Read the disclaimers in the previous chapter before you proceed to read this chapter. Alright, thank you! And this time I will give a summary after the prologue! Take note! Gentlemen! I behold you, Chapter 0: Academic Acceptance! This one's a helluva introduction, boys! Take your seatbelts and your eyes at the focus 'cause this one might be a bit of a smattering highfalutin. Enjoy reading it of your own volition!
Legend:
Italic - Summary, and Announcements
Boldened - Author's Note or Keywords. (Exclamatory are included.)
Summary: After a battle they seized in the Badlands, An announcement out of the blue from the Administrator of Mann Corporation affirms the Surrogate, Naegi Makoto that he will be enrolled in one of the most prestigious, enterprising academies of the world, Hope's Peak Academy for a year. What expectations will await him? Becoming the Ultimate Mercenary by information leak? Find out as we turn ourselves to anyone's favorite video game brunette, Makoto Naegi of Danganronpa, confronting this sudden outcome of his sudden calling thereafter.
Chapter 0: Abrupt Academic Acceptance
In the shining dawn of the dehydrated, barren land of canyons, the sounds of war transpired once more echoing the battlefield with their chaotic sensation. And here is the brunette himself mowing down alongside with his colorful red-attired battalion wielding a double-barrelled shotgun twenty meters away from the frisbee-shaped standing point. As bullets clatter reverberating the field they competed for, they altogether scurried with their weapons bursting blindly in their objective to infiltrate two the capture points as he and his comrade at the moment contesting and mowing each other at long distances to capture a point inside a hut with mining rails on the floor nearby the entrances, trying to push their BLU adversaries away from their defensive positions, neither forcing them to reposition nor disassembling their human barricade in front of the point inside the empty building.
Unexpectedly, the Sniper of the offensive managed to snipe the defending consultant of the human barricade that was obstructing their feet of subjugation, giving his teammates a surge of adrenaline to bring down the barricade's curtain by mowing them down before their attention turned to the objective. With the curtain down by a turn of the tables, they went inside with the brunette, the black cyclops, and the doctor's feet at the capturing structure for a few seconds before their feet absquatulate away from the capped point before they abruptly left the building to greet the rest of their teammates between the two mining entrances behind them.
"Alright, pals. Soldier, Demoman, and Sniper! Take the high ground from the right side and don't let those dimwits trample on the last point! You got that?", The brunette was the first one to converse and pitch in with his mates planning for their next move before they proceed to move on.
"Affirmative!", Soldier acknowledged with great ecstasy agreeing with the brunette's affidavit.
"Aye!", mumbled the Demoman who also acknowledged his brunette's statement and raised his Stickybomb Launcher as if he uttered a battle cry before he and his comrade make tracks.
"Ok, mate!", said The Sniper with his Machina in his hands, replenishing the rifle's magazines at the same time as he waited for the plan to initiate before the two of his comrades leaving the marksman after his restock behind before he followed his comrades' footsteps abruptly.
"And the rest of us are gonna be on the ground driving those dimwits away by taking the low ground. We can use both of the pathways. That is an order! Do you comrades copy that?!", the brunette also puts an obligation in the exception of his three candidates who are represented to take the high ground beneath their final barricade the RED Team will confront after their concise scheming. The Engineer is still upgrading the teleporter he recently built, smacking it several times and setting up two sentries to put a barricade on their line of fire.
In response, the rest of the team barring three of the crew for controlling the siege by high-ground advantage all complimented his momentary scheme with either yes or affirmatives.
They henceforth let out a battle cry after contriving their final siege as they went to mow down the final curtain of the skirmish.
Soldier, Demoman, and Sniper went to the right rail that begets the stairs leading to the escarpment worth the advantage for the final push. The Soldier was supposedly on the front of the high ground with the cyclops and the marksman behind him, preparing to rocket-jump and nuke them on the same occasion preparatory to the plan as they run through the halls and then mowing them down.
Just like the plan they have schemed together with, the trio on the cliff spotted some of the opponents who were neither standing on the point nor a few of the BLU Team blocking the corridors that interconnect the capturing point with most of them at the center of those corridors top to bottom in hindsight.
Albeit the situation looks a lot more like protecting the king's throne, however, The Soldier was fearless enough to put up an initiation. Starting a volatile rocket-jump with his Direct Hit that he used a single rocket, He then activated his B.A.S.E. Jumper, letting out a parachute beneath him as he blasts them with missiles with less blast radius in midair slowly reaching the ground.
Commemorating the sudden attack, The One-Eyed Scottish Cyclops discharged bouncy projectiles that can detonate at nearby enemies on his imperceptive sight, giving his team an aperture to make the final touch of the battle as the speedster, brawn, and the mummed pyromancer went out from the left bottom of the corridors followed by the leading brunette of the RED Team, Engineer and their consultant. And Spy? No trace of him thanks to his cloaking device, The Invis Watch as he did after the scheming.
