You Will Regret This Ichinose! [122]

Shua—

The door to the student council office swung open smoothly.

Inside, the student council president, Horikita Manabu, and his secretary had been waiting for some time.

“Yo! Long time no see, President Horikita and dear secretary.”

Uesugi Gen greeted them amicably.

“Hmph!”

Tachibana, the secretary, didn’t bother to mask her displeasure. After all, Uesugi Gen never did his student council work, leaving her to clean up his messes every time.

“Sit. In twenty minutes, both parties involved in this dispute will arrive, and we will conduct a negotiation to resolve the conflict.”

“This is the case file for the incident. If you have time, take a look.”

Without lifting his head, Horikita Manabu pushed a file toward Uesugi Gen while continuing to process student council documents.

“No need. I trust my own judgment more.”

Uesugi Gen casually pushed the file back.

“Suit yourself.”

Not long after, Ryūen Kakeru and his entourage from Class C arrived, Ryūen hobbling in on crutches.

The moment the members of Class C saw who was sitting at the head of the table, their expressions froze.

“…So it’s you, Uesugi, you bastard? You’ve never once gotten involved in first-year disputes before. Are you deliberately sticking your nose in this time?”

Ryūen Kakeru frowned as he scrutinized Uesugi Gen. Based on what he had seen at the café yesterday, he wasn’t sure if Uesugi Gen would favor Class D in this case.

“I’m just a little interested this time. Also, watch your language—call me President.”

Uesugi Gen leaned back in his chair, greeting Ryūen with a smirk.

At his words, Tachibana, who had been silent until now, shot him a furious glare.

“Relax, unlike some people, I won’t abuse my power as vice president for personal gain. Whatever conclusion you all reach in this negotiation will stand.”

Uesugi Gen added, throwing shade at a certain blond-haired student.

【But you will freeload as much as you can, huh?】

Both Horikita Manabu and Tachibana silently retorted in their minds.

“You better mean that.”

Ryūen sneered as he pulled out a chair and sat down.

Alongside Ryūen, Class C’s homeroom teacher, Sakagami-sensei, and Kaneda Satoru—the guy who had been traumatized by Uesugi Gen back on the uninhabited island—also entered the room.

Not long after, Class D’s representatives arrived at the student council office.

But before Uesugi Gen could pay them any attention, he heard a very familiar voice from outside the door.

His homeroom teacher—Hoshinomiya Chie.

“Ehh? Wait a sec, Sae-chan, can’t I join too?”

“No. This has nothing to do with Class A.”

“Who says? My dear Gen-chan is the one handling this dispute! Be careful, or I’ll tell him to make things hard for your class~”

There was a noticeable pause outside, then a response:

“That’s still not allowed. According to school regulations, only directly involved parties and their representatives may enter.”

“Aww, what a shame. Oh well! Gen-chan, do your best! I’ll be cheering for you from out here~”

The voices gradually faded as Chabashira Sae dragged Hoshinomiya away.

That wacky teacher…

Uesugi Gen shook his head with a chuckle before turning his attention to the arriving members of Class D.

There was his partner-in-crime, flashing her usual sweet smile.

Horikita Suzune, sitting with perfect posture, eyes unwavering.

And finally… Hirata Yōsuke—his usual gentle smile completely gone, replaced by an air of deep solemnity.

Still not fully recovered? Looks like this incident hit him harder than I thought.

Judging by the bruises and bandages on his body, apart from his legs, he and Ryūen had likely fought to a mutual standstill.

And from the worn state of his bandages, along with the dried blood stains—

He must’ve left Ryūen on the ground and run straight back to his dorm without treating his own wounds.

Stayed holed up until the last possible moment before being dragged out and patched up for this meeting.

Once everyone was seated, the teachers exchanged nods before sitting down, signaling the discussion’s commencement.

“Now that we’re all here, let’s get this over with quickly. You may speak freely about this incident, argue your case as much as you like. Whatever result is reached will stand—I won’t interfere unnecessarily.”

