Blazing Transfer Student

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Fantasy became reality. At present, 80 percent of the world's population consists of superhuman with special abilities.

The world is in chaos!

Brave individuals took up the mantle of heroes straight out of comic books.

Heroes, serving in official capacity, earned government pay, fame, and glory.

….That's what we want you to believe.

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8 Years Old

After being isolated for seven years, I was revealed to the world and introduced to the other members of the family. After that I was supposed to go to school, but the enrolling period had passed, so my family chose to tutor me for a while.

The plan was for me to catch up on the lesson and directly enroll at the third year class. I pretended to be normal girl, but it was hard to hold back about elementary school material. My family thought of me as some kind of prodigy.

I still insisted on entering third year class, saying that I want friends of the same age. But the real reason was I didn't want to attract attention.

The primary school I entered was named Suiran Private Academy. It was a school for children from rich families. Located in the middle of Tokyo city, it covered a lot of land. It had primary school division, middle school division, and high school division.

The school was an escalator school so you were guaranteed to have all 12 years of basic education as long as you don't create big problem or flunked out your grades too much.

Anyway, the school was really big. They said that it was the second only after U.A. high school. The exterior was like European cathedral. With stained glasses and so on.

Every class was fitted with air conditioner, water dispenser, projector, humidifier, and also floor heating for the winter.

What really took up a lot of land were the facilities.

There was a heated swimming pool, and a tennis court, and a soccer field, and a baseball field, and a concert hall too. Even a mini theatre. Even a planetarium. While I'm at it, they even had a dome-shaped greenhouse and a tea room.

Besides these ones were plenty of other luxurious facilities as well.

Though there were a few facilities that were shared between the primary, middle and high school sections, anyway, it was all stuffs that I believe didn't exist in another primary school.

The school even had garden, and because it was big, people dubbed it Suiran Forest.

The uniform was cute. Very cute. It was blazer type uniform with the similar design for the three divisions. Primary blazer was navy with light blue ribbons and neckties.

In the middle and high division you either choose from bringing your own lunch or buying food at the cafeteria, but in the primary division school lunches are provided.

I had prepared myself for the lunch duty that every primary student took. But there was no such thing in Suiran. Instead, they have full-time waitresses. A little disappointing.

The menu didn't seem normal either. Did any other primary school students ate their lunch with table manner befitting the nobility? The food looked like something from fine dining restaurant, but we ate them every schooldays!

Fortunately, I fitted right in. In my previous life and current life, I was raised as a noble, surrounded by luxury. I took all of this in stride.

Finally, the most important feature of Suiran Academy was a society called the Peony Society, or the "Pivoine".

The Pivoine was a gathering comprising students who not only entered during the primary section, but who passed strict requirements for lineage, parentage, and monetary assets.

The Pivoine existed in the middle and high sections, and all Pivoine members received various special treatments from the school.

In the primary section, we instead had the Petite Pivoine. Once Petite Pivoine members entered the middle school section, they became Pivoine members.

Because it comprised only purebred Suiran students, no matter how great your lineage, parentage or assets were, if you enter Suiran during the middle or high school sections, it's impossible to join.

A society that only the chosen can enter; truly the adoration of all Zui'ran students.

And of course that was the reason I enrolled in primary school here, rather than waiting until middle school. The school usually didn't allow enrollment by skipping grades, but they gave exception to my family.

Really, how powerful was my family?

Naturally, as soon as I entered Suiran, I became a member of the Petite Pivoine. That meant I was free to abuse my rights and authority toward non-member. Just being a member of the Pivoine meant that most things were allowed.

But of course my mother forbade me from doing something like that. She said that abusing authority all the time lost its appeal fast. I should save it for the important moments, and the effect would be better.

I loved my mother, but she sometimes terrified me. I still followed her advice though.

Pivoine members pin a peony badge under the Suiran crest on their uniform.

It's made from real gems, so it sparkles beautifully. Rin would droll seeing gems on twenty or so brats, defenseless, free to be taken.

The badge at the same time functioned as a school-wide pass for exemption from the rules. Neat.

As for why it's the 'Peony Society', apparently in the language of flowers, the peony means the "the bearing of a ruler".

