A Liar's Truth [UNDER FINAL REVISION]

Ch 38: Trained by yours truly

Third-person point of view 

"The inter-class ball game tournament, huh," Korosensei mused, scanning the paper. "Cultivating healthy minds and bodies through sports." He paused mid-sentence, a small frown tugging at the corners of his smile. He flipped the paper around for the class to see. "Still... why isn't Class E listed on the tournament bracket?"

"Because we're Class E," Mimura muttered, chin propped on his hand. "They use the 'odd number of teams' excuse, so we're conveniently left out of the main tournament."

"Instead, they toss us into an exhibition match," Sugino added. "Basically, a glorified punching bag session for the whole school to watch."

"Boys against the baseball club. While basketball for the girls." Hazama translated flatly. "Hand-picked star players, of course. Can't miss the chance to publicly wreck the losers."

"Guess they need something to feel good about after losing their actual games," Maehara added with a snort.

"I see. So is this an usual occurrence?" Korosensei asked, his tone darkening just slightly.

"Yup." Kataoka said, hands on her hips. But her smile wasn't defeated. It burned with resolve. "We've gotten stronger through our assassination attempts, so we'll have a good match and knock the entire student body down a peg. Right, everyone?"

"Yeah!" The girls cheered, fists in the air.

["Leave it to me, Kataoka-san!"] Ritsu chirped, popping up on the monitor. A robotic arm extended, holding a basketball. ["I've developed a ball-shooting mechanism with a 100% scoring rate."]

"Umm.. that's okay." Kataoka sweat dropped. "I think the court will be a little crowded with you there."

"Then maybe this can help~" Ginka chimed in, pulling out her phone. 

The quiet ping of notifications echoed across the classroom as phones buzzed in near-synchrony. Fingers flew over screens, brows furrowing in disbelief.

Two folders. For basketball and baseball. 

Inside? A trove of digital intel—opponent stats, behavioral analysis, emotional thresholds, pacing strategies, even simulations of how they'd respond to pressure plays.

"Wait—what the heck is this?" Kayano blinked, scrolling. "Did you... scout the entire team?"

"This is... ridiculously detailed," Yada said, scrolling through the files.  "You even tracked how they breathe in high-pressure plays."

"You part of the FBI or something?" Sugino squinted, only half-joking.

"Let's just say I have a friend who treats game footage like battlefield recon~" Ginka said cheerfully, "We pulled an all-nighter. She watched one match and started talking about reaction times and 'mental choke points.' I was mostly there for moral support~"