Free Time Events with Hiro Satoru, the Ultimate Muay Thai Fighter

Taka Suzuha, the Ultimate Academic Prodigy (Complete)

Kotoko Utsugi, the Ultimate Actress

Ryoji Iwasaki, the Ultimate Archaeologist

Sheena Midoriko, the Ultimate Biologist (Complete)

Maria Nobutsuna, the Ultimate Cartographer (Complete)

Akira Sanada, the Ultimate Dancer

Naoya Himura, the Ultimate Dreamer (Complete)

Honoka Asai, the Ultimate Eroge Producer

Michi no Cheisa, the Ultimate Forensic Analyst (Complete)

Aya Nakajima, the Ultimate Football Star

Ryuu Nomoya, the Ultimate Game Designer

Shiori Tojiko, the Ultimate Meteorologist

Hiro Satoru, the Ultimate Muay Thai Fighter

Kojiro Keigo, the Ultimate Policeman

Shinji Kizami, the Ultimate Romantic

Kicho Taika, the Ultimate Store Manager (Complete)

Narutoya Nobunaga, the Ultimate Telemarketer

Sho Takeda, the Ultimate Volunteer

Free Time Event 1#

Hiro Satoru, the Ultimate Muay Thai Fighter. I'd heard of him, of course. He trained in a temple in Kyushu and protected the locals. He dreamed of becoming the most important athlete in all of Japan, or so he said on news outlets. He'd only lost three fights; to a man named Kenshiro, to Sakura Ohgami, and to his one time trainer, Nekomaru Nidai. He was a natural, but his abrasive attitude had alienated him in the martial arts community.

I wasn't afraid of him, though. Definitely not...

"Himura!" When he yelled my name one morning, I nearly crumpled to the floor in fear.

I rotated methodically to face him, "Y... Yeah?" I wanted to cry as he stomped up to me. His arms were massive in comparison to mine. He was the second tallest of us, and certainly the fittest, except for perhaps Aya.

'What are you doing up this early, bastard!? You planning to kill!?" And of course, he accused me. Hiro was notorious for suspecting the rest of us being killers. Kicho suggested it was representative of his own urges or something... Not that she'd tell him that.

"I was just going to the cafe. Is that unacceptable?" I decided to sass him. He wouldn't hit me for that, right?

Hiro cracked his knuckles, "You wanna make me mad?"

I glared back at him, "Then stop treating me like a damn criminal. If I wanted to kill someone, I wouldn't bother talking to you. Hell, I'd probably not do it anywhere near you!"

"True... The killer that goes after me would have a pretty hard time survivin' my wrath..." Hiro laughed, "Whatever. I have training to do. Wanna join? I 'convinced' Ryoji to join me already."

"Just ask Aya. You both mostly use your feet, right?"

Hiro's veins throbbed then, "Th-that's... not the worst idea... You go ask her for me. I can't be late or Ryoji might run again..."

I nodded, "O-okay..." I sighed, thanking the Lord he wasn't forcing me to go too. Ryoji, the poor soul...

And that was how Hiro finally began treating me like something resembling people...

Free Time Event 2#

I should have known it was only a matter of time.

Hiro lunged for me, legs spread wide as he pushed up off of the ground, leaping in my direction. He had a cocky grin, the kind that reminded me of just who I was up against.

I glanced at Ryoji, still collapsed on the small field next to me. We'd found an elementary school. The building was in mostly ruins, but the field was good.

Aya, who had excitedly agreed to join Ryoji and I, was in a defense position, acting as if the injured Ryoji was her net to protect. Wish we had a fourth so I didn't have to-

A foot cut my thoughts off as he floored me with a single kick, sending me comically flying through the grass and dirt, scratching my back through the clothes as I winced in pain.

"Tch... Aya, you're up." Hiro lunged for her, and the two exchanged blows. Hiro could use his hands to some effect, but Aya was able to not only block him but also launch attacks of her own with just her feet. Hiro always got super pissed when he got to her; then he'd take it out on Ryoji and I. We asked Ryuu to come, but he flaked. Smart traitorous bastard he was, eh?

Ryoji grumbled, "G-get him... Aya..."

Aya gave him a thumbs up, "No problem, Ryoji-kun!"

Hiro tried to take advantage of that opening, sending his foot straight up. Aya stepped back just in time for his foot to connect with her chin, staggering her.

"Finally!" Hiro lunged forward, palm outstretched, slamming into her stomach. Aya placed a hand over her waist and collapsed to her knees, "I finally beat you!"

I walked over, clutching my wrist, "Finally...? This was the first time we all sparred together."

Hiro quickly corrected himself, "Oh, r-right... The first time, huh... And no one's here to see it..." Hiro felt a rush of emotion and kicked the field, launching some dirt and grass into the air.

"Are you upset or something?" Ryoji was sitting up and slurping ramen from one of those instant noodle cups he was binging on.

