The Azure Sea is not a warrior with ripped clothes.

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"Yu, Zi, how about we draw a fortune stick to predict our luck?"

"Drawing lots, is there a shrine here?"

The pace of the invasion slowed down. Miyazawa Yu, who was carrying many family heirloom prizes from various stalls like a bandit, turned to look at Nanaka-nee and also noticed the shrine stall behind her.

"There really are some. How much does a contract cost?"

"For customers who pay 500 yen, our fortune-telling for love luck is very accurate!"

Unsuspectingly, Miyazawa Yu pulled out his wallet and walked over to get a fortune telling slip. He was completely unaware of the sinister smirk hidden in the darkness beneath the stall owner's strange, pointed black cloak.

Chapter 180 Yamamoto's Spinal Cord Sword!

"Huh? Your shrine is actually famous for its romantic luck?"

"Haha, it's a tourist destination after all, so it's normal that a larger proportion of our customers are couples who are traveling together~"

With her head down, she pushed the lottery box forward a little. The staff member, who looked remarkably like a rookie member of the FFF boy band, let out an unpleasant laugh, which made Miyazawa Yu hesitate for a moment, as she already felt something was off.

However, after frowning and pausing his hand in mid-air for a few seconds, he finally stared at the guy in front of him, who exuded a strong aura of scum, with a strange look, and put his hand into the lottery tube.

It's just a lottery anyway. Even if you encounter a shady shop that suddenly raises prices, it's not easy to fight back with your own strength!

Besides, Azusa-senpai and Nanaka-nee are both watching with great anticipation. If I were to back out at the last minute, wouldn't it make me look like I have something to hide?

"Hmm... how about this one?"

"Oh~!"

"Open it and take a look!"

After swirling his hand around in the fortune-telling tube twice, Miyazawa Yu finally pulled out the chosen fortune slip and slapped it on the table.

Seeing this, Nanaka Kotegawa and Azusa Hamaoka curiously leaned closer, and the three of them almost intertwined their hands to peel off the layers of the fortune slip.

【Good luck! 】

[Empty seats remain uninvited, new flowers bloom on branches; those destined to meet will find each other even from afar, and acquaintances will transcend geographical boundaries!]

As Miyazawa Yu had predicted, it was a great fortune. This is a traditional skill of Japanese shrines. After all, even if a shrine is very accurate, if it keeps drawing bad fortune slips, it would probably be regarded as a curse from the shrine maiden.

"Honestly, you made me worry for so long..."

Scratching his head, Miyazawa Yu let out a long sigh, put on an apologetic smile, and handed the fortune slip to the man in black robes opposite him. "I'm sorry for misunderstanding you, young man. Please interpret this fortune for us."

"Oh, it's okay! It's okay! Don't be discouraged even if you draw a very unlucky lot. Although we're usually very accurate when it comes to praying for love luck, but..."

"Huh? What do you mean by 'major misfortune'? It's a very auspicious sign!"

"Gah!?"

The arrogant voice stuck in his throat, and the increasingly ugly expression under Yamamoto Shinichiro's cloak, which was trying to completely erase the traitor from society by misinterpreting the meaning of the document, froze instantly.

He abruptly looked up and met Miyazawa Yu's sincere gaze. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, across his trembling cheeks, and onto his stomach—

This isn't right! There should only be a very unlucky fortune stick in the fortune-telling box that I drew myself. How could Yu have drawn a very lucky one?

"Um... wait a moment!!!"

With his teeth clenched tightly, Shinichiro Yamamoto snatched the note Yu handed him with a snap, then turned his back and stared intently at it.

However... there was no flaw in it!

Both the paper used and the handwriting are definitely from the shrine!

This means that Yu, that bastard, didn't use the lucky fortune slip he had prepared beforehand to make up the numbers; he really did draw a lucky fortune slip from the container that was full of unlucky fortune slips!

How! How could this be! I don't believe it! I absolutely don't believe it!!!

With his heart pierced by the gun called reality, Shinichiro Yamamoto knelt on the ground, wailing silently, two lines of bloody tears slowly flowing from his eyes.

Is Yu destined to kill two birds with one stone? Even the gods are on his side!

"Emmm...um, sign?"

