hotmtlnovel Chapter 1034 Capture Hiratsuka Shizuka First
Chapter 1034 Capture Hiratsuka Shizuka First
Chapter 1034 Capture Hiratsuka Shizuka First
"Would we distance ourselves from you just because you like getting haircuts?"
Tears welled in Mitsuhashi Ryoma's eyes, a mixture of sadness, discouragement, and anger.
Hatake Goro shouted again, "Why didn't you say so sooner? If you had, you could have handed my head over to me anytime."
Despite the excruciating pain in his chest, Kuroda Kaito forced back the urge to vomit blood and looked at his two brothers with eyes full of emotion.
He knew, of course, that this wouldn't affect his friendship with his brothers, but men are just such hesitant creatures.
If he wanted, he could keep it a secret forever. After all, he only sleeps three hours a day, which allows him to excel in both kendo and his studies. He can even find time to date while practicing his hairstyle.
Today's clean and decisive victory over all opponents, and standing among the final nine, is the best proof of that!
Those who are focused on practicing kendo are no match for him, and he could easily keep it a secret forever.
But...
How could someone like me be worthy of being ranked alongside Goro and Mitsuhashi? How could I be qualified to continue tracing the lineage of Aniki?
My heart is no longer pure. I am no longer whole.
In doing this, I have failed the way of the sword, failed the way of the sword, failed my brothers who are wholeheartedly devoted to the sword, and failed the precious spot I occupied.
Therefore, even though he could have pretended that nothing had happened, Kuroda Kaito still chose to self-destruct in such a situation.
He reached the finals to prove that he had not alienated his brothers because he liked haircuts; he blew himself up in public to apologize for hiding it for so long; he endured Goro Hata's beating in order to feel the pain of his brothers being deceived and concealed...
Suddenly, Kuroda Kaito grinned: "It's not too late now, is it?"
Hata Goro, who was raising his fist to strike again, paused, then hardened his fist and roared:
"Idiot! Of course it's not too late!"
"Our lives have just begun. For the next few decades, you'll have to cut my hair as an apology to me!"
After saying that, he punched Kuroda in the chest again. This guy really hits people, not like the little punches in idol dramas.
Mitsuhashi Ryoma, who was standing next to him, also came up and punched Kuroda in the other side of his chest. He was much gentler and didn't really use any force, but it wasn't light either.
"And I!"
He said:
"I, my future wife, my son, and my son's son all need your help, my future hairstylist!"
Hearing his two brothers' words, Kuroda Kaito couldn't help but smile, opening his arms to embrace them, but just then...
"Clap clap clap-"
A burst of applause suddenly rang out, startling the three brothers who were caught up in their emotions, and they turned around with the others.
"Waaaaah, this is so touching! This is the pure friendship between teenagers."
Hiratsuka Shizuka sobbed, raising her finger to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eye:
"The thought that they will still gather in the barbershop more than ten years from now and reminisce about today makes me so moved that I want to cry."
Yes, it's because I've had too much to drink that I've become sentimental.
Kyosuke Hojo rolled his eyes inwardly, casually pulled out a can of ice-cold beer, opened it, and brought it directly to Shizuka Hiratsuka's lips.
Just drink yours and keep quiet!
This time, Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't refuse. Nothing bad happened to the students; on the contrary, they witnessed such a beautiful scene, and she was just about to enjoy a drink.
"A toast to friendship!"
The woman, with a ring of white foam around her mouth, raised her beer high and shouted.
Drinking in the activity room in front of the students was a disgrace to her teaching ethics, but upon hearing her words, the members of the kendo club felt their blood boil, and everyone craned their necks and shouted along with her:
"A tribute to friendship—!!"
Apart from Kyosuke Hojo, he remained unchanged, like a lighthouse on the seashore.
After the cheers subsided, everyone, their faces flushed, instinctively looked at Kyosuke Hojo.
Whether it's brotherhood, a regular spot on the team, or even what Kuroda Kaito wants to do in the future, the only person who has the power to decide all of this is Hojo Kyosuke.
As a secret society, the Rampage Angels are inevitably influenced by the social environment, the most significant of which is their strict rules.