"Nah... Nah." Hiro took a bottle from his belt and drank the whole thing, "I started as a kickboxer... That's why my legs are my strength. I can utilize my arms, too, but that's my strong suit. My arms are too muscled up to move as quickly now..." he sighed, "The sport is more varied than you'd think. That's why Aya-chan is my rival... She's said to be the strongest warrior on two legs... I have to prove that untrue... My pride demands it!"

Aya jumped up, "So I should not hold back, huh?"

Hiro's body tensed, "Holding back... You're bluffing." Hiro moved for her. Aya sidestepped him with ease and tripped him, not bothering to defend herself more than that.

As Hiro hit the ground, he began to yell in rage, "You... That's not even funny!" He got to his feet and lunged, but she jumped over him this time, "You an acrobat, too!?"

Aya smirked, "I'm a professional, right? I spent a long time honing my body for football... I won't be defeated so easily!"

Hiro growled for a moment before regaining his composure, "That so? At least I have a worthy partner to train with... Ryoji, Naoya, to the bench! Watch the real experts at work..."

Ryoji shrugged, "You mean just Aya, right?" Hiro kicked his ramen to the ground, "Why the food!?"

I shook my head in exasperation. What even was this group of ours...?

Free Time Event 3#

The weather was overcast and somewhat chilly when Hiro and I met alone on the field. He was trying his hand at football, kicking the ball around and trying to find people to play with that weren't as good as Aya, nor as bad as I was.

"Damn it... When will I be good enough to crush her!?" Hiro was muttering to himself a lot during this time as i stood next to the goal post.

I decided to ask, "Why are you so intent on beating Aya, Hiro?" He glared at me, "Dude, she's not your enemy. She's never been cruel to you."

Hiro cursed at me, "Fuck off."

"What, did she ruin your life or something?" When he flinched, I knew, "...Are you serious?"

"Does it fucking matter!? I asked you here to watch, not talk!" Hiro lunged forward, slamming the side of his foot into the ball, sending it tearing down the field at the goal post. I hid behind the metal post as it tore into the net, nearly burning it as it continued spinning before finally falling to the ground.

Sensing I was in danger if I continued prying, I tried to de-escalate the situation, "Okay, sorry! I'll shut up!"

Hiro sighed, walking over to the net and grabbing the ball in his hands, "It's... stupid. My life, I mean..."

"Hiro..."

"I said I wanted to be the best. The most famous athlete in Japan, right?" He drank from his water bottle again, "Well, I couldn't compete with people like Ogre or Kuwata. Didn't have the looks for it. Instead, I devoted myself to being the best legwork athlete. Something I could achieve. Sprinting, Muay Thai, kickboxing, soccer... But that damn Nakajima..."

He was jealous of her? "She didn't mean to overshadow you, man."

Hiro sighed, putting his bottle back in his belt, "Think I don't know? And how could taking my title ruin my life, huh? I'm a sad, pathetic person, aren't I?"

"I don't think so..." I considered my own life, "Having a dream is wonderful. Having it snatched away can hurt."

"It's a stupid dream for a stupid fool..." He spat at the ground, "If anything, it's my... Her popularity pissed me off so damn much. She was amazing, popular... Even helped with volunteer work before the Fall..."

I thought to myself, "I think Sho might have mentioned her once or twice..."

Hiro lifted the ball with his toe and kicked it over the field, landing it in the other net a good forty meters away, "Some bastard came to me one day, mocking me... I already knew Nakajima was better, but this bastard wouldn't leave it be... Bullying a ten year old..."

"So what did you do?"

"I kicked him in the damn throat," Hiro cursed to himself, "He's probably dead now. I accidentally paralyzed the stupid bastard. He was just some homeless vagabond anyways... I wasn't charged for it. People said he started it, but..."

I asked, "You feel guilty for it, right? About giving in to your anger?"

Hiro nodded, "A sign of weakness, it was. That's why I want to beat Nakajima. Not to win, or to prove a point, or any of that bullshit... I want to beat the demon inside me. I want to prove that I can do it, overcome my own weakness."

"If that's what you want... I'll still help you, okay?" I gave him a smile.

"Like I'd let you go, anyways," he shot back, smirking, "You're living on me time right now. Now, go get the ball and prepare to play goalie..." I gulped in fear, and he motioned to the other net, "You've got sixty seconds."

With that, I started sprinting.

Free Time Event 4#

In his never ending efforts to defeat Aya, Hiro became close to her, Ryoji, and myself. Not purposefully, of course, but wholly accidental. It was quite amusing to me how he softened up in our presence.

"Damn... You're a fuckin' machine..." Hiro was coated in sweat. If I was in his condition, I'd feel disgusted with myself, "Why can't I seem to win?"

Aya, also sweating pretty profusely, was wearing her football uniform. Number 11, professional star Nakajima-san had taken the field, "Keep this up... and I just might..."

Ryoji threw her a bottle, and she caught it and started drinking, "Damn... Don't overwork yourselves, alright?"

