The all-powerful middle schooler

"Uh, hehehe..."

Yotsuba Nakano scratched her head, looking rather embarrassed.

"Yes, we are quintuplets."

Suddenly, Nakano Miku appeared beside them and continued the conversation.

Because she switched places with someone else and teamed up with Yotsuba, she was able to detect their movements.

"Let's not talk about these things anymore."

Yotsuba Nakano changed the subject and pointed to the easel behind her.

"Hasegawa-san, since you draw so fast, could you please draw a portrait of Miku for me? I can't help it, after seeing your work, I've completely lost confidence."

She clasped her hands together in prayer, her eyes sparkling, looking as endearing as a cute little animal.

"Yotsuba, don't make such a troublesome request."

Nakano Miku looked at Yotsuba, her eyes even carrying a hint of warning.

"It's okay, I'm bored anyway, I can just draw whatever I want."

For Izumi Hasegawa, this took very little effort, and she readily agreed.

This was originally an art class, so it wasn't considered exceeding the allowed time.

He started painting again, and Miku and Yotsuba stood behind him watching him paint.

The paintbrush moved back and forth with fluid grace, each movement as elegant and powerful as a dance. The subtle rustling sound of the brush tip touching the canvas became a source of enjoyment at that moment.

"finished."

After a while, he put down his paintbrush.

"Is this...me?"

Nakano Miku looked at herself in the drawing, her head slightly lowered, her eyes partially obscured by her bangs, her expression blank, yet revealing an indescribable melancholy.

She usually doesn't notice so many details when she looks in the mirror.

"She's almost exactly how I imagined Miku! This drawing is so lifelike!"

Yotsuba Nakano exclaimed in surprise once again.

"Um, Hasegawa-san, could you...?"

Unable to suppress her impulse, she clenched her hands tightly together, her expression shy.

"Alright, I'll draw one for you too."

"Thank you so much, Hasegawa-san! You're such a kind person! I always thought you were the kind of person who was arrogant, tough, and unapproachable. It seems I was wrong!"

The girl even gave him a warm hug, which drew everyone's attention.

Is there any need to be so moved?

And is the image of me you've pieced together from rumors?

Under his gaze, Nakano Yotsuba awkwardly released her hands and took two steps back.

"Yotsuba, you're being too proactive."

"I was just expressing my gratitude! To receive such a portrait, I would die happy!"

"Don't casually say things like 'death'."

He could faintly hear the voices of two girls talking behind him, but he was still able to continue painting without any distraction.

“Finally the painting is finished.”

Huddled in a corner, Natsukawa Masuzu looked at her painting with a satisfied expression, then looked up.

"Hasegawa-san, could you draw one for me too?"

"Just paint it on my heart!"

"You can paint it on me too."

"You guys should leave now, don't bother Hasegawa-kun."

At this moment, a group of girls were surrounding Izumi Hasegawa in the center.

"Hmph, a bunch of sows in heat. Even at a prestigious school like Shuchiin, human nature is still so ugly."

As someone who opposes dating, she has the utmost contempt for these "love-obsessed" people.

"Hey, teacher, is this how art class is conducted?"

Her eyes were cold as she turned to look at Yumiko, who was standing to the side.

"oh oh."

Despite being an adult, Yumiko couldn't help but feel a heavy pressure under such gazes.

"You guys, go back to your seats and don't bother Hasegawa-san!"

Yumiko used to greet many female students.

The girls left reluctantly.

At that moment, Natsukawa Masuzu moved her easel over and put on a very friendly smile, saying, "Captain, I'm done! Please accept my work!"

When Izumi Hasegawa went over to take a look, she was startled.

Is this a portrait of me?

The person in the picture has one hand in his pocket and the other pointing forward, standing sideways. He looks very domineering, with invincibility written all over his face. However, the proportions of the figure are quite exaggerated. The picture is clearly composed of very hard, sharp lines and geometric shapes, making the style unique and distinctive.

So upon closer inspection, it is indeed drawn based on his model.

"The art style is very faithful to the original; you really like JoJo."

He exclaimed in admiration and praise.

To capture that feeling, given Natsukawa's genius, it must have taken considerable effort.

"Ah."

Natsukawa Masuzu's expression was very satisfied; this praise was the most pleasing thing for her, a JoJo fan.

Afterwards, they went to observe the works of Rikka and Nissouya.

Nisugani drew Rikka quite normally, but the Nisugani that Rikka drew was different. He wore a white veil, a hairpin and bracelet inlaid with jewels, closed his eyes, and made a praying gesture with his hands, looking compassionate and merciful.