Subsequently with the aperture RED Team has with the devastating tides turned unto them, The marksman somehow consistently snipes the BLU Doctor once again, making a corner for the BLU Team. And then he also sniped down the pyromancer that constantly set a certain red-attired tuxedo-worn man in fire losing the cloak before he was pulsed with a red beam alongside his back despite being busted into flames, putting an impasse to his scorching cavalier as the flames on himself faded and set up his cloak vanished and their RED Medic pulled the switch again pulsed the red beam to the Russian Brawn who was in front of him, still mowing down his BLU counterpart for a continuous 30 seconds to reach Ubercharge. The marksman then unexpectedly sniped the opposing consultant once more, whose Medigun pulsed to their Brawn, and the blue pulse disintegrated in the Blue Brawn back's afterward. When their ally Medic's Medigun did attain full charge, electrical particles went haywire for the signal for his patient, Heavy Weapons Guy.
"I am fully charged!", the consultant uttered with a soaring tone with the battery pack on his back surging with haywire electricity with the pulse still in effect in the Brawn's back.
"Doctor, now!", The Russian Brawn shouted suddenly in response, still in the showdown and shower of bullets hitting on his torso, tanking them hard with his feet moving to reach the point.
"EEYYYAAAAA!", The brawn dissonantly cried as the stinging pain inside him rescinded as he was hit by several missiles in the progression of the Ubercharge Effect to activate as he was veiled by gray mists in the aftermath.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I am bulletproof!", as he roared through the smoke, with his minigun, Sasha, mowing down his opponents, shifting his firing line kill by kill with the invincibility he felt in the surge, slowly stepping forward to the curtain, confronting them dauntlessly with apprehension in their enemies' stomachs.
It was then the Surrogate and the Scout rushed through the barricade destroying a dispenser, and two fully upgraded sentries into explosion before they meatshotted the BLU Engineer to death after a struggle to defend his life against the offensive duo, who set those contraptions properly and in time before the infiltration went against their defense out of nowhere. The offensive duo hence went back in their tracks on their final objective, driving their feet to the point at the moment, where the captivity of the point was suddenly contested by a BLU Soldier and a BLU Sniper with a kukri on his left hand.
Missiles and slashes in the contesting of the point went ablaze as the offensive duo evaded their manner of assault. While at the moment, the BLU Soldier was backpedaling and reloading his Rocket Launcher at the same time, allowing the duo to mow him down into a dead pulp near the point in the distance and instantaneously doing the same to the kukri-wielding marksman before the Spy unexpectedly uncloaked himself and backstabbed the marksmen in an instant. Thereafter, The three stood on the point for a few seconds still mowing their opponents down to prevent them from contesting the control point.
Victory
1st: Soldier - 30 Points
2nd: Heavy - 29 Points
3rd: Sniper - 27 Points
MVP: Surrogate - 25 Points
"This is child's play!"
"Too freakin' easy!"
"Too easy."
After the bell rang and the blue light from the dot of the control point turned red, It was a guaranteed victory for the RED Team, standing in the round metal structure still firing at the sight of their opponents. After they gave attention to the bell and mowed them down as well, they pursued towards the BLU's Base or Dressing Room, metaphorically saying, killing the rest of them alive and dancing in front of their opponents' dead carcasses before they went outside and kept making shapes performing Conga in a straight line before they are teleported suddenly back into their dorm room lobby.
"Conga? Oh hell yeah! Dun Dum der-der, yeah!", the speedster merrily said while he drummed rhythmically with his arms before taking a clap beneath his head in reiteration of his looped choreography along with his comrades as well doing the Conga.
As they still paraded in the corridors of the hall, unaware of their surroundings, a voice loudly echoed through the halls, announcing that someone in this hall was called for a symposium suddenly.
Surrogate, please report to the Administrator's office. You are hereby called for our purposes. The Mann Corporation will not take any excuses. Please report to the Administrator's office. You are hereby called for a meeting. Excuses will not be tolerated. End of the announcement.
"Alright, then. Have a good day, pals!", the brunette clamored, putting a stop to his dance and parting ways before rushing through the halls seeking the location for the meeting he expected.
"До свидания!", Heavy natively uttered, still dancing at the moment, before he saw the Surrogate went into the dark.
"Auf Wiedersehen!", The Medic also natively spoke his goodbye, feeling the rhythm as well, oblivious to his perception even though he was concentrating on his dancing as the rest of the gang overlooked the brunette away.
In the Personnel Halls of Mann Corporation…
"Administrator's Office is on the fourth floor. There, Near this staircase.", An employee of Mann Co. advised him, also giving a map he handed to the Surrogate with great thought just in case he lost track of the room location during his urgency as the employee's right hand pointed to the staircase with the office nearby, instructing the Surrogate a short method to walk for the office.
As the Surrogate went to the stairs, he expected either a profit or a mission thanks to his experience that he was a part of global missions that only involves assassination. If the meeting does discuss it, he'll probably repudiate or immediately go for reimbursement profit.
As he reached the fourth floor, he went left and stopped in front of the administrator's office door, opening the doorknob by pushing it thereafter. He was then greeted with Redmond Mann, Gray Mann, Blutarch Mann, and Administrator, and even his mentor, Spy who was behind them escorting his back before he clenched him to a chair for the meeting for him to sit for this meeting to inaugurate as the brunette ponders why he was called to be demonstrated? Is it a secret mission to accomplish? A competition to participate in? His mind was going to overheat, aching his head full of thoughts and expectations pressuring his mind and losing his sanity at the same time in a trance of a philosopher as his train of thought was vanished by the voice of his mentor.
"Apprentice? Is there something wrong?", His mentor Spy said, as the brunette snapped his mind back focussing on the negotiating table.