Hachiman Hikigaya, whose face was flushed with excitement after being called "respect for friendship" by Hiratsuka-sensei, keenly sensed the change in the atmosphere. He, who had been squeezing to the front to watch the show, took a step back without making a sound, wanting to protect the woodwork stand in front of him.
Unfortunately, this guy is a scumbag who maintains an even lower moral standard than Hojo Kyosuke at his lowest point, so he had already protected more than ten people in front of him long ago.
As a close friend, Hachiman despised this behavior, so he decided to protect Zaimokuza in front of him and severely punish him for this unbrotherly act.
"Do I need to cut off my little finger?"
"Hachiman Hikigaya asked in a low voice."
Even elementary school students in Japan know that the best outcome of leaving an organization is losing a little finger. And even that was only because the eldest brother showed mercy; the younger brother was filled with gratitude when he cut off his little finger.
Upon hearing this, Cai Muzuo turned around, gave his best friend an approving look, and added an extra sentence.
"Actually, the Kuroda family is so rich that they could have easily settled things with money, but unfortunately, the boss isn't short of money, so Little Finger is still the more cost-effective option!"
Although the two were whispering to each other, they were still heard by those around them.
Several veteran members of the Berserk Angels who had come from the East City with Hojo Kyosuke turned around and looked at the two of them with utter speechlessness.
"Are you two idiots? Our eldest brother is a great philanthropist who even guarantees us jobs after graduation, how could he possibly do something like that?!"
Hikigaya, having been discovered, shrank back and pretended to be dead, while Zaimokuza, with his neck stiff, said:
"Since the benefits are so good, shouldn't the punishments be even stricter?"
The old thugs were stunned when they heard this, and they thought it made a lot of sense.
One of them patted Zaimokuza on the shoulder and said approvingly, "Zaimokuza, it seems you're not just good at making up stories. When you make a mistake and have to be punished, I'll personally help you!"
Timber's expression changed drastically: "Bah! I've already memorized the gang rules perfectly, there's absolutely no way I could make a mistake!"
While these idiots spout nonsense, Hojo Kyosuke, the center of attention, remains as calm as ever.
A faint smile played on his lips, and his dark eyes were deep and serene. Even Tetsuta Kisaki, who knew him best, couldn't tell what he was thinking.
No wonder!
This guy must be really happy, after all, such a funny thing suddenly appeared in the boring selection process. The reason he hasn't laughed out loud like Hiratsuka-sensei is probably because he's too concerned about his image, otherwise…
As the person who single-handedly pushed (or rather, dragged) Hojo Kyosuke to the throne of the berserk angels, Kisaki knew his personality all too well. Whatever happened within the organization, as long as it didn't involve the girls around him, the leader was practically a couch potato.
The atmosphere gradually calmed down, and Hatake Goro and Mitsuhashi Ryoma walked away from Kuroda Kaito and stood on either side.
Kuroda Kaito stepped forward and walked to Hojo Kyosuke, following the path cleared by the crowd.
Pfft!
boom!
With a standard dogeza (a traditional Chinese kneeling gesture), Kuroda Kaito slammed his head hard onto the wooden floor.
The sound of his head hitting the ground made Hiratsuka Shizuka grimac, and a throbbing pain shot through his forehead.
"Hey, Kuroda, what are you doing?" she shouted.
But no one paid any attention to her.
Kyosuke Hojo stared calmly at Kaito Kuroda on the ground until the latter tilted his head back.
The posture was perfect; the upper body remained bent forward, with only the head raised to look at the person in front of him.
"Sima Naiyi! Aniki!"
Although he was performing the highest level of dogeza (bowing deeply), Kuroda Kaito spoke as casually as could be, and even had a relaxed smile on his face.
Kyosuke Hojo nodded. He had guessed Kuroda's thoughts from the beginning, so he did not refuse the other's bow. He knew that Kuroda wanted to give an explanation, or rather, he wanted to gain his approval.
"I really enjoy the feeling of shouting and wielding the scalpel with everyone, but... I really love hairdressing! I love seeing the confident smile on an ugly guy's face after my touch, I love seeing messy hair neatly combed, I love..."