I didn't remember Gilgamesh or Arturia decorating themselves with peony, but maybe this was the difference in culture? I didn't want to be a ruler, but it can't be helped that majority of the human were lower than me.

Being a Pivoine member means the other students look at you in half admiration, and half fear.

And that's natural. If you start trouble with a Pivoine student, it'll be hard for you to keep going to school here. And their families would also be pressured by the people behind the Pivoine members, sometimes even harmed. Basically'If you know what's best for you, don't get involved with the Pivoine'.

Good for me. My status as quirkless child was public and I didn't try to hide it. But most of these children didn't try to bully me. My comfortable school life was almost guaranteed.

And that proved another point that my family taught me. Quirk was useless. Money was the real power.

It didn't matter how amazing your quirk was. At the end of the day, a quirk user needed to put food on their table. And if you were not a plant-based quirk user that can help farming, you would need to buy food. You still need money.

Having a good and amazing quirk didn't necessarily translate into big income. You had to find a job where your quirk mattered. What was the point of breathing fire if you were a bus driver?

Sadly, physical strengthening quirk meant that you would be good at manual labor. No matter how grandiose your job was, no matter how big the construction project was, a coolie was a coolie.

Yes, I would pay you five times the normal salary for coolie. Now go and work twenty men share of labor. You don't want to do it? You demand pay raise? I can search for another worker, there were many people with strength type quirk. The competition was fierce in job market.

The wealthy ruling class always won. We gave them jobs, we paid their salary, and we grew richer while the quirk user toiled away. In the end, quirk users were just another glorified workers, resources to be used.

Yes, we. Now I was born in the ruling class, so that included me.

Anyway, of course some people with quirk had delusional idea and inflated ego. They had this feeling of self-entitlement: "I had this amazing quirk, I am awesome. My life should be better." However, the reality was harsh and they were still poor.

Lacking the brain cell to think of a money-making method with their quirk, they turned to crime. Those were the supervillains, or stupid bunch of people with superpowers.

See, even Villains did it for money.

To counter the quirk related crimes, heroes appeared. Of course, it was a natural phenomenon. When evil rose, a force of good appeared to oppose it. Especially when the traditional police force was inadequate.

But for the ruling class, the natural heroes that acted out of selflessness were not enough. The number of villains outnumbered the occasional heroes. You can't expect someone who became hero as a hobby to be available all the time. They need to work too.

Again, it's all about money.

So the hero ranking system and professional hero qualification was made. A hero was now a full-time job, paid by government. The higher the ranking, and the more popular you got, you can get more money.

You thought government really had money to pay all those heroes agency? Perish the thought. Most of the government budget was spent for reconstruction, the damage from quirk-related incident remained high every year. How could they pay the heroes?

The money came from us. By us, I meant the superrich citizens. We also had our interest. The supervillains threatened our business and property, and their villainous behavior hampered the economy. We felt that donating a paltry sum of money was worth it for security fee.

Ok, maybe not all, but I was sure a big portion of it came from our contribution.

Some of the pro heroes knew about this, and they would not offend us. Their income came from us.

See, the larger percentage of pro heroes did it for money.

Why did I explain this long long description about how I was awesome? Because of Suiran school.

You see, even if I knew about this because of my family, the general public didn't know. We didn't really flaunt our wealth and influence. Only several people in government and pro heroes knew that the heroing money was donated by a group of rich families.

If I entered normal school, what would the normal ignorant kids do? They would bully me, ostracize me, doing mean things to me, just because they had quirks and I didn't.

They would mock me by saying I can't be a hero. Even though if they became heroes, their salary would come from me. And they would not understand even if I explain it, being the naive brats they were.

That's why my family enrolled me in Suiran. The children from wealthy families were mostly aware of the situation. They were also aware that money trumped quirk. They would not bother me, seeing that my family owned more money than theirs.

Ok, so I was providing you with context here. In front of me was a boy my age, trying to bully me.

I said before that most of the children in this school would not bully me. That was a fact. Unfortunately there was a small minority that could.

I was in Petite Pivoine salon after school, savoring the snacks they provide here. The salon was an exclusive facility for Pivoine members. There was one for middle school and high school, and another one for primary school. It had concierge and snacks and tea, perfect place to wait after school.

