talent supremacy

by vamer

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Welcome to the Classroom of Talent Supremacy
Miracle Bringer

Published: 2023
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Volume 1 - Ch. 1 Classroom of Talent Supremacy

"Talent"

The word "Talent" meaning innate possession, and the word "Ability" meaning the ability to do something, when these words combine, the ability to demonstrate power in a certain matter that one possesses from birth.

In other words, talent can be defined as the innate ability one possesses.

However, there are differing opinions on this definition.

Some argue that talent is not innate but acquired through effort, in other words, through hard work.

The discussion about talent is always marked by the clash of these two claims. This disagreement is not only among contemporary intellectuals but also among past great philosophers.

The conflict between Locke and Descartes is a very clear example.

To briefly explain, they were individuals who developed influential philosophies known as empiricism and rationalism around the 17th century. Locke advocated empiricism, while Descartes advocated rationalism.

Explaining the differences between these two philosophies would take time, so I won't go into further detail, but it's important to remember that empiricism and rationalism are opposing ways of thinking.

The reason they clashed can be summed up in one word: innate ideas. It is the agreement or disagreement regarding the belief that humans possess the ability to judge good and evil from birth. Descartes claimed that rational thinking, or "good sense," is given equally to everyone from birth.

In contrast, Locke argued that humans are born as a "blank slate," in other words, a completely blank state, and all knowledge comes from experience.

The fundamental difference between the ideas of innate and acquired may lie here. And this way of thinking leads to the discussion of talent, and further, it may even leap to the discussion of "equality."

Now, let's consider what equality means.

I would like those of you who have listened to my talk thus far to answer a question.

Question: Are humans equal or not?

What does equality mean in modern society? The word "equality" is used frequently as a slogan in modernized societies.

If we trace back through history, we can find countless examples of discrimination, so numerous that we can't even count them with both hands. And even now, there are still a significant number of discriminations that persist.

People discriminate against those who are born with any kind of abnormality, labeling them as "disabled" and subjecting them to discrimination. If we further narrow it down within the scope of society, we come across the term "buraku discrimination."

It would be a waste of time to delve deeper into these examples, so let's state the conclusion first.

Humans are not equal at all.

In the society we currently live in, discrimination is more evident than equality.

And this is particularly pronounced in the context of labor.

There are "users" and "the used," and it's well said that the latter has become an important cog in society. They are replaceable entities, and once a cog malfunctions, it is immediately discarded without any repairs.

The former only utilizes the latter and can obtain immense wealth and enjoy life. The concept of equality barely comes to mind.

It is a society that is both wonderful and despairing. Karl Marx's concerns have indeed come true.

And it seems that no one has learned anything from history and instead acts out of self-interest, which has resulted in the current state of society.

As this society continues, "the used" will eventually lose sight of their own sense of purpose and wander aimlessly. Ultimately, they seek "hope" to project their fears onto something or someone.

That something or someone could be others, objects, or perhaps...

Now, how can we achieve "equality"? I know the unexciting answer, but it's better if everyone thinks about it for themselves.

Let me share just one opinion. However, most likely, many of you will become extremely enraged by it. But that kind of rage is uninteresting to me.

-- Those who lack talent are like dust mites.

The word "equality" is a term sought by those who pursue ideals, and it would be better to give up and think about something else rather than pondering such matters. After all, inequality begins from the moment of birth.

Because "talent" and "equality" are inseparable words.

What could happen at school in April? For students who are already attending, it would be a time of change as they move up a grade, which can bring both positive and negative experiences.

For example, friends who were close may be separated due to class changes, but on the other hand, new friendships can be formed through class reshuffling.

However, when it comes to school events in April, the entrance ceremony stands out. In front of the school gate, you can see newly enrolled students wearing pristine, untarnished uniforms. It is a wonderful period when their youth begins. The spring breeze gently sways as if supporting their youth.

"...To think that I, who was once called the Ultimate Hope, would be entering school again... Truly unexpected."

Upon passing through the school gate, there is a bulletin board displaying the new students' class assignments. A new student, who seems to have confirmed their class, mutters to themselves.

The boy has a distinctive appearance. His hair, meticulously maintained despite its length reaching his waist, is completely black, leaving no room for any other color. And his red eyes, visible through the black hair, seem to see through everything, possessing a strong and cold gaze.

The rest of his facial features are well-proportioned, and one could say that his overall appearance is highly rated.

Just as the black-haired boy is about to walk towards his designated class, an interesting coincidence occurs.

A slightly shorter girl with light blue short hair drops her handkerchief in front of him.

Seemingly unaware that she dropped it, the girl continues walking. Did the black-haired boy notice? He starts running towards her, intending to return the handkerchief.

Is this what they call the beginning of youth? If he were an ordinary high school boy, he might think of becoming friends with the girl and deepening their relationship. Truly, youth is a wonderful thing.

Unfortunately, he was not an ordinary high school boy.

It's such a bother. I express my thoughts exactly as they are in words. I wish she had noticed that the handkerchief would fall from that angle. Such trivial complaints arise.

However, there's nothing I can do. We're headed in the same direction.

Losing something on the first day is "unfortunate."

"You dropped this."

When the female student receives the handkerchief, her expression shows surprise.

Moreover, she receives it with forceful momentum, almost snatching it away.

"...Thank you."

Nevertheless, she expresses gratitude. It seems she knows about courtesy.

She is about 160cm tall. As the average height of Japanese high school girls varies each year, it cannot be determined which year's average she belongs to, but she is likely taller than average.

Crossing her arms, she looks at me with her light blue hair fluttering in the wind.

"...Hey, are you in Class C?"

"Yes."

"I thought so."

The girl with short hair confirms her suspicions and continues to look at me, just as she did before.

I didn't do anything in particular, but did I do something wrong? I ponder.

Perhaps she didn't want me to touch the handkerchief. Such thoughts briefly cross my mind, but that's not it.

Because she is undoubtedly looking at my face. There must be something about my appearance that caught her attention.

"Is there something on my face?"

She appears slightly surprised by my words but quickly regains her composure. Then, with a hint of apology, she speaks.

"...You're a guy, right? I was just a little surprised because your hair is unusually long."

The female student asks while gesturing with her hand.

My prediction was correct. She looked around my face, and the only thing different from others is my hair, so anyone could have made that assumption.

"I ended up like this because I neglected my hair."

"You're strange. Isn't that hair of yours annoying?"

"It's not a problem once you get used to it."

They say hair is a woman's life.

The Japanese, who have a strong image of Yamato Nadeshiko, value long hair.

The girl in front of me has a short haircut, and it seems she doesn't have such preferences either.

Her hair is neatly arranged, indicating that she takes good care of it.

"What's your name?"

"Name?"

I was asked my name.

It's been a while since I've felt this sensation. And it might be the first time I've been asked without any malicious or hateful feelings.

"We'll be together for a year, so it's better to introduce ourselves first, right? I'm Ibuki Mio. What's your name?"

"I think self-introductions are meaningless... Well, fine. I am Kamukura Izuru. I have no intention of getting along with you."

"...You don't have many friends, do you?"

"Not many? That's not the correct way to put it. I don't have any friends."

"You really insist on that?"

Leaving the perplexed Ibuki behind, I walk toward the classroom.

Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Development High School is a unique advanced school located in the heart of a metropolis, with a campus area exceeding 600,000 square meters. It is a prestigious school that is led by the government and has an extremely high rate of academic advancement and job placement, almost close to 100%. This school has two distinct features that set it apart from other high schools.

First, during their enrollment, all students are required to live in the dormitory located within the school premises and are strictly prohibited from any external contact or communication, except under special circumstances.

At first glance, this might sound questionable, but as I mentioned earlier, the school campus is vast. It includes various entertainment facilities such as karaoke, movie theaters, cafes, as well as department stores, convenience stores, and restaurants. In other words, it can be said that a small town has been formed within the school. Therefore, there is hardly any inconvenience in daily life.

The second unique feature will be explained later, so there is no need to worry for now.

When I arrived at the designated classroom, seats were assigned. My seat was the second one from the back by the window. After sitting down and placing my bag and belongings, I immediately headed to the entrance ceremony.

To be honest, it was quite boring. It was my first entrance ceremony in life, but it was definitely dull. We were lined up in an orderly manner, our uniforms were checked, we listened to grateful speeches from teachers and current students, and we heard the homeroom assignments... Well, it was just plain boring.

After the entrance ceremony ended, we returned to our respective classrooms and were instructed to wait until the assigned homeroom teacher arrived.

"Hey, Kamukura, why did you choose this school?"

I was approached by Ibuki-san. We hadn't spoken a single word since introducing ourselves, so I didn't think she would initiate unnecessary conversations. But I guess everyone was bored during this dull waiting time until the homeroom teacher arrived.

Honestly, it's hard to imagine her being idle enough to start a conversation with her neighbor.

Her seat was one in front of mine. In other words, she deliberately turned her face towards me to strike up a conversation.

Upon closer inspection, she was unexpectedly attractive. She might not compare to a super high school-level idol, but she would definitely be considered beautiful.

...Don't worry. Despite my appearance, I have talents like an idol. I just don't use them because they are usually unnecessary. Let's admit that it's hard to imagine.

Now, I should answer her question, but to be honest, I don't know for sure myself.

...Let me clarify that I'm not joking.

I remember the events of that world.

I witnessed Hinata Hajime using the New World Program to bring out all of my talents and defeat Enoshima Junko's alter ego.

After that, I was supposed to either disappear or return to Hinata Hajime, but for some reason, I woke up in an unfamiliar bed.

Again, I'm not joking.

To confirm the current situation, I immediately got out of bed and looked around, but there were no unanswered questions.

However, on the nearby desk, there were documents with my name, including the school uniform, an acceptance letter, and a pamphlet for this school.

I quickly pondered why I was here, but before that, I was more concerned about what had happened to my "talents," so I checked all of my "talents" first.

Please understand that I was able to do this because all of my talents were functioning properly.

And the conclusion of why I am here is probably because I accidentally infiltrated the reserve New World Program, which is a backup program to rehabilitate the Super High School-Level Despairs, due to some kind of bug.

"Hey, Kamukura, are you listening?"

This is starting to feel like one of those old light novels about being reincarnated into another world.

But if it's the New World Program as I speculated, it should be easier than being reincarnated into another world where everything is unknown.

...So what should I do? In other words, what I need to do is "graduate."

The setting of this program is a school. To escape from here, I need to attend classes for three years without dropping out or being suspended and literally "graduate."

If I do that, the despairing students can be rehabilitated through this process. So I should follow the same path.

However, the problem is that I, who has nothing to learn in school, will find these three years nothing but boring.

In that case, it might be a good opportunity to learn about "emotions" and "friends" that Hinata Hajime and Nanami Chiaki mentioned within this vast amount of time.

In that case...

"Kamukura!"

"Sorry... I was lost in thought for a moment. I was trying to remember why exactly I chose this school."

"Oh, you were actually listening to me."

If I couldn't handle multiple things at once, there's no way I could be called the Super High School Level Hope.

But even so, why is it that I'm struggling to come up with an answer that she would find satisfying...?

With that thought in mind, I pause my thinking.

...To truly understand "emotions," a "model answer" like that would be meaningless. My brain quickly determines that.

However, let's seek understanding this time. It would be troublesome to talk about something related to this world's circumstances.

"I don't have a particular reason myself. If I were to say something, it would be that I was fascinated by the 100% college enrollment and job placement rates."

"Oh... I guess I have the same reason as you. And also because I wanted to experience living on my own."

Living alone. I've heard that the total number of men and women living alone in Japan has been gradually decreasing due to delayed marriage and a decline in marriage rates.

It became a minor social issue, leading to problems such as dying alone and lifestyle-related diseases.

Well, this doesn't matter here since it's a program world...

But if we consider that the students who enrolled here are one step ahead in terms of independence compared to high school students of the same age, I agree with the school's educational policy on that aspect.

Because...

"Oh? It seems the teacher has arrived. It's better to face forward."

"Looks like it."

As I looked ahead, a slender man in his thirties entered the room. He wore black-framed glasses and appeared to be the type who would teach subjects related to science. He seemed a bit weak.

"Good morning, everyone. I am Sakagami Kazuma, your homeroom teacher for Class C. I teach mathematics. Since there are no class changes in this school for three years, we will be together for a long time.

So, I would appreciate it if you could remember my name as early as possible. Now, I would like to explain the special system of this school.

I believe you already have some understanding of it from the brochure before enrollment, but please listen carefully. I will now distribute handouts, so please pass them back. If there aren't enough, I'll bring more."

He seemed quite friendly despite his appearance. He spoke without any lies or pretense, all from the heart.

The students seemed to have a favorable impression of him.

"Seems like no one here is without the handout? Next, I will distribute student ID cards. These cards will become the most important thing in your future life.

I assume you all know about the S System, so I won't go into detail about it here. If there's anything you don't understand, please refer to the materials I just handed out."

The S System. It is one of the unique features of this school. Simply put, it is a system where everything within the school is paid for with points.

The card I received is a student ID card integrated with a point card, which serves as the equivalent of cash within the school. It eliminates the need for paper money, preventing monetary troubles. It's a fairly reasonable system.

Using it is quite simple; youjust need to authenticate it with the machines. You can present it or touch it to the devices for verification.

If you lose it, it will be quite troublesome, so make sure to remember that.

"Now, here comes the important part. The points will be automatically credited to your account on the 1st of every month.

Each one of you should have already received an initial allocation of 100,000 points. And these points have a value of 1 point = 1 yen."

The classroom suddenly became lively. It was understandable. After all, receiving 100,000 points, equivalent to 100,000 yen as pocket money, is something that would astonish any ordinary high school student.

By now, they must be daydreaming about how to spend that 100,000 yen. Oh well, it's boring. After all, the teacher didn't mention anything about receiving 100,000 points every month...

At this stage, there is still too little information to make a judgment, but there is undoubtedly something fishy about it.

I sensed that, and I waited for the next words from Mr. Sakagami.

"Oh, it seems there's a question. Yes, you can ask."

"I have a question. Is it true that we receive 100,000 points every month?"

"...That's a good question. But Ryuen-kun, the teachers cannot give you a clear answer regarding that. I apologize. I hope you're satisfied with that."

Mr. Sakagami apologized, yet his voice had a hint of excitement. I felt suspicious because of the joy that seemed to have been sparked by raised expectations.

So they cannot give a clear answer regarding receiving 100,000 points every month... I see, that makes it even more suspicious.

Moreover, the student called Ryuen, he seems to be better off than the other unremarkable students. He stands out because others are too low.

"I see, I'm satisfied, Mr. Sakagami. By the way, are you really able to remember the names and faces of all the students?"

"Naturally, I remember. As I mentioned earlier, we'll be together as a class for three years. I also want to get closer to you as soon as possible."

This teacher seems genuinely caring for the students.

He doesn't seem to be forcing it, so it must be his true nature. It's fortunate to have encountered such a dedicated teacher.

Given the unremarkable talent I possess, which is natural for me, it's not surprising...

But it's a shame that a good teacher like him is unmarried because I noticed there is no ring on his left ring finger.

However, it would be rude to dwell on that, so I stopped my train of thought.

"Are there any more questions? If not, I will conclude the explanation. Let's work hard together for the next three years. It's a good time now, so that's all for today.

Starting tomorrow, regular classes will begin, so please make sure to prepare everything you need for each subject. That's all, feel free to disperse."

At Mr. Sakagami's instruction, the students began to move.

Some groups were discussing going to karaoke, seeming to have already become friends, while others were making plans to meet at cafes. However, it appeared that more than 70% of the people were returning to the dormitory.

To be frank, it would be foolish to listen to the full of holes explanation earlier and then go out to play.

But I couldn't care less about fools. What's more important is to understand this school first.

Everything about this school seems suspicious. The excessive amount of 100,000 points given to high school students on the first day.

Insufficient explanation regarding the points. And above all, the abnormal amount of surveillance cameras in this school...

Before coming here, I saw dozens of them, with one on each corner of the classrooms. If I were to search the entire school, there would probably be a hundred of them. Clearly, there is an excessive amount of surveillance.

But perhaps this means I won't be bored.

There is no change in my expression. Even when I witnessed various people's despair along with the despair of being a Super High School-Level Despair, there was no change.

