This world was changed ten years ago, with the arrival of the Infinite stratos. An exoskeleton system that could be the worlds greatest and most deadliest weapon ever conceived. Ten years ago, a hacker attacked all of the worlds military bases and launched 2341 missile at Japan, an event that would have lead to war if not for the first IS unit to ever exist, 'The White Knight'. Appearing out of nowhere, the IS single-handedly destroyed 1221 missile's with a single broadsword and the rest with a charged particle gun. This had sparked worldwide interest in this mysterious suit, and all over the world, armies were sent to capture the unit if possible, and if not to destroy it. The problem was that The White Knight didn't flinch when attacked with conventional cannon fire or missiles. Instead it seem to just shrug it off like nothing while tearing through it's opposition. And although it destroyed all that attacked it, there were no deaths during the battle.

Soon after it disappeared, leaving behind a legacy that is called 'The White Knight incident'. On that day, the genius creator of the Infinite Stratos, Tabane Shinonono, reviled to the world her creation, the IS. This in turn sparked a race to get Tabane herself to design these IS's for there armies, but was shot down as she disappeared before someone captured her. However before disappearing she left behind 467 IS cores, and distributed them around the world. This act spawned a treaty to keep the units being used as weapons of mass destruction called The Alaskan Treaty. Now the IS are used as a sport nowadays. Only 300 of the IS cores are active, while the others are for prototypes or experiments.

With the rise of the IS, women's standing in society was raised exponentially as the cores only react to women. As a result social standings have done a 180 on how to treat women. As a result of a Japanese woman creating the IS system, Japan was put in charge of creating an academy to train pilots for the IS. Due to the rise in popularity, there have been many companies that now produce IS models for the Mondo Grosso, an Olympic event for the IS. During these ten years, the IS has advanced pretty far and now they have reached the 3rd generation of models. Current work on the 4th generation has been put forward, but little success has been made as the focus of the project, fold-out armor, is still in the developmental phase. Fold-out armor is able to configure itself to any role instantly, allowing the IS to do virtually anything without a time lag. There is however one drawback, it consumes to much energy to be used practically, and therefore has only been tested on the offensive capabilities and not the rest.

My name is Yuki Walker, I'm the son of an IS designer Jack Walker and the previous American candidate representative Marie Walker. I currently spend most of my time designing IS's for fun, until one day when I was checking on my latest work, the Snowstorm, it activated suddenly and attached itself to me. The Snowstorm is a generation 4 prototype that uses a type of fold-out armor of my design as the base. I had been working on the design and the kinks of the armor to maximize it's potential, when I accidentally knocked over one of the test weapons, Snowfall, and it was going to land on me. However before it happened Snowstorm activated and protected me.

I found it quite odd that it did until I later found out that it was reacting to me. Due to the loud noise of Snowfall hitting the ground, my mom and dad came to check and were shocked that I was operating an IS. Due to him being in a meeting with the American government, one of the commanding officers had seen me in one and had decided to publicize it. This was, however, going on as another male pilot was discovered. A young japanese male, Ichika Orimura, the younger brother of Chifuyu Orimura, the previous champion of the Mondo Grosso. And that leads us to now.

'How in the world did I get in this situation.' I thought to myself as I felt the eyes of my fellow classmates straining on me. It had been a week since then and here I am, in the only facility in the world that trains pilots. Next to me is the only other male in the world able to pilot an IS, and it seems like he's also straining under the pressure.

Looking to my left wrist, I see a black bracelet with a snowflake charm on it, the standby form of Snowstorm.'Why did you react to me? Am I special or something?' were the thoughts going through my head. After all, I spent most of my life around other IS's and only this one has ever reacted to me. And that's saying something since I designed and built 10 different models for the US government, only one of which they actually accepted. Really now, they were all great models but they only accepted the Silvario Gospel.

"...ker-kun...Walk..."

Man, thinking about that really annoys me. After all, I put my heart and soul into designing those models, and they only approved of one of them due to it's specs.

"Walker-kun...Walker..."

I mean really, just because of the magnetically guided plasma generator and launching system, they choose the Gospel over the others. I mean, sure I'm happy they chose one of my creations, but still the other's were really good as well.

*Smack*

I reel back form pain as I feel something whacking me upside the head. Looking around I see a young woman with long black hair tied in a pony tail, brown eyes, a piercing gaze and an instruction manual in her hands. She was wearing a typical Japanese business suit with a green tie.

