Naoka Ueno likes Kyosuke Hojo.

“Ishida, what’s wrong?”

Naoka Ueno looked on with concern as Takuya Ishida ran into the classroom and immediately collapsed onto his desk.

“None of your business!”

Ishida’s voice was choked with sobs; it was clear he was crying.

Naoka was at a loss—she hadn’t expected that Ishida, who was usually so reckless and daring during their daily dares, would cry so intensely.

At the same time, her admiration for Kyosuke Hojo deepened.

No one knew, but Naoka was the only one at school who knew the truth behind the transfer of the few kids who had bullied Kyosuke Hojo before. She knew more than even their homeroom teacher, Takeuchi, and the others.

That afternoon, having forgotten something, she had returned to school and witnessed the scene.

In the locker room, Kyosuke Hojo stood by the door while several kids clumsily tried to carry off his indoor shoes.

“Is that all you’re capable of?”

The kids, already guilty as thieves, were startled by Hojo’s voice. When they turned and saw it was him, their guilt turned into shame-fueled anger.

The leader, a chubby boy, stepped forward immediately.

“Huh? What are you talking about? We just found these shoes on the floor and were about to put them in the lost and found.”

Hojo sneered contemptuously and spoke with an air of superiority.

“You’re just cowards sneaking around behind people’s backs.”

“Bastard! Say that again!”

The chubby boy and his companions, enraged, charged at Hojo, surrounding him.

Naoka, peeking in from outside, was startled. She didn’t understand why Hojo would provoke so many at once.

“Am I wrong? I’m just standing here—what are you going to do to me?”

The chubby boy was momentarily intimidated.

“What losers. Let me show you how it’s done!”

Though smaller in build, Hojo, who had trained by running since childhood, was far stronger and tougher than the chubby boy.

With a backward step and a twist, he threw a powerful punch into the boy’s stomach.

Despite the thick layer of fat, the blow still inflicted tremendous pain. The boy’s eyes bulged as he doubled over, clutching his belly.

Hojo didn’t stop there—he delivered a knee strike to the boy’s face.

With that swift combination, the boy collapsed, alternating between covering his face and holding his stomach.

His friends, terrified of Hojo’s ferocity, sat back down, retreating in fear lest they be attacked too. Though they were bullies at school, their tactics were usually petty compared to Hojo’s boldness.

“Listen up. After school tomorrow, I’ll be waiting outside. Bring more people if you want, but you lot aren’t a match for me.”

Hojo kicked the groaning boy on the ground.

“Got it?”

“Got it, got it.”

The chubby boy and his gang quickly agreed.

As Hojo emerged, Naoka hurriedly hid around the corner.

“A hero!”

Clenching her fists close to her chest, her brilliant eyes sparkled as if stars might burst forth.

To Naoka, Hojo’s actions perfectly embodied the definition of a hero, striking her heart deeply.

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