"Eh? Your shrine is famous for romance luck?"
"Hahaha, since it's a tourist destination, it's normal that couples account for a larger proportion of our customers, isn't it~"
Bending down and pushing the fortune stick holder forward slightly, the staff member, who looked remarkably like a rookie member of the FFF Brigade, let out an unpleasant laugh, which made Miyazawa Yu, who already felt something was off, hesitate for a moment.
However, frowning and holding his hand in mid-air for a few seconds, he finally stared at the man in front of him, who reeked of scumbag energy, and reached into the stick holder.
It was just drawing a fortune slip anyway. Even if he encountered a shady business with temporary price hikes, it would be easy to dispense justice with his combat strength!
Besides, Azusa-senpai and Nanaka-nee were both watching with anticipation. If he backed out now, wouldn't it look like he had something to hide!
"Ugh... then... this one?"
"Oh~!"
"Open it and let's see~"
Stirring his hand in the stick holder twice, Miyazawa Yu finally drew out the chosen slip and slapped it onto the table.
Seeing this, Kotegawa Nanaka and Hamaoka Azusa both curiously leaned forward, their hands almost overlapping as they peeled back the layers of the slip.
[Great Luck!]
[The empty seat awaits no man, new flowers climb the branches, fate brings people together from a thousand miles, and encounters happen even in foreign lands!]
"Great Luck," as expected by Miyazawa Yu. This was a traditional art of Japanese shrines. After all, a shrine that constantly produced "Terrible Luck" slips, no matter how effective, would probably be mistaken for a curse from the shrine maiden.
"Seriously, you had me worried for so long..."
Touching his head and sighing that he had been overthinking, Miyazawa Yu let out a long breath and gave the black-robed person opposite him an apologetic smile, handing him the slip. "Sorry for misunderstanding you, young man. Please interpret the fortune for us."
"Oh~ no problem! No problem! Even if you drew a Terrible Luck slip, don't be discouraged. Although we are always very accurate about love luck, but..."
"Huh? What Terrible Luck? It's a Great Luck slip."
"Gah!?"
The arrogant sound caught in his throat. Shinichirou Yamamoto's face under the cowl, which had become increasingly ugly as he tried to misinterpret the fortune to completely erase the traitor from society, instantly froze.
Suddenly looking up to meet Miyazawa Yu's sincere eyes, cold sweat slid down his forehead, crossing his constantly trembling face and flowing down to his stomach—
T-this is wrong. The stick holder should only contain the Terrible Luck slips he drew. How could this guy Yu draw a Great Luck slip!
"Um... this, just a moment!!!"
Clenching his teeth fiercely, Shinichirou Yamamoto snatched the slip from Yu's hand with a slap, then turned his back and checked it carefully with wide eyes.
However... there was no flaw!
Both the paper used and the handwriting were definitely from the shrine!
This meant that this bastard Yu hadn't used a pre-prepared Great Luck slip to fake it. He had indeed drawn a Great Luck slip from the stick holder that was full of his Terrible Luck slips!
H-how is this possible! I don't accept this! I don't accept this!!!
His heart was fiercely pierced by the flintlock of reality. Shinichirou Yamamoto fell to his knees, letting out a silent, sorrowful wail. Two lines of bloody tears slowly flowed from his eyes.
Was this guy Yu destined to hit two targets with one arrow? Even the gods were on his side!
"Emmm... um, the slip?"
If Shinichirou Yamamoto's psychological activity could be called a personal drama, then this series of actions became an incomprehensible pantomime in the eyes of Miyazawa Yu and the two girls.
Completely clueless as to why the black-robed man suddenly seemed to have suffered a critical hit of ten thousand psychological damage, Miyazawa Yu looked at the constantly sobbing and trembling figure opposite him, feeling a familiar, superb scumbag vibe rushing towards him.
"Hiss... Azusa-senpai, should we just go to the shrine and draw a slip there?"
"Sure, let me check the map..."
"Wait a moment! Huff huff—!"
Seeing his prey sense something was wrong and show a tendency to run, Shinichirou Yamamoto forcibly gathered his spirit, pulled himself out of his deep grief, and reached out, sniffing, to keep the sweet trio from leaving.
