Chapter 392: Violence Can't Solve All Problems, But It Can Solve Most Problems!

Takeuchi-sensei had originally been displeased, after all, he was stuck in the middle as a punching bag, but now, looking at a group of aggressive parents and having been slapped by the monster boy with tremendous strength, his mood improved considerably.

Shouting internally for a few more slaps, while on the surface showing an embarrassed expression, he sincerely requested Satomi Rentaro to let the accompanying boy stop.

As for directly stopping the boy, anyway, he, who had been slapped yesterday, no longer dared to.

"Uwaa~"

The elementary students brought along, watching their parents stand up for them, similarly had no ability to resist being slapped wildly by the Slap Demon King, and thinking of the slap they had received on their faces yesterday, someone was immediately scared into crying.

The scene at the crime scene was in chaos, Satomi Rentaro watched from the side, although he knew this kind of thing was wrong, he didn't know why but felt great.

Broly did what he had impulsively wanted to do in his heart but hadn't dared to do because of various problems in reality.

"Okay, I'll persuade him right now!"

The boy agreed like that, but had absolutely no intention of taking action.

Anyway, since they already knew Broly wouldn't beat anyone to death, letting these people suffer a bit was no big deal.

"Broly, isn't that enough……"

On the contrary, Aihara Enju, watching, began to feel somewhat unwilling to bear it.

Although she knew these adults were here to cause trouble for her, this act of Broly directly skipping the process and not going through their stage of harming her, just slapping these people, still made this kind girl feel somewhat unjust.

"Alright, but it has to be symmetrical."

Hearing this, Broly nodded, and slapped the side of the burly man's cheek that wasn't swollen enough a few more times.

Seeing the skin become congested and swollen, forming symmetry with the cheek that was already swollen on the other side, he then, satisfied, put down the father of the little fatty who had become a pig-headed San.

"Mm, you adults are here to apologize to my friend for your children hurting my friend with their words yesterday, right?"

Wiping the blood on his hand on the little fatty, Broly then asked, he knew this group of people was here to cause trouble for Aihara Enju, so now he was confirming whether they had changed their minds.

A group of slapped parents looked at each other, glanced at one another, focusing on the man with the pig-headed San face who was the most burly but had been slapped the hardest.

"Ah, yes yes yes, that's how it is."

Things had come to this, besides agreeing, what else could this group of them say?

"We're truly sorry, our child is unreasonable, actually hurting your friend with words!"

Some parents even directly gave their own child's head a big slap on the spot, pulling the child to apologize to Broly.

If they had known the one who hit people was a boy, and moreover could fight so well, they wouldn't have come at all; their own child came home and didn't even explain clearly, only saying they were beaten at school because of Cursed Children, truly a pain in the ass.

"Apologizing like this, you won't feel forced, right?"

"Absolutely not forced."

Broly was very satisfied; his method of convincing people with reason, forged from his own old father, had once again received effective practical verification.

"By the way, you won't call the police later to say I hurt you, right?"

Broly thought of the possible situation Satomi Rentaro had told him about last night, and asked again.

"No, no……"

The person beside him changed complexion and hurriedly shook his head to deny.

In the current situation, even if they had that thought, they didn't dare to admit it.

The situation is stronger than people; if settling accounts, they must first escape danger before settling.

By then……

"It's best if not, but even if so, it doesn't matter; I heard there is some minor protection law here, and I happen to be 13 years old this year, still a child."

"Also, I am not a Cursed Child; even if I hit you, it can only prove that you were beaten by a little child like me."

"Neither crippled nor dead, why not, I'll compensate you some medical expenses, and after your injuries heal, I'll beat you up again?"

Broly said, taking out banknotes from his pocket; this was the prize money Tenkō Kisara gave him last night, pulling out a bill and handing it to a parent beside him.

"Ah, no need, no need, I was born to be hit."

"I'm not injured at all."

"That's right, no one is injured at all; how could anyone go report to the police?"

"Right, right……"

If this group of people had thought about reporting to the police just now, after Broly finished saying these words now, those thoughts disappeared.

