I'm seriously impressed.
I thought I'd seen plenty of idiots in my life.
But something this outrageous?
That's rare.
Let's congratulate Chabashira Sae for taking first place on the Advanced Nurturing Teachers' Hall of Fame!
"Clap clap clap clap clap—"
(Loud applause)
Originally, I wanted to curse her out a bit more.
But after calming down and looking back…
Holy shit, why did I write so much?
It's all Chabashira Sae's fault.
She baited me.
Not writing anymore, not writing anymore.
Writing too much costs money.
But before I stop, I still have to leave one last example of her latest bullshit.
Marking the wrong exam scope.
That's right.
She doesn't just do nothing.
She also actively drags her own class down.
She gives her students the wrong exam range,
Waits for them to realize something's wrong and come to her,
Then casually says—
"Ah, I remembered it wrong."]
"..."
Taking a deep breath, Asakusa Toru slowly put down his pen.
He'd written too much.
This diary entry was probably his longest one yet.
Chabashira Sae's record of crimes was simply too extensive.
The more he wrote, the angrier he got.
Before he knew it, he'd gone overboard.
There were too many spoilers.
Even judging by the "moderate spoiler" standard alone, he could tell this evaluation probably wouldn't exceed the story index.
And that was with him holding himself back.
If he'd really gone all out, who knew how much more he'd have written.
"...Hah."
Letting out a long breath, he expelled the frustration from his chest.
Little by little, his heart calmed down.
It's fine.
It's okay.
A corpse is a corpse.
She's not even his homeroom teacher.
Sure, his own homeroom teacher wasn't great either.
But at least now they were Class A.
As long as she didn't run into her bestie, she probably wouldn't go crazy.
More importantly—
He didn't care about class battles.
A, B, C, D—whatever.
He stood undefeated by default!
As long as I have no money, capital can't exploit me.
As long as I'm lazy enough, class warfare has nothing to do with me.
The only problem right now was—
"Why hasn't Horikita helped me promote my loan service yet?"
Asakusa Toru was puzzled.
He'd worked so hard as a therapist.
The timing for introducing his lending service was perfect.
Class D should be desperate for money right now.
No matter how you looked at it, she should've brought him some business.
But no.
A whole week had passed.
She hadn't contacted him at all.
He hadn't forgotten to add her contact info.
Horikita Suzune's name was clearly sitting in his terminal.
So what was going on?
Could it be she was too embarrassed to borrow money?
Was he really going to have to go to Class D himself?
Wouldn't that look like he was rushing to hand out money with ulterior motives?
Or should he contact Kushida Kikyo or Satou Maya?
Those were the only two other Class D students whose contacts he had.
"..."
Staring at the names on his terminal, Asakusa Toru hesitated for a moment.
Then he closed it.
Satou Maya wasn't very familiar with him.
And considering what he'd said back then, it'd be awkward to start chatting now.
As for Kushida Kikyo…
Messaging her now felt no different from messaging Horikita.
…Forget it.
No rush.
Wait a bit longer.
More important than lending money today—
Was the settlement.
[Today's record complete. Evaluation: 'C'. Drawing reward.]
[Draw successful. Congratulations, you obtained the skill 'Precision Throwing'.]
A natural sensation surfaced in his heart.
Without any explanation, he understood it completely.
Asakusa Toru casually pulled out a recorder, raised his hand, and released it.
"Whoosh—"
"—Clack."
A black shadow shot through the air.
It smashed into the wall, leaving a dent,
Then fell to the ground with a pat.
With his powerful arm strength and Precision Throwing's targeting,
The throwing technique he'd practiced for days without success was now effortless.
Cracks spread around the impact point.
A clear crater formed in the white wall.
The destructive power was obvious.
"Wow~"
Looking at the damage he'd caused, Asakusa Toru exclaimed in admiration.
Then he took out another recorder and threw it again.
Perfectly.
The tip struck the same crater as before.
The cracks widened.
The dent went deeper.
Everyone knows that recorders may be called "pens,"
But most of them are rectangular bars, not sharp at all.
So this result was already shocking.
Lethal-level power.
Two throws.
Same target.
Zero deviation.
…So this is Precision Throwing?
Surprisingly good.
But—
"Why the hell didn't you come earlier?!"
People are always greedy.
Even though hitting anything he wanted felt amazing,
Asakusa Toru still couldn't help complaining.
If he'd gotten this earlier,
Wouldn't he have saved a whole month of wasted training?!
Standing up slowly, he walked to the damaged wall.
He bent down, picked up the extra recorders,
And tossed them into the box where he stored duplicated copies.
Then he squatted and examined the wall up close.
Gray-white dents.
Fallen white debris.
Cracks spreading from the impact point.
"...Looks like I'll need some putty to fix this."
Leaving it alone probably wouldn't matter.
As long as it was fixed before graduation, no one would care.
But a hole looked ugly.
Brushing away the debris, he silently reviewed the effect.
He already knew it,
But it was still good to check the data.
[Name: Precision Throwing]
[Type: Skill]
[Effect: Greatly increases your throwing accuracy]
[Note: "Precise! Perfect!"]
"..."
…That note feels… uncooperative.
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