If Shinichiro Yamamoto's inner thoughts can be described as a personal mini-drama, then this series of actions becomes an incomprehensible pantomime in the eyes of Yu Miyazawa and the other two.

Completely baffled as to why the man in the black robe suddenly seemed to have suffered a psychological blow, Miyazawa Yu looked at his trembling, sobbing back and felt a familiar, overwhelming sense of utter scumbagness wash over him.

"Hiss... Senior Azusa, how about we just go to the shrine and get a fortune slip?"

"Okay, let me look at the map..."

"Wait a minute! Whoosh—!"

Seeing that the prey sensed something was wrong and was about to escape, Shinichiro Yamamoto forced himself to pull himself together from his grief and, sniffling, reached out to stop the sweet trio in front of him.

"There was something wrong with the previous lot. Please draw another one!"

"do not want!"

He pulled both Azusa-senpai and Nana-ka into his arms, and Miyazawa Yu took two steps back, his eyes instantly becoming wary.

You should know that in Japan, repeatedly drawing lots is considered disrespectful to the gods. What respectable shrine would say that the customer's lot is problematic? In his opinion, the problem lies with this strange shrine staff!

In short, consider the money you've already paid as a waste, and stay as far away from these strange, unlicensed stalls as possible!

"Dream on! Draw that big breast, Yu!!!"

Now that he's been discovered, Shinichiro Yamamoto will stop acting!

With a swish, he ripped off his black robe, and his enormous body leaped over the shop's partition in a bizarre manner.

A paper slip with blood-red, ominous characters hidden between his fingers shot out with a whooshing sound, clearly being used as a throwing knife, aimed directly at Miyazawa Yu's vital points!

"What?! Yamamoto!!! No wonder it felt so familiar, it turns out it's you, you scum!"

Holding Azusa-senpai and Nanaka-nee, Yu jumped backward to avoid the scattering of ominous paper slips. Miyazawa Yu instantly recognized Yamamoto, whose face was covered in tears, and his expression immediately relaxed.

That's not surprising. If it were that beast Yamamoto, he could do anything, no matter how abstract.

He made a rough guess: the guy had drawn a bunch of unlucky cards and had nowhere to vent his anger, so he happened to run into some guys who naturally projected their resentment onto him.

but……

"Ha, Yamamoto is nothing but a mere Yamamoto. You think you can stop my diving trip? Dream on!"

With a sneer, facing the bastard Yu's downward thumb, Shinichiro Yamamoto wiped away the tears that wouldn't obey him, and stepped back with his right leg, raising a cloud of dust to gather strength.

"Is that so? Then take this!"

With a sudden stomp of his foot, creating a circular shockwave, and with a death wish, Yamamoto Shinichiro launched himself forward like a cannonball, shouting, "[Secret Technique: The Useless Kiss That a Perpetual Virgin Can't Give]!!!"

"..."

Although it's impolite to make sarcastic remarks during a life-or-death battle, Miyazawa Yu still has to say that Yamamoto's naming ability is truly indescribable.

He released Azusa-senpai and Nanaka-nee's waists, took two quick steps forward, and unhesitatingly unleashed a Leo Flying Kick at Yamamoto's large face.

For those guys who never learn their lesson and resort to such disgusting tactics, we should use force to teach them who's in charge!

only……

"Ha~ We've fallen for their trap!"

"what?"

Just a second before the insole made contact with the face plate, Shinichiro Yamamoto's face, which was previously obscured by his eyes, suddenly broke into a sinister, maniacal laugh.

Admittedly, Yu's fighting prowess is unmatched among the scumbags, but even so, she has improved after being baptized by the speed bumps!

"Hehehe! Muda muda! Eat my bouncy tank!"

Laughing wildly, he turned his head to the side, making his fleshy shoulders the front line against the enemy. Shinichiro Yamamoto managed to create an opportunity to pass by by using the shock absorption of his fat layer!

Now it's time to fight back!

"Come on, Yu! Even though this isn't my first kiss, I'll still accept it!"

"!!!"

As Yamamoto's thick, juicy lips magnified in his vision, Miyazawa Yu's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints, and his intuition, stemming from his bloodline, immediately raised the danger alarm in his head to the highest level.

