savagekoji

by powershadow90

he don't care

Savagekouji
FlyDice

Published: 2023
Source: https/

Prolouge-Menace to Society

It's been a whole year since I've escaped from the white room. Well, I say escaped, but it's more like I completely obliterated the entire place. I won't get into specifics because author is dumb, but let's just say it's now called the red room. Anyways, that man is still alive and is probably crying his eyes out somewhere, but he should've known that I would enter my rebellious phase.

When I destroyed the white room, I made sure to take all of its resources as well, meaning I have billions of yen. Now I'm living the life, currently sunbathing on my private island. The sun wasn't too hot as it was only spring, but it was still warm enough to give the feeling of summer vacation.

"Matsuo, can you bring me another 2 tubs of ice cream? Mint flavor, of course." My trusty butler was also sunbathing next to me as I was very generous with those under me. In order to rule you have to gain favor and loyalty, which increases the work quality of your subordinates while making them more dependent on you, so they can't betray you. After all, how could I be the masterpiece if I can't even keep my tools in check?

"Yes my liege, I shall bring them right away," replied Matsuo. I ordered my butler to call me "my liege" because it reminded me of Beru from Solo Leveling, quite the read I must say. It was amusing how both Matsuo and Beru are oh so loyal, and how their masters can basically take over the world if they wanted to. Not to brag or anything, but I'm pretty sure there's nobody that can defeat me, unless other countries have colored rooms as well.

"I brought the ice cream, I hope you don't mind if I take some," said my greedy butler. How troublesome. While I don't mind letting him indulge in his own luxuries, he should learn how to control himself.

"If you want your own ice cream, then just go get more from the author, don't steal my ice cream," I replied in a commanding tone.

"Y-yes my liege, I'll just get more myself I suppose," stuttered Matsuo. "Damn, he's quite possessive of his ice cream, I would be dead if I tried to take away any of his luxuries."

"What was that Matsuo?"

"N-nothing, it was nothing my liege."

"Well, off you go." Matsuo bowed before jogging towards author-san, who was just chilling on the island in his own sun lounger.

"Hey, can I get a serving of chocolate ice cream?" requested Matsuo.

"That'll be 727 yen, 800 if you want a spoon," replied the generous, handsome, charming author.

"Stop scamming me, other people give out the spoon with the ice cream for free you know," reprimanded a baffled Matsuo.

"Well too bad I'm not other people, take it or leave it," said the attractive, personable, gorge-

"Ugh fine, here." Matsuo transferred the money into author's bank account, which surprisingly only has 5 digits. As I watched their interaction from afar, I noticed that I already finished my two tubs of ice cream.

"Welp, let's go for a swim," I said to no one in particular. I remember reading somewhere that if you swim right after you finish eating, some sharks will come to attack you, but that's probably just a silly myth. If they did attack me though, then they would be quite unlucky as they were facing against the masterpiece.

As I was taking off my clothes, I suddenly received an anonymous phone call. "I hope it's not that man," I muttered. I accepted, expecting some scam call from some Indian dude, but what I heard next was very, very interesting.

A/N

Well, that's the prologue.

Writing is hard man, my respect to Wattpad authors has increased tenfold.

Anyways, this was my first time writing something like this, so sorry if it's a bit underwhelming.

Hope you enjoyed, next chapter tmr probably.

Chapter 1-A New School

Advanced Nurturing High School. A leading prestigious school with state-of-the-art facilities where nearly 100% of students go on to university or find employment. The school entrance ceremony is starting today, and I'm currently in my limousine playing Chinese minecraft bedwars on my phone.

"We're almost there," Matsuo said, who's driving the car in a formal attire with sunglasses.

"Man, I'm really excited," I responded in a monotone voice. The phone call I got a few days ago was from the director of this school, who personally invited me to enrol in his supposedly prestigious school. Apparently he was acquaintances with that man, so he knows how capable I am. That's why I get to skip the entrance examinations and interview, it's just a waste of time and I need to take good care of my harem (ice cream-chan, freedom-chan, peaceful life-chan).

"See you three years later," my butler said. Another fun fact about this school is the fact that all contact with outsiders is forbidden, so I won't be able to see my poor butler until I graduate.

"I hope you can be responsible for yourself, Matsuo. That manmay try to find you and interrogate you, so be careful."

"You needn't worry about me, my liege. I hope you have fun in your next three years at this school." Yes, fun. That's why I enrolled. I want to see just how prestigious this school is and slowly destroy everyone.

Time skip

Man, that entrance ceremony was so boring, literally everyone was sleeping. I was playing 4D mental chess in my head with myself when I entered the classroom. I looked around for the seat that bore my nameplate and found it at the very back of the room next to the window. As expected of the chairman, assigning me the legendary protagonist seat. I sat down in my seat and observed my classmates.

Yeah, I think if I observe anymore I'm going to lose my precious brain cells. At least my seatmate seems to be reserved and not obnoxiously shouting all over the place. Seriously, how did these clowns get into this school?

"Yes, it does seem like our classmates are quite the troublemakers," my seatmate said. Apparently I said that last part out loud. Now that I look at her, she's quite the beauty, although not as good as anyone in my harem.

"It seems like you're the quiet type, Horikita. I wonder if you're just bad at socialising or maybe that book is more interesting than your classmates," I replied.

"How do you know my name? Also mind your own business, why should you care about who I talk to?" Horikita snapped.

"Well I simply read the nameplate attached to your table, also why so snappy? Is it perhaps that time of the month?"

She glared at me, but I didn't respond in any way. Then she brought out a compass and tried to stab me. I caught it in my hand and crushed it into dust like the badass protagonist I am.

"You shouldn't wave that thing around carelessly you know, someone might get hurt," I reprimanded her.

"Wha- how? What the flying fuck? Are you even human?" she said in disbelief. Looks like I discombobulated her real good.

"I play piano so my forearms are pretty strong, and I also went through special training in breaking compasses," I deadpanned. Believe it or not, that was an actual curriculum in the white room. I never knew the purpose of it until now.

She recomposed herself and went back to reading her book, although I can tell she's mourning over the death of her compass. Did I just see a tear? Should I be scared the book she's reading is "Crime and Punishment"? I hope I didn't just antagonise my seatmate on the first day.

The first bell rang and a woman entered the classroom with a serious expression. Because of her um, wealthy body proportions, a lot of my classmates were ogling her body. Surprisingly there were some girls who were checking her out as well.

"Ahem. Good morning to you, students. I'm the instructor for Class D. My name is Chabashira Sae. I usually teach Japanese history. However, at this school, we do not change classrooms for each grade. For the next three years, I will be acting as your homeroom teacher, so I hope to get to know all of you. It's a pleasure to meet you. The entrance ceremony will be in the gymnasium one hour from now, but first, I will distribute written materials with information about this school's special rules. I will also hand out the admissions guide." A/N I never understood this, why do they have two entrance ceremonies? Or is my reading comprehension just terrible?

The students in the front passed back the documents, which I've already read after I've been accepted.

Chabashira sensei then went on to explain about the school campus and the S system, which in my opinion gives way too little money. With only 100000 yen this month and who knows how much money the following months I would have to plan out my ice cream allowance. However, it looks like my classmates thought differently.

The classroom erupted and my classmates were talking about how to spend their monthly allowance of 100000 yen. Monthly? Did they not listen to the explanation properly? Well it's not really my problem as the explanation said that it evaluates its students' talent and merit, so as long as I behave my monthly income shouldn't decrease right?

As I was about to leave, a student suddenly raised his hand. "Everyone, can you please listen to me for a moment?" He seems like an honors student, and with his pretty face I can tell he's probably going to be the popular kid.

"Starting today, we're all going to be classmates. Therefore, I think it'd be good for us to introduce ourselves and become friends as soon as possible. We still have some time until the entrance ceremony. What do you say?"

This was good opportunity for me to find out more about my classmates. The more information I can obtain about people, the easier it will be to manipulate them. With this I can determine who's competent, who's smart, who's strong, and a glimpse of their personality. Although I wonder if I should present myself as someone ordinary or take over the class from the start. While manipulating from the shadows can be easier, it's not nearly as fun as ruling over my classmates.

"My name's Hirata Yousuke. Back in junior high, lots of people called me Yousuke. Feel free to use my first name! I guess my hobby is sports in general, but I especially like soccer. I'm planning on playing soccer here, too. Nice to meet you!" Seems like my prediction was correct. He's indeed the popular kid, and the girls seated near him had hearts in their eyes. Like damn bitch, you thirsty huh.

"Well then, I'd like everyone to introduce themselves, starting from the front. Is that okay?"

Although the girl at the head of the class looked a little bewildered, she quickly made up her mind and stood. Or rather, she'd been pressured, in response to Hirata's words.

"M-my name is...Inogashira Ko-Ko..."

So that's the cliche stuttering girl in every class ever. I sure hope she's the only one that's like this, as these types of people are quite boring and tiring to deal with. My classmates sent out words of encouragement to her, and she regained her composure.

"My name is Inogashira...Kokoro. Um, my hobby is sewing. I'm pretty good at knitting. I-It's nice to meet you all."

Other introductions soon followed hers.

"I'm Yamauchi Haruki. I competed in table tennis during elementary school, and in junior high I was the ace player on our baseball team. I was number four. I got hurt during the inter-high school championships, though, and I'm undergoing rehab now. Nice to meet you."

So that's the cliche class clown huh? Is everyone in this class just a cliche? I'm the cliche overpowered protagonist as well.

"Well then, I'm next, aren't I?" Damn bitch, how high is your voice? My eardrums are going to burst if you talk anymore.

"My name is Kushida Kikyou. None of my friends from junior high made it to this school, so I'm alone here. I'd like to get to know all of your names and faces right away and become friends as soon as possible!" Seems like she's basically the female version of Hirata, as the boys next to her had hearts in their eyes as well. Lots of thirsty mfs in this class it seems.

"My first goal is to become friends with everyone. So, after we're finished with introductions, I'd love for you to share your contact information with me!So, after school or during vacations, I want to make all sorts of memories with lots of people. Please feel free to invite me to lots and lots of events! Anyway, I've talked for a long time, so I'll end my introduction here."

I think my ears are bleeding now, she should probably be hotter if her voice was lower.

"Well then, next up is..."

As Hirata looked encouragingly toward the next student, that student glared back. His hair was dyed a fiery red. He both looked and sounded like a delinquent.

"What, are we a bunch of little kids or something? I don't need to introduce myself. People who want to do that can go ahead. Just leave me out of it."

The red-haired guy scowled at Hirata. He had quite a presence, his attitude intense and overpowering.

"I can't force you to introduce yourself, of course. However, I don't think that getting along with your classmates is a bad thing. If I've made you uncomfortable, I apologize."

When Hirata bowed his head, some of the girls glared at the guy with red hair.

"Isn't it fine to introduce yourself?" one of them snapped.

"Yeah, yeah!"

As I'd expected, the pretty-boy soccer star had captured most of the girls' hearts in the blink of an eye. However, half of the male students started to look angry, probably out of jealousy.

"Shut it. I don't care. I didn't come here to make friends." The guy with red hair got up from his seat. It seemed he had no intention of getting to know anyone. Well this was troublesome, I planned to introduce myself with everyone present in the class, so it looks like I will have to take drastic measures.

"Hold it!" I said in a voice that resembled that guy from Ace Attorney.

"Ugh, shut up, I'm leaving no matter what you guys say," grumbled red hair-kun. Looks like just words weren't going to work. In order to make him stay, I would need to resort to other measures. There were many options like bribery, intimidation, threats, but I decided to use a mix of all three.

"I advise you to stay in the classroom, red hair-kun. If you do, you'll be rewarded. If you don't, I'll have to resort to forceful measures," I said in a cold, commanding tone.

He flinched under my gaze, but like I said, just words weren't going to work on this hot headed delinquent.

"Heh, I'd like to see you try," red hair-kun responded. I teleported behind him and whispered, "Nothing personal kid,"and restrained both of his arms behind him. The rest of my classmates had different reactions. Some were shocked, some were amused, while some were horny? Looks like my classmates were real thirsty.

"Ugh, l-let go of me," red hair-kun pleaded in a strained voice. Oops, looks like I was pulling him too hard. I let him go and dropped him back into his seat.

"Good, it's not often that I have to resort to violence," I said to the classroom. Currently my aura was very heavy and stifling, which conveniently made my classmates unable to speak. Good for you author, you don't have to write a bunch of useless dialogue.

I strutted to the front of the classroom and slammed my hands onto the podium, gathering all of their attention.

"My name is Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. If you want to go through the next three school years in peace, I advise you to not go against me. Otherwise, I will personally punish you."

"Who are you to order us around!" exclaimed bitch #1.

"Yeah yeah, why the hell should we listen to you!" followed bitch #2

I glared at them, and suddenly they turned meek and stopped talking. So called "elites" of the country huh.

"If you buffoonsactually listened to sensei's explanation, it's implied that we won't be receiving a monthly allowance of 100000 yen. If you used some common sense, it's way too much for a government to give out this much to mere high school students, and in the lecture sensei mentioned that we had a starting allowance for passing the entrance examinations. Key word: starting allowance. That means that depending on your behavior, our monthly allowance may fluctuate greatly.

That concludes my self introduction. Just know that if I or the CCTV cameras in the room catch you slacking, your time here will not be pretty." You may ask how I know all this stuff? Well the answer is plot convenie-I mean, by paying attention to details and picking up hints from sensei and the documents we received.

I went outside the classroom and sighed. That was quite tiring, but it was quite necessary to establish my position in the class. Although I don't know what this school will throw at us in the future, it's good to take safety precautions and prepare contingencies for the worst case scenario. After all, I really don't want to just live in a cesspool for the next three years, and it's easier to control my classmates this way. I took out my air pods that I sneaked into this school and put on some relaxing music.

https/youtu.be/nCJRbVhKQy4

Time skip

After the entrance ceremony, I decided to swing by the convenience on my way back to the dorms. Although I probably can't trust my classmates to keep their private points, I can't survive without my ice cream-chan. I decided to only buy two cones of ice cream for today, and I swiped my student ID card through the machine by the register. It showed that it deducted 526 yen, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed some free items in the corner of the convenience store.

I peeked inside and saw some daily necessities, and the clearance bin containing these items was marked with the proviso "three items per month." I looked at the CCTV camera pointing towards this bin and sighed. Must be tiring to be the guy keeping track of how many items each student took. I grabbed a toothbrush, some toothpaste, and some bandages from the bin.

I went back to the register and paid for a plastic bag that costed 10 yen, and I stuffed the items into my bag. The ice cream was melting, so I finished both of them swiftly. I heard a commotion by the register and saw that my classmate was involved, but I didn't really give a shit so I went back to my dorms.

On the way back, I saw a clow-I mean, upperclassman who tripped and hurt his ankle. This was a prime opportunity to earn some money.

"Senpai, are you okay?" I said in the best concerned voice I could muster.

"Yeah I'm fine, somehow cut my ankle but I'm fine. I would appreciate it if you could help me to the nurse though, it hurts real bad," said the clown.

"I don't know senpai, I'm pretty busy and I have important matters to attend to," I lied as easily as I breathed. "However, I do have some bandages, but you will have to buy them from me for 995 yen ($6.9) sir."

"Aren't you a rude kouhai, trying to scam me on your first day of school huh."

"Your choice senpai, that does look really painful and it could get worse if you don't stop the bleeding." I don't know how but the cut on his ankle was really bad. Good thing it's not my ankle.

"Ugh, fine, here," he transferred the money and my balance now showed 100459. I took out the free bandages out of my plastic bag and handed it to my senpai. Then I proceeded on my merry way back to the dorms.

Today went quite smoothly. I guess plot convenience really does exist.

A/N

2815 words

That was pretty fun to write, although I did cringe a lot while writing his speech. I'm not sure if this kiyo is savage enough though, maybe I should make him a bit more mean? I know that this chapter is full of bullshit, but I have the first fan fiction card so you can't blame me. School is starting soon so I probably won't update daily, but I'll definitely do it weekly. Definitely. If I don't, then I'm probably dealing with school work.

Hope you enjoyed! I'll see you next chapter.

Chapter 2-Roasting Session

Wakey wakey, wakey wakey, it's time for school. Come on! Wake up it's time for school come on man!

Wakey wakey, wakey-

I turned off the alarm on my phone. Honestly it was getting pretty repetitive, I need something more exciting and fresh. Something that perfectly encapsulates my school life. Ah, I found the perfect alarm.

https/youtu.be/MSGJ2tEKXXk

I got out of bed and put on some clothes. I also tidied up my bed and folded my blanket like a good boy. I checked my phone for news and found out that Queen Elizabeth II has passed away. Truly tragic. Makes world domination easi-

After finishing my morning routine, I strolled through the school campus on the way to school. Since it was spring, the cherry blossoms were blooming full time and I took in the scenery. The flowers' sweet scent carried over, making me relaxed and hopeful for the day ahead. (A/N: I'm not good at writing scenery as I don't go outside)

Time Skip

It was wrong to feel hopeful. On the second day of school, classes started and we went over the course objectives. Everyone in the class looked bored out of their minds except a couple honor students. Sudou was straight up sleeping and drooling all over the table. It reminds me of the sight of a rabid dog.

I sighed inside. It seems like I'll have to disciplinethem later on.

I observed my classmates and took note of who was paying attention and who were not. Since I left before everyone finished their self-introductions yesterday, I lacked information about my classmates. I already memorized all their names on the first day from their nameplates though, so I can link these names to their faces and personality. I'm basically creating a mental Pokedex of my classmates.

I noticed my blonde classmate named Kouenji is just casually filing his nails with his feet on the table, seemingly not aware that he was in a class. I can't tell if he's autistic or if he just doesn't give a shit about anything.

Lunch break came around and before anyone could leave, I stood up and started my grand speech.

"Alright Class D, I've been watching your behavior today, and I have to say I'm very disappointed. It's like none of what I said yesterday stuck in your puny heads."

"What are you, our mom? Nobody cares what you think!"

"Shinohara Satsuki, that's not very convincing coming from you. Not only are you mentally challenged, you're also socially challenged and physically challenged. I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to make a special education class just for you."

"It's not like you're any better, I bet you put others down just to make yourself feel better!"

"That's quite ironic coming from you, Karuizawa Kei. The provisional leader of the girls, Hirata's number 1 simp. It's honestly laughable how hypocritical you are, latching onto the most popular boy and kicking those below you in order to establish your position in the social hierarchy."

Karuizawa had an amusing expression on her face, a mix of confusion, shock, and fear.

"Ayanokouji-kun, that's not very nice. Why do you have to be so mean to our classmates? Why..." His voice was hoarse and he had a bleak expression. His usual open-minded self was nowhere to be seen.

"Hirata, I'm just giving constructive criticism to our classmates. Honestly, I'm clearly leading the class better than you, don't you think? You're just turning a blind eye to the misfits of this class, giving up easily when trying to control everyone's behavior. If you want the best for this class then don't question me."

Hirata didn't respond and just looked down, a despondent expression on his face.

"Ayanokouji-kun, I don't think it matters that much though. I mean, if the teachers aren't punishing us for misconduct in class, then it's probably not that bad right?"

Many other classmates nodded their heads in agreement.

"Kushida, this is the advanced nurturing high school. Do you really think that any of us are going to become future leaders at this pace? I'm sure this school expects you to have basic social etiquette just like any other school. Do you really think that just because the school doesn't punish us right now, they won't do it later?

I mentioned before that a monthly allowance of 100000 yen for a high school student is way too much, even for the government. That's why I believe that if they were giving out our monthly allowance based on out merit, then misbehaving in class is obviously a demerit. "

It seems like my classmates finally understand. God it's so tiring to explain everything to them. It feels like I'm lecturing a bunch of grade-schoolers. Elite school my ass.

"Kushida-Chan is right, we can behave however we want! You're just making bullshit excuses to seem smart, aren't you?" Yamauchi spluttered. I could see a lot of my classmates facepalming at his bullshit. Even Ike seems unnerved by the amount of simp energy this man has.

"Bwahaha stop sullying this class with your words, your presence is somehow degrading the perfect existence, which is me of course," Koenji haughtily laughed. Unexpectedly, I got support from the man himself.

"It's okay Yamauchi-kun, I don't think what Ayanokouji-kun saying is wrong," Kushida said. I can tell that she didn't mean it though, as her expression contained the tiniest traces of disgust.

"While I can't control your behavior outside of class, I can certainly do it in your free time. Either pay attention in class or lose all your points. I trust that you can make the correct choice," I proposed. I really didn't though.

It seems like most of the students understand what I'm trying to say. Good. I'm sure the smarter students can explain to our classmates to not be a piece of shit in class.

"Now, since this is only the first day of classes, I'll forgive your behavior for today." I looked at Sudou when I said this to find a relieved expression. "However, if I catch any of you slacking, then prepare to face retribution. That's all. Dismissed."

I feel like a mini dictator in this class, which is quite fun. I could see that a lot of my precious classmates aren't satisfied with my behavior, but they know that they can't do anything about it. (A/N: Here Kushida doesn't ask Ayanokouji for Horikita's contact information because she never saw them interacting)

That took up around half the time of lunch break, but the remaining time was still enough for us to finish lunch. I didn't feel like ordering food from the cafeteria so I went to the convenience store to buy some sushi.

Honestly, have I ever said just how convenient the convenience store is? They have everything I need for such a cheap price; I honestly don't get why people go to Keyaki mall when they can go here.

I returned to the class, sushi in hand, when music started playing through the speakers.

"At five PM Japan Standard Time today, we will be holding a student club fair in Gymnasium No. 1. Students interested in joining a club, please gather in Gymnasium No. 1. I repeat, at—"

A girl with a sweet voice continued the announcement. Clubs huh? That sounds fun. I have nothing to do after school anyways, so this is a good way to kill time.

A/N

Bit of a shorter chapter today, so to make up for it I'll make sure tmr's chapter is a banger.

Anyways, this fanfic was way more popular than I expected it to be, in only 2 days! Thank you so much for reading all this shit and commenting and voting

I do wonder though, how did you find this book? Is the Wattpadalgorithm just better than youtube and twitch? I'm a newbie to all of this so please let me know!

As always, hope you enjoyed and see you next time.

Chapter 3-Judo Club

A/N: I don't know much about judo nor about fighting so I'll just throw in judo terms and hope for the best lol.

4:59 P.M. Gymnasium

After class ended for the day, I headed to the gymnasium alone. That reminds me that I don't have any too-I mean, friends to hang out with, but no need to hurry as school just started.

Nearly all of the students assembled there were freshmen. There were about a hundred people waiting around. I stood near the back of the room and waited for the fair to begin. While waiting, I glanced over the pamphlet that students received upon entering the gymnasium. The pamphlet contained detailed information about club activities.

"My, what an unpleasant coincidence," said the person beside me. Just from the voice I can tell that it's Horikita. Seems like I haven't bullied her enough.

"Shut up, or do you want me to destroy your other compass as well?" I responded.

Once again, I have discombobulated her and she wore a nonplussed expression on her face. Ignoring her, I returned to the pamphlet.

The clubs on the pamphlet were very detailed and all of them looked very fancy. It had a wide range of clubs from tea ceremony to baseball. I'd expect nothing less from a top-tier institution.

"Thank you all for waiting, first-year students. We will now begin the club fair. A representative from each club will explain their function. My name is Tachibana, the student council secretary and the club fair's organizer. It's nice to meet you all."

Tachibana's hair was tied in two buns and was purple? Who the fuck has purple hair? Does every student in this school just have some weird quirky hair color? What's next, someone with strawberry blonde hair comes up? (A/N: Ha, I bet you thought Ichinose would appear right now, but author tricked you.)

After Tachibana delivered the opening remarks, representatives of each club lined up on the stage.It was quite a diverse crowd. The club representatives included everything from burly athletes in judo uniforms to students dressed in beautiful kimonos. Wait, there's judo? Looks like I'm in luck.

