Ding dong, bing bong.
"Good morning, everyone! It is now 7 a.m. and nighttime is officially over! Time to rise and shine! Get ready to greet another beee-yutiful day!"
The morning announcement wakes me up. After that, I lie in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what was real and what was just a nightmare.
Unfortunately, it was all real.
There's a knocking on my door. A loud knocking. It keeps going and going.
"Okay! Okay!" I shout, annoyed. "I'm coming!"
I stand up, walk over to the door, and open it.
Naomi zooms in, practically shoving me aside.
"Room check," she says as she rushes to my bed. "Captain's orders." She tears off the blanket.
"Hey!" I protest. "What're you—"
"Please don't move," Naomi interrupts, tearing off the bedsheets. "Stand still, and don't touch anything. Captain's orders." She keeps stripping the bed until it's just a mattress. She lifts the mattress, and looks under it. She tears off the pillowcases, and looks inside them.
"Um… what's going on?" I ask, feeling dazed. It's too early for this.
"I was given two very clear instructions," Naomi says, peeking under my bed. "Be sudden, and be thorough. I need to make absolutely sure that you're not hiding anything." She walks to my desk, takes my purse, and starts rummaging through it.
"Hey!" I protest. "That's my—"
"Your personal belongings, yes," Naomi interrupts, still rummaging. "Sorry, but by the time I leave this room, I'll be intimately familiar with all its contents. Again—Captain's orders."
"I've… barely even unpacked…"
"Good. That'll make things easier."
She walks over to my suitcase, opens it, and starts rummaging through it. "Sorry if I'm being curt," she says. "I searched the Captain's room and Akiko's room last night, but I'll have to hurry over to Emi's room after this. Akiko did my room, and now she's doing the other three girls'. We're going to switch every morning—but we'll always do each other's rooms."
"Every morning?" I repeat, appalled.
"Don't worry—future room checks won't be nearly this thorough. You'd be prepared for it, anyway. This first room check is for us to take stock of all your possessions. If we find anything dangerous, we'll confiscate it right away."
"So," I say, "I'm guessing that Ryu and Shingo are checking the boys' rooms?"
"That's right," Naomi says, walking over to my dresser. She opens a drawer, and starts searching. "Frankly, I'm more confident in their abilities than in mine. Ryu has a keen eye for danger, and Shingo has absolutely incredible spatial awareness. I wanted them both to search everyone's rooms—but I was shot down."
Well, thank goodness for that. I don't want two boys I hardly know searching through my underwear and tampons and stuff…
Naomi walks over to my desk, and starts searching its drawers. "Sorry," she says, "but for now, we're confiscating all the sewing kits Monokuma put in the girls' rooms, and the tool kits he put in the boys' rooms. Also… yes, here we are." She holds up a pair of scissors. "I'll have to take this for now, too."
"Really?" I say. "Even just… normal scissors?"
"We're classifying things like that as 'semi-dangerous.' We'll figure out a way to get them back to everyone, but we want them permanently labeled, so that we know who owns what. Anything classified as a 'weapon,' however, will have to be permanently confiscated. All of this comes straight from the Captain's mouth."
"It… does?" I have a really hard time imagining Mizuki saying so many words in a row.
"Do you doubt that?" says Naomi. "Let me guess—you think Akiko and I are really the ones in charge, and we installed Mizuki as a symbolic leader who will let us run the show?"
"Um… I never said that…" I thought it, but I didn't say it…
"Mizuki is much more competent than she appears," Naomi says, searching through my backpack. "Unfortunately, she's not used to in-person leadership. Her style is more to communicate through email, and through a small number of close associates who take action on her behalf. Obviously, this is a different scenario. There may be a bit of an adjustment period."
She searches my closet. I wince. Please don't find the doujin, please don't find the doujin…
She finds the doujin. She looks at it.
"Um, okay!" I squeak. "That's obviously not dangerous, so you can just put it back!"
Her brow furrows. "Wait a moment," she says. "These… are my characters." She flips through. "Though… I would certainly never draw them doing this."