Uesugi Gen laced his fingers together, resting his chin on them in a classic Commander Ikari pose, pretending to be deep in thought.

That damn sadistic glasses-wearing bastard does this all the time—I’ve always wanted to try it out myself!

“Let’s begin.”

Uesugi Gen waved his hand.

Now then, let the show begin.

“Class C’s Ryūen Kakeru has accused our Hirata Yōsuke of assaulting him,” Horikita Suzune began, taking the initiative. “However, based on Hirata’s injuries, ‘assault’ is clearly the wrong word.”

“Therefore, we have reason to believe that Ryūen attempted to attack a Class D student as he has in the past, only to be met with Hirata’s desperate resistance—resulting in both parties being injured.”

Even in the presence of Horikita Manabu, Horikita Suzune boldly turned the accusation against Ryūen.

This situation was different from before—Ryūen’s injuries were too severe. If the school concluded that Hirata had initiated the attack, he would undoubtedly face suspension and a deduction in Class D’s points.

And due to surveillance cameras near the area, even if there was no direct footage of the fight, comparing Hirata’s condition before and after the incident would confirm his involvement.

So the best course of action—

Was to muddle the sequence of events and downplay Hirata’s responsibility.

“The sequence of events? The nearest security camera should show that I entered the scene first, and Hirata Yōsuke followed after. But in the end, he was the one who walked out last. Isn’t that strange?”

Ryūen sneered, clearly having anticipated this argument.

Horikita: “What a shame, Ryūen. That night when you beat up Yamauchi, Ike arrived later too, didn’t he? You could’ve used the same method to lure Hirata out.”

Ryūen: “No, it’s precisely because I attacked them that Hirata held a grudge and came after me.”

Horikita: “Incorrect. Hirata has never attacked anyone. Everyone knows that.”

Ryūen: “Never having fought before isn’t proof that he didn’t start the fight.”

Horikita: “Then let’s compare records. Hirata has never been in a fight, but you? Your history is nothing but violence.”

Ryūen: “That’s exactly why! He didn’t know how to hold back, so he beat me this badly!”

Horikita: “And you do? Hirata still needs to get his wounds rebandaged at the infirmary.”

Damn.

Horikita, are you seriously going toe-to-toe with Ryūen like this?

Now that you’ve stopped obsessing over your brother’s approval, you’re really on fire.

Kushida’s gonna need some serious comforting after this…

Sitting in the back, Uesugi Gen watched the fierce debate unfold.

Even Horikita Manabu allowed himself a slight smile at his sister’s performance.

If this continued without any decisive evidence, the incident would likely be ruled as mutual combat, with both sides sharing responsibility—

But then—

The silent Hirata Yōsuke finally spoke.

“…I did it.”

“What are you saying, Hirata-kun?”

Kushida Kikyō quickly tried to stop him.

“You heard that! He admitted—”

Hirata stood, locking eyes with Ryūen. His voice was firm.

“I attacked Ryūen Kakeru.”

Silence fell over the room.

Because his eyes said—

He had more to say.

And then, after a long pause—

He began to speak.

Hirata Yōsuke stood up, his gaze locking firmly onto Ryūen Kakeru as he repeated himself with unshakable conviction.

“This time, I was the one who took the initiative to attack Ryūen Kakeru.”

No one spoke. His eyes said it all—he wasn’t done yet.

After a long pause, Hirata Yōsuke finally spoke again, his voice soft but steady.

“When I was a kid, I had a very close friend named Sugimura. In middle school, he was often bullied.”

“I… wanted to help him, but because of my own cowardice, I chose to look away.”

“Until one day…”

Hirata Yōsuke’s pupils dilated, his voice barely above a whisper.

“He… took his own life. Jumped from the rooftop of the school building and never woke up again.”

“Because I stood by and did nothing, he was driven to suicide…”

“That time, I was a coward. If I hesitate a second time, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

“So!”

His voice grew louder.

“This time, I did it.”

“I’ll do it again next time!”

“And the time after that!”