Yeah, this is a boy, not a Cursed Child, a normal child minor protection law with disaster still not disappeared, plus being able to lift a 1.85-meter tall burly man and slap him, what can these ordinary adults do?

It's just being slapped in the face; would they really report to the police, saying they were slapped by a little child?

Not to mention the issue of losing face, just look at the other party holding a large stack of banknotes ready to pay their medical expenses.

Damn, they really dare to accept, really dare to report to the police; could it be that this boy in front of them really dares to pay their medical expenses and renew the fee to continue slapping their faces?

Broly looked at the adults around him who were convinced in heart and mouth, feeling that after asking the wives in the group chat room last night and explaining the situation of the friend's girl in this world, the more detailed supplement from Megumin about his idea of convincing people with reason was really good.

"Everyone, this is a good opportunity to make big money……"

"No need, really no need."

"The father of the little fatty lying on the ground over there not speaking, you're not speaking, do you want to make big money from me?"

"Wuu wuu wuu……"

The burly man hurriedly shook his head; his swollen cheek flesh made him unable to say a complete sentence, but Broly understood his thought of not wanting to make money from him.

"Alright, everyone has apologized, now disperse; as long as you remember in the future, let your children be good classmates with my friend Enju, and you won't have trouble."

Hearing this, the adults around felt a chill in their hearts; the meaning of these words wasn't saying that if they didn't be good classmates, there would be trouble?

"Heard it, heard it; in the future, be good classmates with others!"

Some parents immediately scolded their own children.

The parents who came to cause trouble received a satisfactory explanation.

The matter was resolved, and Aihara Enju smoothly returned to the warm campus.

It was the class welcoming her return; during the entire morning class, besides the teacher's suppressed teaching voice, no other louder sounds were made.

All the students were careful even with their breathing, and none dared to raise their heads, merely burying themselves in the books before them.

"How nostalgic, this is what a warm school life is!"

Broly stood at the back of the classroom observing a lesson, and only after the bell rang did he walk over to Aihara Enju at her desk and sigh.

Aihara Enju: "……"

Watching the teacher leave the classroom as if fleeing after the bell rang.

Looking around, after class, the students still sat in their chairs maintaining a silent and upright posture.

This is called a warm school life?

"What's wrong, Enju, is there something wrong with what I said?"

Seeing the girl's somewhat speechless expression, Broly felt strange and asked.

He had also experienced a few days of elementary school life in the Type-Moon World before.

However, such memories had long since become blurry.

So, he didn't feel at all that there was anything wrong with the classroom before him, which was quiet to an eerie degree.

"No, nothing is wrong. By the way, Broly, aren't you going to find Doctor Muroto Sumire? Hurry up and go."

"Eh, then is there no problem on your side?"

"Definitely no problem, my strength is not weak either."

Aihara Enju patted her small chest and said sincerely.

"Alright, then I'll leave first."

Seeing this, Broly also left.

And after he left, in the quiet classroom, sounds of sighs of relief rose simultaneously, but they still didn't dare to be too loud.

"Ogawa, did you watch Tenchu Shoujo yesterday……"

Aihara Enju tried to strike up a conversation with her former best friend, but before she could finish asking, she saw her former good friend nervously shake her head.

"S-sorry, Enju, I, I didn't watch last night……"

The girl was obviously lying.

"Then let me tell you the plot……"

The girl was about to cry.

"I, I want to go to the toilet."

"Then I'll go with you."

"No, not needed, I can go alone."

The girl ran out as if fleeing.

"Nishimura, then I and you……"

Aihara Enju hadn't finished speaking when she heard the girl she had spoken to also say she wanted to go to the toilet.

Her gaze swept around the classroom, and every girl avoided making eye contact with her.

And when she looked at the boys, those boys hurriedly waved their hands, indicating they didn't watch Tenchu Shoujo at all.

Broly's palm indeed simply and effectively solved the problem of elementary students in the school daring to openly reject Aihara Enju.

However, wanting Aihara Enju to return to her former school life was somewhat impossible; everyone was afraid of her, but only because they feared the more terrifying Palm Demon King more, so they didn't dare show hostility toward the girl, but the attitude of keeping their distance was already obvious.