"Nothing worth the issue here. *scoffs* Thank you. I felt a headache for just a second.", The invited brunette appropriately said, slightly shaking his head, letting out a laugh before he paid attention to the conference table.
"Now, Can we discuss why I am here? I have never been to a conference meeting.", The brunette implored, asking for an answer after his thoughts succumbed raising an eyebrow.
"Right. Ms. Pauling. The papers, please." Gray Mann commanded, followed by Ms. Pauling, passing the application to the Surrogate as he caught it properly and then examining the details of the application thoroughly on the desk.
When he scanned the entire details of the application, his eyes widened questioning the subject even if he didn't fathom why he was going to be enrolled. Yes, Enrolled by matriculation to verify his application for the sake of the Mann Co. for two years. Very meticulous of this matriculation.
"Pardon me, but, Why do I have to register his application?", the brunette raised an eyebrow, and his tone was asking for this application he exerts it with two of his hands.
Nobody in his room answered for a few seconds before Gray Mann enunciated first.
"We issued an uneducated juvenile of our company that has no record of education, and that would be you, Surrogate. If you have any questions, you can ask. Thank you for your participation."
"Participation? Spy, What the bloody hell is going on here?", the brunette was dumbfounded by Gray Mann's verdict.
His mentor sighed, inclined to tell the truth about the reason he was called here.
"Apprentice…. We and this company have decided to enroll you in one of the most prestigious and vis-à-vis, the most flourishing academies of the world, aka Hope's Peak Academy concerning your lack of education by the proof Miss Pauling found no record of your educational verification."
"Yes, Surrogate. Moreover, We have called the Principal of the Academy and we wished you to enroll, as Mr. Kirigiri Jin needed your registration as approval of this application you are holding right now. Please sign it. The founder of the Academy, Izuru Kamamura will greet you whenever you arrive at the academy at the gate."
"Y-Yes.", The brunette stuttered a little, still stupefied at the papers.
Redmond then passed a pen to the brunette in which he caught it while his eyes kept reading the registration form, as he used his thumb to thrust the pen's plunge, before he quickly signed the papers that needed his signature one by one carefully as he eventually saw his certificates as well, known as his 7 PhDs needing his signature into the bargain.
"D-Done? Why are you mates still silent?", he nervously asked after he finished registering the application, passing the pen back to its owner.
"Then it is decided. Spy?", Blutarch lost his awkward mood, hastily saying.
"Of course.", Spy nodded as he pressed the button on the wall behind the Administrator, opening the metal door upwards that showed a standing Rocket Launcher throughout the field bolstered with two wooden planks around it. Behind the structure were his comrades saluting him.
"Is that supposed to send me to the Academy?", the brunette broke the silence.
"Yes, and stop asking questions. Au revoir, mi amigo.", His mentor said as his apprentice picked up the rocket launcher from the wooden planks.
"Alright! Time to rocket jump!", He promptly exclaimed as he snatched the weapon and pointed it on the ground near his feet, ready to leap up to the skies for a blast.
"To the academy and beyond!"
He then jumped and launched a rocket which his carcass was just helplessly amputated notwithstanding the force of the missile he launched asunder as his parts flew a là arbitrary ways hitting some of his comrades.
"Godspeed, you magnificent cadet….Good luck at the academy.", the Soldier muttered, inspiring him with the best wishes he could comprehend despite being hit by his cadet's left arm.
"Are you sure zhat our kamerad will attend the academy?", The Medic was wondering if he was fine attending the school campus, still misinformed about the academy's policies.
"Да! Heavy wishes Surrogate good luck at the academy!", The Brawn of the crew responded, giving a break of a leg for their brunette mate in third-person view.
"Did our mate just bloody explode for the farewell?", Sniper raised a question as well as an eyebrow.
"He'll be fine, pardner. He will respawn at the alleys near the academy. Besides, It'll give him a map for the location." The Texan chortled nonchalantly, but aware of his presence.
"So, Ready for the next game?", The Scout interrupted their conversation.
"Alrighty then."
As the crew nodded in agreement, They went to the halls of the company building, letting out battle cries and yellings. With the crew back to the battlefield for the next round, Our view turns to the Surrogate, identified as Makoto Naegi, respawning at the most humongous cities of the world, his homeland aka Japan! In the alleys near the academy.
Hope's Peak Academy Frontyard, Japan, 5:00 AM
Makoto's POV:
I respawned in the alleys by perception, frustrated once again because of the rocket jump as I did as of now. I kicked a garbage can when I bumped into it after respawning several times. Then I calmed myself down, as the heated nerves in my burning mind diminished. After a relief and a breath to exhale, I began checking my body if the malfunction of the spawning gave me a physical tumor. In realization, my clothing has no appeal and familiarization as I inspected.
As I examined myself, I found my left hand grasping a scroll with a knot on its center. Then, I untie the knot and stretch the paper with both of my hands revealing a map that indicates the location of my classroom. Strange. I thought that the respawn function could also store items and then bequeath them to me, just like the item I held, in this case. I then lost hesitation and walked straight, though I was reading the map oblivious to my surroundings.