"Haha, well, um…"Think fast! "That was a gift from my friends… more like a joke gift, really… haha, I forgot I still had that with me…"
Naomi's still flipping through. My face is burning hot now. Ugh… just one day later, my quest to get Naomi to like me has already crashed and burned. Why'd it have to be her?
Naomi puts the doujin back. She smiles at me. "Kenzo's pretty hot, right?"
"He… um… what?"
"He's a jerk sometimes, but he means well. I can see why the fangirls love him so much."
"Oh. Um, yeah…" Well, that wasn't at all the reaction I was expecting.
Naomi keeps searching through my closet. Then she turns, and smiles warmly at me. "We should all try to get along," she says. "The closer we are, the more united we'll be."
"Captain's orders?" I ask.
"Yes," she confirms. "And I agree with those orders."
She keeps searching the room. "So," she says, "what was your favorite part of Moonboys Daily?"
"Um," I reply, "well, obviously there was the twist ending, where it turns out Alice was a Moongirl the whole time—but what really made it special was the way you built up to it. Like, when I saw the hints you left in Chapter 204, I…"
The words just come flowing out. I feel like I've said this stuff a million times—but never to the Ultimate Mangaka herself.
"Sorry," Naomi says, interrupting me, "but you'll have to join me in the bathroom. I can't have you leaving my sight."
So we go in the bathroom, and Naomi starts poking around. "I remember how annoyed I was," she says, "when you figured out that twist ahead of time, and posted it all over the forums. I thought I had failed as a writer. In retrospect, it's you who succeeded as a fan. You cared so much, and understood my style perfectly. I should have taken it as a complement."
"Well, it wasn't just me," I blurt out. "The whole fandom pieced it together slowly—like, I never would've noticed that part about…" On some level, I can't believe this conversation is really happening. My mouth keeps moving, because my brain has forgotten how to make it stop.
Soon we're out of the bathroom. Naomi puts up a hand to silence me. "This is a bit awkward," she says, "but we'll have to end this with a pat-down search. Captain's orders."
"Oh, that's fine!" I reply. "I mean, you're basically my hero, so I'm totally okay with you touching my body all over!" Wait… why would I say that? "Haha, just kidding! I mean, it is fine—like, you're one of my favorite people ever, and if you end up grabbing my boobies or whatever, I really wouldn't mind at all—I'm kidding, haha! But like, you could probably touch me however you want and it wouldn't bother me—no, I'm kidding, haha!" Oh God, why am I still talking, shut up, shut up, shut up.
After a rather… intimate pat-down search, Naomi finally retreats to the doorframe. "Well," she says, opening the door, "I'm not even remotely an expert, but I did the best I could. Now I've just got Emi's room to take care of."
She's almost out the door—but then she turns, and smiles at me. "By the way, Koi," she says, "I don't say this nearly often enough—but without people like you, I would never have achieved my dreams as a creator. Thank you so much for being my fan."
She leaves. I rush to get some tissues, because I'm crying tears of pure joy.
At breakfast, the round table is no longer pushed up against the long table. There are, however, two other round tables which have been set up behind the Captain. Each has a different pile of sharp-looking objects. Shingo is sitting in front of the left table; Ryu is on the right.
I'm sitting between Rin and Emi again. But Hiroto waves at me when I sit down, so I'm smiling for the whole meal. A smile that even Yuna's whining can't erase.
"For breakfast, though!" Yuna whines. "He's eating potato chips for breakfast! Are we really supposed to just sit by and let this happen?"
"Sorry, Yuna," Hiroto replies, scratching the back of his head. "Sometimes, you just have to let people make mistakes."
Yuna has trouble grasping this concept. But she doesn't have much of a choice.
Soon, Akiko claps for our attention.
"Okay, guys!" she says, standing up. "Let's talk about what just happened!"
There's some groaning.
"I know, I know!" says Akiko. "But—don't worry! That was really just a one-time thing! We'll keep doing room checks, but it'll only be a brief look-around from now on."
"Oh, is that in our 'Pirate Code'?" asks Jeff.
"Um…" says Akiko. "Well, about that…"
"It is," Shingo answers, sounding annoyed. "Specifically, it's laid out in Article 12, Section 20, Clause 43, which you can find on the third paragraph of page 178."
