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Kasamahan, Comrade

Rotten traditional Japanese floors called tatami mats.

The air polluted with dust and pollen, severely visible in the air because of the sun rays.

Decrepit walls, full of cracks and molds were slowly growing out of them.

The blackboard was cracked horribly and about to fall off. No chalk as well.

The paper windows had holes, the sunlight finding its way in making the dust particles even more obvious, making me conscious with my breathing.

The lockers at the back of the classroom was rusted and dented from unknown sources. One door was hung open from one hinge.

Small tables called chabudais replaced the student's desks.

Instead of chairs, there were coatings for pillows. Without the pillows.

The fluorescents above were missing, only the contraption was there.

I think the crawlspace below the tatami had a crowd of insects running about.

…..

What.

A.

Load.

Of.

Fucking.

Shit.

This place is even worse than A-Class!

First I see all the shit in A-Class that only makes me feel bad about my loss, now just looking at the classroom I permanently reside in just makes me feel like shit, just as this room and A-Class's room is shit.

A-Class had possibly above 50 students and can potentially defeat the entire batch on their own. I remember about the win/lose rule: a higher class wins against a lower class, the loser will have to degrade their equipment and facilities by one level. For example, if C-Class lost to A-Class, they get D-Class's equipment and facilities as a price for losing. But if it is the other way around, the lower winning against the higher, the winner would negotiate and swap classrooms as rewards for winning.

But no, there is no hope for this class to defeat anybody.

We are just on the list of losers.

Every fucking student that comes here will only be fools with no motivation to study. That would just make me the only person here who would have the highest grades in this classroom. And I have no chance of defeating another class on my own.

….

Fuck, I have no chance at all. I have a fucking zero on the fucking test. There is no way for me to defeat a class on my own. Why did I forget?

How was this class supposed to win against any other class? Who the fuck would know if a fucking idiot that sits in one of these stupid pillows could even start studying for a summoning fight?

Damn it.

I had been excited for the start of the school year, ever since my first year I was. I even enrolled on April just for the sake of fighting a summoning war. Now all that wait and excitement was all for NOTHING, all because of that fucking stunt I did in the entrance exam!

Damn It.

I would understand if me and my bunso would be separate from each other in classes but what I am having right now just makes me feel even worse.

She thinks she's so lucky. She's really lucky, having all that damn high-tech equipment to herself and having a better grade than me. She might've been using her own laptop right about now, while I'm just here sulking on my own bullshit.

DAMN IT.

I cannot believe the discouragement I am feeling. And for the love of god, I am fucking pissed! This fucking class is already starting to rub itself on me already, I am losing the will to study. I knew what happens to F-Class students, they get treated horribly because of their grades; looked down on because we are not smart. I knew this because I would have done the same. But NO, I don't do the EXACT same fucking thing, I'd rather ignore an F-Class student and leave them to themselves. Any act of harsh behavior towards anybody who is not smart is immoral, their behavior matters most. That's rational. But NO, anybody outside the F-Class doesn't have a rational mind, they just see F-Class as a trash to the school, rather gone than there.

DAMN IT!

"HHRRRGAAAGGH!"

Unable to contain any more vitriol, I kicked an open locker door with a good swing of my feet, the point of my shoe hitting the surface with a very satisfying metallic bang, detaching it from its rusted hinges and it hit the wall, creating another metallic crash before it hit the tatami mat with a thud.

I was seething, breathing sharply through my teeth. Just seeing that stupid, rusted door falling apart with a dent because of my foot, broken from how it used to look like before, only did little to abate my anger.

I would imagine doing the same thing to a student who would dare treat me like shit just because I'm an F-Class student. Because if it does happen, I will make sure they get the reminder that if they treat me like shit, I might as well show them how much a 'shit' could do to dicks like them. If it ever happens to be a woman giving me mistreatment, I would not care. I do not hit women, but I hit irrational, shit-mouthed bitches with a passion. I haven't heard women scream out in pain before, any woman would be welcome to be my first.