"Hey, if you want to get a fresh start, why not try joining an athletic club? The judo club looks good, doesn't it? That upperclassman looks kind, and I'm sure he'd encourage you," offered Horikita. Damn, she knows me well doesn't she.

"Yeah sure why not, wanna join with me?" I earnestly asked her.

"That was supposed to be sarcastic but whatever," Horikita huffed. Apparently I misunderstood her intentions.

A girl dressed in archery gear stepped onto the stage. "Hello, my name is Hashigaki, the captain of the archery club. Many students may be under the impression that archery is an old-fashioned, simple activity, but it is actually a fun and rewarding sport. We welcome beginners with open arms. If you're interested, please consider joining."

"What is this, Kaguya-sama: Love is War? We have guns these days, what's the point of archery?" exclaimed some weeb in the crowd. Although you certainly don't have to join a club for practical reasons, you could always do it for fun or as a hobby. As I saw it he just wanted to make a Love is War reference for no apparent reason at all other than add to the total word cou-

"Please do not interrupt Hashigaki-san's speech, it's very rude," Tachibana reprimanded calmly.

As the seniors continued introducing their respective clubs one after the other, I saw Horikita suddenly tense. She looked at the stage, her face pale. She looks like she just lost her entire compass collection. When she has this expression all her brain cells seemingly disappear, so I didn't bother to bother her.

As the upperclassmen finished their introductions, they walked off the stage and headed toward an area where some plain tables had been set up. Probably a reception area designed to accept new members. Eventually, everyone walked off until only one person remained. Everyone focused their attention upon him, and I realized that Horikita had been staring at that specific person this whole time.

He appeared to be about 170 centimeters in height, so he wasn't very tall. He was slender, with sleek black hair. He wore sharp glasses and had a piercing, calculating gaze. Standing in front of the microphone, he calmly looked around at the first-year students. When his gaze landed on Horikita, he looked slightly surprised but maintained his composure.

However, he just stood there and didn't talk at all.

"Do your best!"

"Did you forget to bring your notecards?"

"I came."

The first-year students hurled comments at him. That last comment was slightly concerning. However, the upperclassman stood on the stage calmly, without trembling. The laughter and comments didn't seem to faze him. When the laughter had reached a crescendo, it suddenly died. He wore an apathetic expression.

"What's with this guy?" remarked an astonished student. The gymnasium buzzed with people talking, yet the boy on the stage still did not move. He simply stood there, quiet and motionless, staring fixedly at the crowd. Horikita stared back at the student with an intense gaze, not breaking her line of sight even for a second.

The relaxed atmosphere gradually changed, and things took an unexpected turn. It was as if some chemical reaction had taken place. An unbelievably tense, quiet mood gripped the entire gymnasium. Even though no orders had been given, the silence was so terrible that it seemed to have gagged everyone. Not a single student looked able to open his or her mouth. The silence continued for about thirty seconds or so...

Then, the student started his speech, slowly scanning the crowd.

"I'm the student council president. My name is Horikita Manabu," he said.

Horikita? I guess this guy is probably Horikita's older brother. Maybe Horikita has a brother complex? I thought that shit only existed in anime.

"The student council is looking to recruit potential candidates among the first-year students to replace the graduating third years. Although no special qualifications are required for candidacy, we humbly ask that those considering application not be involved in other club activities. We generally do not accept students involved elsewhere."

He spoke in a soft tone, but the tension around us was so thick it felt like you could cut it with a knife. He had managed to silence over a hundred new students in that spacious gymnasium. Of course, it wasn't his position as student council president that granted him this deference. That was simply Horikita Manabu's power. His presence dominated everyone around him.

"Furthermore, we in the student council do not wish to appoint anyone who possesses a naive outlook. Not only would such a person not be elected, he or she would sully the sanctity of this school. It is the student council's right and duty to enforce and amend the rules, but the school expects more than that. We gladly welcome those of you who understand this."

He didn't pause even once during his eloquent speech. Immediately after finishing, he hopped off the stage and left the gymnasium. None of the first-year students could utter a single word as we watched him go. We didn't know what would've happened if we'd tried to talk. Everyone in the room shared the same thought, apparently.

"Thank you all for coming. The club fair has ended. We will now open the reception area to anyone interested in signing up. Also, registration will be open until the end of April, so if any student wishes to join at a later date, we ask that you please bring the application form directly to the club you wish to join."

Thanks to the laid-back organizer, the tension in the air dissipated. Afterwards, the third-year students who'd introduced their respective clubs started taking application.

I left the paralyzed Horikita and went to the reception area, as I couldn't care less about her mental state. If she breaks down because of her brother or broken compass, then honestly there's no hope for her.

"Hi, I'd like to sign up for the judo club," I said to the upperclassman. He looked kind of like a gorilla, but I kept those thoughts to myself.

"Sure! Here's the paper and pen. Have you ever practiced judo before, or are you a complete beginner?" inquired the upperclassman.

"Yes I have, I like to think that I'm quite good at judo," I responded.

"What color is your belt?"

"White." Technically I wasn't lying, everything I wore in the white room was white. I also didn't understand why he asked for the color of my belt instead of my rank. After all, there were many different systems so belt color doesn't really say much.

The upperclassman gave a nod of approval. "My name is Musashi Goda, but everyone just calls me Harambe."

A/N: Yeah it's the chad from Mob Psycho 100

"Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. Nice to meet you too." While I was confused why his nickname seemed to have nothing to do with his actual name, another student came up behind me. Seems like another student wanted to join the judo club as well.

"My name is Satou Kazuma! I'd like to join the judo club please!"

"I see. Do you have any experience in judo?" asked Harambe.

"Nope. In fact I'm quite unfit. However I do wanna learn how to dropkick someone, so that's why I came here. As an advocate for true gender equality, it's an important skill to learn."

I couldn't make the connection between dropkicking someone and gender equality, but I guess everyone thinks differently.

"Sadly dropkicks don't exist in judo; it would be something you would learn in karate," Harambe replied.

"Aww, but there's no karate club here! Do you teach anything interesting at all?"

"Judo is a martial art that doesn't include striking; it's full-on grappling. So while you can't punch or kick anyone, you can throw your opponent onto the floor. I'd say it's pretty useful even if you don't have the best body, so I recommend that you join anyways," Harambe explained.

"I see, I see. I guess I'll join then," Satou said in a resigned tone.

"Great! I guess we have two new members this year!My name is Musashi Goda, but everyone just calls me Harambe. I look forward to working with you!" Harambe said in a very energetic tone.

"Likewise," I said.

However, Satou didn't respond and just laughed hysterically when he heard Harambe. Is this some gimmick I'm too uncultured to understand? Harambe just raised an eyebrow at him.

"Clubs start tomorrow, so I'll see both of you there when the time comes."

Both of us exchanged a few more pleasantries with Harambe and we left for the dorms together.

"Hey, what's your name? I never managed to catch it," Satou asked. "Also you can call me Kazuma, I prefer it that way."

"Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. Nice to meet you Kazuma. I guess you can call me Kiyotaka as well." He seemed like a good person and was also easy to talk to, but I can sense that he's one of those comedy relief characters that every show has. At first I thought it would be Yamauchi but he's too dumb to make an actual joke. He's also too annoying to be a joke.

"So Kiyotaka, which class are you in?"

"Class D."

"Class D? More like Class Deez nuts ha!" Looking at my expressionless face Kazuma quickly apologized. "I'm sorry that was a bad joke wasn't it?"

"No, it's fine. I just have trouble expressing myself," I told him. "Which class are you in Kazuma?"

"Ugh, I'm in Class C. There's this Ryueen guy in our class who took over the class on the first day. Honestly he's like a tyrant, and I guess another reason I joined the judo club was because of his violent behavior."

Kazuma continued to rant about Ryueen's antics, which was honestly pretty similar to mines.

"However, I can tell he cares about gender equality as well, so I don't have too much of a problem with him. As long he leaves me alone that's all that really matters." It seems like I've found another like-minded individual who simps for peaceful life-chan.

"Well I can't really say I disagree with this Ryueen guy. Although he uses slightly forceful methods, it sounds like your class is full of wimps so he's probably the best candidate for the leader of your class."

I gave him my thoughts on the matter, and I was interested to see what he would do with the information.

"Leader of the class? You mean like class representative? I mean I guess my classmates are wimps, but I don't really see the purpose of it. Seems to me he's just a dickhead for fun," Kazuma replied.

I see, so his attitude is a mix of Koenji's and mine. Doing things just for fun and not giving a shit about what else happens. I do wonder if he's just violent or if he has figured out some of the S System like I did.

Eventually we reached the dorms together, and Kazuma's room was 402, right next to mines.

"Looks like we're neighbours," remarked Kazuma.

"Indeed, such is the power of plot convenience," I responded.

We both went into our separate rooms and checked in for the night a couple hours later.

Time Skip

The second day of classes wasn't much better than the first one. Idiots like Yamauchi and Miyamoto were somehow late to every class. I'm not sure whether to commend them for having the balls to go against me, but they're probably nonexistent anyways.

After insulting their entire existence in front of the class, I went to the judo club room and arrived 5 minutes early. Kazuma soon arrived after me.

"Yo Kiyotaka, are ya excited? I wonder just how good at judo you are. You do seem quite fit," Kazuma said while appraising my body.

"Hmm, I do exercise quite often I suppose," I gave a vague response.

Another person soon entered and I recognized him as the senpai I met on the first day of school.

"Oh, it's you, you're the one who sold me bandages on the first day of school right?" It seems like his ankle has mostly healed after the two days at school. "My name is John Lee. It's a pleasure to meet you again."

John Lee? I guess he's Chinese.

"Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. I'm surprised you're not mad at me for selling you bandages at such a high price."

"I think it's alright, you just made the best out of the situation and I was able to heal my ankle because of that. So I think I should thank you instead."

I couldn't tell if this John guy was rich or just stupidly naive, but he seems like a nice guy as well. Who knows, maybe I can be friends with everyone in the judo club. While my original plan was to throw people on the ground for an hour straight every day just for fun, maybe I found some actual decent people in this school.

Harambe entered one minute before clubs started and greeted us. "Yo, John, Ayanokouji, Satou, looks like you're all here, let's get started then!"

"Wait there's only four people in this club? Without us first years you would've had to disband the club!" exclaimed Kazuma.

"That's right, a lot of the club members graduated this year leaving all the clubs desperate for more freshmen. It's totally not lazy writing on the author's part," Harambe replied. It seems like everyone in this club can somehow break the fourth wall.

Harambe and John started teaching Kazuma the basics of judo, since he was the only beginner here. We spent 30 minutes training how to fall on the ground properly. I haven't practiced this in quite a while so this was a nice refresher. This technique is useful in fights as it allows you to fall without getting hurt, so you can quickly get back up and run or fight back. Of course, since nobody can make me fall anyways, this wasn't too useful for me.

When I joined this club I thought I would have to beat up a bunch of people in the club tournament style, but instead it was just the three of us teaching Kazuma. The other two were surprised at how good of a teacher I was, but they weren't too bad themselves.

Finally, just before club ended Kazuma managed to lift the heavy Harambe and balance him on his back, before throwing him down onto the mat.

"Phew, man I'm beat," Kazuma moaned. He was sweating all over and looked like he could pass out any moment.

"Great job my comrades! Tomorrow we'll engage in duels, so rest up!" Harambe directed that last statement towards Kazuma. I wondered where all his enthusiasm comes from. All in all, it was fun to talk with these guys. I guess this is what youth is all about, huh?

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So not much Savagekouji in this chapter. I decided to make everyone in the judo club nice and friendly because there's already 39 people for Kiyo to roast in his class XD. It serves as a nice breather from all the stupidity and insults that constantly harasses him every day.

I decided to include some characters from other animes as well, hope you don't mind. I did this because it would be easier to remember their names and I don't have to go through the trouble of creating original characters.

As always, hope you enjoyed, and see you next chapter!

Chapter 4-Flexing

"Good morning, Yamauchi!"

"Good morning, Ike!"

It's been one week since the entrance ceremony, and the two of my classmates were really hyperactive today. Actually, it's the first time I've seen them arrive early.

"Dude, I was so excited for today that I barely slept last night! I think I was hard throughout the entire night," Yamauchi barked.

"Tch, amateur. I'm in post nut clarity so I don't embarrass myself in swimming class, but I'm still very excited for swimming! And when I say swimming, I mean girls. And when I say girls, I mean girls in school swimsuits!" Ike exclaimed.

It was true that the swimming classes were co-ed. In other words, that meant that the girls in our class will naturally be showing off their plentiful assets. The girls backed away from Ike and Yamauchi's rabid excitement.

"Ike, I don't think post nut clarity matters much for you if people can't see it anyways," I deadpanned.

Yamauchi and some other guys laughed hysterically while Ike just glared at me. It was true though.

"Heh, there's no way I'm smaller than you Ayanokouji! Just watch I'll destroy you in swimming class!" Ike boldly announced.

I just stared at him in amusement. He quickly got unnerved and turned to a chubby boy.

"Hey Professor! Come here for a sec."

"You called?"

This professor kid was actually called Sotomura, and if I remembered correctly, he was quite adept with technology. He also seems like the dude who watches way too much anime.

"Professor, can you record the girls wearing their swimsuits for us?" Ike asked.

It seems like Ike has reached levels of degeneracy that mankind has never seen before. Of course, I'm sure with Professor's high level of rational thinking he can easily reject his proposal.

"Leave it to me. I'll pretend to be sick so that I can skip class and observe."

Sigh. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

"You do know that you're speaking loud enough for the entire class can hear you right? " I pointed out to them. The girls were looking at them like they were less than dirt.

"Oh um, well shit," replied Ike. "I'm sure they won't mind though, right?"

If I could, I would laugh at him. He just dug his own grave.

"What do you mean we won't mind! You're literally trying to record us!" Shinohara yelled.

"Disgusting," muttered Horikita.

The entire class erupted in chaos. Well, I say entire class but really it was just the girls berating mostly Ike. I could see him break down as his entire plan fell into ruins. Sotomura just looked down with regret and Yamauchi slipped away to who knows where.

"Alright girls calm down, I'm sure Ike and and Sotomura here are just joking. There's no way they'd actually do that in class. Right guys?" Hirata, ever the mediator, tried to calm things.

"If Hirata-kun says so."

"Right," Ike conceded. Looked like the peer pressure was too much for him.

After Lunch Break

"All right! Time for the pool!"

We went together to the locker rooms and started to change. Most of the boys were pretty unfit if I must say, but some of us like Sudou are well built. Others that had any muscle at all included Hirata, Koenji, and Miyake.

"Wow you're pretty fit Ayanokouji. I know you pinned Sudou down on the first day of school, but that's a lot of muscle," Miyake observed.

"You're not bad yourself Miyake."

As us chads finished praising each other, we left the locker room and saw the fifty-meter pool. It was even bigger than the pool on my private island. I hope Matsuo is taking good care of it.

"Whoa, this school is something else! It's even better than the city pool, don't you think?" Ike exclaimed in awe.

"Yeah but, where are all the girls?" It seems like because Yamauchi wasn't specifically addressed by Hirata and the girls, he thought he got a free pass.

"Well, aren't you horny? You know if you keep acting like that the girls will hate you." That's ironic coming from you Ike.

"Well come on, girls in swimsuits! Even if you're in post nut clarity you gotta be somewhat excited right?" Yamauchi queried.

Having enough of this clown-to-clown communication, I left them and went to the side of the pool. Miyake followed me soon after.

"I wonder how those people even got accepted into this school," Miyake sighed. "They're way too desperate."

"The school or them?" I asked.

"Both. I guess they had to accept them just so they could meet that 160-student mark."

"Hmm, but don't you think that since this school is so prestigious a lot of people would be applying? Maybe they got in to act as cannon fodder or something."

"Cannon fodder? What, is there going to be some exam where we have to vote for some student to be expelled and to make the choice easier for us the school put them in?"

"Well, you never know." For some reason I felt a disturbance in the force.

"Wow! It's so spacious! It's so much bigger than the pool at my junior high school."

A few minutes after we finished changing the girls came out as well. However, I noticed that only about two thirds of them actually showed up. The rest of the girls appeared on the observation deck on the second floor. If not for Hirata most of them would probably be sitting out.

While Ike and Sotomura were sulking around, Kushida appeared out of nowhere. I focused on protecting my eardrums so they don't bleed again.

Ike brightened up upon seeing her, while Sotomura just averted his gaze. I could see Yamauchi spying on her from further away.

"Hello guys! You two seem depressed, what's wrong?" Kushida asked with a concerned voice.

"You need worry not, Kushida-dono, for thou hast repented and is ready to start anew." Sotomura looked pumped up and ready to work out. I guess he got some early character development.

"Well, good luck, I guess. I'm going to hang out with friends over there. Bye!" Kushida cheerfully waved us goodbye.

"Seems like Sotomura is a changed man," remarked Miyake.

"I'm glad not every boy in our class is a complete pervert." Looks like my seatmate has arrived.

"Although every boy in the class is quite incompetent." I mean looks like the bitch queen has arrived.

"Ayanokouji-kun did you just think of something rude?" Okay fuck off with this woman's intuition thing author, I literally have a poker face that's my fucking character how can they know what I'm thinking. I'll break the fourth wall and choke you if I have to.

"Nothing, just that you sound quite hypocritical," I responded.

"Hmph." I thought she would walk away but she ended up checking me out all over.

"What's up Horikita, I didn't know you were such a pervert."

"No, just wondering where you got those muscles from."

"What, you have a muscle fetish or something?"

"Ugh, you're so tiring to talk to." I wanted to annoy her a bit more but she walked away :(

"You're quite assertive Ayanokouji, but I can't say I dislike it," Miyake commented.

"Well, it is the most effective way to deal with out classmates." He nodded in agreement.

"All right, everyone, line up!"

A macho-looking middle-aged man, the kind of guy who apparently devoted himself to sports, gathered everyone together and started the class. He looked like a PE teacher, but also seemed like the kind of guy who was attractive to men and women alike.

"There are thirty of you, huh? That's good enough I guess."

Clearly, some of the students in that count had ditched class, but it didn't appear to frustrate him.

"After you warm up, I want to see what you can really do. Swim for me," the coach said.

"Excuse me, sir. I can't really swim, though..."

A lone boy sheepishly raised his hand and spoke up.

"Honestly that's kinda sad, but since you have me as your teacher, you'll be swimming by summertime. Don't worry about a thing."

"Well, we don't really need to force ourselves to swim, do we? It's not like we're going to the beach or anything."

"No way. I don't mind at all if you're bad at swimming now, but I'll make sure you guys are winners in the end. Besides, being able to swim will definitely come in handy later in life. Definitely."

I couldn't tell if he was just encouraging us or if there was a hidden meaning, but it didn't really matter either way. For now, it's time to destroy some egos.

Everyone started their warm-up exercises. Ike and Yamauchi kept peeking at the girls (mostly Kushida). The teacher asked us to swim for about fifty meters. Students who could not swim were allowed to touch the bottom of the pool with their feet.

Ah, I missed this feeling. If only I had a floating water lounge chair premium with some ice cream, it would be perfect. The water must have been temperature-controlled, because I didn't feel chilled when I entered and adjusted right away. After getting in, I started to swim lightly.

I say swim, but I was just floating on my back while kicking my legs a little. Apparently, it was still faster than over half the class.

"Hee hee haw haw, that was piss easy. Did you all see my super swimming skills?" Ike crowed.

He made an attempt at flirting with the girls, which might've worked if he had any swimming skills.

"Well looks like everyone can swim, for the most part."

"Of course, sir. Back in junior high, people called me 'the flying fish,' you know."

"Shut up, nerd. Anyways, I'll have you start competing against each other. We'll separate groups by gender. Fifty-meter freestyle."

"C-compete?! Are you serious?" Ike cried.

"I'll give out a special bonus to the first-place winner: 5000 points. The student who comes in last place, however, will have to take supplementary lessons. Get ready."

The skilled swimmers cheered with joy, while the less confident students groaned. Looks like my ice cream allowance is here.

"Looks like there are 16 boys and 14 girls competing. For the girls, you can compete in three groups, and the student with the fastest overall time will be the winner. As for the boys...Well you guys are going to do it tournament style." Looks like coach was very competitive.

The girls started first, while the boys sat on the sidelines. I was sitting with Hirata far away from the clown because author got tired of writing about them.

"So, Ayanokouji, who do you think will win the tournament?" Hirata asked. I thought he would avoid me because I roasted the entire class but looks like he's nice to everyone.

"Me," I curtly replied.

"Wow, seems like you're really confident in yourself. I wouldn't say that's a bad thing though," Hirata responded.

"I'm not being confident; I'm just stating facts."

"Hmm. Well good luck then."

Looks like the girls were done swimming. Onodera won with a time of 26 seconds, since she's in the swimming club. The coach told us which order we're going in and how the tournament would work. The winners of the qualifiers move onto the quarter finals, then the semi-finals, then the finals, then 5000 points.

First up was me against Ike. This is going to be fun.

"Oh, it's me against Ayanokouji huh? This is going to be easy!" Ike proclaimed. I'm not sure where he gets his confidence from but it'll be satisfying to break it down.

I went to lane 4 and Ike went to lane 2.

"On your marks. . .Get set. . .Go!" the coach shouted.

Since my reaction speed was faster, I was in the water already when Ike was about to dive in. However, instead of going full speed to the other side, I turned around with my front facing the ceiling. I laid my head on my hands, using my legs to kick instead to kick against the water. Since my technique was near flawless, I was moving along pretty well.

Doing this allows me to save stamina for the later rounds, but more importantly it allows me to flex on everyone. I could see Ike desperately swimming in the water two lanes away from me but he wasn't making too much progress. I finished the race in 34 seconds, while Ike finished in 36 seconds.

"Wait, Ayanokouji beat me? But that's the fastest I ever swum!" wailed Ike. "I'll beat you next time Ayanokouji, there's only a two second difference!"

"Dude, he barely even tried. There's no way you could've beat him," Onodera sighed. Ike entered a state of depression as he couldn't even pass the qualifiers.

The next contestants lined up, which were Sotomura and Yukimura. One was pleasantly plump while the other one has zero muscles, so it was hard to tell who would win. However, Sotomura was a lot more excited than Yukimura because of his character development.

The coach shouted his signal and both of them dived in at the same time. Both of them swam at around the same speed, however Sotomura gained the lead on Yukimura. This was because while Yukimura was taking a breath every four strokes, Sotomura was doing it every eight strokes. Taking a breath slows you down only slightly, but in this case, it was enough for Sotomura to snatch the win.

"Thou hast unexpectedly won the competition, tis was a wonderful race Yukimura-dono," Sotomura addressed.

"Um okay, good race I guess," Yukimura replied. Looks like Sotomura's quirky dialect has confused him greatly.

"Okitani and Hondo come over here, your race is starting!" shouted the coach. Since these two characters are irrelevant, I won't be commenting on them.

"..."

Eventually Okitani won the race, probably because author thought his name was cooler, with a time of 36.9 seconds.

"GG ez game," Okitani gloated.

"Fuck off bozo."

The next race is Sudou vs. Yamauchi. Well, not much to say about this one. Since his opponent was Sudou, Yamauchi wasn't very excited and in the end lost horribly.

The qualifiers continued on until all of them were finished and the results looked like this:

The next match was me vs. Sotomura. Although he got character development, he needs to develop for another 500 years before he can defeat me.

"Please go easy on me Ayanokouji-dono," pleaded Sotomura. If I destroy his ego too hard here, all of that development and pep talking would've been for nothing. I decided to comply with his request.

"Okay."

Both of us dove in, and I used the technique I used last race against Ike. This time however, I used my arms as well as my legs out of respect for the boy. I kept my speed so it's only slightly faster than Sotomura, and I finished about one second faster than him.

"That was you going easy on me? I am shivering in me timbers as to what's to come in thy near future."

"Okay."

The next race commenced a few minutes after ours, with Sudou emerging victorious once again.

"Hah, you see that Ayanokouji? This isn't even my final form! I'll destroy you next round, so prepare yourself," Sudou warned.

