"SHOCKING!"

Kumagawa stared, perplexed at the sight of a knife sticking into his bento.

"How do you like that?" the knife-wielding man asked, standing several seats above the three. "My name is Jack Naito, President of the Knife-Throwing Club. Lady Satsuki put quite a high price on your head, and I intend to deliver. Sho-CKING!"

The man jumped into the air and threw several more knives at Kumagawa—who made no effort to dodge. As his body was pierced by said knives, he fell out of the bleachers and onto the field. At that moment, Mako let out a shriek and Shinjiro yelled out Kumagawa's name.

The latter then turned to Jack. "The hell is wrong with you!? He's dead!"

"Oh crap, oh crap!" …who appeared to be having a panic attack of sorts. "I-I didn't mean to kill him."

"What're you talking about? What were you expecting to happen when you decided to throw knives at a person?"

"I-I don't know. I thought he would, like, dodge or something. They told me he was a tough guy, so… Look, it made a lot more sense in my head."

As Shinjiro growled, Mako gasped. Turning around, he spotted Kumagawa's body rising from the ground disturbingly. His back was still arched as his legs seemingly struggled to lift the rest of his body up.

"『No, no. You're doing it all wrong. This isn't how you kill a Minus. You have to aim for a vital area.』" His smile everpresent, Kumagawa took one of the knives lodged into his torso and immediately stabbed it into his right eye socket, much to the horror of all bearing witness. "『Like so.』"

Shinjiro—or Nui, more accurately—for whatever reason, felt a slight bit of discomfort at the sight. Having been no stranger to experiencing or causing bodily harm, she couldn't quite grasp why seeing a man stabbing himself in the eye could do that to her. Despite possessing both her eyes, she felt a phantom pain sensation on her left, as if having lost it. Strange.

But this moment probably wasn't as surprising to her as it was to the other two. Mako fainted, prompting Shinjiro to capture her before she hit the ground. Jack, meanwhile, took two steps back and pointed at the other.

"T-t-that's a trick. You're showing us all an illusion."

"『Yep, you're totally right.』" In that instant, both the knives and the damage they had caused disappeared, leaving a seemingly unharmed Kumagawa smiling innocently at the bewildered spectators. "『Jack Knaifo, or whatever your name is. Normally, I'd simply let you off with a warning, but…』" Jack's eyes widened upon seeing Kumagawa pull two abnormally large screws out of thin air. "『You interrupted my lunch and made me look uncool in front of a girl. I hope you've made peace with your god.』"

Jack jumped at the sight of Kumagawa's killing intent. However, the awe he was expressing in the next second wasn't focused on Kumagawa…

"『Frozen by fear?』"

"Um, behind you," said Shinjiro.

"『Hm?』"

Turning around, Kumgawa's head was immediately grasped by a giant's hand. He was then tossed into the nearby wall like a ragdoll. As soon as his body collided with the pavement, it broke through, leaving rubble and debris in its wake.

"Student Council Disciplinary Committee Chair, Gamagori Ira," the behemoth shouted. "By the power vested in me, I will enact judgment today."

Emerging from the rubble, Kumagawa, who had several bones broken at that point, struggled to stand up straight, much to the disgust of those bearing witness. Despite the damage done to him, his smile never faded even once.

"『You're that guy from the other day,』" he observed, right before leaping with two screws in hand, his intent to kill stronger than ever before.

Gamagori dodged his opponent's initial assault and then used his whip to deflect the others.

"『Still peeved you couldn't put me down completely.』"

"Silence, wretch. Your tricks won't work on me."

"『A shame.』" Kumagawa jumped up and tossed his screws at the other, who then deflected with his whip. In that moment, Kumagawa disappeared, leaving a confused Gamagori scanning the field for where his opponent might be. "『I really wanted to get to know you better.』"

Somehow, Kumagawa had appeared behind Gamagori at a speed too fast for even Shinjiro to capture. Turning around, Gamagori just narrowly dodged the screw which attempted to stab his head.

"You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

"『I have been criticized before for being tenacious. You can call it one of my many flaws.』"

"Hey, don't leave me out of the fun," a voice sounded from the sky.

Looking up, Kumagawa spotted a giant heart-shaped tank floating out of the sky. If he wasn't himself, he'd call such a sight abnormal. In fact, he did anyway.

Standing at the center of it was Nonon Jakuzure, who looked down on the stadium with a smirk.

She's in full regalia, pondered Gamagori. He understood how peeved she was about the attacks on her division, but even so, activating a three-star Goku uniform against a mere no-star struck him as somewhat excessive.

He didn't have much more time to analyze the situation before a giant heart-shaped sound attack splattered the stadium grounds, causing the chairs and debris to fly all over.

"Oy, Nonon," Gamagori shouted. "Are you trying to take me out too!?"

"Huh? Ah, Ira. Sorry. Didn't see you down there. You all look like ants from up here, so…"

As Ira growled, Shinjiro lay upon the ruins with a passed-out Mako resting on his back. The smoke clouds were so heavy, visibility was all but shot.

"You two." Gamagori turned around. "I don't know what relation you have to this delinquent, but I suggest you pursue it no further if you do not wish to incur Lady Satsuki's wrath."

Seeing Shinjiro nod his head understandingly, Gamagori turned back and noticed that Nonon's attack did more harm than good. Due to the dust cloud's thickness, he could see neither hide nor hair of his opponent.

Immediately, Gamagori pivoted to the left and narrowly deflected a screw being thrown his way. He then saw a silhouette behind the cloud and, at that moment, threw his whip at the body.

"You can't hide from me!"

As soon as the whip connected, Gamagori's eyes widened upon seeing the person his attack hit.

"SHOCK!" Jack Naito fell down as soon as the spiked whip thrashed his face.

