The spring air carried the smell of blooming cherry tries in the air. This, you concluded, was...
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Shin-Ichihara
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The spring air carried the smell of blooming cherry tries in the air. This, you concluded, was the smell of a new beginning for you. After all these years, you had a chance to return home. The regrets that were left behind, as well as the happy memories you had gathered along the way, were now things of your past.
Standing on the hill overlooking the city where you spent your childhood years, you were astonished by the difference between a quiet town in the boonies and an absolute wonder that now stood there. The town of Ichihara used to be nothing more than oversized village, but now:
[] The wonders of modern technology were used to create Shin-Ichihara, a place where the brightest children of the world could gather and share their ideas. The concept was pioneered by the genius inventor and the mother of modern robotics, Uzume Mirai, whose vision shaped the world as know it now. Funny how both you grew up in the same town.
[] The rediscovery of magic jumpstarted a brand new era. Naturally, not everyone had the aptitude for the arcane arts, and the elite came to exist. The Academy City – Shin-Ichihara – is where those talented few come to be taught by the best of the best. People like the current Grand-Wizard, Uzume Mirai. Funny how both of you grew up in the same town.
[] It is an age of wonders we live in. Humans used their ingenuity and indomitable spirit to mix together magic and science. Nowadays, magic is only a commodity, and those whose pockets are deep enough can buy special apps with pre-programmed apps as they see fit. Of course, for an ordinary person, this still looks like a distant dream, but with each day, magical apps become more accessible and the one who is responsible for that is the genius of Uzume Mirai, the Inventor-Magician. Funny how both of you grew up in the same town.
[] Nothing has changed. At this day and age, the fact that absolutely nothing has changed since you left is a miracle itself.
Your handbag held firmly in your hands, you decided to simply march forward. Different or not, this place would always remain the same in your heart. The homesickness you felt while studying to become a splendid teacher was finally gone now.
However, as you marched down the street, humming a nonchalant tune, you had noticed something peculiar. There were words flying above everyone's head. To be more specific, they appeared to be titles of some kind. Things like…
[Shopkeeper]
[Old lady]
[Child]
[Maid]
[Vampire]
[Demon Hunter]
… The last few didn't quite add up in your mind, so you checked again. Indeed, floating above a pair of normally-looking schoolgirls were some pretty extravagant writings. The older woman that walked behind them was a maid, then. Well, she certainly didn't look like one at the moment.
Strangely, the so-called [Vampire] was perfectly fine with walking outside on a sunny day like this one. If anything, she appeared to enjoy it.
Maybe, you were still tired from travelling so much. Perhaps, you could take a day off to relax and calm down. Then, you remembered the current date and its significance. Moreover, you recalled that you had an opening ceremony to be at in five minutes. The new school year was about to begin, and it was your duty as a teacher to meet the new generation of youngsters in need of a direction and guidance.
So, without further ado, you run towards the main campus, hoping that the time would slower down for your sake.
Choose your character:
Name: []
Gender: []
Choose the difficulty level:
[] Easy. You're the strongest one there is.
[] Medium. You're pretty mediocre, but still better than most of your students.
[] Hard. You're not completely hopeless.
[] Nightmare. Even your weakest student is superhuman compared to you.
Standing on the hill overlooking the city where you spent your childhood years, you were astonished by the difference between a quiet town in the boonies and an absolute wonder that now stood there. The town of Ichihara used to be nothing more than oversized village, but now:
[] The wonders of modern technology were used to create Shin-Ichihara, a place where the brightest children of the world could gather and share their ideas. The concept was pioneered by the genius inventor and the mother of modern robotics, Uzume Mirai, whose vision shaped the world as know it now. Funny how both you grew up in the same town.
[] The rediscovery of magic jumpstarted a brand new era. Naturally, not everyone had the aptitude for the arcane arts, and the elite came to exist. The Academy City – Shin-Ichihara – is where those talented few come to be taught by the best of the best. People like the current Grand-Wizard, Uzume Mirai. Funny how both of you grew up in the same town.
[] It is an age of wonders we live in. Humans used their ingenuity and indomitable spirit to mix together magic and science. Nowadays, magic is only a commodity, and those whose pockets are deep enough can buy special apps with pre-programmed apps as they see fit. Of course, for an ordinary person, this still looks like a distant dream, but with each day, magical apps become more accessible and the one who is responsible for that is the genius of Uzume Mirai, the Inventor-Magician. Funny how both of you grew up in the same town.
[] Nothing has changed. At this day and age, the fact that absolutely nothing has changed since you left is a miracle itself.
Your handbag held firmly in your hands, you decided to simply march forward. Different or not, this place would always remain the same in your heart. The homesickness you felt while studying to become a splendid teacher was finally gone now.