"The slip... the slip just now was wrong! Please draw another one!"
"No!"
Immediately pulling both Azusa-senpai and Nanaka-nee into his arms, Miyazawa Yu took two steps back, his eyes instantly vigilant.
It should be known that drawing a slip repeatedly in Japan is considered disrespectful to the gods. What kind of legitimate shrine would say there's something wrong with the slip a customer drew? In his opinion, the one with the problem was clearly this overly strange shrine staff member!
In any case, the money paid was considered lost. It was best to stay as far away as possible from this kind of strange, unlicensed stall!
"Dream on! Draw a Terrible Luck slip for me, Yu!!!"
Since he was already discovered, Shinichirou Yamamoto stopped pretending!
Swoosh! Tearing off the black robe, his bulky body leaped over the stall barrier in an extremely bizarre posture.
The slips of paper with the blood-red "Terrible Luck" written on them were shot out between his fingers with a whooshing sound, being used as throwing knives aimed directly at Miyazawa Yu's vital points!
"Nani!? Yamamoto!!! I knew that feeling was familiar. It's you, you scumbag!"
Holding Azusa-senpai and Nanaka-nee, Miyazawa Yu leaped backward, dodging the scattered Terrible Luck slips. He instantly recognized Yamamoto, whose entire face was smeared with tears, and his expression immediately became clear.
This wasn't strange then. If it was a beast like Yamamoto, any bizarre action was understandable.
He made a quick guess: this guy probably drew a bunch of Terrible Luck slips himself and had nowhere to vent his frustration, and then just happened to encounter certain people, so he naturally projected his resentment onto himself.
However...
"Heh, a mere Yamamoto. Do you really think you can obstruct my diving trip? Dream on!"
Grinning and facing the bastard Yu's downward thumbs-up, Shinichirou Yamamoto wiped away the uncontrollable tears on his face, pulled back his right leg, kicked up some dust, and built momentum.
"Is that so? Then take this!"
Stomping a circular air current onto the ground, Shinichirou Yamamoto launched himself like a cannonball with a lethal determination: "[Secret Technique: Perennial Virgin Boy's Useless Kiss That Can't Be Given Away]!!!"
"..."
Although it was very impolite to interrupt a life-or-death battle, Miyazawa Yu still wanted to say that Yamamoto's naming sense was truly tragic.
Releasing Azusa-senpai and Nanaka-nee, he charged two steps forward and leaped into the air, using a Leo Flying Kick without hesitation on Yamamoto's huge face.
A guy who never learns his lesson and uses such disgusting moves should be made to understand with brute force who the boss is!
Only...
"Heh~ You fell for it!"
"What?"
The second before his shoe sole touched the face, a treacherous, maniacal laugh suddenly erupted on Shinichirou Yamamoto's invisible-eyed face.
It was true that Yu's combat strength was unparalleled among the scumbag group, but even so, he had also improved after the baptism of the speed bump incident!
"Heh heh heh! Muda! Muda! Take my Elastic Battle Wagon!"
Laughing wildly, he tilted his head, letting his plump, fleshy shoulder take the brunt of the attack. Shinichirou Yamamoto successfully created an opportunity to pass by Yu using the shock absorption of his fat layer!
Now it was time for the counterattack!
"Come on, Yu! Although it's no longer a first kiss, I'll take it!"
"!!!"
As Yamamoto's plump, juicy lips continuously enlarged in his vision, Miyazawa Yu's pupils instantly contracted to needlepoints. His bloodline intuition immediately pulled the danger alarm in his head to the highest level.
If he was kissed, he would probably die instantly from the shock of being unable to accept reality!
Being kissed by a man and dying of shame and anger—no, not that!!!
[Liberation]!!
The black and white colors in his pupils instantly reversed. Vicious blue veins wrapped around his thighs, passed over his butt, and extended all the way to the sides of his face. This was a sign of over $80\%$ Liberation.
"Die! Die!!!"
His waist and abdomen generated infinite power from thin air. The world in front of Miyazawa Yu was practically still. All he had to do was twist his body $360 \text{ degrees}$ in mid-air, and then...
His fist rotated around his body once, carrying a hurricane and unstoppable momentum, and violently smashed into Shinichirou Yamamoto's face.
