I Support Pure Love, Not NTR (Revision)

"Junior Brother, the semester is about to start, so I'm very busy with student council work. I'll head out now. If you need anything, please contact me through the student handbook."

After Touka finished speaking, she hurriedly left the dormitory.

Hoshiharu looked around and saw that the entire room was already tidy.

"Not bad."

He scratched the back of his head and shrugged indifferently.

Unlike Touka's obsessive cleanliness, he had a standard stay-at-home style. He didn't care how neat things were, as long as they weren't a complete mess.

Hoshiharu opened the wardrobe, took out a set of sports clothes Touka had just worn, and changed out of his casual clothes.

His body was different from most men; he was tall and slender, with long limbs, almost no visible muscles, and his skin was too white and flawless. Nice to touch and pleasing to the eye, but still looking somewhat weak in comparison.

Wearing loose black sports clothes, Hoshiharu left the dormitory and closed the door.

"Oops, I don't have the key!"

He didn't realize it until he locked the door.

Touka left in a hurry and didn't even give him the key.

"Forget it, just go to the student council."

Hoshiharu shook his head and ran out of the student dormitory.

The entire Hagun Academy had about twenty arenas, more than ten teaching buildings and dormitory buildings, many open fields, and dense forests, making the academy look like an inaccessible place in the suburbs.

After leaving the student dormitory, Hoshiharu ran towards the main entrance of the academy.

When he arrived yesterday, he found a one-kilometer uphill road at the main entrance of the academy, which was perfect for exercise.

Although he might have boasted about it, he had exercised to a certain extent every day since he became conscious, rain or shine, never missing a day, even when he was sick with a high fever.

When he was young, his internal organs were very weak, so he only exercised in the hospital bed. After he could get out of bed and walk last year, he started exercising outdoors through various connections and invited professional doctors.

Thanks to long-term and relentless training, he could now return to normal physical fitness.

But the physical fitness of a normal person was not enough.

In the world of Rakudai Kishi no Eiyuutan, truly strong people never had any weaknesses, and any weakness would be the trigger for defeat.

Therefore, physical fitness was one of the factors he had to overcome sooner or later. Moreover, if he wanted to effectively utilize his swordsmanship talent and the Noble Arts of a Blazer, he also had to improve his physical fitness.

And—

Besides physical fitness, he had nothing else to train.

In this world, magic power is innate and cannot be improved through training. His magic power at birth was F-Rank, and it would only remain at that level throughout his life.

This was the rule of this world.

In other words, no matter how much Hoshiharu trained his magic power, his meager magic power wouldn't change at all, so he could only train his physical fitness.

But at least he had a very powerful Noble Arts, and he also had a kind Master and Senior Sister who treated him well.

Compared to certain characters, he could be considered lucky.

"Hah... Hah..."

Jogging to the main entrance of the academy, Hoshiharu was already out of breath, and his chest was rising and falling, but he had no intention of stopping and wanted to quickly get out of the main entrance and into the uphill road.

Asthma-like conditions had become normal for him.

It was still early morning.

There was still a bit of early spring coolness in the air, which brought a chilly stimulation to his lungs as he breathed and circulated.

There was no one at the school gate.

No, that's not right.

There was a figure standing in the corner of the school gate doing warm-up exercises, trying to wake up their sleeping body.

As if hearing the approaching sigh, the figure straightened up and threw an unexpected glance behind him.

He was a well-proportioned young man, almost the same height as Hoshiharu, but his muscle lines were quite smooth. It was evident that he exercised regularly and that his physical fitness must be much stronger than Hoshiharu's.

He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with black hair and typical Asian eyes, wearing a black tank top.

Although the lines on his face were very soft and his eyes sharp, giving the impression of being easy to talk to, his overall demeanor exuded an extraordinarily strong aura.

The original protagonist.

The two quickly met eyes.

At this moment, both smelled a similar scent from each other's bodies, a scent that had become very sharp after being tempered.

Their eyes met for a moment but quickly separated.

Hoshiharu maintained his original speed, rushed out of the gate, turned the corner, and entered the road, disappearing from the other black-haired man's sight.

"Is there someone in this academy who exercises here like me? And before school starts..."

A surprised expression appeared in the black-haired man's eyes, and then he suddenly stood up.

"He's a new student this year."

He was too familiar with the sharp and hidden aura in the other's body.

He bounced twice on the spot, and a confrontational color suddenly appeared on his face.

At Hagun Academy, it was very rare to meet someone with the same ideals. Unintentionally, he was affected by the fighting instinct in his body, and his eyes were filled with anticipation.

He didn't continue warming up on the spot but let his body be like a slingshot, unleashing his entire body at an unimaginable speed, rushing onto the road and chasing after the figure in front of him.

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Twenty minutes later.

Hoshiharu was panting like a dying dog as he returned to the main entrance of the academy.

His chest was rising and falling violently, his mouth was full of the taste of rust, his eyes wandering, his legs wobbling like a sieve, sweat pouring down his body, soaking his sportswear.

But he refused to fall, instead, he kept stepping in place to gradually slow down his muscle activity to avoid being tortured by muscle pain the next day.

"Sorry, I didn't know your physical fitness was so poor..."

The black-haired man caught up from behind and returned to the school gate.

But unlike the exhausted Hoshiharu, he was only slightly out of breath, as if he could run five kilometers without pain or itching, it was very easy.

There was an apologetic look on his face, and he sincerely apologized to the other.

But what he said was quite annoying, making Hoshiharu's eyes twitch.

"...It's nothing to do with you... Huhu, it's... I... was stupid, so... Huhu... I got provoked by you..."

"But if I hadn't provoked you, things wouldn't have turned out like this. Sorry, seeing someone like-minded made me lose myself for a moment."

"...Thank you... I really support pure love, and I don't play the role of an NTR perpetrator."

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