Academy SP 〜An Ex-Mercenary Reincarnated as a Mob in a Gal Game. I Ditched My Bodyguard Job to Enjoy High School Life, but When the Ultra-Rich Heroines Were About to Get Killed, I Stepped In… and Somehow Built a Harem Powerful Enough to Control Japan〜 - Chapter 94, 95 & 96

Chapter 94

Side: Urabe

(What the hell… is going on here?)

I was confused.

This blood-soaked scene.
Six men lying on the ground.

They were all—my guys.

The Tosa Family, the blade of the Satsuroukai that moved in the shadows of Japan’s underworld…
…was now practically wiped out.

By just one kid standing right in front of me…!

“UGYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! It’s coming out! It’s coming out!! My blood…! My blood…!! UGYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH…!!”

Kojima crawled across the floor, grabbing the belt from his pants.

Then he wrapped it tightly around the base of his severed right arm.
By tightening it, he managed to stop the bleeding—for now.

“Aaah… aaahhhhhh…”

But his eyes were already empty.

Thanks to the drugs, he probably didn’t feel much pain—but his entire body had been carved up with the dagger that kid took from him.
He had lost too much blood.

He couldn’t fight anymore.
More than that—if we didn’t get him to an underground doctor right away…

He was dead. For sure.

(Fucking bastard…!)

Kojima—who was basically unbeatable with a blade—getting taken down this easily…
That was completely outside my expectations.

And that kid—

He snatched the dagger from Kojima and carved him up with it…

But he deliberately aimed for shallow cuts—just slicing the surface.

He could’ve slit his carotid artery.
He could’ve ended it with a single stab to the torso.

But he chose not to.

—Because that kid had enough room to spare to carve Kojima up like that.

In other words—

He had overwhelming skill.

Enough to fight while looking down on Kojima—
The very same Kojima who was feared in the underworld…!

Cutting off everything below the elbow that easily—

That’s not something you do with ordinary technique.

(You see it sometimes… When you live by fighting, every now and then a monster shows up—some punk from the streets or a half-gang kid with insane strength and guts. But those are just rough gems. Raw talent at best… But what is this…? This kid… the power coming off him—It’s refined… polished…!)

…This is humiliating.

Me—the boss of the Tosa Family—

Feeling threatened by some brat for the first time in my life.

I glanced at my fallen men.

Two of them went down instantly.

Ishiyama had his forehead split open—
Wakou had his jaw crushed—
Kojima had his arm cut off—

And yet—

What’s truly unbelievable is that all six of them…

Are still alive.

I checked their condition.

If left like this, they’re in danger—but if we get them to a hospital right away, they’ll survive.

I’ve been in this line of work long enough.
I’ve seen plenty of people on the verge of death.

From experience—I know that’s true.

And that’s exactly why—

The scene in front of me feels so terrifying…
And at the same time, it pisses me off.

(…This kid… he left them alive on purpose…!)

At first glance, it’s a brutal scene—but the fact that all of them are still alive, even in this half-dead state…

That means that kid—Takahashi—was controlling his strength perfectly.

Normally, when someone gives in to anger, people die fast.
Especially in fights between amateurs or street punks—that kind of thing happens all the time.

They don’t understand real combat or how to handle violence, so it turns into a mess like that.

But this kid—

He used violence without letting it go that far.

There’s only one reason someone can do that.

(This guy… he’s experienced. No—way beyond that. He’s used to it. Used to hurting people.)

He’s definitely hurt, beaten, and broken more people than you could count on two hands.
He’s probably used to torture too.
And without a doubt… he’s killed more people than Kojima ever has—by a wide margin…!

(Just what the hell is this kid…? Having more killing experience than the Tosa Family—who were called ruthless monsters—what the hell is he…!?)

“That leaves… just you.”

Then that little shit shot a glare straight at me.

—Pisses me off.

First time in my life, the boss of the Tosa Family is getting stared down by some brat.

I’ll kill him.
I’ll crush him.

Killing intent started boiling up from deep inside me.

I’ve always been like this since I was a kid.
If something pissed me off, I’d lash out—again and again and again—

Before I knew it, I became an uncontrollable delinquent… and then yakuza.

That same killing intent was screaming at me now—

Kill him.

