บท 288: Unhappy Second-years.

Ten minutes later.

Ichiro was sitting on a comfy chair with a napkin in his hand. Every now and then, he was trying to get rid of the bloodstains around his face, and they were already reduced by a great amount.

His hair was messy, with his black fighting uniform was disheveled, with obvious signs of battles.

His skin, which was visible, had either bruises or simply dirty, with the most obvious ones being on his back, which was slightly on rags with his muscular back visible and obvious signs of bruises.

Michael, Sariel, and Rafael were sitting in chairs, around 10 meters away from him, and they kept taking sneaky glances towards Ichiro.

They had no idea what was going through his mind because he had been silent since the fight.

Giron was helping other Club Members to clean the building, which had broken floors with wooden pieces everywhere.