- Location
- Earth
[X] Give them the comedic speech you wanted.
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
Its okay, happens to me too sometimes.Oh, whoops. Didn't know that one existed. Definitely can see how people could have misunderstood. Sorry.
I think its just a matter of opinion here and how the school you grew up in teached, I have a teacher which crack a pun there and there sometimes but never in his introduction or during an important lesson, perhaps when the class is more relaxed and not in a hurry, my school is kind of strict about those things ^^
Crafter of War
The Dorf
- Location
- Bend
Makes sense, school policies tend to differ from area to area. Actually, what are the school policies? Do we know? They might differ from real life due to the fact that it's, well, a bit abnormal.
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
That's going to be in the next update and we can adapt our PC's attitude in consequences. We have a tie.
- Location
- England
I'll change my vote to break the tie.
[X] Just skip straight to the roll call.
Honestly, I imagine our guy will be too frazzled by the whole ruined entrance/title seeing/class of trouble makers/fetishist situation to be in the mood to tell jokes.
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
I... agree with that, didn't think about it from that point of view. Thanks.
@Tada Taro So is the vote gonna be closed?
Kazumaru Hayato: Liar.
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Looking at the massive cherry tree that grew in the academy's garden, Hayato allowed himself to be swallowed by the torrent of memories associated with this particular tree. He could almost see a pair of children overlap the peacefulness of the garden.
"Hayato, your big sis needs to go! Don't worry: I'll be back in no time!"
"Liar," the boy muttered to himself. The promise from his big sister would never be fulfilled.
The girl that sat next to him suddenly flinched. Judging by the nervous frown on her face, she misunderstood his words completely.
That was bad: he didn't want to make a bad first impression. He was lucky that there were no people from his former class here, so no one knew about his particular reputation. For the first time, Hayato felt glad that the academy was so gigantic.
Just when he was about to explain himself, the classroom door was opened and almost instantly closed. The heck? As he turned to look around in search of an answer, they boy let out a nervous chuckle.
He didn't notice it at first, but this class was certainly not normal.
For one, the biggest delinquent of this school was peacefully napping in the front row… Next to the resident pyromaniac that was having a friendly chat with a full-body cyborg – the kind of people that went too far with body modification and simply replaced their entire body with machines.
Yes, the Shin-Ichihara Municipal Academy accepted all kinds of people, but the weird kind usually were the outliers. However, the more he looked, the more of them he noticed.
"I should check," the random girl on his row said and left the classroom.
The girl was rather attractive, with feminine curves that would make any teenager's mouth uncontrollably water. Soft, brown eyes that looked at everyone with obvious kindness. Her red hair, flowing freely, reached her waist in length. The way she wore her uniform was modest and lacked the needless flashness. Overall, she was in the middle of Hayato's strike zone.
A few minutes later, the girl returned, followed by a man. He didn't look a student, so Hayato assumed he was one of the teachers. The man's eyes roamed around the classroom, but strangely, he didn't look at their faces. Instead, he focused on the area directly above their heads.
Noticing that the girl was still standing next to him, the man stared at her, wordlessly asking why she was standing here and not sitting at her desk.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "I was the class representative last year, so this is force of a habit."
That sealed the deal: Hayato mentally added her to the "prim-and-proper" category of girls. The kind that volunteered to help out of sheer goodness of their hearts. An admirable trait the boy lacked.
"Right," the teacher said. Wait, wasn't he the man whose speech got interrupted during the opening ceremony? The one the principal had scouted himself?
"I believe you already know that, but my name is Sigismund Sinclair. From today onwards, I'll be your homeroom teacher as well as your magic teacher. If you ever face any problems, feel free to approach me," the teacher – Sinclair-sensei – announced.
"Now, let's start with the roll call. When I read your name, stand up and introduce yourself. Do try to keep it brief, though."
That was one the things Hayato hated the most. Every time he was forced to make a class introduction, it ended with what amounted to a public suicide. He wasn't the best public speaker, not even a decent one.
"Marie Alcott," the teacher started. On his prompt, a short girl stood up. Judging only by her appearance alone, she was a rare beauty, but something about her made him extremely disturbed. Her pale skin and raven hair that contrasted against each other, he did find them attractive, but those red eyes looked unnatural. Those red eyes looked at him belonged to a predator.
"Present," she announced, sounding bored. However, unlike his, her boredom carried a certain sense of elegance. It could even be called aristocratic. "Should merely naming things I like and dislike be enough?"