As I stravage with my aimless feet, a vague voice struck into my ears, a deepened yet faint voice that chimed for a call to familiarize with. I kept walking with the map on my face still examining the details as the volume of the unfamiliar voice rose every step I forwardly took. By the time I kept scrutinizing the map, I eventually bumped into someone whose black hair was left unshaved as I lost focus on the map. I could mistake him for I girl, but when the person spoke up, bumped on the floor and held his head for a while before the person I looked at stood up.
"My bad…Sorry. That was so gauche of me.", I hastily said.
"Thanks. But I appreciate your worries.", He told me while he tugged his black tuxedo, as the dust was to be seen dropping by his clothing.
"No problem.", as I saw the person then positioned his necktie straight as a line.
"If you excuse me, I am looking for a student who happens to be the Surrogate of Mann Corporation. Will that be you, Mister?", The long-haired man suspected me, loud as the maximum volume of a smartphone.
And when that question came out from his voice, The people throughout the streets glanced at us with cameras or voice recorders before they went near us, giving a bit of distance before they could shove their recording devices right at the scenery of our certain conversation.
"Uh…Excuse me? Can we privately discuss this matter because people are gonna overhear us. We got men and women with the records on us.", I was mindful of people crowding at my sight.
"Oh, sorry.", He said to me before he turned his attention to the people behind the gates of the Academy.
"People, please. This is a private matter between us.", The crowd scattered back to their places as he said while some of the public were still having their footage on us even though the person I was having a word with demanded a distance.
I heard the soughing wind soothing my ears as he continuously cross-examined me with a bit of silence in his voice as I let out a sigh of tremendous, exhaling relief.
"Phew. Close call for me. Alright, back to the point.", I declared openly.
"Real Identity Name, Sir?", He spoke narrowly.
"Naegi Makoto, Reliable Excavation Demolition Team's Surrogate of Mann Corporation.", I pompously divulged, giving him a clear identification of my affiliation with the company.
"Izuru Kamakura, Founder of Hope's Academy.", he introduced himself as the founder, and my eyes widened when those words were now to be said from his voice.
"I am pleased to meet you- Apologies, Where is the Academy anyway?", I beseeched without confirmation nor recondite of the coordinates of the Academy back to the objective, stuttered a little, with an indication of a befuddled expression on my face.
"Right behind me. Come.", Mr. Kamakura said before he sauntered, opening the door before I followed his steps.
"I owe you one, Mr. Kamakura.", I thanked him after he went through the doorway on his back.
As we strode through the walls following a staircase we climbed to the ground floor to the fourth floor, I found myself along with Mr. Kamakura, a spacious classroom precisely having 49 chairs, a teacher's desk, and a huge blackboard bordered with a cabinet unsure of what's inside of it.
"Alright, Mr. Naegi. Sit as much as you like, but I'll be seeing you after class. Keep yourself in touch with this classroom.", He said leaving me alone as my vision of him lost contact outside the doorway vanishing without a trace from the left.
I walked through the doorway as I entered this classroom, finding a seat to put my pressured and cornered head down to its desk. The position of the seat I had found behind was a door, as I opened it I saw only cleaning tools as well as a lightbulb on the center of the ceiling before I shut the door full of darkness.
I sat down thinking over the memories I have with the crew. It was amazing and exhilarating at the same time in times when my favorite, sympathetic crew with myself celebrated during a victory, bickering and mowing down each other. I love my new leaf when I was 15 at the time before I was here inside the academy, pondering and remembering the memories I have of my employment at Mann Corporation. It was perpetually chaotic and very nostalgic to me. The times our Sniper improved his marksmanship during battle every time whenever I was there at the scope of his sight, The times I and Scout put up an offensive duo, previously on the battles we had…The experience and time everywhen my Medic needs my assistance during sub-contracted surgeries…The times' Spy needs a sidekick during his assassination missions, and the times I was training with him as my mentor and goes along the memories passed. Oh, I had a hell of experience within just a year. It's always chaos but fun shedding blood. With my evocative voices inside of my head, I put my head down with my arms crossed beneath my eyes, closing them altogether, and then slept while dreaming of the good ol' days I had.
3 Hours Later, 8:00 AM
3rd Person Omniscient:
As he slept for this long at least for 3 hours, oblivious during his slumber, a crowd of 48 certainly colorful students entered the classroom, only to see the brunette dozing off with a drool of saliva on his face, as awkward and baffled faces are drawn on their lineaments at this sheepish sight.
"Uh…Is this guy here for this long?", a red-haired person sporting a white jean jacket breaking the silence.
"Makoto-kun?", a girl beside the red-haired person widened her eyes, seeing the brunette.
Then the rest of the students cacophonously murmured, even so with their eyes at the sleeping boy.
"Enough!", a certain well-attired blonde uttered, as silence ensued.
"Ahem. You! Wake this simpleton up!", the blonde of the crowd pointed a finger right at the girl alongside the red-haired fellow after he cleared his throat.
"R-Right.", she went to the brunette's seat, staring at him before she lent on the brunette's ear.
"Makoto-kun~", the certain gorgeous blue-haired girl whispered in Makoto's right ear. No reaction was drawn to his face.
"Wake up, cutie~", She attempted again with her soothing voice, and the second charm did the trick which means the brunette then woke up, letting out a yawn, rolling his eyes beforehand.
"Alright. Is it morning already? How long did I sleep- Holy Monoculus!", He was astounded and frightened at the same time to see a familiar face in front of him, as the rest of the crowd entered the class, letting out a laugh beforehand.