"Nice to see you've joined us Walker. Now stop daydreaming and introduce yourself." she says.

Pain receding, I notice that all eye's were on me again. I look around the room to see that my only male counterpart is looking a bit worried. Turning back to the young woman I ask.

"Umm... what's going on?" I ask with an awkward smile, which earns me another smack in the head.

"Class introduction's. and it's your turn." she responds with an annoyed tone."Now get off your ass and introduce yourself."

Getting out of my chair I begin to introduce myself, if only to not get another smack in the head." My name is Yuki Walker, I'm 17 years old. I like music and reading. I'm here because one of my newest prototype IS's reacted to me for some reason." with that said I sit down.

"Well it's a better introduction then this idiot here." the woman says pointing to the other lone male in a sea of estrogen." Now that that is over, my name is Chifuyu Orimura, you will refer to me as Orimura-sensei for the rest of your school life. I will be your homeroom teacher along with miss Yamada Maya. Any questions?"

At this point the rest of the class explodes in cheer's of excitement. Student's shouting 'Chifuyu-onee-sama' and the like. Turning towards miss Chifuyu I see a very annoyed face as her grip tightens on that manual of hers.

'Guess this happens a lot.'

"Shut up, you idiots!" she shouts at the class." Now, it's time to start class. Yamada, start the lecture."

This is where I tune out for a bit. Which earns me another smack in the head. Sheesh, miss Chifuyu must have the eyes of a hawk.


With the end of class, it's time for a break, and man I could really use it to sort out my thoughts about this. Getting up, I head to the roof thinking it will be a quiet place to think. It also give's me a chance to get away from all of the fawning girls. While most American guys may think this is a dream come true, to me it's just an bit creepy. This goes double for the fact that this used to be an all girls school. It's just a phase the girls are going through anyway and will pass with more exposure to there male counterparts.

There's no need for them to get overly attached to me since I'm probably not there type anyway. After all, who would fall in love with a geek who builds and designs IS's all day my mom notwithstanding. After all, they met before the IS craze came in full bloom and dad only made his company to help mom out and design some of her equipment. Speaking of equipment I still need one more to finish Snowstorm's load out. Problem is, I have no idea of what to make since this is a new test model, and the most experimental model I've ever made. After all, the new fold-out system was supposed to help the world's IS designing companies.

Maybe I could look towards Japanese culture for the last piece of equipment for the Symphony, after all they do have a really interesting history. Oh well. Seeing that I was near the roof after my auto pilot walking I find a bench to sit on and just think of all the things that was supposed to happen but didn't. Looking at my bracelet again I ask the same question,' Why me?'.

Noticing the time displayed on the snowflake, I get up to leave. Returning I notice that my fellow male was also returning to class, but with someone. She has long black hair tied with a dark green ribbon and dark blue eye's. She was barely shorter then me and seem to know him. The man notices me and greets me.

"Hey, Walker-san. Walking back to class too?" he asks.

"Yeah... uh..." I was at a loss. I don't know his name.

"Huh? Oh right, you weren't paying attention to class introductions so you don't know my name. Well alright then, my name is Ichika Orimura, nice to meet you." introducing himself he puts out his hand for a handshake.

"Right, sorry about that. I've had a lot to think about since this one decided to react to me. My name is Yuki Walker, call me Yuki. Nice to meet you too." I explain pointing to my left wrist before taking his hand.

"Alright, then call me Ichika. And this is my childhood friend, Houki Shinonono."

"I appreciate the gesture Ichika, but I can introduce myself. Anyway my name is Houki Shinonono, nice to meet you."

"Of course miss... Should I call you by your first name or you last name?"

"First if you would."

"Alright, nice to meet you as well Houki-san." I smile.

'Right. We should get to class before Orimura-sensei punishes us." agreeing with her statement we head off to class. After all I've taken the text of death twice to the head and I don't need a third time.


With class starting I decide to pay attention this time, if only to avoid the wrath of paper. Even if it is just basic stuff, it seems that Ichika is lost. I guess that he's had little interaction with the IS that he basically doesn't know anything about it. It shows as he has a very complicated face on right now.

"Alright does anyone have any questions so far?" miss Yamada asks.

Oh man, it looks like Ichika is really stressing over this stuff. Well I guess he was just a normal guy before this all happened so he won't know most of this stuff, but from the look on his face it seems that he doesn't know any of this at all.