“Ryūen Kakeru…”

BANG!!!

Hirata Yōsuke slammed his bandaged fists down onto the table, the impact creating a thunderous noise.

Drip… drip…

Crimson blood slowly dripped from his hands.

“You’re looking for your so-called ‘masked pervert,’ right? If you think it’s someone from our class, then come after me. I’ll take responsibility for everything.”

“Suspension, expulsion—I don’t care. I’ll accept any punishment.”

“But if you dare mess with my classmates again…”

“I’ll make sure you spend the rest of these three years living in constant fear of being bullied!!!”

Hirata Yōsuke’s furious roar reverberated through the entire student council office.

A heavy silence fell over the room.

It was a long time before anyone spoke.

Finally, Class C’s homeroom teacher, Sakagami-sensei, turned to Uesugi Gen and asked, “Since the outcome is clear, could you announce the decision?”

“Oh, of course.”

Uesugi Gen stretched lazily, loosening his muscles as he spoke.

“Regarding this violent incident, the accusation of Hirata Yōsuke assaulting Ryūen Kakeru is confirmed. The student council imposes the following punishment: Hirata Yōsuke will be suspended for one week. That’s all.”

Shock spread across the faces of everyone present.

Given the severity of Ryūen’s injuries and the fact that Hirata had admitted to the attack without any dispute, a mere one-week suspension seemed impossible.

Ryūen’s veins bulged. “Hey, Uesugi, you bastard! There’s no way you’re this blatantly biased!”

Sakagami: “Just a reminder, Vice President. If the student council’s decision strays too far from the school’s expectations, the school will intervene.”

Horikita Manabu: “With all due respect, shouldn’t you reconsider the verdict? This goes against the student council’s standard of fairness.”

Waving them off, Uesugi Gen made his way toward the office door.

“Relax, it won’t deviate from expectations. This isn’t my verdict—it’s from a higher authority.”

The student council’s “higher authority”… there was only one possibility.

Everyone present came to the same realization.

The school administration.

In other words, Uesugi Gen wasn’t here of his own volition—he had been sent by the school.

Uesugi Gen sighed and looked at Ryūen Kakeru with mild exasperation.

“I told you to stop digging. Three violent incidents in one week, and you’re at the center of every single one. You really think the school’s blind? Even here, where strength reigns supreme, there’s a limit to what they’ll tolerate.”

Ryūen’s face twisted as he realized the school’s reprimand hidden in Uesugi Gen’s words. Gritting his teeth, he led Class C out of the room.

“Um, Uesugi-kun, thank you…”

Wrapped in bandages, Hirata Yōsuke approached Uesugi Gen and softly expressed his gratitude.

“No need to thank me. I don’t know what happened after your story, but I’m guessing it’s what landed you in Class D, labeled as ‘defective.’”

“But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. If you can fix that habit of always trying to smooth things over, you might be the best candidate to lead Class D.”

“I… I just want to get through these three years with my classmates and graduate.”

“Well, that’s not easy. In fact, it might be even harder than getting promoted to Class A.”

Uesugi Gen’s words carried a deeper meaning.

“How… how is that possible?”

“Better be mentally prepared. In the meantime, do your best as your class’s leader…”

Meanwhile—

Horikita Manabu watched his sister with quiet pride. Her performance in this debate had been outstanding.

Looks like she’s made friends and experienced the joy of fighting alongside her peers.

And yet—

Horikita Suzune bowed respectfully toward her brother.

“I know my performance wasn’t good enough this time, but please believe in me, brother. I’ll try harder next time until I earn your approval!”

Straightening up, Horikita Suzune ignored Kushida Kikyō and Hirata Yōsuke, nodded at Uesugi Gen, and left the student council office alone.

“…”

Watching his sister’s solitary figure disappear, the smile on Horikita Manabu’s face gradually faded.

Finally—

He turned to Uesugi Gen, expressionless.

“What the hell did you say to my sister!?”

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This is a fan translation of 人在实教，一之濑你会后悔的 by 作者：白良. All rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!