Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 140 - 5

Chapter 140: Chapter 5

The gates of Saint Shinomiya High School loomed like the entrance to a fortress, reinforced steel and polished stone standing between the 24th District’s “trash” that Seijirou led and the elite inside the school.

Outside, rows of delinquents were ready for battle, already swinging their arms and weapons.

Behind the iron bars of the gate stood rows of students in sleek, reinforced combat uniforms—members of the Boxing, Karate, and Judo clubs acting as a paramilitary guard.

Seijirou stepped into the pool of light cast by the gate’s lanterns, his shadow stretching long and thin across the asphalt.

He looked at the disciplined ranks of athletes and let out a dry, mocking chuckle.

“Quite the welcoming committee,” he remarked, his voice cutting through the evening chill. “I’m almost touched you went through all this trouble. So, where are your King and Generals hiding? Or does your King only come out once his pawns have been cleared?”

A senior student, a heavyweight from the Judo club with arms the size of tree trunks, stepped forward, his lip curling in disdain. “You talk a big game for a leader of rats, Kageyama.”

Another laughed mockingly and pointed at the delinquents behind Seijirou, “You think you’re some big shot just because you have an army of delinquents who used to beg for mercy and pay us ’protection’ taxes? Wake up! You aren’t worthy of an audience with the Eight Limbs. We’re going to bury you right here at the threshold.”

Those words angered the delinquents.

“Hah! Stop being so arrogant you useless elite! I remember you, you’re the one whose girlfriend was toyed by my brothers!?”

“Hahaha! I remember that as well! We even have videos! We will send them to you later!”

“Oi! Elite! We just want to say, your girlfriend was really delicious!”

“Hahaha!”

“You—!” The student who was cursed felt his dace turning red in anger. Although those words weren’t true since he doesn’t even have a girlfriend, but it was still humiliating!

“What you?! If you’re so great come out here and we’ll show you the videos!”

With that, the two sides have entered a glaring contest.

The delinquents were cruelly laughing and daring them to come out, while the elite athletes were glaring and daring them to come in.

Seijirou simply watched the interaction.

Just then, beside him, Nakamura Shou took a deep breath and shifted his weight, and in a heartbeat, the air pressure changed.

Seijirou smirked seeing that, and he pointed at the gate, “…Go, break that thing.”

At his words, Shou moved like a hurricane, completely breaking the iron bars of the gate with a fluid leap and, before the student in front could even raise his guard, Shou’s knee connected with the center of the man’s chest.

The sound of the impact, a sickening thud followed by the wheeze of escaping air served as the starting gun for the war.

“GO!” Shou roared.

The silence of the night died an instant death.

The hundreds of delinquents behind Seijirou let out a primal, deafening scream, a wall of bodies slamming into the gates.

Pipes clattered against bokken; bats met reinforced helmets.

The massive opening brawl erupted in a chaotic swirl of violence as the “trash” fought to prove they were no longer subordinates who had once been suppressed by the elites.

Seijirou ignored the madness as he stepped through the breached gate, his hands buried deep in his pockets, walking with the casual gait of a man strolling through a park.

Surrounding him was his inner circle—a phalanx of power that made the brawling athletes part like the Red Sea.

Suzune and Rindou walked at his shoulders, their auras humming with anticipation, while Yukina and Emi covered the rear, their eyes scanning the windows for snipers or reinforcements.

Shou, Renji, and Sakai stood on guard, preventing anyone from approaching their boss.

Just as they reached the massive oak doors of the main building, Seijirou’s phone vibrated, he pressed it to his ear without breaking his stride.

But before he can say anything, a student tried to attack him.

“Kageyama!” It was a kendo student in armor, intending to smash him with his bokken.

But Sakai quickly reacted, grabbing the bokken, pulling the man towards him and elbowed him on the chest before slamming his head down on the ground.

Seijirou completely ignored that as he answered the call, “Status report.”

“The board is set,” Haruka’s voice came through, clear and cold.

High above the battlefield, perched on the rooftop of a neighboring skyscraper, Haruka stood like a silent sentinel.

She had been here since earlier to scout and gather intel and prepare for their plans, not even meeting up with Seijirou and the others.

Before her, the air was filled with shifting blue holographic panels showing the entire structure of Saint Shinomiya Highschool and even dots detailing the locations of the people.

This is Aegis Noûs, one of the aspect of the ability of her Karyoku. The ability given to her by the spirit of Odysseus, the legendary hero whom she had contracted with.