"Okay."

"Seeing how indifferent my response was, he went to join his friends on the sidelines.

"Miyake and Hirata, please get into your positions."

Now this one was going to be interesting. Both are quite athletic and are good at different fields, so let's see how they fare in swimming. I heard that Miyake is in the archery club, while Hirata is in the soccer club. Both sports rely on entirely different parts of the body, so in the end it comes down to experience and technique.

"Kya! Go Hirata-kun!" some simp squealed. The girls cheered Hirata on, while Miyake just looked sad since nobody cheered for him. Maybe Hirata will win simply because he has a fan club.

"Miyacchi, you can do it!" Unexpectedly Hasebe cheered for him instead of Hirata. Miyake let out a small smile and nodded. Is this what true friendship looked like?

"On your marks. . .Get set. . .Go!"

Both of them dived in the water at the same time. It was a battle to the death. They were swimming neck and neck, and everybody waited with bated breath. Both of them seemingly reached the other side at the same time.

"Whew, man that was tiring," Miyake said. "26.09 seconds huh? What about you Hirata?"

"26.13. Looks like you won, Miyake-kun." Hirata smiled at him.

"Hirata-kun, you were so cool! I literally ca-"

"Hirata-kun, you basically got first place! You're so good at sports!"

Hirata just smiled at his fan club and they moved along.

"Next up is Koenji and Makida."

"Bwahaha, this will be a walk in the park," Koenji declared. "Confident" was an understatement for this man. His entire existence is just flexing on everyone else. Everyone else but me.

"Alright! Let's do this!"

Seems like this Makida fellow was quite energetic. Sadly he's up against perfect existence-kun. They dove in the pool and Koenji effortlessly won without even appearing out of breath. When he got out of the water, he pulled out his hand mirror from his fucking speedo.

With the quarter finals now over, it was time to move onto the semi-finals.

Sudou approached me for our next match.

"Alright Ayanokouji! Let's go!" I wondered why he was so excited for this. Maybe revenge for the first day?

Me and Sudou got into our positions on lane 4 and lane 2 respectively. Come to think of it, the number four is always associated with me. Demon of the fourth generation. Dorm room 401. Lane 4. I know it's kind of a taboo number in Japan, so I guess I'm just really unlucky.

"On your marks. . .Get set. . .Go!"

Since it was Sudou I actually had to try this round. I swam like a dolphin, with perfect technique and execution. Over the past year, I've been maintaining my body and keeping it in good shape. After all, how can I maintain my tools if I can't even maintain myself?

I reached the other side, and my time was 24.44 seconds. You see what I mean with cursed numbers?

Sudou finished right after me with a time of 25.21 seconds.

"Dammit! I thought for sure I beat you!" Sudou complained. In response, I just dabbed on him. I saw that caught him off guard.

"Dude, who dabs in this day and age? You're like one of those people who's still living in 2016," chuckled Sudou. "Since I lost against you, you better win against Koenji!"

Surprisingly he wasn't too salty about his loss. Also he predicted I would race against Koenji even though he hasn't raced against Miyake. Well, he's probably not wrong. I can't really see Miyake winning this one.

"..."

And I was right. Koenji won once again, beating Miyake by about a three-meter lead. Once again, he didn't appear to be tired at all. And once again, he pulls out a hand mirror from his speedo, like the absolute madman he is. He made all sorts of poses and admired himself in the mirror.

Now, it's finally time for the finals.

"Hoho, we meet for the finals Ayanokouji-boy," Koenji remarked.

"Indeed we do. Don't hold back though," I replied.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He then put away his hand mirror, proving that he was serious for the final round.

"This is the final round, prepare yourself contestants!" Looks like coach was really excited. I could tell my classmates were thrilled as well.

We took our stances at the starting line, mirroring that of a professional athlete. Waiting for the signal, I began to take a few deep breaths.

"On your marks. . .Get set. . .Go!"

Both of us dove into the water when we heard "go." In a race like this, it was important to swim with all your strength and not take any breaths. Normally I would be observing where my competitor is, but in order to maximize my speed I had to look down instead. I cleared my thoughts and swam the fastest I ever had in my life.

". . .21.72 seconds. Are you lads even human?" exclaimed the coach. Apparently he stopped the stopwatch on both of his hands at the same time, since it looked like we reached the end at the same time.

"Well, since you guys tied for first place, both of you get 5000 points." coach explained.

"Hah! The perfect existence never loses," Koenji bellowed.

"Not like you won either," I retorted.

"Hahaha! You did splendid, Ayanokouji-boy. Perhaps with some more effort you can become a perfect existence as well."

"Um, thanks?"

"Ayanokouji! I thought I told you to win against Koenji!" Sudou called me.

"Well who said I didn't? I probably won by a few milliseconds or something."

"Fine. It's good to see that narcissist getting knocked down a peg, even though he didn't really lose either."

"That was quite the tournament though, don't you agree?"

"Huh? Maybe for you, but I didn't get any points!"

"I don't know man, sounds like a skill issue to me."

"Ugh, fine, you win this time. Well, see you later Ayanokouji!"

It looks like I gained some respect through this class. I was planning to leave but I noticed someone approaching me. Instead of running away, they're approaching me, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka?

"Um, Ayanokouji-kun, can I ask you something?"

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That tournament chart took way longer than it should've. Well, at least I'm finally done now. Also, apparently this book's now number one in the classroomoftheelite category? How does that even happen? It's only been 5 days since I've started this book! Maybe I'm a better writer than I thought I was?

Speaking of which, my daily uploading streak is probably going to be ruined tomorrow. I know, it's sad, but I don't have infinite free time anymore. I'll try to find an upload schedule where I can upload every 2-3 days tho.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed. See you next chapter!

Chapter 5-Celebration with the Boys

"Um, Ayanokouji-kun, can I ask you something?"

A girl with upper-back length brown hair approached me and asked me a question. If I remembered her correctly, which with my eidetic memory means that I did, her name was Satou Maya. I guess after my perfect performance in the swimming pool, I have attracted lots of attention. However, her question may be totally unrelated so I decided to answer her.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Um, well, you were really cool in that swimming pool, so I wondered if I could have your contact information?"

Oh, so she was on of those really thirsty bitches in our class, or what Matsuo likes to call them, a gold digger. In this case however, she doesn't want my money, she wants my body. I wondered if she was secretly an elementary student, as those are the only types of people who would form a crush on someone if they ran really fast or some other athletic feat.

"Well, thanks, but no. I suppose you're going to ask Koenji as well?"

"Oh, no, Koenji is was too narcissistic and is way too overbearing, but you're quite easy to approach."

She was basically saying that she thinks that Koenji would give her a hard time, while I would probably give her my contact information. While it would be helpful to build up more control within my class, there's still the risk of her having an ulterior motive, even if I don't sense any. I also didn't want to build the image that I was a pushover, so giving her my contact information would set a bad precedent.

"Mmm, well I don't really know you and I don't feel like knowing you so yeah, no."

I rejected in a slightly harsh way to make sure that she would stop bitching around me, and it looked like it worked. She was looking down at the ground, ashamed of herself. Wait, was that shame? Don't tell me she's blushi-

"Well, that's too bad. I'll just ask you next time then!" She waved at me and then left swiftly.

Fuck.

Today was another day at judo club with the boys. At least, that's what we started calling ourselves. The boys referring to the members of the judo club. However, today was a special day for one of our members.

"Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to John Lee,

happy birthday to you!"

"Woooo! Less gooooo!" John shouted.

Today was April 10, which happened to be John's birthday. This was my first time celebrating someone's birthday, and the first time I gave anyone a present. It was a pleasant, new experience, one which didn't betray my expectations. The boys were quite lively and excited, making an atmosphere befitting that of a celebration.

"Yooo, this cake is so huge, just like your mo-"

"No." Harambe cut him off before John could make another 'your mom' joke. Although it was getting slightly repetitive, I couldn't say that I didn't enjoy this inside joke that we have going on.

"Dude we spent so many points on this cake, with your favorite blueberry flavor as well! Don't ruin it with a 'your mom' joke!" Kazuma exclaimed.

Yep. The birthday present I gave John was a birthday cake, which costed an exorbitant 10000 points. Me, Kazuma and Harambe decided to give one gift together, so we chose an expensive one. While we were looking around, we found a large cake that was enough for four people, so we paid for it together and decided to eat it with John today during club time.

The thing about clubs is that nobody actually checks what we are doing, unless we request items from the student council. They don't have an unlimited budget after all, so they couldn't just easily give clubs whatever they wanted. Usually we don't request any items though, so we could celebrate John's birthday in peace.

We started eating the cake while bantering about the most trivial things. We talked about how Kazuma broke his ankle while trying to avoid Ryueen; how John tried to pick up some girls but no one fell for his charm; how Harambe was spreading his passion for exercising and judo around the school; how I won the swimming tournament in my class

Eventually we settled down and finished the large, round, and fluffy blueberry cake. John decided to do something else since Kazuma had a broken ankle.

"Yo everyone, let's play cards shall we? I brought my UNO cards, which are a special limited angry birds edition," John proposed.

Like the name implied, it was a card game where you had to lose as many as your cards as fast as possible. While it relied a lot on luck, it also required a certain amount of skill if you wanted to win, kind of like poker. However, I didn't know whatever this "special limited angry birds edition" meant.

"There's different editions of UNO? Is there like some weird rule where each card has their own special ability based on whichever angry bird you get?" Kazuma joked.

"No, it's just that the card faces look different, nothing else," replied John. "Although that would be pretty cool though."

"Hah! A nice game of UNO does sound nice, although I think with Ayanokouji's poker face it will be hard to win against him," Harambe remarked.

"I'm just bad at expressing myself."

"Yeah yeah, we get it, let's just start playing already!" Looks like Kazuma was real excited.

John took out his cards and started shuffling them. Since we were in the judo room, the four of us were sitting on the judo mats criss cross apple sauce across from each other, with the shuffled deck of cards sitting in the middle. He proceeded to hand the cards out to each of us, and all of us ended up with seven cards each.

I looked at my cards and ended up with an average deck. Observing my club mates' expressions, I could probably discern how good their cards were. Depending on this observation, I could play offensively or go for the defensive.

I saw Kazuma's face flash in joy for a split second before falling back to the best poker face he could make. He probably had a 4 card or a bunch of special cards. I would have to be careful of him.

Harambe just always looked excited so I couldn't tell if his cards were good or not.

John had a good poker face, so it was hard for me to read him. However, nobody has a poker body (except yours truly), so it wasn't hard for me to find that he has either mediocre or terrible cards. His body language showed his nervousness and he looked reserved, meaning that he was going to be playing on the defensive.

This means that currently, Harambe is the most dangerous opponent has I have no idea how he was going to play. With his attitude though, he wasn't going to try-hard this game of UNO, which gives me a higher chance of success even with my average cards.

"Aw shucks, my hand sucks!" Sorry Kazuma, but your bluff wasn't going to work on me.

"Yeah same dude, they suck," John said. I can't tell if he gave up or if it was a double bluff. Maybe I was reading way too much into a friendly game of UNO, but my UNO win streak of 333 would end if I lost here.

The order we were going in was clockwise with Harambe starting first, and since he was opposite me I would be going third. John on my right was going second while Kazuma was fourth.

The first card was a yellow seven, and immediately Harambe played a yellow 2 card. John just sighed and took two cards from the deck, making it my turn.

I had a green 2 card that I could play right here, also my only plus card. However, Kazuma most likely had a plus card, and the other two players might have one as well, so I played it safe and played a yellow 4.

Kazuma just smirked at me and put down the 4 card he had. I hadn't expected him to be this bold, but that was Kazuma for you.

"I change the color to blue!" he shouted. That was neither good nor bad for me, but it seemed to be slightly favorable for John.

Harambe put down a 2 card, turning the huge amount of possible cards to John.

John laughed and also put down a 2 card, before I put another plus card as well.

"Heh, I knew this would happen, so that's why I saved another plus card!" Kazuma shouted.

Dude, you only played one card and it was a 4, stop acting like you just implemented some genius strategy. He placed a blue 2 card onto the placed cards and turned to Harambe.

Harambe just laughed and picked up a whole 12 cards from the deck, bringing his total deck to 18 cards. There was almost no possible way for Harambe to win now; all he could do was try to sabotage us, and in the current rotation the one that would suffer the most would be John. Even if the order reverses, Harambe would pose no danger to me.

John grinned and played an UNO reverse card, most likely to stop my turn from happening and turning Harambe's ire from him to Kazuma. Kazuma would also attack me, so John killed three birds with one stone. However, this actually helped me because Kazuma would be gradually weakened and sucked his cock,

"aUH! So goofy！Let's have sex!" They got aids and died. The only cure for that was to bite off each others' glans! (A/N my friends messed with my computer but I also don't want to delete it XD)

However, this actually helped me because Kazuma would be gradually weakened by Harambe, meaning he wouldn't be able to do too much damage to me, especially since he already used two of his plus cards. I also got to attack the weak John, meaning that his plan didn't impact me too negatively.

As expected, Harambe attacked Kazuma with a 2 card. Whether Kazuma had another plus card would be up to luck, but he had to be insanely lucky for that.

"Hihihi, time to die Kiyotaka!" Kazuma sounded a bit like my past white room instructor, but since it was Kazuma I almost wanted to laugh. He placed a 2 card, resulting in me gaining another 4 cards, bringing my total amount of cards to 9.

The 4 cards I got were all blue, and all of them were special cards as well. Lucky me. I won't hold back just because it's your birthday, John.

We played UNO until the end of club time, with me netting all the wins, bringing my win streak to 337. If I was nice I would've let John win at least once since it was his birthday, but this fic is called Savagekouji so too bad.

"Hahaha! That card game was quite fun! As expected of Ayanokouji, winning everything with seemingly no effort! Is there anything you're even bad at?" Harambe inquired.

"Um, well I'm bad at expre-"

"Dude, just stop. You don't have to say that every thirty minutes," Lozuma (lose-zoo-ma) reprimanded me.

"Yeah like come on, you could've let the birthday boi win at least once," John pouted, which looked very cursed.

"I've said it in my swimming tournament and I'll say it here, sounds like a skill issue.Just git gud," I replied.

"Bruh okay."

With club over and the rest of the day left to celebrate John's birthday, we all went to the karaoke room in Keyaki mall. This was the first time we all have ever went to karaoke, except John, who was apparently some sort of singing veteran.

We arrived at the room and ordered some oreos and orange juice. I ordered some green tea, which earned me some curious looks.

"Alright guys, I heard you just sing in karaoke, so why don't you go Kiyotaka!" Kazuma enthusiastically persuaded me.

"Nah I'm good," I responded. I really didn't want to just talk my way through an entire song for three minutes.

"Come on Ayanokouji, I want to see you sing too!" John exclaimed. He kept abusing his birthday privileges, which I made a mental note to do as well on my own birthday. If they were still around to celebrate it, that is.

"Don't be scared Ayanokouji! None of us would judge you," laughed Harambe.

Sigh. I shrugged my shoulders and started to sing one of the songs available:

Never Gonna Give You Up By Rick Astley.

"..."

"This was a mistake," John muttered.

"Did I just get rick rolled in a monotone voice? I guess there's a first for everything," Kazuma said.

"Don't worry Ayanokouji! Just like exercising, the more you sing, the better you get at it!" encouraged Harambe.

"I don't plan on being a singer though,"

I replied. We made some more small talk, finished up our snacks and drinks, and ended the day by going back to the dorms. I said goodbye to the boys and went back to my room.

"Friends are pretty amazing, huh." I learned more about my judo classmates far more than I originally intended to, but this was pretty fun. I wonder how much longer before peaceful life-chan leaves me?

A/N

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Fuck mosquitoes. They're the absolute worst.

Also SoL chapter cuz I'm bad at advancing the plot. Was there foreshadowing in this chapter. Who knows? \_(ツ)/

Next update will hopefully be before the weekend, also it's much harder to write after school dumps so much knowledge and shit on you so the quality of this chapter might be a bit worse than usual.

I hoped you enjoyed this useless filler chapter. See you next time!

Chapter 6-The Invisible Hand

Peaceful life-chan did not stick with me for very long. It's the end of the month, and for the third period, we had history class with Chabashira-sensei.

I've been disciplining my classmates for almost four weeks now, so most of them fixed their behavior. Key word: most. A few idiots like Shinohara and Yamauchi kept bitching in class, and the class has basically given up on them. Even Hirata has stopped trying to convince them to start behaving in class.

"Quiet down a little, please. Today's lesson will be a bit serious."

"What do you mean, Sae-chan-sensei?"

"It's the end of the month, so we're going to have a short test. Please pass these to the back."

She handed out the papers to the students in the front row. Eventually, the single-sheet test reached my desk. It contained questions in the five main subjects. With only a few questions per subject, it really was short.

"Huh? I wasn't listening, though. This is so unfair!" Ike cried. The audacity of this fucker has slowly been draining everyone's brain cells, so we just tuned his voice out.

"Don't say that. This test is just for future reference. It won't be reflected in your report cards. There is no risk involved, so don't worry. Of course, cheating is prohibited."

While I have been intimidating my classmates for the past month, they obviously still can't fully believe me and trust me. The reason being I've only shown them my physical capabilities. I can tell students like Yukimura or Horikita probably think they're smarter than me, so this was a chance to use an UNO reverse card on them.

As soon as the pop quiz began, I scanned the questions. There were four questions per subject, for a total of twenty. Each question was worth five points, for a total of one hundred points. All of the questions were piss easy, so even my classmates could probably solve them.

However, just as I thought that, I reached the end of the test. The final three questions were an order of magnitude higher in terms of difficulty. The final math problem couldn't be solved without complex formulae. Now it was shit easy; shitting requires slightly more effort than pissing, after all.

I finished the quiz and stared out the window. I saw an employee flirting with her teddy bear, so I closed my eyes and started inventing a new board game in my mind.

On May 1, the morning bell rang for our very first day of class. Soon afterwards, Charashira-sensei strode into the room, holding a rolled-up poster. Her expression today was even more stern than usual, but not as bad as I expected. Maybe we actually kept some points?

"Hey, sensei, did you start menopause or something?" Looks like Ike has a death wish, but everyone tuned him out once again and only Yamauchi laughed at his joke.

"All right, your morning homeroom is about to begin. Before we get started, does anyone have any questions? If so, now is the time to speak." She appeared totally convinced that the students had questions they wanted answered. Immediately, several students raised their hands.

"Um, I only received 23000 points this morning. Is what Ayanokouji-kun said at the start of the month true then?" Hondou asked.

"Hmm, well I'm not sure what he said, but in this school, your class's results are reflected in the points that you receive. As a result –

"Yeah yeah we get it sensei, the only people that didn't get it are those clowns over there." I pointed at the general area of the degenerates, who have expressions of surprise and regret.

"Ayanokouji-kun, don't you think you should let sensei finish her explanation? We can get extra information that we didn't know before," reprimanded Horikita.

That's a good point, but I have plot convenience-chan on my side, so you're not winning this argument.

"It's not my problem that your brain is the size of a squirrel, Horikita. The S system is not that complicated; if there's more information, sensei can just explain the extra information. I'm only telling her to skip what we already know."

"You're acting like you know everything, Ayanokouji-kun. Maybe if you're actually smarter than me, which I highly doubt, I might actually listen to you," Horikita smirked. "Sensei, can you explain how points are calculated? Is it really just based on our behavior, or is there more?"

"I cannot tell you. We cannot disclose the methods behind our student evaluation. It's the same as any other organization. When you enter a company, it is the company's choice whether or not to tell you how it evaluates its employees."

"Ha, idiot," I laughed at Horikita in my monotone voice. She didn't find it very funny, but it's not like she can do anything about it.

The bell rang, signalling the end of homeroom.

"It looks like we spent too much time yammering. I hope that you understood the gist of it. Well, it's about time that we switch to our main topic," Chabashira-sensei said.

From the tube she carried, she removed a white rolled-up poster and spread it out. She stuck the poster to the blackboard with some magnets. The students stared blankly at the poster.

"Are these. . .the results for each class?" Horikita tentatively took a guess. She was probably right. Class A through Class D were listed. To the side was a row of numbers that went up to a maximum of four digits. Class D had 230. Class C had 490. Class B had 650. And at the top was Class A, with a total of 940. In this case, 1000 points would mean 100,000 yen. Every class had apparently lost points.

"Isn't something about this odd?"

"No shit."

I pissed Horikita off again, but I've already destroyed all her compasses, so it's not like I'm in any danger.

"You've all been doing whatever you pleased this past month. The school has no intention of preventing you from doing what you want. Your actions, such as being late or talking during class, only affect the points you receive. The same goes for how you use your points. How you choose to spend is entirely up to you. We have not put any restrictions on point usage."

"This isn't fair, though! We can't enjoy our student lives like this!" shouted Ike. I'm not surprised he hasn't noticed that most of the class is ignoring him.

Yamauchi wailed in incredible agony. He'd already used up all of his points on whatever unholy things he bought.

"Look here, morons. Every other class got points. The amount of points we gave you for the first month should be plenty for you to live on."

At this point it's just Chabashira-sensei roasting Ike and Yamauchi. Feels good to let someone else do the job for me, since I really can't be bothered.

"B-but, how do the other classes still have so many points left? That's weird. . ."

"I've already told you, there's nothing unfair about it. All of the classes were scored using the same rules. Despite that, they didn't lose as many as you. That's the truth."

"But. . .why is there such a difference in our point values?" Hirata also seemed to have noticed that the numbers were too tidy.

"Do you finally understand now? Do you see why you were placed in Class D?"

"The reason why we were placed in Class D? Weren't we simply accepted into this school?"

"Huh? But classes are normally divided up like this, right?"

Students exchanged glances.

"In this school, students are sorted by their level of excellence. The superior students are sorted into Class A, the least capable in Class D. It's the same system you'd find in the major cram schools. In other words, Class D is akin to the last bastion for failures. You are the worst of the worst. You're defective. This is just the result of you being defective."

Horikita's face stiffened. She appeared shocked by this line of reasoning. It certainly made sense to sort the superior students with the other superior students and the failures with the failures. If you mixed rotten oranges with good ones, the rotten would quickly spoil the good. Inevitably, the 'superior' Horikita would find this revolting.

"Well, at least we still have some points left. It's still a lot more than your average high school allowance! Right guys?" Kushida beamed.

The class mood went up a little, but Chabashira-sensei quickly brought it back down. What a savage woman.

"Now then, I have one more bit of bad news to share with you all."

She stuck another sheet of paper up on the board. It listed the names of everyone in class. A number stood next to everyone's name.

"Judging from these, I can see that we've quite a few idiots in this class." As her heels clacked against the floor, she glanced at us. Well, more specifically, the degenerate group. "These are the results of the short test you took a while ago. Your sensei was so happy after your excellent performance. Come on, what in the world did you all study when you were in junior high?"

With the exception of a few high scores, almost everyone tested below a seventy. Even if you ignored Sudou's wonderful score of fourteen points, there was Ike, scoring a little above him at twenty-four points. The average score was seventy-five.

"I'm so glad. If this were an actual test, then seven of you would've had to drop out."

"D-drop out? What do you mean?"

"Oh, what, did I not explain this to you? If you fail on a midterm or final exam in this school, then you have to drop out. If we applied that rule to this test, anyone who scored below thirty-eight points would be out. You guys really are stupid, aren't you?"

"Wh-what?!" wailed Ike and the other failures.

There was a red line drawn on the paper, separating the seven people in question from the rest of the class. Among those seven people, Kikuchi had scored highest, with thirthy-seven points. Anyone with a score equal to or lower than Kikuchi's had failed.

"Hey, don't jerk us around, Sae-chan-sensei! Don't joke about kicking us out!"

"Frankly, I'm also at a loss," the teacher said. "These are the school rules. You should prepare for the worst."

"The teacher's right. There do seem to be a lot of morons here." Kouenji wore a smug grin while he polished his nails, his legs propped on the desk.

