Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

After some searching, boxes of all sizes were scattered all over the storage room.

"Found it!" Mitsui Tsubasa happily picked up a wooden sword. As expected, he remembered correctly and did bring it with him when packing his luggage.

Since there is still some time before bedtime, why not practice kendo?

As long as he wasn't fighting with the shadow, his body could barely hold on.

Look around the living room and find a place that is spacious enough.

Mitsui Tsubasa stopped, looked at the wooden sword in his hand, and a feeling of emotion welled up in his heart.

It seems that he has not practiced kendo since his rebirth. He has been busy running around in anxiety, but has neglected the things that should be the most important.

Whether in the real world or in the space of impressions, only kendo is the power that truly belongs to you.

After jumping a few times to warm up, Mitsui Tsubasa ignored the soreness of his muscles and began to seriously familiarize himself with the weight of the wooden sword.

After slowly performing a few basic movements, he gradually found his familiar rhythm.

Tang bamboo, cassock cut, reverse cassock, left horizontal cut, right horizontal cut, left cut up, right cut up, against the wind, stab.

He practiced these most basic kendo moves seriously, and with each movement, his teacher's teachings in his memory gradually became clearer.

Breathing, footsteps, rhythm, every part of the body began to harmonize and unify. Unconsciously, he entered a state of calmness and immersed himself in the spiritual world of kendo.

“Ding ding ding”

After an unknown amount of time, Mitsui Tsubasa, who was immersed in his practice, was awakened by the alarm on his cell phone.

Looking at the ringing phone, there was still a look of confusion on his face.

The feeling just now was so wonderful. Many small defects that he had not noticed in the past were discovered and corrected one by one during his careful practice.

Although these changes may not show significant effects for the time being, they are undoubtedly extremely beneficial for the long-term practice of Kendo.

It seems that I need to add one more exercise to my daily plan in the future.

I remember the teacher seemed to have said that he also had several registered disciples in Tokyo.

After the mastermind behind the attack on him is dealt with, he can use the weekend to find a temporary kendo teacher.

I think that one-on-one guidance from a famous teacher is definitely much more efficient than working on your own.

As for now, it's already half past nine. It's time to wash up and get ready for rest.

It's a rare day that I can enjoy a full eight hours of sleep today.

Thinking of this, Mitsui Tsubasa casually placed the wooden sword on the shelf next to him, and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

He filled the bathtub with warm water, and the moment he sat in, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

I am really tired...

Chapter 26: The Root of All Evil - Monday

Private Shujin Academy.

Monday, morning self-study.

The students in Class 2-A are fighting a desperate battle against their own ennui.

They all had dazed eyes and were in a trance, slumped in their chairs as if they were sleepwalking.

"It hurts so much, Kyoko, please... just kill me..."

The girl with long hair tilted her head back, opened her mouth slightly, and looked at the familiar ceiling in front of her with a look of despair.

"I'm trapped here, in this strange cage. What's the point of living, sitting here day after day..." She murmured weakly, and her whole body seemed to have lost its luster.

Seeing her listless companion, the girl with short hair waved her fist at her cutely: "Cheer up, Yui-chan, today is Monday...ah...Monday..."

As she spoke, her waving fists became limp, and with a thud, she fell face down on the desk.

HP cleared...

The well-dressed female teacher narrowed her eyes silently as she watched the wailing and listless students.

"She really doesn't know how to appreciate her fortune. As a student, she only needs to go to high school for three years. But as a teacher, she has to teach high school for 30 years..."

I can’t think about it anymore. If I do, I’ll become autistic.

The female teacher sighed silently and tapped the blackboard: "Starting from this week, there will be physical education classes every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. Students, don't forget to bring your sportswear."

"It's the first class on Monday, so cheer up and start the class meeting."

In the classroom, the students' expressions changed...and became even more depressed.

Mitsui Tsubasa feels the same way.

The first class on Monday felt no different from being in jail.

If it is the last class on Saturday, there is no need for the teacher to remind the students, as they will already be full of energy and vitality.

Having to attend classes during the day and fight in the Impression Space at night, Mitsui Tsubasa feels like he is really about to suffer from schizophrenia.

This can't go on, he secretly made up his mind.

I must reach level 10 this week and brainwash my teachers and classmates.

From then on, I slept in class during the day. It’s better not to go to school.

Although there is a personality index setting in the game, he does not intend to follow it.

Knowledge, courage, dexterity, thoughtfulness, charm, these qualities do not seem to be able to be improved through practice in a short period of time.

Moreover, after decades of baptism, his personality has long been shaped and it is difficult for him to change much.

Rather than pursuing these virtues, he trusted in his own strength.

As long as he is strong enough, he has the confidence to win over everyone with his martial virtues no matter who he faces.

