"Shuala—!"
The summer wind brought warm air currents over the three trembling hoodlums. The aura of scum rushed at them, even creating an environment of oxygen depletion, making breathing exceptionally difficult.
"..."
The hoodlum boss subtly glanced at the Scum Group, who had surrounded him in a four-corner formation, rubbing their fists and adjusting the status of their weapons. His pupils trembled as he reached his hand into his swim trunks.
Like a deceitful scale, his machine internally utilized a remote-controlled trigger device equipped with an extra metal baffle.
As long as he lightly pressed the switch, the metal plate located behind the movable target would extend. At that time, even if a great immortal came, they wouldn't be able to knock down the sign with a sandbag!
"Hey! Wait, what are you doing?!"
However, no matter how cautious he was, as scums who dare to fight for their lives against Yuu, Iori and the others' dynamic vision could not be said to be good, only to be preeminent.
The hoodlum boss had just put his hand into his swim trunks, and the next second, Kohei Imamura's faint voice came from behind him.
He stiffly turned his head and met the latter's terrifying gaze. The hoodlum boss gnashed his teeth, forcing a smile uglier than crying, his mind racing, and finally gritted his teeth.
"... I, I'm adjusting the trajectory!"
"Oh! That's a very legitimate reason!"
"That's right, approval!"
"It's not strange to adjust the trajectory then..."
These guys...
With crescent-shaped eyes, Chisa Kotegawa looked speechlessly at the scums who were exceptionally empathetic. Seeing more and more people gathering around, she was so embarrassed that she buried her face in her chest.
As for Aina, although she had the same thought, she truly lacked the physical ability, so she could only cover her face, turn her head, and pretend not to be involved—
It's too embarrassing! Even if guys easily get stuck in their crotches, they should at least be a little reserved! Saying it out loud with so many outsiders watching is too much!
"..."
Although he already knew these guys might be idiots, this was the first time the hoodlum boss had encountered such shameless scums.
He only whispered this embarrassing reason, which was already the limit of being a human, but these few guys could express their approval without changing their expression. This is something to behold!
But this is good too!
His finger slowly moved to the controller and pressed the strange small button. A subtle clicking sound passed through the human noise into his ear, bringing with it a sense of calm.
"Hey! Feel free to test it. Our store is always honest, there must be some misunderstanding!"
"Mmm, don't worry, our Pab club always seeks truth from facts and never bullies the weak."
Miyazawa Yuu's ears twitched slightly, and the corner of his mouth curved into an arc symbolizing sarcasm.
Looking at the confident store owner, he tightened the sandbag in his palm and said calmly, "Then I'm going to throw it! 1, 2~"
The drawing style instantly became angular. Before the '3' was blurted out, astonishing power began to transmit from his muscular waist, covered in a rough grain pattern, all the way along his arm and into the sandbag.
"Wuu—!"
The air friction with the super-speeding cloth created visually discernible wrinkles in space. The air current lifted up the dust, tearing a crack in the Tyndall effect of the warm orange light.
However, the accuracy of this throw seemed a bit off. Not only did it not head towards the target, but it actually flew past the small store and directly into the adjacent strongman's stall.
"Bang!!!"
"Ding!"
The former sound was the dull thud of the sandbag slamming onto the metal counter, and the latter was the crisp copper bell sound made when the force meter's needle hit the top.
"3! Waa, the accuracy seems a bit poor, what a pity..."
Amidst the stunned expressions of the onlookers, Miyazawa Yuu slowly exhaled the final countdown from his mouth.
Looking at this human-shaped Gundam's modesty, the hoodlum boss felt his hands and feet begin to grow numb starting from his fingertips, and this feeling was constantly spreading towards his torso.
Generally speaking, the academic community refers to this situation as—post-fear!!!
"Gulp... How is this possible? I remember that store was also rigged, and you couldn't hit the top even with a hammer!"
"It's a threat! This is definitely a threat! If this force hits a person..."
The image of bruises all over his body first appeared in his mind. The street thug quickly shook his head to erase this delusion, and the scene of himself becoming fragmented immediately took its place.
He will die! Absolutely will die! The thing thrown from this guy's hand is more like a bullet than a sandbag.
If he's grazed, it probably won't be an ambulance that arrives, but a crematorium!
"Don't... don't be afraid! It's okay, this is a society ruled by law."
"But we are hoodlums..."
"So what if we are hoodlums! Hoodlums are also legal citizens, and we hold the same ID!"