"What the hell, Kouenji? You scored below the red line, too!"

"Pah. Where exactly are you looking, boy? Look again."

"Huh? Kouenji is. . .huh?"

Starting from the bottom of the page, Sudou scanned upward, and there he found Kouenji Rokosuke's name. Unbelievably, Kouenji scored ninety points. That meant he'd been able to solve one of those shit easy problems.

"Ayanokouji is number one? He must have cheated!" Ike wailed. This time, a few idiots listened to him and even agreed with him.

"We've reviewed the camera footage and Ayanokouji has not been found cheating."

My neighbor was surprised as well, and it seems like she was annoyed by my aura of smugness. She couldn't by annoyed that I'm better than her, right?

"However, we have found one student cheating in the quiz. Even if the scores aren't reflected in your report cards, cheating will result in expulsion. Shinohara Satsuki, please go back to the dorms and prepare to leave."

Sensei dropped another bomb on this class. Everyone was going crazy.

"What do you mean sensei! I never cheated!" Shinohara shouted.

"Before homeroom started an anonymous account sent the school clear video evidence of you cheating in the quiz. No excuses. Pack your bags and leave."

"But how is that possible! I never cheated! The school must have made a mistake!" Shinohara shouted. I covered my ears as to protect my ears from the amount of bitch shouting that is happening.

"I said no excuses! Go back right now!" Chabashira-sensei shouted. Maybe she really did start menopause.

Shinohara wouldn't give up though, but it was futile. Nobody was there to help her. She would go down only one month after enrollment, all alone. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape expulsion.

"One more thing. Because of her expulsion, your class points have been reduced from 330 to 230. As you can probably tell, the points have already been deducted this morning. Honestly, an expulsion on this quiz is unprecedented. This class is truly defective."

Sensei is straight up nuking the class now. If the classroom was full of chaos before, now it's just full-blown war. I also noticed that Hirata's expression was peculiar. It seems like he's the only one that's actually depressed because of Shinohara's expulsion. Kushida doesn't count because she's acting depressed.

Horikita's expression turned even more grim at this news. Sensei really likes nuking the class.

"Sensei, are you sure that the footage from the anonymous account was real? They could've edited it after all." Hirata wanted to save Shinohara, and this was her last hope. I could see a glimpse of anticipation in her eyes.

"Sorry Hirata, but the government can tell how authentic the evidence is," replied Chabashira-sensei. "We've made no mistakes. No matter how much you complain, you can't change the outcome."

Hirata's expression turned dark, and Shinohara dropped to the ground, like she just lost everything in her life. Well, she kind of did, I guess. Two staff members came into the classroom and supposedly escorted her to her dorms.

"Oh, one more thing. This school, which operates under government supervision, boasts a high rate of advancement into elite education and workforce placement. That is a well-known fact. It's very likely that most of you have chosen a college or future workplace."

Why do I feel another nuke incoming?

"However, nothing comes easy in this world. Mediocre people such as yourselves would have to be naive to think that you could easily get into the college or workplace of your choice."

Chabashira-sensei's words carried throughout the room.

Everyone was silent, hoping that it's not another piece of horrible news. They've been surprised over and over again this morning, so I guess that's understandable.

"In order to enjoy such a privilege, your only option is to overtake Class A. This school guarantees nothing for any other students."

Stop it sensei, they're already dead.

"First we get lose a bunch of points, then the school says we'll get expelled for failing a test, then Shinohara gets expelled for cheating, and now we have to get to Class A? What the hell is all this bullshit!" Ike shouted.

"Th-this is absurd! We didn't hear anything about that!" Yukimura complained. He tied with Koenji, which meant he solved one of the shit easy problems as well.

"How disgraceful. There's nothing more pitiful than men losing their cool." As if prompted by Yukimura's words, Kouenji let out a sigh.

"Don't you feel dissatisfied being in Class D, Kouenji?" Yukimura asked.

"Dissatisfied? Why would I feel dissatisfied? I don't understand."

"Because the school says we're so low that we're basically delinquents and failures. We've been told that there's no guarantee whatsoever that we'll advance into higher education or get a job!"

"Pah. Utter nonsense. That's so marvelously stupid that I can't even find the words." Kouenji didn't even stop polishing his nails or turn to face Yukimura as he spoke. "The school simply hasn't seen my potential yet. I pride myself on being great, and I value, respect, and regard myself more highly than anyone. So, the school arbitrarily placing me into Class D means nothing. Say, for instance, that I dropped out of school—I would be perfectly fine. After all, I am 100 percent positive that the school would come crying to take me back."

At this point in time, I don't even have to do anything. As long as no one targets me, I can just relax and watch it all unfold. Looks like peaceful life-chan is barely clinging on.

"Besides, I don't care in the slightest if the school does or doesn't assist me to higher education or the workforce. It's been decided that I will lead the Kouenji conglomerate group. Whether I'm in Class D or Class A is a trivial matter."

The Koenji conglomerate group, huh? It might be fun to play with it in the future. That's something for after graduation, though.

"It looks like your bubbles have been burst. Your midterm exams are in three weeks. Please think things over, and be careful not to drop out. I have confidence that you can find a way to avoid getting red marks on your report cards. If at all possible, challenge yourself to act in a way befitting a skilled individual. And if anyone if found cheating, then he or she will be expelled."

Chabashira-sensei exited the room, leaving a small bomb instead of a nuke. The students marked in red were left dejected. Even the normally proud Sudou clicked his tongue and hung his head in shame.

Now, it's showtime.

"Everyone, listen up." My voice carried throughout the room. "I know that we lost a bunch of points, thanks to some certain troublemakers." I looked at the degenerate group and Shinohara's empty seat. "That's why I'll make sure to take care of them."

Even though I was responsible for Shinohara's expulsion, none of my classmates know the truth. I can frame the idiots being responsible for our major point losses. A simple action is all it takes.

The invisible hand, a metaphor, was introduced by the 18th-century Scottish philosopher and economist Adam Smith. It characterizes the mechanisms through which beneficial social and economic outcomes may arise from the accumulated self-interested actions of individuals, none of whom intends to bring about such outcomes.

Here, the invisible hand firmly established a social hierarchy in the class, blaming the rebellious students who never listened to me for all of our troubles. Almost everyone in this class would like to reach Class A, but instead of focusing on how they were in Class D in the first place, they will try to blame the degenerates.

Taking the lead in this conversation can establish me on the top of the social hierarchy, giving me full control in the class. They can only listen to me if they want to get to Class A. Expelling Shinohara was a nice little experiment, but it gave a motivating factor for my classmates: fear.

All of it is according to plan.

A/N

I know I said that I'd update last weekend, and I can make a thousand excuses, I'm finally back now. In this chapter, I actually advanced the plot, which is kinda cool I guess.

Anyways, I don't think I'll make an upload schedule, since I want to write for fun, not as a responsibility. Next chapter tomorrow probably, I already wrote it.

If this chapter has any plot holes, then just think of it has plot convenience-chan's magic. Personally my favorite character.

Hope you enjoyed. See you next chapter!

Chapter 7-Savage

"What do you mean by take care of us, huh? Sure, you're strong, and you have good academics, and you won the swimming tourna. . .oh. Well shit." Ike said.

"Ayanokouji-kun, I'm happy that you saved us a lot of points, but you shouldn't punish them. The class has suffered enough," frowned Hirata. His tone of voice was vastly different from usual, almost as if he was threatening me. His fan club was shocked.

"Who said I would punish them? I just said that I'll take care of them. Nothing more, nothing less," I replied.

The classroom atmosphere became even more tense, proving that they didn't believe what I said. Well, I guess I'm partly lying, but who wouldn't trust an honest man such as me?

"I think it's okay if he's only going to help them. Right guys?" Kushida said. I know she can read the room, which meant that she believed that falling into my good graces is more beneficial than going against me. A wise choice.

"If Kushida-chan says so!" Ike beamed. I don't think he would've rejected my "help" even if she didn't say anything though.

"Forget about all this. What the hell about this class? Why was I put into Class D?!" Yukimura cried resentfully. A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead. I guess the shock of being placed in Class D is more than the shock of a classmate being expelled.

"Wait, does this mean that we can't get into college now? Why did we even go to this school? Does sensei hate us or something?"

The classroom started erupting again, which is becoming kind of annoying. No wonder they're the class of defectives.

"Didn't I tell you guys to listen up? Now shut up if you want to pass the midterms," I said.

The entire classroom quieted down at this, since they were all too scared to rebel against me. The shock of Shinohara's expulsion is still there after all.

"You've noticed how the passing score is 38 points yes? Knowing just how short-sighted all of you are, you probably didn't even notice that it's half of the class average rounded upwards. That means in order to pass the midterms, you just have to not fall below half of the class average," I explained.

"All? Please don't include me with these clowns. You can lead the class however you want, just leave me out of it." Koenji smirked. He was honestly more cooperative than I thought.

"I know, you're probably the only other competent student in this class," I replied. My classmates didn't like how I kept insulting them but they just have to get used to it. "Back to the midterms, don't you see how there's an easy way to make sure we don't get expelled?"

I asked my classmates and looked around. My seatmate had a look of understanding. Although she was way too prideful, she can be quite sharp.

"Do you mean that all of us should score zero points? While it's true that's the easiest way for us to pass, it's still easy for a person to betray us, right?" Horikita suggested.

"How could you say that, Horikita? I'd say that it's a wonderful strategy! I trust everyone after all!" Kushida appeared shocked, but she was probably only saying this for appearances sake.

"Are you saying that someone like Koenji won't just score highly across all subjects to get rid of us? It's not hard to imagine him not caring enough about us," rebuked Horikita. "I'd say you're way too trusting, Kushida-san."

Seeing this, I sighed. Of course, a zero-point strategy won't work. Not while I'm here anyways.

"While a zero-point strategy is the easiest, it's also the riskiest. A good balance of difficulty and risk would be to go for 50 points. That way it's way harder for people like Koenji to get rid of all of us, and it's still relatively easy for most of the students," I explained. On an unrelated note, 50 points is quite a satisfying number.

"But won't people like Sudou-kun and Yamauchi-kun struggle immensely then? I can't see them scoring anywhere near 50," Horikita responded.

"That's why I said that I'll take care of them."

Hearing this, Hirata's expression brightened up.

"Does that mean you will be tutoring them for the midterms then, Ayanokouji-kun?"

"Well, something like that."

"Tch. Why do we have to study with you? Just because you have good grades doesn't mean you can just force us to learn. I'm leaving," said Sudou.

"Do you want to relive the first day, Sudou?" I asked a genuine question. He stopped in his tracks and turned back with a resigned expression.

"Geez fine, no need to be so scary man," Sudou mumbled. Well that was easy.

The class forgot about their problems and thought about this strategy. There's only a small risk for them, and they don't need to study much for 50 points. Probably. You never know for these people.

"Well that's a great idea Ayanokouji-kun! Let's all form study groups and pass this together everyone!" Kushida cheerfully said. I expected Hirata to also lead the discussion, but it looks like Shinohara's expulsion really shook him up.

Kushida stood at the podium and prepared for a big discussion. Koenji and I left, since we didn't give two shits about whatever they were going to talk about.

"It seems we share the same opinion, Ayanokouji-boy. I would've thought you'd stay behind to tutor those idiots?"

"I've never said that I'd tutor them. I'll do something similar though."

"Ha! You really are interesting! I wouldn't mind if there were two perfect existences, you know."

I hadn't expected Koenji to say something like this, but there's a first for everything, I guess.

The loudspeaker came alive with a soothing sound effect, and a robotic voice issued an announcement.

"Ayanokouji-kun, from first-year Class D. Please come see Chabashira-sensei in the faculty office."

"Well, seems like I have to go," I said.

I walked to the faculty office and entered. I looked all around, but I didn't find Chabashira-sensei anywhere. Baffled, I called out to a teacher inspecting her appearance in a mirror.

"Hello, is Chabashira-sensei here?"

"Hmm? Sae-chan? Oh, she was just here a moment ago."

The teacher had wavy, shoulder-length hair, which made her look mature. The way she said Chabashira-sensei's name made them sound close. They were near in age and probably friends.

"She must have stepped away for a minute. Do you want to wait here?"

"Sure, I don't mind." I didn't know who she was, but it never hurts to get more information.

"I'm Hoshinomiya Chie, in charge of Class B. Sae and I have been best friends since high school. That's why we call each other Sae-chan and Chie-chan."

"I'm Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. Nice to meet you Hoshinomiya-sensei."

"Hey, why did Sae-chan call you? Huh? Huh? Why?" she asked.

"No idea."

"I don't understand. You were called to the office without a reason? Hmm?"

"I think she's on her menopause, so maybe it's related to that," I replied.

I expected her to get a bit angry in defense of her friend, but she chuckled instead. Is this Kushida's mom by any chance?

"You shouldn't say stuff like that Ayanokouji-kun. To be able to joke like that, you must be pretty popular huh? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

I confirmed her question, and in return she latched onto my arm. I think these types of people are what Matsuo calls "a gold digger bitch."

"Hmm? How unexpected. If we were in the same class, I'd never leave you alone. Perhaps because you're so innocent? Or do you like playing hard to get?"

"Good thing we're not in the same class."

"Aw, Ayanokouji-kun's such a meanie!" she whined. She was about to make a move on me but Chabashira-sensei appeared out of nowhere. I was quite curious how far she was willing to go though.

"What are you doing, Hoshinomiya?"

With a loud thud, Chabashira-sensei smacked Hoshinomiya-sensei on the head with her clipboard. Hoshinomiya-sensei crouched and gripped her skull in apparent pain.

"Ouch! What was that for?" she cried.

"For getting involved with one of my students."

"I was only keeping him company while he waited for you, Sae-chan."

"It would have been better if you just left him alone. Thanks for waiting, Ayanokouji. Let's go into the office."

"The guidance office?" I asked. "I don't need any guiding though."

"This is an important matter. Come."

While I wondered what this was all about, I followed Chabashira-sensei. Hoshinomiya-sensei remained by my side, smiling widely. Chabashira-sensei noticed and turned, her face much like a demon's.

"You stay," she ordered.

"Come on, don't be so cold! It won't be the end of the world if I listen, right? Besides Sae-chan, you're definitely not the type to give one-on-one guidance. Pulling a new student like Ayanokouji-kun into the guidance room out of nowhere. . .Are you after something, I wonder?"

Grinning, Hoshinomiya-sensei scooted behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. I sensed a storm brewing.

"So, Sae-chan, are you looking to be dominated by a younger man?"

Yep. She's definitely a bitch.

"Don't say such stupid things. That wouldn't be possible."

"Hee, you're certainly right. It wouldn't be possible for you, Sae-chan," Hoshinomiya-sensei muttered, her words laced with a double meaning.

"Why are you following us? This is a Class D matter."

"Huh? I can't go to the guidance room? That's not okay? Come on, I can give advice, too."

As Hoshinomiya-sensei continued to follow, a female student came up to us, a beautiful girl with light-pink hair. I'd never seen her before.

"Hoshinomiya-sensei, do you have a moment? The student council wishes to discuss something with you." She glanced at me, but quickly returned her attention to Hoshinomiya-sensei.

"All right, you have someone who needs you. Get to it." Slap! Chabashira-sensei smacked Hoshinomiya-sensei on the butt with her clipboard. It was oddly satisfying.

"Aw! She'll get mad at me if I hang around any longer. See you later, Ayanokouji-kun! All right, Ichinose-san. Let's go to the faculty office."

With that, she turned on her heel and left with Ichinose. She probably belonged to Class B.

Chabashira-sensei lightly scratched her head while she watched Hoshinomiya-sensei leave. Soon after, we entered the guidance room, which stood beside the faculty office.

"So? What's so important that you have to call me all the way over here?" I asked.

"Well, about that. . .Before we begin, please come here."

She briefly glanced at a clock hanging on the wall, which gave the time as nine o'clock, and opened the door. Inside was a small office kitchenette. She placed a kettle on top of a stove.

"I'm going to make tea. Is roasted green okay?" she asked.

I picked up the container with the tea powder.

"Don't make any unnecessary moves. Shut up and get in here. Understand? Don't make a sound and stay until I tell you it's okay to come out. If you don't do as I say, you'll be expelled," she said.

"Oh really? I wonder who's the one that's going to get expelled?"

I pulled out my phone, which showed that it was recording. Her expression turned from shock to fear. After all, threatening a student with expulsion was no light matter.

"Do you just keep your phone recording all the time?" Chabashira-sensei asked with a terrified expression. It was a reasonable question considering I had no reason to record this.

"I would normally blame it on plot convenience-chan, but I actually do put my phone on record all the time." This was a blatant lie, of course. I only do it when there's a possibility of something interesting happening.

"What the hell is a plot convenience-chan? You're unusual, you know that?"

"Not as unusual as someone with the surname of 'Chabashira.' If you looked over all of Japan, you probably wouldn't find anyone else with the same surname."

She glared at me, but didn't say anything else. Looks like she understood what kind of position she was in.

"You know sensei, I could turn in this recording right now. I think we could really use a nicer homeroom teacher. If you don't want that to happen though, then I advise you to follow my orders. If I ever catch you slacking, well you know what happens.

It's really beautiful just how convenient phones are nowadays. I don't even need to resort to complex plans or violence, saving the author his two brain cells."

My eyes turned cold, devoid of any emotion. Her expression turned into one of unfiltered fear, similar to Shinohara's expression when she got expelled. I guess expulsion is akin to death for these people, huh?

"What's the matter? You're looking at me like I'm a savage or something."

Normally I would continue breaking her down, but plot convenience-chan told me that someone was approaching. I swiftly turned around and left the fear-stricken sensei in the guidance room.

Thinking about it, this was the second time I blackmailed someone in this school. The first one resulted in Shinohara's expulsion, but this time I have full control over a teacher. School life is finally starting to get fun.

A/N

2232 words

We're finally at the climax of volume one! Hooray!

I think I did okay on this chapter, but I feel like it wasn't as dramatic as it could've been. Anyways, it's getting easier to write now that it's at the interesting part of the story. I'm going to go fail a math competition now (well now it's yesterday).

Can you guess who Kiyo blackmailed first? Even I don't know since I just go with the flow, and planning in advance uses too much of my brain space.

Next chapter will be next month or something since I need to study for AP exams and shit. I'm really unprepared for that, and it's kind of scary ngl. Well, enough rambling for now.

Hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 8-Seeds of Discord

I called in sick for the school day. Since I had a perfect attendance record for a month, one excused absence wasn't going to hurt anyone. Of course I wasn't actually sick. Today will be important to lay the foundations for future plans and endeavors.

School has already been going for a whole month, yet I barely knew anybody outside of my classroom. As they say, knowledge is power, and this was an opportunity to acquire that knowledge. Of course, knowledge can only truly be powerful when it's applied.

During second period, I decided to sneak out of the dorms. Since there was next to nobody in the dorms, it was relatively easy to do so. The receptionist lady didn't say anything as I walked out of the dorms.

I made a mental map of most of the camera locations during the first month of school, so I had no trouble sneaking along. I made my way over to school, and entered from a blind spot.

I made my way over to the faculty offices with no difficulty, since the students and teachers were in class. I took out a phone, and used an engine to find the IP addresses of the two cameras inside the room next to the faculty offices. According to my source of information, that room contains a government official.

I typed in the default factory password for the CCTV cameras, but it obviously didn't work. I'd be quite disappointed in the government if it did. Switching approaches, I started looking for the user ID. With this, I could reset the account to take over and have full run of the device and its hard drives.

Luckily, my source of information knew the phone number of said government official, which he probably used to while registering. I tapped around on my screen until I saw the hashed key, which was the user ID. I tapped around some more and it revealed itself.

Thus, I gained access to the live feed of the camera, and could manipulate the DVR to my will. I mixed the footage and edited it so it would look like the government official was still working.

Then, I blitzed into the room and punched the guy in the solar plexus, knocking him out in one hit. I guess being fast has its benefits.

I put on some one use gloves and turned to his computer. I put his body on the floor to the side, and sat in his chair looking through all the documents. I found the student documents for the first year, second year, and third years. There were no documents for graduates it seems.

I opened these folders and memorized the names, faces, and the interviewer comments for each students. Although some of it weren't as specific as I liked, they were still useful.

Now for the blackmail material. I looked through an excel sheet which contained personal information on each student, excluding me since the chairman's a nice guy. This was essentially a treasure trove of blackmail information. Some people had dark pasts, and others had twisted personalities.

Before I left, I decided to download 18 content on the computer. Since I had access to the cameras, I could frame the official for slacking off during work and watching naughty things if the need arises. I put the official back on the chair and swiftly returned to the dorms.

After returning to the dorms, I went on google and found a random number generator. I typed in 1 and 20, and got. . .

Looks like I had some work to do.

When lunchtime came, I jumped to my feet and walked to the cafeteria, looking around for my target. I observed students as they bought lunch sets from the ticket machine. After I'd observed about twenty students, he appeared.He purchased his meal ticket and walked to the counter with heavy, plodding footsteps.

I went and sat down in front of the heavy-footed student.

"Excuse me. Are you an upperclassman?"

"Hmm? Who are you?" The student regarded us calmly, a look of complete disinterest on his face.

"Are you a second-year student? Third-year?"

"Third-year. Let me guess, you're a first year?"

"I'm Ayanokouji, from Class D. You're also in Class D, aren't you?"

"What's that got to do with you?"

"Well, I'm just thinking about how it feels to eat the free vegetable meal set. It's not very good, is it?"

"What do you want? You're really irritating."He took his tray and made to stand, but I stopped him.

"Soga Minoru.221B Defective Street. Your parents are poor, and you abandoned your little sister when she developed breast cancer. You enrolled in this school to avoid dealing with your family. Truly a defect of society. I wonder what would happen if word got out?"

I showed him my phone, which showed his past that was about to be posted on the school bulletin board. He had a dreadful expression and froze in place.

"Wha- how do you-"

"Shh, you're in no position to ask any questions," I rebuked him. "If you care about your reputation, or the lives of your parents, you would care to listen to me. Please take a seat."

The cafeteria's hustle and bustle drowned out my voice. He gulped and sat back down. The students were all engrossed in chatting pleasantly with their friends.

"Do you still have the problems from the midterm test from the first semester of your first year? Or, if not, do you happen to know someone from your class who does?"

He stared absentmindedly at me, probably wondering where he had gone wrong in life.

"Answer me."

"O-oh, uh sorry about that. Um,I don't have the old test problems, but...I know someone who does. If you want him to help you, though, you're going to need to offer at least. . . 10,000 points. If you've got that, you're fine."

"I don't think you're in a position to ask for points, are you? I don't have a problem with expelling your pitiful self and sending you back to you family."

My assertive tone made his skin form goosebumps. He can't defy me and my orders.

"F-fine. I'll give you the test problems for free. Just don't go after me."

"Throw in the answers to the surprise test that we took after being admitted while you're at it."

"O-okay. I'll toss that in as well." He turned to leave, probably wanting to get away from me as soon as possible.

"Did I say that you could leave?" His expression turned even more grim. Well, I basically had his life in my hands, so it's understandable.

"What more do you want?"

"I want all of your private points and 100% of your monthly allowance until graduation."

In actuality, the points were just a secondary goal. Since he was a Class-D student, there weren't much points to gain anyways. What I wanted to see was what people in society valued; reputation or money. Specifically, the person in front of me was the type to escape his problems. He valued his mental state over the welfare of his family. Would he retaliate, comply, drop out? This question would give me a deeper understanding of the bottom-feeders of society.

". . .Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

"What's wrong? It's not like you have much points anyways."

I thoroughly broke this man down in one conversation. Such was the power of information. Although you can't really say I ruined his life. His life already ended when he was enrolled in Class-D.

"Just promise me that you won't go after me or my family. Please. . ."

"No promises. If you don't comply, then it'll be your fault. Your decision decides their fate and yours."

He kept quiet and just stared. What he was thinking and seeing, nobody would ever know. In the end though, he can't escape my grasps.

"All right. I'll give you my points."