That's only natural. Kamukura Izuru is a being that has eliminated all unnecessary things.

Still, for some reason, I felt a slight sense of anticipation.

Even for someone like me, who can predict all futures, there might be a tiny bit of expectation for the unknown. Just like back then...

"Hey, Kamukura. Are you not going home?"

Ibuki-san, who was sitting in front of me, called out to me. Looking around, there were hardly any students remaining.

I thought she would leave immediately, but it seems she wanted to discuss the explanation we just heard. I assume she wants to think together with someone because it's easier to understand the current situation that way. That's why she waited for me, I suppose.

After all, she seems to have no friends like me.

...Why is she glaring at me? Could it be that she heard me...

Anyway, it seems like I unintentionally caused her a bit of trouble.

"Sorry. Shall we talk a bit about the explanation earlier? It might help ease your anxiety a little."

"...I haven't said anything yet."

"It showed on your face."

I said what I needed to say and left the classroom.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Ibuki-san quickly followed after me.

Let's have just a little bit of "expectation." Let's wait for the "unknown" in this school that I couldn't predict.

The protagonist of this story is not a false genius. It is the story of a genuine genius born with all sorts of talents through the medium of Hinata Hajime.

Welcome to the classroom of talent supremacy.

Volume 1 - Ch. 2 Speculation

Suddenly, I have one question to ask.

Even as someone called the Super High School-Level Hope, it's difficult for me to answer this question.

Since time is precious, I'll throw the question right away.

Question: How should a conversation be initiated when walking home in pairs, one male and one female, from school?

I don't have any romantic feelings or experiences, so even though I can make predictions, I can't be certain. And in this case, it's a bit troublesome to think about how to continue the conversation.

If it's a typical boy and girl, they would gradually open up and become more comfortable with each other while feeling a bit nervous. For example, if they talk about the weather or the classes of the day, the conversation would naturally continue, and their distance from each other would gradually shorten.

But is that really enough? If both of them have feelings for each other, maybe it's fine. But if it's a relationship where they haven't spent much time together, wouldn't that way of initiating a conversation be strange?

So, should a high school boy, in order to deepen the relationship, suddenly start sweet-talking and flirting with the opposite sex while walking home?

Absolutely not. That would be unthinkable. Moreover, if I were to say something like that, it would shatter the image. ...I've been thinking too much and the conversation has gone off track.

Now, why am I so troubled?

The answer: Ibuki-san is walking parallel to me.

Let me say it once again, it's true that I have all sorts of talents, so it's possible for me to speak in a way that makes the other person feel comfortable.

However, what if a guy who was silent and didn't talk at all suddenly displayed an overwhelming ability to talk like a seasoned con artist? What would you think?

It would be creepy, wouldn't it?

And what if a person with facial muscles that don't show any movement suddenly wore an incredibly refreshing smile? What would you think?

It would be creepy, wouldn't it?

And especially if sweet words were uttered?

It would be the worst-case scenario, leading to being reported.

Being reported and immediately expelled on the first day of high school is truly despairing. Even if I'm called the Super High School-Level Hope (laughs), I can't complain about that.

So, Ibuki-san, you can talk to me soon.

It's rare for me to be in a difficult situation like this.

"(My class is... Class C.)"

I am Mio Ibuki. I am a female student who is starting today at this Advanced Development High School.

This school boasts a staggering 100% rate of college enrollment and job placement, and it is known for its high academic achievements as well as its various extracurricular activities. Moreover, it is an exceptionally extraordinary school operated by the government.

If you were to investigate the graduates of this school, most of them would be people whose names you have heard at least once on TV.

So, with a school as amazing as this, my future should also become brighter, right? That's why I chose this school for my career path, as I can live on my own, and I passed the entrance exam. I've come this far with a somewhat airy feeling. But still, I feel uneasy being alone.

I think it's best to quickly go and put away my belongings.

If I go to the classroom, there should be some people of the same gender, and even though I'm not good at socializing, I should be able to make a few friends, right? With an optimistic mindset, I began to take action.

Well, it's not like me to be so lost in thought for so long, so I should just head to the classroom as soon as possible.

"I think you dropped this."

A voice came from behind me.

I reflexively turned around and almost kicked in response.

I do have some knowledge of martial arts. I'm confident in my physical abilities, and I believe I can win against an average guy in a fight.

And yet, I didn't notice the presence of the person behind me?

It sounds arrogant, but normally you would notice if someone was behind you.

Wait, isn't that my handkerchief that he's holding? Why does he have it?

I forcefully took back the handkerchief from the long-haired guy in front of me and immediately remembered. Didn't he say, "You dropped this"?

I was a bit flustered and not composed.

...If I continue like this, I'll come off as a rude girl. It's a bit late, but I should say thank you.

"...Thank you."

The long-haired guy didn't say anything and just slightly lowered his head.

Even though I'm saying this, isn't this guy too unsociable? He doesn't change his expression at all, and why is his hair like that? In a high school debut, it's normal to cut it!

And also, the fact that he's standing in this direction means...

"...Hey, are you in Class C?"

"Yes."

"I thought so."

To be in the same class as this guy... It's starting to make me feel uneasy. Well, it's just my inner thoughts, so I'm free to say whatever I want.

If he lets his hair grow that long, it's bound to attract attention, so I'm shifting the blame onto him.

But it would be weird if I didn't feel bothered by it.

Should I ask him? I have a feeling it would be rude not to ask since his hair is so long...

"Is there something on my face?"

Noticing my blatant attitude, the black-haired guy questioned.

For a moment, I flinched and then carefully responded so as not to turn it into an insult.

"...Aren't you a guy? That's why I was a little surprised by your unusually long hair."

Did I say it too straightforwardly? I inwardly flinch and wait for his response.

I'm not good at dealing with people... I can't handle situations where I have to be a bit more considerate.

"If I leave it alone, it ends up like this."

Ah, thank goodness he doesn't seem to mind. Wait, what do you mean by "leave it alone"? Cut it! At least for your high school debut! If I were in your position, I would have cut it immediately!

His nonchalant answer changed my mood to a strange tension.

"...Leaving it alone... It's annoying, isn't it? That hair."

"If you get used to it, it's not a problem."

...This guy is definitely strange. But he doesn't seem like a bad person.

At first, it's easier to be with someone, so I casually think about asking his name and decide to execute the plan.

"What's your name?"

"Name?"

"We'll be together for a year, so it's better to introduce ourselves now, don't you think?"

"Introducing myself seems pointless... Well, whatever."

An emotionless voice. It's as if I'm talking to a robot, with no emotions present in his voice.

This encounter with the long-haired guy marked the beginning.

This connection with him would have a significant impact on my high school life for the next three years.

"I am Kamukura Izuru. I have no intention of getting along with you."

The entrance ceremony and the explanation from the homeroom teacher were over. The system here was different, but I never expected to receive 100,000 points.

And I'm curious about what that Ryuen guy was talking about.

Well, I guess I'll have to ask the long-haired guy when I talk to him. He's probably smarter than me (just a hunch).

With those haphazard thoughts, I was currently walking home.

I wasn't alone. Of all people, I was walking home alongside that eccentric long-haired guy.

I thought it might be interesting to talk to him, but honestly, it was a mistake.

This guy isn't just eccentric, he's super eccentric.

His expression doesn't change, and he only speaks the bare minimum. Plus, he has a high probability of reading my thoughts.

But it can't be helped if we need to confirm the rules of this school with each other, and I'll endure the trivial things.

There's a bit of distance from the school gate to the dormitory. But if I follow the map, it should only take a few minutes.

And yet... I have something to say right now.

It's been about two minutes since we started walking, but why isn't he saying a single word?!

He said something like, "Let's talk a bit," earlier, didn't he?

I'm not good at conversations either, you know.

While resenting my lack of communication skills, I was silently complaining in my mind, but I finally decided to take action because I was getting impatient.

"Hey, weren't we supposed to talk a bit?"

The long-haired guy directed his gaze towards me without changing his expression.

He's still as unsociable as ever. I immediately receive a response from him.

"Yes... Ibuki-san, do you think it's possible for one class with 40 students in four classes to send 100,000 yen per month for three years?"

"...It's impossible. Even if it's the government, spending over 16 million yen per month and continuing it for three years would make over 500 million yen disappear. And if we consider other grades as well..."

"Exactly. Even though this school is operated by the government, this amount is too much. It might be understandable for universities or graduate schools, but it's too much for high school students. So it's reasonable to assume that the 100,000 points are only for April."

As I expected, it went just as I predicted.

And I'm fortunate. I couldn't have thought from such a broad perspective on my own, and his explanation is quite convincing. But...

"Why couldn't Mr. Sakagami answer Ryuen's question?"

"...You're unexpectedly sharp."

"...What's with that surprised look... Well, it doesn't matter. You had no expression on your face."

Is this guy's facial muscles dead...?

"I keep my facial muscles still. There's no point in being mistaken for a dead person, right?"

"Can you stop reading my mind? It's creepy."

"...Well, let's get back to the topic. The reason why he couldn't answer is simply because there's not enough information."

Naturally. If he could come to a conclusion based on just that, it would be questionable if he's human.

"But even with the information we have now, we can make assumptions."

I immediately look at Kamukura's face. His expression remains the same as before, but that doesn't matter.

This guy clearly stated that he can make accurate assumptions.

Whether this assumption is right or wrong, it doesn't matter.

His answer is worth listening to.

"This school has too many surveillance cameras. They monitor every corner of the school, as if it's a prison."

"Indeed, I've seen them even on the way back home."

"So, why the need for surveillance? It's to quickly address any problems that may arise. With this many surveillance cameras, it will be clear at a glance when, where, who, what, how, and why something happened."

Kamukura's words continue.

"And that applies to the classes as well. In other words, the school is monitoring the students with surveillance cameras and evaluating them strictly based on certain criteria."

"Evaluation?"

"Yes. It could be things like classroom behavior or daily conduct. Well, I don't know the details, but the school won't directly teach us about such strict evaluations. Instead, they're giving us hints, expecting us to figure it out."

Indeed, Mr. Sakagami's way of speaking felt off. When you feel something is off, everything starts to look suspicious. What was that phenomenon called again...

"Besides, if they revealed it, even if there are many fools in the class, they would only receive an 'excellent' evaluation within those rules. If that's what they seek, there's no need for this many surveillance cameras. ...I got a bit off track, but to summarize the reason why they couldn't answer, it's because they want to evaluate students as they are and quantify it. And I assume that quantified value is what determines the monthly points."

If what he's saying is correct, this school is truly meritocratic. ...I should take that as a lesson. So, is this guy's speculation somewhat accurate?

I'm trying to understand the situation using my mediocre brain.

"...So, what are the evaluation criteria?"

"I don't know. We'll have to figure that out as we go."

Well, I guess so. But his words were worth listening to after all. Until I get used to this peculiar school, it seems convenient to be with him.

In that case...

"...Hey, shall we exchange contact information?"

Oh? Come to think of it, it might be my first time directly exchanging contact information with a guy...

After saying it, I remembered that fact and felt a slight embarrassment.

"Sure."

"...This time, you're not reading my mind."

"Do you want me to?"

"...Gross."

And that's how he became my first male friend.

While talking to Ibuki-san, we had unknowingly arrived at the dormitory. This school has an unusual structure where the boys' and girls' dormitories are together, with the boys' dormitory on the lower floor and the girls' dormitory on the upper floor.

I think it would be better to separate the dorms for boys and girls at this age, but honestly, I don't really care. From my perspective, gender is just a trivial difference.

After bidding farewell to her, I immediately headed to my room in the dormitory.

The room wasn't particularly spacious, but it was more than enough for a high school student to live in comfortably.

It had the essential items for daily life, such as a bed, refrigerator, desk, and chair, but there were no additional things like cooking utensils.

"I never expected even the water and electricity bills to be free... I thought they would deduct it from the 100,000 points, to cover the expenses for necessary tools, electricity, water, and procuring equipment for club activities, and so on. But when I think about it more carefully and compare it with the amount of surveillance cameras and Mr. Sakagami's statements, various strange things come to light."

"It seems like we should abandon the notion that it's just digitized cash."

It's past 1 o'clock now. Come to think of it, I haven't had lunch yet. The timing seems just right, so why not explore a bit while getting lunch and the necessary items for daily life?

After finishing up the minimal check of my room and gathering a list of things to buy, I head outside.

Now, shall we go?

I'm back.

Isn't it too early? What are you talking about? I've been out for about three hours.

Can't you see that I have bags in both hands?

Well then, let me introduce my spoils first. I bought some essential items from the home center and convenience store.

It wasn't particularly meaningful, but shopping is still enjoyable when you're alone.

I made a reasonable purchase, but I still have plenty of points left.

Indeed, 100,000 points is quite a lot. Maybe that's why I ended up buying instant ramen.

Some people might say that I have the talent of a cook or chef and could make it myself, but they're right.

However, I've never had this kind of meal before.

So I have some expectations. That's why I decided on having it for dinner tonight.

"By the way, a section for free items...?"

Almost unconsciously, I mutter to myself.

Both the convenience store and home center had sections for free items. Moreover, even the food court where I had lunch offered free meals.

To be frank, it's too generous.

Perhaps these free items are a relief measure for people who don't have points. It would make sense for those who can't use their points due to some kind of accident. In that case, it's understandable that the number of users would be limited.

But it was clearly abundant. It was particularly evident in the free meal section. It's unlikely that everyone there had the motive of dieting or saving money, judging by their expressions.

Every one of them had a face on the verge of despair. It can't be explained by mere coincidence unless it's an astronomical probability.

In other words, it's highly likely that something will happen in the future that will cause a decrease in points and have a significant impact on our lives.

"...Considering everything that happened today, maybe I should go to bed early."

It's exhausting to start something new.

So, let's have this cup of ramen and go to sleep quickly.

We'll talk about it another day.

I lie down on my brand-new bed and promptly close my eyes.

The classroom was lively and bustling with noise. Since the entrance ceremony, students had formed groups, and within these groups, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, engaging in lively conversations.

As for me, I was alone. I was what they call a "loner."

Of course, in a class setting, there are always individuals like me. Some students may want to join those groups but hesitate if it's too late, while others prefer being alone without even needing friends. It's somewhat unusual that there are more of the latter type in this class. What's even more peculiar is that there are already students who seem to have a senpai-kohai relationship.

As I pondered over these thoughts, the next teacher for the class had arrived without me realizing. This is an advanced school operated by the government.

Naturally, I thought the classes would be of a very high level, but it seems that's not the case.

The classes are just ordinary ones that you would find in any school. After teaching the students a certain educational policy, the lessons progress at a moderate pace. The only difference might be the quality of the teachers? So far, I've attended three classes, and all the teachers are skilled at teaching.

And all the teachers are friendly. Even if you're not particularly academically inclined, if you ask questions, they will kindly provide answers.

If you pay attention in class and review the material, you can achieve high scores on tests with the knowledge gained.

However, there are some peculiar aspects.

For instance, the lack of attention given to students who display inappropriate behavior during class. Some students were using their phones or sleeping, behaving in a manner unfit for a class, yet the teachers didn't reprimand them.

But the peculiar thing is this.

Instead of giving them warnings for their inappropriate behavior during class, the teachers write something in their notes or clipboards.

I've started to understand. What this school values...

"Today's class ends here. Make sure to review what you learned today."

As the chime rang, the female teacher who had been teaching Japanese history until now calmly delivered those words and swiftly left the classroom.

As she left, the classroom immediately became restless.

The class had temporarily ended, and it was now lunch break.

As I mentioned earlier, I'm a loner. I don't have any friends to have lunch with.

My plan for today is to go to the school cafeteria.

I initially planned to bring a homemade lunch for the sake of saving money, but I wanted to see what the cafeteria was like, so I decided to go just for today.

Come to think of it, yesterday's cup ramen wasn't particularly delicious.

But it wasn't bad either. It's understandable why it's popular considering it's convenient to make and the price. The only downside is that it contains a slightly unhealthy amount of ingredients.

So, it should be limited to once or twice a month. If I get the chance to try it again, I might go for the ramen rice option.

And there are other varieties...

"Hey, why don't we have lunch together?"

I heard a female voice inviting someone to have lunch nearby.

Instinctively, I turned my gaze towards the voice, thinking I was being called.