If I were to be kissed, I'm afraid I'd die from not being able to accept reality!

Being kissed by a man to the point of mortification—I don't want that!

【liberation】!!

The black and white in his pupils instantly reversed, and grotesque blue veins stretched from his thighs, around his buttocks, and down to both sides of his cheeks, indicating a liberation rate exceeding 80%.

"Give it to me! Sine!!!"

With boundless power seemingly generated from his waist and abdomen, the world before Miyazawa Yu's eyes almost stood still, and all he needed to do was twist his body 360 degrees in mid-air, and then...

The fist circled his body, carrying a gust of wind and unstoppable momentum as it slammed into Shinichiro Yamamoto's face.

Even with the fat cushioning the impact, the remaining force still propelled him downwards.

"Bang——!!!"

"Wow! Cough cough! That's really strong..."

After the deafening roar subsided and the dust settled, Shinichiro Yamamoto, lying amidst the cratered concrete, watched as Yu, who had landed like a war god, landed with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"But it's too late. I never even dreamed of defeating you, Yu! Nojima!!!"

"Ready in position!"

"Ugh?"

"When?"

Worried that Yu might do something terrible like killing his classmate, Nanaka Kotegawa and Azusa Hamaoka, seeing that the battle had stopped, were startled by a sound behind them before they could even go forward to check.

At the same time, turning his head, a figure standing proudly in a leather jacket, like a flamingo, came into view.

"Hehe... Hehe hahaha!!!"

"Yu! When did you come to the misconception that we are your target? Come on! Look at me! Everyone, look at me!"

From a murmured murmur with his head down to a loud laugh, Nojima Gen, with a dramatic expression that stretched from the corners of his mouth to his ears, pulled open his feather cloak, and a blinding black holy light burst forth.

When the light faded, the onlookers, whose attention had been drawn to the pervert, finally saw the photos hanging inside the guy's clothes. Almost all of them were scenes of Miyazawa Yu drinking.

Many of the angles were so novel that even Hamaoka Azusa and Kotegawa Nanaka had never seen them before, and the forbidden knowledge uncontrollably seeped into their minds.

"From this angle, it's so magnificent..."

"Nojima-kun, can we add each other on Line? We can send you this kind of good stuff first next time!"

"No problem, no problem! It would be my honor to add Miss Beautiful on Line!"

With a dark expression, Miyazawa Yu watched as Nojima chuckled and exchanged Lines with Azusa-senpai. The veins on Miyazawa Yu's face bulged to their limit as the onlookers covered their eyes and stared at Xiao Tou.

"Hehehe! How about it, Yu, how does social death feel?"

"..."

With a cracking sound as he twisted his stiff neck, Miyazawa Yu silently walked over to Yamamoto Men, who had been mocking him, and a kind smile bloomed on his face.

"Gurgle~ Yu, what are you trying to do!?"

With a vague sense of foreboding, and relying on the extraordinary vitality unique to scumbags, Shinichiro Yamamoto swallowed hard, turned around, and attempted to escape in four-wheel drive.

However, the next second, a huge, all-encompassing hand pressed down on his head, pinning his chubby body to the spot and making him frantically doggy paddle.

"You two bastards! Die! Yamamoto Spinal Sword!"

A tsunami of fury poured out, and Miyazawa Yu grabbed Yamamoto's head, roared to the sky, and vanished in an instant, leaving only a blurry afterimage in his vision due to his incredible speed.

As for his true form...

After leaving a blur of Yamamoto's body, how could the fallen angel Nojima possibly withstand the furious blow from the muscular god? His flamboyant pink leather jacket instantly shattered.

"Pfft!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and from then on, Nojima became Miyazawa Yu's prisoner.

"Tell me! How did you two know I was here too?"

"Heh, did you think we'd betray our comrades? Impossible!"

With their heads in someone's hands and their lives hanging in the balance, Yamamoto and Nojima still chose to show their fearless heroism when faced with the choice between their lives and their friends!

Such confident pronouncements actually fooled many onlookers into thinking that these two freaks were actually decent men, except...

"That's right! I will never tell you that it was Iori and Kohei who betrayed your whereabouts! Give up!"