We exchanged phone numbers, and he transferred me all his points and the test questions. I confirmed his balance and his class points to make sure he held up his end of the "deal." The questions were exactly the same as those on the mock test.

The third blackmail was a great success. That's another thing checked off on my agenda list.

After school ended, I made my way over to the pharmacy. I made my purchase and went over to Keyaki mall. I decided to explore a little, as I still had some time until dinner came around. There were a wide variety of shops, ranging from fashion to entertainment to food. I went into the miscellaneous sections to see if there was anything useful.

I looked around and found some foldable bags, along with some tiny listening devices. There was even a box of mosquitoes for some reason. I bought what I needed and checked the time. It was 17:00, and people started to gather for dinner. I made my way over to one of the fancier restaurants and entered.

I walked in front of the entrance to the kitchens and paid the staff to let me enter. In this school, you could buy anything. Here, I just bought the right to make some of the food for 10 minutes.

I took out the sleeping pills I had purchased from the pharmacy and discreetly mixed them with the food ingredients. This was slightly challenging to do as the chefs were watching me work to make sure I wasn't messing anything up, but nobody has perfect attention spans. They had to work as well, meaning there were openings for me to enact my plan.

I repeated this process until the ten minutes ran out. I was able to put in 7 sleeping pills in total, and I had 3 left in my pockets. All I had to do now was wait for the results.

The first victim was Totsuka Yahiko of Class 1-A. He was trudging back to the dorms, and let out a big yawn. I was in an alleyway waiting for the right opportunity. While the school had lots of cameras, they can't possible cover the entire school campus. Most people passed by this place on the way back to the dorms. Thus, this place was a good blind spot to catch people off guard.

"Yo Yahiko! Long time no see man! I didn't expect to see you here!" I greeted him with the best enthusiastic voice I could make, pretending to be his long lost friend.

"Wha-Who are you?"

"Seriously dude? You don't remember me? It's me! I'm your best friend from middle school!"

Because of the sleeping drugs, his conscious mind was greatly weakened and couldn't make logical decisions and connections. It was overwhelmingly easy to manipulate people in this state. All I had to do was feed him ideas and actions, which would leave lasting impressions on his subconscious mind.

Joseph Murphy explained in his book that the subconscious mind could not think rationally, and that it would carry out any suggestion that the conscious mind thought of, regardless of whether it's good or bad for you. This was why your thoughts makes you who you are.

However, not only does one's thoughts influence the subconscious mind, but also suggestions made by other people. Of course, the conscious mind can simply brush off these suggestions and it would have no effect. That's why in order to make it agree with these thoughts, it's best to take down its defences. The weakest state of the conscious mind was right before sleep and right after waking up.

The drugs that I put into the food sped up the process of weakening the conscious mind. All I had to do now was convince the person in front of me with suggestion hypnosis to do what I want him to do. These words will always be in his subconscious mind, and it will carry them out unless if these impressions were overturned.

The only way to do so was to tell the subconscious mind something else in the same state that he was in right now. The only problem was that you had to be aware of what was happening in order to stop it from happening. Most people aren't aware of how their own brains work, which was why this simple manipulation technique was so effective.

"Dude sorry, I seriously don't recognize you. I'm heading back now. I'm way too tired to talk to anyone right now."

"Maybe you don't recognize me because you're too sleepy? Whatever the case, listen to me. This conversation will decide your future at this school."

By using direct language like "will," it makes it simpler to comprehend and it makes the subconscious mind believe that it will happen. Of course, it still has to be withing the realm of reason in order for any effect.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Some of your classmates are conspiring against you. They're planning to expel you, Yahiko!"

"And why would I believe any of that?"

"Because I have proof. Also because I'm your ally here. We're best friends after all, even if you don't remember me right now."

"Show me the proof then."

I showed him a few images which showed conversations between his classmates and Soga. Of course, the images were photo-shopped, but he was way too drowsy to even think of the possibility.

"You see, your classmates bought the test paper answers from an upperclassman. Apparently, the tests are basically the same every year, meaning that they could just memorize the answers and ace the test."

"So what? How are they expelling me in any way?"

I showed him another image, which were some newer text messages between his classmates and Soga.

"See here? Shimazaki-kun here suggested that they should sneak these answers into your bag during the midterms. Then they would let the teaches check everyone's belongings through an anonymous message, spelling your expulsion. They're going to frame you for cheating!"

"What? But why?" Totsuka screamed.

I showed him another image, which was the group chat of five students. These people were Shimazaki Ikkei, Tsukakasi Taiga, Toba Shigeru, Yamamura Miki, and Soga Minoru. They were four Class-1A students and the upperclassman I blackmailed earlier. The messages were about how they hated Totsuka and wanted his annoying ass to be expelled.

"You see Yahiko, these people straight up hate you. Whether they're jealous of you or dislike your personality I don't know, but you should protect yourself."

"Ahh, this is so complicated! Why does life hate me? What should I even do?"

"It's inexcusable how they tried to frame you. If you don't get rid of them now, they will keep doing this until graduation. On the day of the midterms, expel them using the methods they used against you."

I gave him the test answers and four foldable bags. The plan was to make him put these answer sheets into these small bags and hide them in their clothes and backpacks.

Now that I had established a "do or die" mindset in his subconscious mind, he will carry this action out regardless of the risks involved. After all, if he didn't expel them, they would expel him.

Of course, these four students were never going to frame Totsuka in the first place. By sowing these seeds of doubt and distrust in his mind, chaos will soon ensue.

There are only two outcomes to this: either Totsuka gets caught red-handed, or four students are expelled from this school. No matter what, someone is going to get expelled.

This would also prove a dilemma for the person that was eavesdropping on out conversation. He could convince Totsuka that what I was saying was false, but the possibility that what I was saying was true still exists. The most reasonable route would be to check Totsuka's bag for any answers on the day of the midterms while stopping him from sabotaging his classmates.

Isn't that right, Katsuragi Kohei?

A/N

2672 words

Originally,I planned for this chapter to be the end of volume 1, but then the chapter would be way too long. It was hard to come up with an original approach for the midterms, so I used up a lot of my brain cells for this chapter.

As always, hope you enjoyed, and see you next chapter!

Chapter 9-Recording. . .

"Hello there, can we talk for a bit?"

Who was this kid? Ugh, I'm so sleepy. Can't I just go back?

"What do you want," I sighed.

"I need make a deal with you. This is important for both of us."

"Can't you just do it tomorrow? I really need to go to sleep," I yawned, emphasizing my point.

"Sorry, but this is really urgent. I would really appreciate it if you stayed to listen to me, senpai."

"Fine, but only because you're such a cute kouhai. I can't just leave you when you desperately need my help, right?"

"I'm glad you're so understanding senpai, then-"

"Hmm? Who's this kid, Nazuna?" Miyabi returned from the bathroom, yawning as well. That made me yawn too, which made the kid yawn. This succession of yawns made me even sleepier.

"Dunno, but he wants my help with something," I replied.

"Oh? I wonder what he could possible need," Miyabi's eyes gleamed with excitement. He was always looking for someone to play with, which was kind of disgusting sometimes. Poor kid, he found the wrong person to talk with.

"I was just wondering if I could. . ."

He lowered his voice as if this was something that he doesn't want other people to know. Well, I guess it made sense if he was asking a senpai for help.

". . . borrow a million points? I swear I'll pay it back."

"And why would she give you a million points? In fact, she probably doesn't even have a million points," Miyabi retorted. Well no shit, you keep taking everyone's points.

"Maybe she doesn't, but I know you do."

"Ho? So you know who I am kouhai? I wonder where you heard about me," Miyabi said. Yup, he found another person that could interest him. I wonder where his obsession comes from. . .

"Well you're quite popular Nagumo-senpai. It seems like almost everyone in the school has at least heard of you," the kid said.

"Hmm, but I haven't interacted with a lot of first-years yet. Well, I guess I'm just too good," Miyabi's ego said.

"So umm, * yawn.* Ahem, excuse me. Why do you need a million points?" I asked.

"The thing is, me and my classmates are in a lot of trouble. The midterms are coming up for us, but quite frankly, we're pretty screwed for the midterms. A lot of people didn't listen during the first month, and it seems like they'd rather get expelled then study. I wanted some points so I could help with their test scores if I ever needed to. Of course, if I don't use all of them, I'll return them to you and return the rest later."

"Oh? You already figured that out? Quite impressive, I must say. But why should we care about your classmates?" Miyabi grinned.

"In return, I'll pledge my allegiance to you. You don't know much about the first years, correct? I have a vast social network and I can help you with your special exams if you want. Basically, I'm a perfect asset for you to get even more control over this school."

I was immensely surprised that he knew about special exams, and Miyabi looked blown out of the water. After all, this was the first time someone found out about them before the first special exam. I was too tired to even think about how he did it.

"Hmm, so you basically already figured out the school system? Impressive, but I'm afraid I have to turn you down." This surprised me, since Miyabi had an abundance of points and it seemed like the deal was perfect for him.

"Really? Maybe you feel like the risks outweigh the benefits?"

"No, that's not it. We could just sign a memorandum if it was that. You see, I already have someone like that for me in the first years. Maybe she's not as cunning as you are, but I'm not looking for complete dominance in this school. I'm looking for a challenge." Miyabi boldly declared. That reminded me, he talking with this Ichinose girl earlier today. Maybe it was her?

"I see, that's quite a shame then. Well, if that didn't work. . ."

He pulled both of us into the alleyway. Are we getting mugged?

"Ow. . ."

"I'll have to use some more unorthodox methods."His expression changed in an instant. His eyes were cold, and they sent shivers down my spine. I could feel goosebumps forming on my skin.

"What? Are you planning to use violence? How childish," Miyabi laughed. It was true. We could just report him to the school, with our injuries as evidence.

"You seem to misunderstand me, senpai. Violence is simple, but it's not always the best method," he explained. "No, there's something much more effective then violence. I'm sure you know where I'm going with this, right?"

Shit, is he going to murder us? I could feel myself getting dizzier.

"That's not how you treat a senpai, kouhai. With your intelligence, I'm sure you know better than that," Miyabi glared at him. Although he was sometimes an egotistical jerk, I know he would protect me more than anything. If it was him, I'm sure we could get out of this situation just fine.

"Of course. But you see, I really need that one million points. Honestly, I don't want to do this either."

"Wha-what are you planning to do?" I stuttered. I started shivering, and I could feel myself going numb, even though it wasn't cold at all.

"There's no need to be so scared. I said I wasn't going to use violence right? But if you're so curious, would you like to find out?"

I certainly would not like to find out, I thought to myself. I couldn't think of what else he could do to threaten us, especially in this state. However, it looks like Miyabi figured something out.

"Fine, I'll give you the million points. But we won't forget this."

"Good. Oh, but since you already have connections within the first year, I'm not going to follow you yeah?"

"I'm looking forward to destroying you, you'll regret this."

"Man, I'm shivering in my boots," he said in the most monotonous voice I have heard to date. If we wren't in this situation I might've laughed right then and there.

Miyabi transferred the one million points to him and we started heading back to the dorms.

When we got out of earshot, he started laughing maniacally.

"Hahahaha, that fool! I'm going to destroy him for this!" He showed me an audio recording, which probably recorded what just happened. I knew that he would win in the end. He's Miyabi, after all.

If that's so, why do I feel such a sick sense of foreboding?

Whew, that was tiring. I wonder who's next?

Just as I thought that, I saw another person heading back to the dorms, seemingly in a drowsy state as well. If I remember correctly, her name was Ibuki Mio from Class 1-C. Guess I'll just keep going.

"Hey there, can-"

"Shut up."

She ignored me and left.

Wow.

I took that as my cue and headed back to the dorms to rest for the remainder of the day.

After watching the three interactions before me unfold, the man finally headed home. It seemed like he didn't notice me, which was good. All his plans will come to ruin with this.

When I was first heading back to the dorms, I noticed Yahiko heading back as well. He looked drunk from faraway, but I suspected he was just extremely sleepy. I planned on heading back with him when I saw a schoolmate approaching him.

At first I thought it was Yahiko's friend, but I remember he told me none of his friends came here from his previous school. The person that was talking to him wasn't a Class-A student either. I couldn't tell whether he was a senpai or someone in our year.

Since I found this quite suspicious, I wanted to stop him. However, he started talking about how some of out classmates were planning to expel Yahiko. I stopped, and pondered whether what he was saying was true or not. While Yahiko was sometimes overbearing and arrogant, I can't imagine anyone doing this to him.

Or maybe they could? I only knew them for a bit more than a month. What if they were monsters beneath the surface? What if the school put them in Class-A by mistake?

Just to be safe, I hid myself and started recording the conversation. You could never be too safe in this school is what I had concluded after someone got expelled within the first month. I still didn't believe that someone cheated on a mock test, even if said person was from Class-D. They said that it didn't affect anything, after all.

I had many different options in front of me. I could warn Yahiko that the person was lying, but I'm not sure if he was lying either. His poker face was perfect. I could confront my classmates, but if they weren't conspiring against Yahiko, it would make me seem distrustful and unreliable. I can't bring my social standing down if I wanted to lead the class.

The person then told Yahiko that he should try to expel our classmates, which made me even more suspicious of him. He was almost definitely trying to harm our class. However, the possibility of him just trying to protect Yahiko still exists.

I couldn't see through his intentions at all. Yahiko agreed with his reasoning, and then Yahiko went back to the dorms. I was about to stop my recording and go back as well, but then he started talking with some more people.

This was dangerous. If they found out that I was here, I would instantly become a target. However, I believed in my hiding spot, and revealing myself would do more harm than good. I kept recording, but then they lowered their voice when talking about some kind of deal.

I couldn't get any closer, so I just hoped that the all powerful microphone of this phone was able to pick up on what they were saying. Suddenly the person pulled the two other people in the alleyway.

Was he planning to use violence? Should I stop him? No, I already got the evidence on my phone. This should be enough. I started walking towards the alleyway, when the two people he pulled in left. Looks like they were safe and didn't sustain any injuries.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It would be troublesome if people in this school were that violent. However, I could tell that this man was dangerous. He came out of the alleyway, and it looked like he spotted his next prey.

I started recording again, but she just ignored him and left. His expression didn't change, but I expected him to at least be somewhat surprised. Soon after he went back to the dorms as well.

I decided to head back after watching these events unfold. Who was that man, and what did he plan to do? I checked my recordings on the way back to see if I missed any details.

Turns out I did. The recording didn't catch any of their conversations. I guess I overestimated the phone's microphone. Well, this was enough for now. It was getting late, so I'll just check in for the night. I'll deal with this mess tomorrow.

A/N

1958 words

POV switches to make the story spicier. It would be boring if you knew what was going to happen from the start after all. I don't feel like making Kiyo an unreliable narrator either since that's just annoying.

Bit of a shorter chapter since I find myself battling against time every day. Don't worry, I'm not getting old or anything. I'm just a high school student who is self studying three AP courses. Fuck me.

I didn't check this chapter for any grammar mistakes or plot holes so if you found any then. . . \_(ツ)/

Well, hope you enjoyed. See you next chapter, whenever that is.

Chapter 10-Gift of Gratitude

"Yo what's up Kiyotaka! You don't usually call me."

"Well, I just want to ask you for a simple favor."

It was currently 17:00, and I was calling Kazuma while on the bed in my dorms. I could've just gone to his room, but I didn't feel like moving and just wanted to enjoy the beautiful sunset from my window.

Even so, this call would be an important part of my plan moving forward. Well, I call it a plan, but really, it's just me fucking with random 'elites' in this school. Or you could think of it as a gift of gratitude. Yeah, that sounds a lot better.

"What could you possibly need from me? Oh, I know! As an advocate for true gender equality, you need me to help you dropkick a bitch from your class, right?" Kazuma replied excitedly. He seems to be quite passionate about dropkicking people

"Nah, I would just do it myself if I wanted that."

"Oh? Looks like I found my people," Kazuma said in a sagely tone. "Anyways, what do you need?"

"I just wanted to meet with some people from your class. You see, my classmates piss me off a lot with their blabbering, so I felt like making some new to-I mean, friends."

"Do you need my help for that, though?"

"I mean, doesn't that Ryueen guy control everyone in your class? I figured it would be much easier for everyone if you set up this meeting."

"Hmm, I guess you're right. Besides, you're just trying to make friends, right? I'm sure Ryueen won't mind," Kazuma responded. I didn't miss the tone of apprehension in his voice.

"Don't worry about it, you learned some basic judo right? I'm sure that even if he minds, you can beat him," I lied as easily as I breathed.

"More like it's a matter of if I can escape or not," Kazuma muttered. "Anyways, since we're such good friends, I'll help you make more. I'm not sad that you're looking for more friends even though I'm right here; nope, not at all."

"Um, okay? Thanks though, I appreciate it. If your classmates aren't willing, just tell them that I'll give them a million points or something."

"It won't be my problem then if they beat you up for not giving them a million points. Well, not like they can anyway haha."

"Hmm, that would be pretty awkward. By the way, have you eaten dinner yet?"

"Yeah, I ate around half an hour ago. What, you gonna eat with the boys?"

"Was going to, but since you already ate it's kind of pointless."

"Wow, didn't know you cared about me that much, Kiyotaka," Kazuma replied in a sly tone. What I meant was that since I couldn't get free information about his class if he wasn't there, then there was no point in going, but that's a moot point.

"Of course I care about you, you're one of my good to-ahem, friends. Well, see you during lunch tomorrow I guess."

"Yeah, see you then.

He hung up. Since it was getting late, I should probably go get some dinner. Despite being the masterpiece, I was still average at cooking, so I usually got my dinner from the cafeteria or the convenience store.

Today, I decided to go to the convenience store and buy some pickled mango ice cream. Some might call me a monster, or even a demon, but I believe that every flavor deserves love. Of course, to go with the ice cream, I bought a loaf of bread as well. It even had raisins in it for extra nutrients. It was sort of a personal policy of mine to try something new every day since new experiences are always fun and refreshing.

After the purchase, I felt like going to a more secluded place. Maybe somewhere open and fresh, like the rooftop. I'm sure I can get a better view of the sunset from there.

I slowly strolled to the school, devouring my ice cream on the way there. I started climbing the stairs to the rooftop, my silent steps echoing throughout the stairway. As I got closer, I could hear a faint noise. With each step I took, I could hear it more and more clearly. When I was just a couple of steps away, the sound registered. It sounded like. . .moaning?

The noise was penetrating, and I could feel something stir inside me. Have I finally awakened the emotions hidden in the deepest depths of this empty shell? That's quite an edgy way to say I'm horny, but really it's just chemical reactions involving my hormones so am I really feeling anything?

I went up as discreetly as I could and peeked through the door.

I regret peeking through the door.

What I saw was such an unholy sight that the author's limited vocabulary can't even begin to describe it. Even though it was so. . .uncanny, I couldn't take my eyes of this sight. Throughout most of my life, I've been learning everything, with boundless amounts of knowledge that a normal person could never hope to learn in a lifetime. I thought that I knew it all.

How naive I was. Society really isn't like how they described it in books. If I hadn't spent a year outside the white room I would probably be even more confused.

Through the crack of the door sat a lone girl looking at her phone. Based on the documents I looked at on that government official's computer, she was Shiranami Chihiro from Class 1-B. She was um, pleasuring herself with a picture of Ichinose Honami from Class 1-B as well.

I've read about lesbians on the internet, but I've never actually saw one myself. I felt like I was looking at an entirely new specimen, and her moaning was getting even louder. Doing it outside was very brave (and kinky) as well. Anyways, this was pretty interesting, so I decided to take a picture to commemorate this moment of discovery.

Luckily my phone was on mute, or else she would probably drop out from hearing someone taking a picture of this scenery.

That's why I decided to post the picture on the school forums. Using another account, of course.

I mean, I had to share my discoveries with the world, right? That's what they taught us in the white room, anyways (even though we never could if I never destroyed it). Plus it was kind of funny as well, so why not?

After posting the picture, I continued to watch. For research purposes, of course. I mean, as a curious person that has barely interacted with society, how could I not? Yes, all of it is for science and knowledge.

Since I had nothing else to do, I might as well eat my dinner here.

After conquering the bread, I decided to head back to the dorms. Honestly, I was surprised that Shiranami was still going at it when I left. However, I stumbled upon an uninteresting sight upon returning: Horikita.

Initially I planned to just get a drink from the vending machine and then head back to my dorms, but then I noticed Horikita's apprehensive expression. She seemed real slim and shady, so I decided to follow her.

She turned the corner, and I was about to as well until I sensed another person with her.

"Suzune. I didn't think you'd follow me this far," he said.

Wow, Horikita engaging in social activity? I never knew she was capable of it.

"Hmph. I'm far different from the useless girl you once knew, niisan. I came here to catch you."

"Catch me, hmm?"

Niisan? In the dark, I couldn't see the person she was talking to. Was she meeting her older brother?

"I heard you were placed in Class D. I suppose nothing has really changed in the last three years. You've always been fixated on following me, and as a result you don't notice your own flaws. Choosing to come to this school was a mistake."

"That's... You're wrong about that. I'll show you. I'll reach Class A right away, then—"

"It's pointless. You will never reach Class A. In fact, your class will fall apart soon enough. Things at this school aren't as simple as you think."

"I will definitely, definitely reach—"

"I told you, it's pointless. You really are a disobedient little sister."

Horikita's brother stepped closer to her. From my hiding spot, I could see him plainly.

It was Student Council President Horikita. He displayed no hint of emotion. It was like he was staring at an uninteresting object. Well, I guess he was. He grabbed his younger sister by the wrist—she offered no resistance—and pushed her against the wall.

"No matter how I try to avoid you, the fact remains that you're my little sister. If people around here learned the truth, I would be humiliated. Leave this school immediately."

"I-I can't do that... I will definitely reach Class A. I'll show you!"

"How incredibly stupid. Do you want to relive the pain of the past?"

"Niisan, I..."

"You possess neither the abilities nor the qualities needed to reach Class A. Get that through your head."

He moved forward, as if about to act. The situation looked fraught with danger. That's why as an upstanding citizen of Advanced Nurturing High School, I pulled out my phone and started recording. I mean, who am I to refuse free blackmail material?

"Who's there?"

Hmm, looks like Horikita's brother was sharper than I thought. Or maybe I was getting rusty with my stealth skills? Not like I had much in the first place.

"Whoops, looks like I've been discovered. Anyways, what are you doing with your sister, president?" I discreetly put my phone back into my pocket, with the recording still going on.

"A-Ayanokouji-kun?" Horikita looked confused. The younger one, that is.

"That's none of your business," replied the student council president.

"Really? But she's my friend, you know?" I responded, just to piss her off.

"Wow Suzune, you made a friend? I'm honestly surprised."

"He's...not my friend. Just my classmate." Horikita faced her brother fully, as if denying him.

"You continue to confuse independence with solitude. Grow up," her brother coldly said. Well, I had to agree with him honestly.

"Wow, so harsh, Horikita-senpai. But you know, your brother's completely right. You're such an incompetent egotistical bitch who probably became my seatmate because of all the bad karma I built up in my past life or something like that," I spat.

It's time for another social experiment, and this time it's between siblings. If an outsider just comes in and insults your little sister, how would the bigger brother react? Normally the brother would defend her, but I had no idea if he would actually do that because of their unique situation.

"Didn't you say you were her friend?" said the brother.

"Indeed I did."

"Then why did you insult her like that?" Am I getting yandere vibes from this man right here? The guy who insults his sister like she's nothing? I guess he does care for his sister, then. Seems like there are all sorts of familial love in this world.

"Well, it was the truth." I shrugged. "Besides, from what it looked like, you don't care about her at all, right? If her own family can insult her, then why can't I?"

"That is our business. Besides, what kind of friend insults another friend so ruthlessly?"

"Just following your example prez. You're a star student after all, right?" This broke his composure a little, so I decided to taunt him a bit more. "That's why as Horikita's friend, I will treat her the same as the student council president, her own brother. You should treat your own classmates like family after all, right president?"