Even with the fat absorbing some of the force, the remaining power still threw his entire body downward.
"Boom—!!!"
"Ugh pff! Cough cough! So strong..."
After the deafening explosion, the dust settled. Lying in the cement ground that had been smashed into a crater, Shinichirou Yamamoto looked at Yu, who had landed like a god of war, and a trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
"But, it's too late. I never intended to defeat you, Yu! Nojima!!!"
"Already in position!"
"Eh?"
"When?"
Worried that Yu would commit the evil deed of killing a classmate, Kotegawa Nanaka and Hamaoka Azusa, seeing the fight cease, were startled by the voice behind them before they could even step forward to check.
Turning around simultaneously, a figure wearing a pink leather jacket and standing proudly like a flamingo instantly entered their sight.
"Heh heh... heh ha ha ha!!!"
"Yu! When did you get the misconception that we were targeting you! Come on! Look at me! Everyone look at me!"
Evolving from a low mutter to an uncontrolled laugh, Hajime Nojima pulled open his feathered cloak with an exaggerated expression, and a blinding black holy light instantly erupted.
After the light dissipated, the onlookers, whose attention was drawn by the pervert, finally clearly saw the photos hanging on the inside of his clothes. They were almost all pictures of Miyazawa Yu drinking naked.
Many of the angles were so unique that even Hamaoka Azusa and Nanaka Kotegawa had never seen them. Forbidden knowledge uncontrollably drilled into their minds.
"From this angle, it's quite magnificent..."
"Nojima-kun, can I add you on Line? Prioritize sending us this kind of good stuff next time~"
"No problem! No problem! It is my honor to be able to add a beautiful lady's Line!"
Black-faced, Miyazawa Yu watched Nojima smirk and add Azusa-senpai on Line. The blue veins on his face bulged to the extreme under the onlookers' stares at his exposed manhood.
"Heh heh heh! How is it, Yu? How does social death taste?"
"..."
Twisting his stiff neck with a crack sound, Miyazawa Yu silently walked toward Yamamoto, who had started the taunt, a kind smile blooming on his face.
"Gulp~ Yu, what are you doing!?"
Feeling an ominous premonition, Shinichirou Yamamoto swallowed and turned to try running away on all fours, relying on his scumbag-specific super-strong vitality.
However, the next second, a massive hand that blocked the sky pressed down on his head, instantly trapping his chubby body in place, where he frantically dog-paddled.
"You two bastards! Go die! Yamamoto Spine Sword!"
A tsunami of rage poured out. Miyazawa Yu grabbed Yamamoto's head, let out a long howl at the sky, and instantly vanished, leaving only an afterimage caused by the extreme speed.
As for his main body...
Swinging Yamamoto's body into an afterimage, the fallen angel Nojima had no power to resist the enraged blow of the muscle god. His showy pink leather jacket instantly tore apart completely.
"Pff ah!"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Nojima also completely became Miyazawa Yu's prisoner.
"Talk! Where did you two find out that I was here?"
"Heh heh, do you think we would sell out our comrades? Impossible!"
With their heads being squeezed, their lives hanging by a thread, Yamamoto and Nojima still chose to display the heroic spirit of unflinching determination between life and friend!
Such steadfast words actually tricked many onlookers into believing that these two perverts were actually men of courage, only...
"That's right! I will never tell you that it was Iori and Kohei who exposed your whereabouts! Give up!"
"...He completely sold him out."
To be honest, Hamaoka Azusa was a little ashamed of the two scumbags, but the fact that the culprits were Iori and Kohei was truly not surprising at all.
"I see, Iori? Heh heh heh! Azusa-senpai, Nanaka-nee, I have some business to take care of first..."
Letting out a black-hearted, maniacal laugh, Miyazawa Yu, carrying his two newly acquired weapons, instantly transformed into a whirlwind and disappeared from the spot, clearly intending to chase the culprits a thousand miles away.
"...Iori, I hope he survives."
"That's what I was thinking too..."
The rolling dust cloud quickly disappeared. Hamaoka Azusa and Kotegawa Nanaka showed a difficult, bitter smile, only able to offer their sincerest prayers for the soon-to-be-dead.