"Help me...... Who's going to save me!!!! ”

The man looked at Kengo Yamada, who was cracked open and covered with dark red blood scabs, and shouted abruptly.

Kengo Yamada shuddered, and almost couldn't help but slam the cabinet door back.

Why did you suddenly roar so loudly, it scared Lao Tzu.

It is said that 20 years ago, there was a sensational incident of campus violence at Shikei University.

A male student was found two weeks later by a delinquent teenager who had been locked in an iron cabinet in an abandoned club room, and it was said that he had survived for a few more days by devouring his own excrement and flesh......

Like most athletes, he has some superstitious ideas about his locker and doesn't change it easily.

So this locker, Kengo Yamada has been using it for almost three years.

It turns out you've been here all along.

"Ordinary heart, ordinary heart ......"

With these three words silently in his heart, Kengo Yamada calmly and quickly reached out and took out all the things that belonged to him in the iron cabinet.

"Good morning, Yamada Shogun!"

Just when Kengo Yamada pretended to be normal and put the items taken out of the locker on the table and sorted them out, ready to take them all away.

A man with short hair, as tall as Kengo Yamada, walked into the kendo club activity room with great vigor and greeted him loudly and respectfully.

This is a sophomore student, Daishi Kusunoki.

Looking at him, he is preparing to change his clothes and go to morning exercise.

"Help me...... Who's going to save me!!!! ”

The man in the locker roared again abruptly.

Why are you still yelling when you close the door?

Kengo Yamada's hand shook, and a piece of soap on the table slid down the table and fell to the feet of Kusunoki Daishi, who was still in a bowing posture.

Kusunoki Daishi, who was about to raise his head, looked at the soap in front of his feet, and his body seemed to be a little stiff.

"Oops, what's going on...... Nanmu-kun, please help me pick it up, thank you! ”

In the activity room of the kendo club, where there were only two people, the air instantly froze.

Kusunoki hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up some kind of determination.

His eyes condensed slightly, his core muscles tightened, and he carefully and quickly crouched down on the spot, reaching out to pick up the soap in front of him.

The whole process went straight up and down, without bending over and pouting the buttocks.

Very good, perfect, 10 points.

The soap was in his hands, and Kusunoki Daishi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, clamping his hips and standing up.

I have been practicing the "correct posture of picking up soap" in public baths for many years, and I have not yet become unfamiliar.

At this moment, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

He looked back slowly.

Kengo Yamada, who was originally directly in front of him, appeared behind him at some point.

"Ahem...... Oshi, how long have you been in the kendo club? ”

Just when Kusunoki Daishi was in danger, Kengo Yamada suddenly asked with a serious expression.

"Minister Yamada, I applied to join the kendo club after I was fortunate enough to see Araki's predecessors winning all the way in the fall of the previous year...... I joined the kendo club in order to pursue pure kendo, absolutely, without any other, other intentions! ”

When he was picking up soap, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder by the minister affectionately, and he called his name, and Kusunoki Daishi replied loudly "flattered".

"Well, now Araki's seniors have also retired, and I'm a junior this year...... The name of the Great Kendo Department of the Astringent Sutra will depend on you to pass it on in the future. You must know that among the second-year students, I am most optimistic about you. ”

Not noticing his strange appearance, Kengo Yamada said earnestly.

"But Minister, we are really not suitable...... And I'm sick there......"

I only heard words like "the most optimistic" and "it's you", and Nanmu Dazhi has no master and is incoherent.

"What are you talking about, I'm saying that you will be the first to do next year."

"Huh? It turns out that you have always been so optimistic about me, minister? But didn't you reprimand me a few days ago for being too rough with my sword and not being rounded enough...... Could this be the legendary deep responsibility of love? ”

Saying this, Nanmu Dazhi, who recalled it, couldn't help but tears of joy in his eyes.

Joined the kendo club, aiming for Araki's seniors, and after working hard for more than a year, he has only been able to sit on the cold bench.

"So, wouldn't I be...... The next minister? ”

The more Kusunoki Daishi thought about it, the farther he looked, as if he had already seen the picture of himself winning the national championship and becoming the new minister.

"Of course it's true, even Araki-senpai thinks so! By the way, in order to keep in mind the expectant gaze behind you, from today onwards, my locker will be used by you. ”

Before Kusunoki could react, Kengo Yamada quickly put the contents of the other party's locker into his locker, and then took out his own pile of things.

Then, as if inheriting the throne of the emperor, he handed over the key to the cabinet to the other party in a sacred and solemn manner.

"It turns out that Araki-senpai also ...... me Minister, I will certainly live up to your expectations. ”

For Kusunoki Daishi, it is such an honor to inherit the locker of the main general in advance.

Kengo Yamada carried a long bag of wooden swords for training and left in style under the tearful gaze of Kusunoki Daishi.

Coming out of the club room, Kengo Yamada, with a rumbling stomach, went straight to the school cafeteria.

The breakfast at the Shikei Cafeteria is varied and inexpensive.

Kengo Yamada looked around, there were not many students coming for breakfast at this time, and he didn't see any strange figures.

Having chosen his favorite rice, miso soup, grilled salmon and steamed eggs, he sat down in the corner and was ready to treat his overly frightened body after exercise.

After taking a bite of the tender grilled salmon, he immersed himself in the soup and drank it.

The slightly hot miso soup made him feel the beauty of life again.

"Tick, tick".

Above, there seemed to be some liquid dripping onto the table.

Kengo Yamada looked up and followed the sound.

"Poof......

The miso soup in his mouth squirted all over the table.

Not far above his seat, a middle-aged woman in a coarse cloth robe was hanging from a beam of the room with a thick rope, her tongue sticking out, and her eyes staring at him motionlessly.

The black saliva in his mouth was dripping down the tip of his long tongue.

"Oops, the miso soup is too hot, but it's surprisingly delicious."

In places like the cafeteria, have anyone ever hanged themselves?

"Ordinary heart, ordinary heart ......"

Silently reciting the three-character sutra for practicing kendo, under the gaze of the person on the head, Kengo Yamada "snorted" after drinking the hot miso soup, gobbling up breakfast, and left in embarrassment.

In the spacious teaching room, Kengo Yamada sat in the last row tremblingly.

If it weren't for the fact that the course credits were dangerous, he wouldn't want to come.

At the front of the classroom, the professor of philosophy is taking a roll call.

"Kengo Yamada."

"Here."

Kengo Yamada replied with a strong breath.

"There's no one here, please sit down in front of me so I can speak quietly."

The gray-haired philosophy professor trembled and pointed to the "empty" first row.

Several "spirits", black and thin, smaller than babies, were frolicking and climbing on his shoulders.