This aspect showed her roads before they were walked, enemies before they struck, and consequences before decisions were spoken.

With enough mental power, she can even interfere with probability, unfortunately, she doesn’t have that much power yet.

This was Odysseus’ mind made visible, a strategist’s sight imposed upon reality.

Truly the most compatible power for one such as Haruka.

“Aegis Noûs has identified the first General,” Haruka reported, her fingers dancing across the holographic map to highlight the lobby. “Horimiya Kasumi is waiting in the entrance hall. Probability of her allowing the group to pass is 0.02%. However, once she sees Rindou-senpai, the chances of her leaving you alone to confront her alone is 94%. Seijirou-sama, let Rindou-senpai take the lead. The moment their blades clash, the path to the second floor will open. Move quickly; the other Limbs are beginning to mobilize toward your coordinates.”

Seijirou nodded, his gaze shifting to Rindou. “You heard her. The floor is yours.”

Rindou tightened her grip on her shinai, her blue Ki beginning to swirl around her feet like a rising tide. “… Horimiya-san, huh. Well, let’s just treat this as a rematch.”

Horimiya Kasumi is someone she had defeated in the national kendo match a year ago, and who promised her that she will win next time.

Unfortunately, after winning the nationals once, Rindou lost interest in kendo matches and quit the Kendo club and chose to become part of the student council.

She heard Kasumi was supposed to win this year’s championship as well, but she completely beat her opponent until she was hospitalized and was disqualified as a result.

Thinking back, Rindou feel like Kasumi did that out of anger because she didn’t participate in this year’s competition.

Just then, Sakai pushed the heavy doors open, immediately revealing the inside of this elite school.

The lobby of Saint Shinomiya was a cathedral of wealth—soaring ceilings, marble floors, and a grand, bifurcated staircase that led to the upper tiers.

And sitting casually on the third step of that stairs was Horimiya Kasumi.

She looked like the very definition of indifferent arrogance, as if believing that everything in the world was completely inferior to her.

Her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, her shinai resting on her lap, and her school uniform clung to her incredibly mature feminine curves that would make even a goddess envy.

She had been inspecting her nails, but the moment the doors swung open, her purple eyes snapped upward.

She smiled, revealing a dangerous expression. “I was starting to think you’d all died at the gate—”

She stopped. Her gaze skipped over Seijirou and landed directly on Rindou, and her eyes widened in shock and joy.

The bored arrogant mask she wore instantly vanished, replaced by a savage, hungry grin.

Kasumi didn’t hesitate.

Without another word, she grabbed her shinai, stood up, and moved with a speed of a wind, her own shinai whistling through the air as she launched a vertical strike that would have split a lesser opponent in two.

CLANG!

Rindou met the strike head-on. The impact sent a shockwave through the lobby, shattering a nearby decorative vase.

But Rindou remained completely unaffected, her blue Ki flared, clashing against Kasumi’s sharp, purple aura.

“It’s been quite a while, Kobayashi Rindou!” Kasumi laughed, her eyes wide with a manic joy. “I heard you’d gone soft playing at being a Student Council President!”

“And I heard you were still as loud and obnoxious as ever, Horimiya Kasumi,” Rindou countered, her voice ice-cold as she shoved the other girl back.

“Of course! You think I would change? Dream on! I’m obviously already perfect!” Kasumi laughed.

Rindou sighed and glanced over her shoulder at Seijirou. “Go. I’ll make sure she stays right here.”

Seijirou didn’t waste words. He gestured for the others to follow, and the group broke into a run, sprinting past the two clashing swordswomen and up the grand staircase.

“Not so fast!” Kasumi made a half-hearted move to intercept, but Rindou was already there, a horizontal sweep of her blue-lit blade forcing Kasumi to retreat.

“Your opponent is me!” Rindou declared.

“I know!” Kasumi grinned.

As Seijirou reached the first landing, he looked back down. The lobby was filled with the sound of wood on wood and the crackle of clashing spirits.

He turned his gaze upward toward the long, dark hallways of the second floor.

“Haruka,” Seijirou spoke into his headset. “Give me the next target.”

“Proceed to the West Wing gallery,” Haruka replied, her voice steady as her Aegis Noûs updated in real-time. “The ’Durable’ Takeko and the ’Archer’ Mira have formed a pincer trap. Yukina-san, Emi-san… you’re up next.”

Seijirou’s smirk returned.

With Haruka, they will completely crush these arrogant elites and show them who really rules this land.