Alice Green is indeed fighting evil and upholding justice, but her methods are excessively ruthless. In just over a year, she has attacked multiple delinquent gangs, biker groups, and has also sporadically beaten up quite a few thieves, robbers, and thugs. Although she hasn't killed anyone, she has injured a large number of people—some of the most seriously hurt are still lying in the hospital. This falls under the category of "using martial arts to break the law," showing little respect for the police. The Hokkaido police are currently after her, and there's even a bounty—if you can identify Alice Green and confirm her identity, you can get 2 million yen.

This bounty is about the same as for the perpetrators of a family massacre, which shows just how much the Hokkaido police dislike her. But as for ordinary citizens, most people actually support her quite a bit. John Grant immediately said excitedly, "No, I heard the police have no leads at all!"

Hmm, that does sound like the real Japanese police—when it comes to incompetence, they’re second to none.

Autumn Whitman became even less interested, but John Grant eagerly asked, "Whitman, we've set up a 'Alice Green Supporters Club.' You don't seem to have joined any clubs yet—do you want to join our activities?"

So he was trying to recruit people. Autumn Whitman quickly shook his head. "No, no, I've already got a club in mind."

He was about to become the next Hanamichi Sakuragi—where would he find time to join some random club like that? He had no interest in idol-chasing either, so he refused outright. John Grant wasn't too disappointed, though; instead, he asked, "Which club are you joining?"

"I'm planning to join the basketball club," Autumn Whitman answered honestly.

John Grant wasn't interested in sports, but he had a good personality and still supported him. "That's great too. If you get to play in a game, I'll come cheer you on..."

Before he could finish, the desk in front of him suddenly jumped, and then the whole classroom shook slightly.

It was an earthquake. The class was a bit chaotic for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. Everyone focused and judged that there was no danger, then went back to chatting or doing their assigned duties as if nothing had happened. Japan sits on the Pacific Ring of Fire, and there are nearly 2,000 noticeable earthquakes a year—if you count the ones people can't feel, it's probably close to 10,000. It's just a part of daily life. Not to mention those who grew up here—even Autumn Whitman, who had only been here for two years, was getting used to it.

John Grant didn't care either, just muttered, "So many earthquakes lately," and then went off to chat with someone else—probably still trying to recruit more people for the so-called "Alice Green Supporters Club."

Autumn Whitman glanced around the classroom and noticed that several small groups were all talking about Alice Green. It seemed her influence was really quite significant—she was almost like a national idol.

Not surprising, really. Alice Green could be considered a "superhero"—always doing "righteous" things, shrouded in mystery, and it's easy for ordinary people to admire her. Attracting fans is only natural.

Autumn Whitman observed this strange idol-chasing phenomenon for a while, then propped up a book and lay down to take a nap.

First-year coursework still wasn't challenging for him, and the long training sessions in the morning were quite draining, so now was the perfect time to catch up on some sleep.

Once school was over, he'd go join the basketball club—the first step toward becoming a legendary superstar.

Chapter 6: The Art Style Changes This Fast?

Autumn Whitman dozed off until the afternoon. Aside from eating, he was caught by the teacher a few times, but whenever he was questioned, he answered fluently. The teacher couldn't be bothered to punish him—at most, he got a light scolding. Teachers are generally more lenient with top students, assuming they study at night if not during the day—a classic "owl-type" academic ace.

Anyway, just look at the grades. If his performance starts to fluctuate, there will be time to deal with him then.

When school ended, Autumn Whitman immediately perked up and ran straight to the school's indoor basketball court—after school, this was the basketball club's territory.

But luck wasn't on his side. Today, the basketball club had a practice match and was gathering to head to another high school, so he couldn't join practice right away. Still, they welcomed him warmly. The club manager, a second-year upperclassman, greeted him kindly and guided him through filling out the "club entry form," officially accepting him and asking him to come back tomorrow afternoon.

Autumn Whitman had no objections—one more day didn't matter. After filling out the form, he patted the dust off and headed home.

He caught the train again. Japanese high schools finish early—usually around 3:40, club activities begin. It wasn't even 4:15 yet, so it wasn't rush hour. The train was nearly empty, and he easily found a seat, sitting down to flip through the booklet the club manager had given him.

It was all very basic stuff—rules of the game, fundamental training methods, and other introductory content. After all, not everyone is a basketball fan. Some freshmen join the basketball club on a whim or just to get club participation points, and might not even know how many seconds you have for a baseline throw-in or how long halftime lasts.

So, they use this kind of booklet to educate newcomers, which saves a lot of time during future training. It's actually quite efficient.