But it was a misunderstanding. It wasn't me who was invited, but Ibuki-san sitting in front of me.

I guess I was a bit self-conscious. If I had reacted more strongly, I might have received some strange looks.

"I'll pass. I brought my own lunch."

"Is that so? But isn't it more enjoyable to eat with everyone?"

"...I'm sorry, but I prefer to have my meals in peace. Please ask someone else."

She firmly declined. She has quite a tomboyish personality.

If I were to compare her to an animal, what would she be?

Well, it's difficult to liken her to a herbivorous animal.

Small animals wouldn't work either. It might be more fitting to compare her to a meat-eating animal like a wolf with a slightly unruly appearance, sporting blond hair slicked back.

But considering that she prepares her own lunch, there's also a domestic side to her. When I think about it, this comparison becomes quite challenging.

After being turned down, the girl who invited Ibuki-san went to join another group, muttering something under her breath.

Now then, let's head to the cafeteria quickly.

We've arrived at the convenience store.

The school cafeteria was too crowded, so I gave up on it. It was so packed that I would have ended up late for class if I had lined up honestly.

Therefore, today, I'll satisfy myself with bread and free drinks. I firmly resolved within myself that I'll challenge the school cafeteria tomorrow.

Since I'm a bit pressed for time, let's hurry back to the classroom.

I started walking at a faster pace than usual.

"That was really crowded, wasn't it, Sakayanagi-san?"

"Yes, it was. I'm sorry for causing trouble for everyone. I feel bad that you couldn't eat at the cafeteria because you had to match my walking pace."

"N-No! It's not your fault, Sakayanagi-san!"

"Yeah, that's right! It was just bad luck!"

As a group of 4.5 people approached, among them was a white girl who stood out from the rest.

Her hair and skin were so pale that she seemed to emit a white glow all over.

The people around her seemed unremarkable, lacking any particular physical features or evident talents. There was one student with blond slicked-back hair, wearing a partially unbuttoned dress shirt and casual pants, giving off a delinquent vibe. He might be one of the more interesting ones among the group.

However, the white girl walking towards them was different.

Though her physique was more like that of a girl than a woman, her perfectly balanced facial features exuded an overwhelmingly charming smile and graceful posture.

Her blue eyes, reminiscent of sapphires, were not only beautiful but also cold. Most of all, they were eyes filled with self-assurance.

The girl was using a cane while walking, suggesting that she had some sort of physical impairment.

Despite that, her presence didn't give off the fragility typical of a sickly girl; instead, it was reminiscent of a fierce predatory animal.

She continued to walk calmly, about to pass by them.

The group was engrossed in their conversation and seemed not to notice them.

In that moment of passing, their eyes met. It was a fleeting moment, but it left a strong impression on the protagonist.

Whatever she thought in that moment didn't matter.

This girl was strong. The specifics of what made her strong were irrelevant. But still, it wasn't enough...

"Boring."

It was an involuntary utterance, spoken in a very soft voice. It probably went unheard by the other members of the group, but the white girl likely heard it.

Without looking back, the protagonist walked towards the classroom.

As I felt the gaze from behind, lunch was more important than worrying about that.

"I have something to convey during today's homeroom. Once you hear it, we'll dismiss. Don't worry, even though I said 'convey,' it's just one thing. I'll keep it brief so it won't take away your after-school time."

All the classes were over, and it was time for the homeroom before leaving.

As Sakagami-sensei stood at the podium, the students fell silent.

Immediately, the teacher began speaking.

"What I'm going to talk about today is an additional explanation regarding points. Yesterday, I received some questions from several students, so I'll take this opportunity to explain.

The question was whether it's possible to increase points. The answer is yes. Club activities and student council are good examples. If you achieve good results in the club you join, your points will increase. The same goes for the student council.

We will have an orientation for new students in the future, so I recommend those who are interested in club activities or the student council to participate there."

In short, it's a reward. This will lead to students without talent joining clubs for the sake of points.

Boring.

"It seems like you all haven't had any trouble with using points these past two days. Use them wisely since there's nothing you can't buy with points.

Now, I'll conclude the explanation. Be careful not to forget anything and head home. Dismissed."

That was truly brief.

But still, there's nothing you can't buy with points... Is that so?

We really need to remove the perception that points are simply cash in numerical form.

Now that everyone has started leaving, it's time for me to--

"Hey, Kamukura, are you free after this?"

Ibuki-san approached me.

I wonder what she wants... Most likely, it's about the discussion on points. Unfortunately, I have plans after school today.

"I'm sorry, Ibuki-san. I have somewhere to go after this. I'm not free."

"I see. Then maybe next time."

"Yes. Once I've gathered my thoughts and formed a certain opinion, I'll talk to you."

"...I understand."

Ibuki-san had a somewhat embarrassed expression. It seems she's frustrated that I could guess what she was thinking.

She has quite a high pride. Very human, indeed.

Time is limited, so let's head to the intended place right away.

"What should I do with my time after this?"

Ignoring Ibuki-san's sigh-filled words, I proceeded towards my destination.

Volume 1 - Ch. 3 King

Since I was born, there have been hardly any questions in my mind.

Why can't the people around me predict things that are so obvious?

Why are there things they don't understand?

Why do they give up when they can't do something and pass it on to others?

Why do people seek hope?

As I pondered these questions, I came to a conclusion. Boring.

The first unknown thing I encountered was despair. So, I became desperate and agreed with it. I had hope. But even despair couldn't overturn my predictions.

Boring. Ah, boring.

After that, hope overcame despair. Just as I had hoped.

But despair doesn't give up easily. Whether winning or losing, it had prepared means to give birth to new despair. Just as I had hoped.

However, hope creates miracles, and no one is enveloped by despair anymore.

That's not what I hoped for... I am the one who introduced Alter Ego Junko Enoshima, or more precisely, the virus within her, into the "Rehabilitation of Hope" program. The goal was to see which is more unexpected between hope and despair.

However, there were unavoidable sacrifices. And the remnants of despair couldn't return to normal after defeating Junko Enoshima. Despair couldn't be released into the world again. It was a sacrifice for that reason.

That was supposed to happen. The existence of Kamukura Izuru was also supposed to disappear.

However, Hajime Hinata created a miracle. He, who was not supposed to have any talent, surpassed expectations.

Even though our appearances are different, is it because Hajime Hinata is still me that he brought about different results?

No, he didn't have such talent. He shouldn't have had it.

"See, if you try, things will work out somehow!"

Try and things will work out.

A boring phrase.

I don't possess the emotions that correspond to that phrase.

But he became the trigger that brought out my talent. It was this phrase of hers.

I don't understand. I don't understand it.

But now, I might be able to perceive it from a different perspectivethis sensation, which I had once discarded, may be connected to one of the "emotions."

About a month has passed since school started.

Not much has happened during this time.

We didn't even attend the orientation that Sakagami-sensei mentioned before, and if I have to mention something, it would be the quizzes and the student council president.

Well, those things will become clear eventually, so they don't really matter.

The daily cycle went like this: Wake up - Go to school - Attend classes - Go home - Sleep.

Was there anything else? Well, if I have to mention something, I had some conversations with Ibuki. It seems like she considers me as a friend.

But such things don't matter.

Today is May 1st, the day of point distribution.

Therefore, the restlessness among the students was more intense than usual.

"Hey, isn't the way the points are transferred strange?"

"Yeah, I've only received around 50,000 points."

"Same here."

A group of three female students was discussing such matters. I think one of their names was Manabe... or something like that. It's incredibly boring. Maybe they forgot about Ryuen's question on the first day.

In about 10 minutes, the morning homeroom will begin.

Thinking that, Ibuki arrives at school. After confirming my presence, she immediately places her belongings on her desk and faces me.

Her expression shows both interest and caution.

"...As you said, I've only received about half of the points."

"Yes, the remaining points are a fair amount, I suppose."

Ibuki speaks in a low voice. That's right. If I had loudly mentioned that the points were decreasing, people would gather.

For someone who is not good at socializing, it would be a difficult situation.

"How many points do you have left?"

"I have over 80,000 points."

"I have a similar amount... You told me to value the points, so I kept a decent amount. Do you think your prediction was correct, or do you think it missed the mark?"

"I don't think it missed the mark. My prediction was correct."

"I see. Then my efforts were worth it. But should I continue making bento lunches..."

Maybe she's not good at making bento lunches.

Well, you could call it a gap moe.

Since I don't go to school, I'm bored, so I'm eager to learn various things. For example, I'm gradually studying modern expressions.

Honestly, they're mostly silly words, but sometimes there are words that aren't foolish, which surprisingly stimulate me.

While I was thinking about that, Sakagami-sensei enters the classroom. The chime for the morning homeroom hasn't rung yet.

In his hand, he holds the school bag he usually uses for classes and a large white paper that he has rolled up for easy carrying.

So, he's going to show everyone the contents of that white paper.

It seems like there will be various announcements today as well.

"Good morning, everyone. It's a bit early, but I want to start the morning homeroom. Before I begin the explanation, I'll take questions. Those who have questions, please raise your hands."

Words that couldn't be said without predicting them in advance. As expected, he's going to explain everything about the points in today's homeroom.

"Oh? I thought someone would ask why they didn't receive 100,000 points... I see. It seems this year's Class C has many outstanding students."

Sakagami-sensei looks at all the students in the classroom. I feel like he's become somewhat colder than his attitude towards the students in the past month.

In fact, there's no emotion in his statement praising the class.

Well, it's probably because he's playing the most suitable role to give the students warnings and push them forward during this explanation.

"Now, before explaining about the points, let's first take a look at this."

He takes out a pen and starts writing something on the whiteboard.

He finishes writing in about 10 seconds, and there, the points for each class are written in units called "cp."

Class A: 940 cp

Class B: 650 cp

Class C: 490 cp

Class D: 0 cp

"Let me explain what cp (class points) means. This school measures students' abilities. You can think of the points as an evaluation of your class's abilities."

I see. The evaluation of the class's abilities.

Based on the philosophy of Auguste Comte, a positivist philosopher and the founder of sociology.

He advocated the "organic theory of society," which considers society as a single organism that cannot be reduced to the sum of individuals.

By utilizing this idea, this school treats each class as a society and evaluates and grades them numerically. It's a grading method that looks towards the future.

"Each class is initially given 1,000 cp. Then, based on your daily behavior, we evaluate whether you have shown an attitude unsuitable for a student at this school. If we confirm that, we deduct points from the initial 1,000 cp. So, today's points that have been given are 1,000 cp, which is equivalent to 100,000 pp (private points). Therefore, you can understand that you have been given 490 cp, which means 49,000 pp, right?"

"Hey, Sensei, can I ask a question?"

"Hmm. I would prefer it to be at the end, but well, it's fine. Did you have any puzzling points, Ryuen-kun?"

Quietly raising his hand, Ryuen asks the teacher. The classfalls silent, and everyone's attention focuses on him. It's a scene I've seen before.

"Can you tell us the details of how the points were deducted?"

"I cannot do that. Whether it's personnel evaluation, entering society, or entering a company, it's up to the company to decide the detailed assessment criteria. And our school policy is not to disclose those assessment criteria. However, because it wouldn't be satisfying to leave you without an answer, let me give you a hint from my personal perspective. The reason why points were deducted is that you haven't been doing the things that should be done as a matter of course."

"I see! I understand now. Thanks for explaining."

Ryuen seems to have understood and returns to his seat. It's not like he instantly comprehended the teacher's words in a split second. He must have made some reasonable assumptions and they turned out to be correct, hence his quick understanding.

"The school doesn't fundamentally reject your way of life. It's all about personal responsibility. Even if you come late or skip classes, we won't say anything in particular. But the consequences of your actions will affect not only you but the entire class. This result is evident, right? Especially this year's Class D has achieved the lowest, or rather, the highest record in history."

0 cp, in other words, 0 points. Based on what I've heard so far, you wouldn't achieve such a disastrous result if you simply did the bare minimum.

Indeed, it's not boring; rather, it's rather impressive.

And a new fact becomes clear.

The point difference is so neatly spread out.

I see, so I'm in Class C, huh?

"I think you intelligent students have already realized this, but the class division in this school is special. The excellent students are divided into Class A in descending order. Of course, I cannot explain the basis for this division. Please understand that. And you all are in Class C, which means you have been evaluated slightly below average by the school."

The atmosphere in the class becomes tense. It's probably the first time they've received such a scolding from Sakagami-sensei. They can feel the anger of being seen through and they are angry themselves, and the entire classroom can sense it.

"Don't be so angry. I'm not looking down on you for saying that. Didn't I mention it earlier? You all are the ones who passed through a narrow gate when you entered this school. And I have something else to tell you. This school boasts a 100% rate of students going on to higher education or finding employment, but that applies only to the students in Class A when they graduate."

Now, the whole class begins to stir. It's understandable because many students may have chosen this school based on the high rate of further education and job placement.

Sakagami-sensei's words fundamentally contradict that, so it's natural for them to be bewildered.

"And the most important thing is that based on your cp, you can move up to a higher class."

"I see... It's truly a meritocracy."

"That's right, Ryuen-kun. This cp is not just the monthly transferred money, it has a proportional relationship with the class ranking. In other words, if you had 651 cp, you would have been in Class B."

Ryuen, who understood everything, smiles triumphantly.

Many other students, despite receiving a low evaluation, don't care about that and are already thinking of aiming higher, aiming for a class change.

"Now, I think that's enough about the school's system. Now, let's take a look at this."

He unfolds the white paper he brought and sticks it to the whiteboard so that everyone can see.

It contains the results of the recent quiz we took.

Names and scores are written there, making everyone's results clearly visible. The student with the highest score is written in the top left corner, and the scores go down from there, with some students having the same score at the bottom.

From 100 to 90, 85, and down to 45, 55, and 60.

It seems there are students with the same score starting from 60.

The average score is probably in the low 70s.

"This time, no one in this class received a failing grade, but anyone who gets even one failing grade on the midterm or final exams in the next three weeks will be expelled. I want all of you to understand this deeply."

The classroom, which was the most restless today, becomes even more agitated. Failing a test means immediate expulsion. Expulsion. Just when our dream high school life had just begun, we never imagined we would be faced with such a harsh trial.

Indeed, I can see that Ishizaki, who scored the lowest in the class, has a miserable expression.

"Expulsion is not a threat. You can ask if there have been any senior students who were expelled. Then you will know it's true. Any questions?... If not, let's conclude today's homeroom. You may disperse."

Saying that, Sakagami-sensei leaves the classroom.

The class becomes even more restless. But no one shows any signs of settling down.

As time goes by, some students regain their composure, but most of them are not in a calm state of mind as the first-period class begins.

After all the classes ended, it was time for after-school.

Today's after-school period was supposed to be tea time and relaxing, but that wasn't the case this time.

It was because Ryuen, the male student who had asked the teacher a question on the first day, gathered everyone in the classroom.

Normally, there would be no reason to go, but if it was about the points, I decided to participate this time, thinking I would leave immediately if it got boring.

Looking around, everyone in the class was staying.

Indeed, this class was quite unusual. Almost everyone had ambitions. There was no need to speculate on what those ambitions were.

"Alright, everyone is here. It feels strange after a month, but let's start with self-introductions. I'm Ryuen Kakeru, the 'king' of this class."

Ryuen, who proclaimed himself as the king, had placed two students as his bodyguards around him.

One was a half-Japanese boy with a height well over 180cm and muscles that could rival an athlete. The other was a tough-looking boy who could easily be called a "delinquent" and was known as Ishizaki, the student with the lowest score on the test.

The atmosphere in the entire class became tense. Ibuki, who was sitting in the front row, was also emitting a hostile aura.

"It's great, all of you. There are so many who don't want to recognize me as the king. So, let's start from there. Let's decide who will rule this class."

Ryuen words continued.

"This school is different. To fight and win within the class, we need someone to lead. The rules are unlimited, you can use any means necessary. Observe the weaknesses of your enemies other than yourself. And crush anyone other than yourself. The last one standing will be the king. ...Oh, so those who don't care about class struggle can leave now. Be careful not to get involved for the next week or two, as things will get rough. But once the king is decided, don't complain. That's the condition. Now, it's the final choice."

Ryuen provokes the entire class like he's issuing a challenge.

Just by hearing this, his charisma is evident. The other classmates should also be aware of it.

