The current club president of the boxing club is Sato-senpai from Class A, third year.
He was the runner-up in last year's National High School Boxing Championship.
This competition is highly prestigious, equivalent to the national high school boxing championship runner-up level, a genuine top honor.
With such achievements, Sato-senpai was scouted by the national team early on, and after graduation, he would not only be recommended to a top sports university but might even directly enter professional boxing.
And being able to graduate from Class A, his academic performance was equally outstanding. Even without a special sports recommendation, he could easily get into a prestigious university based on his grades alone.
He was truly accomplished in both academics and athletics, with a boundless future.
However, due to his promotion to third year, Sato-senpai's role naturally shifted—he not only took over as club president but also assumed the duties of club coach.
Now, he poured his energy into training second-year members and guiding first-year freshmen.
Club President Sato's personality was as straightforward as his jab—conversations between men were often settled directly in the ring with fists.
At noon.
When Akira brought Karuizawa to the boxing club, Club President Sato didn't even wait for them to finish explaining their purpose before bursting into laughter and making a decision:
"Manager? No problem at all!"
Then, a powerful punch landed heavily on Akira's shoulder, making him stumble back half a step—
Among the many new students, Club President Sato had a special expectation for Akira—this junior was like an unpolished jade.
Normally, people with excellent physical abilities would have had some exposure to one or two fighting techniques.
But such people often carried hard-to-correct habitual movements—for example, karate practitioners would subconsciously try to use a roundhouse kick, which is an absolute taboo under boxing rules.
But Akira was completely different.
This junior had surprisingly only practiced basic skills for eight years, like a max-level novice account in a game that stubbornly refused to change classes.
Precisely because of this, when he officially began systematically learning boxing, his progress was astonishingly fast—pure fundamentals, on the contrary, became the most precious blank canvas.
Before the two left, Sato-senpai specifically patted Akira's shoulder.
"You don't need to come to training so often anymore."
Seeing the other party pause slightly, Sato-senpai smiled and added, "Occasionally is fine. To be honest, your progress... is truly astonishing."
His gaze swept over the other new students practicing by the side of the ring. "This might affect the motivation of other team members. If you have nothing else to do, you can go check out the Student Council."
Akira nodded lightly, not saying much.
Indeed, within this innate body, there was astonishing athletic talent.
"That Club President Sato... seems to think highly of you."
On the way back to the classroom, Karuizawa suddenly broke the silence.
Akira shrugged. "He's just coveting my strong physique."
Karuizawa's footsteps suddenly stopped.
At this point, she suddenly realized that she was no different from that straightforward boxing club president.
"Asking you to ask that club president... I feel a little bad about it, haha."
Karuizawa tried to cover her embarrassment with a light laugh.
Akira spread his hands. "After all, 80,000 points aren't just for show."
"Speaking of which—why did you protect Sakura-san just now? Could it be... she also signed some secret agreement with you?"
"No, that's not it."
"Eh—? No? That's too sly! I actually paid 80,000 points!"
"You didn't buy exclusive protection rights."
Karuizawa pouted in dissatisfaction, but Akira merely glanced at her indifferently, pretending not to hear.
The money she paid bought his protection, but it didn't stipulate that he could only protect her.
By the afternoon swimming class, students were successively heading to their respective changing rooms.
Akira then noticed the special aspect of Japanese high school swimming classes—
Girls wore proper one-piece swimsuits, while boys only needed to wear a pair of sports shorts.
This was practically a public execution of one's physique.
Watching several slender boys awkwardly hug their arms, Akira couldn't help but shake his head inwardly—in this kind of setting, unexercised boys were probably a hundred times more embarrassed than girls in swimsuits.
However, for him personally, being shirtless was no big deal.
Inside the changing room, Akira, with his upper body bare, suddenly noticed that Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's physique was also unexpectedly outstanding.
His muscle lines were very well-proportioned, and every muscle fiber presented a perfect streamlined shape.
This refined physique even surpassed Hirata's robustness and Sudo Ken's bulk, displaying a restrained yet ultimate beauty of strength.
Looking across the entire class, perhaps only Koenji's perfect physique and Akira himself could be compared to it.
The gazes of the surrounding boys were involuntarily drawn to these three people. Some subconsciously touched their thin abdomens, while others unconsciously straightened their backs.
Besides secretly comparing certain unspeakable dimensions, the competition of muscles was also a silent war.
"Shimizu-kun, Ayanokoji-kun, how on earth did you get such physiques?!" Ike suddenly leaned over, his eyes sparkling with both envy and suspicion.
Akira crossed his arms and replied seriously. "It's simple: 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, plus a 10-kilometer run every day, and absolutely no air conditioning no matter how hot it gets."
Ayanokoji, still expressionless, spoke in a flat tone as if stating the weather. "Nothing special, just inherited my parents' physique."
"Hey! You two!" Ike's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but loudly complain. "One is clearly spouting nonsense from reading too many comics, and the other is too lazy to even make up an excuse! Who are you trying to fool with such perfunctory answers?!"
The surrounding boys couldn't help but laugh, but their eyes still lingered for a few more seconds on those two perfect physiques—no matter how they tried to hide it, that envy and jealousy ultimately couldn't be concealed.
Shortly after the boys successively arrived at the pool area, the girls appeared in twos and threes at the changing room entrance.
However, to everyone's surprise, Hasebe Haruka, Sakura, and several other girls did not go directly to the pool, but appeared on the viewing platform on the second floor.
Yet, before the boys could feel regret over Hasebe's absence, the next moment, a commotion erupted at the pool entrance—Kushida made her entrance.
She walked with light steps, and the sunlight reflecting off the water outlined her perfect figure.
Her fair thighs trembled slightly with each step, her full hips appeared even more shapely encased in the swimsuit, and the proud curve of her chest made the boys collectively hold their breath.
"Wow!"
"That's incredible!"
Exclamations erupted one after another among the boys.
Akira also involuntarily glanced at her several times before slowly withdrawing his gaze.
'I have to admit, Kushida's figure is indeed impeccable.'