The whole morning passed in a daze. I only remember attending a class meeting, English class, math class, and another class... I forgot what class it was.

Lunch break.

Mitsui Tsubasa took his lunch box and walked up to the school rooftop alone.

The weather today is pleasant, the sun is shining and the sky is blue.

When he came to the rooftop, a fresh air blew towards him, carrying a faint scent of flowers.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked around and nodded with satisfaction. Today he would have the rooftop all to himself.

Although the private Shujin Academy is just an ordinary school that can be found everywhere in the city, it has surprisingly few bad students. This is one of the few achievements of the principal who is "crazy about making progress."

Anyway, he didn't want to eat lunch in the classroom because those annoying passers-by were always chattering around him.

What's the mouth full of:

"Mitsui-san, the lunch box you brought looks delicious!"

"Mitsui-kun, do you want to try my bento? I made it myself~"

"Mitsui..."

a bunch of idiots.

I get annoyed just thinking about it. I wonder if these NPC-like classmates can just disappear on their own accord.

In his opinion, except for Shinjima Makoto, everyone else in the class had an extra mouth.

After opening the lunch box, the exquisite lunch in front of him did not make him happy.

No matter how it tasted, food that had been sitting out for hours always felt like leftovers to him.

After eating a few bites and filling his stomach, Mitsui Tsubasa leaned against the fence on the rooftop and recalled the sporadic words he had heard during class.

Starting this week, the school has arranged physical education classes, and they are large classes with mixed classes.

The sports consultant is the "very famous Olympic gold medalist" Taku Kamoshida.

This is really...unpleasant.

He heard his classmates talking about the volleyball team coached by Kamoshida and the track and field team coached by another teacher. They seemed to be curious about which team would win in the end.

Taku Kamoshida confidently declared that he would lead the volleyball team to the national competition again, and the principal was very supportive of him and almost obeyed his every word.

But the ace of the track and field department should not be underestimated, especially the new student who seems to have unlimited potential.

Although Mitsui Tsubasa knew the subsequent results, he did not intend to intervene in the competition at this time.

Anyway, it would take a long time for their competition to become fierce, so the current priority was to improve his own strength. When the time was right, he would just "disable" Kamoshida Taku in advance.

Suzui Shiho must be saved, he hates anything that makes him feel upset. There are enough ugly and mediocre people in this world, we should protect those good people as much as possible.

After all, a beautiful world also needs flowers to embellish it.

As for Long Si... I'll help if I can depending on the specific situation.

In his eyes, the companions who had fought 'side by side' with him were special. Unlike the NPCs who didn't matter no matter what, the members of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts were all noble [half-humans], second only to him, a [real person].

They are completely different from NPCs!

Thinking of this, Mitsui Tsubasa gave a chic smile and then retracted his gaze from the distance.

It's time to go back. This meaningless and boring campus life will come to an end this week!

……

"Hey, cheer up, this is the last class, open your textbooks quickly." The history teacher who is good at hypnosis banged on the podium.

His classmates stared at him expressionlessly, like zombies.

The male teacher smacked his lips in dissatisfaction: "Tsk, the young people nowadays are really worse than the previous generation. They don't even study their own country's history well. What will the future of the country be like..."

Mitsui Tsubasa ignored his muttering, simply laid down on the desk and closed his eyes to rest.

In fact, this teacher has a very good temper. Many students... well, most of the students will be absent-minded in history class, and he will not really punish them.

Only a serious top student like Shinjima Makoto would listen to the lectures seriously.

Mitsui Tsubasa was really nervous as he would have to ask his father for money in the evening.

After all, there are only two most difficult things in this world.

One is to put your own thoughts into other people's heads.

Another thing is to put the money in other people's pockets into your own wallet.

Wu Jianmiao is not very famous now, and the only person who knows how outstanding she is is the boss who framed her.

This time, I guess I will have to take the blame myself.

What kind of suffering are these in the world!

Chapter 27 Love is a riot!

After school.

Mitsui Tsubasa got on the special car again.

"Young Master." Kotetsu handed over a bag.

Mitsui Tsubasa took it, took a look at it, nodded slightly, and put it aside.

Inside was his new school uniform, which Kotetsu bought when he went into the school during his classes.

This school uniform is one size larger than the one he is wearing now, so he can wear a bulletproof vest underneath.

Since I have been secretly targeted, the school cannot be said to be absolutely safe.

"Let's go." Mitsui Tsubasa waved his hand.

There was no conversation along the way and we soon arrived at our residence.

He took off his coat and began his daily security check.

everything is normal.

Mitsui Tsubasa sat on the sofa with his cell phone in hand, looking troubled. The incense he usually liked now became a little disturbing.