If there was one thing that Katie Izland didn’t like, it was a bully. Back in her hometown of Tillamook, Oregon she’d seen enough of them at her old High School. They spread nasty rumors, carved words in their victims’ desks, dumped pencil shavings on heads, and if riled enough outright attacked the target of their ire. It wasn’t a good time for her–but don’t be mistaken.

While her experience wasn’t great, theirs was awful.

A lesson Katie took from that point in her life was that when you knowingly messed with and provoked someone stronger than you and you got your ass handed to you on a silver platter for it, it was no one else’s fault but your own. If you could learn your lesson and change your ways though, you had a chance at being a better person. If you kept doing it? You were too dumb to live. It was this lesson that brought Katie to the following conclusion:

96% of Furinkan High School’s male student population were irredeemable subhumans.

It was the fourth day in a row that the American transferee had to watch a sad display of lust and desperation take place in front of the school: a literal army of boys from first to third year armed with any weapon they could find was gathering in the front courtyard, waiting for a particular girl to show up so they could attack her.

There had to be nearly two hundred of them now, every club from the kendo and boxing to the non-athletic clubs that had no actual business being out on a battlefield. All of them were there to beat her into submission–so that one of them would take her out on a date.

Setting aside how abhorrent everything about that was, what made it worse was that in spite of their numbers, weapons, and lustful determination? These guys were going to get annihilated by this girl, like they had every time they went after her.

She obliterated them; not even taking so much as a graze as she ripped through them like a chainsaw through melting butter and went on her way to class–she wasn’t going to let something like a gang of would-be rapists get in her way of an education, especially if they couldn’t do jack to her. Yet in spite of that, these clowns were determined to beat that date out of her and on the fourth day of this embarrassment Katie was tired of it.

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For as strong as she was, the wrecking ball of their affections was just too nice to beat them properly, and while Katie understood why she wouldn’t want to actually maim any of them. She also knew that if it didn’t get driven into the collective heads of these idiots, they would probably go at this for weeks until it just became some twisted tradition that would never stop.

She didn’t come all the way to Japan just to be stuck in another shitty school full of guys who thought beating the shit out of a girl was a great icebreaker.

So with that in mind, the tall, black-haired girl with striking green eyes rolled her shoulders and began to make her way through the crowd of spectating girls and somewhat smarter boys–the precious 4 percenters who knew better–towards the front of the group of malcontents. At 180cm she was taller than nearly all of the boys, and the moody, intimidating aura of her foreignness combined with the flat, disinterested look she had on her face most of the time parted the more timid and polite of the crowd without her having to ask.

Past the onlookers, she made a line straight for the front gate, walking along the wall. A glance to her left as she reached the gate allowed her to catch sight of the girl in question, a cute girl with long dark hair walking with her slightly taller, bob-cut sporting older sister. Even from this distance, she could see that the girl of the hour was looking pretty agitated.

A glance to her right saw the slavering crowd, of young men readying weapons and psyching themselves up. “Today was the day,” she could hear them reassuring themselves and each other, “One of them would do it! One of them would beat her and get to go on a date with her and maybe even get to win her heart entirely!”

Yeah right.

Katie sighed and stopped, turning to face the group of boys. Seeing her step forth, the horde grew confused and stared at her. It wasn’t like they didn’t know who she was, the foreign transfer student from America’s Pacific Northwest stood out like a sore thumb, being taller than a bunch of the boys and emanating an intimidating aura that put off even the boldest attempts to approach her. Why was she stepping up all of a sudden?

Speaking clearly, but with a rustic accent, she revealed her intentions.

“Howdy guys, don’t y’all think this has gone on long enough?”