In fact, he was about to piss himself. The hoodlum boss's legs were shaking as he forcefully held on, but a little tear had already spilled from the corner of his eye.
"Well~ Next time, I won't miss! 3, 2, 1~! Go!"
"Waaah!!! I'm sorry!"
Following the three merciless counts from behind, all dignity was thrown into the trash can. The human fear of force instantly flooded his brain, forcing the hoodlum boss to react almost instinctively.
"... He knelt down directly."
"It's Yuu, after all, and this wave seems to be a brand new form. I feel like his combat power has risen by more than one level."
Shrugging his shoulders, Iori Kitahara walked into the messy stall and checked the target. He found that although the wooden bullseye had been shattered, the pole was still standing proudly.
This could only be expected. Even though their academic performance was lacking, they were still science and engineering dogs from a polytechnic school.
When the clicking sound of the mechanism came out at the beginning, whether this machine had a problem was already obvious at a glance. Now, it was just to give an explanation to the onlookers.
"Ohya~ It really doesn't seem to have been knocked down. I'm truly sorry for misunderstanding you~"
"Sumimasen! Please forgive me this one time, I will never dare to do it again!"
Pulling out the butterfly knife he carried in his waistband, the hoodlum boss was so scared that he was streaming snot and tears as he shouted up, "I understand the rules! It was my blindness to provoke an adult, I offer this little finger to all of you!"
"You can't do that!!!"
Screaming, Aina Yoshiwara rushed over and slapped the former's head with a bag. She angrily stomped her foot and scolded, "What's wrong with you! Is there something wrong with your head! This kind of thing is too dangerous!"
"But..."
"Hmph! Chisa, let's go!"
Staring blankly at the receding figure of Aina with a 'hash mark' on her head, the hoodlum boss froze in place. An inexplicable, unpleasant feeling welled up in his nasal cavity.
He was the one who first looked at the girl as easy to bully and played tricks, but in the end, he was actually cared for and forgiven...
He truly wasn't a decent human being!
"Waa, Aina is angry. Let's go, let's go. Yamamoto, the rest is up to you..."
"Just leave them with some psychological trauma. We'll go coax her first."
"No problem!"
"Leave it to us."
With faces twisted with jealousy, they waved off the bastards who chased after the girls to comfort them. Shinichiro Yamamoto and Moto Nojima sighed helplessly. If they had known the Pab club had beauties, they would have joined the Pab club back then.
In any case, the next dirty work must be pushed onto those two guys. Even if he is professionally suited for it, he can't be used to death!
"Emmm... You three, bear with it for a little while, and this matter will pass."
Miyazawa Yuu, whose conscience was starting to show, watched the three horrified individuals being aggressively 'snuggled' by the perverts and offered a slight reminder, lest they suffer mental breakdown due to insufficient psychological endurance.
"Secret Technique: Pollution of the Fallen Angel!"
"Temptation of the Pure Male University Student!"
"Ah! Kill me! Kill me!"
"Mama!!!"
"..."
Tragic, truly tragic. If the Yakuza cutting off a finger is a physical punishment, then contact with Nojima and the others is a complete mental critical hit!
"Yuu! So you were here. Aina just said there was trouble..."
The three foam-mouthed human figures on the ground silently explained everything. Nanaka Kotegawa felt a little sorry and spread out wet wipes on the ground, then immediately averted her gaze.
"Well, it looks like it's resolved. Let's go to the bonfire together. The dance is about to begin~"
"Hmm—! Yuu-san, are you going to dance with two beautiful women?"
"Kill them!"
With Azusa-senpai cheerful remark, Miyazawa Yuu instantly felt two terrifying gazes lock onto him from behind, but...
"Alright~ Let's go together, Azusa-senpai, Nanaka-nee."
Holding his girlfriend's hand and leaving an indescribably wonderful sidelong glance for the two single, stray dogs, Miyazawa Yuu chose without hesitation to abandon the former and enjoy life!
...
Ten minutes later, slowly recovering from the 'corpse state' with wet wipes covering their faces, the hoodlum boss recalled the humiliation he endured. Tears involuntarily slid down the corner of his eyes onto the ground.
"Boss... we don't want to be hoodlums anymore. Bullying good people feels terrible, and being bullied feels terrible!"
"Me too..."
"Yes! From now on, we retire! We'll open a store and be decent people!"
Pressing his arm to his face, Yamamoto's passionate kiss and Aina's concern kept echoing in his head. After a while, the hoodlum boss finally gave his final response.
Yamamoto... is truly a man burdened with deep sin!