He reaches down, picks something up, and—with a thump—drops it on the table. A gigantic stack of papers.
"We made the mistake," says Shingo, "of appointing Hiroto as our legal consultant. This is the 'Pirate Code' he helped us come up with."
"Sorry about that," Hiroto sheepishly replies. "Once I start working out details, I can get… a little bit obsessive."
"So, we obviously can't use that," says Akiko. "But we'll try to narrow it down to a few key points by dinnertime tonight. And then we'll vote on it! Um… what was I talking about?"
"The dangerous objects," says Naomi.
"Oh, right! So, behind Ryu, we have items that are definite no-nos. This includes things like icepicks, box cutters, pocket knives—sorry, Kenji…"
"It's fine… I guess," Kenji mutters.
"The man had ten fuckin' pocket knives," Ryu says, grinning. "Talk about prepared."
"Plus, large scissors," Akiko continues, "large razor blades, and… whatever this thing is." She picks up a gold-bladed knife from the weapons table.
"Old family heirloom," says Ryu. "Can't say I'm happy to part with it. But, hey—anything for safety. Or for health. Right, Yuna?"
"Flip yeah!" says Yuna.
"On the other table," says Akiko, "we have thing like small scissors, small razor blades, unusually sharp pens…"
"It's not that unusual," Naomi mutters. "Among professionals, anyway."
Akiko continues: "…pins, needles, small hammers—things like that. The idea is, we're gonna label them, and color-code them with paint or something, and then get them back to you. Right, Captain?"
Mizuki nods.
"The problem is," says Naomi, "we might be stuck here for years—and the more it feels like a jail cell, the more restless we'll get, and the less united we'll be. To resist the killing game, we need to create a safe environment, but not an overbearing one. Unfortunately, even a normal office pen can be used as a murder weapon, in the right hands—and a strong person can kill with their bare hands alone. We can't make murder impossible. But we should at least make it hard." She looks at Mizuki. "Right, Captain?"
Mizuki nods. She's sometimes looking up from her hands, and even making eye contact for half a second. I wonder if Naomi gave her a talking-to.
"Um," says Akiko, "so, there's also a third category, which we had to make up this morning on the spot. Large blunt objects were supposed to be in the no-no group—but Rin was very very against the idea of throwing away her golf clubs."
Rin crosses her arms, wearing a disgruntled face.
"So," Akiko continues, "we're still figuring this out, but for now—some objects will be kept in the Captain's room, and if you want to use them, you'll have to request permission, and hand them back before nighttime. Right, Captain?"
Mizuki nods.
"Rin was nice enough to give us the key to the trash room," says Naomi.
"I didn't even fucking want it," mutters Rin.
"Which brings me to our next topic," Naomi continues. "Unfortunately, trash is collected from the dumpster every seven days—starting yesterday. Without an incinerator, this is the only way we have of getting rid of most objects."
"And even if the incinerator worked," Shingo adds, "I doubt it'd be able to destroy the metal weapons we've gathered."
"Until trash collection," Naomi continues, "we'll have to keep a close eye on the, um…"
"The no-nos!" says Akiko.
"…Yes, those," says Naomi. "Right now, we're thinking the safest place for them is in the Captain's room."
"Um, I'm confused," says Jeff, raising his hand. "Why can't we just throw them away?"
"Yeah," says Tsubasa. "Like—the dumpster is in the trash room, right? And that means it's behind a locked gate. So shouldn't it be safe?"
"Well," says Akiko, "we thought about it, and we decided there are some problems with the trash room. For one thing, the gate's got some big ol' holes in it."
"The bigger issue," says Naomi, "is that the gate is unlocked with a normal key. For all we know, the lock might be pickable. The dorm rooms are probably more secure. They're unlocked with our e-Handbooks—which, according to Monokuma, are impossible to hack."
"Unless the Ultimate Hacker has anything to say about it!" says Tsubasa.
"Heh," says Jun. "Believe me—I've tried."
"I have a question," I say. "What about the kitchen knives? The rules say we can't destroy school property—so we probably can't throw them out."
