For These Kinds of People, Discipline Comes Before Education (1)
“I told you to let go of Hasumi-san’s hand, but that doesn’t mean you can grab my shirt instead, does it?”
“What the hell!?”
“You’re stretching out the collar. Don’t you know how expensive uniforms are?”
“You’ve been acting smug this whole time! Do I have to teach you a lesson the hard way?”
The blond delinquent kept his grip on my shirt while raising his free hand into a threatening fist.
“Oda-kun!”
Hasumi-san cried out my name, her voice almost a scream.
“Man, I tried to settle this peacefully, but it looks like you’re not interested in listening.”
“What did you say!?”
People like this never appreciate mercy. Even if I let them go, they’d just come back for revenge later. It’s never worth it.
Forget education—these guys don’t even have the discipline to start with.
In Orphermaus, if parents raised such socially inept fools, they’d be ostracized by the entire village.
Well, to be fair, that world wasn’t entirely free of troublemakers.
But over there, people like this would be corrected mercilessly until they became decent citizens.
“Guess I have no choice. If they can’t be bothered to consider how much trouble they’re causing others, it’s time to teach them a lesson they won’t forget.”
I grabbed the blond delinquent’s wrist, the one holding my shirt, and began squeezing it like a vice.
“What do you mean, ‘teach me a lesson’? Who do you think you are—? GYAAAAAHHH!!”
The blond delinquent let out an animalistic scream.
He immediately released my shirt, unable to withstand the pain.
But I didn’t ease up—in fact, I tightened my grip even more.
I wasn’t using my full strength, just enough to teach him a lesson. But for an ordinary person, it was overwhelming.
If I used my full power, it wouldn’t even take a second to completely crush the bones in his wrist.
The bones in his wrist began to creak ominously under my grip.
“Ahhh! It’s breaking! My wrist is breaking! Please stop! Let go! Aughh! Aghhh! GYAAAAAH!!”
Tears welled up in his eyes as he begged me desperately, but I glared at him with cold, piercing eyes, silencing him without a word.
My overwhelming fighting spirit triggered my hero skill [Severing Aura], powerful enough to make even mid-level monsters tremble.
The sheer force of my intent, honed through countless battles against beasts, must have been instinctively terrifying for him.
“It hurts! It’s scary! Mom! MOM!”
The blond delinquent started crying and trembling, calling out for his mother.
“What the hell are you doing to Aniki!?”
Seeing his leader sobbing miserably, the other guy ran over, yelling angrily.
“No, you idiot, stop! Don’t come any closer!”
“Aniki? Why are you stopping me!?”
“Look at his eyes! That’s not the look of an ordinary guy—it’s a killer’s eyes! And this strength…! I’m sorry, okay? I promise we’ll leave this girl alone forever! Please, just let go! My wrist is going to break! Aghhh!”
“That’s not the point. I’m telling you to fix your entire rotten way of living.”
“Aghh… Aughh!”
“First, stop doing things that others clearly don’t like. Even elementary school kids know that. Are you some big guy with the brain of a little kid?”
“Damn it! You’ve gone too far! Enough already!”
While the blond delinquent, now in tears, nodded frantically, his lackey still tried to resist.
But the moment I glanced at him with a glare, he froze in terror and collapsed onto the ground.
A damp stain began to spread on his pants.
Overwhelmed by the sheer force of my fighting spirit, he had wet himself in fear.