I really...I really love getting haircuts!!!
Kuroda Kaito shouted in a muffled voice.
"Kuroda."
Kyosuke Hojo bent down, reached out and grabbed Kaito Kuroda's shoulder, and gently lifted him up.
"You should know that your kneeling won't make me any more authoritative. There's no money on the ground, so stand up and talk."
Kuroda Kaito nodded silently.
Kyosuke Hojo slightly raised his eyelids and looked around, then raised his hand and patted Kuroda on the shoulder.
“You have no reason to feel ashamed. Look up at the guys around you. They’re all idiots.”
"While they are still immersed in the roar of the engine and are still shouting with passion that they should rush into the unknown, you have already found your purpose in life."
A smile finally appeared on Hojo Kyosuke's calm face, a smile that, as Celty had described, was magical.
His tone was calm, and although they were about the same age, Hiratsuka Shizuka felt as if a wise elder was standing beside her.
"It is clearly the time in a person's life when their energy, creativity, and even emotions are at their peak, but everyone squanders it like fools, which is truly perplexing."
Kyosuke Hojo's lips curled up as he scanned the surroundings. Everyone he looked at gave an embarrassed smile. Hikigaya scratched his head, while Zaimokuza gave a feigned, innocent smile.
"But that's youth, there's nothing you can do about it."
He grabbed Kuroda Kaito's shoulders and shook him violently, then his voice suddenly rose:
"Your actions today are meaningful. Your life, with its clear goals and the efforts you have made, will inspire another person or a group of people. Their lives will be inspired by yours, today, or at the latest tomorrow. In short, someone will benefit from you."
"Because of your dream of becoming a hairstylist!"
Kyosuke Hojo raised his other hand and placed both hands on Kaito Kuroda's shoulders, looking directly into the other's eyes for the first time.
"I approve of your dream!"
He announced loudly:
"Now, stand tall! Kuroda Kaito."
"With my approval, Kyosuke Hojo's approval, and the blessings of your brothers and sisters, go and become the world's greatest hairstylist!"
"boom--"
As Hojo Kyosuke finished speaking, deafening shouts echoed through the empty dojo of the kendo club.
Kuroda Kaito's tears, which he had just stopped, started flowing again.
Hatake Goro and Mitsuhashi Ryoma, who had been standing obediently at the back, suddenly rushed up, leaped onto Kuroda Kaito's back, and pinned him to the ground.
"Damn it, did you hear that?! Now that you've made up your mind, you're going to work like crazy and become the world's best hairstylist!"
Hatake Goro grabbed Kuroda's head with his arm and yelled.
Ryoma Mitsuhashi elbowed Kuroda hard in the kidneys, warning him, "Don't let me find out that while we're standing at the top of the nation, you're getting beaten to a pulp!"
The others also came over, one by one skillfully pressing down on top, starting to form a human pyramid, with a constant stream of chaotic blessings.
"From now on, my hair is in your hands, Kuroda! If you cut it so badly that I can't find a girlfriend, you'll have to take responsibility!"
"Tell those lowly hairdressers that my brother is world-class even if he puts down his sword and picks up scissors!"
"I hit you today, but don't hate me. Instead, think about how to improve your hairdressing skills!"
Interspersed among them were screams from Kuroda Kaito, as someone suspected he was wearing a wig and was pulling his hair like weeds.
Hiratsuka Shizuka stood to the side, her two small hands clenched into fists.
I really want to... I really want to celebrate with them!
No, we must have a good drink in this situation!
She raised her hand to bring the beer to her lips, only to find that she only had a fist in her hand.
Yeah, I can't even lift a beer bottle when I clench my fist...bullshit! Where's my beer?!
The woman in the white coat angrily looked around, and unsurprisingly saw someone leisurely drinking her beer.
Yes, Kyosuke Hojo, although what you're doing is a bit illegal, if you're going to arrest someone, you should arrest Shizuka-sensei, the only adult present who has a duty to discipline them.
Looking at his subordinates, who were making a ruckus, Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, as if his silly boy had finally grown up. He couldn't resist taking a sip of the sake from Shizuka-sensei's hand.