Surely those people in A-Class are rational, and are kind. But what if they're not, what if they're just arrogant fucks, looking down on us because they got better grades and better facilities and better summoned beings?

….

Oh god.

…..

A-Class…..Meiko is A-Class. She's an A-Class student.

…

I just called my sister an arrogant fuck.

….

I was being sore because of jealousy on the achievements my bunso had earned herself.

I can't believe I just thought such a thing.

Sighing, I put both my hands to my face, groaning.

As always, my hands are bloody cold.

I'm the worst, suddenly thinking like this when I know SO WELL she deserved that classroom. She had just recently enrolled, studied hard like I told her to and she got what she earned for. She hasn't even enrolled to school for 4 years till now. She deserves a good school life.

Putting my hands down, I walked from my place at the lockers to the most bottom left of the 50 chabudais that resides in F-Class as 'desks'. The spot I choose as my seat has some shade and surely be protected from sun rays, that saves me from searing my skin on class. I stared at the windows, the holes in them even bigger than I thought. Due to how high this room was from the ground, there was an extreme gust of wind blowing through them, the temperature of the room almost making me shiver. ALMOST.

I stared at the chabudai next to the one I have chosen as my seat, judging it like the weakling it is. I slammed my bag against it, just so I can rest my bag atop of it—only for it to fall apart as one leg snapped, the table tipped over and my bag slid off the tabletop and into the dusty floor, creating a dust cloud on impact.

I inhaled with a snort, then I exhaled through my teeth, and I clicked my tongue sharply; even the tables are shit.

While I stared at the poor excuse for a foot rest that is the chabudai that fell apart at the weight of my bag, I looked out the window, knowing that it is deemed pointless to be furious at the situation I am in.

This happened, that is it. Nothing you can do.

I stood close to the window, leaning against the edge, my hand against my chin supported by my elbow. The wind blowing some air to my face, consoling me with fresh air as I simply leaned, looking down at the entrance gate of the school and around it; its landscape in particular.

The residential houses past the gates, flowers besides the walls of the new building, cobblestone tiles, some parts of grass and a beautiful Sakura Tree, I controlled my emotions by looking at the scenery below, keeping myself distracted from remembering my outburst moments ago.

I stayed there for a long while. I was no longer aware of time, not even intending to time-check my phone. I am certain that it has been 20 minutes, most probably 7:34 by then. As time continued to tick, students began to enter the school. Some come in pairs of two, some come as a group (friend circle possibly), most come alone. But none of each entered this classroom.

I know very well that it was very early in the morning that no student would even have the time or effort to come in this hour. Class usually starts at 8:30 but back home in Philippines class usually starts at 7:15 or 7:30. That is 1 hour and several minutes after the sun is up.

Kid's had to be forced awake either by themselves or by their parents as early as possible so they could get prepared for school. The impact it took on me is the force of habit to wake up as early as possible so no one can snag the blanket away from my frame and freeze my body with brutal cold morning air.

Still, I have no intention of ever growing out of that habit even though it is different here. It helped me in ways more than one. But that is not the point actually…

I was starting to doubt that this classroom will ever have any student. If everyone did well on the exam, I am a lone student in this dump.

Besides that one girl. And once that person comes, it might just be me and her in this classroom.

The door of F-Class slid open behind me, the sound of it making me widen my eyes as I used all of my control to not jump in surprise.

….Why did the perfect timing for that have to happen now?

I was getting a little comfortable in this spot.

To be honest, I doubted any student to ever be in F-Class. I presumed that the students would try their hardest not to fail the entrance exam and be figuratively punished by being here so I had not expected anyone coming.

Sporting a frown, even if it will never be seen, enforcing caution to my consciousness I slowly withdrew from the window and turned around to face the person who entered.