However, as you marched down the street, humming a nonchalant tune, you had noticed something peculiar. There were words flying above everyone's head. To be more specific, they appeared to be titles of some kind. Things like…
[Shopkeeper]
[Old lady]
[Child]
[Maid]
[Vampire]
[Demon Hunter]
… The last few didn't quite add up in your mind, so you checked again. Indeed, floating above a pair of normally-looking schoolgirls were some pretty extravagant writings. The older woman that walked behind them was a maid, then. Well, she certainly didn't look like one at the moment.
Strangely, the so-called [Vampire] was perfectly fine with walking outside on a sunny day like this one. If anything, she appeared to enjoy it.
Maybe, you were still tired from travelling so much. Perhaps, you could take a day off to relax and calm down. Then, you remembered the current date and its significance. Moreover, you recalled that you had an opening ceremony to be at in five minutes. The new school year was about to begin, and it was your duty as a teacher to meet the new generation of youngsters in need of a direction and guidance.
So, without further ado, you run towards the main campus, hoping that the time would slower down for your sake.
Choose your character:
Name: []
Gender: []
Choose the difficulty level:
[] Easy. You're the strongest one there is.
[] Medium. You're pretty mediocre, but still better than most of your students.
[] Hard. You're not completely hopeless.
[] Nightmare. Even your weakest student is superhuman compared to you.
Sigimund Sinclair: Forward!
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It takes a single train ride to reach Shin-Ichihara. People use magic-powered bullet trains to travel from one island to another in a matter of seconds, but you remember times when it took almost an hour to reach the closest town by bus. Nowadays, neither that train nor that town exist the same way as they did back then.
It is true that trains ride from place to place, but those are mostly for students' convenience: the school campus is so immense, it's impossible to get somewhere in time simply by walking, assuming you're an ordinary human, of course.
As you looked up, gazing at the blue sky in wonder, you saw a girl fly above your head on what appeared to be a mundane broom. To further prove she was a real witch, the girl even wore a pointy hat that looked something you could see in a book about a girl and her little black dog. Apparently, it was very fashionable for young magicians to do things like that.
"But doesn't that look kind of kitsch?" you muttered. "Not to mention the fact that she flew in a skirt this short. Honestly, girls should be more modest."
Hitoyoshi Minori considered herself to be a rather ordinary girl. Her parents were pretty middle-class, but since they worked in the Academy City, she could admit that their standard of living was higher than the country's average.
Minori followed modern fashion trends and had a number of people from her middle-school she considered to be her friends. Her grades varied, but they were pretty average overall. All in all, the only thing that made her stand apart from the rest was her talent in flying.
Her mother told her that even a few years ago, something like a person flying on their own would be impossible, but nowadays, stuff like single-person flight and group-flight was considered for Neo-Olympics.
Of course, not everyone could do that. Not only did you need to be born with an aptitude for magic, you also had to take things like physics into consideration. Everyone could use simple apps like spells you use to heat up your own food or cool the air in your room, but active flight was completely different.
Things like your velocity and air resistance and whatnot. Undoubtedly, those were very important, but Minori prided herself on being natural at broom-flying. In fact, she could probably do that without a broom, too, but it wouldn't feel quite right to her.
"Chikage-chan! Chikage-chan!" she said, jumping from her broom and running to a beautiful girl with straight, black hair. Unlike agitated Minori, she looked incredibly bored.
"Calm down, Minori," the girl said and silenced her friend was a good left punch. It was an absurd situation, but both girls seemed to treat it as a regular occurrence. Perhaps, it was. "Where were you in the first place? The opening ceremony is about to start!"
"Heh," Minori said, refusing to meet her friend's gaze. "He-heh…"
"If you say something like "I guess I have overslept a bit. How clumsy of me. Tee-he," I'll punch you again. No, I'll probably do my special ten-hit combo."
"Please, excuse this worthless me, Chikage-sama!" Minori said, preparing to beg on all fours. Despite her short stature that made her look like a child, her friend – Kazumaru Chikage – had an incredibly mean punch.
"Fine, then," she said. "Let's go the main hall before we're too late."
"The uniform looks good on you, Chikage-chan," Minori said honestly on her way there. Since the Academy City was a joint effort between the most influential corporations across the world, their uniforms were designed by people whose names you could only hear on a fashion show.
"Thanks. Yours as well," her friend said tersely. She wasn't the wordy kind.
"Hey, Chikage-chan," Minori said.
"Yes?"
"Is there a magic that lets you stand still in the air?"
"Impossible. There is no magic that simply lets you stand. You either need to move and fall down. Sure, there are spells that make it look like you're standing in the air, but in those kinds, it's simply an illusion. It was scientifically proven that such a thing is impossible to achieve on your own," her friend explained. By the time she finished, they had already reached the hall.
