High School Hack and Slash Chapter 13 Part 1

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Pasifista


Trouble Girl

 The atmosphere in the student cafeteria on Saturday seems to be a little more buoyant than usual.

At Toyoashihara Academy, a technical college, the class schedule for general subjects is packed, so we only have one day off on Sunday.

That’s why I can relate to everyone feeling relaxed since on Saturday the conclusion of morning classes also means the ending of the week.

It’s about time for us new students to adapt to the atmosphere of the academy.

I’ve even caught sight of those who seem to have adapted too much that they end up acting somewhat out of restraint here and there.

Looking at the way they purposely bump into others, I can’t help but think: are they some sort of delinquents from the Showa era or something?

I think it’s because they are carrying swords on their waists that they are getting so worked up.

If they think about it carefully, they should realize that it’s not only them, the other side is also carrying a weapon, but I guess they’ve gotten too carried away.

Perhaps this kind of occurrence is akin to a rite of passage for new students, so senpai sirs seem to be watching over them with a lukewarm gaze.

I pick up the double katsudon set at the Japanese food lounge.

It is an adventurous work of the combination of a normal egg-coated katsudon and a sauce katsudon, but it is very hearty.

The large sake-cup-shaped bowl, like the one used in san-san-kudo ceremony, is also giving off exceptional impact.

I ordered a hefty portion of rice, so there’s also a considerable weight to it.

I think the crux to katsudon lies in the half-boiled egg that is steamed for the period the lid is closed.

It’s a race against time in order to be able to enjoy it at the right degree of doneness.

Making my way through the chaotic mess that’s scampering about going 「she’s my girl」 and 「you guys laid a hand on her」 and so on, I promptly head to my table.

The cook in charge of Japanese food is truly a professional personage, an unbelievable virtuoso who would adjust the steaming period in accordance with the number of our table, which is asked when we make the order.

「As expected, Katsudon, huh.」

「Yup.」

Seiichi and the others, who secured the table ahead, seem to have already started to enjoy their lunch.

Seiichi has a seafood kata yakisoba.

Mai has a plate of clubhouse sandwiches.

Shizuka has a Kyoto-style meal set.

The set meals are undisputedly delicious, but on a whim, we are in the middle of a challenge of something along trying to conquer the entire menu of the student cafeteria.

Fortunately, we have warm pockets.

Being able to eat whatever we want, as much as we want is a bliss.

When I open the lid, the steamy, salty-sweet and appetizing aroma is released.

The surface of the egg-coated katsudon has hardened into a slightly white color, signaling the perfect timing to enjoy it.

However, picking up my chopsticks, I begin my conquest from the sauce katsu poised on a bed of minced cabbage.

The crunchy feeling of the freshly fried batter unraveling in your mouth is supreme.

「… Yes. He’s as expressionless as usual, but I can tell that he’s happy.」

「He sure is easy to understand once you get to know him, Touma I mean.」

「So cute.」

The batter, which has absorbed the broth in which the half-boiled egg is amply tangled, still has a crispy texture to it, and is turning into a transient piece that’s achievable only by freshly fried food.

The unorthodox collaboration of sauce and egg-bound soup can also be said to be a combination that will keep your taste buds entertained.

Not eating it at once while it’s still steaming hot may amount to a blasphemy against cooking itself.

「Leaving Touma aside… Do you have business with us?」

「… not really, I have no business with you. But.」

The minced cabbage, the bed of the sauce katsu, is exquisite in that it’s both soft and crispy.

The combination of tonkatsu and cabbage is also an ironclad collaboration even in the set meal, but it has what you could call a synergistic effect to it.

The vegetable fiber and vitamin U in the cabbage help in digesting the greasy tonkatsu thus preventing heartburn.

「You guys look like a party that’s proceeding with your dungeon conquest well. You guys seem to be getting along well and all.」

「Well, to a certain extent.」

「Will you let me join your party too?」

「… Before speaking about that. Those people behind you, aren’t they members of your comrades?」

However, we mustn’t forget about the existence of the onions underneath the egg-coated tonkatsu.

The sweetness of the onion, dyed amber-colored by the broth, is an indispensable supporting actor of the egg-coated katsudon.

When you scoop it up with the rice and throw it in your mouth, you will feel like you can eat it as much as there’s to offer.

「It doesn’t matter, does it? If you let me join, I don’t mind you doing whatever you want with me, you know?」

「Are you looking down on me? Come back again after you wash your face.」

「Oh, Seiichi, you’re so cool. But, I sense a premonition of trouble….」

I put down my bowl of rice, sip my miso soup, and reach out my hand toward the cucumber pickles to refresh my palate.

Getting my palate, which is coiled with the lingering aftertaste of tonkatsu, reset, an invitation comes from the katsudon, which, as time passes, begins to show its other face as the dashi broth permeates it.

