𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍~ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

♡Chapter-3♡

Loud cheers could be heard coming from the group of boys who were surrounding the open piece of land behind the school. So this is the small fight they were referring to huh. I observed them as they shouted and betted their money on few individuals.

My suspicions were correct.

A scoff left my lips as I viewed Takemichi and his friends gathered in the crowd, watching the commotion. In the end, they are part of this so called club.

Standing a little far away from the crowd to not be noticed, I crossed my arms watching them introduced the fighters. "We have Kojima from Sakura HS, And on the other side from Mizo HS we have Yamamoto. The current odds are 4 to 6 and slightly in kojima's favor."

Everyone waited for the orders of a special someone who was sitting on the stairs,  smoking a cigarette. "Begin." Immediately after the words left his mouth, the cheers started. The match had officially begun.

"HOLD IT." The cheers died down as everyone's attention was now on a certain blonde who dared to intervene.

"T-Takemichi!"

"Whats your problem bastard."

"Scram, u stupid little first-year!"

I frowned. What was he up to?

"You know don't you get bored of seeing the same damn match every single time? You all want to see something more interesting, don't you?" He spoke, walking downstairs with both arms folded behind his head.

"Something more interesting?" The host asked with a hum, watching the stares of the crowd flipping.

"F-For example... let's have the king versus the slave."

Takemichi stood in the middle, facing Kiyomasa, who looked as smug gazing down at the fellow. The two of them were a complete mismatch only added mors spice for the people present considering loudness of their cheers.

"This isn't going to end well." I muttered under my breath.

And sure enough, it didn't.

The fight began, if you could even call it that and Kiyomasa didn't waste any time, throwing a sharp punch that sent Takemichi stumbling back. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers grating against my ears.

"C'mon, Takemichi!" Kiyomasa sneered, stepping closer as the latter struggled to steady himself. "Is that all you've got?"

Takemichi didn't answer. He just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood back up.

I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as I watched Kiyomasa land blow after blow. Takemichi couldn't dodge them. He wasn't fast enough, wasn't strong enough.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. Why are you doing this to yourself?

Kiyomasa grabbed him by the collar, pulling him closer. "You're pathetic." He growled, throwing another punch that sent Takemichi crashing to the ground.

The crowd cheered louder, some of them laughing, others calling for more. I couldn't stand it. The way they treated this like some kind of spectacle, like it wasn't a person getting beaten to a pulp in front of them.

But Takemichi.. He still didn't give up.

Slowly, and shakily, he pushed himself back onto his feet. His legs wobbled, his face bloodied, but his eyes unyielding.

"Stay down." Kiyomasa snapped, his tone laced with irritation. "You're embarrassing yourself."

"No." Takemichi said hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the noise.