"You think we never thought of that?" says Ryu. He stands up, walks to a nearby table, and picks up a cutting knife. "Got 'em all right here," he says. "If we can't throw them out, we'll just have to permanently move them to a secure area. Specifically, the Captain's room."
"Wuzzat?" says Monokuma.
There's some gasping.
"The demon apparates," says Takeru. "What business do you have here, foul beast?"
"Um," says Monokuma, "in case you guys haven't noticed, this is my school. And that means those are my knives! You can't just move them on your own, all willy-nilly!"
"Um," says Rin, "but, like… I'm pretty sure we can, though?"
"There's nothing in the rules about moving school property," says Shingo. "Such a rule would be absurd. Not to mention unenforceable."
"You guys are so mean," Monokuma says, downcast. "How are the chefs gonna chop up food now? With their teeth? That's unsanitary!"
"Wait, what chefs?" says Yuna. "There are chefs? I didn't know we had chefs!"
"Yeah, that sorta came out of nowhere," says Akiko.
"Can I meet them?" asks Jeff. "I bet they're nice!"
"Of course you can't meet them!" says Monokuma. "Why'd you think the cafeteria is locked at night?"
"Well," I reply, "I just assumed that was to imitate the first killing game, when Junko restocked the cafeteria at night. But the food we get has probably been frozen, or preserved some other way. I don't get why there would be chefs in here."
"Well…" says Monokuma. "…Okay, maybe there aren't chefs. But isn't it fun to pretend?"
"It is!" Jeff agrees. "…But I don't see why it's fun to pretend we have chefs."
"If we're not violating any rules," says Naomi, "you don't have any business with us."
"Yeah," says Hiroto. "Sorry, Monokuma. But this is definitely all legit."
For a moment, Monokuma looks upset. But then…
"Puhuhu," he laughs. "Puhuhuhuhu!"
"…I don't get it," says Jeff.
"Alrighty, then," says Monokuma. "You guys do whatever you want within the rules. And I'll do whatever I want within the rules!"
"What the heck does that mean?" asks Yuna.
"Hmmm," Momoka drawls. "Nothing good, probably…"
"By the way," says Monokuma, "I was going to make an announcement, but since we're all here now… there's gonna be a school assembly at 10 a.m., and attendance is mandatory! Be there, or stop being alive!"
"An assembly?" says Shingo. "What for?"
"Puhuhuhu," Monokuma laughs. "Let's just say… you're gonna feel really motivated to graduate!"
Still laughing, Monokuma disappears beneath a floor tile.
We're all dumbstruck. Our eyes are wide. Grimacing faces surround the table.
"So," says Jun, "it's finally happening, huh?"
"Shit," Ryu mutters. "Goddamn asshole."
"The first motives," I say, stifling a shiver, "are always something horrible, to get the game started. Whether it's something about our families, or some terrible secret that changes everything… or even just threatening to kill everyone if there isn't a murder soon."
We ponder this, feeling our spirits sink. For a moment, we'd almost been optimistic. We'd almost felt like we could break the pattern, for the first time ever.
But now the reality of our situation is truly sinking in.
"Listen, everyone," says Naomi. "I'm about to say something absolutely horrible—but it needs to be said." She pauses. "Keep in mind," she says, "that what I'm about to say is something that we should try to avoid at all costs. It's an absolute worst-case scenario."
"Those are… some really strong qualifiers," Tsubasa says nervously.
"If we decide that there really is no way to beat Monokuma," says Naomi, "and if these motives really are as horrible as… as we've seen in the past…" Again she pauses. "There may come a time," Naomi says, "when our best option left is to simply vote on who the last surviving student should be."
We're stunned into silence.
"To put it bluntly," says Naomi, "in a worst-case scenario, rather than enduring the horror of watching our friends kill each other off one by one… the more humane option might be to simply vote on a single survivor, while the rest of us all die at once. If the killing game can't be stopped, and is too awful to endure… then we'll end it on our own terms, by choosing a winner."
There's a lingering silence, as the horrific truth of her words seeps in.
"Since no one else is willing to say it," says Shingo, "I'll be the first to admit that Naomi is absolutely right. It's unlikely that things will get quite so bad. But if they do, it's an option we need to keep in mind."
