Chapter 109: The Blindfolded Eyes
Is it only the oppressors that suppress bullied students?
When Yoshino Junpei was surrounded and beaten up behind the school building, he still had thoughts of resistance.
But when he saw the bully from behind the window walk through the corridor and stop to witness his bullying process, yet pretend not to see, and then leave by himself, the faint hope in his heart was completely extinguished.
If even the teacher Bage cannot help him, then who else could pull him out of this despair?
The parting secretary took out a handkerchief to wipe off the sweat from his face, but Itadori Yuuji felt that he was doing it all in vain as his white shirt was already drenched with sweat.
The black-haired girl in front of him emitted such a faint but intense aura, completely unfazed by his status as a guidance counselor as if she were not a student from Eizan High.
And that guy who looked like a delinquent at first glance did not seem to notice him either; they were both detestable brats!
The middle-aged man was already dripping with sweat.
He slowly shifted his gaze to Yoshino Junpei, who was also a student here: “It’s not what you’re saying, Yoshino. I think your two friends misunderstood you. Explain to them, alright?”
Yoshino Junpei immediately clenched his fists.
The teenager with side-swept bangs slightly lowered his head, hiding his expression.
Finally, under the man’s hopeful gaze, he began slowly speaking: “That day, the three dead ones cornered me at the back of the school building. While they beat me, you walked past the corridor and stopped.”
“But… You merely stopped for a moment before leaving indifferently.”
“After that, I was forced to eat those disgusting bugs…”
Yoshino Junpei’s voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with recollection of that terrible experience, pain and despair flowing through his words.
He finally lifted his head and pushed away the hair covering his right eye, revealing a burn mark on his forehead.
His lips twisted in an unsettling smile, eyes bloodshot from emotional turmoil, mirroring the middle-aged man’s manufactured grin: “The slimy, stinking bug juice exploded in my mouth, those legs thrashing on my tongue. I really wish you could experience that too, Teacher.”
Aware of the murderous intent in Yoshino Junpei’s eyes, Itadori placed a hand on his shoulder out of concern.
“No, wait. Weren’t you just playing?” the middle-aged man said, visibly shocked and wiping off sweat.
“Playing such one-sided abuse? It’s hard to tell if you’re genuinely naive or putting on a show,” Yukinoshita Yukino thought amusingly at the man’s sincere shock.
“But, those three died in an accident…” the guidance counselor stammered.
“Does death erase actions and mistakes?” asked the black-haired girl.
“That… is not relevant.”
Not having the patience for more empty rhetoric, Yukinoshita directly questioned: “Have you heard of Itou Shouta?”
“Of course! Itou is an excellent student. No matter in academic pursuits or sports, he excels and respects teachers and fellow students…”
The counselor noticed their increasingly unsettling glances and stopped abruptly. He hesitantly asked: “Do you know Itou?”
“You speak of a student who is also involved in bullying Yoshino. Let’s go find him. We came to resolve this issue,” sighed Yukinoshita, feeling exhausted talking to this person, “Please take us to him.”
“I understand. Follow me,” said the counselor.
Although reluctant about an external student entering Eizan High, Yukinoshita didn’t seem like a typical student and the situation was serious, demanding proper handling.
With the guidance counselor leading the way, Yukinoshita and Itadori easily entered Eizan High.
“Itou is in Grade 2, Class C. I’ll check the timetable for his class in the office, please wait here. Letting other teachers know about outsiders isn’t ideal.”
With these words, the counselor left hastily.
Observing his jiggling figure while running, Itadori chuckled, “This older gentleman is quite dedicated.”
Seemingly infected by the cheerful spirit, Yoshino Junpei laughed as well. The counselor indeed ran comically, particularly his parted hairstyle bobbing up and down, which was quite entertaining.
Yoshino felt some relief.
Now in class time, the school building front stood empty. Itadori idly observed the surroundings and casually asked, “Junpei, what movie were you watching at the cinema?”
Surprised by the seemingly trivial topic, Junpei answered, “It was a small indie film. You wouldn’t have seen it.”
“So what if I haven’t?” Itadori sat on the steps, “Just tell me, anyway. We have nothing better to do.”
“It’s Earthworm Man 3, a very dull movie.”
“Oh, that’s boring!”
The two spoke simultaneously, surprising each other momentarily. Then, a spark of interest led them into a discussion about the movie, much to the amusement of the indifferent-looking Yukinoshita, who waited apart.
Suddenly, the sweating counselor reappeared with a big belly: “Itou’s class is having PE. Let’s go to the field.”
Led by the counselor, they quickly arrived at the playing field.
After a look around, the counselor pointed to a tall boy playing basketball, “There, that’s Itou.”
Upon seeing Itou Shouta, Yoshino’s momentarily improved mood instantly soured when he recognized his nemesis.
Yukinoshita walked forward, bypassing the counselor, straight ahead toward the court.
The counselor, after deliberating, followed.
“Itou Shouta.”
A chilly voice echoed, making Itou pause mid-dribble and search for its owner.
Seeing a black-haired girl not wearing the uniform at the sideline sparked surprise.
“There are no prettier girls in this school,” he thought.
The girl approached, “Are you new here?”
Itou dropped his basketball amid cheers, “Sorry, we don’t have you registered. You must be new.”
“I want your phone.” Yukinoshita said.
“What?” Startled, he quickly composed himself, “You want my number? Sure…”
Reaching out, he pulled out the phone.
“Still being uncooperative?” Yukinoshita turned to Itadori, “Let’s teach him some manners.”
“H-hai! Let’s go!”
Itadori stepped forward, fist raised.
As he struck, Itou was sent sprawling along with his tooth and phone.
“Hey, what did you do!?”
“Fighting in broad daylight?!”
“You’re causing trouble!”
Students rushed to surround Itadori, assuming he was part of the bullying.
Shouts echoed as students converged.
“What’s going on?”
“He’s definitely not from our school.”
“Look, it’s Senpai Itou, it’s unfair!”
Discussions buzzed, phones captured the scene.
“Wait, what are you doing?” the counselor panicked, not expecting a fight.
“We’re collecting evidence,” Yukinoshita explained calmly.
Evidence?
Helpless, the counselor watched between the nonchalant black-haired girl and the wailing students, eventually checking on the fallen students.
Ignoring the spectators, Itadori picked up Itou’s phone.
Looking towards the struggling Itou, he raised his fist again, coldly stating, “For Junpei.”
Another hit laid Itou flat.
Unlocking the phone with Itou’s fingerprint, Itadori searched through his gallery, quickly finding videos of his bullying.
More victims were recorded.
Holding the phone tightly, Itadori returned to Yukinoshita, passing the device.
“Enough proof.” Yukinoshita nodded.
The counselor examined the screen.
“See your excellent student,” Yukinoshita said.
Tears streamed down the counselor’s face.
“It can’t be… I never noticed…”
How many times had he overlooked this cruelty right in front of him.
Recalling Yoshino’s anger earlier.
Realization dawned, guilt washing over him.
“You knew…” Yoshino shook his hands, “Unforgivable…”
He confronted the counselor, grabbing his collar.
“If you think you’re innocent?”
Yoshino’s sudden outburst stunned all present.
“N-no…” Trembling, the counselor looked like a frightened child, “I didn’t know… sorry.”
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After school, become a jujutsu sorcerer