"You care so much, huh Ryoji?" I teased, "Do you like Nakajima?"

"What!? O-of course not!" Ryoji was blushing though, "I just admire her, that's all. I know better than to try for her!"

Hiro laughed, "So you do. You're just scared."

Ryoji glared at him, "I'm not scared!"

"Then ask her," Hiro shot back, "If you're so brave."

Ryoji stomped his foot, "Fine, whatever! Hey, Aya. Want to hang out after we're done here?"

"Sure. Just let me shower first," Aya answered.

"See! I told you I'd... Wait, really?"

Aya nodded, "Why not? We're close friends, Ryoji. I wouldn't just turn you down."

Tears flowing under his glasses, Ryoji spoke, "R-really? That's never happened before..."

Hiro shook his head, "That's kinda pathetic to just admit to, man."

I concurred, "Yeah, but it's very much like Ryoji. Let's leave 'em be."

And like that, Ryoji and Aya went their own ways, planning to meet elsewhere. Hiro and I didn't pry into their affairs as we saw them off.

"Back to practice," Hiro evilly grinned at me. I felt an intense murderous desire...!

...

After a torturous training session, I decided to ask, "Did you know?" Hiro gave me a confused look, "That she'd say yes."

"I suspected as much," Hiro chuckled, "More power to them. Long as they know the risks..."

"Right..." I hadn't thought about that, "If you fall in love here, your likely to get fucked up for it."

Hiro frowned, "Yeah... We'll do our damnedest to prevent anything going down, though. Right?"

I nodded, "Of course, Hiro. I'll do my best."

"Hey... You like a girl here? Need my help?" He was smirking.

"No thanks, Hiro," I replied sternly, "I'm not interested. I know better than to make commitments here."

Hiro nudged my shoulder, "Come on, man. Life is short. Ours might be. Why not die happy?"

I scooted away from him, "Yeah, uh, no. I don't intend to make it out."

"You expecting someone will kill you?"

"That or I'll sacrifice myself," I admitted, "That was my plan if we got forced to kill, anyways."

He didn't like that, "You're not doin' that. None of us are tapping out because of that fuckin' bear, you understand me?" When I refused to answer, he grabbed my shoulders, "Do you understand me?"

Silence persisted...

Hiro let me go, "Damn it, Himura... We're not done talking about this."

"I promise."

"What, really?" He didn't believe me.

I looked him in the eyes, "I promise. That what you want? I promise I won't give up..."

Hiro sighed in relief, "Thank goodness. Thought I'd have ta knock sense into you, dumbass. Now, let's head back ourselves."

"Okay..." And we did just that.

Free Time Event 5#

It was another bright, sun-filled day that the four of us had taken to the field when Hiro asked us to gather around.

"What's this about...?" Ryoji asked, somewhat tentatively.

Hiro held out a charm, "This is..." It was a small white paper person, "Grab hold of it."

Ryoji argued, "I don't do occult stuff."

"You'll be a ghost if you don't grab the fuckin' thing," Hiro warned, leveling a glare at him, "And even if you escape, I'll ouija board the fuck out that hotel."

Reluctantly, Ryoji pressed his fingers on one of the limbs of the paper guy.

Aya followed, "There. That what you wanted?"

"I'll do it, too, I guess." I didn't want ghosts either.

"On three, we pull." Hiro smirked, "One, two, three!" We all pulled hard and the paper man split apart. Hiro got the head, Ryoji got the left half of the body, Aya the right arm, and me the right leg and torso.

Hiro reached into his pockets and retrieved his ID card, "Now we slide it under our ID. Don't lose it. This will keep us connected in case... Well, in case anything happens."

"You did a friend ritual with us?" Ryoji asked, confused.

"Yeah... I had a similar experience with my Sensei and instructors. I hope that wherever they are, they're safe right now," Hiro carefully returned his ID card into his pocket, "I also want to make a promise between us. The Four Field Friends. Or... whatever name you wanna make up..."

Ryoji excitedly raised his hand, "Can we be called Homeward Hopers?"

I shrugged, "I guess. It alliterates nicely..."

Hiro scratched at his cheek, "Whatever works, man. We have to make a vow here and now. That no matter what happens, if any of us die... We gotta die with a smile on our face, understand?"

Ryoji asked, "Why?"

"Because it'll show Monokuma we won't die in Despair. No matter what; if we go down, we won't give him satisfaction. You got it!?" He glared at all of us.

"Sure," I gave in, "I, Naoya Himura, promise to survive, but if I die, to die smiling."

Ryoji and Aya followed, and Hiro smiled and did it himself. I felt a strong bond between us... I finally understood him.

You have unlocked the skill, "Defensive Pact". Hiro has forged a brotherly bond with you. This skill allows you to regain some health for every correct answer selected during a trial.

You have been awarded Hiro's undergarments! You can access the description in the Presents menu. Congratulations!