However, they are also unique students, each with their quirks.

They probably have emotions like not liking Ryuen words, getting carried away, finding it interesting, or thinking they themselves should become the king.

That's why a leader, a "king," who can unite this self-centered class, is necessary.

But let me say this

No matter how much the other students dislike Ryuen, it doesn't matter anymore.

He has already taken the initiative. Asking questions about the points. That alone is a significant move.

To explain the current situation in one word, this saying fits perfectly.

"If you move first, you can control others, but if you fall behind, you will be controlled by others."

Who was it that asked for a hint in the darkness on the first day when we didn't know anything? If they were slightly superior or slightly cowardly, they would have chosen Ryuen over the other students.

Are there any other people besides him who quickly doubt those points and give their own answers? If there are, do they have more initiative than him?

And he has two pawns. That alone makes a clear difference.

It's boring. There's no point in participating in something so obvious.

As soon as he finished speaking, I stood up from my desk to leave the classroom.

At almost the same time, a girl with hair that had a mix of light blue and silver also stood up. She had a calm and gentle aura, appearing like a literature-loving girl, carrying a book that she probably bought herself in her school bag.

All eyes were on me and her.

In this atmosphere, it seemed beyond their understanding that they could leave this place where a discussion that would determine the class's future was about to take place.

Ibuki had an indifferent expression that seemed to say, "Well, that's it." It seemed she had some expectations, given that we've known each other a little longer than the others.

Ryuen gazed at me and the girl as if evaluating us.

Our gazes met.

Ryuen scoffed at us. From his perspective, those who leave now are not important. His aura was akin to that of a champion.

If I were to compare him to an animal, he would be the king of wild beasts, a lion.

I don't care about his ideology, but he will undoubtedly be a prominent presence in this school.

But... boring.

With him now, he couldn't even be compared to that white-haired girl.

Now I know where he will stumble and end up; he's not different from any other student in my eyes.

I averted my gaze from Ryuen and went through the back door.

I'll ask Ibuki about what happens next.

Now, where should I go next?

Since I haven't decided where to go, I start walking towards the dormitory as usual. But my steps come to a halt.

That's because I heard a voice from behind.

"Are you not interested in the class struggle either?"

The clear and high soprano voice belonged to the girl who stood with me earlier.

I didn't intend to talk to her, so I just nodded to indicate that she was right. I planned to go home early.

"Why aren't you interested?"

As she asked, she walked closer to me.

Since it wasn't something I could entirely ignore, I reluctantly answered.

"Because it's boring."

"Boring?"

"Yes, boring. It doesn't matter to me who becomes the king. And I can already see the outcome. There's no point in getting involved in something like that."

"...I didn't say it, but considering everything boring isn't good."

"Then why did you leave the class?"

"Because I don't like conflicts. Also, today is the day of the launch of a new book."

It seems none of her reasons are lies.

This girl truly isn't interested in the class struggle. Moreover, she values the release of a new book more.

I think she's genuinely unusual. And at the same time, I feel she's similar to him.

To this girl, who has the talent to be a Super High School Level Bookworm, immersing herself wholeheartedly in her favorite things with unmatched passion.

That's probably why I hesitate to conclude that she's boring.

"Do you like books, don't you?"

That was unexpected.

Kamukura Izuru initiated a topic with someone else.

As soon as she heard my words, the girl's attitude changed from calm to highly interested, and she brought her face close to mine.

She's beautiful. Beautiful enough to be called beautiful among a hundred people.

If a girl like her brings her face close, the average male student would surely be surprised.

"Do you have an interest in books!"

"...I have knowledge about famous works, but I'm not interested in reading."

"Then you should try it! Reading!"

She grew stronger with an attitude completely opposite to before, and for a moment, it surprised me.

A little bothersome.

"If you're free today, let's go to the library to read. I'll guide you!"

She got even closer. Her sparkling eyes and my face were so close that our noses would touch.

Maybe because we were so close, I could smell her pleasant fragrance.

Maybe it's because of the shampoo she used.

This is becoming troublesome. It's not about losing control of my reasons or anything. It's just that it would be bothersome after rejecting her offer, as she only has the option to say "yes."

There's no other way, so let's give in to her enthusiasm.

Honestly, in my opinion, books are just intellectual records, but this is a good opportunity to reconsider.

"...Alright. I'll accompany you, but only for a short while."

"Really! Yay! Let's go to the library then!"

With her increasing excitement, the girl grabs my hand and tries to lead me to the library.

"No need to hold hands. I won't run away."

"That's just the fastest way to go."

She seems serious. She looks genuinely natural.

People like her unintentionally cause trouble without any malicious intent, making it even more bothersome.

"By the way... we haven't introduced ourselves, right? I'm Shiina Hiyori. And you?"

"Kamukura Izuru."

When she heard my name, Shiina-san's eyes widened slightly.

"Oh, it's you."

"But, haven't I met you for the first time?"

"I remember because there was only one person who scored higher than me on the previous quiz."

"Is that so? Then please take me to the library quickly."

"Sure. Time is limited, so can we go?"

So, on the first day of school receiving points, I spent time alone with Shiina Hiyori.

Intimacy with Shiina Hiyori increased!

Volume 1 - Ch. 4 Called by the King

One week has passed since Ryuen-kun's declaration. The chaotic atmosphere during after-school time has gradually settled down.

It can be said that the king is being decided at this point.

Honestly, it would be unbearable if this situation continues for another week.

The increasing number of students with bandages on their faces or hiding behind masks indicates that intense conflicts are taking place during after-school hours.

And it's not limited to just after-school. Even during classes, the atmosphere has become tense and grim, with students focusing on finding each other's weaknesses.

Due to the points issue, everyone is taking it seriously.

This further emphasizes the eerie atmosphere.

If this situation is about to end soon, those who genuinely want to study and are taking it seriously would feel relieved.

There are only two weeks left until the midterm exams, so it's fortunate for the faction involved in the conflict if it ends quickly.

With these thoughts in mind, it's time for the morning homeroom, and Mr. Sakagami enters the classroom.

"I was going to start today's homeroom... but to be honest, there's no particular announcement to make today. However, it seems that he has something he wants to discuss with everyone."

As Mr. Sakagami says that, a male student stands up and walks towards the teacher's desk.

The one Mr. Sakagami is referring to is Ryuen-kun.

So, it seems he has become the king. How boring.

I heard from Ibuki-san that she has also joined his faction, although she seemed to have resisted for a while before accepting. Well, it seems she wasn't fully convinced... That's why our contact has been cut off recently, and it's a sad situation.

"For me to call out to all of you like this, I assume you already have an idea of what I want to talk about... Yesterday, I gained control over everyone who opposed me."

"In other words, I am now the true king. I'm using this homeroom time to inform you all about it."

Ryuen-kun's words continue.

"This is one of the things I want to tell you all as a confirmation. But there's one more thing I want to discuss, which is more important. It's about my strategy for the upcoming class struggle. I will definitely win, no matter what."

"To achieve that, I will use any means necessary and emerge as the victor in the end. If you don't like it, feel free to oppose me at any time."

"But let me make a promise. I will guide everyone in this class to Class A. So, those who actively support me will receive preferential treatment. That's all."

He exudes confidence.

This is probably what contributes to his charisma. In fact, as his words are heard, the gazes of the students who were previously opposed to him are gradually turning into agreement. Well, there may still be some fear and jealousy, but most of them seem to be in agreement.

However, there are still some who haven't accepted Ryuen-kun as their king.

After all, he hasn't achieved any significant results in the class struggle yet.

Those who have doubts about following him or not will probably make their decision based on the results of the upcoming class struggle. Well, I don't care about the class struggle, so I'll just prepare for class.

"Hey, Kamukura Izuru, Ryuen is calling for you. He wants you to come with him."

Ibuki-san says that.

"Do I really have to go?"

"You're free anyway, so come."

"I don't want to."

"Don't be so stubborn. Just come with me."

Ibuki-san pulls me along, and I reluctantly go with her.

She's as forceful as ever. She really lacks any sense of modesty.

We arrive at a karaoke party room, where Ibuki-san has brought me.

The room is surprisingly spacious, to the point where one could question why it was made so big. It could easily accommodate 15 people.

...So, this is a karaoke room. It has a distinct smell, and it's equipped with soundproofing systems so that even if you sing loudly, it won't be heard in the neighboring rooms.

I see. This place, without surveillance cameras, is an ideal space in the current situation.

And for me, it's unfamiliar territory.

Do people really sing various songs loudly in a place like this? It doesn't seem particularly enjoyable to me.

I'm not familiar with recent songs at all. In fact, I only know a few popular ones.

The only modern song I might know is the mysterious one that Enoshima Junko sang before. That's probably it.

This might be a good opportunity to listen to some popular music and see if any emotions arise.

"Kukuku, no greeting?!"

As I contemplate, I feel a challenging gaze upon me. It's the same gaze I felt before.

I turn my gaze towards it and, as expected, the "king" is there.

He is sitting on a cushion, elegantly sipping a drink.

Standing around him are the same two bodyguards as before, Yamada-kun and Ishizaki-kun.

"The guy who ranks first in the gloomy guy ranking and the guy who looks scary ranking. Kukuku, you're quite popular in this school."

What an ignominious ranking. There's nothing more refreshing than hearing such unabashed criticism. And who took the statistics anyway?

Well, it doesn't really matter.

Let's just wrap up this conversation and go home. I can already predict what he wants to say to me...

Rather than that tiresome topic, music is more important to me.

"You know, I'm not interested in such a meaningless ranking. So, what do you want from me? You just want to bring me under your wing, don't you?"

"...What?"

"What?!"

"You! Consider Ryuen's offer!"

"Shut up, Ishizaki. It's predictable. He won't give in easily."

He stops Ishizaki-kun, who was about to get rowdy, with just his voice. His posture remains unchanged as he continues to assess me with his gaze.

"You have the ability to see through the points, as I heard from Ibuki. That alone is quite impressive. And there's something I want to ask you, coming from someone like you... At what point did you realize it?"

"...I had doubts about the points from the first day, just like you. From there, with the explanation from Mr. Sakagami and my own speculations, I had some accurate assumptions."

"...You're not lying. Good. I'll tell you this—I'm willing to make you my right-hand man."

"Enough of this boring talk. I'd rather focus on something more important.

"I have no intention of participating in such a tedious affair."

"What?"

Ryuen-kun looks surprised by my response.

I'm a little different from the typical student. I don't possess the rational and selfish emotions that drive people based on pros and cons.

Such things don't exist for me.

"I'm seeking the 'unknown' that I'm not aware of. When Ryuen Kakeru became the class leader, it was easy to predict his path. Therefore, it's boring. It's just the known, a waste of time."

"...I see, that's a shame. I actually had quite a high opinion of you. Well, this is the end of our conversation. You can go home. But..."

"...Don't expect to leave for free, okay?"

At the exact same time, overlapping voices resonate. The tone and wavelength of the voices match, reflecting a look of astonishment on his face.

And immediately, anger becomes evident.

He stares at me with such hostility that he seems ready to stand up from his throne and attack.

"Do you understand? That I can already read your thought process. That you're already known to me."

It's predictable that he would direct that expression towards me. It's boring after all.

"Do it, Albert."

Yamada-kun, who was Ryuen-kun's escort until a moment ago, approaches me.

Not only is he over 180cm tall, but his body, covered with well-trained muscles, doesn't look like that of a high school student.

"W-Wait! Albert!"

Ibuki-san's attempt to stop him is futile.

His right fist, emanating from those fearsome muscles, is already unleashed.

But it's meaningless.

I dodge the incoming fist by moving my body to the left.

Yamada-kun's expression shows a slight hint of surprise.

He's off guard.

He has absolute confidence that he won't lose and is judging me based solely on my appearance. That's the cause of his carelessness.

So he hasn't even predicted that I would counterattack, let alone that my attack would surpass his expectations.

As I dodge the attack, I step forward and deliver a strong palm strike to his solar plexus, using my left foot as the axis.

Spittle is expelled from his mouth, and he takes a few steps back, clutching his stomach and kneeling.

"U-Urgh... You can't... Albert..."

"Kamukura Izuru..."

Ishizaki-kun and Ibuki-san, who are clearly surprised.

It's understandable. I haven't shown any "violence" in front of them or at this school since I came here.

Perhaps they had a sense that I was physically adept from my performance in physical education, but they likely thought that fighting and sports were different.

What a foolish assumption.

"Hahaha! This is great! I never expected you to be not only intelligent but also an expert in violence! I want you even more in my ranks."

The king, who was glaring at me with an intent to kill just a moment ago, now seems to be in a very good mood, laughing heartily.

After finishing his laughter, he stands up from his throne and approaches with one hand in his pocket.

He stops Yamada-kun, who is trying to stand up, and makes him step back. It's probably his way of showing kindness.

"Alright, I'll take you on. And this will be the last invitation. If I win here and now, you'll join me. If I lose, I'll stop trying to recruit you. You can do as you please. Simple enough, right?"

"Do as you please. However, I don't think it's possible for you to defeat me, who possesses talent in all martial arts."

"You damn narcissist! There's no redeeming you!"

Ryuen-kun, who had attacked first, approaches me while cursing and extends his left hand to gouge out my eyes.

I grab his left wrist with my left hand to block the attack, and he tries to transition to a second attack.

He's putting force into his supporting leg, aiming for an attack with a kick. It's probably aimed at my groin.

Indeed, what he said about using any means necessary to win seems to be true.

However, it's just that much.

Compared to the relentless assault by the former Super High School Level Soldier, it feels like child's play.

"What!?"

His attack is stopped before it can be executed.

I pull his body closer while still gripping his wrist and use my left foot to tread on his right foot, preventing it from leaving the ground.

It's the same as before.

Using my left foot as the axis, I deliver a strong palm strike to his solar plexus.

He takes the blow head-on and is sent flying, rolling on the ground until he collides with the cushion where I was sitting earlier.

"R-Ryuen-san!!"

Ishizaki-kun rushes towards Ryuen-kun, who has fallen.

Ryuen-kun tries to stand up while clutching Ishizaki-kun's body.

"Haa... haa... This monster... intentionally used my hair as a diversion...!!"

"You're quite tenacious, huh?"

He can't get up on his own anymore. However, he holds onto someone else's body and tries to stand up despite being in a battered state.

His eyes show no signs of giving up.

"I'm impressed that you still haven't given up," I said.

"...I told you before. Even if I lose now... all I need to do is win in the end. I don't care about the process," he replied.

"It's boring," I said.

"Hah! Let me tell you something, monster. There is always a vulnerability that can be exploited in anyone. When their concentration is lacking in the morning, when they go to the bathroom, when they eat... You're done with recruiting me as you said earlier. But I will keep coming back. If I find an opening, I will attack immediately. So I'll give you a temporary victory. The battle to repay this humiliation has already begun. If you don't like it, try to stop me," he said.

"It's boring," I said.

"Hahaha, is that so? But I can't wait to see your fear. I want to know it soon," he said.

Indeed, it's boring. There is no mistake in what Ryuen-kun is saying. Humans have fears, whether they have a "heart" or not. It's ingrained in their instincts. But he doesn't know what real fear is, the kind that is repulsive to even think about and makes one question if their mind can recover. He can say such things because he doesn't know.

And he...

"Do you still not give up, even after all this?" I asked.

"...Didn't I tell you? Even if I lose now... as long as I win in the end. I don't feel any fear of losing," he said.

That's contradictory. Even if he's human, he should feel fear. It's really naive.

"You're still boring," I said.

"I'm telling you... but remember this. No matter how many times I lose, as long as I keep moving forward, I will eventually win. Regardless of what others say... you can make it somehow if you try," he said.

"...Can you really make it by trying?" I asked.

Today, for the first time, I'm interested in his words.

These are the same words she said to me, Kamukura Izuru. The words she told me.

Strangely, they are completely incongruous with him.

"...So that's how it is," I said.

There is no fixed form for hope. Maybe his attitude is one form of hope.

If I think that way, I can understand why I have expectations for him.

Well, well, this seems to be the same thought process as that pervert who loves "hope."

"...That's what it means," I said.

Hope can surpass my predictions.

I walk towards Ryuen-kun. Even though he is on the verge of death, his gaze towards me hasn't died.