"Mo-monoculus? Naegi-kun…", She frowned a little, sounding a bit aggrieved.
"Sorry, I must have dreamt of that humongous optic monster.", He chortled a bit, remembering the ridiculous battle against Monoculus in his dreams.
She is sported a proper school uniform or seifuku (制服), with most of her blouse dyed plain white, and her pleated skirt was broadly dyed as well with navy blue. In both of her shoulders and her chest, A pink ribbon is seen laced with a loop attached to the blouse's top. Makoto recognized her look as he communicated with her as Sayaka Maizono, The Ultimate Pop Sensation.
"M-Morning, Maizono-san.", He weakly said, stuttering as well.
"Geez, Naegi-kun. You should have greeted me properly.", She pouted.
"Hai, hai." He hastily replied.
"Bro, That was awkward of you.", The redhead chuckled, interrupting the discourse they had.
"Kuwata-kun, Not this time.", Sayaka puts up a face, deadpanned.
"Heh. If I were you, bro. I could have taken her instead."
"Kuwata-kun!"
His hair is dyed scarlet, really describing him as a redhead. Regardless though, he sported a pure jacket as well as his shirt with a logo of a skull painted red, black jeans, and white sneakers with a white necklace on his neck. His cockiness and hot-headedness are something about his traits. This is Leon Kuwata, The Ultimate Baseball Player, and soon to be the Ultimate Musician if he relinquished his passion for competitive baseball, arguing with Sayaka at the moment.
"Mou, Kuwata-kun. Are you always like this?"
"No, Not that often! Why the angry face?", Before he sighed, and tilted his face to Makoto.
"Bro, Do you like her?"
"No! Why is that?", Makoto flinched in response, blushing.
"Kuwata-kun!"
The conversation between the three turned into an argument between the two bar Makoto. Despite the altercation between Leon and Sayaka, Makoto ignored them, rotating his vision at the well-attired blonde with a certain girl fawning over him at struggle, shoving her in the process.
His attire was very formal, a tuxedo and the rest of his habiliment were rigid black except for the polo and the green cross sashes near to his throat. His reservedness, chauvinisme mindset, and cold personality are what make him a bit of a prick if you don't like to take a distance from his demands. And that is Byakuya Togami, The Ultimate Affluent Progeny.
The girl who was fawning over the blonde sported maroon hair with two helix ponytails. On her face were only round eyeglasses accessorized behind her gray eyes. Her blouse and her long skirt were obscured with a bit of red on the palette. The ribbon on her chest was red with a white loop. Her name is Toko Fukawa, The Ultimate Writing Prodigy.
"Off with my body, you sycophant! And take a seat!", the progeny emitted, still having difficulties taking a seat over the fawner.
"Yes, Master~", Fukawa said with a melting drool on her face as she sat hers beside his chair.
He furthermore tilted his face towards a certain gothic-lolita girl who asked a certain roly-poly student for a cup of tea to be served sufficiently for a minute.
"Servant, Order me a tea within just a minute.", the gothic lady solicited.
"Yes, Madame!", the rotund otaku acknowledged proceeding to go outside the classroom to the right and vanished.
Seeing her look and attire, she looks elegant. Her skin was pale white, opulently representing herself as a Gothic. Her coiled raven drilled pigtails between her head were knotted properly as her clothing consists of a white blouse with a long-pointed collar, a white ribbon tied around her neck, a black coat that includes white ribbon lacing down the sleeves, fastened by a simple white ribbon across her chest, revealing her red tie and the waist of her skirt, embellished with many white laces. She goes by the name of Celestia Ludenburg, The Ultimate Gambler, underneath her history of being the Queen of Lies.
To her 'servant', instantly went back to her with a tray having the tea as she ordered, he was clothed with a pair of black thick-rimmed glasses, dressed in a white button-down shirt, an orange tie which has a patterned double-headed blue sagittal line upon it with the smaller arrowhead pointing upwards and the larger arrowhead downwards to the tip of the tie, a pair of dark gray trousers, and white trainers. Over his shirt is a light grey, unbuttoned cardigan and on his back is an orange backpack. His face is a bit cartoony though, nevertheless, the balancing of his glasses like wearing them was nothing. He is called Hifumi Yamada, The Ultimate Fanfic Writer.
"Thank you, you are free to go.", Celestia offered her thanks to him.
"Anytime, M'Lady.", Hifumi returned the favor to her.
He then rotated his head once more to the rest of the students afterward.
He thereon locked his eyes on them. Firstly, he saw a maid-looking girl with a long bandage on her right leg, tumbling to the ground, while getting an earful from a blonde wearing a kimono. The clumsy girl was Mikan Tsumiki, The Ultimate Nurse, and the twin-ponytailed puerile blonde cutie who was giving her an earful was Hiyoko Saionji, The Ultimate Traditional Dancer, still scolding her in the process.
"Watch it, pig!"
"I'm sorry!", as Mikan started to whimper.
He continuously tilted his head and saw a man with dreadlocks sported with three shirts layered. He was also holding a peculiar orb that is used to read fortunes and futures. His predictions may sound inaccurate about precision or perception because that man is Yasuhiro Hagakure, The Ultimate Clairvoyant, talking to a gorgeous lavender-haired girl.
