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Ms. Chuhua, facing Nakagawa Nobuyuki who was sitting in front of her with a natural look on his face... developed such a fear towards "that person".
Three years ago... in Yokohama.
When I was in junior high school...it was him...there was no doubt about it.
It seems...it seems like I didn’t recognize myself...
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Three years ago, in the suburbs of Yokohama, near a school.
"Classmate, if you don't study hard, you can't learn from the Yakuza and rob others, right?"
After a series of teeth-grinding breaking sounds, Nakagawa Nobuyuki smiled and let go of his hand, letting the guy in front of him, whose fingers had become strangely shaped, fall to the ground.
Looking at the guy in front of him who didn't even dare to shout, Nakagawa Nobuyuki felt bored. He shook his head gently and just dusted the dust off the sleeves of his school uniform.
"...I'll return the stolen money to the people later... Come to think of it, this isn't the first time, right?"
"...If you're still not convinced, I'll be in charge of cleaning the sports warehouse tomorrow."
After saying these words lightly, Nakagawa Nobuyuki took his stolen wallet from the guy's pocket and walked away without looking back.
What can I say? It's probably similar to the enrichment effect of villains.
The next day, looking at the low-level logicians who were crowded in front of him, of all heights, weights, and with colorful hair, Nakagawa Nobuya could only sigh softly.
It doesn't look like the money has been returned.
……
With a very calm expression, Nakagawa Nobuyuki slowly used his school uniform to wipe away the handful of blood that had flowed from his head, gently released the bent and deformed iron pipe in his hand, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Dang clang——
The exceptionally crisp sound of metal falling sounded so eerie and eerie in the empty sports warehouse.
Seeing the underlying logics wriggling around like maggots and suddenly becoming silent, Nakagawa Nobuyuki simply shrugged his shoulders.
"…Hey, let's share our [harvest] with the students. Take it out and put it on the ground."
After stepping on the cow dung head that he had beaten the hardest, Nakagawa Nobuyuki spoke softly.
In fact, there was no need to speak. The bad guys who had just been pretending to be dead on the ground hurriedly took out the [harvest] from their bags.
……
Sanjiao Chuhua gently grasped the fabric on his chest to make the trembling of his body less obvious.
The money for tuition and books...was taken away.
My head teacher has recently been asking me why I haven't paid the money yet.
Obviously, I just need to tell my teacher and parents that [my money was stolen]...
But, what are those guys saying... [If you dare to tell the teachers and parents, don't even think about studying here. ]
...Also, the family’s financial situation hasn’t been very good recently.
Tomorrow... is the deadline to pay the money.
I plucked up the courage to ask other classmates, and they said that those guys said they wanted to come to the sports warehouse.
...You have to take the money back yourself.
After swallowing the saliva that was rapidly secreted due to nervousness, Sanjiao Chuhua gently pushed open the door of the sports warehouse.
However, there was no one in the sports warehouse and it was too quiet... Could it be somewhere inside?
Sanjiao Chuhua walked into the sports warehouse quietly, but still found nothing.
...Really not?
But at this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps and shouting came clearly into Sanjiao Chuhua's ears from outside the door of the sports warehouse.
Although he didn't know what happened, Sanjiao Chuhua, who was suddenly frightened, still subconsciously hid in a locker on the side, and looked out timidly through the ventilation hole of the locker.
The narrow locker was only big enough for Sanjiao Chuhua to stand with his shoulders hunched... What was worse was that because of the long-term accumulation of dust, when Sanjiao Chuhua pulled it in such a hurry, dust filled the sky.
However, Sanjiao Chuhua still had to force himself to hold back the urge to cough... because, those guys who stole his tuition fees were now squeezed into the warehouse like sardines.
In the stuffy and narrow locker, through the tiny gap, Sanjiao Chuhua, who was feeling some inexplicable fear, saw the guy standing opposite a group of people in the sports warehouse.
Next, in the shrunken eyes of the young Sanjiao Chuhua, a sports game that was hard to say how safe it was began.
Even here, one could hear the inexplicable sound of something being interrupted and shouting.
The specific things...I can't remember them clearly today.
I just remember that after an unknown amount of time, that guy was the only one left standing there... the guy who was half-squatting and smashing someone's head on the ground.
"Nakagawa-san! Excuse me, I'll go get it—"
click!
Before he could even utter a word of begging for mercy, a hook punch with a whistling sound came instantly and hit the guy begging for mercy hard on the head.
Then, a big hand, still stained with blood, grabbed the guy's hair and slammed it hard on the dusty and rough concrete floor in the warehouse.
One! Two! Three! Four!
boom!boom!boom!boom!
"…What did you say? You will have to bear the consequences at your own risk, right?"
That [Nakagawa-san] patted the guy's bruised face expressionlessly. The cold voice made Chuhua, who was hiding in the locker, instinctively tremble.
After saying this, [Nakagawa-san] gently let go of the twisted steel pipe in his hand and let it fall gently to the ground.
Next, it was [Nakagawa-san] who asked others to [share the harvest] or something like that...
The next moment, with all kinds of wailing sounds as the background, Sanjiao Chuhua saw his very familiar yellow wallet in the light coming through the warehouse window, but he didn't know whose pocket it fell from.
...Yes, do you want to go get it?
Sanjiao Chuhua asked himself timidly in his heart.
It's... dangerous outside now.
But...if I don't want to take it...why did I come here? And...
Seeing that [Nakagawa-san] was supervising everyone to take out their wallets one by one, the extremely panicked Sanjiao Chuhua could only think of one possibility...