"Let's give it a try," I said.

It's easy to say in words, but it's a different story in practice.

He still doesn't know.

So let's try it. When he faces true despair, let's see if he can shout the same words again.

Using the talent of the Ultimate Despair.

"!?"

"Hi!?"

I directed clear hostility and killing intent towards him for the first time.

I'm sure it stunned Ishizaki-kun, who was holding Ryuen-kun. He fell on his butt.

"...Haha... So that's your... emotion," he said.

"There is no emotion in despair. There is only simple irrationality," I said.

"...How laughable," he said.

"That's despair. So I will thoroughly crush you now, for no reason. I will make you not want to have anything to do with me, not want to exist anymore, and make sure you can't say that you will definitely win in the end," I said.

Emotions that I couldn't see in Ryuen-kun's expression before are now starting to appear. Impatience, fear, and despair.

He has the eyes of someone who is seeing something they don't want to see.

"Aaahhh!"

Whether it was due to fear or confusion, Ishizaki-kun, who was supporting Ryuen-kun, fell on his rear.

At the same time, Ryuen-kun, who can no longer stand on his own, also falls. In that moment, he tries to avert his gaze.

But I won't let him.

I grab his collar, lifting him up to eye level. I bring our eyes close, showing him despair.

"Look, there it is. You also have fear," I said.

Now he must know. It was a misunderstanding for him to think that he was a human without fear.

"Tell me again. What will you do when you face true despair?" I asked.

He is now touching despair. He must have realized what true fear is, something that he cannot confront no matter what he does.

Now, quickly, let me hear your answer.

"...Don't make me say it again, idiot. No matter what, I will always achieve victory in the end. No matter how many times I lose to despair, I will be the one who wins in the end," he said.

Tongue sticking out, he puts on a show that tries to provoke me to the maximum.

It's just a bluff. His voice is trembling and hoarse. Yet he barks.

"It's amusing," I said.

I let go of his collar.

Even though he was defenseless, he falls on his rear once again.

However, he immediately looks back at me. He has the look of despair in his field of vision, something he should not want to see.

An undignified appearance. Despite that, I can no longer say that he's boring.

"Please take care of him," I said.

Ah, this is what it means to be entertained.

He is starting to understand the situation in just a few seconds. Then he starts to smile from the bottom of his heart.

"...Hahahaha! So I can join your ranks by surrendering?" he asked.

"Yes. Let's acknowledge you as the king," I said.

"Is it not boring anymore?" he asked.

"As long as you don't bore me, I will continue to lend you my power," I said.

"Hah! Really... feeling great... let's do it," he said.

It seems he has reached his limit and has lost consciousness.

"Please take care of him," I said.

Oh well, this is what it means to be entertained.

Let's see what happens to him in the future from the best seat in the house.

As I leave the karaoke place, I'm greeted by a beautiful sunset in the sky.

I return to the dormitory.

Somehow, my walking speed feels faster than usual.

The intimacy level with Ryuen Kakeru has increased!

Volume 1 - Ch. 5 The Stage is the Library

A quiet space is unexpectedly not bad.

Without worrying about the surroundings, one can fully immerse oneself in what they want to do.

Do you have such a space too?

For example, your own room where hardly anyone comes and you can do what you want in your true state.

The students in this school live in dormitories, so they must be experiencing that feeling to a great extent.

I also feel dominated by that feeling when I'm in the dormitory.

The dormitory itself is not bad either. However, there is a place I want to recommend.

The library.

It is a space used by everyone, but since people generally don't talk, it can be considered a quiet space.

Here, you can borrow and return books or read them on the spot, but some students use this place for other purposes.

Especially students who utilize it as a place to study are not few.

The library in this school is quite spacious, and desks are available in various places, so if you look around a bit, you can easily find students studying.

That's how good this place is. You can spend time while relaxing.

I learned about this quiet space from Shiina-san.

I wasn't expecting much when she forcefully took me here, but by discovering this place, the outcome became overwhelmingly positive.

I am somewhat grateful to her for that.

Actually, I only expressed my gratitude because it was the appropriate timing to do so, but I think it would be good to understand such emotions eventually.

By the way, Shiina-san was truly a literature-loving girl. Perhaps she also possesses the talent of a Super High School Level Literary Girl.

Or maybe she is even more deserving of that title.

The Super High School Level Literary Girl I saw in the documents before was not unworthy either.

However, she has an issue with her dual personality.

Well, Shiina-san also has a drastic difference between her on and off states, so it's like a dual personality...

Since both aspects have the talent of a Super High School Level Literary Girl, let's conclude it that way.

Now, let's get back to the present.

I am currently in the library.

It's the exam period, so it feels like there are more people than usual.

Therefore, the situation where I can have relaxation time is slightly disturbed.

However, this time I'm not alone, so I didn't come here to relax.

Now, before explaining the current situation, there is something I want to ask you, who I haven't talked to in a while.

Why do you think I am holding a study group in the library?

Well, I can already predict your answer, so there's no need to respond.

Who cares, idiot. That's probably how it goes.

Well then, let's explain it.

To understand that, we have to go back a bit, so please bear with me.

Two days ago, I surrendered to Ryuen-kun's command.

I thought my school life would be boring, but it might become somewhat more colorful.

I'm hoping for something unknown. He showed me possibilities.

By the way, even though I beat him up, he forgave me quite easily.

In return, he told me to produce results in the future.

So, my free time after school will gradually diminish.

And he, as someone who has taken command, won't hesitate to give orders.

I wonder if he can handle me... I have high expectations for his abilities.

While pondering about such things, the chime rings.

It seems someone has come to my room.

Currently, it's after school, and I've returned home to enjoy my own time.

It's the first time someone has come directly to my room.

I don't know who it is, but I wonder what they want.

I go to the entrance and open the door.

There stood a familiar guy and his companions.

"What do you want? Ryuen-kun."

In front of the entrance were Ryuen Kakeru, the king of Class C, and his lively friends: Ishizaki-kun, Yamada-kun, and Ibuki-san.

"Hey, Kamukura, lend us your room. This is an order. You don't have the right to refuse."

Certainly, I predicted that he wouldn't hesitate to give orders to someone who has surrendered.

However, isn't that a bit too pushy?

"Oh... no furniture."

"...It's exactly as it was when I first entered. Didn't you think about changing it even a little? Also, I'm thirsty."

"Hey, Ishizaki, find a desk. I'll look for the bed."

"Got it!"

Currently, there are five people in my room, including myself.

Does this make me someone who is popular and surrounded by friends?

Answer: Impossible.

These people who enter someone else's room so brazenly and demand tea are definitely not contributing to a fulfilling social life.

What's going on? Are they some kind of barbarians? And Ryuen-kun, why are you immediately searching under the bed after entering someone else's room? Why are you clicking your tongue?

Ishizaki-kun, what's with the "it's not here!" expression? Why do you look so frustrated?

And Ibuki-san, why are you rummaging through the fridge without permission? "Can I have a paper cup?" Well, there's none.

Yamada-kun... Ah, you haven't done anything, have you? It's good to see someone with common sense. In fact, you're impressive, with your shoes neatly aligned. And you even took care of Ishizaki-kun's and Ryuen-kun's shoes too.

It seems he has a big heart. Even among these unreasonable people, there is someone who possesses common sense.

You shouldn't judge people solely based on appearances.

"Albert, quickly go buy paper cups. And also some snacks and drinks."

"Hey boss!!"

Ah, my one and only conscience...

"...What's the meaning of this, Ryuen-kun, without any explanation? And please put everything back as it was."

"Hey, Kamukura, don't you have any cushions? I can't sit without them."

"...Then sit on the bed."

Chaos. It's pure chaos.

"Well, wait a moment. Let's wait for Albert to come back. Besides, you can already guess, right?"

"Well... I suppose."

The discussion is probably, no, most likely, about the change in the test scope for the midterms that was announced in today's HR after school.

The test scope that was announced three weeks before the exam suddenly changed two weeks ago.

It's unfair. But for those who are not good at studying, it's honestly not a big deal. They probably haven't studied yet anyway.

On the other hand, for those who diligently studied every day, it must have been unbearable.

Even if a boycott were to happen, it would be somewhat understandable.

"But did you have a reason to come to my room?"

"I could have used my room or Ishizaki's, but I don't want to because they're messy."

Ryuen-kun looks at Ibuki-san. I see, it's easy to guess her straightforward answer.

"Hmph. Do you think I want to go to a dirty place? Albert seemed surprisingly neat, but he refused. I also didn't want four guys in my room. So, that makes you the suitable one. You're serious and your room seems tidy."

It's a response befitting her. And it's understandable that Ryuen-kun and Ishizaki-kun seem to struggle with keeping things organized.

"Kukuku, well, that's how it is. But seriously, this room has absolutely nothing. Not even any erotic books."

"Those things are a waste of points."

"Oh? So, are you using that device to search for erotic videos? Kukuku, isn't it a bit naive not to be cautious about the devices provided by the school? Your predictions aren't that great, huh?"

"In that case, did you buy books?... No, did you make someone buy them for you?"

I look at Ishizaki-kun who is nearby. He had a rather awkward expression. It seems he didn't want that to be known.

"Kukuku, since the beginning of this school, I've been researching entertainment extensively. This school is cautious, but they are lenient when it comes to students' discipline. It's the same with the dorms. If they were selling alcohol, they would have condoms too. And even erotic books and AVs. Well, the places where you can buy them are limited... I haven't found a hotel yet. But I have identified some places without surveillance cameras. Would you like me to introduce them?"

What is he talking about?

Most likely, besides researching about points since the school started, he has been spending his time on these kinds of things. It's just too detailed.

Ibuki-san, sitting on the bed, has eyes as if she's examining trash.

Truly, he never fails to exceed expectations in various ways.

"...So, you intended to use the presence of erotic books in my room as a weakness?"

"Well, you're under my command now. As long as you don't betray me, I won't do such a thing. But I wonder if even you couldn't handle having your sexual preferences exposed?"

"I don't have any sexual preferences."

"Well... It's something that tends to make people want to lie. But by hiding it like that, it makes me think that your preferences might actually be quite unusual."

He seems unlikely to believe whatever I say, so it doesn't really matter anymore.

Well, talking about such vulgar things is a low method in a way, but I learned that using this method can help build a somewhat amicable relationship with people of the same sex.

"Indeed, I'm curious about your preferences when it comes to girls, Kamukura-san."

"Ishizaki, that's a rather good opinion coming from you. I'm also curious."

"Preferences?..."

Since that day, Ishizaki-kun's way of addressing and talking to me has changed. It's similar to how he talks to Ryuen-kun, so he must consider us equals.

But still, preferences regarding women? Unfortunately, I haven't thought about it.

However, even if unnecessary emotions, hobbies, thoughts, and so on have been removed, the instinct of a human being, such as sexual desire, has not been completely eliminated.

Some degree of instinct remains, so it is possible to think about it...

"It's too vague to make a judgment."

"Then let me ask... Well... "

As Ryuen-kun is pondering, the sound of the door opening interrupts.

"Boss, bought it."

"Ah, good work. Well, let's talk about serious matters since you came here for that."

Ryuen-kun instructs Ishizaki-kun and Yamada-kun, who have brought snacks and drinks.

Honestly, I thought this joke would be dragged on, but it seems they can switch topics quickly.

"It's obvious what this is about, it's regarding the midterms. First of all, let me make it clear that I don't intend to fail in C Class this time."

"Hmm, surprising. I thought you would say it's the responsibility of those who fail."

Ibuki-san is right. He's the type of person who can casually discard his pawns. So it doesn't matter to him even if someone can't become one of his pawns.

"Normally, I would discard the riff-raff, but the problem lies after discarding them. The change in class points (CP) due to the students dropping out. I believe a significant portion of the points will be taken away."

It's risky for him to experiment by causing students to drop out. He's not the kind of fool who would gamble on such things right from the start.

"Sakagami said that there is always a way for everyone to overcome this. There should be some technique or trick apart from the straightforward method."

"If it succeeds, will the CP increase?"

"Probably. But I have no intention of increasing the CP."

"Why not? Are there any drawbacks if the points increase?"

The other two, aside from Ibuki-san, seem to be thinking the same thing. They're looking at Ryuen-kun, waiting for his next words.

"In short, I'm just observing for now. I plan to crush all the classes eventually, but it's too early. It would be troublesome to attract hate at this point. There are still things I want to try."

Things he wants to try. Ibuki-san was about to retort, but he seems unwilling to explain and brushes it off vaguely.

"Also, we don't have enough information. We don't know what kind of opponents we're facing and what means they have. It's not wise to reveal ourselves without knowing that. Well, it would be interesting to turn the tables from there, but..."

I agree with what he's saying. However, there is a flaw. It's based on the assumption that the trick will be found.

If we assume that the trick cannot be found, Ryuen-kun might find it entertaining, but other students who are pushed into a corner would no longer have the luxury of composure and would likely revolt.

"...Can you find the trick?"

"Of course. That's why you're here. Even if I can't find it, you should. The reverse is also true."

I see. He seems to have a lot of confidence in me.

Indeed, if Ryuen-kun and I can't find the trick together, it would mean that the only option left is to study seriously and prepare for the actual exams.

However, that would mean there would be no class changes. Class A would remain as Class A, and Class D would remain as Class D.

Considering that, there must be a trick. Moreover, there are likely multiple tricks.

Considering the way Ryuen-kun mentioned Sakagami-sensei and the school's policies, it can be said that it's almost certain.

"So, that's the plan for Class C this time. By the way... the school sure knows how to make things complicated."

"I really wish they'd give us a break..."

The guy who bemoans it is the one who ranked last in the small test.

"Ishizaki, you were the lowest in test before. It's true that you're the one closest to being expelled in Class C."

"Can't you put it more delicately, Ibuki..."

Certainly, except for Ishizaki-kun, there is almost no possibility of anyone else here being expelled. Ibuki-san and Yamada-kun scored reasonably well in the previous test.

There's no need to worry too much.

"Kamukura, I believe you understand, but I need you to work the hardest this time. Tomorrow, I'll gather those who are at risk of failing and send them to you. Don't let them drop out; you can even hold study sessions."

"If we find the trick, wouldn't that be unnecessary?"

"C Class is my nation. I won't abandon those who come along, and I need to show those idiots in the class that we have people like that."

In short, he wants to increase the number of obedient pawns. It's troublesome, isn't it? Well, I don't have the power to refuse.

"During the remaining spare time, I want you to search for the trick and gather information about other classes. Although you don't need to put too much effort into finding the trick, there is one method to conquer this situation. So, while collecting information, take care of those idiots."

"...Understood. Frankly, it's boring."

"Well, don't say that. It's still the preliminary stage. Endure it until then."

"...The phrase 'endure' doesn't suit you."

Ibuki-san and Ishizaki-kun also nod in agreement.

"I am aware. Now, let me give instructions to everyone other than Kamukura. Ibuki, you will also gather information on your own, but prioritize the test. You don't need to put too much effort into it. Ishizaki, you will learn from Kamukura. Albert, you will follow me. It will be more efficient that way."

"...Understood."

"I hate studying..."

"Hey, boss."

And that's how I ended up being forced to hold study sessions. It's boring, but it's his instruction, so I have no choice.

"You look gloomy, Kamukura-kun."

"...Please don't mind it, Shiina-san. My face naturally looks like this."

Since it was more efficient to have two people teaching instead of just one, I asked Shiina-san, who seemed to have some free time, to help me. Even though she wasn't interested in the class struggle, she didn't want our classmates to drop out, so she lent a hand.

The venue is the library, and we hold these study sessions during lunch breaks and after school, for the fifth or sixth time now. There are seven people, including me and Shiina-san, studying here. The ones gathered here are the students at risk of dropping out.

However, Ibuki-san is also here for some reason. I thought she wouldn't be particularly worried, but she said she was acting as a supervisor, so I have to accept it. So, in reality, there are only four people in danger.

Actually, I've noticed it multiple times, but I'm not needed here. The current situation is that it's only Ibuki-san being popular, and I'm left teaching her. Especially Ishizaki-kun, do you want to be taught by a girl? I'll tell that to Ryuen-kun.

And Yamawaki-kun and his friends are the same. They have their eyes set on him too much. It's true that his teaching skills are excellent, and he's a handsome boy, so it can't be helped. But I'm human too. Don't you feel sorry for me?