After receiving a nod from their teacher, Marie said: "There are many things I like. For example, piano." Does this mean she likes playing piano? Or does that mean she likes the sound of someone playing the instrument? "As for the things I dislike… simpletons. I have a great distaste for this kind of people."
Then, without further ado, she sat down as if no further words were needed. No one was sure what she meant by "simpletons," but no one seemed to be interested enough to ask. For now, the teacher decided to let the sleeping dog lie.
"Saoirse Greenwood?" the man said, but his wording suggested it was a question.
A girl stood up, she was carrying a wooden stick. Her right arm was bandaged, and she was wearing an eyepatch. Still, she was incredibly beautiful. Blonde hair that reminded him of sun and blue eyes the same color as the vast sky. Everything about her screamed "pretty foreigner."
"You fool!" the girl screamed. "This is merely the name given to me by common people. The true name of my soul is: Kagutsuchi the Black Flame! I like spicy things, black clothes and Japanese anime. My dislikes include dogs, beansprouts, hatchets and that weird thing called natto."
Oh, Hayato thought, she's one of those. There existed a certain disease that made people spout such a load of nonsense, and it appeared not even people from other countries were immune to it. The name of that illness was the eight-grade syndrome.
The teacher simply shrugged and gestured her to sit down.
"Sarah," he said. "No last name?"
This time, it was a girl again. Unlike the pair before her, she was tall, even taller than some of the boys in this class, and had brown skin. Her uniform left her arms bare, revealing tones musculature. Hayato concluded that she was a member of a sports club of some kind.
"Yes," she said. Apparently, she was content with that and didn't speak any further.
"Any likes?" Sinclair-sensei asked, taking the initiative.
"Running," the girl answered. "And meat."
Not the wordy kind, huh? Hayato felt that he could relate to his fellow bad public speaker.
"Dislikes, then?"
"Fire," was her short reply. "Hunger."
"Okay, you can sit down," the teacher said and murmured under his breath. "Who made this list? It's a mess."
"Matsunaga Danzo."
"That would be me, teach," a boy that looked incredibly shady said as he stood up. He was the one Hayato dubbed "the resident pyromaniac." There was a pretty solid reason for that. No matter where he went, he always was the reason for a huge commotion. Hopefully, the bleached blonde he was sporting was a good sign for people to stay away from him.
"The one and only," he cockily said. "Things I like and dislike, right? Let's see… For things I like, candies and milk." That sounded pretty normal, Hayato thought and immediately regretted this hasty decision. "Also, things that go boom! I like 'em the best."
If the teacher was surprised by that, his face didn't show that. It was as impassive as a wall.
"And what I really hate are goody two-shoes that like to snitch at me," Matsunaga frowned. "They're the real killjoys, ya know? But you're cool, right, teach?"
"Sit down" the man simply said, neither denying nor agreeing with his words. "Kirumi Mana."
"Yes, yes! Mana is here!" said another classmate. By far, she was the youngest-looking high school student Hayato ever saw. Cute as a button, with enough energy to power the entire city, and a brazen grin on her face.
"I absolutely love horror films," she said, and that bit was surprising, until the boy noticed her hairpin. Only a true horror film aficionado would wear something so terrible-looking. "I don't hate anyone or anything, though!" she added happily.
The roll call proceeded as usual from there. From Ogawa Kenji – the full-body cyborg – who liked peaches and hated people that asked him about his body – to Houzouin Jirou – who was still sleeping despite the commotion – to Igarashi Kyouko – whose absurdly normal and reserved introduction, coupled with her reserved and normal looks – made her stand out.
That left the former class representative – her name was Yazawa Madoka and she liked reading and cooking – and the shy girl whom I might have insulted on accident.
"Tamura Sadako," the teacher called.
Wait, like in the movies? Hayato thought and felt someone's piercing gaze. The girl that was sitting next to him was the one responsible. She stood up and loudly proclaimed. "Yes, this is me. I like quiet places and dislike prejudiced people." The implications didn't escape Hayato, making him feel a bit guilty.
"Let's finish this already. Kazumaru Hayato, Kitamura Haruka and Kurogane Hideo, you're the last ones," the teacher said. Damn, the boy thought, why am I the first one?