Rather than being annoyed at the person, the person I see struck me with interest instead, and he was familiar. At first, he was tall as me (but I am certain that I was taller than him). I regarded his face, he was quite gifted for a tall one, he may have rough edges on his face but his sharp features defined charm. Then I looked below his head, noticing that he had no tie and the button at the collar is unbuttoned, showing his tan skin (laid-back, definitely laid-back). Then I returned to the man's face fully: he had very spiky red hair (interesting me since I heard that red heads in the world are 2% present) and seemed to point upwards like fire. His eyes are red as his hair, somehow I was slightly envious of the feature since I would like to have such colors in my eyes.

The man regarded me, at first with surprise, then it was replaced with interest. What was he thinking? I am preparing for anything he was about to say. I awaited an insult to leave his mouth and see what punishment he deserves.

"Didn't expect the guy who had beaten 10 of his buddies in the summoning training to be here." The man cheekily said, seemingly like a normal remark instead of malice that I expected from him.

Briefly, I recalled the summoning training at my first year. I had indeed defeated 10 students singlehandedly, an achievement that I took pride in. But what word this man had used to refer my opponents is wrong, they were not my best friends.

No one has been.

I said nothing, my body stiffening in preparation for an insult or anything.

A small smirk was starting to form on the man's lips as he walked closer. "And I think it might benefit my plans."

Plans for what? I glared hard at the man, but quickly suppressed my hostility. His implications are not clear, so I must use proper judgment instead of lashing out without any proper reason.

I must divert the subject, doing so might hint me about his personality. If I could, I can use it against him.

"State your name." I disregarded how harsh my voice was.

"Names Sakamoto Yuuji, the class rep of this stupid, messed up place of a shit hole called F-Class." He said with slight mirth. Despite his (or even my) words, he said such things without any evidence of bitterness or malice in his tone, even the smirk on his face did not falter.

I was perplexed. Is this man proud to be here?

Wait…

"You are the F-Class representative?" I repeated, my frown deepening more in surprise than in self-defense. "You are the class president?"

He puffed his chest with proud admittance. "Yup! Got the highest score in the F-Class."

His personality was beyond what I had expected, at least he was a proud F-Class student. It is respectable, in a way.

I followed up to the last topic spoken with a question. "What does the representative of F-Class have to do with me defeating 10 students in a practice fight the last school year?" I asked, my guard down and fully interested in this man's motive.

He neared himself suddenly and placed a hand on my shoulder, my body stiffened and I nearly reacted by lashing out but I was able to notice the willpower in his eyes that were extremely evident that it made me freeze before I could push him back, "Because you make a great asset to my plans to defeat A-Class." He said with pure determination, the smirk on his face slowly becoming wide.

I stared at him wide-eyed, flabbergasted at his words.

F-Class defeating A-Class? I find the possibility of that happening incredibly foolish and unimaginable. One A-Class student is enough to defeat 10 F-Class students, or maybe even more than that.

But something was odd…

Very odd…

Something within this man tells me that it was more than just the dumb ambition of defeating the elite class of the school. I do not know why or how I felt it but…..it was there. I could feel it. Focusing my senses on his hand resting on my right shoulder I read through him: I was having the urge to put my trust in this man, to listen to his words, to obey and see him as my leader. His words of me being an 'asset' was no mere nickname, it was indeed genuine. He thinks my skills are indeed beneficial to a war.

I think F-Class is starting to look different.

But I was still skeptic, how could F-Class even defeat students with grades near an honor student's level that it would make my past friends grades look like mere averages.

No longer taunting, I question him without any more malice, "….How do you expect your plans to actually defeat A-Class? Your classmates are mere illiterates that have no potential of defeating a single A-Class student's shoukanjuu, even if mobbed upon." I said grimly, my words were genuinely true. Even Kirishima Shouko, the presumably valedictorian would have defeated the entire F-Class all on her own and would come back with mere scratches on her avatar's armor or none at all.