"Kamukura? Are you okay?"

"...Yes, I'm fine. But let's take a break for now."

I conveyed that intention to Ibuki-san and Shiina-san, and we entered the break time.

After finishing conveying that, I left the library for a moment.

Where are you going? Just to pick some flowers.

When studying, taking regular breaks is essential. In studying, it's not about quantity, but quality. So, one way to improve the quality is by taking breaks. Studying for three hours with one or two breaks in between is more efficient than studying continuously for three hours.

I remember seeing a research paper about this at some university.

Well, everyone has their own way of studying, so I don't intend to impose anything.

However, since I'm the one holding the study sessions, I'll teach in my own way. That's why I plan to get Ibuki-san's score to a perfect score. She's not dumb, and she's quite efficient, so it's rewarding to teach her. Well, she has some difficulties in her personality, though...

...Then, shall we go pick some flowers?

After returning from picking flowers, I found Yamawaki-kun being grabbed by the collar by a tough-looking redhead student who seemed like a troublemaker.

I want to ask what happened while I wasn't there. Ishizaki-kun should have intervened, but why is he just sitting there?

Judging from the surrounding attitudes and atmosphere, it's clear that the redhead, who I'll refer to as Akagami-kun, is about to throw a punch.

The top priority is to stop him.

Using my talent as the Super High School Level Assassin, I move as quietly as possible, masking my presence and footsteps, getting as close as possible in the shortest amount of time.

I made it just in time. If I were a few seconds late, Yamawaki-kun's face would have turned into an unbearable expression.

Now, let's defuse the situation.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The surrounding gazes are painful, so could you please answer quickly, Yamawaki-kun?

Yamawaki-kun doesn't attempt to answer. Instead, he looks at me with frightened eyes.

How dull...!

Suddenly, Akagami-kun starts moving, slightly surprising me.

He releases Yamawaki-kun and immediately brushes my hand away, stepping back.

He moves quite well. However, it doesn't matter. I'm talking to Yamawaki-kun, not him.

I don't have time to deal with you.

"I'm asking you what you're doing, Yamawaki-kun. Well, I can make a rough guess without you saying anything..."

"S-Sorry. I just got carried away for a moment. Hey, so, please, spare me from telling Ryuen-san about this..."

Getting carried away, probably causing trouble for the students present. They're probably students from Class D. The blonde girl among them matches the description of one of the key figures in Class D that I heard during my recent information gathering. I believe her name was Kikyou Kushida.

This is mostly my fault. Yamawaki-kun is the type of person who acts tough towards those weaker than him and acts meekly towards strong people like Ryuen-kun. He's good at surviving in society, to put it nicely, but he's a frustrating person.

This situation probably arose from provoking him due to Class D's position. To make matters worse, he was about to be turned on, and I had to help him. Thanks for helping me without even saying a word.

"Enough already."

"Huh?"

"...Never mind. You guys should go back to the classroom. You're just a nuisance."

"Y-Yeah, understood."

Their voices change from apologies to relief as they leave the scene.

He stands up, gathers his writing tools, and immediately heads toward the exit with his cheerful friends.

I notice that Shiina-san and the others are also preparing to leave.

They want to leave this place quickly and avoid any trouble.

"I'll leave it to you since you're such a nuisance."

Ibuki-san, aren't you supposed to be the supervisor? Where are you going?

...She really is an irresponsible person.

By the way, I heard that even this irresponsible girl has made friends with another girl.

Well, it's Shiina-san, though.

Ibuki-san, I didn't miss the fact that you took Shiina-san, who seemed likely to stay in this situation, with you.

The students from Class D are looking at me.

There's nothing I can do about it. It's troublesome, but let's resolve this situation peacefully.

"Well, it seems like some students from Class C have caused trouble."

I glance at the Class D students. They seem quite unique and formidable.

The black-haired girl, who looks like a model student, is a bit nervous but keeps staring straight at me.

Akagami-kun, the redhead delinquent, has a hostile, or rather, extremely wary gaze.

The blonde girl, Kushida-san, seems to be displaying some fearful gestures. However, it's just superficial. Her eyes reveal clear vigilance.

She seems to have some talent as well.

There are three others who appear to be ordinary students.

However, the boy standing behind the black-haired girl, who seems plain and unremarkable, is looking at me with an intriguing expression.

He's also cautious, but his eyes are filled with excitement, like a child opening a toy box.

He's interesting. He's a type of broken...human that I've never seen before.

He's worth being cautious about. However, that's just a first impression. For now, it's okay to leave him alone.

If he has the abilities he seems to possess, he will eventually become a conspicuous presence. I can deal with it when the time comes.

"...Well, can you promise me that there won't be any more incidents like this in the future? I'm asking you because you seem reliable."

...She's pushing herself. The black-haired girl is clearly pushing herself. It's not because she can't handle my presence or anything like that. It seems like she's clinging to something... Well, it's fine. There's no need to think too deeply about it.

"Don't worry. I'll mention it later."

With these words, the wariness of the Class D students starts to dissipate.

But luck is on my side. What was supposed to be a study session in the library has turned into an opportunity for information gathering. It's like killing two birds with one stone.

Now, shall we leave from here soon?

"Hahaha! Looks like I didn't need to intervene after all!"

A cheerful girl with pale pink hair approaches me from behind and starts talking.

If I were to describe her characteristics, she has a fantastic figure. She's about 160cm tall, but her ample chest doesn't look like that of a high school student.

In fact, she has caught the attention of the boys in Class D.

And she has a face so well put together that it wouldn't be strange to see an illustration titled "The Beautiful Girl Who Makes Everyone Smile."

"Ah! Ichinose-san!"

"Oh! Kushida-san! Long time no see!! Are you studying for the test now?"

Ichinose, I see. Is she the de facto leader of Class B?

With the cohesion that Class B is known for, she must be quite popular.

But honestly, it's tiresome.

If Ichinose-san is as rumored, Ryuen-kun is her natural enemy.

I can see what's coming. Well, I won't say I can predict the outcome, but it doesn't seem so difficult to bring down Class B, even if it takes some time.

"You're Kamukura Izuru-kun, right? It's honestly surprising to see you organizing a study session."

Certainly, as the top-ranked guy in the introverted boys ranking, it wouldn't be strange to think that way.

By the way, I confirmed with Ibuki-san, and she reported that she included me in that dishonorable ranking, so it must be true.

"Kushida-san, who is she?"

The black-haired girl asks Kushida Kikyou.

"She's Ichinose Honami-san! She's a really nice person from Class B!"

"Aw, come on, Kushida-san is the nice one!"

Such tiresome pleasantries.

"Thank you for the explanation, Kushida-san. Ichinose-san, and is it okay to call you Kamukura-kun? I have something I want to ask you. It's about the scope of the midterms that you were taught."

The scope of the midterms? Why would you ask about that?

"You're Horikita Suzune-san, right? Nice to meet you! So, about the scope of the midterms, huh? Hmm, can I borrow the textbook for a moment?... Here, it's from here to here! Ugh, the school can be so unfair, you know! Changing the test scope just a week ago?!"

"A week ago... they changed the test scope?!"

Horikita, the black-haired girl, has a look of shock on her face.

From her actions and expressions, it seems like she's hearing this information for the first time.

Ichinose-san isn't lying.

In other words, there must have been some mistake in the communication from Class D.

This is unfortunate. But it's also fortunate. Class D, which seemed troublesome, is self-destructing on its own.

Well, it's not confirmed yet. If they learn about the existence of our secret techniques, there's still a good chance they can overcome this situation.

"...So, the test scope is different from what we know. And they changed the test...?"

"Oh? Did it not reach Class D? Isn't that quite problematic?... Maybe each class has a different test scope... Hey, Kamukura-kun, what did you hear about the scope from Class C?"

"It's the same as what you taught."

A communication error... Is the homeroom teacher of Class D that incompetent? It's a problem even before measuring their abilities.

"So, probably all the classes will take the same test. Why is Class D the only one experiencing this... Could it be a communication error?"

Her speculation is likely correct. It's impossible for Class D to have a different test.

If there's no clear standard, valuable evaluations cannot be made.

"Thank you, Ichinose-san, Kamukura-kun. We'll take our leave here."

"Are we going to the staff room? We only have about 10 minutes left for lunch break, so we should hurry a bit!"

As Ichinose-san says that, the Class D students check if they have everything and walk quickly towards the exit.

Now, it's time for me to leave from here as well. I need to return to the classroom quickly and complain to Ibuki-san.

As I prepare to take action, the girl with pale pink hair from earlier, Ichinose Honami, approaches me and starts talking.

"Kamukura-kun! Thank you again for stopping their fight."

"I see. Well then, goodbye."

Since I have no particular business with her, I quickly end the conversation. I have to return to the classroom and prepare for the next class.

"Huh? Wait, wait, wait! Why are you leaving so quickly?!"

"? I want to get back to the classroom quickly."

"But even so, your response was too bland!!"

"...What do you want?"

I show her that I'm willing to listen, and she lets out a relieved expression.

And immediately, she looks at me with a smug smile.

How bothersome...

"Straight to the point, I came to talk to you!"

"If you want someone to talk to, I have someone already."

I briskly walk away, leaving her behind.

"Stoooop!! Why are you leaving so fast?!"

"...You're quite noisy. This is the library, you know."

"I wonder who's at fault?"

...She's persistent. She seems to have the momentum to keep talking endlessly even if I ignore her.

It's troublesome, but let's talk to her for a bit while also gathering information.

Besides, regardless of how incompatible she is with Ryuen-kun, there's no denying that she has some talent.

"...We're almost out of break time, so please make it brief."

"Phew, you're quite a unique person. You're a bit different from the rumors, and it's giving me a bit of trouble."

"Rumors? Are you talking about the rankings?"

"Nah, not the rankings... Well, it's not good for me to know about it either."

"I don't care, so you don't have to worry."

It's true that I don't care. However, the people who created those rankings should think about how they would react when they receive the same treatment.

"Oh, I see... But I'm sorry. I apologize on behalf of the girls."

"Is that all you wanted to say?"

"I wonder why you're in such a hurry to leave... Well, let's get to the main point. I have something I want to ask about Ryuen-kun. Are you on his side?"

...I see. She's indeed not to be underestimated. She's not just an airheaded girl.

Being able to conduct direct information gathering using her communication skills is one weapon she has. If she learns to skillfully extract information from others, she can become quite talented.

She has that potential. That's why it's regrettable.

"I'm close friends with Ryuen-kun. We're so close that we walk home together after school."

Now she should understand that I'm on Ryuen-kun's side.

However, I won't reveal anything else. I'm not generous enough to disclose my position or the current situation of Class C that she may want to know based on that.

"...Hahaha. I don't think Ryuen-kun would do something like that, though."

There's one thing I've learned about her.

She's too nice.

Because of her good nature, even if someone tells an obvious lie, she can't mock their friends.

It's different if she's like Ryuen-kun, who doesn't care about anything.

However, this is the library, and there are people around. Making careless remarks will quickly become gossip, so there's a certain risk for someone as "popular" as her to dig deeper.

"People cannot be judged by appearance alone. If you want to know about him, you should ask him directly."

Well, it's impossible for Ryuen-kun and me to walk together. It's a terrible lie even for me.

"...You're tough. But I guess it's good to know that you're not someone to let their guard down. Hey, hey, can I have your contact information?"

"...Sure, I don't mind."

"Oh! Thank you!"

We quickly exchange contact information, and when I check the time, there are 5 minutes left until class starts.

"...Mmm! It's almost 5 minutes before class! Thank you for your time, Kamukura-kun! Let's chat again next time we meet!"

The intimacy with Ichinose Honami has increased!!

Volume 1 - Ch. 6 Negotiation

"What on earth are you doing...?"

"Hehehe, something unexpected happened. So, I'll rely on your intuition."

Time flies unexpectedly fast. It feels like just a moment ago it was the end of lunch break, but now it's already after school.

No matter what you do, time keeps passing, but when you're focused on something, it feels like time flies even faster than usual.

You must have experienced that feeling too, right?

I feel something similar. However, it's not because I find the classes enjoyable. The content of the classes themselves is dull. I remember everything we learn at the level of a first-year high school student.

But to make sure others understand it perfectly, I need to think about how to teach it effectively, what methods to use, and how to apply what they learn in the future. Thinking about all that, time seems to pass faster than I expected.

As I mentioned earlier, it is now after school.

I was about to go to the library again for the study session after school, but now I find myself being taken away by Ryuen-kun.

"When I tried to take you to a place outside the surveillance camera's view to get hints from the seniors, your intentions were somehow transmitted to them. It wouldn't have been possible to react that quickly unless they had experienced the same thing."

Ryuen-kun brought me here for a reason, even though I had entrusted the after-school study session to Shiina-san. But what could be his reason?

In short, he failed at the secret technique he mentioned earlier. He perceives things as if it were a game. Perhaps it was because of his carelessness that he failed.

Well, it would be premature to give up on him. It would be wise to review and learn from his mistakes, so he doesn't make the same ones again.

"What are you planning to do? Are you going to get information about the test from the student council?"

Ryuen-kun's answer is unfortunately incorrect.

But perhaps that was what the school was seeking.

It seems that the student council has considerable power in this school.

They might know about the questions for the midterm exams.

If we can obtain that information, we can overcome this crisis. It's not impossible that the school has prepared such a method to deal with emergencies.

However, that's not the case this time.

"No, I'm doing the same thing you were trying to do—obtaining past exam questions."

"Kukukuh, in that case, it's almost confirmed. Those third-years I threatened earlier managed to escape, but that guy is such a fool. Even though I didn't say anything, he leaked some information about the past exams. As I suspected, it seems like there's something important in the past exams."

The credibility was probably low.

But Ryuen-kun, who understood the reason behind the sudden change in the test scope, doubted everything that could be doubted.

From there, one of the answers he arrived at was obtaining past exam questions, and he seemed to have almost confirmed it just now.

"The school is seeking a way to deal with emergencies. Obtaining past exam questions is one of the answers. If you can predict the question trends, the way they are presented, the number of questions, and how to manage your time in advance, there won't be any chance of getting a failing grade."

"But that requires some knowledge."

"Hah, with three days, you can manage somehow."

Ryuen-kun is not stupid. If he studies seriously, he can achieve decent grades. But for him, studying is a waste of time, believing in "violence" as he does.

"So, tell me already. Who are you planning to meet?"

There's no choice. I don't need to make a big deal out of it.

Well, he probably has some idea, and it's time for the answer check.

I was about to tell Ryuen-kun about the person I'm looking for, but I stopped.

The door to the student council room opened.

"What are you doing here?"

A male student came out of the room and approached us.

He has neatly arranged features and blond hair, and although he's somewhat slim, he has a solid build. He's probably about the same height as Ryuen-kun.

I thought he came out to reprimand us for talking in front of the student council room, but apparently, it's something else.

When he opened the door, he seemed momentarily surprised to see someone nearby. So it must be a coincidence.

"You have nothing to do with this."

"You're unfamiliar faces. Are you first-years, perhaps? But there's no need to come during the test period. What's your purpose?"

I couldn't help but feel suspicious of this incredibly distrustful guy and his selfish speculations.

With that in mind, I respond to his gaze with a puzzled expression.

"It's not as grand as you think. I just need to talk to someone."

"Someone? Is it someone from the student council?"

"Yes, but I don't need your help."

"Hmm, you're not a cute junior, are you? If I lend you a hand now, it's more likely that we won't waste time."

"No need. They'll come eventually."

"Tch, disappointing. You're such a boring person, Ryuuen Kakeru-kun."

"Hah, how dull. Your expectations mean nothing, trash."

"Trash, huh? You think you're the boss monkey, but turned out to be a frog? Your name is a real disappointment."

"Oh, an ignorant frog, huh... Kukukuh, no difference. But it seems we're the same in that regard, trashy boy."

This exchange suddenly started, and it's so typical of them.

But right now, Ryuen-kun's gaze is not on the guy in front of us but on me. I see, it seems like he has grown a little.

The "fear" I imparted seems to have crushed his weakness of overestimating his own abilities.

Of course, that's probably not the only thing he overcame. It would be premature to think that's all there is to it.

