Chapter 2: A Certain Swimmer Girl

Hearing the system prompt, Hikigaya Hachiman slowly turned around to face the two people who had suddenly barged into the Service Club's activity room.

Hachiman, who was preparing for a "Leap of Faith," had already donned his hood. With his back against the setting sun, even Shizuka Hiratsuka and Yukinoshita Yukino couldn't see his face under the shadow of the hood.

However, Shizuka Hiratsuka wasn't concerned with observing his current appearance. Seeing him retract his outstretched arms and turn around, she immediately grabbed him and scolded harshly:

"Hikigaya, you weren't planning to jump off the building and cause me trouble just now, were you?"

"...Of course not. My sister Komachi hasn't even gotten married yet. How could I possibly think of taking my own life?"

Hachiman rolled his eyes. He had never once considered dying.

There were so many bad people in the world living carefree lives. Why should he die? He deserved to live comfortably too.

"Then it's just a case of chūnibyō acting up."

Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly came to a realization and immediately made her judgment.

"...Hiratsuka-sensei, what are you here for?"

Not planning to argue over the "chūnibyō" accusation, Hachiman asked while glancing at the long-black-haired beauty standing quietly beside her—Yukinoshita Yukino.

"As you might have guessed, this is your new club member."

Shizuka released Hachiman, patted his shoulder forcefully, and grinned playfully.

"First-year, Class J, Yukinoshita Yukino." Yukino stepped forward with a cold expression and said indifferently, "By the way, don't be misled by this insincere teacher. I haven't agreed to join the Service Club."

"No problem. You can try being a club member for a day."

Looking at Yukino, who had no trace of a smile on her face, Hachiman nodded thoughtfully.

It seemed that because he had beaten Yukino to forming the Service Club, now it was her turn to be forced into it by Hiratsuka Shizuka.

Hmm... It looked like he should try making Yukino call him "President."

"Yukinoshita, you seem to practice Aikido, right? Have you experienced real combat?"

Hachiman suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?"

Yukino stepped back a few paces abruptly, looking warily at Hachiman, whose attire and manner of speaking were anything but ordinary.

"Would you like to experience our club activities?"

Hachiman extended an invitation.

"Club activities?"

Yukino frowned slightly, 'Didn't he just establish the Service Club yesterday? Have they already received a request so soon?'

Hachiman nodded. Beneath his hood, his gaze seemed to pierce through the walls, focusing on a certain spot on campus where a red light flickered.

"Yes, let's go hunt those Minotaurs lost in darkness."

———

The academic reputation of Sobu High was quite high, and the school rules were very strict. The disciplinary committee often patrolled during breaks, prohibiting improper interactions between male and female students on campus.

Perhaps because of this, the students channeled their youthful energy and passion into club activities, which often led to excellent results in various competitions.

The better a club's achievements, the stricter the selection process for members to participate in tournaments.

Having been part of a swimming club since childhood, Saki Hayase, the ace of the girls' competitive swimming team despite only being a second-year, naturally had no worries about qualifying.

However, while she had no issues, her childhood friend Keita Fukuyama, who was a year below her, was not so fortunate.

Saki had secretly visited the swim club a few times to check on Keita's progress. It seemed his training wasn't going well, and his results hadn't improved. At this rate, he wouldn't qualify to represent the school in competitions.

Being naturally introverted and having few friends, Saki hadn't shared her concerns with anyone.

But unexpectedly, her secret visits to check on Keita's progress were noticed by Kenichiro Miwa, a fellow swim club member from the same grade.

"What do you think about my offer? The selection for the main roster is about to close. If the first-year doesn't get a chance to perform, he probably won't even make the backups."

In a quiet corner outside the swim club's lounge, a man and a woman were having a hushed conversation.

The girl wore Sobu High's uniform, her chest straining against the fabric, forming an astonishing curve. The boy, having just finished swimming, was clad only in swim trunks, his gaze heated as he stared at the pure-looking yet voluptuously built girl.

"Even if I don't agree, Keita will manage somehow..."

Saki averted her eyes, speaking softly and without confidence.

Her childhood friend had been quite capable in the past. She didn't know when or why, but his swimming performance had stagnated, leaving him unable to qualify for competitions.

"Come on, Saki, you know that's not true. If I'm here, there's no way that guy gets a spot in freestyle. Why don't you reconsider my proposal? Don't worry, I won't go all the way."

Kenichiro gazed at Saki's pure and innocent face, in stark contrast to her suggestively voluptuous body. He suppressed the desire surging within him, patiently persuading Saki to agree to his terms.

At Sobu High, discipline was strictly enforced. Although not every area was monitored by cameras, most places were.

If he forced himself on her and she escaped, the footage caught on camera would send him straight to prison.

Luckily, this Hayase, like her childhood friend, was an airhead. A few gentle words were enough to shake her resolve.