The surroundings seem to be getting a little noisy, but how tactless of them during mealtime.

As I’m sipping the miso soup with the bowl in hand, I see it jump onto the table.

I think it’s about the size of a Japanese monkey.

It has a hybrid appearance of a fusion of a bird and a monkey.

It’s black-colored with glowing eyes, giving it a techno look.

It’s just, I’d like it to refrain from showing off the member, which is disproportionate to its body size, rising from its crotch while I’m in the middle of a meal.

The way its tip sticks out is a total NG.

According to interface, it seems to be called 『Kage Mara Oni (Onmoraki)』

I don’t know why there’s a monster in such a place, but no one seems to care, so I guess it is let free at the academy.

Unlike the monsters in the dungeon, rather than SP indicator it has a GP indicator instead, after all.

After looking around restlessly, it laughs kekeke, before stomping and crushing Seiichi’s seafood kata yakisoba, spitting on Mai’s sandwich, and kicking away Shizuka’s tray of chawanmushi.

「Ah…!」

Shizuka lets out a sorrowful cry.

With its tongue dangling, the Onmoraki totters over and arrives in front of me, before then dipping its member into the bowl of my katsudon.

「You wretched thing!」

I think I’m a mild-mannered person if I do say so myself, but there are things that I can never tolerate.

Especially, I can’t stand the act of mistreating food.

So I swing my right hand with everything I have and knock down the Onmoraki, as if I’m mowing it down.

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The two sides, who had blood flooding into their heads and were glaring at each other at critical level, were all dumbfounded.

It was fortunate that the table behind them, broken apart from the center as if a grenade had exploded, was not occupied by anyone.

With a momentum that gave rise to a monstrous cry, he kicked over the chair and once again swung his right arm at the exploded table.

The combat technique common to all classes in the form of cladding SP as an armor (barrier) for both attacking and defending was said to be something similar to skills.

In the dungeon, it was something they instinctively utilized all the time in order to protect themselves from the miasma that filled the air.

Touma, whose switch was flipped on, released both of his SP and GP just as he did during dungeon dive.

Along with the echo of another explosion-like thunderous roar, the table was reduced to smithereens.

In the center of the wreckage, the crushed Onmoraki was convulsing and pathetically crying Gehi….

「Wh, what’s wrong, Touma? Did a bug annoy you?」

「… I can’t tolerate those who mistreat food.」

Overwhelmed by the fuming Touma, even the hangers-on, who partly had reached out toward the weapon on their waist, seemed close to parting with their spirit.

Incidentally, in order not to get smashed by the students whose physical abilities were enhanced due to leveling up, the tables of the student cafeteria were made of reinforced materials.

「I, I see… when I turned around, you destroyed the table into bits, so I couldn’t help but wonder just how much you hated the table.」

Under the gaze of Seiichi, who heaved out a sigh, another table burst and scattered.

The two female students who were eating the hamburger set at that table were frozen stiff, shaking with tears in their eyes.

Fortunately, Touma’s fist had merely pierced the table as though creating a clean hole on it, so there was no damage to their bodies.

To their bodies, that was it.

「… A fool who refuses to repents has to be punished.」

Along with faint cracking sounds as though the air was electrified, Touma’s black hair stood on ends, turning into like that of the horns of an Oni.

「Now now, calm down, Touma. It’s alright, it’s not like we’re going to fight or anything. We’re very friendly, after all. Right?!」

Following Seiichi’s desperate gaze to play along, the hanger-on boys surrounding them nodded their heads in tremble.

The Onmoraki, buried under the table wreckage, convulsed and raised a death throes, before then vanishing as though melting away.

「It’s gone.」

「Yeah, all problems have clearly been solved. Now then, let’s enjoy our food, what the heck is this?!」

It was similar to the crystallization process of star force (Astral) that was reduced to miasma after defeating a monster in the dungeon.

A faintly shining light indigo blue crystal rolled amidst the wreckage of the table.

「M, my seafood kata-yakisoba is….」

「Wh, what the, my sandwich is also rotting. Rather, it suddenly rots, what in the world is going on?」

Out of habit in the dungeon, Touma collected the crystal and stored it into item box as it was.

「My apologies.」

Bowing his head to the two girls who were trembling with teary eyes, Touma was surprised by the male students who before he knew it had encircled their surroundings.

As he tilted his head in wonder at the strangely uniform frightened look in their eyes, he caught sight of one girl kneeling on the ground in front of him.

「… Please. Please make me your comrade.」

With sincerity to the point of pressing her forehead against the floor, Nangou Saki (Name:Sand+Princess) desperately pleaded.

「By all means, please, please save me.」

Unusually moving his eyebrows in trouble, Touma heaved out a sigh before then dumping everything to Seiichi.

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