The arrogant guy keeps his gaze fixed on me, seeking my agreement. His self-confidence surpasses even Ryuen-kun's.

And he's really persistent. He seems to have too much free time. Since it's the week of exams, he should go home and study already.

While thinking that, I realize I need to respond to his question.

"Kukukuh, I have no business with a small fry like you."

Ryuen-kun adds unnecessary remarks. But let's just say it saved us some trouble.

I have no business with a guy like him. There's no value in talking to him.

That said, the blond guy leaning against the door reveals a hint of anger on his face.

He still seems like he wants to say something, but we don't have time for that anymore.

...Because the person we were looking for has arrived.

"Nagumo, what are you doing? Your laughter echoes through the hallway... Ah, I see, it's you."

The person we were looking for walks towards the student council room from the hallway.

Seems like they were busy with student council work as usual. Quite dedicated, I must say.

When the person sees me, they seem to have grasped the situation to some extent.

"I've brought you here to something."

"Well, fine by me. Let's hear it then. Nagumo, sorry for the interruption..."

"Hehe, I'll take care of the intruder and disappear, as you wish."

The blond male student, the fourth person to appear in this scene, follows the student council president's words and goes somewhere else.

He glanced at us before leaving but didn't say anything in particular, perhaps because the student council president was present.

"So, you have a connection with the student council president."

"Yes, I utilized that connection to confirm some points."

The person and I have a connection.

To explain why we have a connection, I should start from there.

Second day of the entrance ceremony. One of my objectives, even if it meant rejecting Ibuki-san's invitation, was to make contact with a certain student.

I don't have high expectations for questioning the teachers. They are extremely guarded in their responses to questions, making it difficult to extract information.

In order to organize the information, I need to hear from someone who is more familiar with this school than I am.

Well, infiltrating the school's data and investigating would be the quickest way, but with the points I have, I would end up owing someone a large favor and be forced to live on zero yen. If it were just infiltrating a single camera or a mobile device, I wouldn't need to spend that many points. However, the target is the entire database of this school, operated by the government and known for its secrecy. It can be considered quite challenging to crack this school's system.

It's a high-risk strategy to proceed without knowing the value of points.

Therefore, reluctantly, I have to go there myself.

That's where I came up with the idea of relying on a senior to solve the point problem. But it's not just anyone.

It has to be a highly talented student in their third year, not a second-year student.

Another objective of this mission is to determine how many points the outstanding students in this school possess.

Previously, when senior students were eating the free wild vegetable set meal and such, they looked as if they were on the brink of despair.

However, that's only a portion of the students. There are those who eat their meals normally and those who spend a certain amount of points on entertainment. The latter group seems to be more prevalent, in fact.

As I speculated before, there will likely be some sort of point fluctuation in the future. As a result of that fluctuation, some have lost their points. But if there are those who have decreased, it's only natural to assume that there are also those who have increased.

Almost everything in this world follows a binary opposition. It's only natural that this phenomenon does too.

So, I need to know how much the increased points are. Once I know that, I can understand the value of points, which will bring me closer to understanding the true meaning behind Sakagami-sensei statement that points can be used for anything.

Now, how do I identify students who possess points and make contact with them?

But that's not a problem. Without a doubt, every first-year student must have seen the students who possess points.

The student council president. I remember they spoke grateful words representing the students of this school at the entrance ceremony.

If this person is entrusted with being the leader of this school, it wouldn't be strange for them to possess a significant number of points.

In other words, the goal this time is to make contact with the third-year student who I already know, the student council president, and extract as much information as possible.

However, there's one more person I remember—the senior.

To give the information credibility, one person is not enough. So, let's have that student provide information to the student council president before us.

And I have already found one more student. She are walking about 5 meters away from here.

And conveniently, she are getting closer to me.

"Excuse me, are you the senior?"

I make contact with that student. Shall I use my talents as an actor, swindler, psychologist, negotiator, and carry the conversation in a friendly manner?

The person I spoke to is a female student who supported the student council president at the entrance ceremony.

A petite, very gentle third-year student with symmetrical buns tied with purple hair.

She notices my voice and turns around to face me.

"I'm a first-year student named Hajime Hinata! I have something I'd like to ask, do you have a moment?"

"Oh, yes! If it's just for a short while, it's fine! I'm Akane Tachibana, a third-year student. Hajime-kun, what do you want to ask?"

The approach is perfect. Hajime Hinata leaves a better impression on a first encounter than Kamukura Izuru. She doesn't seem to be wary of me, as evident from her reactions, even when she sees my appearance.

"Regarding the points in this school, could you tell me within the limits of what you can answer?"

Akane Tachibana's expression becomes a bit troubled. She's an easy-to-read person, indeed.

She's the right person, just as I thought.

"About the points? I think the school has explained it quite thoroughly..."

"Don't you think it's too much for high school students to receive 100,000 yen per month?"

"You're smarter than I thought. But that's not the case. You all entered this school, and just by doing that, you're considered to have a value of over 100,000 yen."

Almost the same answer as Sakagami-sensei. It's likely something they were instructed to say to senior students who were asked questions by underclassmen.

"I see. Well, then, I have two more things to ask. Senpai, how many points do you currently have?"

"...That's a secret."

She puts her hand to her mouth and raises her index finger.

From her cute gesture, I understand what she means.

However, there was a brief moment.

From that moment, it can be inferred that I, too, am being stopped. It's a long shot, but shall I ask?

"Huh? Is it a rule that you can't tell anyone?"

"Hehehe, that's also a secret! But if you're as talented as you, you'll eventually figure it out! ...So, what's the other question?"

She smiles and laughs, looking delighted and enjoying the conversation.

How boring. It's anticlimactic to extract information so easily.

Well, I have no choice but to do it, as it's necessary for me this time.

The other question is to peek at her device. Just for an instant. I just need to see the screen that displays her owned points.

Her lack of vigilance allows me to gradually close the distance while having a conversation.

With this distance, I should be able to peek at her device.

She is a student chosen for the student council, which means she must be quite talented. It can be assumed that she possesses more points than the average student.

"The other question is... um, how to transfer points?"

"Transfer points? I can tell you that!"

I approach her a little closer, holding my mobile device in one hand. We maintain a distance where our shoulders could almost touch.

This female student is really kind. She must be quite popular with male students.

But how boring. She truly has no sense of caution.

Being kind is a virtue, but being unguarded is simply foolish.

Well then, let's see if luck is on my side. It seems like it has finally arrived.

"Hey, Tachibana, what are you doing there... Hm? That student...?"

"U-Um, President!? I'm sorry! I forgot about the time!"

A male student, the student council president, arrives on the scene. He has black hair, black-framed glasses, and wears the school uniform properly with a straight tie. He truly looks like an honor student.

His face is well-proportioned. He's slightly taller than me, I suppose.

And this guy possesses some good talent.

Talent on par with mine, the Super High School Level talent.

However, judging by his movements, he seems to have some knowledge of martial arts. Moreover, at a very high level.

"S-Sorry! Tachibana-senpai, were you waiting for me with your boyfriend...? I apologize!"

"B-Boyfriend!? Is President my...?"

"Huh? Is that not the case?"

She blushes and panics. It's quite clear to anyone that she has feelings for the student council president.

"I and Tachibana are not in that kind of relationship."

She drops her shoulders, showing an overtly dejected attitude. ...How transparent.

"Ah, is that so... But I'm really sorry for taking your time."

"...It's fine. By the way, why are you still at school at this hour? You're a first-year, right?"

"Yes! I'm a first-year! ...Actually, there were some things I wanted to ask the teachers and senpai. When I asked the teachers, they took more time than I expected... Most of the senpais had already gone home, and I finally found you, Tachibana-senpai!"

"That's quite something. So, what's your name?"

"I'm Hajime Hinata! Nice to meet you! Um... if I remember correctly, you're the student council president who spoke at the entrance ceremony, right?"

Now, shall I gather as much information as I can from him?

"Oh, yes. I'm the student council president of this school, Horikita Manabu."

Everything is going smoothly.

Until I hear the next words from the student council president.

"Now, let me ask you a question this time. Why are you using a fake name, 'Kamukura Izuru'?"

What...?

Why does this person know my name...?

"K-Kamukura? Who are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb. I remember the face and name of the outstanding first-year student this year. Kamukura Izuru, your long hair is too distinctive."

I was surprised, although I didn't show it on my face. At the same time, I was delighted.

The arrival of the "Unknown." With a little excitement, I continue to utilize my talents as a swindler.

"S-So, who are you referring to?"

"You, the exceptionally talented student who scored a perfect score on the entrance exam and possesses outstanding physical abilities. Your personal abilities are considered the best in the history of this school."

"P-President? What are you talking about?"

Akane Tachibana is in a state of confusion, unable to keep up with the current situation.

"Tachibana, this person was trying to extract as much information as possible from you."

"T-That's... I thought I finally had a good underclassman..."

The student council president shifts his gaze away from a disappointed Akane Tachibana and back to me.

"So, what's the deal, Kamukura Izuru? Are you still willing to show me acting skills that even top Hollywood stars would be amazed by?"

This is unexpected. I never thought he would know about me.

There's no helping it. If he continues to suspect me, I won't be able to achieve my goals smoothly.

I make that decision and deactivate my talent as a swindler.

"...I underestimated you, Student Council President."

"You finally sound like yourself. So, what's your purpose?"

"I just wanted to confirm some things about the points."

The student council president stares at my expression and the movement of my eyes, trying to confirm if I'm lying.

"Hmm... Despite it only being the second day of school, you've already noticed the existence of points and have taken action based on that. Moreover, your method of obtaining information through casual conversation is too natural. It seems like your talent stands out among the first-year students."

It's a waste of time for him to state such obvious things.

"Do you want to secure the time to extract information from me?"

"Hmm... You seem to be better than the others."

We lock eyes and face each other. It's troublesome to extract information from him now that he's so cautious.

"Heh, I'll have some expectations for you. Depending on your future actions, I might consider investing in you. I could give you 100,000 points, or even more than a million points in some cases... Now you should have found the answers you were looking for."

With those words filled with conviction, his eyes behind the glasses flicker.

It seems like he has also noticed my objective. I shouldn't underestimate him, after all.

"Alright. Then I'll take my leave here. I'm sure you're running out of time as well."

"Wait. You're the first person who has acted so quickly and deeply understood the situation regarding the points of this school. If you're willing, I can give you a seat in the student council."

"P-President? What are you saying?!"

The student council. As someone who possesses the talents of the student council president, secretary, treasurer, and all other positions, it's nothing but boring for me.

So, there's only one answer.

"I'll decline. However, I would like to have a friendly relationship with you on a personal level."

"I see. Then let's be friendly. I'll also take the opportunity to assess you as a person."

"P-President, it's about time..."

"Right... Then let's meet again, Kamukura Izuru."

With those final words, they walk away at a brisk pace.

We entered the room guided by the student council president. It was a neatly arranged guest room with only three chairs and one desk.

"Don't worry, there are no surveillance cameras here."

As expected of the student council president. He's considerate and familiar with this kind of negotiation. It seems he has done this before.

"So, the fact that you guys came here at this time means..."

"Yes, it's about the midterms."

"I see, so what do you want?"

"We would like to refer to the past exams, specifically the midterms you took when you were in your first year."

The student council president faintly smiles, and for the first time, his expression changes. He takes out a device from his pocket and starts operating it.

A few seconds later, he shows me an image.

The image contains math problems. So it must be a past exam question.

"I had a feeling someone would eventually arrive at this possibility, so I prepared in advance. Don't worry, I have all the questions for the five subjects, and I can give them to you right now. But it's only natural for there to be an exchange of value. I can do it for 30,000 points."

Considering his statement and thorough preparation, this seems to be the right answer. Indeed, it appears that the past exams are the secret technique. However, they are not obtainable for free.

It's only natural, isn't it? The slightly high price is probably to assess the other party's negotiation skills.

"It seems so, Ryuen-kun. What are you going to do?"

"Don't involve me in this, you kelp-faced idiot."

"It's you who needs it, right? In my case, I already have a guaranteed perfect score, so I don't need the past exams."

Ryuen-kun frowns. Now, how will he negotiate a discount?

"Tch... In that case, do you mind if I change negotiators without permission, Student Council President?"

"I don't mind, Ryuen Kakeru. So, how much of a discount do you want?"

The student council president seems to be familiar with Ryuen-kun as well.

"It's obvious 0 points!"

Suddenly, Ryuen-kun throws a punch at the student council president. Just as expected.

If there are no surveillance cameras, it's fine to just take them by force. It's a typical thought for him, but this time it would have been better to negotiate properly.

Because that attack didn't reach the student council president.

"I see... so you're trying to steal, huh? Just as I expected."

He effortlessly holds Ryuen-kun's fist in his hand.

It was a gamble, and it failed. Now it will be very difficult for him to negotiate a discount from 30,000 points.

There's no way to give positive benefits to a negotiator who attacks.

"Hmph... I thought you were just a goody-two-shoes, but you're surprisingly not. Being the best student council president in history seems to be more than just for show."

"You underestimated me. So, what's next? Will you obediently pay the points?"

"...Fine. I'll pay the points. But it'll be 30,000. And also, include the first-year preliminary test."

After a short consideration, the student council president agrees.

And he also noticed something.

The questions for the preliminary test, which can be said to be at a very difficult level for first-year students, are probably used for confirmation during this process. No matter how difficult a problem is, it can be solved as long as you know the answer. And if the preliminary test is the same, there is a good chance that the midterms will have similar questions.

It could be a bluff, but it will undoubtedly be a reference.

"Alright, negotiation settled."

Ryuen-kun takes out his phone and exchanges contact information to send the data.

"Hahaha, considering that I've obtained your contact information, spending 30,000 points is quite a good result."

"Heh, I've heard about you. Although your methods aren't praiseworthy, your abilities are undeniable. I can expect something from you as a first-year student this year."

"Yeah, have high expectations. Eventually, my class will move up to Class A. Although I can't guarantee that I'll show you the results while you're here."

Ryuen-kun seems quite pleased. He achieved his objective, it seems.

Afterward, I also exchanged contact information with the student council president.

In terms of dealing with any future events, this interaction with him is more than enough of a gain.

Indeed, it was a result that only cost 30,000 points.

"Our business here is done. We'll take our leave, Mr. Student Council President."

"Sure, be careful on your way back."

Ryuen-kun and I quickly leave the room and head straight to the dormitory. On the way back, we once again end up walking side by side with Ryuen-kun, but honestly, I've gotten used to it.

Well, in any case, the preparations for the midterms are now complete.

If we consider enduring a bit more of this boring time, we might be able to live somewhat comfortably.

Now then, shall I prepare tomorrow's bento?

Since things went well, I'll make it a bit more luxurious.

I had a meaningful time with the student council president!!

By the way, right after I returned to the dormitory, I received a message from Ichinose-san with a picture of Ryuen-kun and me walking side by side, along with the message "So it was true (lol)."

Lies are definitely not good. If you don't want to end up like this, please live without telling lies.

Volume 1 - Ch. 7 Midterm Exam

What is the right thing to do on the day of the exam?

What actions would you take?

Should you cram everything you can remember until the last moment?

Should you continue with your daily routine, calm your mind to avoid nervousness, and prepare for the actual exam?

Or should you give up and faint while standing?

Different people can come up with different thoughts from here.

In other words, there is no definitive answer to what is right.

But perhaps we can consider this as the right way of thinking: "What comes with results" is what is right.

In other words, as long as you can score well on the test, it doesn't matter what actions you take on that day as long as they suit you.

Whether it is long-term memory or short-term memory, the result being good is what matters.

If you think in such a pragmatic way, you will be able to "satisfy" yourselves, won't you?

And this way of thinking is not limited to just tests.

It is particularly evident in modern society.

But let's stop here with further extrapolation, as it could lead to infinite pursuit.

"Hmm, it seems there are no absentees. That's good. If there were absentees, it would deduct class points accordingly."

While thinking about such things, I heard Mr. Sakagami's voice.

Today is the day of the midterm exam. He finishes writing the exam schedule on the whiteboard and stands at the podium, looking at each student one by one.

"This is the first test for you as high school students. Moreover, it's a test with considerably severe consequences. I think the tension and anxiety weighing on you are beyond what ordinary high school students experience. But I believe in all of you. Just by being able to enter this school, you are wonderful students."