Now, as long as this big-breasted but simple-minded woman agreed to his terms, he would get what he wanted. Once he got bored, he could even share her as a "resource" with others.

"Um..."

Faced with such an outrageous request that should have been met with firm rejection, Saki wavered. She bit her lip and lowered her head. After a long pause, she softly replied.

"If... if you promise not to kiss or go all the way... and won't bother me afterward..."

'As expected, this woman is easy to deal with.'

Kenichiro was overjoyed as he saw Saki about to agree. But just as he thought victory was his, an unexpected voice sounded from behind him.

"Yukinoshita-san, did you record everything?"

"Yes, I recorded it all."

Yukinoshita backed up the video, raised her phone again, and walked out of the hiding spot alongside Hikigaya. Her expression was icy as she looked at the stunned Kenichiro and Saki.

At first, Yukinoshita hadn't understood what Hachiman meant by "cuckold scenario." But after witnessing Kenichiro and Saki's conversation, it became clear.

She never imagined that such things could happen at Sobu High, where discipline was so strict. What would other schools be like if this was the case here?

"When did you two start secretly filming? DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW."

Kenichiro, seeing Yukinoshita still recording him, tried to snatch the phone. But the next second, he let out a painful scream.

Yukinoshita had been preparing to use Aikido to teach this delinquent a lesson when she noticed Hikigaya stepping in front of her. She glanced at Hachiman, who had kicked Kenichiro so hard that his face twisted in pain, and silently resumed her cold tone.

"I don't know who you are, but using your competition qualification to coerce others into inappropriate contact is unacceptable."

"Not only will the disciplinary committee take action against you, but the student council will also consider expelling you."

"If you try to use violence against us now, you might as well prepare to spend your life in prison."

Kenichiro, already in excruciating pain from Hachiman's surprise attack, looked even more troubled.

He glanced at the nearly-convinced Saki, then at the meddlesome duo Yukinoshita and Hikigaya. His face clouded with uncertainty, and he said nothing.

Hikigaya silently stared at Kenichiro with his dead-fish eyes, ready to prevent any desperate retaliation.

Before coming here, Hachiman had already stowed away his hooded cloak. Though the cloak could hide his identity, its design was too conspicuous.

He would wear the cloak for solo stealth missions, but going with Yukinoshita didn't require such eye-catching gear.

While the assassin template didn't directly enhance his physical capabilities—his body remained at the level of a regular high schooler—the skills, techniques, and experiences it provided were enough to deal with a mere school delinquent.

Although he hadn't killed anyone in real life, the assassination techniques and realistic simulations from the template made him feel surprisingly unopposed to the idea of taking a life.

Now, looking at Kenichiro glowing red in his Eagle Vision, Hachiman felt an urge to approach, swing his hidden blade, and claim the reward for hunting this "cuckold scenario" target.

But this was school. With so many cameras around, killing someone here would only create trouble for himself.

Kenichiro, still hesitating on his next move, suddenly noticed that the dead-fish-eyed boy who had kicked him kept glancing at his head, neck, chest, and abdomen. Panic gripped his heart, and he quickly turned to leave.

Before leaving, he glared at the still-bewildered Saki, blaming today's misfortune on this big-breasted but brainless woman.

Of course, Kenichiro had recognized Yukinoshita the moment she appeared—a beauty with such fame and prestige was impossible to miss.

He had no real courage to resort to violence. He only wanted to destroy the evidence. Now, seeing that he couldn't, he had no choice but to flee.

The Yukinoshita family, though only a notable name in Chiba and not comparable to major conglomerates, was still far beyond his reach. Even if Yukino intended to report him with the video, he wouldn't dare argue further.

If she got annoyed and decided to pull some strings to have him rot in prison, he'd be doomed.

Fortunately, since he had always feared strong resistance, the video Yukinoshita recorded couldn't truly harm him.

At worst, his already tarnished reputation would worsen, and he'd lose his swimming competition qualification. Expulsion didn't bother him either—he could just transfer schools.

He'd wanted to leave this garbage school anyway, with its ridiculous discipline. The swimming club had so many pretty girls shuffled into the women's division, leaving their club all-male.

If only he had joined the soccer club instead. They reportedly had female managers during the summer training camp—so much better than this.

'Damn it! I need to find someone to vent this frustration. Maybe I will teach Fukuyama a lesson later.'

Thinking about that idiot Fukuyama, childhood friend to the sweet-faced, curvy Hayase Saki, ignited a fresh wave of anger in Kenichiro's heart.

As Kenichiro stormed off, he didn't realize that Hikigaya was silently watching him, waiting for a chance to eliminate him.

Although coercion and enticement didn't warrant the death penalty in court, Hachiman was now an Assassin Brotherhood member.

How could morality and law bind him?

[A/N: Names like Hayase Saki have been slightly adjusted for this book. The female leads are all pure. Please refrain from associating them with other settings.]

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