"Why are you asking in the first place?" Chikage asked. "I thought you were all about the speed."
"Well, I saw that strange man on my way to school… "
Recalling that event, Minori felt her cheeks heat up. Normally, the altitude she took back then was so high, no one could see what was under her skirt. This was… a rather unfortunate accident.
"My, my, it was quite a surprise to hear that you wanted to be a teacher here, kiddo," an old man in a kimono said. Stroking his bushy beard, he used a walking stick to move around. However, this helpless look was quite deceiving.
Kokonoe Yaemon held the title of the Grand Wizard of Japan for a reason, and you knew that better than anyone else.
"We were overjoyed by your offer to teach here, Sinclair-sama," added a woman that accompanied Yaemon wherever he went. The way she walked was sharp and calculated, and she had an impassive look in her yellow eyes. Her dark blue hair were kept in a French braid. Inexplicably, she was wearing a maid uniform.
Her face, while quite beautiful, looked artificial. Her beauty was that of a well-crafted doll. Undoubtedly, this woman was one of those new-generation automatons, the All-Purpose Servants or APS for short.
Together, the three of you went to the large podium. A large crowd of students looking at you with wonder and interest mixed in their eyes. All of them wore the same uniform, making the crowd look more like a sea of black and white. Whoever designed their uniform was a pretty boring person, you thought.
As the principal started his speech, your eyes started to wander from student to student, reading their personal titles. Some were pretty tame like "High School Student" and "Soccer Club's Ace" to something bizarre like "Dating Sim Protagonist" or "Light Novel Protagonist" to "Shonen Manga Protagonist" to even more bizarre like "Devil Hunter Hunter," "Slasher of Slashers," "Alien Demon" or "True Ancestor Vampire."
Finally, you noticed the girl from before. Her title was "Witch." As your eyes met, her face started to get redder and redder. For now…
[] You winked at her.
[] You waved at her.
[] You did nothing.
Then, the principal concluded his speech with announcing a new teacher that would join the staff starting this year, giving you a cue to start a speech of your own.
You went to the stage and prepared to give a speech.
[] Give them an inspirational speech.
[] Give them a threatening speech.
[] Give them a comedic speech.
It is true that trains ride from place to place, but those are mostly for students' convenience: the school campus is so immense, it's impossible to get somewhere in time simply by walking, assuming you're an ordinary human, of course.
As you looked up, gazing at the blue sky in wonder, you saw a girl fly above your head on what appeared to be a mundane broom. To further prove she was a real witch, the girl even wore a pointy hat that looked something you could see in a book about a girl and her little black dog. Apparently, it was very fashionable for young magicians to do things like that.
"But doesn't that look kind of kitsch?" you muttered. "Not to mention the fact that she flew in a skirt this short. Honestly, girls should be more modest."
Hitoyoshi Minori considered herself to be a rather ordinary girl. Her parents were pretty middle-class, but since they worked in the Academy City, she could admit that their standard of living was higher than the country's average.
Minori followed modern fashion trends and had a number of people from her middle-school she considered to be her friends. Her grades varied, but they were pretty average overall. All in all, the only thing that made her stand apart from the rest was her talent in flying.
Her mother told her that even a few years ago, something like a person flying on their own would be impossible, but nowadays, stuff like single-person flight and group-flight was considered for Neo-Olympics.
Of course, not everyone could do that. Not only did you need to be born with an aptitude for magic, you also had to take things like physics into consideration. Everyone could use simple apps like spells you use to heat up your own food or cool the air in your room, but active flight was completely different.
Things like your velocity and air resistance and whatnot. Undoubtedly, those were very important, but Minori prided herself on being natural at broom-flying. In fact, she could probably do that without a broom, too, but it wouldn't feel quite right to her.
"Chikage-chan! Chikage-chan!" she said, jumping from her broom and running to a beautiful girl with straight, black hair. Unlike agitated Minori, she looked incredibly bored.
"Calm down, Minori," the girl said and silenced her friend was a good left punch. It was an absurd situation, but both girls seemed to treat it as a regular occurrence. Perhaps, it was. "Where were you in the first place? The opening ceremony is about to start!"
"Heh," Minori said, refusing to meet her friend's gaze. "He-heh…"
"If you say something like "I guess I have overslept a bit. How clumsy of me. Tee-he," I'll punch you again. No, I'll probably do my special ten-hit combo."
"Please, excuse this worthless me, Chikage-sama!" Minori said, preparing to beg on all fours. Despite her short stature that made her look like a child, her friend – Kazumaru Chikage – had an incredibly mean punch.
"Fine, then," she said. "Let's go the main hall before we're too late."