"The only reason I'm saying this," says Naomi, "is so that no one gets any ideas about acting on their own. I don't know what motive Monokuma has in store—but we've seen what's happened in past killing games. We know the kind of horrible motives they use. No matter what happens—no matter what Monokuma shows us—we'll either endure it as a group… or we'll decide that we can no longer endure it, as a group. There is absolutely no excuse to make that decision on your own. I hope you all keep that in mind."
The mood is grim as we walk. It feels like we're marching to our own funeral.
As the sixteen of us enter the gym, none of us talk, or look each other in the eye. We don't have the mental space for that. We're all busy preparing ourselves.
A tense energy fills the air. A grave anxiety, as we all brace for what's to come.
For a moment, we just stand quietly.
And then…
Sixteen students stand in the gymnasium, facing forward. Facing the stage, where a lone podium stands.
Something jumps up from behind the podium—and plops down onto it.
A bear.
A teddy bear.
Half white, half black. Wearing an evil grin on its black side, under a jagged red eye.
"Didja miss me?" asks Monokuma. "Didja? Didja?"
"We just saw you in the cafeteria," Tsubasa grumbles.
"And it must've felt like a thousand lifetimes passed," says Monokuma. "'Cuz your favorite bear wasn't there!"
"Can we please just get this over with?" I mutter.
"We all know what this is," says Shingo. "So just get on with it. You're going to present us with a motive to graduate, aren't you?"
"Wow, you sure are eager!" says Monokuma. "Yep, that's right! You guys are all growing so friendly—but how do you know this friendship is real? The truest test of friendship… is overcoming your motivation to kill each other! It's like… if a Chihuahua doesn't kill you, that's not very impressive. But if a German Sheppard doesn't kill you, that's a dog you know you can trust!"
"Um, can someone explain that metaphor to me?" asks Jeff.
"Don't bother," Naomi says, sighing. "It doesn't actually make sense."
"So," says Monokuma, "I decided to give you guys a little kick in the rear. A motive to make you all just a bit more eager to graduate!"
"Shit," mutters Ryu. "It really is happening."
"I… I can't look!" squeals Yuna, covering her eyes. "I'll listen, but… I can't look!"
"So without further ado," Monokuma says, raising his arms, "I give you…"
Suddenly, a bunch of… something… falls onto the stage. Stacks and stacks of… paper?
"Twenty million dollars!"
They're bills. Stacks and stacks of paper bills, covering the stage.
"I've prepared this graduation present for whichever lucky student makes it out of here alive!"
We gape.
"Whaddya think? It's twenty million bucks! Twenty million smackaroos! It's like totally wowie wow wow, am I right?"
We gape.
"Don't let your guard down!" Naomi warns. "He's going to reveal the real motive any moment now!"
"Um… do you have wax in your ears?" says Monokuma. "Which part of 'twenty million smackaroos' don't you understand?"
"The 'smackaroos' part, for one thing," says Tsubasa.
"No—I don't buy this," I say, feeling completely perplexed. "There has to be something more. Why would you just repeat the lame 'Ten Million Dollars' motive from Danganronpa 1?"
"Wow, this girl needs some remedial math," says Monokuma. "Here's a brief lesson for you: twenty million is a completely different number than ten million! It's twice as much!"
"But… it doesn't make sense," I reply. "You're just repeating the same basic idea. And it was one of the most widely mocked motives in Danganronpa. Of all the motives you could have started us out with—even if it's a repeat… why would this be the one you go with?"
"Hey, you can mock it all you like—but that motive got results. It was the very first motive to ever result in two murders. That makes it a major milestone! A good revival is all about bringing back the milestones, but making them even bigger. So, I brought back the 'Ten Million Dollars' motive… and doubled it! And I don't want to hear any snarky comments about inflation, or currency exchange rates, or any of that stuff. I assure you, this is definitely twice as much as I offered before! A full 100% increase!"
"S-so wait a moment," Akiko says nervously. "Are you really saying that… this is the entire motive? There's definitely, definitely nothing more?"
"Why would you need more?" says Monokuma. "It's twenty million ding-a-lings! Twenty million slamma-lammas! Twenty million flibbity-flabbities!"