“Listen up, you little shit. I’m not like Wakou or Kojima.”

I glared at him, my voice low and heavy.

“I’ve barely ever lost a fight. Street punks, half-gangs, brawlers from rival yakuza—every last one of them, I crushed completely. If there was a job, I killed. I made Wakou submit. I beat Kojima into submission too. Most of the Tosa Family standing here lost to me, bowed to me, and swore loyalty—”

Crack. Crack.

I popped my knuckles.

“That’s how strong I am!!”

Yeah.

I’ll admit it—the brat in front of me isn’t weak.

But he can’t beat me.

I’ve carried the name of the Tosa Family at this age—walked the darkest path, climbed my way up through it all—

There’s no way I’m losing to some kid.

“I’ll show you… what a real yakuza is.”

I put strength into my legs—about to close the distance in one go.

But right then—

—What?

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Takahashi… had disappeared.

He was nowhere to be seen. Where the hell did he—

“Oy… you—”

At that moment, an exasperated voice came from right below me.

I looked down.

And there he was.

Takahashi had already stepped inside my guard, his fist clenched tight—ready to strike at any moment.

(What the—!?)

Before I could even react…

He spoke.

“Why are you acting like some big shot? You’re just yakuza.”

The next instant—

My face snapped upward.

A violent shock—
The taste of iron—
Teeth flying, my jaw feeling like it shattered—

“BughuaaAAAAAAAHH!?”

A crushing uppercut landed—

And my vision twisted wildly.

Chapter 95

Side: Ayaka

Urabe was sent flying.

His body launched upward—like a rocket taking off—

By Takahashi’s overwhelming punch.

“Guh… uuuuuuuuuu!!”

And yet—

Shockingly, even as his body shook violently, Urabe endured the blow and quickly created distance from Takahashi.

Why were yakuza this tough? 

It wasn’t like martial artists—
It felt more like raw, animalistic strength.

“…That’s all you’ve got!? That’s nothing!!”

Shouting that, Urabe immediately went on the offensive.

A fast right kick came flying in.
Yuuji knocked it aside with his left arm.

Then—he threw a backfist.

“Tch!”

Urabe barely dodged it at the last second.
His reflexes were no joke.

But even that movement had already been read by Takahashi.

“Too slow. You damn yakuza.”

Using the backfist as a feint, Takahashi carried the momentum—
Clenching his left fist—

And unleashed a powerful left hook.

“Buhah!?”

It landed clean on Urabe’s face again.

Takahashi’s fists were hard—insanely so.
The impact sounded like being struck with a blunt weapon.

—And yet, even then—

Urabe didn’t flinch.

“Don’t look down on me, you bastard!!”

Even while bleeding, eyes wide, he lunged like a wild beast.

Takahashi kept firing off sharp counters each time—
And yet, Urabe was still going strong.

“I’m not backing off! Not from attacks like that!! A real fight between men means pushing forward!!”

Terrifying—

That was the only word that came to mind.

Takahashi looked like he had the upper hand, but even from where I stood, Urabe’s sheer presence was overwhelming.

Had his life as a yakuza pushed his body beyond human limits…?
That’s how frightening his fighting style felt.

“From here on… anything goes!!”

Saying that, Urabe reached out.

Near him—

Was a long floor lamp.

He grabbed it and started swinging it like a club.

“Take this!!”

With a shout, he brought it down at Takahashi.

“Tch… troublesome.”

For the first time, Takahashi stepped back.
Urabe’s attack was more intense than expected.

“Heh—finally my turn, brat!!”

And then…

For some reason, Urabe slammed the floor lamp hard against the ground.

The tip bent, cracks running through it.

At this rate, one more swing and the head would shatter and go flying.

But that was exactly what Urabe was aiming for.

“Eat this!!”

Urabe swung the floor lamp, its tip already on the verge of breaking.

And just as expected—

It snapped, and the head flew straight toward Takahashi.

“This—!”

Takahashi blocked it with both arms, but at the same time, the glass shattered—
Fragments scattering right in front of his face.

(This is bad…! The glass might’ve gotten into Takahashi’s eyes…!?)

The moment I thought that—

Urabe moved again.

The broken end of the floor lamp, now even sharper, was aimed at Takahashi—
And thrown like a spear.

“Get pierced and die, you bastard!!”