"The uniform looks good on you, Chikage-chan," Minori said honestly on her way there. Since the Academy City was a joint effort between the most influential corporations across the world, their uniforms were designed by people whose names you could only hear on a fashion show.
"Thanks. Yours as well," her friend said tersely. She wasn't the wordy kind.
"Hey, Chikage-chan," Minori said.
"Yes?"
"Is there a magic that lets you stand still in the air?"
"Impossible. There is no magic that simply lets you stand. You either need to move and fall down. Sure, there are spells that make it look like you're standing in the air, but in those kinds, it's simply an illusion. It was scientifically proven that such a thing is impossible to achieve on your own," her friend explained. By the time she finished, they had already reached the hall.
"Why are you asking in the first place?" Chikage asked. "I thought you were all about the speed."
"Well, I saw that strange man on my way to school… "
Recalling that event, Minori felt her cheeks heat up. Normally, the altitude she took back then was so high, no one could see what was under her skirt. This was… a rather unfortunate accident.
"My, my, it was quite a surprise to hear that you wanted to be a teacher here, kiddo," an old man in a kimono said. Stroking his bushy beard, he used a walking stick to move around. However, this helpless look was quite deceiving.
Kokonoe Yaemon held the title of the Grand Wizard of Japan for a reason, and you knew that better than anyone else.
"We were overjoyed by your offer to teach here, Sinclair-sama," added a woman that accompanied Yaemon wherever he went. The way she walked was sharp and calculated, and she had an impassive look in her yellow eyes. Her dark blue hair were kept in a French braid. Inexplicably, she was wearing a maid uniform.
Her face, while quite beautiful, looked artificial. Her beauty was that of a well-crafted doll. Undoubtedly, this woman was one of those new-generation automatons, the All-Purpose Servants or APS for short.
Together, the three of you went to the large podium. A large crowd of students looking at you with wonder and interest mixed in their eyes. All of them wore the same uniform, making the crowd look more like a sea of black and white. Whoever designed their uniform was a pretty boring person, you thought.
As the principal started his speech, your eyes started to wander from student to student, reading their personal titles. Some were pretty tame like "High School Student" and "Soccer Club's Ace" to something bizarre like "Dating Sim Protagonist" or "Light Novel Protagonist" to "Shonen Manga Protagonist" to even more bizarre like "Devil Hunter Hunter," "Slasher of Slashers," "Alien Demon" or "True Ancestor Vampire."
Finally, you noticed the girl from before. Her title was "Witch." As your eyes met, her face started to get redder and redder. For now…
[] You winked at her.
[] You waved at her.
[] You did nothing.
Then, the principal concluded his speech with announcing a new teacher that would join the staff starting this year, giving you a cue to start a speech of your own.
You went to the stage and prepared to give a speech.
[] Give them an inspirational speech.
[] Give them a threatening speech.
[] Give them a comedic speech.
Uzume Mirai: Beyond!
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
As you felt thousands of eyes zero in on your form, the confidence you had started to fade away bit by bit; the strained silence that reigned over the whole place did not offer much consolation either. Idly, you noticed that a few students that were focused on their phones were now paying close attention. The question was whether they wanted to measure up a newcomer teacher or to see you butcher the opening speech.
Remembering an advice about good ice-breakers, you decided to start with a speech that was more on a funny side. After the principal's uninspired drivel, those children needed a bit of levity; not to mention the fact that it would establish you as a cool and refreshing teacher.
Standing on the podium, with multiple cameras broadcasting you across the campus live, you prepared to speak. It was your moment of fame…
… It could have been your moment of fame, if you speech wasn't interrupted before you could even say the first word.
Something – or someone – fell from the sky, kicking up a dense cloud of dust and destroying the podium you stood on a few moments ago. It was rather fortunate than you were you and managed to dodge in time: any other person would've been taken by surprise.
"Is this thing on?" the voice came from the cloud as it slowly dissipated, revealing a short woman in a lab coat. The cocky grin on her face was something you couldn't forget, even if you tried to. The hair and eye color matched, too: red and red.
"Hmm, why isn't working?" your childhood friend and a world-famous genius-inventor started fiddling with a wireless microphone-like device in her hand. "Oh, I forgot to turn the switch. Silly me!"
"Hello to all knowledge-seeking youths!"
Her melodic voice unexpectedly – for anyone other than you – resonated through the hall this time. Apparently, she managed to take control of the entire broadcasting system since the cameras' attention shifted from you to her, as the large display helpfully showed.
There was no denying that Uzume Mirai had a very eccentric personality.
"What's up, brats! Your new teacher has cometh!"
You went down the hallway with the principal's robotic assistant walking three steps behind you. The sudden interruption and the announcement made by that eccentric served as a perfect closure for the opening ceremony, leaving students awed and impressed.
