The day dawned early that August morning. All across the Zuikaku, birds were chirping, children and adults alike were sleeping soundly. Well, all but a handful of students and one future student. They were currently in an office with the three girls on one side of a conference table and the other student, a boy, on the other. These girls are Anzu Kadotani, Student Council President, Yuzu Koyama, Student Council Vice President, and Momo Kawashima, Student Council Public Relations Officer. The boy spoke up, "You don't need to convince me as to the need for a Councillor or Psychiatrist for the students and staff, how Ōarai has managed thus far, I'm not sure I want to know," he muttered before looking up, "It is rather the fact that you believe that I am the best for the position that boggles me."

Yuzu looked uneasy as she and Momo looked to the President for guidance. Anzu, for her part, had dropped her carefree attitude and looked deadly serious, something rare for her indeed, "Your record states that you are more than qualified for the position Mr Churchill. With your certification, you could ignore high schools altogether if you chose, yet you have done the exact opposite? Perhaps I am being naive, but it would almost seem as if you want to be here. Would I be correct?" she stated.

Mr Churchill rubbed his chin, mentally debating with himself, all while, the girls were worried that perhaps they had pushed too far. Soon though, he answered, "I do want to help, I really do, but would the staff listen to me, someone who is, at best two decades their junior and at worst five?" he asked.

Anzu smirked, "Considering this school and their jobs have been saved twice now by someone in a similar position to you…" she trailed off.

'Ah yes, Miho Nishizumi, that's a case that must be looked at' he thought to himself. He then spoke, "On three conditions will I accept this offer," he stated, "Firstly, the entire Sensha-dō team, new and old, must pass an examination by me the day after tomorrow and I must be on hand to handle any issues that arise," he demanded. When Anzu looked to protest, he halted her, "These are non-negotiable."

Anzu stopped for a moment before speaking up, "I was always going to agree with you Mr Churchill, I just want to know what this examination will entail."

He smiled, "Just some short essay type questions, I won't be overly controlling, I will just be benching the ones who need a break for a while and helping them achieve what they want to do."

Anzu nodded, then asked, "What's the third condition?"

The boy smiled, "Call me Monty, or Montgomery if you must."

The Student Council smiled and, after agreeing to his terms, bid him a good day. Taking his leave, Monty walked to his flat, he lived in the student apartments along with most of the students since their families wouldn't uproot themselves. As he walked up the steps to his level, 08:00 by now, a brown-haired girl raced around the corner and barrelled into him, sending both of them to the ground. Dazed for a moment, Monty groaned, he had spent most of yesterday working out and his body was loudly protesting his actions now. "Oh my God, are you alright?" the girl asked.

Monty nodded, "Yes, just sore from working out yesterday."

The young girl barely seemed to hear this, "I should have been watching where I was going, damn it!"

Monty internally frowned, hearing the self-depreciation in her voice, "I should have as well, please don't beat yourself up about it ma'am," he replied, catching her attention, "In any case, I should probably introduce myself, Montgomery Churchill, but please, call me Monty."

The girl smiled and helped him stand, "Miho Nishizumi, a pleasure Mr Church… I mean, Monty."

Monty smiled, but inside his head, he was checking off a checklist he had created on his way home of things he needed to do before the school year started in a week, and one of those things was to meet Miho. Turning his mind back to the present, Monty spoke, "As much as I'd like to stay here talking with you, I'm sure you've got places to be, and you're running late judging by how fast you came around the corner."

Miho blushed but nodded and gave a hasty farewell before rocketing off. Chuckling to himself, Monty entered his flat. It was rather barren for a teenager, in fact, the only evidence that anyone lived in the flat was that the bin was partially filled, a laptop was in the kitchen, and four models sat upon a shelf in the bedroom: a Centurion III, a Panzer IV H, a Spitfire I, and a London and North-Eastern Railway A1 mocked up as Flying Scotsman.

Sighing, he sat down at the kitchen island to power up the laptop he had. He knew it was going to be a long day as he looked to see the available information provided to him on the members of the Sensha-dō team.

At first, he saw nothing out of the ordinary, the files had basic information on each student: their year/age, classes they were taking, clubs they were a part of, medical information and notes from the teachers regarding that student. However, when he got to Miho's file, he found it was shockingly barren. There were no teacher's notes and only her classes were mentioned along with her captaincy for the Sensha-dō team. For saving her school, twice no less, she seemed to slip under the radar. This threw up many red flags to his mind, even the most average student who accomplished nothing of note had several teacher's notes, yet there was nothing for Miho.

Frowning, Monty poured himself a cup of tea before setting to work. With a few keystrokes, he brought up the data he wanted: the history of the file. This allowed him to see when changes had been made and what those changes were. But rather than bring him comfort, they only raised more questions. It turned out that the only edits that had been made to Miho's file was to change her class list to be up to date with the next term's classes and move the ones she had taken last year to the completed section.

A frown seemed to be all he could express as he started pacing. He knew that students with similarly empty records usually came from troubled homes whose occupants could make the Board's life a living hell if investigated. But he also knew that sometimes, the records indicated that additional assistance was required from specialists.

Sighing, he came to the conclusion that he wouldn't find the answers he required whilst staring at his floor. With this in mind, he put on his coat before walking out to a park that was nearby and sitting on a bench. While he looked at the young children enjoying their last days of summer vacation, he decided to make a call to the one person he trusted above everyone else, "Hey Sis, how's St Gloriana holding up?" he asked once his call connected.