"Do you have any questions, Orimura?"

He flinches."Well I..."

"If you have any questions just ask me. I am your teacher after all." she says with a smile cutting him off.

"Um... Yamada-sensei?"

"Yes?"

"I don't understand any of this." Ichika says with a defeated tone and sweating like crazy.

"What? Not any of it" She asks before turning to the rest of us." Is there anyone else that doesn't understand what we've covered so far?"

No one raised there hand so I could only speculate the sort of panic Ichika was going through. Miss Orimura walks toward her younger brother.

"Orimura, did you read the reference manual before school started?"

"Um... Oh, was it that phone book looking thing. I accidentally through that out."

That seemed to be the wrong answer because a clipboard raced through the air faster then it was design to do to slap Ichika across the face.' I wonder if that's normal?'

"I'll get you a new copy then, and you will be required to memorize it within the week."

"What?! That monstrosity! Within a week?"

"What did I say?"

"Yes... ma'am." he responds in a low defeated tone.

Damn that's cold. The things about 4000 pages long front to back, and that's just basic knowledge. Chifuyu Orimura, I dub thee queen cold.

*Smack!*

The pain, it hurts so much. What the hell hit me? Rubbing my forehead I look forward and see miss Orimura with the clip board in hand.

"Don't think of such rude things about people." she says glaring at me.

Before it could escalate anymore miss Yamada resumed class, so I was left rubbing my forehead and my thoughts.' I can see why she's single. I don't think there are a lot of people out there that could handle her temper.'

*Smack!*"What did I just say?" miss Orimura asks in anger.

'She's freaking psychic!' Were my thoughts as I apologize to her to placate her anger as she narrows her eyes further.


During the break I was chatting with Ichika while nursing my wound.

"Man your sister hit's way to hard to be normal." I sigh.

"That's just Chifuyu-nee for you."

"So that's normal for you?"

"Sometime's, but not really. Chifuyu-nee can be really caring sometime's. Though she rarely show's it."

"Really?" I ask with a healthy amount of skepticism. He simply nods.

Well I guess there are more side's to a person, so that shouldn't be surprising.

"May I have a moment?" A voice says beside us.

We look and see a beautiful blond young lady. She has long hair, a blue hair band and blue eyes standing even shorter then Houki-san. If I remember right, she is the pilot of the Blue Tears, an IS that specializes in ranged combat.

"Huh...""Is there something you'd like from us?" we say at the same time.

"What kind of response is that? You two should be honored that I bothered speaking to you in the first place. One would think you would have more appropriate manners in how to greet someone of my status." she responds high-handedly with an offended look.

Ichika and I look at each other with a confused look and he responds first.

"Umm... sorry?" he says rubbing the back of his head.

"Pretty sure she's not looking for that ether Ichika. I think she want's respect because she feel's she deserves it, being the representative of her country." I say to him offhandedly as it probably was what she was after.

"A what?" Ichika questions.

"Man, I wonder how little contact with IS's you've had, considering who your sister is. A representative is just that, someone who represents there country and are given privileges such as a personal IS, Government backing and the like. There chosen for being the top student of there respective schools, like how miss Orimura was a representative along with miss Yamada. Due to our unique situations, however, it could be said that I represent America and you Japan."

"Really? Um... What exactly does that mean?"

"It means that you are respected for your piloting skills for most representatives, but for us it just means we lucked out. Japan's government is probably in the process of making an IS for you, by the way."

"Ohh. But what about you? Is your government doing the same for you?"

"Not really." I respond and seeing his confused face I continue to elaborate and show him my left arm." I was a designer of IS's before I came here. And this one here is my personal IS, as it's the only core to ever react to me. Not sure why but it happened."

Hands slamming on a desk reminds us that someone else is here." Don't you know it is incredibly rude to ignore someone? Especially me, Cecilia Alcott, England's representative contender and one of the top scorer's on the entrance exams!" she exclaims.

Ichika looks to me to explain so I do." A representative contender is someone contending for the spot of representative. Think of it like a small competition within the country itself for the contenders to earn the right to represent there nation. There are usually 5 contenders for each country but only one representative so each contender competes for the title."

"Huh... so it's kinda like tryouts?"

"Basically, yeah." I say taking out a laptop and working on some final things on Snowstorm before going to the testing stage.