The girl now at Hagakure's farcical conservation has purple eyes and a pale complexion. She wears her long lavender hair down with a single braid on her left side, tied with a black ribbon. Her outfit consists of a dark purple collared blazer jacket with six brown buttons over a zipped up long-sleeved white blouse and a brown tie with an avian-like symbol on it. That girl was Kyoko Kirigiri, The Ultimate Detective.
"How about an eventual lottery win?"
"Not a desirable outcome, Hagakure-san.", Kyoko replied without showing any emotion.
Naegi still sat at the moment as the students throughout the classroom grabbed their seat, still talking to each other before an orange-haired petite woman in her mid 20's entered the classroom, with the students around him and himself brought into silence as the class starts now, As she was their teacher known as Chisa Yukizome, The Ultimate Housekeeper.
"Now, Class. Uh…..", Chisa looked at the new transfer student, Naegi Makoto.
"Are you transferred here today?"
"Yes. Should I introduce myself?", He asked if he needed to introduce himself in front of the class.
"Of course, Mister. Right at the plank.", the teacher pointed to the plank behind her and ordered him to give a name of his identity.
"R-Right. Miss?"
"Yukizome-sensei.", she smiled.
Naegi stood up from his seat and then walked to the plank. Stopping by, He let out a sigh and then sharply big-mouthed during his introduction.
"Naegi Makoto, R.E.D. Team's Surro- No, scratch that.", He hesitated awkwardly as most of the students giggled a little at him.
"The Ultimate- Uh….", he hesitated again, as students chortled loudly as an entrance door was deliberately creaked open, as Izuru came in from one of the doors, declaring that:
"Lucky Student.", Mr. Kamakura aided him with a lie to seal his affiliation away.
"Right- K-Kamakura-san?", he widened his eyes as the students shut their mouths, facing Mr. Kamakura.
"Excuse me for a while." Kamakura said, walking to the front near the blackboard beside him.
"Miss Yukizome and Class 78. I would like to inform you that Mr. Naegi was transferred here by a raffle draw from this academy. There will be no questions around this man here for I hereby say that Naegi Makoto will be enrolled here for two years." Kamakura drew another conceivable lie.
"Any questions if that's the case?"
All the students apart from Naegi nodded for a no. Then the founder spoke once more.
"Okay. And Mr. Naegi, Mr. Kirigiri wanted to have a word from you after class.", he said before he left the classroom, shutting the door behind him.
Silence stemmed from the classroom, and Naegi was still standing beneath the plank.
"Thank Monoculus that the Founder saved me...", He sighed heavily while the entire classroom raised an eyebrow at him.
"Monoculus? The hell are ya sayin'?", A student whose long black robe and Sando belted with a peculiar creature carved in his front said, identified as Mondo Owada, The Ultimate Bike Gang Leader, if that is a real talent of leadership professionals can accept, generally speaking.
"That's just something I don't wanna tell you guys either. If you excuse me.", Naegi went back to his chair, excusing himself as he sat down.
"JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?"
"Alright, alright. A creature that exists taking the structure of an eyeball, enormous- Damn it.", He clarified loudly.
Silence echoed in the classroom. And then-
"WHAT?!"
"Oh no.", he exclaimed softly, with a fretted expression.
"What are you, fucking hallucinating or something?", A blonde student who goes by the name of Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, The Ultimate Yakuza, asked.
"N-no, I guess?", Makoto was baffled at his verdict.
"Anyways, Heh. Names and talents, P-please?", Naegi implored, baffled at why he was stared at.
"The name's Leon Kuwata, bro. SHSL Baseball Player."
"You know me, Makoto-kun~ SHSL Pop Sensation.", Sayaka answered.
"Byakuya Togami, SHSL Affluent Progeny."
"T-Toko Fukawa, SHSL Writing Prodigy."
"Celestia Ludenburg, SHSL Gambler. You can address me as Celes-san, for short."
"Hifumi Yamada. SHSL Fanfic Writer."
"Chihiro Fujisaki, SHSL Programmer."
"Kiyotaka Ishimaru! SHSL Moral Compass, I hope you came to your senses!."
"I'll take Taka to address you instead.", Naegi said.
"Mondo Owada, SHSL Bike Gang Leader."
"Aoi Asahina, SHSL Swimming Pro!"
"Sakura Ogami. SHSL Martial Artist.'
"Yasuhiro Hagakure. SHSL Clairvoyant."
"Kyoko Kirigiri. SHSL Detective."
"Mukuro Ikusaba, SHSL Soldier."
"Junko Enoshima, SHSL Fashionista, Herbivore boy!"
"Why, Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment.", Naegi complimented.
"M-Mikan Tsumiki. SHSL Nurse."
"Hiyoko Saionji, SHSL Traditional Dancer."
"Mahiru Koizumi, SHSL Photographer."
"Teruteru Hanamura, SHSL Chef."
"Peko Pekoyama, SHSL Swordsman, Fuyuhiko-san's Escort."
"Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, SHSL Yakuza."
"Hajime Hinata, Reserve Course Student."
"Nagito Komaeda. SHSL Lucky Student."
"Chiaki Nanami, SHSL Gamer."
"Nidai Nekomaru. SHSL Team Coach."
"Akane Owari, SHSL Gymnast."
"Kazuichi Souda, SHSL Mechanic."
"Sonia Nevermind, SHSL Princess, from the land of Novoselic."