Impressed by Mirai, naturally. Instead of opening your speech with an ice-breaker, you were the ice-breaker for her introduction yourself. Unlike her, no one knew much about you, but the person that kick-started an entirely new era was a different matter altogether.
"Did you plan that from the start?" you asked the automaton, certain that she wouldn't lie to you. Unlike humans, the APS had a set of restriction placed on them which included the complete inability to lie. "I promise not to get angry at that fossil," you added simply to placate your guilty conscience.
"Not exactly," she said. "Originally, Kokonoe-sama wanted to introduce you two side by side, but we were unable to locate Uzume-sama in time for the ceremony. I proposed to simply cancel the event, but Kokonoe-sama insisted that we conduct the ceremony without Uzume-sama. It was merely an unfortunate accident, Sinclair-sama."
"If you say so," you dropped the topic, still feeling doubtful about that old man's intentions. "By the way," you said and stopped.
"Yes?" the assistant tilted her head in a gesture that signaled either curiosity or confusion. The way she conducted herself was, speaking honestly, quite erratic: some of her actions were cold and monotone, while other were far too overblown to seem real. It looked like she was still learning the most efficient way to express her emotions.
"I forgot to ask your name," you noted. After the ceremony's abrupt end, she pulled you to the side to explain some difficulties, so you had spent enough time together to be at least acquaintances. Besides, as the principal's personal assistant, she was also your colleague.
"You did," she admitted and went forward. Silently, she opened a door and prompted you to enter. There waited a classroom full of students, if the voices that came from inside were an indication. "Your class is waiting for you, Sinclair-sama."
You took a quick peek inside and instantly closed the door shut, shocked by the things you saw. Looking at the non-pulsed woman, you asked: "Just what kind of students are you teaching here?"
"Oh," she said. "It appears you're quite perceptive, Sinclair-sama. How did you notice that you were assigned a special class? It is true that starting from this year, all "special" students will be grouped together, but this was supposed to be a surprise for you."
"Did that old man say that?" you asked, fully knowing what the answer would be.
"Kokonoe-sama said that if someone could, I quote, make these brats stick the straight and narrow, it would be you," the woman said and bowed slightly. "If you'll excuse me, there is an urgent manner I need to take care of."
"I'm not prepared for that!" you exclaimed. You were prepared for dealing with normal children, not the problematic ones, and especially not with a class that was filled with them to the brim. "Aren't there people more suited for this task than me?"
"Most likely," she admitted. "But Kokonoe-sama wanted you to fill this position." Before she left, the assistant added: "It's Sif."
"What?" you asked.
"Sif. This is my name," she smiled. "You were the first human to ask me that, Sinclair-sama."
Before you could enter the classroom and face the music, you heard the door open. A teenage girl stood there, her honey eyes looking at you with curiosity. She looked like the prim-and-proper kind, but the words above her head said otherwise…
[Teacher Fetishist]
You already saw some bizarre titles, but this was on a whole another level.
"Oh, the [Teacher Fetishist] spoke. "Are you our new homeroom teacher?"
That meant there were only thirteen trouble-makers on this year.
Then, you noticed their titles. Some were tame, but the one that weren't…
The first row consisted of a girl that looked like an elementary school student and whose title said the ominous [Slasher of Slashers]. On second thought, a single hairpin she was wearing was shaped like a hockey mask which made you wish you didn't notice this detail.
The [Slasher of Slashers] girl was merrily chatting with the [Demon Hunter Hunter] – a mousy-looking girl that kept her black hair in a pair of tight braids and wore eyeglasses. Her appearance suggested that the she belonged to the shy and reserved kind of people.
The sleeping boy in the same row held the title of [Werewolf] and seemed completely non-pulsed by the prodding that the girl sitting directly behind him did with her staff. She was wearing a white eyepatch and had her entire right arm wrapped in bandages. Her title simply said [Dryad].
A pair that consisted of [Human Bomb] – a boy with blonde hair that watched the aforementioned two with a small smile – and [Alien Demon] – a humanoid with a white carapace-like armor covering his whole body that sat behind his friend – were in the middle of what appeared to be friendly banter.
The girl with tanned skin that sat next to the pair was looking at with piercing eyes. [Wendigo] – her title said. Wasn't that some kind of a monster from Native American folklore? You weren't sure what exactly they did, but you hoped it wasn't something nasty like eating humans.
Looking at you with a gaze less intense were a short girl with the title of [True Ancestor Vampire] and a girl whose long, black bangs covered her eyes entirely – [Personification of Hatred]. The last ones was the trio of [Light Novel Protagonist], [Dating Sim Protagonist] and [Shonen Manga Protagonist] – all boys whose main difference was the degree of their hair spikiness. Otherwise, they were far too average to stand apart from their classmates.