The terrifying part was—

That throw was perfectly controlled, flying straight for Takahashi’s heart.

(He calculated all of that…!?)

But Takahashi’s eyes narrowed—

“Hmph!”

At the last possible moment, he kicked it from the side—
Knocking the flying lamp away.

Looks like he had protected his eyes from the glass after all.
Just as I thought that—impressed—

Urabe had already moved to his next attack.

“Yeah, figured that wouldn’t kill you so easily, you bastard!!”

And this time—

What Urabe grabbed next was a chair.

Without hesitation, he hurled it—
Once again aiming straight for Takahashi’s vital point—his head.

“Tch.”

Takahashi clicked his tongue and ducked to avoid it.

But Urabe didn’t stop.

Next, he started throwing whatever he could grab from the corner of the room—flower pots, pens, even chairs.

Faced with this unexpected long-range assault, Takahashi was forced entirely on the defensive.

“Hahahahaha! How’s that!? This is my fighting style!”

Urabe’s voice grew smoother, more confident.

“I use anything around me! Turning everyday stuff into weapons—that’s how a yakuza fights!”

At a glance, it looked childish.

But there was logic to it.

Adapting his style depending on the situation—
That flexibility might be the true source of Urabe’s strength.

And his throwing ability was dangerous too.

Whether it was the floor lamp or a chair—everything he threw had both speed and precision.

Against something like this—

All you could do was dodge.

“Try taking this!”

Then—

What Urabe grabbed next—was one of his fallen subordinates.

With terrifying strength, he swung and threw him like a hammer throw.

With a sharp whoosh, the body came flying toward Takahashi.

And then—I saw it.

At the same time—

Urabe had picked up Kojima’s poisoned dagger.

(Using his own man as a decoy—he’s going to stab Takahashi with that…!!)

A seamless combination.

As expected—Urabe had exceptional fighting instincts, even among the Tosa Family…!

“Die with this, you brat!!”

Urabe was probably skilled with a dagger too.
At this rate… this was really bad—

“……You’re the one underestimating me.”

I thought so, but of course, Takahashi overturned it.

First, he ducked under the body Urabe had thrown—
Then slid forward, gliding past it in one smooth motion.

Slide, thud—the man rolled toward me.

And while sliding, Takahashi grabbed something without missing a beat.

It was the broken floor lamp Urabe had thrown earlier.

“Oraa!”

Spitting that out—

Takahashi hurled it back.

Faster than anything Urabe had thrown—

Thud—!

“UGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?”

Urabe’s scream echoed again.

The floor lamp had pierced straight through his right shoulder.

(What… unbelievable strength…)

At that moment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe toward Takahashi.

This was… the power of the “Academy SP”…?

At that point, I was sure of it—

Takahashi had already won.

All that was left was to leave this place and call the police.

That’s what I thought—

But I was wrong.

“Just how much are you gonna look down on meeeeee!!”

Urabe roared.

Even in that state… he could still move!?

“Try tasting the price for underestimating the yakuza!!”

Then—

Urabe slipped his left hand into his coat.

And what he pulled out—was something black.

A chill ran down my spine.

“Told you, didn’t I!? Anything goes!!”

What Urabe pulled out—

…was a gun.

“Takahashi!!”

I screamed.

At the same time—

A gunshot rang out.

Chapter 96

Side: Ayaka

“Takahashiiiiii!!”

The smell of gunpowder filled the air.
Smoke rose from Urabe’s gun—

And there was no doubt the muzzle had been aimed straight at Takahashi.

(Did he… get shot…?)

The shock made my vision blur.

Like praying to God, I looked toward where he should be—

Then—

“Tch…!”

Takahashi clicked his tongue and moved.
It looked like the bullet hadn’t hit him.

Did he dodge it with inhuman speed… or did Urabe miss?
I couldn’t tell—but Takahashi immediately took cover.

This party room was large, and thankfully there were sofas and plants—places big enough to hide behind.
But even so, they wouldn’t stop bullets.

Urabe fired again, pressing the attack.

“Damn it…! I can’t handle this properly with my left hand…!”

It was a critical situation, but the floor lamp Takahashi threw earlier had disabled Urabe’s dominant arm.
That made his aim unstable, giving Takahashi a chance to slip away.

