>>1626865Hiroshi had gone too far. When she refused his advances, he began getting violent.
Chiaki's head had been slammed roughly into the ground and her clothes were torn from her torso without any regard for how she'd return from gym without drawing a lot of questions. He was far past thinking reasonably or even being reasoned with.
Well, he'd get no further. The decorative sword was left propped against a wall of the shed, the fancied property of a samurai-obsessed history teacher.
It was not razor-sharp, but it was sharp enough for her to swing it desperately at the fumbling boy's neck, and cut deep. By the time he was done screaming and blacked out, she was already on her feet and headed out the door.
Maybe he'd survive if someone got to him fast enough. She didn't care, much like she had no regard for her blood-soaked topless appearance. Let them stare.
If nothing else, they would learn one hell of a lesson about why she was not a girl to push too far.
