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After school, in front of the gate of Seiran High School.
My figure, 195cm tall and 120kg, still stood out.
Students in uniform looked at me with suspicious eyes.
"That guy's not from our school, is he?"
"He's huge..."
"He's kind of scary..."
Such whispers could be heard.
Sagara's classroom was 3rd year, class 2.
I had gathered information beforehand.
Every time I walked down the hallway, the surrounding gazes hurt.
"Hey, fatty."
Sagara called out to me as if he had been waiting.
His usual companions were around him.
"Well, look who it is, coming all the way to our school," Sagara said with a provocative smirk.
But his eyes were wary of my physique.
"I'm here to have Hayami-san's photos deleted."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
My voice was low and heavy.
"Hey, fatty. Normally, a student from another school coming after hours wouldn't end well, you know?"
Sagara's smirking, provocative voice.
Kizaki moved to my back, and Kawauchi covered my right side.
Their teamwork was perfect.
The three of them entered fighting stance.
However, I was at my limit too.
I had nothing to lose.
Just Hayami's smile they had stolen.
Her sweet, pure love with Akita.
Flashbacks of Hayami's determined figure.
An anger that made my vision red surged within me.
"I cannot forgive what you did to Hayami-san."
My voice was a low growl.
My 89-kilogram body quietly leaned forward.
"Huh? What are you..."
Sagara's words trailed off.
My body had moved faster than I thought possible.
The first blow was to Kizaki.
Reading his attempt to get behind me, I delivered an elbow strike.
His body, trained in the track and field club, flew in a beautiful parabola.
"Guh!"
"Kizaki!"
Kawauchi aimed for a judo hold.
But the weight difference was obvious.
The moment he received it, I counter-threw him.
A heavy thud.
The judo club captain's body was slammed onto the cold asphalt.
"Ugh!"
He tried to get up, having taken a fall, but I kicked him hard in the face.
"Thud! Crack!"
Several of his teeth broke and stuck into my leather shoes.
"You bastard..."
"Thump!"
Sagara's fist sank into my cheek.
It hurt, but this much was fine.
"You guys can't win."
"Everyone, go together!"
At Sagara's command, the three attacked simultaneously.
But my body, which had been unharmed even after falling onto a car, shrugged off such attacks.
"This is... your retribution for what you did to Hayami-san."
I grabbed Kawauchi's bloody face with my left hand.
My fingers, clenching tightly like an iron claw, dug into his face.
"Wha...!?"
With one hand, Kawauchi's body lifted into the air.
His 182-centimeter, 75-kilogram body was like a doll.
"Whoa...!"
Then, with one hand, I threw Kawauchi.
Kawauchi, having been thrown, crashed into Kizaki.
The two tumbled, entangled.
"Impossible... that guy, what monstrous strength..."
Sagara's voice trembled.
"After what you did to Hayami-san..."
Every step I took forward, the three of them recoiled.
Their bluster had completely vanished.
"Do you remember? When Hayami-san was forced to kneel."
"Kuh..."
"You laughed as you filmed her tears."
Right straight.
"Thud! Whiz!"
Sagara's face was crushed, and he flew spinning.
"Never again... will I let anyone hurt anyone."
"S-stop it..."
Sagara, his face bloody and lying on the ground, pleaded with a trembling voice.
"Hmph... stop it?"
I laughed coldly as I approached him.
"Did you listen when your victims said the same thing?"
"Ugh..."
"What about when Hayami-san pleaded with tears?"
"What about when other female students knelt, trembling?"
With each step, the three of them crawled backward.
"Please... no more..."
Kizaki cried out.
But that voice only fueled my anger further.
"That's right... everyone begged like this, didn't they?"
I grabbed Kawauchi's face again.
This time, I lifted him high enough that both his feet were tens of centimeters off the ground.
"Put me down... ngh..."
"Did you give your victims the same choice?"
The strength in my arm increased further.
"Aaaargh!"
With abnormal arm strength, Kawauchi's body swung wildly in the air.
"Stop! I'll delete all the data! All of it!"
Kizaki screamed.
With my other hand, I grabbed Kizaki's face and lifted him.
"Aaargh!"
"So, you've been listening to such voices?"
