincerity and honesty in her eyes, "We're friends?"
"..."
Shiranui turned to stare at Zenkichi. "You want these two to be a part of our future club? I mean I can get Kurokami but Nabeshima-senpai as well?"
"What's the problem with Nabeshima-senpai?"
"Yeah! What's the problem with me?!" Nabeshima turned towards Shiranui with a glare.
"I apologize if I gave off the wrong impression, Nabeshima-senpai. There's no problem with you joining the club." Shiranui explained calmly with a wide hollow smile and emotionless expression, though sparkles of mischief flashed across her eyes.
"You don't look apologetic at all!" Nabeshima hissed at her like a cat.
"Shishishi."
Zenkichi shook his head at their antics and took part in eating his own lunch; a simple double whopper cheese burger, fige slices of pepperoni pizza with peppers and extra cheese, and a strawberry milkshake.
What? This cafeteria almost has everything! It's a waste to not order them. No. It's a crime itself that no one had ordered burgers except him and Shiranui! So far...
A day had passed since the Judo Club incident and ended mostly okay for him; with the vice captain, whose name he totally forgot about, was selected as the successor of Nabeshima when he was the only gutsy one to try and attack Medaka.
Though the best part of yesterday was Akune being sent off to the infirmary with several broken bones and be bedridden for a month!
Zenkichi is honestly impressed at how Medaka easily sent the former thug flying into a wall like he was some toy.
He didn't like the guy but oof, anybody would feel sympathy if they saw someone get wrecked like that.
But back to the recap of yesterday's events. Since he got that Judo skill, a reward for recruiting Nabeshima, as well as a abnormal skill, not to mention that trial use of The End, he didn't have the need to apply for a trial session with the Judo Club and just went on home after school was out.
Zenkichi wanted to initiate his plan on swallowing all his martial arts skills, The Iron, and Beginner's Hard Luck, and mixed them up into one ultimate martial art style but he was hesitating, wondering if he should just wait to get another abnormal skill.
There was Cattish Tale but...
[Cattish Tale[Abnormal](New!)]
—The first fatal blow won't kill you... probably😺
The description was vague but Zenkichi could guess that the skill is a life saving ability that heals him, only activated when he dies or gets severely injured like his heart being punctured, his head squashed, etc.
He wasn't totally sure but there's no way in hell was he going to test it out by stabbing a knife through his heart.
Since he wasn't really sure what to do with it, the Cattish Tale will have to sit this one out for now.
Zenkichi inwardly groaned from the headache of his hesitation of using Real Eater on his skills.
'...I'll wait out for a week and hope that I get some useful skills and stuff, especially combat-oriented skills.' he hummed. 'Hopefully when I finally get my fourth member and officially create a club we'd get a building for ourselves. 4-5 spins, with just four of them?'
He shook his head and chuckled. 'There's just no fucking way I won't be getting Shiranui's and Medaka's skills. This shit isn't gacha after all. God, although I hate those bullshit games I still missed them; I worked so much to get those five stars!'
As he silently cried in for his old and probably deleted game accounts, he pulled up his lottery ability to roll his daily lottery.
[Ding! Do you want to use the lottery?]
'Yes.' He crossed his fingers as the wheel of fortune appeared before him.
[Location: Hakoniwa Academy Main Building]
[Spinning>>>]
[Ding! Ding! Congratulations! You have pulled: Black Lace Panties.]
'Fuck!' He inwardly cursed.
"Hey Zenkichi."
"Hm?" Zenkichi snapped out of his daze and turned towards Medaka, who had stretched her arms and back up, which had her puffing and bouncing out her big tits towards him which attracted all the men's gazes. He glanced at them for a moment before staring right back up at her red eyes.
He loved Medaka, well the original did, but ever since he merged with another person from a different reality and took on his personalities, his crush on her disappeared.
He meant what he had said to Shiranui, he loves Medaka; she's beautiful, smart, nice, strong, and although she has a few bad qualities but who doesn't? But most important of all, she got a hot bod that puts most of the supermodels in his past life to shame...
I mean, have you seen her?! Seriously, who doesn't want to have their face smothered into those heavenly pillows and fondle those child bearing hips and luscious thighs, their fingers entering her smooth and tight holes.
Zenkichi wanted nothing more than to bone her, which...isn't really too difficult if he plays his cards right.
But he loves himself more. He loves nothing more to be himself and live for himself, but how could he do that if he's like a dog to Medaka?
Though now that she's becoming part of his crew, that'll finally change.
This isn't her story, this was his.
"What's up?" He asked.
"I wanna ask for your opinion about the club funding."
"What do you mean by that?" Zenkichi narrowed his eyes.
Medaka sighed, crossing her arms underneath her bust, unintentionally pushing her cleavage up that he unashamedly glanced at. "You all know how many clubs this school has, right?"
Shiranui looked in thought, her fingertip on her lower lip. "Mm. Too many to count."
"Quite." Medaka nodded. "Whatever the case, there's a limit to the amount I can increase each club's funding. Even if I split the money equally to all clubs, there won't be enough to even buy a pencil."
Nabeshima tilted her head to the side inquisitively. "So? That just means you can't treat this issue fairly; just give most of the money to the deserving clubs like the Judo Club and ours."
Zenkichi, Shiranui, and Medaka gave her a look.