"You can't possibly be serious," Shingo says, sounding incredulous. "I manage accounts with ten times that much money. And that's before breakfast each morning."
"You dare offer such a pitiable bribe to a Togami?" says Emi. For once, she isn't smiling.
"Sorry, Monokuma," says Ryu, "but my family's fuckin' loaded, so I'm gonna have to pass you up on that."
"A lot of insecure bank accounts out there," says Jun. "That's all I'm gonna say."
"I can already afford all the games I need," says Tsubasa. "And games are all I need!"
"You can't buy a healthy body!" says Yuna. "It takes hard work, exercise, and a well-balanced diet!"
"I have to admit," says Hiroto, "I don't understand your angle here. We're all Ultimates. We have great career prospects. Hell—I could be making way more money than I am, if I wanted to. Why would we traumatize ourselves for life by committing murder, just for some extra cash we don't even need?"
"Some extra cash?" says Monokuma. "It's twenty million dollary-doos! No matter how rich you are, you can always use twenty million buckaroonees! Who cares if you need a few years of therapy? Once you've paid for that, you'll still have plenty left over!"
We stare at him.
"Wow," says Jeff, "I'm feeling really motivated right now!" He turns his head, and winks at us. "What a motivating motive! I would kill someone right now, if I could get away with it!"
"Hey, yeah," Tsubasa says, going along with it. "I'm starting to feel some motivation myself."
"Oh, no!" says Yuna. "I'm feeling it too! What a terrible dilemma you've put me in! Gosh darn you, Monokuma! Gosh darn you to heck!"
"Hmm," Momoka drawls. "I'm motivated, too…"
"I guess I was wrong," Hiroto says, smiling slightly. "You really do know how to motivate people, Monokuma."
"Thank you!" says Monokuma. "Finally, someone gets it!"
With that, he disappears under a floorboard.
We all burst out laughing.
"What a fuckin' joke!" says Ryu.
"I was actually worried there for a moment," says Akiko.
"I was, too," I say. "But if this is the best they could come up with, then…"
"…Maybe this new Mastermind really is just completely incompetent," Hiroto finishes.
We leave the gym with a freshly renewed optimism.
Author's Note: yes, "dollars." Not "yen." Like I said—this story will always follow the games' official English translation. Even when it's kind of silly.
Apparently, the Japanese motive in DR1 is ten billion yen, which is like $100 million. I always wondered why Celeste thought $10 million was enough to buy a big castle and live like royalty.
In DR1, they never really explain where the restocked food is coming from, or how it's being preserved. They also never explain why the cafeteria's locked at night—but I assume it's because the food is being restocked.
I was going to end FTE voting at this point… but I'm intrigued by the results so far, and it's given me an urge to gather more data. So, I'll give you one more chance. Vote at this address:
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Coming up next: two Free Time Events! Also, some plot stuff toward the end. Don't miss it!
STUDENT E-HANDBOOK: REPORT CARDS
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Female students:
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Koi Amaki
• Ultimate Fangirl
• 5'4"
• Eyes: hazel
• Hair: auburn; has an ahoge
• Outfit: navy-blue sailor fuku with a red necktie; pixelated Kyoko and Chiaki earrings; a pixelated Kaede pin in her headband
• Freckles
The protagonist. An otaku who loves the Danganronpa franchise—among other things.
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Rin Ono
• Ultimate Golfer
• 5'10"
• Eyes: gray
• Hair: blonde (bleached)
• Outfit: a white button-up shirt that isn't buttoned all the way up, and a short skirt
• Tanned skin, and glossy makeup
A gyaru who was raised in deep poverty. Her golfing skills have brought her fame and fortune.
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Naomi Shimizu
• Ultimate Mangaka
• 5'6"
• Eyes: reddish-brown
• Hair: red; tied up in a professional-looking bun
• Outfit: a businesslike suit
• An intense gaze
She's written award-winning manga since she was a child. Her works span nearly every genre.
She was appointed Second First Mate by Captain Mizuki.
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Emi Togami
• Ultimate Origamist
• 5'7"
• Eyes: blue
• Hair: black; clipped up in a traditional Japanese style
• Outfit: an elegant red kimono
• A pink origami flower in her hair
She's often smiling—but what's behind that smile?