It was my third day at school, and I was well received by the teachers and classmates. I played the persona of well-bred cultured princess, so refined and elegant, charming everyone. Delicate, soft spoken, demure, hehe my acting skill was perfect.

Combined with my money and lineage, I was immediately regarded as the top in school caste.

And suddenly, this little boy came and ruined my day. He stood cockily in front of me, who was sitting with my new friends and a chocolate in my hand.

"Ara, isn't this the famous transfer student. She acted like she owns the place, even though she only just come here for three days." The boy said. If I remember correctly, his name was Masaya Kenji. His family was ultrarich. I was not sure who was richer between my family and his. His face was not bad, but his height was a little short for a third grader.

"Yes, she is the rumored Sakatsuki Miyu." Another boy, his hanger-on, followed with faked theatrics. They really planned for this shit. "I heard that she has no quirk." He smirked. I didn't know his name, maybe he was not important?

"Whaaat? The daughter of the illustrious Sakatsuki family is quirkless? Isn't that a joke?" Masaya Kenji laughed mockingly.

See? Most of the student can't bully me. However, another Petite Pivoine member with assets comparable to mine in his name can.

I heard that bullying was essentially an act of domination. He tried to provoke me as a way to establish dominance over me. He would feel superior if he succeeded in getting a reaction. And maybe he did it in public to establish the pecking order.

I didn't know my social campaign was this successful. I had made at least one enemy already!

I smiled and ask, "Masaya-sama, isn't it? Then you must have a very amazing quirk, right?"

Kenji smirked and raised his right hand, palm open upward. Fire appeared from his open palm, smoldering quietly.

I see. A type of pyrokinesis. "And what can you do with the fire? Can you throw it?

At this point, the brat had troubled expression. "Umm no. I can extend the fire around 30 cm though."

What? "That's it?" I asked, not hiding my surprise.

Kenji was blushing, his mouth pouting. But he didn't say anything more. So it means that the quirk can only do that.

Your quirk wasn't even that good, and you dared to bully me?

I scoffed at him, hiding my mouth with my hands and imitating a high class lady laugh. "Ohohoho, Masaya-sama, not to offend you, but isn't it a rather useless quirk?"

"Wha!" The brat was fuming. "You call my quirk useless? You... you are just envious because you have no quirk!"

Nah, that level of fire was easy to make with magecraft. Pity I can't say that.

Instead, I attack from another angle. "Tell me then, Masaya-sama. What is the practical use of that quirk?"

The brat was taken aback, not expecting the question. His eyes swam about, trying to find answer. "Uhh... uhhm. This... umm.. I know!"

Suddenly his eyes were bright, as he thought of something. "I don't need to bring lighters when camping!"

I swiftly struck back. "In other words, you are just an oversized lighters."

The peanut gallery exploded in laughter. Everyone except Masaya Kenji and his hanger-on was laughing.

Oh my, his face got so red. He was really furious.

Humiliated and losing his temper, he directed his palm at me. There was still one and half meter distance between us, so I was still safe, but what did he want to do?

"At least I have power!" He shouted. "I can use this to hurt you! I am stronger than you!" He ignited the flame on his palm, creating 30 cm flame tongue. Maybe he wanted to make me afraid?

Ah, a brat drunk on power, oppressing the weak. Maybe it was the result of violent culture in this society.

Too bad, I am stronger than this snotty brat.

"Hurt me, will you?" I put my chocolate down on the table, stood from my seat, and approach him.

Not expecting me to approach, Kenji backed away, he was now confused.

"So what will you do with a powerless girl like me? Will you burn my face so I become ugly?" I kept walking, approaching the flaming palm. Masaya Kenji unconsciously retracted his palm and walked backward.

"You want to burn me...", My left hand shot out and grabbed his blazing right palm, grasping it tightly. "...like this?"

"Oooh...uwaaaah." Masaya Kenji screamed, seeing my hand burned in his palm. He turned off his quirk, but my hand had already received burn injury. The smell of charred flesh permeated the air.

For a moment, the salon was silent, as quiet as a graveyard.

Then I released Kenji's hand, looking at my hand curiously. It hurt, it was really painful, but I can endure if it was only this much. My face showed nothing except smile. I showed my open palm to Masaya Kenji, red and charred from his fire.

"Look, this is what you want to do. You do this to me." I said slowly with a smile, calmly as if discussing the weather.

