Inside the quiet chairman's office, two figures sat facing each other across a large desk.
One of them was the current chairman of Advanced Nurturing High School, Sakayanagi. A middle-aged man who exuded a sense of calm authority, yet carried an easy-going demeanor.
Seated opposite him was a young man, around 31 years old, with soft blond hair and half-lidded eyes that gave off a lazy, almost indifferent air. His appearance had an uncanny resemblance to Kurapika from the Yorknew City arc of Hunter x Hunter.
Sakayanagi glanced at the man and let out a small chuckle.
"Mr. Kure Erioh informed me in advance that he would be sending someone, but I never expected it to be you."
As he spoke, he reached out to take a document from the desk—an application form. Normally, such paperwork would go through the Human Resources Department, but considering that this candidate had been sent by none other than the President of the Bank of Japan, even the highest authority in the school couldn't afford to ignore it.
Sakayanagi skimmed through the form.
Applicant: Mochigase
Height: 183 cm
Weight: 69 kg
Former Occupation: Captain of the 9th Squad, Assassin
Sakayanagi's eyes narrowed slightly.
Mochigase had once served as a Bodyguard—one of Katahara Metsudo's personal elite forces. Alongside the Fang of Metsudo, they made up half of the power that kept Metsudo in control. These men weren't ordinary fighters; they were weapons in human form.
And yet, someone of his caliber was applying to be... a high school P.E. teacher?
It was almost comical. Like seeing a quantum mechanics PhD applying for a position in a security patrol unit.
Mochigase noticed Sakayanagi's subtle amusement and smiled.
"There are many reasons for it," he said casually. "The Kure family's... reputation has never been great outside our circles. If one of them were to be sent directly, even if you approved it, the board would likely object. Using the president of Film Source as a front eliminates unnecessary trouble, don't you think?"
Sakayanagi nodded. "That's a fair point."
Without hesitation, he opened his desk drawer, took out a red ink pad, dipped his seal into it, and stamped the bottom right corner of the form.
"Consider it done. I'll inform the personnel department."
"Appreciated," Mochigase said with a slight bow. "Since the paperwork is settled, I won't take up any more of your time."
Just as he reached the door, he paused and turned back.
"Oh, and one more thing. I'm sure you already understand, Chairman Sakayanagi... Senior Kure Erioh may have agreed to your proposal, but that doesn't mean he's given up on turning his grandson into a fighter. There are plenty of ambitious people in the outside world, people willing to carry on his will."
A shadow flickered across Sakayanagi's face.
"After all..." Mochigase smirked. "He is our Undecided Fang."
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Morning Mishaps and a New P.E. Teacher
As the saying goes, misfortune never comes alone.
First, the morning test had been laced with hidden killing intent.
Now, right after the exam, they were hit with another bombshell—a change in P.E. teachers.
Their previous instructor had been a friendly, easygoing man who occasionally even paid out of his own pocket as a reward for good performance. But he was leaving.
In his place?
A "devil instructor" so terrifying that even Chabashira had warned them about him in advance.
By the time afternoon P.E. rolled around, the students of Class D were filled with a growing sense of dread as they walked towards the playground.
Advanced Nurturing High School had a varied physical education program. Some days, class was held at the swimming pool, other times in the table tennis room, basketball court, or even the tennis court. But today…
They were gathering at the outdoor track and field.
Under normal circumstances, no one would have thought much of it.
But after Chabashira's ominous warning?
It was hard not to overthink.
Are they really gonna make us do frog jumps around the entire track…?
At the front of the group, Kei Karuizawa clung to Kure Ragna's arm, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Hey, don't you think this new teacher sounds terrifying?"
She wasn't worried about getting beaten or anything.
She was worried because her P.E. performance was garbage.
Most students had a C in physical ability. Kei's rating? D.
Bottom-tier.
If this new teacher was as strict as they said, she'd definitely suffer the most.
Kure Ragna glanced at her and gave a blunt but honest response.
"Scary? Nah. If anything, he's handsome by conventional standards."
Kei blinked. "Wait, how would you even know that?"
Yukinoshita Haruno, walking on Ragna's other side, tilted her head. "Yeah, have you met him before?"
"I have. Plenty of times," Ragna said vaguely. He didn't feel like explaining.
"You'll see when we get there."
As they approached the field, a figure was already waiting near the track, leaning against the shaded wall. When he saw them, he casually waved a hand.
Minutes later, Class D stood in a neat formation.
Their expectations had been set.
They had braced themselves for some hulking brute—a monstrous man built like a wrestler, someone who would scream at them until their legs gave out.
Instead…
The man in front of them was slim, blond, and barely 170 cm tall.
Dressed in a white shirt, dress pants, and leather shoes, he looked less like a P.E. teacher and more like a freshly recruited salaryman.
There was even a slight hunch in his posture.
"Alright, let's get introductions out of the way," the man said in a completely relaxed tone. "My name's Mochigase. You can just call me Mr. Mochigase. I'll be filling in as your substitute P.E. teacher for this semester."
His voice was soft.
His demeanor was mild.
If they hadn't been warned beforehand, they'd think this guy was completely harmless.
"Of course," Mochigase continued, flexing his left hand. "A small guy like me isn't as strong as those muscle-bound giants, but..."
With a casual motion, he swung his fist back—
BOOM!
The entire wall behind him cracked apart, sending a deep, echoing shockwave across the field.
The students of Class D froze.
The air fell silent.
Mochigase lowered his fist, dusted off his shirt, and smiled.
"...Well, at least I can still do this much."
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