"Never seen that country before…", Naegi complimented.
"Gundham Tanaka, SHSL Breeder, The Supreme Overlord of Ice!"
"A bit superior, sir."
"I bid you thanks, young one."
"Ibuki Mioda! SHSL Musician!"
"Ultimate Impostor."
"T-Thank you?"
"Shuichi Saihara, SHSL Detective."
"Kaede Akamatsu, SHSL Pianist."
"Maki Harukawa, SHSL Caregiver."
"Kaito Momota, SHSL Astronaut."
"K1-B0, SHSL Robot. Greetings."
"Miu fucking Iruma, SHSL Inventor."
"Tenko Chabashira, SHSL Aikido Master. If you aren't a degenerate male like the chef pervert over there, I bid you thanks."
"Himiko Yumeno, SHSL Magician."
"Rantaro Amami, SHSL Survivor."
"Tsumugi Shirogane, SHSL Cosplayer."
"Gonta Gokuhara, SHSL Entomologist. Gonta accepts you for being a gentleman."
"Thank you.", Naegi replied.
"Ryoma Hoshi, SHSL Tennis Pro."
"Kirumi Tojo, SHSL Maid."
"Kokichi Ouma, SHSL Supreme Leader."
"Angie Yonaga, SHSL Artist. May Atua welcome your presence."
"Bless you."
"Korekiyo Shinguji, SHSL Anthropologist. I amend my approaches to you."
"Pleased to meet you all. So, class time?", Naegi titled his head back to the teacher.
"Hai, Naegi-kun~", The teacher retorted.
After Class: 4:00 PM
…
"Alright, students. Class is dismissed-", She finished before the class was interrupted with Kirigiri Jin, The Headmaster of HPA, entering the classroom.
"Excuse me, May I invite Mr. Naegi to my office for a while?"
"You may, Mr. Kirigiri."
"Thank you. Come, Naegi, I am looking forward to our meeting."
"With pleasure, Mister.", he came along, went outside after the Student Council's President, closing the door behind him. After Naegi went out and vanished, The students were forming circles with their chairs along for a discussion to be held of his traits.
"So, girls. What do you think about Makoto? He's more precious than I could ever think of.", Sayaka puts up a smile.
"Not my cup of tea, but I can say that his straightforwardness and optimism were the only charms worth the appeal to me.", Celestia also smiled.
"He's a bit of a dork. But whenever I see him, Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach everytime he says a word.", Junko added, grinning.
"Less charming by his looks, But I can give him that, because he doesn't mind after all. Nice guy without approaches.", Aoi brightly said.
"He's quite amusing to say the least.", Mukuro added.
"A bit of an introvert by approach just like Aoi said. But he's really something whenever he articulates with someone.", Kyoko said.
"A man I do not recognize, yet I found him full of glee.", Sakura augmented her emphasis.
Toko did not cooperate with them, quietly. It seems she has no interest in him. She also did not find him fascinating worth her inspirational materials as she was in the exception of the meeting.
"Not a degenerate male. He's much more aloof of himself.", Tenko said.
"Atleast Atua finds him subtle in his ways.", Angie stated.
"Ibuki benefits him!", Ibuki expressed with a bright grin on her face.
"Not my type, but he's okay with it!", Kaede said.
"His attire doesn't befit in my cosplay preferences. Pretty plain to say the least.", Tsumugi demonstrated his attire.
"So, Everyone is okay with the boy?", Sayaka queried.
With the discussion at hand in the classroom for a while, Naegi was having an interview in the Headmaster's Office, in an attempt to get full information of his bio from the Headmaster, Kirigiri Jin, as he was called for in the meantime at the top floor somewhere.
Headmaster's Office, 4:05 PM
In the office, Both the representative and the Headmaster entered through the office's doorway, taking their seats readying the interview for Naegi Makoto, former member of the RED Team.
"Take a seat, Mr. Naegi."
"Thank you, sir.", He replied formally as he sat down with both of his hands laid on his lap.
"Let's proceed." As the interviewer slightly adjusted his necktie. "Whose company have you been assigned for?", The headmaster started to interrogate, in need of his affiliation first.
"The Mann Corporation. Former 10th member of the RED Team. Which stands for Reliable Excavation Demolition Team.", He answered. In response, The headmaster grabbed an empty file and a peculiar paper that implies 'Verification Form' with a few details about Naegi from the printer behind his seat.
The headmaster brought out a pen from the pocket of his tuxedo, Opening the cap of his pen and then writing the answers from him ad interim.
"Next. Classified Name?", The headmaster then asked once again.
"Surrogate, Considerably a class I had designated as an auxiliary worth the bolster to my comrades, versatile in any way.", He resolved with clarification that the headmaster energized himself to write the details word by word.
"What weapons do you use in battle?", The headmaster was fascinated by his negotiative aptitude, asking a question related to the company Naegi was employed in.
"On my watch I had invented, It can fill ammunition for my allies nearby, suitable for war. It also has many various features eligible pro globalization. Dual Semi-automatic handguns and shotguns are primarily my preference and this blade.", He showed left wrist with a peculiar watch attached in light of the interview and brought a blade from his backpack with a sheath on it.
"And what can this blade do by yourself?", The headmaster asked, intrigued.
"The impossible for any swordsman has existed.", He cockily said.
