The moment Makino Juro said—
"Close the doors. Let Sakuragi loose."
The already tense atmosphere exploded.
Sakuragi Hanamichi had been holding himself back for far too long.
Like a red-haired beast finally released from its chains, he roared and charged at the nearest delinquent.
"I've been putting up with you bastards for a long time now!!"
The unlucky thug didn't even have time to react before Sakuragi's signature headbutt smashed straight into his face.
Thud!
A dull, bone-rattling impact echoed.
The guy's eyes rolled back as he collapsed stiffly to the floor.
But that was only the beginning.
Even though Makino Juro had told them to let Sakuragi handle it, he wasn't just standing around either.
He sighed, looking at the mess in front of him, brows tightly furrowed.
"Honestly…"
"You've trashed the floor… and that basketball's completely ruined…"
"When the gorilla gets back, he's definitely going to blow up again."
"And then it's going to be a full team cleanup… probably dragging on until midnight."
Just thinking about not being able to go home on time, lie down, and watch JoJo—
His irritation spiked instantly.
If they weren't planning to settle this peacefully…
Then he'd just end it quickly.
He knew Mitsui Hisashi would eventually become his teammate.
But right now?
Mitsui was just asking for a beating.
If a kid doesn't behave, you beat some sense into him.
Miyagi Ryota was still trying to cling to the last shred of reason, spreading his arms to block everyone.
"Hey! All of you!"
"Stop it right now!"
"If the school finds out, the basketball team is finished!"
"They'll shut the club down for real!"
His voice trembled with desperation.
Even after being kicked earlier… even with his abdomen still throbbing in pain…
He refused to cross that line.
This was the place Ayako loved most.
This was Captain Akagi's dream.
He couldn't let it be destroyed—not by his own hands.
But delinquents don't listen to reason.
The thug who had slapped Miyagi earlier sneered and stepped forward again.
"Shut the club down?"
"Wouldn't that be perfect?"
He walked past Miyagi, his gaze locking onto Ayako behind him.
She stood there, gripping her paper fan, glaring at them in fury.
"What are you looking at?!"
Without warning, the thug raised his hand—
Slap!
The crisp sound cut through the chaotic gym.
Ayako's head snapped to the side, a red handprint instantly blooming across her pale cheek.
Time froze.
Miyagi's head jerked around.
He saw her covering her face, eyes slightly reddened—
And something inside him snapped.
Completely.
To hell with the club getting shut down.
To hell with suspensions.
To hell with dreams.
If he couldn't even protect the woman he loved—
What was the point of playing basketball?!
"You bastard…"
Miyagi slowly turned around, his expression hidden.
But everyone could feel it—
A killing intent erupted from his small frame like a storm.
"I'LL KILL YOU!!!"
With a heart-wrenching roar, he exploded forward like a fired cannonball.
Flying knee!
The thug didn't even have time to pull his hand back before Miyagi's knee slammed into his chin.
Crack!
With the sickening sound of a shattered jaw, the man was sent flying three meters before crashing unconscious to the ground.
"Nice one, Ryota!"
"Now that's a man!" Sakuragi laughed loudly.
"Well, since everyone's already fighting…"
"No helping it."
"System, exchange for Karate!"
"Everyone—go all in!"
Makino Juro tightened the cap on his water bottle and casually tossed it.
The bottle traced a perfect arc through the air, smashing squarely into the head of someone trying to sneak up on Rukawa Kaede.
Rukawa had already run out of patience.
Without saying a word, he swung the mop in his hand with precision and force, each strike landing cleanly on joints and weak points.
He might look cold and detached—
But when he fights, that fox is just as ruthless as Sakuragi.
The situation spiraled completely out of control.
Shohoku's three problem children, plus a fully enraged Miyagi—
The combat power of those four was downright terrifying.
Ordinary punks couldn't even get close.
"…Damn it."
Mitsui Hisashi's face darkened as he watched his men fall one by one.
At that moment—
The tall, muscular man who had been standing off to the side finally moved.
Tetsuo rolled his neck, locking his gaze onto Makino Juro—the one who looked the most relaxed.
This dead-eyed guy…
He was probably the strongest among them.
"Kid, your luck's run out."
Tetsuo charged forward with heavy, pounding steps, each one echoing like a heartbeat.
A seasoned street fighter, his strength was far beyond the others.
Using the momentum of his charge, he threw a heavy straight punch straight at Makino Juro's face.
The punch howled through the air, carrying a suffocating pressure.
"Watch out, Master!" Sakuragi shouted in alarm.
Makino Juro stood there and yawned.
He didn't even fully lift his eyelids.
Just as the massive fist was about to hit his nose—
He moved.
Not backward—
But forward.
His left foot traced a circle, his body tilting slightly.
His palm lightly rested on Tetsuo's wrist.
It looked soft, almost weightless—
But the moment they made contact, he redirected the force effortlessly.
"…Huh?!"
Tetsuo's expression changed instantly.
It felt like his punch had sunk into cotton—its power completely dissolved.
Then—
A powerful pulling force surged.
His center of gravity collapsed.
"Off you go."
Makino Juro murmured.
Borrowing force to counter force.
Using minimal effort to move great weight.
Tetsuo's massive body was flung into the air with a single hand, spinning halfway before landing—
But it wasn't over yet.
Makino Juro's gaze sharpened.
His entire aura shifted in an instant.
From the softness of Karate—
To the explosive ferocity of Kung Fu.
Step in—elbow strike!
BOOM!!
His elbow slammed into Tetsuo's chest.
A thunderous impact rang out.
Tetsuo's nearly 200-pound body was sent flying as if hit by a truck.
He crashed onto the floor and slid four to five meters before stopping.
"Cough…!"
"Wh-What… was that…?"
Clutching his chest, Tetsuo coughed violently, staring at Makino Juro in disbelief.
Juro brushed the dust off his sleeve, looking annoyed.
"Told you."
"Just some elderly fitness exercises."
"You had to force me to move."
"Do you know how tiring that is?"
Mitsui stood to the side, his pupils trembling.
Tetsuo…
Got taken down in one move?
This guy who looked like he only knew how to sleep—
What kind of monster was he?!
"Tetsuo! Be careful!" Mitsui shouted through clenched teeth. "There's something seriously off about him!"
Tetsuo struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The disdain in his eyes was gone—
Replaced by a beast-like ferocity.
"Heh… interesting…"
Just as he was about to go all out—
The gym doors were pushed open once again.
"Well now… looks like things are lively in here."
END OF CHAPTER
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