Just after spending two days of a brand new school life, Aihara Enju, upon returning home, told Satomi Rentaro that she wanted to transfer schools.

"What's wrong, is someone bullying you at school again?"

Broly had been running to find Muroto Sumire these past two days to cooperate with her research on himself, but seeing Aihara Enju's somewhat dejected appearance, and checking her continuously decreasing Happiness Value on the Crystal Palace Panel, he still fairly expressed his willingness to stand up for this friend of his.

"No one is bullying me, it's just……"

Aihara Enju spoke of the cold violence she had encountered at school these past two days.

"It seems I have to go persuade those people again!"

Hearing this news, Broly stood up and prepared to go find Aihara Enju's classmates to give them a good lesson on the logic of a slap to the face.

But he was stopped by Aihara Enju, who shook her head and refused.

"Thank you, Broly, but forget it, I've thought it through; we were never people of the same world to begin with."

"Is that really okay?"

"Even if you use force to coerce those elementary students, what Enju can obtain is probably only the false friendship they show to avoid being slapped by you."

Satomi Rentaro had to admit that Broly's palm intimidation was very useful, but he also determined that the boy's palm was not omnipotent.

"Transferring schools is also fine, Enju; go to a school where no one knows you, and start over by making new friends."

Satomi Rentaro patted the girl's shoulder and said softly.

"But if the friends you make again discover Enju's identity as a Cursed Child and reject Enju once more, wouldn't Enju have to suffer again?"

Broly discovered a blind spot and brought it up.

"Broly is right, then I might as well not go to school anyway; anyway, even if I don't go to school, I'm not someone without friends, I still have Broly……"

Aihara Enju acknowledged this and said with a smile, but as she spoke, her Happiness Value decreased again.

Satomi Rentaro could see the girl's sadness, but what could he do about it?

Broly's palm could make others choose to endure being in the same classroom as a Cursed Child on the surface, but it could not change others' true thoughts about Cursed Children in their hearts.

Forcing others to be friends with Aihara Enju is completely meaningless.

"Alright, then I'll go help you withdraw from school tomorrow."

The youth was silent for a while, then said.

"Wait, I have a way!"

Just as Aihara Enju nodded, intending to accept this result, Broly suddenly said.

【Her case is a matter of public impression; just change the existing impression people have of her.】

【Uh, how to change it?】

【Very simple—stage a little drama in the other world, just like back in our world when we together shaped Megumin's Demon King image.】

Broly, in the other world you transmigrated to, help your friend there shape a new image for them.

Hmm, aren't the Cursed Children of that world the ones who fight as starters to protect the populace and the Gastrea?

Then help shape a heroic image, changing that world's people's fixed impressions of your friend and of the Cursed Children!】

In the group chat room, several more lines of dialogue had been added, things that were quite something to say out loud.

And her words gave Broly a feeling of sudden enlightenment, as if clouds parted to reveal the sun.

【Broly, you must make this a condition and get her to agree to become your wife!】

【Aqua Master, Enju already has someone she likes.】

【So what if she likes someone? As the saying goes, as long as you swing the hoe well, there's no corner you can't dig down!】

【Exactly, otherwise, if she's not your wife, why should you be so wholeheartedly helping her!】

Megumin chimed in below.

【Don't say it like that—that little girl named Aihara Enju, her life in her own world has already been miserable enough; Broly showing her a bit more sympathy, helping her purely out of friendship without seeking repayment, isn't that also good?!】

Yunyun had a different opinion.

And below, wives of different personalities soon spoke up, some agreeing, some opposing.

Of course, there were also those who didn't care at all, feeling Broly should just act on whim.

And Broly's nature made his desire to help friends even purer, without too much utilitarian motive.

「We need a school show to make the students and teachers of Kōda Elementary School understand the difference between Enju and the Gastrea.

She is not a Gastrea that will harm them, but a hero who steps forward to fight the Gastrea and protect them when the Gastrea harm them! 」

「Uh, but how to do this—persuade those people with words alone? 」

Even Satomi Rentaro didn't hold too much hope for this.

Human prejudice is a mountain; if it could be persuaded with words, it wouldn't be prejudice.

「No, not with words—we persuade others with performance! 」

(Chapter End)