Kenji fell on his butt, and even then he kept backing away from me. His mouth kept stuttering something that sounds like "Aaah.. nooo... I am not..." or something like that.

And then the peanut gallery also exploded with screams, shriek, crying etc etc. Really, that was expected from a bunch of primary school students seeing that.

Damn it hurt. Maybe I should find a way to get automatic healing and regeneration. Maybe also one anti-fire conceptual defense. And also for other elements, there were various quirks dealing with four basic elements.

But I had won the confrontation. If for my peaceful school life I had to cause trauma to a stuck-up little boy, then so be it.

So, after that.

The salon staff contacted the school staffs, and then they brought me to the hospital. There, the doctor treated my injury, covering my left hand with bandages.

Even though I can heal it faster with magecraft.

My family was contacted and then they rushed to the hospital. My mother was crying, scolding me for being reckless. My father promised to invite a hero named Recovery Girl to treat me.

The next day, the hero... umm... an old lady named Recovery Girl... treated my burn injury. She told me that it would be healed completely in three days, rather than the normal two weeks.

She was helpful, but I healed myself with magecraft that night. And then I blamed Recovery Girl for the fully healed left hand. Hahaha.

The Masaya family apparently punished Kenji for this incident. Even though I was the one grabbing his hand, he was the one at fault because he used his quirk. Using quirk at school was prohibited by school regulation. In this case, because both of us were Pivoine members, the exemption from the rules didn't apply.

Masaya Kenji threatened Sakatsuki Miyu, a quirkless, with his quirk. Miyu was injured by fire. Those were facts. Whatever excuse he said would be useless.

His family came to our house and gave formal apology. They offered compensation for the medical fee.

In this way, the social standing of one Masaya Kenji fell. Not to the rock bottom, unfortunately, because he was still a heir of ultrarich family.

In my case, my standing soared to the top after the incident.

Look! Here was a noble girl with calm and mature demeanor, with ancient lineage and high status. She was without any quirk, but she didn't flinch when a boy with quirk threatened her. So they said.

When I went to school again, everyone tried to see me. They were curious about Sakatsuki Miyu, 'the flame-subduing girl.'

I got a weird nickname!

And that was how I enrolled in school and guarantee comfortable learning experience. To enjoy complete school life, one needed to be at the top of pecking order.

Obviously, no one ever mention about quirkless in front of me since that incident.

There was one problem though.

I got hanger-on! These two girls followed me everywhere, acting as bodyguard or something. I wanted friends rather than followers though... but I guessed followers were like friends? Only in lower quality.

Aside from that, I had no problem!

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10 Years Old.

I revised my statement. There was another problem.

There were villains attacking my school.

They didn't attack the middle school or high school division. They targeted only the primary division.

Generally, supervillains were trash. They were failures and small fries, using their quirk for petty crimes.

But in a rare case, sometimes their small brain can do something smarter. For example, they banded together in a group and combined their skills. This villain group can hit better target, getting more reward. For example, they can rob bigger bank.

Or in this case, they can attack primary school full of rich children.

The school activity automatically ceased when we heard commotion from outside the gates. The kids seated at the windows exclaimed about the attack, and soon the all the curious children left their seats and stuck their faces on the window. The teacher can't control the children and she too approached the window to see the situation.

A school of super wealthy children must have good security, as expected. We had security guards with quirks too. And the quirkless guards or guards with weak quirk were equipped with firearms. There were also automatic gun turrets at the gates. Had I mentioned that the windows were bulletproof?

Still, Were the enemy too strong, or our guards were always this weak? Their movement was kinda sluggish. I frowned, seeing the villains picking out guards to fight, as if they had already know their quirks. It seemed that our information had been leaked, and the villains had prepared counter for our side.

"That's the Red Lion Gang!" a boy with glasses beside me said in whisper. His name was…. Miura, right?

"Miura, can you tell me more about them?" I asked him, with as nice tone as possible.

That backfired, as the boy blushed hard and stuttered. Sometimes I forgot how popular I was. I was the flower on the high mountain, unreachable to everyone, and suddenly I addressed a boy from the bottom of social caste?

"Uhh.. that… uuhh…" Miura stammered incomprehensible words.

