2 Meeting Issei the Harem King

As Ryu made his way towards the school, he couldn't help but notice the curious glances from his fellow students.

Whispers and rumors started swirling around like a mini-tornado. "Who's that new guy?"

"He looks pretty dashing, don't you think?"

"Kiba has got some competition!"

As expected of high school. His handsome appearance took presence over the sword on his waist. He rolled his eyes slightly.

As Ryu meandered through the school grounds, he couldn't help but feel like a clueless wanderer in a strange land.

The twists and turns of the campus confused the heck out of him.

"Why does this school have more passageways than a dungeon in an RPG game?" he muttered to himself, scratching his head in bewilderment.

As he started practicing the sword five years ago, he kept on getting lost more often.

He didn't know if it was a curse or something. He couldn't help but think of a guy with mossy hair. He shook his head.

Just then, Ryu heard some soft noises from beside him.

Ryu, still outside the school building, couldn't believe his eyes.

There, in front of him, was Issei along with his friends Matsuda and Motohama, attempting to sneak a peek at the girls from the Kendo Club.

He was witnessing the peeping scene right before his eyes!

This was the scene that started it all.

He could see that Matsuda and Motohama, realizing they had been spotted, quickly made a run for it, leaving Issei behind to face the consequences of his actions.

Ryu couldn't help but sigh as he was witnessing Issei's impending doom. He knew it was Issei's fault for his perverted nature.

However, Issei might be useful to him in the future. Maybe he could help him and get his loyalty.

As the Kendo Club girls closed in on Issei, their kendo sticks at the ready, Ryu stepped forward to the plot.

"Hey, ladies! I'm sorry for what my friend here did. Would you be willing to spare him?" Ryu called out, trying to diffuse the tension.

The Kendo Club girls turned their attention towards Ryu, momentarily distracted from their retribution.

They eyed him cautiously, intrigued by this newcomer who seemed to possess an air of confidence, while a few blushed.

One of the girls, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, spoke up. "And who might you be, stepping in to defend this pervert?"

Ryu flashed a disarming smile and his innocent-looking black eyes. "No, no, you've got it all wrong. I just happened to stumble upon this little situation and thought maybe we could find a way to resolve it peacefully."

Issei, relieved by Ryu's intervention, seized the opportunity to plead his case. "Yeah, girls, it was all a misunderstanding! I didn't mean any harm, I swear!"

The Kendo Club girls exchanged glances, contemplating their next move.

After a moment of silence, one of them spoke up, her tone slightly softened.

"Fine, we'll only let you off this time. But remember any more funny business, and we won't hesitate to show you the true power of the Kendo Club! Also, we're only letting you off because you're handsome!"

"Yeah! Only because you're handsome!" Another Kendo Club girl said.

"Yeah! And only under the condition that you join the Kendo Club!" Another girl said blushing bashfully. It seemed she noticed his wooden sword.

Ryu paused for a second.

"...Very well then" Ryu nodded his head. "I'll turn in my forms by the end of this week"

Issei felt as though a knife was stabbed into his heart watching this scene.

It was as if the dude who saved him was the clone of Kiba.

Ryu nodded gratefully. "Thank you for your understanding. I won't let it happen again."

Ryu was lying his teeth out.

It was definitely going to happen again.

He of all people knew the potential of Issei's pervertedness.

Soon, the crowd left, and it was only Issei and Ryu.

"Thanks for saving me there!" Issei said with gratitude.

Ryu nodded. "Yeah, I'm trying to find my way to my classroom, 3-B. Do you know where it is?"

Issei grinned. "Of course I do. That's my classroom. I'll show you. But first, let's meet up with my friends. They owe me a little payback." He cracked his knuckles menacingly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.