Naturally, there was also [Teacher Fetishist] who still stood next to you.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "I was the class representative last year, so this is force of a habit."
As soon as [Teacher Fetishist] sat down, the entire classroom went silent.
[] Give them the comedic speech you wanted.
[] Give them the inspirational speech you wanted.
[] Just skip straight to the roll call.
Remembering an advice about good ice-breakers, you decided to start with a speech that was more on a funny side. After the principal's uninspired drivel, those children needed a bit of levity; not to mention the fact that it would establish you as a cool and refreshing teacher.
Standing on the podium, with multiple cameras broadcasting you across the campus live, you prepared to speak. It was your moment of fame…
… It could have been your moment of fame, if you speech wasn't interrupted before you could even say the first word.
Something – or someone – fell from the sky, kicking up a dense cloud of dust and destroying the podium you stood on a few moments ago. It was rather fortunate than you were you and managed to dodge in time: any other person would've been taken by surprise.
"Is this thing on?" the voice came from the cloud as it slowly dissipated, revealing a short woman in a lab coat. The cocky grin on her face was something you couldn't forget, even if you tried to. The hair and eye color matched, too: red and red.
"Hmm, why isn't working?" your childhood friend and a world-famous genius-inventor started fiddling with a wireless microphone-like device in her hand. "Oh, I forgot to turn the switch. Silly me!"
"Hello to all knowledge-seeking youths!"
Her melodic voice unexpectedly – for anyone other than you – resonated through the hall this time. Apparently, she managed to take control of the entire broadcasting system since the cameras' attention shifted from you to her, as the large display helpfully showed.
There was no denying that Uzume Mirai had a very eccentric personality.
"What's up, brats! Your new teacher has cometh!"
You went down the hallway with the principal's robotic assistant walking three steps behind you. The sudden interruption and the announcement made by that eccentric served as a perfect closure for the opening ceremony, leaving students awed and impressed.
Impressed by Mirai, naturally. Instead of opening your speech with an ice-breaker, you were the ice-breaker for her introduction yourself. Unlike her, no one knew much about you, but the person that kick-started an entirely new era was a different matter altogether.
"Did you plan that from the start?" you asked the automaton, certain that she wouldn't lie to you. Unlike humans, the APS had a set of restriction placed on them which included the complete inability to lie. "I promise not to get angry at that fossil," you added simply to placate your guilty conscience.
"Not exactly," she said. "Originally, Kokonoe-sama wanted to introduce you two side by side, but we were unable to locate Uzume-sama in time for the ceremony. I proposed to simply cancel the event, but Kokonoe-sama insisted that we conduct the ceremony without Uzume-sama. It was merely an unfortunate accident, Sinclair-sama."
"If you say so," you dropped the topic, still feeling doubtful about that old man's intentions. "By the way," you said and stopped.
"Yes?" the assistant tilted her head in a gesture that signaled either curiosity or confusion. The way she conducted herself was, speaking honestly, quite erratic: some of her actions were cold and monotone, while other were far too overblown to seem real. It looked like she was still learning the most efficient way to express her emotions.
"I forgot to ask your name," you noted. After the ceremony's abrupt end, she pulled you to the side to explain some difficulties, so you had spent enough time together to be at least acquaintances. Besides, as the principal's personal assistant, she was also your colleague.
"You did," she admitted and went forward. Silently, she opened a door and prompted you to enter. There waited a classroom full of students, if the voices that came from inside were an indication. "Your class is waiting for you, Sinclair-sama."
You took a quick peek inside and instantly closed the door shut, shocked by the things you saw. Looking at the non-pulsed woman, you asked: "Just what kind of students are you teaching here?"
"Oh," she said. "It appears you're quite perceptive, Sinclair-sama. How did you notice that you were assigned a special class? It is true that starting from this year, all "special" students will be grouped together, but this was supposed to be a surprise for you."
"Did that old man say that?" you asked, fully knowing what the answer would be.
"Kokonoe-sama said that if someone could, I quote, make these brats stick the straight and narrow, it would be you," the woman said and bowed slightly. "If you'll excuse me, there is an urgent manner I need to take care of."
"I'm not prepared for that!" you exclaimed. You were prepared for dealing with normal children, not the problematic ones, and especially not with a class that was filled with them to the brim. "Aren't there people more suited for this task than me?"
"Most likely," she admitted. "But Kokonoe-sama wanted you to fill this position." Before she left, the assistant added: "It's Sif."
"What?" you asked.
"Sif. This is my name," she smiled. "You were the first human to ask me that, Sinclair-sama."
Before you could enter the classroom and face the music, you heard the door open. A teenage girl stood there, her honey eyes looking at you with curiosity. She looked like the prim-and-proper kind, but the words above her head said otherwise…
[Teacher Fetishist]
You already saw some bizarre titles, but this was on a whole another level.
