Kyosuke Hojo returned to the rental house from the station and froze as soon as he opened the door.

"It's strange, why did I get home so late, and I am running out of time to practice kendo today."

Shaking his head and not thinking about it anymore, Kyosuke Hojo walked into the house and quickly took off his school uniform, changed into big shorts and a tank top, and began to practice cutting on the balcony. Because it was a building, Kyosuke Hojo didn't practice moves that required pace coordination.

Nothing was said all night

Early the next morning, Kyosuke Hojo trotted to the school gate with a sword bag on his back.

"Whew, it's okay, I'm not late."

This morning, he didn't get on the train that was most timely, so he had to run to the school, but fortunately there were only two stops to get to the school.

"Hey, you're carrying something."

At the entrance of the school stood two senior students in charge of discipline, their sleeves rolled up high, looking fierce and vicious. Seeing Kyosuke Hojo carrying a sword bag on his back, he asked him.

"It's a bamboo knife."

Kyosuke Hojo opened the sword bag and showed it.

"Why did you bring a bamboo knife to school?"

Opening his mouth, Hojo Kyosuke originally planned to say that he was from the kendo club, but when he saw a senior next to him holding a bamboo knife in his hand, he was afraid that Li Ghost would meet Li Kui, so he said.

"I wanted to join the kendo club, so I ......"

Kyosuke Hojo doesn't know how to make it up next, if it's Sakura, he must be able to immediately make up the evil truth that others can't refute, he misses Sakura a little.

Fortunately, the senior with a bamboo knife next to him relieved him.

"Hey, boy, your vision is really good, the kendo club is the most powerful club in Dongcheng, if you join the kendo club, you will be my junior."

"Mingji, you're really enough, you really don't talk about the kendo club all the time."

"Remember my name, Akiji Takehiro, if you can successfully join the kendo club, I will cover you, come in."

Thanking this enthusiastic senior, Kyosuke Hojo hurriedly ran in.

The reason why he wanted to carry a bamboo knife was because yesterday he had noticed that something was wrong with this school. Obviously a school known for its high admission rate, but he found that this school was surprisingly violent.

First of all, there are no requirements for hair or anything like that, and yesterday a yellow stool head openly appeared in their class, and a purple airplane head, a brown ball head. He knew that there were many people with strange hair colors in this world, but it was the first time he had seen such a hairstyle in school.

When introducing themselves, these five people openly claimed that they were bad, and their nickname was the Dongcheng Five, but the teacher next to them was indifferent.

Secondly, from the discussion among the classmates after class, Kyosuke Hojo learned that there are real bad groups in the school.

In the end, what really made him sure that something was going to happen was a girl he saw at the school gate when school started.

[Tokyo Revengers: Hinata Tachibana (Supporting Role)]

Where there are celebrities, there is trouble, and Kyosuke Hojo is very sure. So he decided that he must carry a bamboo sword with him in school in the future, after all, 90% of his strength is in kendo. In fact, as long as it is a stick, he can do it, but it is still not as convenient as carrying a bamboo knife with him.

I trotted to the classroom, and as soon as I entered the classroom, the bell rang for the morning reading.

In the new school, he still sits in the protagonist's seat.

Picking up an English book in his hand, Kyosuke Hojo looked at the people in the class.

Sitting in front of him is the yellow poop head mentioned earlier, which seems to be called Hanagaki Martial Arts, and his admission score seems to be within the top ten. With such a good grade, I made such a frustrating hairstyle, I don't know if it's the kind of secondary two teenager who fantasizes about making a bad debut at the beginning of school.

On the right hand side is also a yellow stool head, but it is neater and shorter than Hanagaki Martial Arts'. With an eye, it looks very shrewd. He's the second-ranked Tetsuta Misaki in the entrance exam, and he's looking at the English textbook seriously.

Oh, by the way, there are actually acquaintances from Kyosuke Hojo in the class, or two.

Shimada Kazuki and Ishida Shoya, for these two people to be admitted to the East Castle, Hojo Kyosuke is not surprised, Shimada Kazuki has good grades, and Ishida Shoya is angry after being rejected by the collective, studying all day.

Soon it was time for the first class, and when he first arrived, Kyosuke Hojo didn't start sleeping immediately, but listened to the class in a proper manner, even though it was a math class that he had already finished teaching himself.

Suddenly, a shout interrupted the teacher's lecture.

Takemichi Hanagaki, who was sitting in front of Kyosuke Hojo, stood up suddenly, and it was he who made the shout.

After Takemichi Hanagaki stood up, he began to be in a daze there.

"Hanagaki-san, are you okay? Do you want to go to the infirmary? ”

The math teacher looked at Hanagaki Takemichi's sweaty head and pale face, and didn't care about reprimanding him for disrupting the class, so he hurriedly asked.

"I, I ......"

In the face of the teacher's inquiry, Hanagaki Martial Arts turned a deaf ear and raised his two hands to look at it non-stop.

"Wasn't I pushed off the rails? Why did you come here? Where is it? A classroom in my country? So behind me is the demon king of the sword, Kyosuke Hojo......"

At the same time, a message appeared in Hojo's mind:

"Fluctuations in time and space that do not belong to 'celebrities' have been detected and have been corrected."

What Hojo Kyosuke didn't know was that after the appearance of his system message, the memories of the future in Takemichi Hanagaki disappeared in an instant like the diary on Miyamizu Mitsuha's mobile phone, leaving only one thought.

"Be sure to recognize Kyosuke Hojo as the boss! Be sure to save Hinata Tachibana! ”

"Hanagaki-san! What's the matter with you? ”

Seeing that Takemichi Hanagaki was still standing there without answering his words, the math teacher raised his voice.

"Huh? Why am I standing all of a sudden? ”

Takemichi Hanagaki seemed to wake up suddenly.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I suddenly felt a little unwell." He quickly apologized and sat down.

"Don't you really need to go to the infirmary?" The math teacher is still not at ease, but Takedo Hanagaki is one of the top ten students in the admission.

"No, I'm much better."

"Then let's move on to the lesson."

The sound of the lecture continued to sound, and only the friends of Hanagaki Martial Dao, who were known as the Dongcheng Five, cast concerned glances at him.

But Takedo Hanagaki now just wants to figure out the inexplicable thought in his head, why would I want to recognize a nerd as the boss?

That's right, although his grades are also very good, Hanagaki Takemichi still hates those students with good grades, thinking that they are all boring nerds. It is also because of this that he went to dye his hair and made a new hairstyle with his friends after graduating from elementary school, and agreed to make a bad debut in junior high school.

It's almost the same as being my little brother, and so is that Tesaki Tetsuta, take them all as little brothers, and be responsible for helping me with my homework in the future.

Why don't you let Adun give up the position of boss to me, after all, I will soon have two younger brothers of my own, how can I still be the second-in-command.

And who is Hinata Tachibana? Why should I save her?

Putting this thought aside at will, Hanagaki Martial Arts continued to dream of his boss.

Kyosuke Hojo didn't take this to heart either, and continued to think about what he had just thought.

Just now he found out that there was one more missed answer on his phone, and the address showed Hida City, and the time was yesterday evening, and it only lasted for a second before he hung up. He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of whose call it was, so he had to treat him as a harassing call.