How did you know I looked like this?!

Nishikawa Morika immediately broke down in excitement, grabbing Rikka's shoulders and shaking her.

"This is information that the sage shared with me."

Rokka Kotori remained calm.

This is a powerful opponent she cannot match!

Instantly, Dansheng Valley Mori Natsume fell silent and collapsed to her knees, utterly defeated.

"Seeker of the Dao, once I regain my magic power, I will surely curse you to the end of reincarnation!"

Her resentment towards someone had accumulated to the point of near overflowing.

82 new challengers

High school life has been underway for over a month, and the fear and tension that once permeated the classroom and school is gradually dissipating. A certain club that has risen to prominence has spread glory and hope, greatly improving the environment of Shuchiin High School.

Many people from pure colleges have begun to take those students from mixed colleges seriously and communicate with them. Apart from a few stubborn individuals who still insist on their own opinions, the atmosphere has undoubtedly improved.

This is a positive effect brought about by Izumi Hasegawa and the Far East Magic Society, an undeniable achievement.

That's why everyone's attitude towards a "strong chuunibyou" changed 180 degrees, even though it was just an unintentional act for him.

"Hasegawa-kun, where did you learn your martial arts from? It seems like you know everything. Could it be that you're a master of all kinds of martial arts?!"

"Can I become your disciple? I also want to become a martial arts master!"

"Hmph, you boys are all thinking about fighting and killing, you don't know how to cultivate your character! It's better to be like Hasegawa, who is also exceptionally good at things like Go and painting."

After class, a large group of students gathered around Izumi Hasegawa's seat.

This has become the norm.

As time went by, everyone's attitude towards him changed again, from mocking him to keeping their distance, and they even felt that he was somewhat kind and approachable, especially after yesterday's art class, which made them approve of him even more.

That's right, this is the 'king' in their hearts!

However, extremes beget their opposites, and for some people, this may not be a good thing.

"Is Izumi-chan already this popular?! I thought she'd always be all alone..."

Fujiwara Chika stood to the side, wiping away tears of emotion while also feeling somewhat annoyed.

You guys should save me a seat!

She's clearly the friend Izumi can rely on the most!

"Rikka, what do you think?"

She turned to ask another good friend.

"The weak attaching themselves to the strong and seeking even greater power is one of the natural laws of the world, nothing surprising, but..."

Rikka Takanashi said this in a very serious tone, and then there was a twist.

"Fools cannot be guided by sages! Only those of us destined to stand with the wise!"

After hearing this, Fujiwara Chika pondered for a long time, changing her gestures several times, until finally the light in her mind was lit.

"Is Rikka asserting her sovereignty over Izumi-chan?"

"Declaring sovereignty?"

Rikka was stunned for a moment, not knowing what this meant.

Fujiwara Chika smiled mysteriously and whispered something in her ear.

"No, no! The Evil King's True Eye Envoy and the Sage have already formed the highest level of contract, so they don't need a contract like lovers!"

Rikka blushed and emphasized the point.

As she spoke, she glanced over and, finding that the sage wasn't paying attention, breathed a sigh of relief.

"If Rikka is ever planning to make a move, come to me for advice! I'm a love detective, you know."

As if she had discovered something amiss, Fujiwara Chika gave the other person a knowing look, then patted their shoulder and turned back to her seat with light steps.

"No, don't let your mind wander!"

Takanashi Rikka recalled Chika's meaningful gaze, patted her cheeks to keep herself awake.

We are allies!

No other words are needed to describe the depth of our relationship!

……

"I'm going to die, I must overcome this death today!"

Sanae Tokomori stared at the bottle of milk in front of her, her hands trembling as she made up her mind.

"You've been talking about this for a long time, can you please drink it quickly?"

With a light tap on her forehead, Natsukawa Masaki was already quite impatient, and added a few sarcastic remarks.

"You'd better not think you can grow taller by drinking milk. You're already in your final year of junior high."

She spread her hands.

"I don't believe you. You must be just as afraid as that fake Mori Summer of being surpassed in height by me in the future, and then being looked down upon by me, Death!"

Sanae Tokomori looked at her with disbelief and pointed at her.

"I don't think you'll ever have that chance in your lifetime, you brat."

Upon hearing that she was being criticized, Nissouya Morika also joined in the mockery.

"Heh, Witch of Greed, imposter Morisummer, I didn't expect you two to have teamed up for death! But the more the enemy doesn't want you to do something, the more Dekomori will do it..."