I moved forward, as if I was going to attack her, exactly like how the president did. However, contrary to my expectations, he didn't defend her or attack me. Instead he regained his composure and turned around as if to leave.

"Ayanokouji, was it? You're an interesting one."

"Why aren't you stopping me, president-senpai? Aren't you worried about your sister?" I queried. Depending on his response, I could somewhat gauge his abilities.

"You'd know better than attacking someone in front of the student council president, right? Even though it's annoying, it's always about who is involved, rather than what happened. This is just how society functions, and it's the same at this school."

"Well, thank you for your lecture, Mr. Niisan. I'll be heading back to the dorms as well, then."

We went to our respective dorm buildings, leaving Horikita sitting up against the wall. Or so I thought.

"Wait a minute, Ayanokouji-kun. Did you hear everything? Or was it just a coincidence?"

"Of course it's a coincidence. I don't care about your business, nor do I have any intention to meddle in it."

Horikita fell silent again, before she made a face as if suddenly remembering something important.

"By the way, you said that you would take care of the idiots in our class, right? How much progress have you made?"

"Yeah, I did say that I would take care of them, didn't I? Well, I'd say we're about halfway there, so no need to worry." What I had in mind was drastically different than what she was probably thinking, but she'd find that out later.

"I see. It's getting late. We should probably head back now."

"Yeah, if someone saw us out here they'd probably get ideas. I'll stay here a little longer though."

With that, Horikita headed back to her own dorms. For some reason she seemed less bitchy today. I checked my phone and it said 7:27 P.M. I didn't get any worthy blackmail material, so I deleted the recording on my phone. Can't waste too much storage space now.

Since I had nothing to do, I might as well enact the next steps of my plan.

I scrolled through my contacts until I found who I was looking for. I called her and she picked up a few seconds later.

"Miss me?" I said in the best sarcastic tone I could make.

"Ew, was that supposed to be your sarcastic tone? Anyways, what do you need now?" She went straight to business, as usual.

"Well, I may or may not have uploaded something on the school bulletin board using your account?" I could feel her anxiety seeping through my phone screen, as she frantically opened up the page.

"What. the. fuck. Is wrong with you!" she screamed.

"Well hey, at least it was anonymous."

"That's not the problem here! I could be removed for posting this!"

"I'm sure you'll get out of it somehow. Anyways, did anything happen to that government official?"

"Seriously? You just ignore the fact you uploaded some dirty pictures using my account?" I could hear her sigh heavily over the call. "Well, whatever. If you're wondering, government-official-kun was removed from his position because he was caught sleeping during his work. Furthermore, there was furry amogus porn on his computer. I feel kind of bad for him, even though he was somewhat of a pessimistic slacker."

Wait, he was knocked out for that long? Maybe I overdid it a little. . .

"Good job on ruining someone's life. For some reason, you're way too good at it for a 15-year-old."

"That's just how I am. Anyways, I've got a new order for you."

"What? Is this some sort of "last mission" before I'm removed?"

"Of course not. I'll still give you orders even if you do get removed."

"Isn't that just really annoying? Like you can't even contact anyone outside this school. Quit scaring me and just get on with it."

"You're the one that went off on a tangent. . ." I muttered. I did enjoy this banter though. "On the day of the midterms, you just have to drop off a few answer sheets in Totsuka Yahiko's backpack. You know how to do it, right? Put some obvious ones as decoys, then hide some in the inconspicuous spots."

"Really? This again? Can't you come up with something more original? I swear if I have to do this for every exam and quiz I'll go insane."

"No, this is the last time. . .probably. This time though, I'm not really aiming to expel anyone with this method. Of course, if they did get expelled that just means that Class-A and this school is too weak."

"You're such a big sadist, you know that? Not only do you force me to do these things, all you care about is destroying everyone."

"That's only partly true. Sure, I'm attacking people all the time, but not because I'm a sadist. I'm simply doing it out of curiosity and for fun. I didn't enrol to graduate with a guaranteed employment offer, or to escape from anything. In fact, I don't even care if I win or lose, or if I get expelled."

All I wanted to do was to see the life of a high school student, and how good the future "elites" of this country are going to be like. I already had freedom; I already learned just a little emotion; I already explored quite a bit of Tokyo; all that was left was for me to experience a school life. The chairman gave me this perfect opportunity, and I would pay him back in kind.

"I don't even know how to react to that. Consider it done then."

"Thanks for your service. I hope you don't get removed, Seno Yumi."

I ended the call with my favorite tool, and I was looking forward to how she would get out of her predicament. Her judgement calls are second to none. Except me.

I said in the call that I wasn't aiming to expel anyone from Class 1-A using the framing method, but that was only half true. What I meant was that it wouldn't be Seno framing Totsuka, but instead it would be Totsuka framing his classmates.

According to the documents I saw, the likeliest people that would foil this plan would be Katsuragi Kohei and Sakayanagi Arisu. Perhaps the chairman was biased with his judgement of his own daughter, but if he wasn't then the two of them could form a formidable team.

Since Katsuragi heard my conversation with Totsuka, he would naturally try to stop it. I was sure that he could see through the petty traps that I had set up, but how he deals with it is a whole other problem.

I'll make sure that Totsuka puts the answer sheets in his classmates' clothes and various other belongings a bit before the exam starts, giving Katsuragi a very limited time to deal with the situation. If he wasn't careful, all 5 of his classmates could be expelled.

How will you deal with this threat, Katsuragi? Who knows, enough monologues for today, I'm going to sleep.

* * *

When I woke up the next day, I decided to check the school bulletin board for any new exciting updates. Turns out a lot of people were making fun of Shiranami due to my discovery post.

Wasn't this prejudice against lesbians? Just how prideful are these people? I guess that's just how school works.

I brushed my teeth, took a big, fat, shit, dressed up, and headed to the elevator. When I reached the dorm lobby, a bunch of students were chattering about something. I wonder what it could be?

"Yo, did you see the school bulletin board today? Someone posted quite a picture, I must say."

"What the actual flying fuck?"

"Damn, that's kinky and hot."

"Oh shit, I think I'm getting a boner?"

"Ayo?"

"I wonder where Chihiro-chan is?"

The commotion was spreading everywhere, a pandemic of chaos (and arousal apparently). I wonder how Shiranami would proceed with her school life? She was supposedly a shy girl according to the interviewer's notes.

I made my way to class with a goal in mind. I haven't disciplined the degenerates in our class yet for losing all of our points. They basically took away my ice-cream-chan fees! How dare they ruin our relationship.

Since the degenerates usually arrived right before class, I would have to use my precious lunch time on them instead. Or I could use the time after school. Either way it's an annoying problem that I'm going to have to deal with.

Of course, I'm not talking about every degenerate in our class. They seem to have fixed their own behavior thanks to Hirata's and Kushida's pleas. After all, how could they disobey their angel?

That's what I thought at first, but it seemed like some people were just incapable of following social norms. Namely Yamauchi, Sudou, and Ike. Even Miyamoto and Hondo had a decent enough attention span during class. They even joined Kushida's study group.

When the bell rang, I made my way over to the idiot trio.

"Yo guys, how you doing with the midterms?"I spoke in a very friendly tone.

"Heh, no need to worry about us Ayanokouji! We are planning to cram the night before, and then completely ace the tests! They called me "the cramming genius" back in middle school, you know?" Yamauchi boasted. I could see everyone around us facepalming at his remark.

"Is that so? Then all three of you are completely confident that you'll pass?"

"Well, how hard can it be right?"

"I see." I looked around and spotted someone useful. "Hey Sotomura, come here for a second."

"Hmm, what could one want from me, Ayanokouji-dono?" Sotomura ambled over to out group, looking confused and delighted at the same time.

"Oh, I was just wondering how your studies have been going. What have you learned so far?"

"Well thanks for asking! I've been attending both study groups, and let's see. . .I learned about functions, historical figures from the medieval era, lab apparatuses, and a whole bunch of other stuff. I think I'm definitely going to pass the exams!"

Looks like Sotomura was quite motivated. However, it seemed like the topics he were studying were completely different from those on the midterm papers I received. According to Soga these exams are supposed to be the same every year, so obviously there was some sort of mistake.

This makes my life a whole lot easier though. I didn't have to make the three idiots go through my white room curriculum training in order to pass the midterms. Even if I destroyed that place, its curriculum was the best for learning something quickly, even if it's not completely legal.

Everyone was studying the wrong topics, meaning that everyone will do shit, meaning that the class average is shit, meaning that it's pretty doable for these idiots to pass. If someone still doesn't pass, well I guess 100 class points isn't too bad of a collateral.

"Well, that's good then. I'm sure that none of you will get expelled because of the midterms then, right?"

"Y-yeah, don't worry about us." They left for lunch. Speaking of which, the boys are probably wondering where I am right now.

I met up with the boys, speedran my lunch, went back to my classroom, and stared out of the window until class ended. This time there was a Keyaki Mall employee trying to devour a stuffed animal, but it was interesting to watch her struggle.

"Ayanokouji, I have to talk to you about something. Come to the faculty room," Chabashira-sensei called out to me. Originally I planned to meet up with some of the Class-C students, but I guess this will have to come first.

"What, are you going to confess?"

"If you don't come with me, then you will face consequences later."

"Aren't you oh so bold, sensei. I'll come with you then."

I followed her to the faculty room, wondering about what Chabashira-sensei was going to do this time. She didn't forget that I'm blackmailing her with a recording, right?

We entered the room, and sat on the sofas opposite each other.

"Ayanokouji, there was an accusation against you from the vice president of the student council. His name is Nagumo Miyabi from Class 2-B, and he is claiming that you were threatening him and his partner. He also claimed that you extorted his points."

"Wow, that's crazy, how could he accuse me of something I didn't do," I deadpanned. "Does he have any evidence?"

"He has some injuries and claims to have a recording as well. Since the evidence doesn't completely prove you guilty, we will hold a trial in the student council a week from now. Unless if you have an alibi or any other evidence to prove you innocent?"

Hmm, I could let Seno make an alibi for me, but that would be a lot of extra work for her. Nagumo might even target her, even if she isn't participating in the class competitions. Guess I'll just use tool #2.

"I do have an alibi, actually. However, would you guys even believe me? Nagumo does have a voice recording of some sorts right?"

"We have technicians to determine the legitimacy of his audio recording. If you claim to have an alibi but the recording was determined to be legitimate, then you will be suspended or possibly expelled for coming up with false evidence. If his voice recording was determined to be fake, then Nagumo would receive the punishment instead for a false accusation."

"I see. Then, I claim to have an alibi where I was hanging out with Soga Minoru from Class 3-D on the rooftop. We bought dinner from a convenience store that day; I bought a sandwich while he bought some sushi. You can confirm these details with him however you want."

I already anticipated this meeting, and planned in advance just for this situation. Not only was I testing the school rules, I was also testing just how capable are the other students in this school.

On the day I drugged a bunch of students using food, I informed Soga about how the faculty will try to contact him about this day. I made him memorize my alibi, so my escape route would be fully secured.

I also set up a trap for Nagumo. I just happened to be able to perfectly imitate text to speech due to my monotone voice, meaning that the technicians won't be able to differentiate my voice from an A.I. If Nagumo wasn't recording, I could've extorted his points using the information I gathered from the documents. Either way, it was checkmate before we even interacted.

Even if the faculty do check the point transfer history, I could make an excuse about making a verbal contract with Nagumo. It's too bad your opponent was me, Nagumo-senpai.

"We will confirm your story with Soga Minoru then."

"I suppose we don't have to hold a trial then? I'm sure the faculty will find Nagumo's recording to be fake before a week."

"If that is the case, then you will decide his punishment during the trial. Of course, the student council will review your decision and decide if it's appropriate or not. If you were found to be guilty, then it would be the other way around. Either way, there's going to be a trial."

"I see. That's certainly an interesting way of doing things. Is that all?"

"Yes, you may go now."

I didn't excuse myself and left the faculty room. I checked my phone, and it was currently 4:44 P.M. What a shitty time.

The meeting that I had with the Class-C students were only one minute away, so I checked the location that Kazuma sent me and slowly sauntered to my destination.

"You're late."

I entered the karaoke room that Kazuma reserved for us, which also happened to be the room I rick-rolled the boys in.

"I got held up by the teacher. Can't really do anything about that," I shrugged.

"Whatever. What did you call us here for?" asked Yamawaki Kyoji . According to my handy dandy memory, he was placed in Class 1-C for his gigantic ego.

"Yeah, Kazuma-san told us that you had something really important to tell us. Since you were his close friend, we didn't mind hearing you out." Nomura Yuuji added. Seems like Kazuma had more respect in his class than I thought.

There were a total of 6 people in the room, including myself. There was me, Yamawaki, Nomura, Yamashita, and Kinoshita. Basically a bunch of fodder that can contribute nicely to my gift.

"I do have something important to tell you guys. Before that though, let me introduce myself." I used all of my social skills in order to communicate amicably with these unsuspecting fellows. "I'm Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, and I have quite the offer for you lot. This could make you rich, and it could protect you from that Ryueen guy."

"Really? He's not lying right, Satou-kun?" Kinoshita said.

"Well, uhh, probably not," Kazuma chuckled while scratching the back of his head. Was he nervous because of my poker face?

"So? What's the deal?" Yamashita asked.

"Well, I need. . ."

Nagumo POV

Heh, this is perfect. I've completely won.

I just issued some orders to my goons, and now my victory is just a matter of time.

That Ayanokouji probably thought I would submit my recording of him. It was quite impressive how his voice sounded exactly like text to speech. I didn't even realize it that day since I was too sleepy, but he really sounded just like a robot.

However, did he think he could really outsmart me, the student council vice president? How naive. I already know how this school runs. He simply can't beat me.

Since the recording wasn't 'legitimate,' I just had to make a more realistic one. I ordered my subordinates to stalk Ayanokouji and record his conversations. Then, I could use these words as an input for an A.I. This program can imitate a human's voice with just some samples. Man, I love modern technology.

I could then make the program say whatever I want, and then edit it with the original recording to make it seem like he was threatening me and Nazuna. Man, I'm really such a genius. It was a good attempt, but it's too bad that your opponent was me, Ayanokouji.

One week later

I already got all my data and submitted the recording. The school technicians confirmed that it was real just yesterday. This trial is going to be an absolute slaughter.

"Hey Miyabi, we're going to be okay right? I'm pretty nervous. . ." Nazuna showed actual concern. It was weird that she wasn't berating me, but I guess she can be anxious at times as well.

"Damn right we're going to be okay. In fact, with all the evidence on our side, you could say we already won," I stated.

"Well, if you say so."

We entered the student council room along with our homeroom teacher. The only ones there were Horikita-senpai and the purple loli.

"I never thought I'd see you in another trial, but here we are, I guess." the student council president sighed.

"Now don't be like that, Horikita-senpai. Just watch, I'm going to destroy this insolent first-year."

"Now aren't you getting a bit too cocky, senpai." Ayanokouji entered the room along with a defect senpai and his homeroom teacher. She's pretty thicc if I have to say. Why do I feel Nazuna's gaze on me though?

"Hah, you think I can't beat your arrogant ass?"

"Language!" Loli-senpai reprimanded calmly.

"Ahem, let us start the trial then." Horikita-senpai shuffled through his papers.

"The plaintiff side has accused the defendant of violence and extortion of one million points. However, the defendant side claims that the plaintiff was lying and that he has an alibi. Is everything so far true?"

Me and Ayanokouji both nodded.

Horikita-senpai continued. "The evidence the plaintiff side provided consists of his injuries, the point transfer history of one million points, and a voice recording. May we play the voice recording?"

"Go ahead," I responded.

"I'll have to use some more unorthodox methods." Ayanokouji's voice sounded pretty normal. I turned my head to see his expression, but it didn't change. I'm sure he was pissing his pants though.

"What? Are you planning to use violence? How childish," I heard myself laughing.

"You seem to misunderstand me, senpai. Violence is simple, but it's not always the best method," he explained. "No, there's something much more effective then violence. I'm sure you know where I'm going with this, right?"

There was a thud noise, which I put in the recording for some extra flair.

"That's not how you treat a senpai, kouhai. With your intelligence, I'm sure you know better than that."

"Of course. But you see, I really need that one million points. Honestly, I don't want to do this either."

"Wha-what are you planning to do?" I heard Nazuna's scared voice.

"There's no need to be so scared. I said I wasn't going to use violence right? But if you're so curious, would you like to find out?"

"Fine, I'll give you the million points. But we won't forget this."

"Good. Oh, but since you already have connections within the first year, I'm not going to follow you yeah?"

The recording ended, and I burst out laughing.

"Hear that, Ayanokouji? It's you're complete loss! The evidence is completely on our side."

"Wha. . ."

"Yeah, you thought you were oh so smart, weren't you? Turns out you messed with the wrong person.

"Why. . .

how. . .

is it all going just according to plan?"

He let out the most vicious grin I've ever seen, which gave me some goosebumps.

No, did he predict what I was going to do? No, calm down Miyabi. It's just a bluff, a grin that's meant to doubt myself. Why else would such an apathetic man show any emotion at all?

"Well guys, I have absolute evidence that Nagumo-senpai here fabricated fake evidence. I have to admit though, your acting was impressive."

"Hey Miyabi, he's just bluffing, right? We're not losing, right?" Nazuna sounded genuinely scared. I guess she was off-put by his unsettling, malicious grin.

"Oi president, here's some recordings for you." Ayanokouji tapped around on his phone, likely mailing him whatever shit he recorded. Does he actually have some sort of evidence?

"Just give up Ayanokouji, you can't turn the tides now," I said, not even believing myself. I mean, just look at him! That's the most evil expression I've ever seen.

"Hmm, so it's a video recording. May I show it to everybody here?" Horikita-senpai asked.

"Of course, you may humiliate your vice president." Was Ayanokouji jeeringat me?

Horikita-senpai showed us his computer, which showed the goons that I sent after Ayanokouji. Cold sweat started pouring down my face. This isn't right. Did I lose?

"Hey, are we seriously going to stalk this one guy? What's the point anyways?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure Nagumo will reward us handsomely at the end. Don't question the almighty source of money." Did he just call me a source of money? I'll make sure to expel him later.

"Hey, that Ayanokouji guy is coming, let's record him."

"Well, free money woohoo! Yeah baby!"

"Shh, quiet down man, you can celebrate later."

The video showed them recording Ayanokouji with the audio recorders that I gave them. Well, I'm basically fucked, aren't I? Heh, I won't go down without a fight though.

"Wow, I'm impressed Ayanokouji. But I don't see how that recording proves anything?"

"You see Nagumo-senpai, you didn't record me because you're some sort of gay stalker, right? Nowadays, you can deepfake a voice on the internet quite easily. With my monotone voice, it was basically impossible to discern whether your recording had my real voice or not. I don't particularly blame the technicians for their mistake."

So he completely saw through my plans? Is this guy fucking omniscient or some shit? Am I just a side character?

No, that isn't enough evidence, I can still turn this around. Should I though? You know what. Fuck it.

"Is that enough evidence to prove that my recording was fake though? What if I was a gay stalker?"

"You seem mistaken about something, Nagumo-senpai."

"Hmm? What is it?"

"Gay people aren't real. At least, not on my watch."

". . ."

". . ."

Huh?

What the actual flying fuck?

Everyone in the room was silent. Complete silence.

"Well, what I'm saying is that you're not gay. You're a petty liar who faked that recording using deepfake technology and framed me for something I didn't do. I even have a recording of you using that deepfake technology. I also have an alibi with Soga-senpai here, as I was having dinner with him, not extorting your sorry ass."

I don't even know anymore. How do I even monologue this shit? All of this is bullshit, I want to go home.

"May I see the recording of Nagumo using the deepfake technology?" Horikita-senpai asked. For some reason he looked really excited?

"Sure senpai, let me just mail it to you."

Wait a minute, how did he even record me? I was in the fucking dorms! Man, I'm done with this shit.

Sure enough, senpai's screen showed me on my computer editing an audio recording.

"What do you have to say, Nagumo?" Horikita-senpai looked sternly at me.

Looks like I'll just resort to my last weapon: the truth! Mixed with some lies.

"Fine, you got me, I faked that recording. However, the fact that you extorted one million points is a fact. I wasn't recording at that time, so this was my only choice to come up with evidence. Everything in the recording was the same as what happened the day you extorted me. Right, Nazuna?"

However, instead of hearing an agreement, she said something that I didn't expect at all.

"Sorry Miyabi, but I don't know what you're talking about. You faked those injuries, didn't you? You gave those million points of your own free will. When you recorded my voice, I thought we were doing a skit for our school project? You were never extorted. You simply wanted to frame someone that posed a threat to you."

"Hey, why are you siding with him now?" Am I really getting betrayed here?

"I mean, it just doesn't make any sense. He never beat us up. You just gave him a million points because of some sort of deal." Her chagrined expression showed her unwillingness to even be here.

Bitch. Didn't she know that I was protecting her that time?

In the end, all women are just lying vixens. They play dirty in order to win in the end. How could I have forgotten?

"Looks like even your friend here is against you, Nagumo-senpai." Ayanokouji taunted me with his feral grin. "With all the evidence piled against him, will you bring down judgement, president?"

"Do you have anything to say, Nagumo?" Horikita-senpai asked.

"No. I completely and utterly lost. I give up," I responded despondently.

"It seems like this trial has come to an end, then. The defendant has been found to be innocent, with the plaintiff coming up with fake evidence. May the defendant decide the punishment then?"

"Yes sir. Well, how about it, Nagumo-senpai? Your fate is in my hands. Any last words?"

"No. It seems like I've been betrayed. Expel me if you want."

Ayanokouji seemed. . .disappointed? Did he expect me to put up more of a fight? I'm not sure of anything anymore.

"Really? The esteemed Nagumo is getting expelled, just like that? You won't even try to fight back?"

You know what? Maybe he's right. How can I get depressed just from losing? I guess the shock of being defeated for the first time in years was quite damaging to me. It doesn't matter who my opponent is, I will destroy anyone that opposes me.

"Do you want me to?" I replied.

"In my opinion, you have lots of potential. However, you're not able to challenge yourself. You already have complete control of the second year, and nobody could go against you. It would be a shame if I expelled such a promising student, don't you think?"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm giving you a choice. Give me all of your private points and stay in this school, or get expelled with all of your potential and dreams wasted. If you want to have any future at all, you know which option to choose, right?" Ayanokouji proposed to me.

I could either choose to give up my future prospects, or continue fighting. To achieve my dreams, or to give up and live the easy life? The choice is obvious.

"Fine. The punishment for me would be to give you all of my private points then. Deal?"

"Deal, Nagumo-senpai."

Everyone just watched our exchange in shock. Just you watch Nazuna, I'll make you regret your decisions.

"Whew. Now that that's done with, how about we have a little chat, you lying vixen?" I asked calmly.

* * *

Ayanokouji POV

I would be a fool to include Nagumo in my gift of gratitude.However, with that whole fiasco over, I'm now dirty rich. I can buy all the ice-cream I could ever want!

"Let's leave, Soga."

"Damn, you're just built different, huh? I'm not getting on your bad side anytime soon."

"It's good that you know."

I left the student council room along with Chabashira-sensei and Soga, leaving Nagumo to deal with his own problems.

I didn't expect Asahina to betray Nagumo, but even if she didn't, I still would've won easily. After all, I planned everything from the start.

Flashback (wooosh)

"So? What's the deal?" Yamashita asked.

"Well, I need some help with something, but it requires some manpower. You see, there's this group of people who's on a witch hunt for me. They are really a pain in the ass, so I want you guys to expose them."

"Expose them? Wait, what do you mean a group of people is hunting you down? This ain't the medieval era," commented Yamawaki.

"Well, all you need to know is that they hold some kind of grudge against me. As for how you'll expose them, you just have to record their conversations. Whether you record with your phone or with these microphones doesn't really matter, as long as you catch it."

I handed each of them some audio recorders that I got a while ago.

"Wait, how does this relate to making us rich?" Yamashita asked.