(But… at this rate, he’ll be cornered… I need to do something…!)

Just then—

“Ayaka! Turn off the lights!!”

Takahashi shouted.

I turned my eyes toward the entrance.

(…Damn…!)

I ran, almost on instinct.

Of course, not to escape—
I was aiming for the light switch nearby.

Click…!

The moment I pressed it, everything went dark.

With this—at least—
It should throw off his aim…!

“Cheap tricks!”

Urabe fired another shot.

Right after that—

Something heavy crashed down near me with a loud thud.

I couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but something like a wall rose up in front of me—

And then I heard someone breathing, close by.

“Yo.”

The moment I heard that voice, I knew—it was Takahashi.

“Takahashi…!”

“I knocked over that marble table. Using it as cover now.”

“Huh…!?”

That marble table was shielding me too.

Even in the darkness—he had reacted that quickly?
This man really is incredible…

Incredible—but even so, the situation was still extremely dangerous.

“I noticed he had something in his coat… but he used it before I could take it. Damn it, he’s tougher than I thought…”

It was too dark to see clearly.

But… just a little—

It felt like Takahashi was under pressure.

With blades, he could dodge and control everything easily.
But a gun was different.

That wasn’t something you could overcome with skill or physical ability.
That thing was on a completely different level… unfair.

“For now, we’re close to the entrance. From here, we can escape—”

But the moment Takahashi said that—

A gunshot rang out.

The shot was clearly aimed straight at the doorway leading from the living room to the hallway.

“You think you can run? Not happening! Even in the dark, I know roughly where the exit is!”

After saying that, Urabe started walking slowly.

The sound of curtains being pulled echoed out, and moonlight spilled in through the window.

“With this, I can at least make out the room’s outline. Heh… using a marble table as a shield, huh? Fine. The second you stick out even a little… I’ll shoot you dead!”

Urabe shouted, keeping us pinned down.

In the faint moonlight, I looked at Takahashi’s profile.
Sweat was running down his cheek.

“Tch… that bastard knows what he’s doing.”

“Huh? Knows what?”

“Yeah. I only caught a glimpse, but the gun he’s holding is probably a Tokarev. Eight-round magazine.”

“Y-You figured out the type of gun from just that moment? Y-You really know your stuff…”

“Well, I’m kind of a nerd about this kind of thing. —And I counted the shots earlier. Four in total. If it was fully loaded, that means he’s still got at least half left. In other words… he’s managing his ammo carefully. Looks like he’s used to handling a gun.”

(If anything, you’re the amazing one for calculating the number of bullets… I was already overwhelmed just knowing the enemy had a gun… and yet, you’re this calm…)

“—Hey, brat! Get out here right now! If you do, I’ll put a bullet through your head nice and quick!”

Urabe called out, trying to force a surrender.

I couldn’t see him from here, but he was probably standing there with the gun aimed at us the whole time.
He wasn’t leaving any openings…

What should we do… what can we even do…?

“…At this point, our only option might be to make a run for the exit—”

At that moment, Takahashi grabbed my wrist.

…Even now, in a situation like this, my heart jumped.

(Takahashi… even now… are you still fighting just to let me escape…?)

Don’t—

Don’t make my heart waver any more.

I want to save you too.
I want to protect you.

“Get ready to run… Ayaka…!”

Still holding my wrist, he leaned slightly out from behind the marble table—just enough to check Urabe’s position.

But the very next instant—

Bang!!

A bullet flew toward us.

“I can see you, dumbass.”

At Urabe’s words, Takahashi clicked his tongue.

“Urabe… yeah, he knows how to handle a gun. He’s keeping just the right distance so I can’t take it from him, while keeping the muzzle trained on me. —And that floor lamp is still stuck in his right arm… not bad.”

Takahashi calmly analyzed the situation.

Urabe—who had dismissed him as just a high schooler—wasn’t letting his guard down even a little anymore.

That’s exactly why this was dangerous.

What do we do… what can we do…!?

At that moment—

Something flashed through my mind.

A memory resurfaced, like a sudden spark.

It was something the gang members had said while I was unconscious.

—“Didn’t even need to pull out the guns. We all had them on us, but if we started firing, it would’ve caused trouble.”

…Ah.

Then that means—

We still had a trump card to turn this around…!