"What? I did say treat the school clubs fairly~"
"Just not ours and your former club?" Shiranui said, grinning.
"You know it girl!" They both high-fived at each other and giggled mischievously.
"You two..." Medaka shook her, smiling. "Well if you all insist, I can just use my private fund–"
"No, I insist that you don't." Zenkichi hurriedly cut her off, sweatdropped.
He wouldn't normally refuse to use someone else's money to buy stuff, especially from someone as rich as Medaka from her family's allowance and the reward money she got from answering some insane math problem; it'd be just a drop from her fortune if she helped fund the school clubs, but it's just plain wasteful to use them on school activities.
What? So he's frugal with money, anyone is when they aren't fucking loaded with cash.
"So then, what?" Nabeshima asked.
"Which is why I was asking for Zenkichi's advice," Medaka replied, staring expectantly at him. "because I'm also lost on what to do."
"Wait, what? Why me?" Zenkichi asked, confused.
"Because this issue involves our future club funding as well." Medaka explained, closed-eyed, smiling. "The deadline of the distribution of school clubs' fundings will be set in two weeks time and won't be changed until the next term for student council president, that'd also be the deadline for us to officially create our club."
Zenkichi narrowed his eyes. 'Two weeks...That's honestly a lot of time, I only need one more member and a teacher so I can create the 'club'...' he paused for a moment and sighed. 'I should really think of a name for the club, eh, crew.'
"...Zenkichi." His childhood friend's voice reached his ears, taking his attention and his eyes widened.
Medaka slightly tilted her head to the side, her eyes watering, lips pursed.
"Not only do I need my childhood friend's wit, but I also need my club captain's opinion."
"..." Zenkichi was honestly speechless at her sincerity. He began to chuckle.
"Damn, why do you always play the cute girl card when you want something?"
Medaka giggled. "Hey, it works doesn't it. Besides, all girls do it."
"Shishishi. It's true, Hitoyoshi-kun. Why do you think I managed to get you to buy me snacks and meals almost all the time?"
"...Fuck." He cursed out loud after thinking about it, making the three girls laugh at him.
Zenkichi rolled his eyes. "Haha. Alright I get it, it's a pain in the ass being a good guy. Sheesh." he grumbled as he began eating again, though he paused a moment later after swallowing.
"...I might have an idea."
"Oh?" That got the girls' attention.
The corner of Zenkichi's lips curled up into a conniving grin. "How about we do a competition between all clubs?"
Nabeshima's eyes squinted in suspicion while Medaka tilted her head and Shiranui's face turned serious.
"What kind of competition?" They simultaneously asked.
The grin on Zenkichi's lips widened.
"It involves water... and sexy swimsuits."
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Meanwhile underneath the Hakoniwa Academy's campus, in an underground facility and one of their floors.
It was a large and wide floor; about as large as an american football stadium with an artificially created sky; clouds and sun, that changes accordingly to the above ground's real time and climate. The floor was mostly grass with the exception of a majestic traditional Japanese dojo hall in the center of the floor with several sakura trees at each side, facing each other, of the pavement heading towards the beautiful building.
And at the lower stairway leading towards the dojo, two intricate and intimidating eastern dragon stone statues were stationed on each side that were put there to strike fear at any arriving guests.
And standing in between the dragon statues was Naze, still wearing bandages to cover her face and with the addition of a black cloak that covered her body; from her neck to down. She wasn't alone however, besides her was another girl.
She has brown eyes and short brown hair, done in two buns at the back. She wears a red jacket with pink fur lining that leaves her midriff and chest uncovered, exposing her white bra and wonderful perky round bust to the world. She also wears red hot pants with a white belt, showing off her curvaceous backside and juicy plump ass, and red shoes.
Her name is Koga Itami, best friend of Naze Youka.
"Naze-chan, I still don't think this is a good idea..." Koga pleaded as she uneasily stared up at the dojo hall but her best friend didn't respond to her.
"Do we have a deal?" Naze asked aloud, her face still impassive as ever. But there was no mistaking the emotion almost every species on the planet possesses, fear.
Naze Youka had never truly known what fear, terror, despair, sadness, hatred, and misery are for most of her life, which is just a few years really since she erased her childhood memories, but that was until she met...him.
The man that had singlehandedly annihilated 90% of all the gangs in Japan.
"You want him mostly unharmed..." A deep and masculine voice sounded out from the dojo.
Stepping out of the doors of the dojo hall was a very tall and lean-yet-muscular individual, wearing only a white trouser and black shoes; showcasing his muscular body with many scars across, and tattoos on his arms. On his chest is a long, horizontal scar, and a vertical one just above it. He adjusted his full-rimmed black sunglasses that completely hid his eyes.
"That's unusual. You never requested something like this. Tell me, what's so special about this boy?" He asked indifferently but both Naze and Koga tensed as a threatening aura seeped out of his body and spread towards them, causing cold sweat to drip down their forehead.
Koga might be the strongest woman of the Thirteen Party, but even she wasn't a match against this monster.
"White Ghost, I don't have to explain anything to you." Naze replied, desperately trying to keep her voice calm and not stutter. "Just get the job done."
'White Ghost's' head tilted to the side, his emotionless gaze into their eyes, making them swallow nervously.
"Fine," He let out a deep sigh, turned around and walked inside. "I'll find out for myself..."
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