Prologue
Azuma Tokaku, heir to the Azuma clan; a prodigy kid trained at the famous Academy 17. She will fulfil her mission, no matter what.
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Tokaku closes the doors behind her, leaving the Director's office with the feeling of a heavy weight on her shoulders. She scored top of the class again and for that reason, she has been selected to join an exchange program at a prestigious Academy. According to him, his choice fell on her since she has the "worst judgement" among all students.
The new school where she will be transferring to has different classes, each named after a distinct colour and starting next term she will be attending "Class Black". Rumours say that the school is only affordable by people from rich families, so it is a great opportunity for someone like her to join the exchange program and have a taste of what living in a resort is like. Apparently, she also heard, the Academy resembles a holiday hotel with facilities such as gyms, swimming pools and spacious sports grounds. Rooms are large and adorned with expensive furniture, all of her classmates seem to envy her just for that. Even the food served in the commons' hall is first-class, though she probably will not be making the most out of that.
Tokaku packs her things in a small bag; she doesn't have many personal belongings. Being an orphan child, she grew up with her grandmother in a secluded village up until she joined a girls-only boarding school. A sharp knife to protect her from eventual assaulters was all she ever needed anyway.
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In an electric blue office, where only plasma screens can be seen hanging on the walls, a lone midget girl is grinning, 'It's about time for it to start, isn't it?'
'Indeed. All preparations have been made. It won't be long before the ritual takes place. I am looking forward to this year's ceremony'. The sound of a mechanical voice fills the room and a prosperous woman enters one of the screens, 'Make sure you are ready to welcome the attendees'.
'Of course, My Queen'. The younger girl bows and then exits the room with a wider grin on her face. Her pointy teeth resemble those of a bat and the aura her body emanates speaks of death and rot. She swarms into the vast halls of the Myōjō Academy whistling an unfamiliar tune. Her steps echo through the empty corridors as she approaches the recently furbished dormitory. Her red eyes seem to glow in the faint light of the night as she sharply turns around the corner with the practiced expertise of a thief. Scrolling through the list of names of the transfer students a glint appears in her eyes. 'My, my. This year seems particularly interesting; there's even an Azuma child on the list'.