Chapter 32 - And so Starts the Young Lady’s Great Battle (3) (2/2)

If I think about it now, I over thought a lot of things.

But, such a gentle girl was being bullied.

That story made me explode in anger.

On the first day of the new semester, I laid in ambush at the school gate.

So that I didn’t overlook the brat.

Over the six years, most of the faces from the people of the same grade were familiar.

I found him right away.

I forcibly grabbed the nape of his neck and took him to the other side of the school to interrogate him.

He didn’t show a timid expression, my memory was gone when he began to happily boast about what he did.

Before I noticed, I was standing on the gymnasium stage riddled with injuries, grabbing the microphone with tattered clothes, and making the brat prostrate in front of all the students.

I threatened the bawling brat, making him pledge to never again touch Mikuma, and thinking about it, it was overkill when I finally kicked him vigorously in the stomach

While he spread vomit everywhere, he cried and shouted even more.

After that, it was straight to the principals office.

A lot of adults subdued me, pinning my arms behind my back, called my father and hit my homeroom teacher.

My father who was called first, wanted to listen to my story, silenced the homeroom teacher and approached me who was sitting on the carpet in the principal’s office.

“Was what you did something bad?”

“… it was something bad.”

“Then, for the time being, I’ll hit you.”

My father that said that clenched his fist and punched me on the cheeks, I was sent flying.

My father approached me who was in agony and once again asked.

“Then, why did you do something bad?”

“Because even though that guy was someone who bullied others, he didn’t think anything of it!”

I was crying in frustration, he gently bundled my cheeks and asked again.

“For whose sake did you do bad things for?”

“I- I thought it was wrong! I hit him!!”

“All right, I’ll forgive everything with one shot.”

He said that, this time it was an open hand that came flying.

But had less power than I expected, I was perplexed.

“That’s the end from me. Leave the rest to me.”

My father caressed my head, then lowered his head to the brat’s and my homeroom teacher.

“I’ve punished him. What he did was by no means acceptable, but this guy also has a sense of justice and beliefs. As a parent, I believe his intentions. I’ll accept any punishment. Of course, I’ll also pay for the medical fees, please let me apologize with that. However, I would like this to be the punishment for himself. “

When the homeroom teachers began to recoil from my father’s honest gaze, Mikuma who had a pale face jumped into the principal’s office.

“Pwease dun scold Kazamchi-kun!”

While dripping tears and snot, Mikuma persuaded the homeroom teachers despite not being able to properly put her reasoning towords.

Fortunately, the principal of our school was a fairly competent person.

Later on, the PTA questioned everybody in Mikuma’s class individually and determined the truth.

Evidence was gathered so that the brat’s parents couldn’t refute it, Mikuma’s homeroom teacher was also severely punished, so he worked to bring the situation under control.

If only the homeroom teacher had brought it to an end, Kazamachi-kun’s rampage would never have happened. (TN: Thanks, kariageweb)

He came to my house to apologize.

After his disgraceful behavior was exposed to all the students, it seems that the brat that usually put on airs was nowhere to be seen in the second half of the second semester. It seems he went to a different middle school.

I was hugged strongly by Mikuma, apologized to and thanked.

Everyone in the class seems to have apologized to Mikuma.

But then after that…

After the knowledge of me snapping and being dangerous became widespread, my loneliness accelerated.

“Kazamachi-kun?”

Hah!

I took refuge in the memories of the past for too long!

Damn it.

It’s because I looked at Mikuma’s eyes.

My dark history…

“Reason you ask? I…”

I was evasive and couldn’t answer.

Basically, the idiot that is me, couldn’t even think up of a good lie.

“Can you not say…”

Mikuma compared Aoi with Jaja and Nana.

“Are these children, dragons?”

“Huh?”

I was at a loss for words.