You Will Regret This Ichinose! [132]

Inside the infirmary—

Kōenji Rokusuke admired his unparalleled beauty in a handheld mirror while absentmindedly reminding Uesugi Gen,

“Hmm~ Uesugi-boy, aren’t you going to get moving? The pole-toppling match is about to begin.”

“Judging by your tone, you’re not planning on going yourself, are you?”

Still lounging on the chair, Uesugi casually played on his phone as he responded.

This would be the second event Kōenji had skipped. Although Hirata and the others from Class D had tried to persuade him, there was simply no handling this free-spirited man.

“But of course~ How could someone as radiant and refined as myself mingle with those sweaty brutes, fighting over a mere pole?”

Kōenji flexed his sculpted muscles as if to prove his point.

“Suit yourself. Personally, I hope you keep up this fine tradition. The weaker your class gets, the better it is for us.”

With that, Uesugi put his phone away and strolled toward the competition grounds.

—

The pole-toppling match was a simple yet intense team-based competition that carried some degree of risk. As the name implied, the objective was to be the first to knock over the opponent’s pole. The team that secured two victories would be declared the winner.

Each side was divided into attackers and defenders, with teams deciding their roles internally.

As everyone knew, Uesugi was a man of democracy.

Here’s how the democratic process went:

Uesugi initiated a vote!

Class D had no objections. Class A unanimously approved.

With a unanimous decision, Class A would take the offensive, and Class D would defend.

Uesugi even went the extra mile to “buff” Class D.

Uesugi used [Intimidation] on Sudō and all of Class D!

It was super effective!

Class D’s attack power decreased!
Class D’s defense significantly increased!

As for the White Team’s side, the attacking team was none other than Ryūen’s Class C, while the defense was led by Katsuragi—the man known for his formidable defensive tactics.

Honestly, Ryūen really needed to stop pretending. He always claimed to hate hard work, yet here he was, participating despite having an injured leg.

Before the match even began, both sides stood across from each other on the field, locked in a tense staring contest.

A group of former Class B boys huddled around Uesugi, whispering,

“Uesugi, got any strategies for us?”

Clearing his throat, Uesugi solemnly declared,

“Our strategy is simple—rush in together, yell about friendship, bonds, the future, and other inspiring nonsense. That’ll guarantee our victory!”

The former Class B members: “…”

…Yeah, we’re not counting on him.

With the referee’s whistle, the battle commenced.

Uesugi charged forward at the head of the group, raising his right hand high.

“CHARGE!”

“CHARGE!” x N

Ryūen Shō, seeing Uesugi leading a massive charge, abruptly skidded to a stop, hastily shifting into a defensive stance.

The way Uesugi and his troops stormed the field triggered some… unpleasant memories.

But Uesugi paid him no mind, continuing his charge toward the White Team’s pole.

“Don’t underestimate the bonds between us, you bastards! (tongue click)”

The former Class B members shut their eyes and shouted in unison,

“Don’t underestimate the bonds between us, you bastards! (tongue click)”

The surrounding spectators: “…”

Ichinose Honami, watching from the sidelines, maintained an awkward yet polite smile.

Horikita Suzune sighed and pressed a hand against her forehead, unable to bear watching.

Sakayanagi Arisu, seated elegantly in the stands, looked on with amusement, her smile deepening.

The Accomplice Lady—Kushida Kikyo—remained expressionless as she loudly cheered them on.

Kamuro Masumi, witnessing Uesugi’s absurd display, twitched at the corner of her eye.

Just as the two teams were about to clash, Uesugi yanked Shibata Sō aside and came to an abrupt stop.

The rest of the teams collided, breaking into a chaotic melee.

Meanwhile, Uesugi and Shibata Sō remained at the outer perimeter, carefully observing the situation.

“Shibata, get ready,” Uesugi whispered. “Don’t worry, I’ll control my strength. It won’t hurt too much.”

Shibata Sō looked panicked. “Oi, Uesugi, what are you planning—”

“Now!”

“Wait! I’m not ready—!”

Uesugi’s eyes sharpened, and in the next moment, he launched into action.

“Don’t… underestimate… the bonds between us!!”

With a swift, rotating motion, Uesugi spun and hurled Shibata Sō through the air.

The entire audience collectively shouted:

“So THIS is what you mean by ‘bonds’?!”

“AAAAHHH! YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS, UESUGI!!”

Shibata Sō’s body soared past the human barricade, heading straight for the wooden pole.

Katsuragi Kōhei quickly analyzed the situation.

At Shibata Sō’s current speed—combined with gravity and his own force—if he grabbed the pole, it would inevitably topple over.

Katsuragi Kōhei stepped in front of the pole, arms wide.

“Intercept him!”

But in that brief moment, just as all eyes were locked onto Shibata Sō—

A figure swiftly darted through the melee and shoved the pole over.

A dull thud sounded in sync with the referee’s whistle.

Not even thirty seconds into the match, and the first round was already over.

Victory: Red Team.

Uesugi planted a foot on the fallen pole, delivering his finishing blow:

“Katsuragi, your class is still far from ready~”

Katsuragi frowned as he replayed the scene in his mind.

“A diversion?”

Meanwhile, Ryūen and his Class C boys returned, their expressions dark.

He had been certain that with Albert on his team, they would dominate the match.

Yet before they even had a chance to engage, they had already been wiped out.

No chance. Not even close.

“If you’re so dissatisfied,” Katsuragi said coolly, “why don’t we switch roles? Let’s see how well your class does on defense.”

Given the long-standing animosity between their classes, Katsuragi had no reason to be courteous to Ryūen.

Ryūen sneered. “Fine, then let me show you fools how it’s done. Watch and learn.”

…

Three minutes into the second round…

Ryūen hobbled back to his team’s tent, utterly defeated.

All his earlier arrogance? Gone.

Once again, Class C had suffered an overwhelming defeat.

Standing with his arms spread wide, Uesugi smirked.

“Muda da na, Ryūen. The gap between your class and ours… is simply too great.”

Ryūen nearly exploded with rage.

That bastard not only stepped on his foot during the scuffle—but he also made sure to target his uninjured foot.

And now he had the audacity to mock him?!

Uesugi, meanwhile, looked utterly innocent.

“What? It’s a rough game. A little pushing and stepping on toes is completely normal. If you’ve got a problem, go file a complaint~”

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