"That is a crude way of putting it, but whatever make's it easier for you to understand I guess. However it is a true miracle that people of both of your caliber are in the same homeroom as myself, an elite. It is, indeed, quite lucky for you boy's! Did you get that through your thick skulls, Hm?" she says with a heavy amount of arrogance.

"Then I guess we really are lucky then, right Yuki?" he says without a hint of sarcasm.

"I guess so." I respond still working on somethings, but moving on to the last weapon Snowstorm will need.'Hmmm... I would like something that would hit hard but can still be used in highspeed combat. A grenade launcher might work or an axe. Hmm, if I go with an axe I'll have to make it out of fold-out armor too, seeing how most of my melee weapons are except a standard katana.'

"Are you making fun of me?" Cecilia asks, and I can just about feel her eyes narrowing at us.

"Huh? But didn't you say we were lucky?"

Feeling her eyes narrow further she states."I would like to know how the both of you entered this establishment. Especially you, considering you have next to no knowledge about anything. I've heard that you can control an IS, and yet I've been meet with disappointment that you don't even have the basic knowledge about it. And you are just an apathetic man who doesn't take anything seriously, so how is it that an IS reacted to you?"

"Would you mind toning down the arrogance or just being quiet for a little while? I have work to do." I say still working on the next weapon design but also working on adjusting the unit so it doesn't cause to much damage.

Her anger rising she raises her voice."How dare you treat me in such a way! I'll have you know that I defeated an instructor during the entrance exams, which means that I am an elite among elite's! A much better prospect then what you've accomplished I'd say."

"So what if you did? Ichika and me also beat an instructor as well. Also I was at the top of the entrance exam, acing the written and practical portion." I respond like it's no big deal.

"What!?" she exclaims in utter shock." How can this be!?"

"Well to be fair, during my test she kind of rushed me and I got out of the way, she hit a wall and didn't get up after that." Ichika responds.

"And I was testing some of the battle system of my IS." I add, still typing away on my laptop." It was just an entrance exam, no big deal. You should calm down, it's unhealthy for a young lady to be angry all the time, miss Orimura notwithstanding."

"Calm down?! How can I be calm when you've just insulted me?!" she said and would have continued if not for the bell ringing just then." We'll continue this later." she states before going back to her seat.

The first to enter the classroom was miss Orimura. Unfortunately for me, she walks over to me and smacks me upside the head again.

"What did I say about being rude?" she asks with narrow eyes.

'Holy hell, I'm not safe anywhere.' were my thought's before miss Yamada enters the room blissfully unaware of the abuse I just went through.

*Smack!*

'Fuck.'


Schools finally out now and it's time to go to our dorm rooms. This is something I'm not looking forward to, after all I've spent most of my time in a lab making IS's that it's practically become my bedroom, and if not for the fact that my mom would drag me away from my workshop I would never sleep in a bed. Then again, seeing as this school is filled with hormonal students, it might not be a good idea to be asleep around them.

Seeing as Ichika had to stay behind to study up on the reference material that miss Orimura got him, I went to explore and find a nice place to camp out. I don't want to be anywhere near the students right now. Besides it's more easier this way, especially if I can find a lab to camp out in. But it would be rude to my roommate if I don't show up and at least greet them to also tell them that I won't be using the room. It also doesn't help that since most of the rooms are already occupied, I got stuck with one of the teachers, and while I find that a little better then being stuck with teenage women I still don't think it's a good idea.

As I was wandering I found the room that miss Yamada told me about, so I knocked on the door.

"Come in." I hear muffled by the wall and door.

Opening the door I find a plain room with sparse decorations. What catches my eyes, however, were the pitches on the wall. They showed two children one a small boy, the other a girl in middleschool. Looking closely I see that it is a younger version of the Orimura siblings. They seem happy, even if from what I've read their parents died in an accident, but from the look on their faces I can tell that they really care for each other.

Turning over to the beds I see miss Orimura still in her teaching clothes." Well now that your here Walker, we can get some ground rules out of the way. Starting with-"

"Ah... actually, I'm here to tell you that I'll be camping out in one of the maintenance labs." I say cutting her off.

"What?" she asks narrowing her eyes.

"It's nothing against you miss Orimura, but it's been a habit of mine to sleep there while I work on projects. I only came to inform you of this to not be rude. If you'll excuse me." I say before leaving to finish my work.