Sakamoto released his hold on my shoulder, his expression grimaced, contradicting that cocky smirk he wore mere seconds ago. "Because I want to prove that grades aren't everything." He said grimly. At my silence he continued. "We are in the worst class in the entire second year, damn right that we can't even beat an A-Class guy, even with numbers." He looked around the classroom and I easily followed his thoughts:

A classroom full of the most horrible equipment a class could have that poor schools that exist in my country would appear superior to this dump sight, only capable of collecting dust and trash. And by 'trash', a cocky dick would call it an 'F-Class student'.

The fire in my pit began to grow wild, the thought of having myself called trash is gasoline to that pit.

Sakamoto continued, "I know you don't like the shit this classroom is having. Hell, you wouldn't even like being called trash because you're F-Class, right?" He asked rhetorically. The impressions I have on this man is changing, he knows exactly how I feel about my situation. I find myself liking this man easier because of such speculations and sympathy. "I get what you mean that a normal F-Class student had only a snowballs chance of beating somebody from A-Class."

No shit, Sherlock.

Before I could even say anything, he said the next words that unexpectedly hit something deep in me.

"But nobody expects the 8th honor student to be in this class."

…

…..No one expects me to be here…..

…..

….No one expects an honor student to be in the F-Class.

On cue to his words, a surge of confidence came rushing to me from nonexistence. The desire to play the school's Game called The 'Exam Summoning Battle' is lit up in me once again. The thought of me, an F-Class student, who people thought had bad grades just because I came from the lowest class, beating a student 4 or even 5 section levels above me is very, very intriguing. The thought of the other classes caught off-guard by this revelation was so enticing.

But still..…

"….Just because I am here does not mean our victory is guaranteed." I told him critically, but a part of me is saying things otherwise. I could not tell if it is because victory is clearly guaranteed through this class representative, or is it because I am being a little cocky, considering that I think I can defeat students in an ESB near B-Class's level, even A-Class's level if I concentrate.

"I know." Sakamoto nodded, no sarcasm evident. "It's not just you, but everyone else's going to be a component to my plans." He stated. "Even dumb asses have their uses. If you still don't believe me, I got the feeling that some of the most useful dumbasses are coming here." The most devious smirk formed on his face as he mentioned capable men worthy of usage to his 'plans'.

As if on cue to his words the door slides open again. He and I turned our heads to face the door, presenting a shockingly effeminate boy and another boy with a short stature that strangely had a strong aura of wanting to be ignored that I cannot help but not ignore.

The first boy's eyes lit up upon seeing Sakamoto, "Oh, Yuuji. I hath not expected in the slightest of thee to be a classmate of mine." The effeminate boy spoke in an odd dialect, foreign to me.

"...Unexpected." The small boy simply said as if the word was translatable to a sentence with 16 words.

The class representative coolly greeted the newcomers, "Oh Hideyoshi, Mutsurinii, long time no see." I stared at the redhead, concluding that he is acquainted with the pair.

"What a hoyday, I did expect thee to beest in the highest class." The effeminate boy said again in his personal dialect, was it Kansai? Something archaic, perhaps? I never heard of anyone else having the same vocabulary he uttered.

The other simply nodded in agreement.

Sakamoto sheepishly looked away, the evidence of shame to be put in the lowest classroom. Was I wrong that he was proud to be here? "Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised to be here but I guess we're stuck here together."

The effeminate boy gave the redhead's words a few thoughts before he nodded and smiled, "Aye, alloweth's w'rk togeth'r as classmates."

The other short boy gave a thumbs-up. I was given the impression that this boy is too taciturn for long sentences.

"Yeah, let's make the most."

I regarded the appearance of the two.

The effeminate boy, who I would presume was 'Hideyoshi' is short in height. Most possibly close to my sister's, but maybe a little taller. His face and build is indeed feminine and very woman-like, a round face and a slim body. But it did not seem to have me gawking in disbelief, probably because there were people in my country that had the same physical appearance. The fact that it was of someone close to my age, year and batch is entirely different. His hair is brown and he wore hair clips (what the?) that keep his bangs swept to two sides while a tuft of hair remains hanging in the center of his forehead. His striking features however were his green eyes. My favorite color.

