As I shared this thought, Adachi-san suddenly dropped a bombshell.
"Really? I’ve had that kind of stuff happen to me. Once, four guys surrounded me on my way home."
"What?!"
This was news to me.
"Wait, are you okay?" I asked, grabbing her shoulders in concern.
She hastily reassured me,
"Y-yeah! None of them were seriously injured or anything! The police even ruled it as self-defense!"
…Huh?
Did I mishear her? That explanation sounded… odd.
"Well… okay, one of them did technically go into cardiac arrest, but I performed CPR right away, so he was fine. No lasting injuries! Though… I may have broken a few ribs."
Nope, I didn’t mishear.
Oh god. I don’t think I’ve ever been this terrified in my life.
"So… you’re saying you single-handedly fought off four men?"
"Yeah. Didn’t I tell you? I’ve been learning self-defense at a local martial arts dojo since I was a kid."
"You did NOT mention this!"
"Really? Oh, well, it’s a men’s dojo, but one of the instructors—a female master—teaches women’s self-defense techniques. She’s been really kind and helpful."
"…I see."
"Here, look at this!" She pulled out a handwritten notebook from her bag, her face beaming with pride. "It’s a guidebook the master wrote specifically for women’s self-defense. Cool, right?"
Curious, I accepted the notebook.
"Uh… isn’t this… wrong?"
"Wrong? No, it’s accurate!"
"No, I mean…"
The cover read, in bubbly, fancy handwriting: ‘How to Make Any Man Fall for You ☆ Secret Techniques to Captivate Men ♡’ and was signed by someone named "Mitsuko Sarashina."
This… looked more like a romance guidebook.
Confused, I opened it.
"Pfft!"
What the—?! The first page was a detailed list of vital points on the human body, complete with diagrams!
The rest of the book was filled with instructions on how to attack those points.
Terrifying.
The phrase ‘Make any man fall for you’ was clearly meant in the literal sense. ‘Captivate’ didn’t mean the heart; it meant knocking them unconscious!
"Thanks. I’ve learned one thing for sure—you’re really strong."
Sensing that further reading might harm my mental health, I closed the notebook and handed it back to her.
As she put it away, I glimpsed another black notebook with similarly fancy handwriting inside her bag. On the cover, in bold red letters, was written ‘Forbidden Techniques.’
…I decided it was best not to ask.
Trying to shake off the chills running down my spine, I changed the subject.
"Anyway, did they ever damage your belongings?"
"Ah, yeah… Once, they broke into my locker and slashed my gym uniform. But after I applied some chemicals that the master gave me to the locker handle, one of my classmates showed up the next day with their hand covered in bandages. That was the last time they tried something like that."
"Your master is seriously dangerous!"
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