"Oh, the [Teacher Fetishist] spoke. "Are you our new homeroom teacher?"
You simply nodded and entered the classroom, feeling the migraine slowly forming under your skull. Letting your eyes roam freely, you started counting: 13 students in total. This class was surprisingly small, which certainly was a sign about this academy's admission process.That meant there were only thirteen trouble-makers on this year.
Then, you noticed their titles. Some were tame, but the one that weren't…
The first row consisted of a girl that looked like an elementary school student and whose title said the ominous [Slasher of Slashers]. On second thought, a single hairpin she was wearing was shaped like a hockey mask which made you wish you didn't notice this detail.
The [Slasher of Slashers] girl was merrily chatting with the [Demon Hunter Hunter] – a mousy-looking girl that kept her black hair in a pair of tight braids and wore eyeglasses. Her appearance suggested that the she belonged to the shy and reserved kind of people.
The sleeping boy in the same row held the title of [Werewolf] and seemed completely non-pulsed by the prodding that the girl sitting directly behind him did with her staff. She was wearing a white eyepatch and had her entire right arm wrapped in bandages. Her title simply said [Dryad].
A pair that consisted of [Human Bomb] – a boy with blonde hair that watched the aforementioned two with a small smile – and [Alien Demon] – a humanoid with a white carapace-like armor covering his whole body that sat behind his friend – were in the middle of what appeared to be friendly banter.
The girl with tanned skin that sat next to the pair was looking at with piercing eyes. [Wendigo] – her title said. Wasn't that some kind of a monster from Native American folklore? You weren't sure what exactly they did, but you hoped it wasn't something nasty like eating humans.
Looking at you with a gaze less intense were a short girl with the title of [True Ancestor Vampire] and a girl whose long, black bangs covered her eyes entirely – [Personification of Hatred]. The last ones was the trio of [Light Novel Protagonist], [Dating Sim Protagonist] and [Shonen Manga Protagonist] – all boys whose main difference was the degree of their hair spikiness. Otherwise, they were far too average to stand apart from their classmates.
Naturally, there was also [Teacher Fetishist] who still stood next to you.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "I was the class representative last year, so this is force of a habit."
As soon as [Teacher Fetishist] sat down, the entire classroom went silent.
[] Give them the comedic speech you wanted.
[] Give them the inspirational speech you wanted.
[] Just skip straight to the roll call.
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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:
Class Representative (Temp.)
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The decision was made, and you firmly announced to the whole class with a smile on your face: "We'll have a proper class representative election in two weeks, once you all have gotten a chance to know each other better. In the interim, my pick will be…"
The silence that instantly flooded the classroom was tense, as every student in the room waited with bated breath for your final decision. Normally, this position wasn't that import: there were certain benefits coupled with increased workload, but nothing an average teenager couldn't handle. However, in this school, the tasks performed from class representatives were somewhat different.
"… Kazumaru Hayato. Congratulations," you said, looking at the boy in question. He, on the other hand, didn't share your enthusiasm that much. The confusion and fear in his eyes spoke volumes. Just to seal the deal, you gave him a short round of applause.
"I think your decision wasn't correct, sensei," Yazawa Madoka argued strongly. "I believe that suitable people should assume jobs suitable for them, don't you agree? Kazumaru-san doesn't seem like the kind of a person fit for to be a class representative."
"Well," you pointed out, "we don't know if Kazumaru-kun is up for the task yet. Give him some time, Yazawa. I'm sure he'll surprise us all in no time."
"But!" the girl suddenly stood up, obviously not letting this argument end this way. Her intention was pretty transparent, all things considered.
"No buts," you interrupted her. "Kazumaru Hayato will act as a temporary class representative for the next two weeks. Therefore, all tasks associated with this position should be delegated to him. Now, let's start our first lesson…"
Just before she sat down again, you saw Yazawa move her lips.
It's not over…
Next Week:
Event Points: 3
Mo: [Locked]
Tu:
We:
Th:
Fr:
Sa:
Su:
Distribute this week's event points:
[]
Explanation:
Event Points represent the number of random encounters with your students you'll have this week. Each used Even Point creates an Event that will help you to improve your relationships with the chosen student. Once an Event starts, you'll regain the control and choose the best way to advance.
You can spend up to seven Event Points per week during which a Random Event might take place. Random Events cost no Event Points and even might generate a few based on the outcome.
All unspent Event Points transfer to the next week.
The silence that instantly flooded the classroom was tense, as every student in the room waited with bated breath for your final decision. Normally, this position wasn't that import: there were certain benefits coupled with increased workload, but nothing an average teenager couldn't handle. However, in this school, the tasks performed from class representatives were somewhat different.