The other small boy, 'Mutsurinii' probably, matched his partner's height. My perception of colors, limited to the male species only, left me wondering if this one had either grey hair or blue hair. He had a simple face, he had light grey eyes and were half-lidded, implying false/genuine boredom. His features were so simple that he would be easy to ignore, another face in the crowd. I would wonder if this man had any secret talents underneath his disregarding appearance, if F-Class stereotypes are not to be trusted.

As I finish noting their appearance, they in turn regarded my presence. The effeminate one began, pondering at me. "Mmm, has't i seen thee bef're?" He questioned, most possibly to himself than anyone else in the room.

The tall one answered his inquiry, "You remember the guy that won against 10 other guys in a practice fight last year, this is the guy. He's with us in this F-Class."

The effeminate boy stared at Sakamoto for a second before returning his gaze to me, eyes wide in surprise. Possibly because of the fact that the person who defeated inexperienced students was a student in F-Class was not in his expectations.

Little bit of pride welled up in me, though it was short-lived because of one truth. I was inexperienced that time as well, as well as everyone else is. I was just adaptable and so eager for my turn that I overdid over how many people I had to 'exemplify' thanks to Sir's suggestion.

I looked over to the redhead, "….You seem familiar to me, Sakamoto Yuuji. May I have a clarification as to why that is?"

His brows twitched a little, "Oh, you don't remember?" What? I met this man before? He scoffed, "Guess not. I only told you one sentence and you left afterwards so it's expected you can't."

I raised an eyebrow, "How have I met you last year?"

"Remember when you were roughing it out on those punks?" My body tensed greatly, fully aware of who he was referring to. "I was there, remember?"

I was still, the tension on my body slowly going away. After a few seconds, I nodded.

"I can remember such an incident. I was but a witness." The one called Hideyoshi commented. I looked over to the effeminate one, meeting his curious stare.

As he looked at me with a ponder, I shot him a glare through my bangs, inciting him to notice that he was staring too much, and he better notice immediately before I curse him to stop.

The boy continued to stare at me, still not feeling the end of my stare. His eyes were expressionless, but the intensity I felt under them: He was not staring at me, he was READING me. It was as if he was trying to find a sign on my weakness that he could exploit.

"Thee behold not liketh the p'rson i did see fighting lasteth year."

Hrggh! He noticed!

Not good. If he could note my identity that easy, that means she is sure to find out it was me.

SHE BETTER NOT!

I carefully calculated my body language so it would not give away signs of my distress, and my face is protected and stoned from any expression. This boy is dangerous, he may not pose a possible threat but the way he looked at me left no good signs. I must be careful with my expressions in front of this one, he will see all of me if I am not careful around him.

"What's the matt'r? thou art being silent."

He.

Is.

Dangerous.

I am feeling nothing but warnings just by this short one's presence.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, his voice slightly concerned as I was very stiff from motion.

To evade an oncoming silence and possible suspicion, I asked, "….What is your name?"

He stared perplexed before complying in a gentleman's fashion, "Mine own nameth is Kinoshita Hideyoshi, I am parteth of the drama club."

I turned my head to the other, mentally sending him the same question.

"…Tsuchiya Kouta."

...

A little silence.

...

…That's all?

"Thee might not but introduceth yourself anon. Thee shouldst rememb'r our classmates' names."

You and your words.

"Oh crap, I didn't even asked." Yuuji suddenly said, smacking himself in the eye. "Sorry. It slipped my mind."

Suddenly irritated, I swung my hand at him to smack him in the arm but, with amazing reflex, he just twisted his body and my hand just hit where his back might have been if he had not moved.

I clicked my tongue, just annoyed at this president's lack of tact. I faced the feminine one and answered. "….Shimuya Rino de guzaimasu." I rehearsed the line. "Do tell me what you can do."