"Well, he's obviously going to give us points as a reward, duh. But I do wonder how it protects us from Ryueen?" Kinoshita responded.

"Well, here's the thing. I will share one million points between the four of you if you complete this task." A series of gasps were heard throughout the room.

"Ryueen's a violent tyrant, right? And if you reported him, you'd just lose all your points. However, with these points, you can get rid of him without suffering any damage yourself. The school did say that it doesn't condone bullying on the first day of school, after all. These are enough points to share with your friends if you want, and the audio recorders that you just received can be evidence for your report. It's a mutually beneficial deal, isn't it?" I explained.

"Damn, I won't even question how you got one million fucking points. I'm in!" Nomura grinned, and extended his hand. I didn't want to shake it, but it was a small price to pay for my wonderful gift.

"Wait, show us your balance first, then I'll make the deal," said Kinoshita. Wow, her IQ is above room temperature, amazing.

"Here." I showed her my phone, with a balance of 1,069,420 PP. She tapped around on the phone to confirm that it wasn't a photo, and nodded to herself.

"If we're doing this, we would need some sort of contract, right? I don't wanna get scammed after all," Yamawaki said.

"Yeah, we should probably do that," Yamashita agreed. That was a pointless sentence that added nothing whatsoever, but it added to the total word count, which means that it wasn't pointless after all. Yeah, I just wasted 5 seconds of your life, deal with it. Oh wait, you've already wasted lots of time reading this far into this shitty chapter, so author-san, who's right behind you, gives you his gratitude. Man, I really wonder if anyone will read this entire paragraph of monologue. I mean, it's just so long, right? Maybe it should be moved to the author's note section instead for extra retention rate? Oh wait, I don't earn any money from this, so I guess it doesn't really matter ahahaha.

(A/N TL;DR that paragraph is just me adding to the word count don't waste your time reading it.)

"Don't worry about that, I already made the memorandum beforehand. All you have to do is sign it."

I grabbed the piece of paper from my back pocket and spread it out on the table. I even prepared some pens for them. The paper read:

In exchange for providing the recordings requested by Ayanokouji Kiyotaka of Class 1-D, the students who sign this contract will receive a reward of one million private points. These points will be distributed evenly between the students. If Ayanokouji Kiyotaka doesn't provide the million points, the students that signed the contract are able to decide his punishment. If the recordings supplied do not fulfil the requirements specified below, then Ayanokouji Kiyotaka does not have to pay the one million points. Anyone that leaks this contract will face expulsion, along with the Class-C students that signed this contract.

Recording Requirements:

The contents of the recording has to be clear, with no distorted audio. The contents of the conversation that are recorded must be related to Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. Any irrelevant content will not meet the requirements.

Signed by:

_

The four students read over the contract, and they signed it with the pens provided.

"Alright, I will make four other copies of this contract so each of us has one." The others nodded their heads. "I will give you more instructions on how to proceed after I get the copies. Can you guys wait for me until then?" I queried.

"Sounds good to me," Nomura replied.

"Damn, 250000 points huh? I wonder what I should use it on. . ."

I left the karaoke room, and author-san was right outside.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.

"Hey, that's no way to talk to the person that's writing you. I'm here to make copies of the memorandum for you, since I don't want to write some boring sequence where you go to the faculty room and other shit." Author-san responded.

"Is this what you call plot-convenience?"

"Yep! You'll need to pay me 420 points though."

"Seriously? At least add an ice-cream as a bonus."

"Deal."

I got my four copies and a honey jalapeno pickle ice-cream, which tasted. . .unique. I walked back into the karaoke room and handed the copies out.

"Holy moly, that was fast. And you got an ice cream as well?" Yamawaki commented.

"Yeah, I'm even faster than the people who edited the Wikipedia page for Queen Elizabeth II."

"Um, okay? Anyways, what's the plan?" Kinoshita asked.

"Well, since there are four of you, I want you guys to position yourselves in specific positions after school ends. I will limit my movement to the areas around these positions. These positions will be the classrooms, the judo room, the convenience store, and the general area near the dorms. You can just plant one of these audio devices, but if you want to increase your chance of catching these conversations, you should try to record these people with your phone."

"Isn't that kind of risky though? What if we get caught?" Nomura questioned.

"Well, a million points come with some risk. Don't worry though, the people hunting me probably aren't that smart anyways." After all, the government documents showed that most of the competent people from the second year were already expelled.

"This is exciting, isn't it? It's like we're some secret agents or something!" Yamashita said.

"Consider it done then. You can count on us, Ayanokouji-san." Yamawaki asserted. Looks like the power of money made him respect me. Well, if his ego was so huge that he can't work with others, then he would probably be placed in Class-D. That reminds me of a certain someone.

Flashback end

I predicted that Nagumo would try to deepfake my voice for his recording. How? Plot-convenience, duh. With my big brain analyzing and psychology skills, I was able to manipulate Nagumo into doing what I wanted. That's a satisfactory answer right? Don't question the overpowered protagonist.

It was also simple to record Nagumo editing the audio file. All I did was use the hidden cameras that are planted in every dorm room. If it wasn't for Seno, my dear dorm receptionist, I would've never found out. Sneaky government.

"How did you do it?" Chabashira-sensei asked as we travelled down the flight of stairs to the first floor. Soga had some business in his classroom, apparently.

"With the power of friendship, duh."

Chabashira-sensei shook her head, knowing that she wouldn't get any answer out of me. She can try to threaten me again though. Oh wait, I have a recording that can fire her at any time, guess she can't do that.

I do have to say though, this school is easy. Way too easy. Future elite leaders of Japan my ass. The people here get blackmailed by me all the time, with no idea of how to retaliate. Well, I better focus on working on that gift.

Ryueen POV

It was Thursday, and tomorrow the midterms would be upon us. However, it wasn't just any Thursday. Lots of shit has been happening in this school lately.

Just a few days ago, Shiranami Chihiro dropped out of this school. Whoever posted that picture on the school forums is an absolute legend. The power of friendship didn't last long at all, huh?

Not only that, but I heard my classmates conspiring against me. Seriously, do these fuckers know who they're dealing with? The strategy they were using against me was similar to the one I came up with to sabotage other classes. It was like using a spell against the one who made that spell.

"Ryueen Kakeru, please head with me to the faculty room," Sakagami-sensei requested. Seems like he was a bit shaken up.

"Kukuku, I wonder what this is all about," I say as I look at Yamawaki, Nomura, Yamashita, and Kinoshita.

I followed Sakagami-sensei to the faculty room, where he told me that those four students reported me for violence against them. They had injuries all over themselves, which was the supposed "proof."

"Wow, that's crazy sensei, how could they accuse me of something I never did," I deadpanned. "What's going to happen now?"

"A trial will be held three days from now, where both sides will come to a conclusion. Just for reference, do you admit to beating them up, Ryueen?"

"Kukuku, of course not, do you take me for some sort of tyrant? You don't need to worry about me, sensei. I've already got all the evidence to prove that they were framing me. There's no need for a trial."

I showed him a recording where the four idiots were beating each other up, and talking about how they were finally going to get rid of me. His eyes opened in surprise, but it showed annoyance as well.

After all, if I never showed any evidence, there would only be punishment for me. However, four of my classmates are going to take the punishment instead, which is honestly a waste of class points.

"I see. Since there's no trial, the school will take the recording and punish your classmates accordingly. Is that okay?"

"Of course, I'm sure they'll only get suspended for a while."

In the end, useless baggage gets left behind. I didn't want to do this, but this was the only way to win. Everyone are just rocks by the roadside. Nobody in my class can even pose a challenge. All I had to do was order Ishizaki to keep an eye on my classmates and look at the results. It's pitiful.

I will have to question those four later. They wouldn't go against me if there wasn't some sort of incentive. Sure, not many of my dear classmates like how I run things, but by reporting me, they will lose their points and get a personal punishment from me.

Perhaps somebody gave an incentive of points to these people? I'll call him X for now. X has some big balls trying something like that. Maybe he's also the one who posted the picture of Shiranami?

Heh. X thinks just like me. Finally, a worthy opponent. Our battle will be legendary.

I returned to my classroom, where all of my classmates were waiting for me like obedient dogs. Except Shiina and Kazuma, they probably went to the library and the dorms respectively.

"Kukuku, apparently some of you reported me from violence, huh?" I menacingly walked to the four injured students, and slammed my fist on one of their desks. Everyone jolted up in surprise, while Ibuki just clicked her tongue. What a tsundere.

"The four of you. You're in big, big trouble. The school will probably suspend you for framing me." They looked back at me in fear and shock. After all, their plans were completely obliterated, just like that.

"So, spill the beans. Who gave you the balls to go against me?"

"Wha. . .what are you talking about, Ryueen-san? We don't like your way of doing things, so we just reported you," Yamawaki nervously stuttered.

"Do you take me for a fool, Yamawaki? Someone obviously gave you a bunch of points, or else you'd have no reason to report me, right?" I explained.

"It was Ayanokouji! Ayanokouji Kiyotaka from Class 1-D! He made us report you for points!" Nomura admitted.

"Hey, are you stupid? We're going to get expelled from leaking the contract! You fucking donkey!" Yamawaki exclaimed.

"What. . .we're getting expelled? Seriously? Nomura, I'm going to fucking kill you," Kinoshita threatened.

I have no fucking words. X played me. Or rather, these idiots run their mouths too much. Maybe it's for the best that they're expelled. . .

* * *

Ayanokouji POV

It was the day of the midterms. It was also the day that my gift would be completed.

"There are no absences today. It appears everyone is present."

Chabashira-sensei strode through the classroom with a bold smile on her face.

"That's the first hurdle for you leftovers. Are there any questions?"

"We've studied diligently these past few weeks. I don't think that anyone will fail."

"Oh my. You sound quite confident, Hirata."

Everyone wore a confident look. The teacher promptly took up the test papers and passed them out. Our first period test was for social studies. Out of everything they had studied, it was probably the easiest subject. Too bad everything they studied weren't on the midterms anyway.

"If anyone stumbles here, the other tests will be an uphill battle, quite frankly. You'll take this midterm and the final exam in July. If no one fails either test, you'll be rewarded with a vacation during your summer break."

"A vacation?"

"That's right. A dream vacation on an island surrounded by the brilliant blue sea."
"Wh-what is this strange pressure..." one of the boys muttered.

Chabashira-sensei stepped back from the obvious tension the students exuded... mostly the boys.

"Everyone. Let's do our best!"

"Yeah!" Ike howled along with our classmates.

Before long, everyone had their test papers. On the teacher's signal, everyone began. I saw that everyone was pretty confused, as none of the topics they studied were on the exams. I started on my own paper. However, after about 10 minutes, some people held their stomachs in pain.

"Sensei, may I go to the bathroom? I can't hold it in," Yamauchi asked.

"Me too, I think I ate something bad," Miyamoto added.

Chabashira-sensei facepalmed, and she let them go. Man, those laxatives work pretty fast, huh. Seems like the lucky people that got water from the water dispenser that was right outside the classroom were Yamauchi and Miyamoto.

The two were gone for about half of the exam, so it's safe to say that they're pretty fucked. I finished my paper and stared outside the window. This time I saw the Keyaki employee trying to ride a huge fluffy bunny. I don't even know anymore. Maybe she has down syndrome or something.

After finishing all the midterms for the day, I met up with Kazuma and the boys. Apparently, the four students that Kazuma introduced to me were all expelled. Damn, that's crazy. I invested one million points, and in return got thirteen million points from Nagumo and sacrifices for my gift. Quite nice, I must say.

"I heard that four students from Class 1-A were expelled as well for cheating on the midterms. Man, your year is crazy. You guys are losing students faster than my dad left me," John joked.

"Didn't your year lose a bunch of students as well because of that Nagumo dude or whatever?" Kazuma inquired.

"Yeah, that's true," John responded. "Not all at once though. Maybe your year has a Nagumo as well that's just expelling everyone."

"I sure hope not," Kazuma muttered.

"Come on, cheer up everyone! I'm sure that all of us can graduate this school with no problems!" Harambe cheered us on, dispersing the tense atmosphere.

"Well, it's just that when four students are expelled from your class, that's a loss of 400 class points. Man, I'm going to be dirt poor now," Kazuma complained. "But isn't it weird that the four people who became friends with you were also the ones that got expelled? That's kinda suspicious, Kiyotaka."

"Coincidences can be freaky," I responded. "Maybe life just doesn't want me to have too many friends, or else they'll all get cut off."

"Skill issue ratio L bozo get good my dad can beat up your dad," John commented. Maybe his dad is just that powerful. "But really, something's wrong with your year. Eight students expelled, and a student that dropped out because someone posted a picture of her. Although it was kinda hot, I saved it in my photos."

"Same man," Kazuma agreed.

I was worried for Harambe, as he seemed to be sort of allergic to degeneracy. Oh well, at least it's better than getting shot.

* * *

Chabashira-sensei strode into the classroom, looking around at the students.

Everyone was clearly anxious, holding their breath in anticipation of the test results.

"Sensei. We were told that the results would be announced today, but when?"

"There's no need for you to get so worked up, Hirata. You should have passed quite easily."

"So, when will the results be released?"

"Well, if you'd like, now is as good a time as any. If we waited to do it after class, we wouldn't have enough time for other procedures."

Some of the students visibly reacted to the words "other procedures."

"What...do you mean by that?"

"Don't get flustered. I'll tell you now."

As usual, she revealed the details simultaneously and collectively. She stuck a large, white sheet of paper with everyone's names and test scores onto the blackboard.

"Honestly, you guys are complete idiots. How all of you did so bad is beyond me," Chabashira-sensei ridiculed.

"But sensei, the topics you gave us weren't even on the test?" Sotomura pointed out.

". . ."

". . ."

"Ahem, anyways, since the class average was so low, all of you passed."

Everyone cheered around the room. Perhaps this was the first time that some of them achieved anything in life.

"Except Miyamoto Soshi and Yamauchi Haruki. Both of you failed on the social studies test."

Yamauchi had a score of 11, while Miyamoto had a score of 18. The passing score was 21, so Chabashira-sensei drew a red line above their names.

"What? That's not fair sensei! We were in the bathroom for around half the exam!" Yamauchi protested.

"Yeah! We should be given another chance to retake the test!" Miyamoto complained.

"Rules are rules. You can't retake the tests. Both of you are expelled. Although you. . .struggled valiantly, you still weren't able to pass.You'll be asked to fill out a withdrawal form after class, but you will need to have a legal guardian present when you do so. I'll contact them for you."

Chabashira's words dropped like a bomb on the class, which I'm sure everyone was basically used to by now. Even Hirata looked tired after the umpteenth nuke.

"Is there really no way to save them?" Hirata showed his concern.

"They're being expelled. They got failing grades."

"Could we possibly see their answer sheets?"

"Even if you look it over, you won't find any grading mistakes. I was expecting that you'd protest."

She took out their social studies answer sheets and handed it to Hirata, who immediately looked over every problem along with Yukimura. His expression turned dark when he reached the end.

"There...are no mistakes."

"Well, if you're all in agreement, homeroom is over."

I started walking back to the dorms.

Finally, over the span of three weeks, I was able to complete my gift. I asked Google for the size of my gift, which was 13. Everything had gone to plan. Four students each expelled from Class 1-A and Class 1-C. A dropout from Class 1-B. Two expelled students from Class 1-D. The removal of a government official. However, I spared the 13th person, which was Nagumo-senpai.

As a proper student of Advanced Nurturing High School, it's my job to make sure the environment is clean and that the students here grow up into upstanding elite leaders of Japan. By getting rid of the useless students, I'm preserving the integrity of this school and the future of Japan.

I spared Nagumo-senpai because he had potential to be an actual leader, unlike the ones that got expelled. They were born to rot at the bottom of society, not to lead. Expelling these 12 people even saved the government lots of money with the reduction of class points. Instead of spending so much money on useless people, the government has more finances to improve the state of society.

If the students at this school were really elites, then I would've given a different gift. Really, I'm just the nicest guy ever. Even though I'm disappointed at the lack of elites in this school, I still made a gift. Even though the school was not as fun as I expected, I still showed my gratitude.

This is my gift of gratitude for letting me enrol in this school, Chairman Sakayanagi. I hope you enjoy it.

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Congratulations! You just finished volume 1 of Savagekouji! Let me reward you with a super long author's note so you can continue procrastinating on whatever you need to do.

Since I love democracy, let's have a little vote for what I should do next:

Make an Ichika x Kiyotaka fan-fiction (more horny)

Make a Nanase x Kiyotaka fan-fiction (more fluff)

Make a one-shot series (bunch of weird shit)

Congratulations, you voted for nothing, because I'm going to do the one-shot series. Get fucked hahahaha. Maybe I'll include these ships in my one-shots if they get a lot of support. Just be warned, I'm shit at writing romance.

Also I gave some drip to ma boi in the cover (yeah all I did was add 2 PNGs):

I'll give him a supreme jacket if this chapter reaches 1000 votes (I don't feel like learning photoshop nor commissioning someone else to do it (unless if you're willing to do it for free =ω=)). Yeah, it's not possible, just like how Ayanokouji can't ever beat Goku.

You may have noticed that this chapter was pretty long. Well, I decided to stick with a format for these volumes. Ten chapters each (not including SS), with the final chapter being some sort of long epic finale for that volume. Btw let me know who's SS you want to see, I'll be doing four and one of them is going to be my OC Seno Yumi so you decide the other three.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this volume, even if some of the chapters were just boring filler lol. Please tell me what you thought of this volume. Criticizethe shit out of me. Was it too confusing? Were there too many plot holes? Any feedback would be appreciated.

You can ask me any question you want here, and I'll answer them. Just like a Q . There're no dumb questions, right? Right?

Thanks for all the follows, reads, and votes! I'm grateful to all you readers for sticking with me and getting to this point. I guess you could call this chapter my "gift of gratitude" to you, the reader. Welp, that's all from me.

See you next time.

SS Reminiscent Encounter

I started walking towards the first-year dormitories for another day of work. It was a new school year, so over the last few days, I've seen lots of new faces. Ah, the beauty of youth.

Yet, in this school, the almost blinding smiles of these children will soon disappear. I observed that there were even more spendthrifts this year, bringing tons of consumables back to the dorms every day. Honestly, I've never seen such reckless students in all the time I've been working here, even though the previous Class D's were also pretty bad.

It was 5:30 A.M when I arrived at the dorms, 30 minutes before I needed to arrive. I sat behind the dorm receptionist's table, pulled out the table cabinet, and grabbed my hair comb. I started styling my long pixie bob haircut and swept my side bangs backward.

I opened the side monitors on the table and grabbed a box of strawberry Pocky from the other table cabinet. The dorm lobby was pretty quiet, so I brought out my laptop and played some relaxing coffee shop jazz music. Pretty ironic since I don't drink coffee.

I looked at the news on my laptop while occasionally looking over at the side monitors to see if any students have woken up. After browsing some boring politics, I opened up Wikipedia, and as a prestigious editor, added some finishing touches to Queen Elizabeth II's page.

Over the last two days, editors constantly changed this page due to her surprising death. Lots of people made spelling mistakes, and grammar errors, and there were even some trolls writing about a conspiracy theory that the Queen faked her death because she's supposed to be 'immortal.' Even though these mistakes were annoying for me to fix, I enjoyed this kind of relaxing life.

This relaxing life was what was missing three years ago. Constantly working every day and not having time for anything else was quite draining. That's why I quit being a lawyer and worked at this school instead, where I bask in the presence of youth every day. I felt like I was retired, even though I'm only in my 30's.

However, this image of relaxation was soon broken by the boy that entered the dorm lobby. He went down the emergency stairs instead of the elevator, so I didn't spot him on the monitors.

"Heading to school?" I asked, even though I knew that wasn't his purpose due to his lack of baggage. Or maybe he's one of those minimalists who has everything he needs in his school locker. Every student had a different lifestyle, and it was interesting to observe them.

"Nobody heads to school this early in the morning," he responded. "I just have some business with you, Seno Yumi."

Was he a delinquent? He has no respect for me. Or maybe he simply doesn't use honorifics with anyone. My experiences as a lawyer have taught me that you can never judge a book by its cover. I judge a book with every perspective there is, grounded in reason and logic.

"And what kind of business do you have?" I sighed. I hope it's not some sort of leakage that I have to deal with.

"It's about the fraud you committed three and a half years ago," he sneered.

How the hell does a student even get this information? The only people that know my past here are the chairman, the principal, and the government officials that work here. There's no way any of them revealed my information to a student though.

"I'm a dorm receptionist. What fraud have I ever committed?" I probed him to see how much he knew.

"Hmm, let's see. You worked together with some lawyer to scam a bunch of money out of a clueless citizen that tried to sue someone. No progress was ever made in the court, and you were that clueless guy's lawyer. You kept 80% of the money he paid you, while you gave 20% of the money to the defendant's side to act stupid so you could prolong the whole affair and earn more money. Correct?"

". . .What?" I kept acting like I didn't know anything, even though he got everything down to the last detail. Keeping up your lie to the end can often make the other side doubt themselves and back down.

Although, this student did remind me of one of my defendants. Straight-forward makes his point clear and forms clear arguments. Even though I was probably about to get blackmailed, I can't help but reminisce about the events that happened that day. I'm pretty sure the defendant was called Matsuo, and the one that was against him was a man named Ayanokouji.

"You know what I'm talking about. Even though it's not related to my case, I do know you."

"I can't recall meeting you though?"

"Fair enough, it was Matsuo who told me about you after all."

Could he be. . .? They do look similar. . .

"My name is Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, and you're going to protect me at this school."

A/N

865 words

The plot unravels, only with more mysteries popping up! How exciting.

Next three side stories should come out this week. If not, you can come and slap me to remind me.

By the way, do you take cold showers?

SS Disaster

(A/N This is pretty cursed so mentally prepare yourself for this one)

I walked up the stairs, onto the rooftop for another session. I've always loved watching the sunset; the vibrant hues of yellow, purple, and red spreading all over the clouds and sky. It was absolutely beautiful, which is why I choose this time for my daily ritual.

The heat of the shining sun mixed with the coldness of the pavement creates sensual bliss throughout the body, a perfect balance of temperature. It was like yin and yang, opposite but interconnected forces.

I take out my phone issued by the school, and opened it to see the pulchritudinous wallpaper of Honami. Ah, my love, Honami. Ma beauté had such a gorgeous smile on her face, and I subconsciously reached down and began the ritual.

* * *

I cleaned up after myself like a good girl and began walking back down the stairs. I turned on my notifications again, since I didn't want them to interrupt my holy ritual. They flooded my screen, which left me severely discombobulated. People rarely messaged me; why am I getting so many of them now?

I opened the messages, and the petrifying, words sent chills down my spine. Especially from Honami.

[18:47;Ma beauté: Chihiro, this isn't you right?]

[18:47; Ma beauté: Someone photoshopped this right?]

[18:48; Ma beauté: Do you know who did this to you?]

Ah, too many questions. Why did this happen to me? I didn't respond to any of the messages; I've been caught in my ritual and I didn't even notice. What is life? What is the meaning of life? Why do I exist? I could feel myself becoming more and more nihilistic by the second.

Wait! I could still save this! I could just say someone photoshopped me maliciously, and I could be saved! Ah, Honami, nobody can separate us. We are bound by fate.

I logged onto the school bulletin board, and saw the viral picture of myself. I commented on the post:

Who photoshopped me? How can you be so cruel இஇ

Heh, nobody can stop me. I can even report this to the school for slander and bullying to expel that daredevil. In fact, I'm going to do that right now. No one should step in where they don't belong.

As I was walking down the stairs, I opened up the school mail in order to file a complaint. The heretic must be banished.

However, a new, ominous message appeared on the school bulletin board, grabbing my attention. Instead of an image, it was a video. I could hear my own moaning ringing through my ears.

Hey, isn't life meaningless?Existentialism is just a facade; there's no real purpose to life. There's no bigger goal, no point to life. All of it is useless.