His sister couldn't keep the suspicion out of her voice as she answered him, "As one would expect just before the term started, what's bothering you?"

He sighed, she was always able to see right through him, "Our worst fears weren't even close to how bad the situation is here; after Anzu gave me the job, I looked into the files of all the members of the Sensha-dō team, so as to not arouse suspicion, but when I reached hers, I couldn't find anything that wasn't easily found out by asking the secretary."

His sister's surprise was evident, "Nothing! What on earth is going on?"

Monty grunted, "And a look into the file history showed that the only changes to the file were to add her new classes to it and move her old ones of the 'completed' section," he muttered, drawing a gasp from his sister. Sighing, he leaned back into the bench, "I'll see what I can dig up on this end, but I may need help."

His sister agreed, "I'll speak with Lady Darjeeling tomorrow, I'm sure she'd join us."

Monty grimaced, "Sis, you do know that this requires absolute secrecy, right? Darjeeling is not a subtle person."

This brought a chuckle to his sister, "Speaking from experience I see Monty. Don't worry, I'll stress secrecy to her."

Rolling his eyes, he bid his farewells to his sister before hanging up the phone and relaxing. He hadn't spoken with his good friend for almost a week now and he was starting to miss her, she could always bring a smile to his face, but she had been the one to suggest he take the job in the first place. That made him think that maybe she knew more than she was letting on, but he had little time to think on the matter as his stomach growled and alerted him to the fact that he was hungry. Chuckling to himself, he stood and walked to a little café he had seen on his way to the park.

The rest of his day had passed by rather uneventfully, save a moment when he ran into his coffee table while he was unpacking a few other things he had, and he laid his head down for a restful night of sleep.

When he woke up the next morning, it was a thankfully more reasonable hour rather than the previous day. What's more, he still had a few days before term started, meaning he could get his office ready.

As soon as he opened the door to his new office, he was left with the impression that the management hadn't quite known just what he needed. The office was small with barely enough room for the desk and two chairs provided. Sighing, Monty wondered how he was going to make this work when a familiar voice came from behind him, "Problem Monty?" Anzu asked.

"Slightly Lady Kadotani," he replied before gesturing to the office, "I fear anyone coming to see me in this office would immediately clam up and make it impossible to assist them."

Anzu frowned, "This is not what I asked for," she muttered before turning back to Monty, "Are you sure this is yours? Maybe the secretary gave you the wrong paper."

Monty shook his head and flashed the paper before her, written on it was that room number and his name, indicating that it was his. Anzu frowned before sighing, "I'll see what I can do about this Mr Churchill, I'm terribly sorry about this," she replied before being struck with an idea, "There's an empty office attached to the Student Council Room, perhaps you could use that until we find a suitable room, or it could be transferred to you if it works well enough."

Monty was sceptical but was intrigued by this, so followed Anzu. Once they reached that room, Monty was speechless, this office was the complete opposite to the other one, spacious, warm, and not crowded. There was a desk with a chair behind it, but there was also a seating area with a couch and side chair with a fireplace. And bookshelves on every wall, Monty was very happy with that.

Just before he could state how pleased he was with the room; his phone started blasting God Save The Queen. Looking at it, he smiled, "It's a friend, I better answer this, but I'm very happy with the room," he remarked before flipping open his phone as Anzu left the room, quite happy at the arrangements and giving Monty some privacy.

Answering the phone, Monty smiled at hearing the voice of his friend, "Slow down Darjeeling, your excited, but I can hardly understand a word."

The happiness in Darjeeling's voice could be plainly heard through the phone, "I knew you'd get the job Monty, oh I'm so proud of you," she said.

Monty smiled, "Thank you, your faith in me means so much to me," he replied before turning serious, "I assume my sister told you what I found?" he asked.

That effectively killed the joyous mood, "Yes she did," Darjeeling grimly replied before continuing, "That worries me a lot, Miho is such a sweet girl and yet I worry that Ōarai is asking too much of her."

Monty sighed and agreed with her, "Hence why I'm here, but I fear I may be too late to fix the problem."

Darjeeling sighed, "Let's hope not," she muttered before perking up again, "Monty, you left your suit here the last time you were over," she remarked, "Do you want me to send it over?"

Monty nodded, "Please do, I'm told that I'll need to be at formal events,"

Monty could almost hear her eyebrow raise, "Formal events? You mean…"

"That I have to chaperone for students? Yes. I'm not happy about it, but I don't want to push my luck." He replied.

Darjeeling hummed in agreement, before turning regretful, "Well, I better let you go so you can work, I'll talk with you on the weekends."

Monty smiled, "Alright Darjeeling, talk with you then."

As Monty hung up, he couldn't help but wonder about what Darjeeling had mentioned, being called upon as the last hope of your school was a great burden regardless of age, to not only be as young as Miho but also be called to save your school twice, he could see where Darjeeling came from.

Sighing, he knew there was little he could do at this juncture, as he needed Miho to trust him enough to open up even slightly. As he sat down at the desk, the reality of his situation hit him harder than a bull during the Running of the Bulls in Madrid, Spain. He was directly responsible for the mental health and well-being of several hundred students his age and staff several times his age. As he set his computer up to listen to some music he enjoyed, he wondered just what would happen that year, and how the students would accept his decisions…