Wait, that [Nakagawa-san] will definitely take the money away...
By then, I really won’t be able to get the money back… But, this money was earned by my family with great effort…
...As expected, I still don’t want to see my parents’ expressions worried about tuition fees or something.
...I told myself so formally at that time, didn't I? I had to keep the tuition money safe...
So, despite feeling an extremely suffocating fear, Sanjiao Chuhua still stretched out his trembling little hand and gently pushed open the small door of the locker.
...That person probably didn't notice this.
Triangle Chuhua, who was hunching his shoulders, finally sneaked out of the cabinet.
Every time the screams rang out behind him, it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Sanjiao Chuhua's heart heavily, making the courage that he had finally mustered up waver like a leaf in the wind, with nowhere to rest.
But in the end, Sanjiao Chuhua still took a step with her somewhat weak legs, grabbed her wallet, and felt the reassuring touch of the bulging wallet in her hand. The girl, who had originally felt a little uneasy, suddenly felt a little relieved.
...Next, just escape through the half-open door over there.
Sanjiao Chuhua half-crouched with her petite body, trying her best to control her unrhythmic and frantic breathing. She hid her trembling figure among the piles of various equipment, and slowly moved towards the warehouse door through which faint light was shining.
Ten meters...eight meters...five meters...
In the end, if he just stood up and took a step forward, he could escape from here.
...Almost succeeded.
pat.
“…Is this wallet yours?”
A hand that seemed to be still stained with some hot and wet blood pinched the back of the neck of the girl who was about to escape. The light that had just come in from the warehouse window was suddenly blocked.
The moment the wet and hot touch came, Sanjiao Chuhua's brain stopped working completely, like an appliance that had its power cut off.
At this moment, the girl even forgot what fear felt like.
The words in my heart continued to multiply, jump and twist wildly.
got caught.
Got caught got caught.
Got caught got caught got caught got caught got caught.
At this moment, my heart almost stopped beating, as if it had fallen into an icy lake.
At this moment, although I couldn't see Nakagawa-san's face, the pungent smell of rust easily penetrated into my nose. It was so strong that it even made it difficult for me to open my eyes.
There was something indescribably cold and solemn about the voice that came out like that... My own body... couldn't even tremble normally.
At this time, Sanjiao Chuhua could only subconsciously clench the wallet in his hand. His pale thin lips moved slightly, but he could hardly make any sound.
Come on, tell me...
[I'm sorry, but this money is really important to me. ]
[I'm sorry, if I didn't have this money, I wouldn't be able to go to school. ]
Finally, I don’t know how long it had been or what had happened, but with the sound of distant footsteps, the smell of rust disappeared.
At this time, Sanjiao Chuhua's whole body went limp, and he finally sat down on the ground, unable to hold on any longer. Tears of suppressed fear flowed out of his eyes.
As for how I escaped... that kind of memory is a little fuzzy.
……
Seeing the girl stumbling, sniffing and running away in a panic, Nakagawa Nobuyuki breathed a sigh of relief.
Look at the color of that tie... He is actually a classmate who is one grade lower than me. He doesn't look like a bad guy. It should be my wallet.
No, these guys are too bad, aren't they? They even snatched the little girls from the lower grades...
But think about it, after all, it is such a bad thing.
...And that girl just now, she was sobbing and mumbling something like "I'm sorry"...
Really, it makes me feel a little guilty. I don’t even know when I came in.
Not taking the matter to heart, Nakagawa Nobuyuki just walked back into the sports warehouse and poured the shot put at the bottom of the shelf all over the floor with a nonchalant look on his face.
"Did you accidentally knock over the shot put stand today?"
Gently closing the door of the sports warehouse behind him, Nakagawa Nobuyuki simply washed his face under the faucet to rinse off the blood that had just flowed down his head, then walked slowly with a calm expression towards the place in the school where the radio was often played.
The teacher who manages this place usually puts the key under the flower pot... OK, found it.
It wasn't long before such sounds were heard on campus.
"Ahem, some students in the sports warehouse were accidentally hit by a shot put. Students who are free must go and help—"
"…Especially those students who have lost money due to various things recently."
He turned off the microphone as if nothing had happened, and seeing everyone on campus stop and look puzzled, Nakagawa Nobuyuki immediately pretended to be an ignorant crowd and quietly slipped away.
By the way, let's go back to the sports warehouse and take a look at these guys who usually say "Renxia" every day, but actually do robbery and fights at will.
Afterwards, all we can say is that the classmates have indeed been harboring resentment towards this group of guys for a long time... Nakagawa Nobuyuki felt a little bit sorry for them.
……
At this moment, Sanjiao Chuhua ran all the way home like a frightened bird, but he had no idea what happened in school.
After that, because she was frightened and had a severe fever for several days, Sanjiao Chuhua missed the time when everyone was discussing the matter. However, that blood-stained face and that cold tone... became something that Miss Chuhua did not want to recall at all.
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"...Chuhua, what's wrong? Why are you in a daze?"
Toyokawa Shoko looked at Sankaku Chuhua in front of her, who suddenly frowned and stared blankly, and waved her little hand in front of Sankaku Chuhua with some concern.
"Is it because it's too hot today? Do you have a bit of heat stroke?"
Nakagawa Nobuyuki looked at Sanjiao Chuhua whose lips were slightly pale. Although he felt that Sanjiao Chuhua looked familiar, he did not think much about it. He just frowned slightly and asked.