"What is the impossible you said, Mister?"
"Deflecting a flurry of bullets. Do I need a full demonstration of it?"
"N-No, Thank you.", as Naegi put back his blade to his backpack.
"Any talents, PhDs and anything else about yourself?", Jin asked.
"I had taken my commitment to Close Quarters Combat, Military Education, Japanese Swordsmanship and Culinary Skills to say the least. Over and above my sheer and wonderful employment at the company that made me, I was proudly awarded with 7 PhDs, namely Literature, Physiology, Health Science, Technology, Weaponology or Military Science, Athletics and Ethics. I am dignified of the previous year I took dedication for.", He explained in full detail, proudly with a bright, confident smirk on his face.
"W-Wow. I had never heard about yourself. I'd say I am impressed that I have enrolled you, being one of the down-to-earth prodigies the academy has ever seen and it is satisfactory to have you here at this academy you're standing right now.", He smiled too.
"And the lies Mr. Kamakura declared, keeps me at an advantage. I should thank him for that." Naegi laughed a little along with the Headmaster.
"I appreciate the time you have taken in this interview. Welcome, Mr. Naegi. I bid you my gratitudes and thank you for your participation in this interview.", as the Headmaster gave him a handshake before he left the office with the exception of the headmaster, still recalling and scanning the verification form, chapter and verse at his desk, correcting any mistakes he could.
Behind the wall of the office, there was a staircase beside it with a certain lavender-haired girl, Kyoko Kirigiri, rethinking the details from the interview with the Headmaster who happens to be her Father and the newly transferred student, Naegi Makoto.
"The Surrogate, huh? You sure have a lot of potential.", She lets out a short-durated giggle.
Dorm Room, 4th Floor, 7:59 PM
'Alright. I have the keys. So it's bedtime-', He reckoned in front of his dorm room before he felt a soft hand clasping his left hand.
He then faced a familiar classmate of his behind him.
"K-Kirigiri-san-"
"Explain.", She interrogated hastily as he dropped his hand off her.
"Explain what?", He said, baffled at her.
"Your affiliation to your company.", as she took his backpack from his shoulders in front.
"H-hey! That's my personal info!", He took his backpack back.
"Let me inspect-"
"It's nighttime, Kirigiri-san. And you shouldn't be inspecting things from others at a sudden. So, Goodnight." He opened and then shut the door in an instant along his backpack unscathed, sounding more of a brag.
'Even if you hide those from me, I won't cease myself to rake the muck. Someday, I will expose your true identity.', as she walked away from the door, motivated for tomorrow.
Makoto's Dorm Room, 8:00 PM
'Thank Monoculus again if she didn't see the information I have for the interview.', as he placed his bag on the bed after he switched the lights, brightening the room.
He then unzipped his bag and dropped his personal items down on the bed like he was littering it all on the bed-sheet.
[Items Dropped: (Medium Blade) Tachi with Sheath, PhD of Literature, PhD of Physiology, PhD in Health Science, PhD in Technology, PhD of Military Science, PhD in Athletics, PhD in Ethics, Habiliments and RED Surrogate Attire.]
*SCREECH*
'And thanks to the technology my company has and mine combined, I can properly secure those things with my amazing wristwatch.', as he consumed the items with a quick scan on his watch.
'And if she dared to inspect my bag. She'll be dumbstruck.', He then adjusted the room with a bit of cleaning after took sight. Firstly, he sweeped the corners the room with some cobwebs clenched on the edges. Nextly, underneath every furniture either be the closet nor his bed. And lastly, he cleaned the windows, including the stool. He then checked the room once more if any dust are left untidied.
He sat down at the bed, glimpsing the width of the room until he saw a door near to the bed.
'It's looks like I got more cleaning to settle. Without making any noise.' As he stood up and sauntered to where the hoover subsists. He then strutted in front to the door of the latrine.
He then brought out his wrist device, functioning as he shifted his hand to the hoover's electrical motor. It thenwards transmitted electrical changes to the motor, as the motor roared, functioned as of now. He opened the door to look a ton of dirt within the lavatory thanks to the light outside.
'Time to dispose the dust, as if they were biting the dust.'
Dust by dust to be discarded in the meantime, the room including the lavatory shone brighter. After an hour of tidying, adjusting and self-brainstorming for tomorrow, A light shone through his eyes at the left, as he looked in response to a red sign that says: Lights Out.
'It's lights out, then.', He closed the lights and the curtains to be shut beforehand, as darkness obscured the room.
He then laid down on the bed, yawned and felt oscitant at the same time, positioning his body to sleep, Still thinking the experience he had for a moment, at the brink of drowsiness.
'Goodnight, Irene.', as he began to take a nap, closing his eyes altogether to rest his mind dreaming of memories again, for a brigher tomorrow.
N/A: There! I'd say that I took too long for this chapter though. Gonna say again, I'm impressed with myself accomplishing this chapter, if it is the least I could do in my time. The sceneries are really difficult for me to type them to life. Anyways, Here is another contraption or PDA for Naegi. Peace!
Clot Chronometer:
- Heals ⅖ of allies' HP and Refills ⅖ of allies' ammunition of weapon held.
- Area of Effect: Large (9 blocks). SIngle use.
- Refillable and has a recharge bar of 20 seconds after use.
- Press R to activate the contraption.