The late Byakuya Togami was her second cousin twice removed.
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Akiko Narumi
• Ultimate Sailor
• 5'4"
• Eyes: pink
• Hair: white; pixie cut
• Outfit: a sailor fuku with a white top, blue necktie, and short blue skirt; a white sailor hat
• Very white skin
Despite her albinism, she's sailed around the world several times.
She was appointed First First Mate by Captain Mizuki.
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Mizuki Tenshi
• Ultimate Moral Compass
• 4'11"
• Eyes: green
• Hair: light-brown; pigtails that begin below her shoulders and reach down to her legs
• Outfit: a plain, black dress, with a white collar, and a skirt that goes down to her ankles
• A pink armband
She's very shy, and very quiet. But she cares a lot about enforcing the rules.
She was elected Captain by a one-vote margin over Ryu.
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Yuna Koyama
• Ultimate Dietician
• 4'8"
• Eyes: violet
• Hair: violet; tied up in a ponytail
• Outfit: a white lab coat that goes down to her knees
• Tiny
She can be pretty annoying—especially if she finds you eating junk food.
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Momoka Ito
• Ultimate Perfumer
• 5'2"
• Eyes: dark-brown
• Hair: blue; frayed, tangled, and disastrously unkempt
• Outfit: a yellow sweatshirt that's too large, and a navy-blue skirt with little tears in it
• Looks like a mess, but smells amazing
She seems to barely have a grip on reality. As if she's drifting through life on good smells alone.
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Male students:
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Hiroto Oshiro
• Ultimate Attorney
• 6'1"
• Eyes: blue
• Hair: dark-brown; combed back a bit
• Outfit: a black suit, and a navy-blue tie
• Tall and broad-shouldered
He hates seeing people locked in a cage, even if they've done something wrong.
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Ryu Minamoto
• Ultimate Yakuza
• 5'9"
• Eyes: green
• Hair: dirty blonde; greased back
• Outfit: an expensive-looking striped suit, and a black tie
• Looks tough—but he has a charming smile
Heir to the Minamoto Clan. He's pretty friendly, despite his family's notoriety.
He was appointed First Second Mate by Captain Mizuki.
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Kenji Sasaki
• Ultimate Linguist
• 5'8"
• Eyes: brown
• Hair: black; slightly unkempt
• Outfit: a normal, dark gakuran uniform
• An all-around regular-looking guy
He speaks over 300 languages—but he's not much for conversation.
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Jeffrey Silverstein
• Ultimate Kabuki Actor
• 5'9"
• Eyes: blue
• Hair: brown; short
• Outfit: white t-shirt, and blue gym shorts
• Strong-looking, though not too bulky
A good-natured, optimistic American who's loved kabuki theater since he was a child.
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Tsubasa Haneda
• Ultimate Speedrunner
• 5'4"
• Eyes: green
• Hair: yellowish-green; spiky; sticks out in all directions
• Outfit: baggy jeans, and a loose, black t-shirt with a game controller design on it
• Several earrings. A sort of punk vibe.
A gamer who's easy to get along with. He's very straightforward, and tends to speak his mind.
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Jun Mujun
• Ultimate Hacker
• 6'2"
• Eyes: brown
• Hair: black with blue highlights; hanging around his head in big, messy locks
• Outfit: jeans, and a leather jacket
• Tall and lanky. Bags under his eyes.
An enigmatic genius. It's hard to faze him.
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Takeru Tao
• Ultimate Child Caregiver
• (not a ninja)
• 5'7"
• Eyes: violet
• Hair: violet; sticking straight up
• Outfit: a full black bodysuit, and a green camo vest
• Headband has a metal plate over the forehead; the Hope's Peak crest is carved into it
He seems to think he's a ninja. Kids love it. His parents don't.
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Shingo Chiba
• Ultimate Accountant
• 5'11"
• Eyes: gray
• Hair: black; well-groomed
• Outfit: a black suit with a bowtie
• Thin-rimmed glasses
An orphaned prodigy. He's literally accounted for everything.
He was appointed Quartermaster by Captain Mizuki.