At this point, a jealous boy shoved Miura aside and said to me. "Don't worry." He patted his chest. "I will protect you with my amazing quirk!"

"Shut up Takeshi." I shot a cold gaze to the annoying brat. He got a quirk to shoot water from his finger. What can he do with a water pistol? "I am talking with Miura, do not disturb me."

A deflated Takeshi retreated from my sight.

"Now Miura." I said with a nice, kind voice. "Take your breath and calm down. That's it. Easy. Breath in, breath out." I guided him until he calmed down. "Now tell me what you know about them, talk slowly."

"Umm.. yes. Red Lion Gang, a group of villain that appeared last year. Umm.. they focused on big crime, where they can get a lot of money. Umm, last week they also attack a school in Osaka." Miura said.

"Go on." I encouraged him. Our classmates had turned silent and stopped chatting. They hanged on his every word.

"In Osaka, they demand the parents to pay five million yen for each child. Umm.. the money delivered in cash. After getting the money, they escaped, but nobody saw how they leave the school."

Hmm. We had three classes for each year, and there were six years in total. Each class had an average of thirty students. So our school got at least 540 students in primary division. Multiply by 5 million, that's 2.7 billion yen.

Big reward indeed.

Yeah, 5 million yen for our families were rather cheap. I think most of the children here have parents that can prepare the money in cash in short time. That was very clever for the villains, aiming for quantity rather than quality. Preparing a large amount of cash by one family was quite difficult, but distributing that burden to many families lower the difficulty.

I relaxed a little. Even if we got taken hostage, our families can pay the ransom. Still, I guessed a minority would have problem gathering cash. Not every parents here were superrich, they were just a little wealthy. The reason they could enroll their children here was because of special dispensation, related to their position and so on. For example, the Japanese Imperial prince and princess, the children of prime minister, etc etc. For the cost, it was covered by Pivoine members contribution.

Hm? Miura seemed to shiver. His face also looked pale. But I thought his family was quite rich?

"Something you haven't told me?" I asked him

"Oh,.. well… This… Umm this is something that happened in Osaka. I have no idea if they will do that here so! Umm please be calm!" Miura said. He was the one panicking though.

"At the beginning, the villains took out one student. And… they make example of him." Miura said.

"Example?" I didn't like where this was going.

"They killed him." Miura said.

At this point my classmates broke the silence by a cacophony of screaming, crying, and other hysterical behavior. Some tried to call for outside help, but their phone apparently couldn't connect.

"Everyone, calm down." I laced my voice with a tint of mana. "We must be calm."

The children gradually calmed down, and I wasted no time asking for more details from Miura.

So in Osaka, one student was killed at the beginning. And then they killed off one student every hour to pressure the parents.

When a family paid a child ransom, the child was immediately released. This created frenzy where the families tried to free their children as fast as they can. While the police and heroes used the time to prepare for an assault.

But before all children were released, the villains disappear without trace. The police got suspicious when they stopped responding to take the ransom, and an assault team raided the school. Inside, they found only dead bodies of children.

"So in short," I said to no one. "If they are late in paying, their children will be dead. The villains didn't want to wait until the heroes fully prepared, so they killed the remaining hostages and escape."

They must have planned for future operations. The parents who had heard about previous incident were certain to became frantic.

The classroom was silent, aside from the occasional sobs. Now these children were really, really scared. Even Takeshi, the boy who said he will protect me earlier, was quivering in terror.

"Miura." I put my hand on his shoulder, looking at him in the eyes. "Tell me about the members of this villain group."

So here were the members of Red Lion Gang, the ones known to public anyway. I guess it was lucky that Miura was a hero otaku. He recited the things that he knew from memory.

1. Bladewolf – He can create blades from his skin, changed into werewolf shape. The blades can only grow for around 40 cm.

2. Magnet King – He had magnet power, can attract or push away metal.

3. Dragonaut – a dragonman that breathed fire. He had tough skin and superpower strength too.

4. Gigant Steel – a two meter tall man with muscle of steel. A literal steel brute.

5. Needlehair – She can use hair as weapon, extend and control it, and stab people with it.

6. Black Shadow – he was able to turn his body incorporeal and invisible. Good at stealth and infiltration

7. Radio Devil – he was able to intercept local radio transmission and jamming it. I guess he was the reason why communication didn't work.