"H-Hello," he mumbled weakly, feeling droplets of sweat form on his forehead. He felt everyone's gaze on him, which made his knees shake. "The name is Kazumaru Hayato, b-but you can call K-Kaz, if you want. T-That's what people used to call in the middle school."
It was a lie, but the high school was supposed to be a chance to start anew, never mind the fact that he was trying to start anew third time already. "I-I like manga a-and a-a-anime, I suppose," he mumbled and added: "T-There's nothing I dislike?"
The boy cursed his inability to act under pressure and sat down, allowing the next guy to chime in. He was average-looking, with long bangs that hid his eyes. But otherwise, that Haruka fellow looked as out of place as Hayato.
"Yeah, I'm Kitamura. I share the same taste as Kazumaru-san. That's all," the boy said.
Hey, buddy, what do you think you're doing?! Do you think you can use the "I'm-the-same" card on me?! Just because we have the same painfully average taste doesn't mean you can use them to dodge this public execution, you slimy bastard! Hayato thought, looking at the boy.
"Kurogane's the name, and you better remember it!" the last classmate announced. He was pretty short, but the incredible haircut – or the lack of one – he had more than covered for that. The boy looked like he was wearing a massive hedgehog on his head. "My goal is to become the Grand Wizard! I like guts and hate people telling me what's impossible and what isn't!"
Apparently, he also hated speaking in normally because every word that left his mouth was shouted. Also, the Grand Wizard? Talk about dreaming big. Holding the title meant that you were the best of all mages in the world. Not to mention the fact that it painted a giant target on your back.
The roll call came to end, and the issue of declaring this year's class representative had popped up.
"Let's see," Sinclair-sensei said.
[] Choose the class representative personally:
[] Choose by class' popular vote:
"Hayato, your big sis needs to go! Don't worry: I'll be back in no time!"
"Liar," the boy muttered to himself. The promise from his big sister would never be fulfilled.
The girl that sat next to him suddenly flinched. Judging by the nervous frown on her face, she misunderstood his words completely.
That was bad: he didn't want to make a bad first impression. He was lucky that there were no people from his former class here, so no one knew about his particular reputation. For the first time, Hayato felt glad that the academy was so gigantic.
Just when he was about to explain himself, the classroom door was opened and almost instantly closed. The heck? As he turned to look around in search of an answer, they boy let out a nervous chuckle.
He didn't notice it at first, but this class was certainly not normal.
For one, the biggest delinquent of this school was peacefully napping in the front row… Next to the resident pyromaniac that was having a friendly chat with a full-body cyborg – the kind of people that went too far with body modification and simply replaced their entire body with machines.
Yes, the Shin-Ichihara Municipal Academy accepted all kinds of people, but the weird kind usually were the outliers. However, the more he looked, the more of them he noticed.
"I should check," the random girl on his row said and left the classroom.
The girl was rather attractive, with feminine curves that would make any teenager's mouth uncontrollably water. Soft, brown eyes that looked at everyone with obvious kindness. Her red hair, flowing freely, reached her waist in length. The way she wore her uniform was modest and lacked the needless flashness. Overall, she was in the middle of Hayato's strike zone.
A few minutes later, the girl returned, followed by a man. He didn't look a student, so Hayato assumed he was one of the teachers. The man's eyes roamed around the classroom, but strangely, he didn't look at their faces. Instead, he focused on the area directly above their heads.
Noticing that the girl was still standing next to him, the man stared at her, wordlessly asking why she was standing here and not sitting at her desk.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "I was the class representative last year, so this is force of a habit."
That sealed the deal: Hayato mentally added her to the "prim-and-proper" category of girls. The kind that volunteered to help out of sheer goodness of their hearts. An admirable trait the boy lacked.
"Right," the teacher said. Wait, wasn't he the man whose speech got interrupted during the opening ceremony? The one the principal had scouted himself?
"I believe you already know that, but my name is Sigismund Sinclair. From today onwards, I'll be your homeroom teacher as well as your magic teacher. If you ever face any problems, feel free to approach me," the teacher – Sinclair-sensei – announced.
"Now, let's start with the roll call. When I read your name, stand up and introduce yourself. Do try to keep it brief, though."
That was one the things Hayato hated the most. Every time he was forced to make a class introduction, it ended with what amounted to a public suicide. He wasn't the best public speaker, not even a decent one.
