Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Chapter 670 670: Camp Shepherd (Part 3)

Don knew that the person inside could only be Redstar.He leaned against the wall beside the entrance and crossed his arms loosely over his chest.

His bandaged hand rested against his ribs while his eyes remained fixed on the reinforced door.

The impacts continued.

Five minutes stretched longer than expected.

He listened, waiited and wondered.

'Is she really training right now?'

After everything that happened tonight?

The answer seemed increasingly obvious with every impact.

Finally the voice returned.

"Conditions stabilized. Opening cell door."

CLANK~

Hydraulics released with a long hiss.

The reinforced door slid aside.

White industrial light spilled into the corridor.

And standing within it was Redstar.

She wore the same black-and-red training outfit she'd always favored during drills. Shorts. Sports bra.

Sweat covered her skin. Muscles shifted beneath the sheen as she wiped her forehead with the back of one hand.

Sections of dried blood stained parts of her clothing, remnants of whatever she'd been doing earlier in the night.

Her hair had been pulled back.

Damp strands clung around her neck.

Despite the exertion, her breathing remained controlled.

Her eyes found Don immediately.

A grin spread across her face.

Wide and a little dangerous.

Almost predatory.

"So you're still alive."

Don released a short breath and pushed himself away from the wall.

The door slid shut behind him as he entered the cell.

Redstar's gaze moved over him slowly.

The stitched cheek.

The bandaged hand.

The borrowed uniform.

The exhaustion.

She cataloged everything.

Then nodded once.

"Good."

Her grin widened. "Come train with me."

Don raised his injured hand.

"I'm injured." He flexed his fingers.

The motion still hurt.

"Can't train. I only came to check."

Her smile faded.

Not anger but something firmer, maybe disappointment.

"Injuries don't matter in real battle."

She stepped closer. "As long as you can use even one limb..."

Her eyes locked onto his.

"You can still fight."

Don's jaw tightened at the words.

Because she was right.

The rooftop.

The courtyard.

The office.

The knife through his palm.

He'd fought through all of it.

But exhaustion weighed on him now.

Heavy enough that even standing felt like work.

Redstar studied him carefully.

Reading everything.

Eventually her expression softened slightly.

Barely. "But if you're too tired to persist..."

She shrugged. "Then it's fine."

The disappointment in her voice was subtle.

Yet it landed harder than expected.

Don frowned.

His gaze drifted toward the floor.

His jaw shifted side to side.

Then he sighed.

Long and heavy.

Resigned.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

The fabric brushed against the bandages around his ribs.

Pain followed immediately.

He ignored it.

The shirt landed on the floor beside him.

"Then let's train."

Redstar's smile returned.

Brighter this time. Almost warm.

Something flickered behind her eyes.

Approval.

Pride.

"Da."

The word escaped quietly.

Almost to herself.

Then she straightened.

'He's a good seed.'

Don chose not to ask what she meant.

Instead he followed her toward the center of the training cell.

———

The minutes passed quickly inside the training cell.

Heat accumulated beneath the lights until the air felt noticeably heavier than when Don had entered.

Sweat rolled down his back and soaked the waistband of his briefs while moisture gathered across the floor beneath their feet.

Every movement left faint marks behind. Every impact vanished into the reinforced walls, returning only dull echoes that lingered briefly before fading.

Redstar was holding back.

That much was obvious.

Under normal circumstances she would have folded him in half within seconds.

Tonight she adjusted her pace to account for his injuries, his exhaustion, and the fact that he'd already spent most of the evening fighting for his life.

Unfortunately, Redstar's idea of restraint still looked terrifying from everyone else's perspective.

Her punches crossed the space between them fast enough to blur.

Her kicks carried enough force to whip air if they connected cleanly.

Every so often she would add a little more power than the exchange before, testing him, probing for weaknesses, forcing his body to react despite the fatigue weighing him down.

Don barely avoided most of them.

His reactions felt sluggish.

A fraction too late.

Several times a fist passed close enough for him to feel the displaced air against his face. More than once a kick clipped his guard and rattled his arms all the way to the shoulder.

His counters weren't much better.

Every punch missed.

Every attempted grab failed.

Every feint collapsed before it could accomplish anything.

Only his legs remained reliable.

Hours of conditioning and Beastshift-enhanced strength still lived there.

During one exchange Redstar slipped past a spinning kick only for the follow-up to catch her grazing across the cheek.

THWACK~

The contact wasn't particularly hard.

Not for either of them.

Redstar didn't even flinch.

Instead she smiled.

A wide, genuine smile.

As though she'd just received a gift.

Don stared at her for half a second while resetting his stance.

'Maybe calling her a masochist isn't unfair.'

The thought came and went quickly.

The smile remained.

If anything, she looked pleased.

Several more exchanges followed before Don committed to a final kick, driving his leg toward her ribs with everything he had left.

Redstar pivoted.

The side of her leg intercepted the strike.

The impact traveled through his entire body.

Momentum carried him backward across the damp floor until his feet finally regained purchase several meters away.

By then both of them were dripping with sweat.

The room had become uncomfortably hot.

Don's chest rose and fell heavily.

His injured hand throbbed in time with his pulse.

But he remained standing.

Redstar lowered her hands.

"What's wrong?"

Don wiped sweat from his forehead with his good hand.

"I have to leave the school soon."

He exhaled.

"That's enough training for now."

A flicker of disappointment crossed her face before disappearing. "That's a shame."

She rolled one shoulder.

"It was beginning to get fun."

Don stared at her.

'Fun?'

He wisely kept that thought to himself.

Instead he said, "Your idea of fun is scary."

Redstar placed a hand on her hip.

The aggressive posture disappeared, replaced by something considerably more relaxed.

Almost playful.

"Do I look that scary?"

Don's eyes moved over her before he could stop them.

Years of training had left her physique absurdly developed.

Every muscle stood out beneath skin still damp from exertion.

Old blood stains remained scattered across her clothes and portions of exposed skin from what she'd done earlier during the outbreak.

Her frame carried an overwhelming sense of strength even while standing casually.

Redstar followed his gaze.

She looked down at herself.

Then back at him.

A slow smile spread across her lips.

"I guess you don't find me that scary, da?"

Don met her eyes without embarrassment.

"I do."

Then he shrugged."I'm just not scared of danger."

A pause followed. "I think you're rubbing off on me." He added.

That earned another smile.

A warmer one.

Something softened behind her eyes for a brief moment before she turned away and waved dismissively over one shoulder.

"You can leave for now."

She started toward the opposite side of the cell.

"Try not to get into any more trouble until you heal."

Then she glanced back.

"Hopefully we can train again soon."

Don nodded.

The door had already begun opening as he approached.

His bare feet padded quietly across the floor.

A few seconds later he stepped into the corridor.

The door sealed itself behind him.