Spare Me, Great Lord!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

In fact, be it the Conservatives or the Jingoists, political factions like these were way too distant from those ordinary high school students. They had no idea about the cause of Yousuke’s parents’ death, and neither did they know about his cultivation background.

Earlier, Kirihara Yousuke’s blood sample was collected by Taniguchi Bunndai and sent to China via special channels. Then, an analysis of the sample conducted by the Heavenly Network soon revealed Yousuke’s true powers.

But none of that mattered. The key thing was that Lu Shu had used violence…

All of his classmates found it hard to accept the sudden change in Kirihara’s personality. At the moment, Lu Shu was eating and judging the seven bentos in front of him as if no one was around. He behaved like the leader of those gangs next door.

Was it a dream?!

Yet, the transition seemed perfectly normal, though no one could explain why.

The only thing that could be sure was that Kirihara Yousuke was a real fighter…

The seven boys were totally defenseless before him despite their reasonable fighting abilities.

Of course, Lu Shu was no ordinary student either. Others were scared of him even in his previous schools…

As he ate, Lu Shu began the scolding session, “In the past, I couldn’t be bothered to make a fuss with you. But who are you, to think that you are good enough to bully your classmates? Plus, I’m not the only victim. You go around pulling girls’ ponytails and the straps behind their back. What if you break their straps? Huh? What can they do? You are no longer kids. But you…”

He did not stop until more than half an hour later. The seven boys’ legs had already started to go numb from prolonged squatting but Lu Shu was still reluctant to let them go…

When the lessons were about to start, Lu Shu finally concluded by saying, “Alright. That’s all for today. In order to show your sincere guilt for causing other students harm, everyone tell me a sad story.”

Noguchi Yuki, “???”

What was it with the final show?

“From Noguchi Yuki’s distress, +666…”

“From…”

Stunned, Chiba’s table partner could not remove her eyes from Lu Shu. She said, “So cool. Kirihara actually fought back today. But why did he remain silent in the past?”

Why did he bear those insults when he was strong enough to stand up for himself?

In fact, Yousuke had been scarred by his stringent upbringing under his father. All he knew was repeated and endless practice day after day.

At the same time, he hated and was afraid of conflicts. It was a conflicting mentality though, as he was frightened of confrontations in which he could have won with his own abilities.

Thus, when strife found its way to him, he committed suicide under the immense pressure.

Not all Practitioners were mentally strong.

Now, everyone began to look at Yousuke in a different light, one of astonishment with a tinge of respect. Chiba watched Lu Shu in silent as he casually picked from the seven bentos. Suddenly a smile parted her lips.

It was an early day but Lu Shu decided not to loiter any longer in school. He had no interest in co-curricular activities as he still felt slightly uncomfortable in this foreign environment.

When he reached the school gate, a group of girls entered the campus. Instead of being dressed in Beika High School uniform, a line of prints that read “Shiyoge Girls High School” was visible under their collars.

Lu Shu’s eyes absently raked the pairs of fair legs underneath their skirts. Suddenly the foremost pair stopped. They were… so straight…

“Excuse me,” said a melodious voice. Then, Lu Shu looked up to meet the eyes of a short-haired girl. Her face was lovely, like that of an anime girl. There was also a sense of crispness around her due to her short hair.

Lu Shu pointed at himself. “Me?”

The girl smiled. “Yes. Nice to meet you. I am Sakurai Yaeko from Shiyoge Girls High School. May I invite you to watch my match?”

A hubbub was immediately stirred up in the crowd behind. Sakurai Yaeko had long since been a celebrity in the region, not only because of her excellent swordplay, but also her charming appearance. Countless boys had fallen for her pretty face…

But now, this girl was extending an invitation to a boy all of a sudden.

“Isn’t that Kirihara?”

“Kirihara Yousuke the coward?”

“Why did Sakurai Yaeko choose him out of so many? I don’t believe he is her type!”

“Maybe it’s just out of courtesy. Don’t think too much.”

Lu Shu took a long while to recover from the shock. Then, having heard the discussions, he asked, “Why me?”

There was no information about the girl as far as he knew. Thus, she was neither a Conservative nor a Jingoist. Nonetheless, her Class C energy waves could not evade Lu Shu’s eyes.

Lu Shu was alerted at once, though his expressions remained as per usual.

Smiling warmly, Sakurai Yaeko cocked her head. “I don’t know why but I feel a sense of familiarity upon seeing you. Can you feel it?”

Actually it was a simple psychological trick. Be it out of courtesy or for her beauty, so long as the other person replied “I feel the same too” or anything around that line, he would feel a stronger connection to her subconsciously.

Many excellent salespersons liked to apply psychological tricks in their business. Yet, as a matter of fact, they were not that magical, but simply important.

It was an art of communication and mental guidance.

This time, Yaeko had come with a mission, which was to approach Lu Shu at all costs. She was her master’s secret weapon that had been hidden all along, independent from both the Conservatives and the Jingoists. Thus, she had to be used at the most crucial point.

Other boys around were on the brink of eruption due to jealousy. Their goddess, Sakurai Yaeko, had just confessed to an ordinary boy in their school and it was a love at first sight! Unbelievable!

How lucky was this Kirihara Yousuke?!

After some consideration, Lu Shu mumbled, “But I only feel familiar with one thing…”

Surprised by his response, Sakurai Yaeko asked, “What is it?”

“Money.”

“From Sakurai Yaeko’s distress, +666…”

“From…”

“From…”