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High School Hack and Slash Chapter 132 Part 2

「Pull yourself together, Kazuto! You’re the great Hero we’re relying on, after all!」

Sena, smacking Kazuto on the back with all her might, set a fire under him.

「She’s right… That’s right. Kazuto. You are not alone. You have us, don’t you?」

「Yes. If we work together, no matter what kind of opponent we are faced with, I am sure we will never lose.」

「That’s right. I mean, I mean, you’re the great Hero, after all, Kazuto!」

「… You guys.」

As the white something was retracted, live energy bloomed in the face of Kazuto.

Perhaps inspired by the changing atmosphere, Kotarou and Takeshi raised their faces as well.

「They’re, right. Certainly, perhaps this time could be said to be a good opportunity for us.」

「Hah, fine by me. That means we can’t afford to get cold feet forever, right? Then let’s make it clear, shall we?」

That was the light of the resistance, the beacon of rebellion.

Often ceases, people that were backed to the corner ceased to be able to tell the distinction between ideals and dreams.

And then, they ceased to be able to see reality until they found themselves in a fatal moment.

As proof of this, they were harboring intense sexual desire.

It was as if their instincts, sensing a life-threatening situation, were trying to leave behind offspring.

「Hyaahn…. Kazuto, so intense!」

Composure, which looked down on women’s reaction in some respects, couldn’t be sensed from his vigorous, devouring-like hips movement.

He furiously rammed his penis, which had become engorged, into Mii’s skirt, where the hem was shortened to the level that her panties were flashing on a regular basis.

For these girls, who had adapted to the mating they were made to do over and over again on a daily basis, sex was not a means of reproduction but a means of pleasure communication.

Therefore, it had become a part of their daily lives deprived of a sense of specialness, and the threshold leading to the act was also low.

However, when it came to sexual acts, the ceasing of stimulation had both advantages and disadvantages.

Even so, many students found themselves indulging in idle sex, letting their overflowing sexual desires get the better of them.

「There, there, that’s the way. Here here!」

「Hyan, you, gorillaa… Ahn, ahn!」

As Sena braced her legs on the floor in a half-standing position, Takeshi, holding her from behind, nailed his hips into her buttocks.

The penis, which slipped out many times due to the intensity, was relentlessly reinserted into the vaginal hole.

「C’mon, what are you doing, Shiho? You too, get in line and stick your ass out.」

「Y, yes.」

Shiho, standing next to Sena, put her hand inside her skirt and pulled down her panties on her own accord, before then rolling up her skirt as she presented her bare buttocks.

In following Takeshi’s orders, options such as question or refusal didn’t exist in Shiho’s mind.

She simply complied with his demand appropriately.

「Good graciousness, I wonder what will happen if we were to be summoned to the stage as we are?」

「Hnn, hnn… Kota, rou.」

Kotarou, taking the trouble to remove Yayoi’s skirt as well, stroked her slender, toned buttocks flesh.

「Well, we’ll simply have you girls go out on stage with your genitals covered in sperm as you are, though.」

「Kotarou… Please, at least, let it out, deeper…」

Being made to place her hands on the seat board of the chair, Yayoi shook her head at the semen that was poured into the shallow part of her sharply stuck out vaginal opening.

「Very well. I’m brimming with more energy than ever, after all. I don’t know how many shots I’m going to end up making.」

「Hnn… Nghh… Hnn…」

As Kotarou continued to press her with persistent hips movements, Yayoi writhed and stuck out her tongue as she hung her head.

These actions were far from restful, but in a sense, they were back to their usual tension.

Surely, in the next match, they would be able to exhibit their full strength, no doubt about it.

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Stage: 『East Wind Gate (Eurus)』

「Guhahaha! What’s wrong, what’s wrong? Is that all you’ve got?!」

A large man howling with laughter swung a huge double-bladed ax.

*Boom* The impact, which shattered the floorboards, shook the entire stage.

His legs and arms were as thick as logs, and his stubbly, dignified face was not unlike that of a student.

He was a barbarian with a naivete that got slightly hurt when he was called old-fashioned.

Such was the boss of the current A-rank club『Tyrannical Dragon Chicken Dragon (Volkei King)』.

「Ptui… Talking quite a lot in the middle of a fight, aren’t we? Huh?」

The first round had been concluded at all stages, and the second round had begun at the venue.

By checking the knockout tournament table, it was possible for each club to know who their next opponent was.

However, no matter who their next opponent was, they were not allowed to desert the match.

Besides, since the tournament served as the subject of betting by bookmakers, if one were to show lack-of-guts appearance, sanctions from the audience would await them.

Even if it was a fight in which they had no chance of winning, it was necessary for them to get beaten up in a way that the audience would be satisfied.