All Gamagori could do was stand and stare at bewilderment as the reality of his friendly fire set upon him. However, he couldn't think about it for too long as he immediately spotted Kumagawa exiting the stadium through the back door.

"He's trying to escape!" Gamagori shouted.

Nonon corrected him. "It looks like he has already escaped."

Meanwhile, Kumagawa fled as far as he could from the stadium. Running was never his strong suit, so it didn't take too long before he tired out. Hearing a crowd of one-stars marching down the hallway, he gulped and prepared for another arduous battle.

Said battle did not come, however, as a hand-pulled him into a room by the collar before anyone else could spot him. Turning to his captor, Kumagawa immediately pulled out a screw and lodged it into the wall next to the other person's head.

"Relax, I'm not your enemy," said Aikuro, his hands held up in surrender.

Scanning the man from head-to-toe, Kumagawa sighed and said, "『Could've fooled me.』"

Skit 1: Fashion Trends

Ragyou was up to her arms in paperwork. By no stretch of the imagination, she was at a loss. Dare she admit it, the ingenious CEO of the biggest fashion line in the world had, audible gasp, hit a dead end. She was, for lack of a better phrase, stuck in a creative slump.

"No, no, no, this simply won't do," she said, crumpling a piece of paper and throwing it into a small trashcan littered with thousands upon thousands of crumpled papers. "This sort of design is not something we can use as an intro to our 'Drole' fashion line debut. We need something unusual. Dazzling. Not like anything we have released ever before!"

"I understand your frustration, ma'am." Rei Hououmaru stood behind her boss' desk. "That's why I've taken it upon myself to personally hire some of the best designers throughout the world in aiding us. They should be waiting outside the door as we speak."

Sighing, Ragyou lowered her head in defeat and said, "Fine. Let them in. Who's first on the list?"

Pulling out a roster, Rei read the first name on it. "Mr. Pierre Meursault. A famous up-and-coming French designer with a specialty for unique designs."

"Oh, Hououmaru, you know how I like the French. Let him in."

As soon as the doors opened, a young man of Asian descent strode through the entrance all the way to the CEO's desk. His expression could be best described as gleaming, to the point where it seemed forced. Though Hououmaru could've spent time drawing comparisons to another individual she knew, she was more concerned by the fact that this young man didn't look French or fashionable in the slightest—he was wearing a school uniform for crying out loud!

"You're Pierre Meursault?" Rei asked, scanning the young man from head-to-toe behind the obscurity of her sunglasses.

"『Yep, that's me. I'm that guy.』"

Rei whispered into Ragyou's ear. "Ma'am, I don't trust him. He seems way too suspicious."

Gazing at the young man, Ragyou let a sinister grin stretch across her face. "Fine then, Mr. 'Meursault'. Show me the design you've concocted. But know that there are consequences for wasting the time of Ragyou Kiryuin."

"『Of course, of course.』" Reaching into his jacket, the man pulled out what appeared to be a simple apron. "『Ta-Da!』"

"What is that?" Ragyou asked, puzzled.

"『Why, an apron, of course!』"

"And, pray tell, what is the world's biggest fashion conglomerate supposed to do with a mere apron?"

"『Hm, hm, I knew you would ask that question. Allow me to explain. Imagine, if you would, a naked woman.』"

While Rei's face contorted to disgust, Ragyou listened with express interest, much to the former's surprise. The young man continued with his rant.

"『Now, she is all alone and naked, with not a single piece of cloth to adorn her. Until, BAM! An apron falls into her lap. With nothing else to hide her figure, she puts on this simple cloth. And with that mere wearing, a naked woman is transformed into a loving housewife, ready to serve. Such is the miracle of the fetish known as the…』" He threw confetti from his sleeves. "『NAKED APRON! Trademark.』"

"Did you just trademark your own degenerate fetish? But more importantly…"

Rei turned to Ragyou to see her reaction. Her immediate assumption was that her boss would proceed to decorate the office with this young man's innards. But instead…

"It's…" Tears began welling up in the Kiryuin matriarch's eyes. "…beautiful."

"Eh?"

"Young man." The woman stood up from her desk, walked over, and grabbed the other's hands, much to his discomfort upon feeling how cold they were. "Your design has invigorated a passion in me I didn't even know I had. How much will you take for it? A million? A billion? No price is too much for perfection!"

Removing his hands from the other's tight grip, he put his hand to his heart and said,"『As an artist, the only price I ask for is the smiling faces of all those who enjoy my work.』"

"Of course, of course! Tell you what, we may have an opening for a second Grand Couturier position. In fact, I might as well give you the first one."

"『Please, please, you're too kind.』"

"Ma'am, this is ridiculous."

But neither of the two paid Rei Hououmaru's protests any mind. Frustrated, the secretary walked over to the entrance so that she could greet the other applicants and tell them the bad news. However…

"What the-"

The entire hallway was like something out of an 80's horror flick. Both the applicants and bodyguards were pinned to the walls by oversized screws, and very few looked to still be alive.

The following week, the country became entranced with the Naked Apron phenomenon. Everyone and their mother (quite literally) wore the latest design released by REVOCS.

Kumagawa sat in a chair in his penthouse and observed the masses, having his tea poured by his new butler, Soroi.

"More tea for you, young master?"

"『Thank you, Soroi. But you and I both know that my thirst will never be quenched.』"

"I beg your pardon."

Kumagawa stood up and gazed at the masses with a sinister grin.

"『Soon, the whole world will know the brilliance of the Naked Apron,』" he proclaimed. "『It is only a matter of time…』"

BAD END.

Meanwhile, in reality…

"What do you think he's dreaming about?" asked Mako.

Shinjiro gazed upon the sleeping man's visage and sneered. "Probably something disgusting."