8. Siren – she can hypnotize people by her voice. The ability can mind control people for 15 minutes.

9. Riser Blue – he can project dome shaped force field. His name came from the shade of blue color on his dome

10. Purifier – she can shoot some kind of light beam from her hands, and the beam can travel far. The beam destroyed things, melting down metal or disintegrating concrete.

Other than them, there were other members, but their names and powers were unknown.

"What are we going to do? Are we going to fight?" One of my followers asked. What did you say, Kujo Tsukiyo? Your ability was only minor telekinesis, and only limited to woods. I had fun watching you animate dolls, but fighting?

As I surveyed my classmates, looking at me with eyes full of hope or uncertainty, I sighed. Look, this was not some movie where an 11 year old boy can fight two robbers alone. Judging from the abilities of the villains, these 500 kids didn't stand a chance even when they joined together.

For example, that Nakagawa, with a voice that can shatter a glass cup. Or that Takahara, able to run on the wall and ceiling, defying gravity to certain extent. Or that Ayukawa, able to be unnoticed when she wanted to. What can they do against villains? Sure, maybe if they went to hero course later in high school, they can learn how to fight using their quirk. But a fifth grader in primary school, without any training, and living a sheltered life as the heir and heiress of wealthy families?

Nope. Out of the question.

I looked outside, noticing the decrease of sounds. It looked like our guards were almost completely defeated, so if I decided to act, I must do it now.

I activated my circuits and hypnotized the whole classroom. "I will go to the toilet. You will not search for me. Stay in here and keep calm."

Exiting the classroom, I weaved a spell to hide myself from people's perception. People would not even be aware of me even when I stood in front of them.

I noticed that the school had entered panic state. The emergency broadcast told the children to stay in the classroom. The metal shutters, designed to block invaders, was in the process of closing down. I ran through it, exiting the school building, and found myself at the inner courtyard.

Running to one part of the courtyard, I thought about my motivation.

It was not because of righteous value. If possible, I didn't want to do anything. I wasn't afraid that they would kill me either.

Well, if I had to say, my reasons were principle and investment.

It was about principle. They attacked something related to me, so I had to retaliate. They attacked my followers, so I had to act. What kind of boss left the minion die without revenge?

It was about investment. You see, these brats might be useless now, but they would someday inherit the business and capital of their family. I would spend ten or more years building connection with them, and in the future I would use that connection. They can't die now! Not before I got my benefit from wasting my time with them.

I had turned this school into my own small kingdom, and reigned as its queen. You dumb villains want to attack it? There would be no mercy.

I arrived at my destination. A miniature garden, with a Greek styled half naked man statue at the center. I crouched at the base of the statue and traced a rune etched at the stone monument.

I had not expected that I would really use this. For a scenario where I need to fight in school, I had prepared several keystone scattered in the school. All of them were inactive, just passively absorbing mana from the leyline, like unconnected dots. All I need to do was to inject my prana to the center stone and connect them, and I will have a bounded field covering the whole primary school division. I had no access to the middle school and high school division, so the bounded field can't cover them.

There. That should do it. I did it in a hurry, but it seemed there was no problem. I was supposed to take my time constructing it, but I had no time. With this, I was now aware of every living thing inside the bounded field.

Next, I took out a roll of silver wire from my skirt pocket. "Storch Ritter."

Creating six bird familiars from the steel wire, I layered them with an invisibility spell and avoid perception spell. The familiars flew away, circulating around the sky above the school. They would act as my eyes, giving me intelligence from the air.

My preparation was complete. I had air superiority and also awareness of every living thing inside the school. Now I just need to Install a heroic spirit. Who will I use?

I know! Let's use Assassin. He was such a beast in the Holy Grail War. I bet he could make a short work of the villains.

Assassin Install!

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AN

1. The school setting was from Kenkyo Kenjitsu. Read it, it's good!

2. Readers, why do you like to read about little girl with overpowered ability and ambiguous moral (read: psychotic tendency)? Not that I can criticize since I am the one writing that type of stories. I just wondered about why so much people like it.

3. The theme of this story is antihero. But she will break the usual trope of the cool, brooding, edgy antihero (Sasuke). If you can't like her or relate to her, that's normal. That's the way her personality is.