As expected, her stats don’t display.

Why is Hojo, who was supposedly kidnapped, attending school normally?

Why is everything from her age to her skills hidden?

While thinking about this, I had a Golgo-like expression.

Yoshimura laughs while still holding me in a headlock.

“Ahaha, Ebina-san. Sorry about that.”

Then Yoshimura releases me as if covering something up.

I dramatically collapse.

But Yoshimura is merciless.

She follows up with a kick to my ass.

Ah♪

That voice doesn’t escape outside.

“Gyaaaaaaah!”

I let out an exaggerated scream and convulse with twitch! twitch!

“Stop that movement!”

Then Hojo—currently Ebina—giggles.

“Oh my, you two are such good friends.”

Since it landed well, I get carried away.

“Look here, old lady, Ebina-san is laughing. Please take me to the changing room.”

“Yes, yes, old man. Stay there forever! Let’s go, Ebina-san.”

Saying that, Yoshimura takes Hojo—Ebina—away.

How cruel.

If you leave me out, Kou-chan’s gonna cry!

『You were enjoying getting kicked earlier, weren’t you?』

I don’t know about such ancient history!

Once the girls are gone, I do my warm-up exercises.

After calisthenics, I do more stretching.

Face flat against my knees.

Upper body back, legs spread wide.

Chest flat on the floor.

Slide, glide. Move forward a bit with my elbows.

Crotch flat. Stomach flat.

I rest my chin on the floor like that.

Secret Technique: The Kanji for “Earth”

『Your body is flexible as always…』

Fufufu. My codename is Falcon.

I’m a cherry soaring through space.

『We’re past that already.』

Once stretching is done, next is knee-walking.

It’s a walking method on your knees.

A movement unique to classical martial arts.

Raise one knee. Lean it forward. Your body moves forward. Turn your body and do the same with the opposite knee.

Frankly speaking, it’s painful.

But I’m a masochist!

A well-trained masochist!

Of course I speed up.

Drifting on curves, screeeech.

『Why do you always break character there! It was so cool until then!』

Amazing!

For some reason, my calves and abs are screamiiiiiiing!

My sides are trembliiiing! Nngh!

After doing about two laps on the mat while making a double peace sign in my heart, the two girls arrive.

Hojo-slash-Ebina is wearing a tracksuit.

Well, as long as she’s not grabbing collars—chest-grabbing—it should be fine.

Still, girls going “kyaha ufufu” is great, right? ♪

“Koutarou, done with warm-ups?”

“Yep. Just breakfall practice until the advisor arrives.”

Life is all about taking falls.

Life’s punching bag—that’s Kou-chan.

I’m so unluckyyyyyy!

『Why does someone like this get popular?』

I’ve never been popular.

After all, I’m a virgin.

I’ve never even gotten Valentine’s chocolate.

When I said “Give me some ♪” in elementary school, every girl turned bright red and said “Idiot, die”…

U-ugh, ughuuu. It’s bullying…

『You don’t notice the flags… How stupid can you be…』

What do you mean?

『I’m not telling you.』

How cruel!

I practice breakfalls.

The basic is folding the back leg from a half-body position.

If you fold carefully, it’s no damage.

Slap the floor with your hand. The meaning of slapping the floor is unclear with various theories.

Switch legs while lying down and get up.

Now the opposite side.

“Koutarou, are you really just one year in like us?”

“Pretty much.”

After about 30 times, now forward rolling breakfalls.

Surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt if you make your body go bwoop.

Just a few reps of this.

The practice space is small after all.

Then backward rolling breakfalls. Super somersaults.

Bendy-bendy, rolly-rolly.

Finished…

Now to ogle the girls with a leering gaze.

Wait, no—to look for chances to collect fingerprints. Focusing on chests and butts.

『The worst…』

Guhaha! Can’t hear youuu!?

“Okay, Ebina-san, let’s practice breakfalls together.”

Yoshimura teaches Ebina breakfalls (or is it Ebina teaching Yoshimura breakfalls?).

Kyaha ufufu.

Yoshimura really is flat.

『…』

Don’t go silent.

It makes me anxious.

While I’m feeling anxious, a voice calls out.

“Done with breakfalls?”

Advisor Iida arrived.