If Eriri were here, she would definitely condemn it severely, after all, how could such a happy time be complete without Coca-Cola?
Seeing the aggressive Hiratsuka-sensei, Hojo Kyosuke quickly handed her a beer to shut her up.
The woman obediently opened her lips and began to gulp it down.
Haha, this is an indirect kiss, isn't it? It sounds like it would go well with drinks!
Ms. Jing, already quite tipsy, thought happily to herself, looking at the energetic students in front of her, that the wine tasted even sweeter.
After a while of commotion, the kendo club members slowly dispersed. Kuroda Kaito, who was at the bottom, could only wail in pain. In the end, it was Hatake Goro and Mitsuhashi Ryoma who pulled him up.
The three of them looked at each other, then laughed and hugged each other tightly.
Looking at the three brothers, everyone, including Tetsuta Kisaki, smiled, feeling extremely envious.
Friendship, dreams, the future...
They have it all.
Just like what Hiratsuka-sensei said, ten or twenty years from now, these three boys will still get together, get haircuts and reminisce about the past.
Hachiman Hikigaya glanced at Zaimokuza beside him. Though he didn't want to admit it, this guy was indeed his best friend. They shared the same love for otaku culture, and even had similar dark histories—though his morals were a bit low, but…
No way! I don't want to watch hentai with a pervert like that when I'm old!
This future is too bleak!
If I had to say who I envy the most, it would be Tetsuta Kisaki.
Although he had known Hatake Goro and the other two for the same amount of time, his innate personality destined him to never have true friends.
No, if I had to say, I do seem to have a good brother who knows my darkest secrets, knows my ambitions, and even once guided me to find my future...
Tetsuta Kisaki silently looked to the other side, at the delinquent student who was chugging beer down the female teacher's throat.
Well, I just don't know if, in your world, besides your girlfriend, there are male friends.
Does it exist? Really? It shouldn't be...?
It's really impossible to say for sure.
Just as he was thinking, Hatake Goro suddenly shouted.
"Wait a minute! So you mean...?"
"When I was in junior high school, I often felt that my hair was inexplicably thinning and looking ugly, it was all because..."
Kuroda Kaito, who had just been all smiles, froze, then turned his face away without making a sound.
"Hmm? Now that you mention it, Goro, I remember..."
Another boy who graduated from Tojo and was in the same class as Kuroda Kaito shouted:
“Back then, I would see a lot of hair on my pillow every morning. Kuroda even said that I was losing hair because of kidney exhaustion, which made me blame my dad for passing on my baldness when I got home.”
"No, no, no, you guys are lucky. I finally remembered too. There was a gathering once, I got drunk, and when I woke up I found all my hair was gone. I was terrified, I thought I'd encountered a supernatural event. Kuroda, you little brat, you're the one who did this, aren't you!"
"Hey! Don't blame everything on me. Who carries clippers around all the time?!"
"Report, found it! Kuroda's locker contained not only clippers but also a full set of hairdressing tools!"
"You bastard, let me give you a proper haircut before you become a hairstylist!"
"That's right! We have to let this guy know how important a guest's hair is!"
"Prepare yourself, Kuroda!"
The crowd was so agitated that even Hikigaya blamed Kuroda for his hair loss caused by staying up late.
There's nothing I can do. With such a guy lurking around who's always up to no good with my hair, it's only natural that my hair would fall out out of fear, right?
Hachiman thought this to himself, then stepped forward first, grabbed the clippers, and shoved them hard down Kuroda Kaito's forehead.
"hiss……"
The jeering crowd was stunned. Just when Hachiman thought he was about to be betrayed, Hatake Goro snatched the clippers and slashed them horizontally across Kuroda's head, cutting out a large cross.
"Hahaha, not bad at all, Goro! I think you have a talent for becoming a hairstylist!"
Mitsuhashi Ryoma laughed heartily, then snatched the haircut and began to cut Kuroda's hair.
Kuroda Kaito was pinned down and unable to move, muttering curses under his breath, but he didn't actually look angry at all.
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