He tilted his head, "What doth thee cullionly?"

I clicked my tongue again. Gravely annoyed, I asked in a very impatient tone. "….Your capabilities. Your special skill and best subject. What are they?"

"Begeth thy pardon, i didn't und'rstand." He apologized, waving his hand in defense. "I'm valorous at acting, depress'd ist I to sayeth but i'm lacking valor at a lot of subjects."

I turned my head to the Tsuchiya. "….Your turn."

"…Physical Education and Health." He said almost enthusiastically in his low voice. "….My hobby is to peek in the girl's lo—I don't have any perverted hobbies."

He was about to say 'girl's locker room', was he?

He was about to say 'girl's locker room', was he not?

He was about to say 'girl's locker room', did he?

Frowning, I faced Sakamoto and muttered a question close to him so that it would not be overheard. "….Is this your mentioned 'most useful' men?" I said in between hisses and exasperation. "...Them?"

He smirked. "Yep, and a few more might be coming if we're lucky." He said pompously, as if he was boasting about a prized possession to me.

I stared at him, more confused and incredulous at his given. Even my face was showing it. Does being an actor and being disregarding have any benefit to your plans, Sakamoto Yuuji!?

After a few seconds, I simply sighed; I submitted and gave him and his 'useful men' at least some tolerance. I typically forgot that this was F-Class I was talking to, I should not expect any form of normalcy in any way as I am here, especially the other students of this dump.

If Sakamoto Yuuji plans to fight in a war, then I should stay quiet and expect it to happen as soon as possible. I turned to around to face my small table but not without a few last words. "….I look forward to the battle…..." I paused, giving it a thought before I finally decided. "Rep." I imagine his surprised face once I said the term I picked for him.

Don't disappoint me, Sakamoto Yuuji.

I circled my table before I sat on the table top, somehow it was able to bear my weight and not fall apart. The others went about to pick a place for themselves. Rep chose the seat in the same column as me, just three seats forward. The other two are still choosy for their places.

I stared at the Kinoshita boy longer. His uniqueness was definitely attention-drawing.

I guess the Tsuchiya boy was ignorable. Nice work, young man.

After a while, I was slowly understanding the natural flow of his body. His movements were crossed to being very feminine, the masculinity in his stride was barely evident, as if he had lost touch with it. The expressionless mask he seemed to wear on his face does not seem to change at all. If I remember right, it might be because of him being a drama actor, the expression on his visage was a testament to stand up against a massive crowd without showing the slightest sign of stage fright. He could be a member of the drama club; a VERY GOOD member of the drama club. I have nothing in particular in regards to drama acting but I respect people who put effort on their personal talents. This one might receive my praises and applause if he performs an amazing feat according to his specialties in front of me.

The detail I kept focusing on him was his feminine face. How does his face look so womanlike in his uniform? I really wonder how could I not convince myself to see him as a male in that uniform. The way he conversed with Tsuchiya, with his dialect ambiguously male or female. his voice cannot be differed from both genders.

The fact that this 'Kinoshita Hideyoshi' appeared a woman while indeed a genuine man was something I never experienced before. I have seen a girl that appeared a boy because of short hair and masculine choice of clothing back in the Philippines, but a boy that appeared a girl because of feminine appearance despite having masculine wardrobes here in Japan was indeed a first.

Acting ability and ambiguous gender together, he is deception personalized. He can lie to people without even drawing the slightest suspicion.

This male is very dangerous.

Wait, I must confirm that to make sure...Just in case.

I need to know so I will know which behavior should I apply around this ambiguity.

"….Kinoshita," I called to the effeminate one, my voice was low as always but he managed to hear me.

He looked back at me again, despite being afar the color green in those eyes were always nice to look at. "Aye? Doth thee needeth something from me?"

Just ask him if he was a male then we are good.

"….If I may ask….."

I never asked something like this before, EVER in my life but since I never did, might as well try.

You only live once after all.

"Do you have a dick?"