His voice is completely relaxed.

That’s how it is for clubs without competitions.

“Okay, Yoshimura practices single-hand four-direction throws with Koutarou. Umm…”

“It’s Ebina-san.”

“Ebina, I’ll teach you how to escape from grips.”

“Sensei, I heard you say ‘with Koutarou’?”

“Oh right, Koutarou’s raising his arms too high. To balance it out, Koutarou just does breakfalls. Make sure you fly.”

“Fly” means do flying breakfalls.

You jump yourself right before the technique lands.

Why do we do this?

There are various reasons, but two main ones.

Many techniques throw while locking joints, so when speed increases between advanced practitioners, danger increases.

From small parts to large parts, things pop out surprisingly easily.

So techniques to avoid critical damage have developed.

The other reason is it looks good. You can play at being a master.

It’s fun, and that’s what matters. We don’t have competitions.

This technique is why aikido demonstrations look like magic to people unfamiliar with it.

But in this case, there’s a problem.

“The mats underneath are thin though?”

Simply put, it hurts.

“Fly. Sensei believes in you… that you can do it.”

Goddamn!

Screw this!

But unfortunately, advisor Iida’s demand wasn’t unreasonable.

Sure it hurts, but it’s not difficult for me.

It just makes me go “urk” a little.

After all, I’m a trained masochist!

Everyone should just die!

『Club activities are tough…』

Yeah! I’m glad someone understands!

I grab Yoshimura’s hand.

It’s not sexual harassment.

That’s the technique.

Yoshimura grabs my wrist and moves forward.

While twisting and folding it simultaneously.

Actually, this technique is hard to apply properly.

The mechanism is complex.

Plus, Yoshimura’s understanding of the technique is low, so she comes to break my joints without malice.

So I jump at that point.

I make a whap sound while rotating once and falling.

My thigh at the landing spot hurts.

Yoshimura has a “I did it!” face.

Mysterious customer service play. Boys have it tough.

God… if I tuck my d●ck between my legs and store it, will you treat me like a girl?

Starting today, I’m Kouko.

『Apparently that’s a no.』

Stop asking every time!

Next is the opposite side.

Flying breakfall again.

Thwap.

It hurts.

I’m not just being thrown around.

Right before getting up, I look for a chance for lucky pervert moments—no wait, I was aiming for a chance to collect Hojo’s fingerprints.

Hojo is being taught breakfalls before techniques.

First is forward roll practice.

…Nice ass.

But for a moment, I made eye contact with Hojo.

Bad!

I smile at Hojo.

Showing my white teeth with a “Do your best!” face, sparkle!

Phew, she didn’t notice I was staring hard at her ass.

No wait, she didn’t notice I was looking for an opening.

I return my gaze.

Then Yoshimura’s eyes had sharpened.

What… is it?

“Take this!”

Yoshimura mercilessly kicks my back as I’m lying down. Then grinds it in.

Ah♪ No… noooo!

『Really, you’re an idiot.』

“Let’s… continue… practice… okay?”

The Angel and Yoshimura both scold me.

The intimidation is probably my imagination.

As for Yoshimura, for some reason she’s cracking her knuckles going “crack crack.”

Also, Angel!

You can’t do that!

You have no right to be angry!

You know I’m on a mission!

『Shut up.』

The next instant, as if the two had joined hands, Yoshimura’s kick lands on my ass.

Nice comeback, you’ve really grown.

“That’s mean… Yoshimura-san…”

I cry “sob sob sob.”

Of course, I let my uniform slip open to show my shoulder.

Oh, wanna see my pink nipples?

『The WORST!』

The Angel complains, but it was super effective on Yoshimura.

“Y-you idiot!”

Uhehehe—bright red face!

But if I tease her more, my true nature will be exposed.

So I quickly fix my uniform, stand up, and take Yoshimura’s hand.

Then smile.

“Yoshimura-san. Thanks for forgiving me.”

She didn’t forgive me, and there’s no reason to thank her, but I thank her anyway.

“Ah-uh, ah-uh, ah-uh.”

Yoshimura’s face turned bright red.

My victory!

It may look like we’re just playing around, but I was desperate.

Starting during break time.

I was certain of victory in fingerprint collection (or is it acquisition?).