"What kind of human is this? What is his strength?"
Sagara seemed to have lost strength in his legs, falling back on his butt and retreating.
The crotch of his pants was soaking wet.
He seemed to have involuntarily urinated.
A wet trail followed where he retreated.
I threw Kizaki and Kawauchi at Sagara.
I kicked the legs, stomachs, backs, and faces of the three fallen men.
"Agh!"
"Guhaaa!"
"Stop!"
"I'm going to die..."
"I'll delete everything..."
Finally, there was room for negotiation.
"Really?"
"Aargh... everything... even the bag backups..."
I kicked Kawauchi up.
His body rolled.
"Stand up."
The three of them shakily stood up.
Their faces were swollen, and their uniforms were covered in dust.
All of them had wet themselves, and their lower halves were muddy.
Many of their teeth were stuck in my shoes.
"From now on, you will do something for me."
Under the moonlight, the three shadows trembled.
This was their retribution.
"About the data... let's discuss it. Let me tell you, I have my own investigative network. Don't think for a moment that lies won't be exposed."
"First, delete all data."
I stood looking down at Sagara and his gang.
Maintaining a posture that could suppress them at any time.
"Take out your smartphones now."
With trembling hands, the three took out their smartphones.
I checked them.
Kizaki's smartphone had a large amount of organized data.
Kawauchi's had more extreme videos.
And Sagara's had...
"There's still more, isn't there?"
"Huh..."
"Cloud backups. You've saved them on your PC too, haven't you?"
"W-why..."
"I told you. I have an investigative network."
In reality, I only knew by touching things, but I couldn't let them realize that.
"Tomorrow, bring all the backup data."
"Huh?"
"USB drives, external HDDs, things downloaded from the cloud. Everything."
Sagara exchanged glances with Kizaki.
"Didn't you hear me?"
I grabbed Sagara's face with one hand.
His feet left the ground.
"Hiss...! I-I get it! I-I get it, so!"
"Kizaki."
I turned to face the track and field ace.
"You were in charge of all the technical stuff, weren't you? Like data storage."
"Y-yes..."
"Can you retrieve it perfectly?"
"I can... definitely..."
"Kawauchi."
The judo club captain stiffened.
"Including all the data you used to threaten the victims."
"Understood..."
"Tomorrow, after school. Bring everything here."
The three nodded, trembling.
"It's useless to try and deceive me. You understand?"
Under the twilight, the three shadows looked small.
"Also, you'll be having regular meetings with me from now on."
"Meetings...?"
"Once a month. The third Thursday."
"Why... go that far..."
Sagara's voice trembled.
"It's a rehabilitation program, so to speak."
I continued, wiping the sleeve of my uniform.
"If there's a recurrence, this data will be submitted to the police. After consulting with the victims, of course."
"No way..."
"Ending your lives is easy."
The color drained from the three's faces.
"But, I'll give you a chance."
"A chance...?"
"If you can truly reform, the data will remain sealed permanently."
The night wind blew through.
No one interrupted.
"Tomorrow, 4 PM. Bring the data."
"Yes..."
"And from next month, regular meetings."
The three bowed deeply.
It wasn't the kind of kneeling they had made Hayami do.
It was a genuine apology showing remorse.
As I walked away,
I threw my last words over my shoulder.
"This is your last chance."
Knowing the tears of Hayami and all the victims,
I no longer had any forgiveness for them.
But I would give them a chance for rehabilitation.
Because that was the right choice as a human being.
"By the way,"
As I was about to leave, I slowly turned back to the three.
"I have nothing to lose."
"Huh..."
"If you don't keep your promise, consider your lives forfeit."
"Hiss..."
I reached for a thick tree branch nearby.
With a grip strength of 150 kilograms, I crushed it with a cracking sound.
The shattered wood chips fell to the ground, illuminated by the moonlight.
"If I get serious, your necks will end up like this too."
It was a complete threat.
But it was a necessary threat for these kinds of people.
The three were paralyzed, unable to move.
They looked up at me with terrified expressions.
"Just kidding."
I added with a chuckle.
But that smile seemed to amplify their fear even more.
"Tomorrow, 4 PM. Don't forget."
As I disappeared into the darkness,
The three could only stare blankly after me.Â