The puny clubs that had been lucky enough to make it to the main tournament were eliminated in the first round, and the venue’s voltage was rising as the matches were beginning to be competitive.

Much less to say, a match that had been thought to be a kill-joy in such an atmosphere, the current A-rank vs. current F-rank.

Overturning the instant-kill expectation, a proper fight was going on.

Upset (Giant Killing) was the best entertainment that the audience always wished to see.

「I’m getting tired of being made fun of, you see… It’s about time to smash this guy into your guts!」

Eiji, spitting out a reddish spit, clanged the pile-tonfa he held on both hands.

It was the partner that had been serving as Eiji’s fang, not breaking even after parrying and exchanging blows against the『Lion’s Roar Axe』, a high-ranking magic item from the dungeon.

「Kukuku, I just can’t get enough of it, man. This year’s first year sure is full of interesting guys.」

The one who put into practice freedom and violence, the symbol of the academy, was the『Tyrannical Dragon Chicken King (Volkei King)』.

In some respects, many students even harbored reverence toward the primitive and overwhelming violence that was so easy to understand.

Carrying an ax akin to a lump of iron over two meters in length on his shoulder, the president fixed a gaze at their opponents, all of whom were standing on their own feet, even if battered and bruised.

「I like you. How’s it, interested in becoming my younger brother? It’ll allow you to have a slightly larger face, you know?」

「… I’m grateful for the offer, but… I may look like this, but I’m carrying a sign. It’s still a tiny, trash-like sign. But you see, if I go and throw it away, the 『man』 inside me will be as good as dead!」

「Guhahaha! Great, you’re just the best. Come and give me everything you’ve got!」

One-on-one battle between fellow club presidents.

Even though there was a clear difference in strength, there was no one tactless enough to disturb it.

「Good graciousness, talk about tough luck. The title of『A』 rank isn’t just for show, huh.」

「Ouch ouch… I can’t see any path to win this one. I expected that would be the case, but still….」

With their whole bodies covered in wounds, they were literally living up the phrase: having wounds all over one’s body.

Byakuya, who was holding his shattered right shoulder, nodded at Shou’s murmur as he pulled out the dagger stuck in his thigh.

Their brazenness, acting all carefree in the face of glaring defeat, was the same as their club president (Eiji).

A mental state reachable only by those who had gone to conquer the dungeon with the resolution of risking annihilation at times, as opposed to the normal practice of taking safety margin and raising one’s level by hunting a large number of lower ranked monsters.

Only such people could fight against higher-ranked opponents.

「As I thought, you see… Swiftly losing would’ve spared us the pain, wouldn’t it?」

The one who was exasperated by such male members was the sole female regular member, Kyouko.

She was a number-juggling personnel for the four male members, and although she had a sword in her hand, she didn’t step out to the front line.

「That’s, not good… It’s not good to keep getting looked down. Unless you prove that when you get hit, you hit back, it’s not good.」

「Go take some break, Amane. Do you know that you’re the closest one to dying?」

Kyouko supported Amane, whose complexion was pure white and looked like he was about to collapse, barely hanging onto his magic staff.

「Rather, if you were intending to go at it for real, shouldn’t you have brought Eri in instead of me? Your magic is effective against those barbarians, no?」

「I’ll never put Erika on the table. I just have to do my best for her part as well.」

「… Hah, putting up a strong front with glittering eyes. So you’re also a boy, after all. Good graciousness, acting like a totally different person. So that’s why Eri is so lovestruck at you, huh.」

A male classmate who was too timid that he was unable to make eye contact.

Sniffing a strong male scent from Amane, who used to be her target of bullying, confusion occurred inside her heat-filled body.

「Ooooh! Take this, you drum-bellied bastard!」

「I’m not metabolic. I told you these are muscles, didn’t I?!」

Eiji, jumping in with a spirited shout, swung his right arm.

The trajectory was not that of a punch, but a swing.

His maai was extended in proportion to the length of the shaft of the tonfas he was using as arm guards.

By nature, the tonfas in Eiji’s hands were a weapon designed for zero-range combat.

However, taking advantage of this slight difference in maai, he went to strike ever-changing blows.

They easily hit the huge body, which was not clad in any protective equipment.

Utilizing the difference in physique to sneak into the chest area, he increased the number of blows by closing in on his opponent to the limit.

Purposely not using his skills, he brought his opponent into a battle style that did not allow them to use them.

It was not a strategy that he thought up in his head, but a battle tactic that Eiji’s instincts led him to.

Although he had a number of abilities (skills) that could allow him to forcefully mow these attacks down, the boss wasn’t one to put a damper on the challenge of a lower-ranked opponent.