"Marie Alcott," the teacher started. On his prompt, a short girl stood up. Judging only by her appearance alone, she was a rare beauty, but something about her made him extremely disturbed. Her pale skin and raven hair that contrasted against each other, he did find them attractive, but those red eyes looked unnatural. Those red eyes looked at him belonged to a predator.
"Present," she announced, sounding bored. However, unlike his, her boredom carried a certain sense of elegance. It could even be called aristocratic. "Should merely naming things I like and dislike be enough?"
After receiving a nod from their teacher, Marie said: "There are many things I like. For example, piano." Does this mean she likes playing piano? Or does that mean she likes the sound of someone playing the instrument? "As for the things I dislike… simpletons. I have a great distaste for this kind of people."
Then, without further ado, she sat down as if no further words were needed. No one was sure what she meant by "simpletons," but no one seemed to be interested enough to ask. For now, the teacher decided to let the sleeping dog lie.
"Saoirse Greenwood?" the man said, but his wording suggested it was a question.
A girl stood up, she was carrying a wooden stick. Her right arm was bandaged, and she was wearing an eyepatch. Still, she was incredibly beautiful. Blonde hair that reminded him of sun and blue eyes the same color as the vast sky. Everything about her screamed "pretty foreigner."
"You fool!" the girl screamed. "This is merely the name given to me by common people. The true name of my soul is: Kagutsuchi the Black Flame! I like spicy things, black clothes and Japanese anime. My dislikes include dogs, beansprouts, hatchets and that weird thing called natto."
Oh, Hayato thought, she's one of those. There existed a certain disease that made people spout such a load of nonsense, and it appeared not even people from other countries were immune to it. The name of that illness was the eight-grade syndrome.
The teacher simply shrugged and gestured her to sit down.
"Sarah," he said. "No last name?"
This time, it was a girl again. Unlike the pair before her, she was tall, even taller than some of the boys in this class, and had brown skin. Her uniform left her arms bare, revealing tones musculature. Hayato concluded that she was a member of a sports club of some kind.
"Yes," she said. Apparently, she was content with that and didn't speak any further.
"Any likes?" Sinclair-sensei asked, taking the initiative.
"Running," the girl answered. "And meat."
Not the wordy kind, huh? Hayato felt that he could relate to his fellow bad public speaker.
"Dislikes, then?"
"Fire," was her short reply. "Hunger."
"Okay, you can sit down," the teacher said and murmured under his breath. "Who made this list? It's a mess."
"Matsunaga Danzo."
"That would be me, teach," a boy that looked incredibly shady said as he stood up. He was the one Hayato dubbed "the resident pyromaniac." There was a pretty solid reason for that. No matter where he went, he always was the reason for a huge commotion. Hopefully, the bleached blonde he was sporting was a good sign for people to stay away from him.
"The one and only," he cockily said. "Things I like and dislike, right? Let's see… For things I like, candies and milk." That sounded pretty normal, Hayato thought and immediately regretted this hasty decision. "Also, things that go boom! I like 'em the best."
If the teacher was surprised by that, his face didn't show that. It was as impassive as a wall.
"And what I really hate are goody two-shoes that like to snitch at me," Matsunaga frowned. "They're the real killjoys, ya know? But you're cool, right, teach?"
"Sit down" the man simply said, neither denying nor agreeing with his words. "Kirumi Mana."
"Yes, yes! Mana is here!" said another classmate. By far, she was the youngest-looking high school student Hayato ever saw. Cute as a button, with enough energy to power the entire city, and a brazen grin on her face.
"I absolutely love horror films," she said, and that bit was surprising, until the boy noticed her hairpin. Only a true horror film aficionado would wear something so terrible-looking. "I don't hate anyone or anything, though!" she added happily.
The roll call proceeded as usual from there. From Ogawa Kenji – the full-body cyborg – who liked peaches and hated people that asked him about his body – to Houzouin Jirou – who was still sleeping despite the commotion – to Igarashi Kyouko – whose absurdly normal and reserved introduction, coupled with her reserved and normal looks – made her stand out.
That left the former class representative – her name was Yazawa Madoka and she liked reading and cooking – and the shy girl whom I might have insulted on accident.
"Tamura Sadako," the teacher called.
Wait, like in the movies? Hayato thought and felt someone's piercing gaze. The girl that was sitting next to him was the one responsible. She stood up and loudly proclaimed. "Yes, this is me. I like quiet places and dislike prejudiced people." The implications didn't escape Hayato, making him feel a bit guilty.