"… Kazumaru Hayato. Congratulations," you said, looking at the boy in question. He, on the other hand, didn't share your enthusiasm that much. The confusion and fear in his eyes spoke volumes. Just to seal the deal, you gave him a short round of applause.
"I think your decision wasn't correct, sensei," Yazawa Madoka argued strongly. "I believe that suitable people should assume jobs suitable for them, don't you agree? Kazumaru-san doesn't seem like the kind of a person fit for to be a class representative."
"Well," you pointed out, "we don't know if Kazumaru-kun is up for the task yet. Give him some time, Yazawa. I'm sure he'll surprise us all in no time."
"But!" the girl suddenly stood up, obviously not letting this argument end this way. Her intention was pretty transparent, all things considered.
"No buts," you interrupted her. "Kazumaru Hayato will act as a temporary class representative for the next two weeks. Therefore, all tasks associated with this position should be delegated to him. Now, let's start our first lesson…"
Just before she sat down again, you saw Yazawa move her lips.
It's not over…
Next Week:
Event Points: 3
Mo: [Locked]
Tu:
We:
Th:
Fr:
Sa:
Su:
Distribute this week's event points:
[]
Explanation:
Event Points represent the number of random encounters with your students you'll have this week. Each used Even Point creates an Event that will help you to improve your relationships with the chosen student. Once an Event starts, you'll regain the control and choose the best way to advance.
You can spend up to seven Event Points per week during which a Random Event might take place. Random Events cost no Event Points and even might generate a few based on the outcome.
All unspent Event Points transfer to the next week.
Tuesday Event: Matsunaga Danzo
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Tuesday:
The weather was perfect as always. It was to be expected since the myriad of interconnected spells that controlled the inner workings of this city included something akin to a weather controller. It always snowed during the winter, but the air outside was never too cold. The rains were short, pleasant and were usually announced via the citywide broadcasting system.
Of course, you already knew that. Therefore, when you heard from your colleague that the picturesque image you could see from the school's rooftop was quite a sight, you decided to see that for yourself during the lunch break. A pleasant sunbath would serve as a great accompaniment to your food.
The door was usually locked, so the students wouldn't be able to access the rooftop on their own. Fortunately, as a member of the faculty, you had a personal copy. Just when you were about to reach the door to the rooftop, however, you noticed that it was open.
Taking a peek inside, you noticed that there was someone already, a young man wearing the student uniform. He could've been a member of the student government or a member of the school beautification committee, but on the second look, he didn't wear the armband, so that theory went down the drain.
Since he was sitting with his back facing the door, you couldn't see his face. His hair was blonde and looked somehow familiar. Then, you checked his title and it all clicked. It said: [Human Bomb]
Just when you were about to call your student…
"Damn it!"
… You felt a sudden burst of heat envelop you, as if someone pulled a pin out of grenade and threw it at you. The kind of heat and concussive force that could easily turn an ordinary human into dust. Still, you managed to dampen it before sustaining any noticeable damage.
When the dust finally settled, Matsunaga Danzo finally noticed he wasn't alone, his eyes as wide as saucers, staring at you in amazement.
"S-Sensei," he muttered.
[] Write-in
The weather was perfect as always. It was to be expected since the myriad of interconnected spells that controlled the inner workings of this city included something akin to a weather controller. It always snowed during the winter, but the air outside was never too cold. The rains were short, pleasant and were usually announced via the citywide broadcasting system.
Of course, you already knew that. Therefore, when you heard from your colleague that the picturesque image you could see from the school's rooftop was quite a sight, you decided to see that for yourself during the lunch break. A pleasant sunbath would serve as a great accompaniment to your food.
The door was usually locked, so the students wouldn't be able to access the rooftop on their own. Fortunately, as a member of the faculty, you had a personal copy. Just when you were about to reach the door to the rooftop, however, you noticed that it was open.
Taking a peek inside, you noticed that there was someone already, a young man wearing the student uniform. He could've been a member of the student government or a member of the school beautification committee, but on the second look, he didn't wear the armband, so that theory went down the drain.
Since he was sitting with his back facing the door, you couldn't see his face. His hair was blonde and looked somehow familiar. Then, you checked his title and it all clicked. It said: [Human Bomb]
Just when you were about to call your student…
"Damn it!"
… You felt a sudden burst of heat envelop you, as if someone pulled a pin out of grenade and threw it at you. The kind of heat and concussive force that could easily turn an ordinary human into dust. Still, you managed to dampen it before sustaining any noticeable damage.
When the dust finally settled, Matsunaga Danzo finally noticed he wasn't alone, his eyes as wide as saucers, staring at you in amazement.
"S-Sensei," he muttered.
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