I changed the contents of my mail to drop out of this school instead. I could no longer pursue anything. My life is ruined.

This fruitless endeavor was a complete disaster.

A/N

520 words

You might have asked, what the hell is this chapter? This is so OOC! And my response is, it's a sentimental piece that's devoted to the fallen. A tribute, even. May we pay respect to this brave girl.

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SS Blunder

Today was the day of the midterms. After checking my backpack by the dorm receptionist, I made my way to Class 1-A. I brought some of the answer sheets just in case if my classmates were going to frame me. Logically, it was pretty hard to believe, but for some reason, I had a strong conviction in my mind that I was definitely going to be framed.

I subconsciously checked the pockets of my clothes just in case, but there was nothing. * Sigh* I was getting way too paranoid these days.

I arrived at the classroom, and half of the students were already there. "Hey Katsuragi-san," I greeted my seatmate. "Hey Yahiko. Are you prepared for the test?"

"Yep! Been studying like the good Class A student I am," I responded. I opened my backpack, just to find a bunch of answer sheets stuffed in there. I looked at Shimazaki, who was chatting with his group of friends. Those pieces of shit think they can frame me, huh? Good thing someone told me about this scandal. . .I forgot his name.

"Are you fine, Yahiko? You don't seem too good," Katsuragi-san observed. Oh, I guess I was spacing out, haha.

"Actually Katsuragi, I got some answer sheets for us to review! This will certainly raise our grades!" I declared, letting the people around us hear me, including those scumbags.

"Where did you get these?" Katsuragi-san asked me.

"Oh, um, my friend gave them to me," I responded. I mean, even though I don't remember his name, he still helped me out, so I'm not really lying, right? But these papers were put in my backpack by Shimazaki and the others, so I guess I am lying.

"Well, they seem like they cover what we learned. But why didn't you give us this review material earlier?" Shimazaki queried. He came over and took a look. Bastard. How could he say that when he has a copy of it himself?

"My friend gave these to me last minute as some quick cram material right before the exam," I explained. When he took a look, I grabbed one of the answer sheets from the foldable bag in my pocket and discreetly inserted it into his back pocket. Tsukakasi also came over, and I used the same method to frame him as well. I felt like it was natural, like I was born to do this.

"Do you need any material to review for the exam as well?" I sat on Toba's table and asked Toba and Yamamura, who were the other two perpetrators that tried to frame me.

"Nah, we're well prepared for this," Toba responded.

"Yeah, this is free," Yamamura added.

"I see then," I said. I reached behind my back to put the answer sheet in Toba's pencil case. I walked by Yamamura's table, sticking a cheat sheet on the back of her pencil case. If I put it on her water bottle, she might discover it before the exam starts. Speaking of which, the exam starts in two minutes.

Katsuragi was reviewing some of the material when he posed a question. "Hey Yahiko, I know this sounds like an odd request, but can I check your backpack?"

"Um, sure?"

I gave him my backpack, which didn't contain anything bad in it. I made sure to store away all my manga and light novels in the dorms instead since I wouldn't have time to read them on exam day anyways. Wait, was he going to try and frame me as well? Nah, Katsuragi-san wouldn't do that, I trust him.

"This is troubling. . ." Katsuragi-san muttered.

"What is?" I asked in confusion.

"There were a few more answer sheets in your backpack, which were honestly hidden very well. You weren't planning to cheat were you?"

"Oh, of course not! I guess I didn't even spot the answer sheets I stored myself! Silly me," I drily laughed. Man, if it wasn't for Katsuragi-san's observation skills, I might've actually been in trouble there. Those bastards were really sneaky.

I saw Sakayanagi and her clique walk in just one minute before the exams started. Heh, this is why Katsuragi is a better leader. He always arrives early, a quality that every leader should have. Sakayanagi always arrives just before class starts, and even if she was disabled, she should just wake up earlier. People are obviously just simping for her because of her looks, not her leadership.

"By the way Yahiko, di-" The bell rang, interrupting whatever Katsuragi was going to say. Eh, probably not important anyways. Mashima-sensei handed out our exam papers; the first subject was social studies.

We finished our exams, but before we could relax, Mashima-sensei made an announcement.

"Attention Class A, the school received an anonymous report that there are some cheaters in here. The report was from one of the staff, who got the information from a student. She didn't specify any student, so we will be checking every student's belongings until we confirm that none of you are cheating."

Heh, I don't know how he did it, but I guess this is the end for you four. This is what you get for going against me!

The teacher reached my table, searched all my belongings, and found nothing. Then, he moved forward to Shimazaki's table. Hehe, goodbye bozo, we don't need your neutral ass in here anyways.

"What's that in your pocket, Shimazaki Ikkei? You too, Tsukakasi Taiga. Oh wow, everyone in the front row is cheating. Toba Shigeru and Yamamura Miki as well? I'm very disappointed in you four." Mashima-sensei sighed.

"What! I swear, who the hell put this in my pocket!" Shimazaki exploded. However, a lot of us simply looked at him in disappointment and disbelief. It was a blemish on the Class A name for four students to have cheated in the midterms.

The four continued to make a ruckus while Mashima-sensei escorted them to the faculty office. The class sat in silence; everyone was speechless. Four of our classmates were expelled just like that. Yet, I don't regret it. It was for my own safety after all. As long as I win in the end, that's all that matters.

"What do you think about this, princess?" Hashimoto asked Sakayanagi.

"Fufu, all I can say is school is finally getting interesting," she responded.

"Aren't you disappointed in your classmates for cheating?"

"Well, isn't it obvious? They didn't cheat; somebody framed them. If you thought about it logically, the four of them had very good grades; they don't need to cheat. I sure hope there isn't a traitor in our class," Sakayanagi remarked. "If there was, then they made a horrible blunder."

Uh oh. Her gaze was like a cobra, observing each of us for any reaction. I could feel my heartbeat quickening and my face losing color.

"What's wrong, Totsuka? You don't look too well." Sakayanagi said.

"Um, I-"

"If I may? You see, poor Yahiko was going to get framed by those four, so he attacked them back in self-defense. If he didn't, they would've kept trying to expel him for the rest of the school year. Cut him some slack." Katsuragi asserted, leaving everyone in shock. Sakayanagi, however, looked amused instead.

"Is that so? You're not working with the traitor are you, Katsuragi?" Sakayanagi questioned.

"Of course not, I only work to act in this class's best interest," Katsuragi responded.

"Really? I can't seem to trust that. After all, you allowed four students to get expelled. Is that real ly acting in the class's best interest?"

It was a standoff between Sakayanagi and Katsuragi. That's why I had to give Katsuragi some of my support.

"How could you say that! Those four maliciously attacked me. I simply protected myself!" I protested.

"Really? I wonder if that's really the truth. I mean, you didn't get expelled, but those four did. Even Katsuragi admitted that you were responsible for their expulsions. Katsuragi, you and your faction don't act for this class. You act for yourself. I mean, even if those four were trying to get Yahiko expelled, isn't it better to lose one than to lose four?"

Sakayanagi's argument was grounded in cold logic, with no involvement of who was right or wrong. It was like she thought in numbers. I mean, who would choose to expel one good person over four evil people just for some extra class points?

"What! We obviously needed to get rid of the people that are trying to expel me, why are you blaming me?" I lashed back.

Sakayanagi kept her stupid smug smile, and responded, "You're still claiming that it was in self-defense, but you have zero evidence. What it seems to me is that you're too childish and hold needless grudges, which is a huge demerit to this class. Unless you come up with evidence, this class will brand you as traitors."

"Wait! I have evidence right here." Katsuragi took out his phone and showed the recording of me interacting with my "childhood friend."

"Hmm? What is this supposed to be?" Sakayanagi seemed a bit surprised, but then emanated even more smugness, which really irritated me.

"As you can see here, Yahiko's friend is telling him how his classmates plotted against him and were planning to expel him. I even found these answer sheets in his backpack," Katsuragi showed us the answer sheets.

"Again, what is this supposed to be? Hmm?" Sakayanagi asked in a passive-aggressive voice. "I don't see how this proves anything. There's no audio, and I certainly don't think those answer sheets came from Shimazaki and the others. If they got review material, they would've announced it to the entire class instead of doing something petty like framing your dog, wouldn't you agree?"

"I. . ."

"It's your loss, Katsuragi. It's clear just how incompetent you and your followers are. I'll be leading this class from now on."

Katsuragi-san. . .lost? How did it come to this? What is the meaning of life? Was it all my fault? No, it was that "childhood friend" guy! I will get my revenge.

A/N

1746 words

Maybe I should rename the fic to Savage Arisu instead

Yahiko's monologues may seem badly written, but luckily I have the excuse of "he's a dumb character." Always works.

Maybe it was a bad idea to include so much plot in a side story, but oh well. I hope you don't mind Arisu finding out about Kiyo and taking control of the class this early. Her class did lose 400 class points after all, so might as well give her a chance.

I might be able to publish another SS tomorrow, depending on how fast I speedrun my schoolwork. I certainly hope I don't fuck up my grades somehow.

Thanks for reading, and see you soon!

SS Expelled

"Heh, did you see that, that exam was super easy! As expected of me," I gloated to my friends. For the multiple choice questions I used the ABACADABA method, filling in each question with this pattern. As expected of me, finding such an overpowered method. I wasn't able to complete the essay questions because I had to take a shit, but I should be fine.

"Bro you were like absent for half of the exam, are you sure you're going to pass?" Kanji asked.

"Heh, you're underestimating my academic prowess. It's because the exam was so easy that I can leave for half the exam!"

"Hmm, Miyamoto left for the bathroom around the same time as you. Wait, don't tell me you. . ." Ken had a concerned look on his face for some reason. Oh wait, he's probably underestimating me as well.

"Of course I didn't cheat! Do I look like someone that would cheat?"

". . ."

"No! Of course not! I'm too smart for that!" Man, I wish I thought ahead and put some cheat sheets in the bathroom. If I looked at the questions on the midterms, then paired it with the answer on the cheat sheet, I could fill in the answer on the exam without getting caught! Wow, sometimes I'm surprised at how smart I am.

"Dude can you stop yelling, it hurts my ears," Kanji complained. Hmph, he simply can't comprehend my greatness I guess.

"By the way, I might not be able to pass," Ken said.

"What? Why?" Kanji asked.

"Most of the things I studied for wasn't even on the test; I might be a bit screwed here."

"Well, not like you studied much anyways!" Miyamoto joined in the conversation. "Don't worry though, everybody in my study group also studied the wrong topics. The class average will probably be so low that all of us pass."

"Whew, that's good then," Ken sighed in relief.

"Looks like all of us are going to do shit then," Kanji remarked. "By the way Miyamoto, you didn't do anything in the bathroom with Haruki, did you?"

"Bro what's wrong with you, you know full well just how down bad we are, why even ask?" Miyamoto asked.

"Yeah Kanji, are you stupid? Let me tell you, I took such a fat shit in the toilet it got clogged," I explained.

Kanji sighed and went to study for the next exam, which was Japanese. I guess I should do that as well; even a genius needs refreshers, after all.

Sae-chan-sensei came back into the classroom with a new stack of papers, and we swiftly began the Japanese exams.

* * *

Chabashira-sensei strode into the classroom carrying a large white sheet of paper. She stuck the sheet of paper on the blackboard, showing everyone's name and test scores. Even if everyone got to see the awesome grade of the awesome Haruki, it felt like she was invading people's privacy by publicizing the scores. (A/N In my school the teachers made sure that you couldn't see other people's scores when handing out the complete exams to everyone, but maybe it's different in Japan)

"Honestly, you guys are complete idiots. How all of you did so bad is beyond me," Chabashira-sensei ridiculed.

"But sensei, the topics you gave us weren't even on the test?" Sotomura pointed out.

". . ."

". . ."

"Ahem, anyways, since the class average was so low, all of you passed."

Everyone cheered around the room. As expected of me, lowering my score to make sure that everyone passes.

"Except Miyamoto Soshi and Yamauchi Haruki. Both of you failed on the social studies test."

Huh? What? Nah, this is bullshit, I'm not getting expelled.

"What? That's not fair sensei! We were in the bathroom for around half the exam!" I protested. Honestly, this school is so unfair. First taking away our allowance, then threatening me with expulsion. They will learn the wrath of Yamauchi Haruki after this.

"Yeah! We should be given another chance to retake the test!" Miyamoto complained as well.

"Rules are rules. You can't retake the tests. Both of you are expelled. Although you. . .struggled valiantly, you still weren't able to pass. You'll be asked to fill out a withdrawal form after class, but you will need to have a legal guardian present when you do so. I'll contact them for you."

Oh my spittidy bibbity what the actual flying fuck is this like how what excuse me seriously what like really bitch?

"Is there really no way to save them?" Hirata asked. Shut up pretty boy, no one asked.

"They're getting expelled. They got failing grades."

"Could we possibly see their answer sheets?"

"Even if you look it over, you won't find any grading mistakes. I was expecting that you'd protest."

She took out my social studies answer sheets and handed it to Hirata, who immediately looked over every problem along with Yukimura. Gosh, look at him showing fake concern just to get more girls. Isn't your stupid harem big enough already?

"There. . .are no mistakes."

Huh? I bet he's just saying that to get me expelled! That damn ikemen. . .

"Well, if you're all in agreement, homeroom is over."

"Wait sensei! I want to confirm as well," I objected.

"Just give up Yamauchi, both of us got fucked by some shitty food and we can't do anything about it," Miyamoto said. This fucker. He wants me expelled as well!

"What! We don't deserve to be expelled! What the fuck man!" I yelled.

"No matter how much you struggle, the results won't be changed. Pack your bags and go to the faculty office," Sae-sensei commanded.

Miyamoto left, but I wasn't going to give up yet.

"I'm not going anywhere until the school calls off my expulsion," I stated. "Cry about it."

However, Sae-sensei dragged me by the ear to the faculty office. It was pretty hot, so I didn't resist.

"Hey Sae-chan-sensei, are you sure you want to expel me? You'll regret getting rid of your best student."

"Shut up and get in." I got pushed into the faculty room. Miyamoto and some other teachers were here as well. Sae-sensei wasn't pulling my ear anymore, which made me realize that I was getting expelled. Again. Please God no. I don't want to go back to my family; dad's belt hurts like hell!

"Wait sensei, we can talk this out right? Since you're the best teacher ever, you'll give me a chance to retake the test right?" I implored.

"Seems like you really want to stay in this school. I don't make the rules though, so too bad for you," Sae-sensei responded.

"Just give up Yamauchi, we can always apply next year," Miyamoto said.

"That's a great idea, Miyamoto. Sadly, this school doesn't accept anyone that's been expelled before, so don't even try," Sae-sensei cut his dream short.

Well, fuck. "Well, shit," Miyamoto said.

"Right. I'll contact your parents, and in the meantime you guys can take a look at the withdrawal form." Sae-sensei stated. She went through some papers, and then started dialling a phone number.

"Good morning Yamauchi Ryota, I regret to inform you that your son has been expelled due to failing the midterm exams. Please come pick him up."

"What? He got expelled again? Can I disown him?" I heard my dad's voice from the phone. Wait, don't tell me that old man's kicking me out? Well, it's his loss to be honest.

"You can do that after you pick him up, sir."

"I'm coming to beat his ass right now."

The phone call ended abruptly, and Sae-sensei looked at me with a cold look. Damn, she's so thicc and hot, holy shit I'm going to c-

The faculty door slammed open, and my dad strode in, dual wielding his two belts. Wait, how is he that fast? What the he-

"Haruki, I heard you got expelled? Just when I thought you accomplished something by getting accepted in this school, you got your sorry ass expelled?"

"Wait dad, I can expla-"

Crack

I screamed in agony from my dad's dual wielding skills. Ugh, I'm losing consciousness. How are those belts so fucking powerfu-?

Whip

Bang

Crash

A/N

1331 words

Somebody wanted a Yamagod SS so here you go. You know who you are. Let us pay respect to the fallen yet again.

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ucking expelled mf lmao

Chapter 11-Cruising

Class 1-D gathered on the bow of the ship, two students missing because of the midterms we had earlier in Spring. Now that the seasons have changed, the school rewarded us with a vacation on a fairly large luxury liner. Apparently, we were heading towards some sort of deserted island. I wonder if it was as big as my private island.

"Woohoo! This school is the best!" Ike shouted. "If only Haruki was here. . ."

"Kanji, he's long gone. We should experience this vacation to the best of our ability. . .for Haruki!" Sudou shouted.

"Yeah! You're right Sudou! We should definitely experience it for him!"

Usually, somebody would shut up this idiot duo, but they were all taking in the amazing scenery of the expansive ocean and the light breeze washing over them. I would do it myself, but I didn't care enough to shut them up.

The ship's facilities were free of charge, meaning we could buy anything we want without worrying about our private points. Although points weren't a problem for me, it was pretty nice for everything to be free. Perhaps the chairman felt that my gift of gratitude was so great, that he felt bad saving so much money and gave us this trip instead.

"Attention, students. Please assemble on the deck. You will be able to see the island soon. This is a good time to take in some rather significant scenery."

The ship's PA speakers announced something rather strange, so this deck was probably going to get crowded pretty soon. While I do know everything about my schoolmates, I haven't met a good amount of them.

Students started trickling in, and the island appeared on the horizon after a few minutes. Students let out gleeful cries, although some of them were sulking due to the inability to get over their friends' expulsion. Man, this special exam is going to be so easy.

"Hey, you're in the way. Move it, you defects."

Some Class 1-A nerd tried to intimidate me and shove my shoulder, but he failed and bounced back instead. I looked at him, and he began getting a little bit worried. If I recalled correctly, his name was Machida Koji.

"Well, that guy's screwed," Sudou commented.

"Oi! I said mo-"

I flicked his forehead precisely with my middle finger, causing a minor concussion. He stumbled back a step as a result, holding his forehead due to the pain.

"You defect, wa-"

"Machida, I will absolutely ruin your pitiful life if you're not careful." I took a step forward and looked down at him. "Hmm, should I go after your classmates? Your friends? Ooh, maybe I can ruin your family's life as well. You've got a brother in college as well, right? Maybe I'll come after him if you try to report and expel me."

"Man, poor guy's getting bullied. Well, nobody can come after our class with him here," said Sotomura.

"Yeah! Show em who's boss! Didn't four of your classmates get expelled in the midterms, Machida? And you call us defects!" Makida shouted. (A/N he's that guy who got trained by Sudou in volume 11)

I was surprised anybody still showed me support in my class, although their fighting spirit is practically indomitable. . .as long as they win. Well, I guess that applies to anyone.

"H-how do you know so much about me? W-what are you, my stalker?" Machida dryly laughed.

"Aren't you the one always stalking me? Honestly, I thought gay people were a conspiracy theory until I met you," I stated. Gaslighting people was always fun.

"Ew, you hear that? I can't believe he's gay."

"Damn, how is he in Class A?"

"Wasn't there some lesbian in Class B as well?"

"S-stop lying! I don't even know you!" Machida shouted as a last resort.

"Machida, have you ever considered shutting up? You're disrupting everybody's pleasant vacation here."

"Fuck you!"

"No thanks."

"I-ugh, fuck this shit I'm out."

"I feel bad for the shit."

Machida stormed off into depression, carrying a newfounded bad reputation. Soon, the whole school's going to think he's gay. Who knows, maybe he'll drop out as well and the school can save even more money.

Hirata, observing this whole spectacle on the side, glared at me and returned to the cabins. Wow, this whole place reeks of depression. I wonder why. He and Karuizawa were also becoming more distant, and as both of their social statuses begin to drop, Class D's hierarchy was beginning to shift once again.

I turned back to the ocean, waiting for the island to come fully in view. My classmates seemed to be avoiding me a bit, although I could tell some of them were thankful for preserving Class D's spot on the deck.

People went about their business, blabbering stuff like calling each other by first names. Ike looked like he could start flying after Kushida called him by his first name. It was becoming a crowd, and they were getting riled up as we sailed closer to the island.

I'd thought that the ship would have gone directly to the island, but instead we passed the pier and started circling around. The island, on loan from the government, had a surface area of about 0.5 square kilometers. The highest point of the island reached 230 meters. In comparison to Japan's total area, the island was tiny, but when seen by one hundred-odd people on a cruise ship, it looked unbelievably massive.

Eventually, the boat made a complete pass around the island. The ship continued to circle without changing speed, barely making a splash as it moved almost unnaturally fast through the water. Man, this island was nowhere near the size of my private island.

An announcement came over the PA speakers. "We will disembark in thirty minutes. Please assemble on the deck. All students should have changed into their jerseys. Make sure to check your designated bag and your luggage, and do not forget your cell phone. Please keep all other personal items in your room. There is a possibility that you will not be able to visit the bathroom for some time, so please do so now."

I headed towards my group's cabin to change into the jersey we use for gym class. I saw Hirata brooding on his bed, not changing into his jersey or reacting to my presence.

"What's wrong, Hirata? You're acting like you just got dumped or something."

"I didn't know you had the ability to show compassion, Ayanokouji."

"Aren't you passive aggressive?"

"And aren't you too carefree? We lost two of our classmates, and some of the other classes lost even more. And all of you have the audacity to go about some summer vacation given to us by this school like it's nothing?"

"Hirata, people aren't just too ignorant to face it. Instead, they're too afraid to face the truth. They don't want to accept the reality of this school. That staying in this school only depends on their academics. Our schoolmates aren't carefree, they're too scared. That's why they need you, Hirata. You're the only one that can pull us together, to make sure everyone graduates together."

I gave a small pep talk to Hirata, because he would make the special exam much more bearable for me.

Koenji walked in through the door without a shirt on, and then he proceeded to change into his jersey and pull out a hand-mirror out of his pants.

"Hmm, looking good today, just like usual. Time for some fun! Bahahaha!" Koenji walked out without even acknowledging our existence.

". . .You call that 'too afraid to face the truth?'"

"Koenji's the exception, alright?"

". . .Fine, I'll go. You have a good point."

Just like that, I convinced Hirata to actually go onto the island. Well, I'm glad he somehow believed my bullshit.

He started changing, so I waited for him outside. If he has someone watching over him and can depend on, he'll get back on his feet much quicker. The sooner I end his emo depression face, the easier the rest of my school life would be. Well, it wouldn't be bad for me if I get expelled anyways, but I want to continue enjoying this high school lifestyle for just a bit more. It's a once in a lifetime experience, after all.

We walked together to the school deck, and the enthusiasm of the crowd of students was reaching its peak as the island drew closer and closer.

"We will disembark now, beginning with the students from Class A. Cell phones are prohibited on the island. Please hand your phone to your homeroom teacher as you leave."

Following the loudspeaker's command, the students went down the stairs in an orderly fashion.

"Come on. Hurry up! Even though we're wearing thin clothes, we're all sweating!"
"Shut the fuck up, I didn't ask for your opinion."

"Ugh, I'm gonna get a heatstroke from this."

"Bro how you so weak, maybe try exercising?"

People around the deck complained due to the blistering heat, and I noticed Horikita joining us as well. She seemed like she got a cold, which was quite inconvenient for us. Oh well, not like she would've contributed anything in the first place.

The teachers guarded both sides as students got off the ship. They checked their luggage, prohibiting cell phones and personal items. Looks like this special exam was going to be even more strict than the midterms and the final exams. The slow process annoyed everybody, which annoyed me.

There was also a helicopter parked on the stern of the boat. Maybe I could hijack it and fly it around while dropping random shit on everybody. That would be kind of funny.

It was finally our turn to be examined, and afterwards we got off the ramp. As Class 1-D got off the luxury liner, we gathered on the beach separated by classes.

"I will now start roll call for Class D. When you hear your name, please respond loud and clear."

Our homeroom teacher started taking attendance, clipboard in hand, while simultaneously instructing us to form a line. Chabashira-sensei wore the same jersey as us, and she seemed to endure the heat pretty well.

"Oh, come on! I want my free time already! The sea is right in front of me!" Ike muttered, standing directly behind me.

"Shut the fuck up."

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