Type-Moon Assassination Fist 52
by TINY FAN FICTIONType-Moon Assassination Fist 52
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 52 Fujino-san seems quite upset.
Clearly, she’s been trying hard to stay close to Teacher Kuzuki but has been denied even the smallest amount of respect.
Why is Ryougi Shiki so important?
Fujino-san, you’re acting like a child!
She’s wandering aimlessly now, and her path has become increasingly isolated.
This city’s trash is like weeds in the ground; no matter how much you try to clean it up, they always manage to grow back.
It’s more like cockroaches hiding in the shadows of dark corners.
Asagami Fujino is like cheese attracting mice; she seems to attract them unconditionally.
She’s alone, yet she still manages to draw people like a magnet.
These delinquent youths are lazy and aimless, relying on their parents for support while wandering in the city. They engage in fights, bullying, theft, or robbed activities, acting as tumors that keep growing out of control.
Four motorcycles are parked nearby; Airplane Head’s young delinquent companions are gathered on the ground, boasting their skills against a block of street toughs in another area.
He took a big swig from his beer bottle and wiped his mouth with his hand before suddenly stopping and turning to look at Fujino-san.
He gestured for them to look in the direction of the guy next to him.
“Wow, this girl’s got it just right.” Airplane Head exchanged a knowing glance with someone nearby before turning on a smiling face and approaching her warmly.
“Hey, pretty thing, why don’t you join us?”
“If you get close enough, you’ll find she’s quite attractive—she’s also a high school student!”
Fujino-san’s tone is now much colder: “You guys are really obnoxious. Move away.”
Airplane Head doesn’t seem to mind, replying with a smile: “Oh no! Your attitude seems too cold. Isn’t it because you’re shy?”
“Ha ha…” The Underlings laugh, saying, “It’s just too cold for this joke. Pretty thing, let’s take you to the warm-up area and help you get rid of your cold body.”
“Please step back…”” Fujino-san remains emotionless as she becomes increasingly distant.
If these delinquents had self-awareness, they wouldn’t be small delinquents anymore.
The guy with a nose ring blocked Fujino-san’s retreat, saying, “Don’t go away, pretty thing. Let’s play together for just one more time.”
“It’s true! Pretty thing, you don’t want to try real pleasure? I promise my skills are top-notch.” A guy with a light tone grabs Fujino-san’s arm.
But before he even touched her arm, Fujino-san caught his hand first.
“Kai…”
Only simple, clever application of force and technique can easily snap his arm off.
One pull and one tug, Fujino snapped his Elbow Joint.
Small Delinquent holds his arm.
A sudden shock makes the others react.
“Oh, you little imp, don’t eat and drink without paying attention! Airplane Head hits Fujino with a boot, but she dodges it.
However, these Small Delinquents are not skilled in combat; they’re very good at fighting.
Since Fujino isn’t familiar with battle tactics, the Small Delinquents manage to attack successfully.
The noseless guy smashes a Beer Bottle on her backside, causing her to stagger.
Airplane Head hits her in the stomach with a fist, and she plummets to the ground.
“Don’t call out, you fool! I’m already broken!” The guy who had his arm snapped shouts back.
Airplane Head holds her Collar and tries to get her to remove her clothes.
Fujino doesn’t seem to hear him, still staring blankly.
The Collar is torn by a small knife.
“If you’re Teacher Kuzuki, how would you handle this?”
Glasses fall off his face, and a colorful ring of red and green appears around his pupils.
His eyes become a distortion.
?
Why is the blade bent?
Airplane Head takes the Folding Knife and examines it carefully.
The blade shatters under immense power, and metal fragments fly everywhere.
The broken knife flies into Airplane Head’s face.
“Ah!”
Airplane Head yells in pain, covering his Blood and Flesh with his hands.
“Hirata, Koji, Yamaguchi, where are you? It’s so dark; I can’t see you. Ugh, where are you?”
Hirata, Koji, and Yamaguchi remain speechless.
If Airplane Head wasn’t blind, he’d see that the three of them are just pieces of meat stuck to a conveyor belt after being washed in a washing machine for 20 minutes.
Airplane Head stumbled towards the side, suddenly pressing against a warm body.
“Hirata, is it you?”
Asagami Fujino covered her face with her hands and looked at Airplane Head from above.
Creaking…
Bones made a sharp crack, like when an orange is squeezed, and blood was sprayed out from the body.
The blood drops landed on her face. Fujino licked her lips.
It’s so good.
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After class.
Still one-on-one teaching daily life.
Bam.
Airplane Head’s forehead was struck again. Kuzuki raised his eyebrows, looking at Asagami Fujino and thinking she seemed off. But he couldn’t pinpoint the issue.
“Third time distracted. I feel like you haven’t had any motivation today, anyway, let’s just finish this.”
Asagami Fujino looked at Kuzuki without saying a word.
A moment later, she said, “Teacher Kuzuki, if Airplane Head becomes a bad child…”
“Yes?”
Kuzuki turned around and said to himself, “If the student misbehaves, should the teacher be at fault too?”
Fujino didn’t say anything.
Kuzuki wasn’t aware of this issue. He was reading Aozaki Touko’s instructions on creating Mystic Eyes.
“We’ve got the gist, but without materials, we might have to try many times before it works.”
Kuzuki decided to leave the Independent Teachers’ Dormitory and go investigate.
Just a short distance away, Kuzuki suddenly realized where the problem was.
Asagami Fujino wasn’t wearing the Mystic Eye Killer Glasses.
Kuzuki stood still for a moment in silence without asking her why.
Still, let’s finish making the artificial Mystic Eyes first…
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