"Let's finish this already. Kazumaru Hayato, Kitamura Haruka and Kurogane Hideo, you're the last ones," the teacher said. Damn, the boy thought, why am I the first one?
"H-Hello," he mumbled weakly, feeling droplets of sweat form on his forehead. He felt everyone's gaze on him, which made his knees shake. "The name is Kazumaru Hayato, b-but you can call K-Kaz, if you want. T-That's what people used to call in the middle school."
It was a lie, but the high school was supposed to be a chance to start anew, never mind the fact that he was trying to start anew third time already. "I-I like manga a-and a-a-anime, I suppose," he mumbled and added: "T-There's nothing I dislike?"
The boy cursed his inability to act under pressure and sat down, allowing the next guy to chime in. He was average-looking, with long bangs that hid his eyes. But otherwise, that Haruka fellow looked as out of place as Hayato.
"Yeah, I'm Kitamura. I share the same taste as Kazumaru-san. That's all," the boy said.
Hey, buddy, what do you think you're doing?! Do you think you can use the "I'm-the-same" card on me?! Just because we have the same painfully average taste doesn't mean you can use them to dodge this public execution, you slimy bastard! Hayato thought, looking at the boy.
"Kurogane's the name, and you better remember it!" the last classmate announced. He was pretty short, but the incredible haircut – or the lack of one – he had more than covered for that. The boy looked like he was wearing a massive hedgehog on his head. "My goal is to become the Grand Wizard! I like guts and hate people telling me what's impossible and what isn't!"
Apparently, he also hated speaking in normally because every word that left his mouth was shouted. Also, the Grand Wizard? Talk about dreaming big. Holding the title meant that you were the best of all mages in the world. Not to mention the fact that it painted a giant target on your back.
The roll call came to end, and the issue of declaring this year's class representative had popped up.
"Let's see," Sinclair-sensei said.
[] Choose the class representative personally:
[] Choose by class' popular vote:
- Location
- US
[X] Choose by class' popular vote:
VileScurvy
Verified Pirate
- Location
- Malaysia
[X] "We'll have a proper class representative election in 2 weeks, once you have all gotten to know each other better. In the interim my pick will be...
-[X] Kazumaru Hayato."
I like your style Core, put the timid guy in the spot and force him to man up!
-[X] Kazumaru Hayato."
I like your style Core, put the timid guy in the spot and force him to man up!
- Location
- England
Excuse me Tada Taro, sorry to ask you to do more work, but would you mind taking that class seating chart you made earlier and put the character's name there with them? I'm getting a bit confused which character goes with which title. Is Hayato the Light Novel Protagonist or the Dating Sim Protagonist? Hard to tell.
- Location
- England
[X] "We'll have a proper class representative election in 2 weeks, once you have all gotten to know each other better. In the interim my pick will be...
-[X] Kazumaru Hayato."
-[X] Kazumaru Hayato."
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] "We'll have a proper class representative election in 2 weeks, once you have all gotten to know each other better. In the interim my pick will be...
-[X] Kazumaru Hayato."
-[X] Kazumaru Hayato."
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I'll mix them together later, but for now, you can have this:
Kiruma Mana | Igarashi Kyouko | Houzouin Jirou | Matsunaga Danzou
Marie Alcott | Sarah | Saoirse Greenwood | Ogawa Kenji
Kazumaru "Kaz"(LOL) Hayato | Tamura Sadako | Yazawa Madoka
Kitamura Haruka | Kurogane Hideo
Pathetic King
"I Speak To The Audient Void."
- Location
- Colorado
[X] "We'll have a proper class representative election in 2 weeks, once you have all gotten to know each other better. In the interim my pick will be...
-[X] Kazumaru Hayato."
-[X] Kazumaru Hayato."
- Location
- England
Finally, the Shonen Battle anime series we've all been waiting for-The Battle for Student Government! But he's got some tough competition, as his enemy for the first arc is the student president! And she has some tricks up her sleeves...
How will Kurogane fight against this? Find out next week on:
Gakusei seifu no tame no tatakai!
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- Location
- va
[X] Choose by class' popular vote:
BurningLaugh
Shape Shifting Master of Hiatus
- Location
- The Land of Retconnia
[X] "We'll have a proper class representative election in 2 weeks, once you have all gotten to know each other better. In the interim my pick will be...
-[X] Kazumaru Hayato."
-[X] Kazumaru Hayato."