There is no falsehood in Mr. Sakagami's words. Even the nervous students seem to relax little by little as they listen to his words.

This is quite different from the imitation of a teacher with a mix of a rabbit and a bear.

"I have good news for you. If you pass the midterm and final exams..."

Ohhhhhhhhh!!!

Suddenly, a voice that seems impossible for a single person to produce interrupts Mr. Sakagami's grateful words.

Everyone was genuinely surprised by this voice.

The sound of chairs moving echoes simultaneously, and some people's expressions change.

This shout can be heard from the hallway, no, the neighboring classroom. Considering the direction of the sound, it's probably from Class D.

From the fact that it can be heard even in the neighboring classroom, it's evident that they are shouting quite loudly.

And this voice feels more like a war cry than a scream.

Even calm Mr. Sakagami momentarily shows a face of not understanding what happened. However, it doesn't last long, and he quickly returns to his usual strict expression, attempting to continue his speech.

"Ahem!... If you pass the midterm and final exams, a vacation awaits you in the summer. In anticipation of that joy, give your all in this exam. That's all from me. I pray for your success."

Mr. Sakagami forcefully delivers his message, sounding somewhat desperate, and concludes the morning homeroom.

Intuitively, someone said that the war cry was the cry of the soul of a boy from Class D who reacted to the mention of vacation. I think they have quite the predictive ability.

After that, everyone in the class began to do their best for the test, each in their own way.

My name is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka. I am a male student belonging to Class 1-D.

Abruptly, let me explain the current situation of Class D.

We, Class D, are known as the "defective products" labeled by the school with the lowest evaluation.

In fact, we didn't care about or even know about the school's evaluation until May. We enjoyed a carefree and dream-like life.

And now, the harsh reality has been thrust upon us, and everyone is unable to accept it.

We received a 0 evaluation, in other words, a score of 0. Some of us may have to live on zero yen for a month.

In addition, there is another reality that has been thrown at us. If we get a failing grade on a test, we will be expelled immediately.

In a recent quiz, seven students in Class D received failing grades, which is a pitiful result. If things continue like this, there is a possibility that more than seven students will be expelled.

It was truly a despairing situation.

However, even in such circumstances, we began to find a way out.

From the day we received the lowest evaluation, most students started taking classes seriously and desperately resisted to restore their points.

But groups are strange. Even if 90% of people unite, the remaining 10% do not. Furthermore, they are easily swayed by immediate gains and give in to their desires.

In other words, they are students who do not study.

And I was ordered by my neighbor, Suzune Horikita, to hold a study group targeting those students.

It was quite a trial for me, who had no friends, but with the help of another female student, Kikyou Kushida, I managed to successfully organize the study group.

However, the first study session was a failure.

Horikita, who has a serious personality, got angry and scolded the careless group members. It led to a rift among us.

But afterwards, a change occurred within Horikita.

Something triggered an expansion of her perspective, in other words, she grew.

And Horikita and the careless group gradually began to acknowledge each other and resumed the study group.

From there, progress was rapid. Horikita has the ability to teach others.

As she started observing the study habits of the careless group, their academic performance grew rapidly.

Another student who helped us, Kikyou Kushida, also provided her assistance.

And now, we are diligently preparing for the remaining one-week test.

Thanks to Horikita and Kushida, if we continue like this, there may be no students expelled from Class D.

We may be able to break free from our current situation.

Everyone thought so.

"Hey, can you be quiet? You're making too much noise."

One of the students studying nearby scolded us.

As I mentioned earlier, we are studying to prepare for the test in one week.

We are in the library. There are other groups here who seem to be studying for their own study sessions during the test period.

The current situation is that one of the careless group members is delighted because they solved a problem. Their voice became louder, causing inconvenience to the people around.

"Sorry, sorry. I got a bit carried away. I'm just happy I solved the problem. Did you know it was Francis Bacon who came up with the concept of induction? It's worth remembering."

Kanji Ike, one of the careless group members, said with a smirk while laughing.

His communication skills truly shine in moments like this.

Although they call us the careless group, they still have their strengths. They are not common strengths that anyone can possess.

"Oh?... Are you guys from Class D?"

The expression of the male student who scolded us changed into a smug one.

And perhaps he didn't like their attitude, Sudou Ken, one of the careless group members, got irritated and spoke in a stern tone.

"What's with you guys? So what if we're from Class D? Do you have a problem?"

He also has a strength that sets him apart from others. He is athletic, exceptionally skilled in sports, especially basketball. He has the potential to become a professional player, and he has the skills to back it up.

But he has a short temper and is not good at studying. That's precisely why he ended up in Class D.

"Ah, no, it's fine. I'm Yamawaki from Class C. Nice to meet you."

The student called Yamawaki continued to talk.

In short, he insulted Class D.

Although I admire him for speaking up so openly, if Sudou responds aggressively, it's obvious that things won't end peacefully.

And the people around are increasingly inconvenienced.

However, the situation changed from there. Sudou, who couldn't stay calm, was restrained, and our very own Horikita-sensei stepped in to substitute.

As expected of Horikita. With the blade of logic, she completely shattered Yamawaki's pride, slamming the desk and standing up. She quickly turned the situation in favor of our side.

The attention of everyone in the area is now focused on this escalating situation.

Perhaps realizing that the situation is not good, some students from Class C nearby are also trying to stop Yamawaki.

But they are only two.

What about the other three? Don't they know what will happen if they cause trouble in this school?

"We're not studying to avoid failing grades. We're studying to get better scores. Don't compare us with you! Besides, what are you guys studying? What's the point of studying outside the test scope in a test that determines expulsion?"

"Huh?"

Unusually, Horikita's voice sounds questioning. Indeed, what did this guy mean by studying outside the test scope?

"I didn't think you guys wouldn't even know the test scope. That's why you guys are just useless defective products!"

"Just shut up already."

Finally, Sudou seems to have reached his limit. Well, considering his actions so far, it's more like his fuse has exploded. Let's put that aside for now.

Sudou let go of Yamawaki's collar and forcefully pushed away the hand that was holding him. Instinctively, he jumped back.

And he keeps his eyes fixed on that guy, as if a carnivorous animal is targeting its prey. He seems to be wary of him.

Sudou's reactions are delayed due to his high reflexes and extraordinary athletic ability. He finally noticed the existence of the male student who was restraining him.

He is quite tall, slightly taller than me.

But trivial things like his noticeable hairstyle are not important. What's more important is... When did he appear there?

I didn't sense his presence or hear his footsteps. I'm amazed by that.

I'm not the only one surprised. Sudou only realizes the presence of the male student who was holding his hand when he releases his grip.

His hand was grabbed, and he instinctively recoils, pushing himself back. He keeps his eyes fixed on the male student, as if he's looking at a prey. He must be cautious of him.

Sudou quickly released Yamawaki's collar and bounced away, his gaze fixed on him. It's as if he's looking at a predatory animal. He's clearly wary of that guy.

Contrasting Sudou's reaction, the male student with long black hair averts his gaze from Sudou and turns toward Yamawaki.

I can see fear in Yamawaki's eyes as the male student's completely calm, yet piercingly red eyes are fixed on him.

"What are you doing, Yamawaki-kun? I'm asking, though I can make a reasonable guess..."

"S-Sorry. I was just fooling around a bit. Hey, I mean, please spare me from telling Ryuuen-san..."

He's not a good person to mock others like that... And Ryuuen-san? Who is he referring to?

"That's boring."

"Huh?"

Boring? Yamawaki's statement may indeed not be funny, but is this response appropriate?

Maybe this guy is not good at conversations... I can't help but have a faint expectation that he might not be good at it.

"Never mind, you guys should go back to the classroom. You're causing a disturbance."

"Ah, yeah, got it."

Yamawaki and the other Class C students tidy up their study materials and quickly leave the library.

The three who came at us leave fearfully, and the remaining three who were indifferent to the situation walk slowly.

On the way, one of the three female students says to the male student with black hair, "I leave it to you." Quite irresponsible, I think.

"Well then, it seems I didn't need to step in after all!"

As my vigilance towards the male student with black hair increases, a girl with pink hair and a voluptuous figure, whom I have seen before, approaches us.

I remember her. When I was called by the homeroom teacher of Class D, Chabashira-sensei, she went to consult with the homeroom teacher of Class B, Hoshinomiya-sensei.

In other words, she is a student from Class B.

"Oh! Ichinose-san!"

"Oh! Kushida-san! Long time no see! Are you studying for the test now?"

It seems that Kushida is acquainted with Ichinose. Her communication skills are far superior to Ike's.

She is a bright student who aims to be friends with everyone in the school from the first day of school.

But that's her outward personality. On the inside, she's... scary. Very scary.

"You're Kamukura Izuru-kun, right? I was surprised to hear that you're organizing a study group."

But this guy is scarier than the intimidating Kushida.

I've never heard of this guy before. Kamukura Izuru, it's an unusual name. I wonder how it's written in kanji.

"Kushida-san, who is she?"

Horikita seems to not know her. Well, it's natural since she only likes me and doesn't have many friends, just like me.

Oh, for a moment, he gave me a glare. Scary...

"She is Ichinose Honami-san! She's a very nice person from Class B!"

"No way~ Kushida-san is a nicer person!"

Except for Sudou, the members of the careless group are leering. Their gaze is fixed on her chest.

Well, if she shows something like that, it's natural for guys to look, but it's not good to stare so blatantly.

"Wait a moment, Ichinose-san, Kamukura-kun. I have something I want to ask you. It's about the scope of the midterm exam that i heard before."

"You're Horikita Suzune-san, right? Nice to meet you! So, about the scope of the midterm exam... Hmm, can you lend me your textbook?... Here, it's from here to here! Oh, the school really does some terrible things! Was it a week ago? Suddenly changing the test scope!"

Changing the test scope? Class D hasn't heard about that.

"A change in the test scope...?"

Horikita is also dumbfounded. Why is this happening? Could it be that the test is different? No, that can't be.

"...So, it seems that what we know as the test scope is different. And a change in the test...?"

"Oh? Wasn't it conveyed to Class D? That's quite problematic, isn't it?... Maybe the test scope is different for each class... Hey, Kamukura-kun, what was the scope you heard in Class C?"

"It's the same as what you taught."

His voice is as cold as ever.

But it seems that Class C has been properly informed.

"So, I think all the classes will probably take the same test. Why is it only Class D that's like this... Could it be a communication error?"

It's impossible for only Class D to be different. If that happens, there would be no standard, and it would affect the class points.

In order to quantify the evaluation, an accurate assessment is necessary. I can't imagine the school doing something so troublesome.

"Thank you, Ichinose-san, Kamukura-kun. We'll excuse ourselves here."

"We're going to the staff room, I guess? There's only a little over 10 minutes left for lunch break, so we should hurry a bit!"

We quickly gather our belongings and head to the staff room at a slightly faster pace.

Afterwards, we learned about the shocking fact of a communication error, and once again, the situation becomes hopeless.

And at that moment, I found one possibility and made up my mind to take action.

The midterm exams are over, and a week has passed. Today is the long-awaited day for test results to be returned.

Perhaps because of this, there is a sense of unease among classmates, as if something uncomfortable is in the air.

Even if they have only spent a little over a month together, there must be some concern about the possibility of expulsion.

"Everyone, well done. I will return your tests right now."

Sakagami-sensei announces while holding five envelopes that presumably contain the answer sheets and six crumpled sheets of graph paper.

After those words, the tests are returned one by one in the order of English, Math, Japanese, Social Studies, and Science, each from their respective envelopes.

As everyone receives their tests, I look around the room and see various expressions—some are happy, while others have subtle looks on their faces, but I don't see any students who seem hopeless.

From the looks of it, there are no students who will be expelled.

Once all the tests have been returned, Sakagami-sensei spreads out the six sheets of graph paper he brought.

Written on them are the grades and total scores for each subject of all the students in the class, just like with quizzes.

"Hmm, the average score for all subjects should be around 70 points. I'm impressed by the good performance. You all did well. Keep up the good work for the final exams."

However, it's unusual for the grades to be publicly disclosed. Personal information like this shouldn't be shown to others. It's even more unusual to have all the scores displayed in such detail.

Some students may dislike it, but it can't be helped. This is the school's policy. It would be quite challenging to change it.

However, this policy is the optimal means to improve the "society" called the class, so there's no need to change it.

"Oh, I forgot to mention something important. There are no students who will be expelled. No one failed this time."

Upon hearing those words, a sense of relief can be seen on the faces of most of the class.

It's only natural. After all, they can now breathe a sigh of relief and escape the crisis of their school life.

"There's nothing special to discuss today, so you're free to do as you please."

As Sakagami-sensei finishes speaking, the noise in the classroom grows louder. Friends are discussing and getting excited about their scores.

Amidst all that, I can see Ryuuen-kun talking to Ishizaki-kun and Yamada-kun. It seems they are preparing for a demonstration.

"Kamukura-kun."

I hear a familiar voice. When I turn in the direction of the voice, Shiina-san is there.

She has a gentle smile, but because she has few friends, she usually doesn't initiate conversations with others in the classroom. So it feels a bit unusual.

"What do you want?"

"I have something I want to ask."

"...Is it about why Ryuuen-kun and Ishizaki-kun scored so high, enough to be at the top of the class?"

"Yes. I thought you might know something."

Regarding Ryuuen-kun, it's understandable that she would feel something amiss about Ishizaki-kun's scores since she had a sense of teaching him. She hasn't realized the possibility of a hidden technique. But there was no need for her to rely on such a technique in the first place.

Studying diligently and taking the test with one's own abilities is also one of the answers, so I have no intention of commenting on it.

"In that case, Ryuuen-kun will eventually tell you himself, so there's no need for me to say it."

"Is that so?"

Just by listening, she gives a curt reply. It seems she has lost interest. For her, someone who loves books, the existence of hidden techniques is trivial.

"...By the way, Kamukura-kun, did you get a perfect score again?"

"Ryuuen-kun and Ibuki-san also got perfect scores. It's not a big deal."

"...Then does that mean I'm not worth much since I couldn't get a perfect score?"

Upon hearing my words, her expression visibly changes, displaying a clear aura of disappointment.

She scored 483 out of 500 points, which is an exceptionally high score. It's remarkable that she achieved this score without using any hidden techniques. So there's no need for her to compare herself to others.

Moreover, tests are not meant to be compared with others; they are meant to assess one's own abilities.

"It's not like that, Shiina. The reason Ryueen and I got perfect scores is because we used a little trick, so it's not that impressive. But you, who achieved such a high score without relying on any tricks, are definitely remarkable."

"...Is that so?"

Shiina-san's overall expression visibly sinks upon hearing Ibuki-san words. She seems to understand instantly.

After that they talked about the exam results for a while and stopped chatting when they noticed Ryuuen-kun walking towards the podium.

The other students also noticed that Ryuuen-kun had started walking, and the once noisy classroom slowly became quieter.

It seems that this class is slowly but surely becoming his.

Although there are still some students who oppose him, they seem to be quite lenient, perhaps because they are interested in his test results.

The king arrived at the podium as usual, accompanied by his two subordinates.

"Well, first of all, congratulations on no one dropping out."

The king's first words, as always, slightly irritated the unique students in Class C with his condescending attitude.

As evidence, there were still negative feelings visible when he stepped forward.

"Heheh, well, I congratulate those idiots who worked diligently and avoided dropping out. But I had noticed something behind this test."

The class began to stir at his words.

From the looks of it, it seems that no one has noticed the existence of past exam questions. How boring.

"The answer is in these grades. I left behind the 'result,' you know? Don't tell me none of you noticed such a simple thing?"

As a matter of fact, Ryuen's name appeared in the top 7 in every score sheet. It's faster to count from the top.

And due to his provocation, the anger of the anti-Ryuen faction keeps rising. The current situation is clear to everyone, and it's unfolding in the palm of his hand.

"Well, calm down. The main event starts from here."

He said, deliberately drawing it out. Everyone in the class listened attentively to his next words.

"I'm thinking of having a celebration for the fact that no one dropped out. It will be held today at 6:30 PM. That's the announcement. If you're willing to come, I'll consider the hidden tricks in this test and your future treatment."

What did he win? I don't know, but it seems he's planning to have a celebration. And there, he will reveal all the secrets.

"The location will be announced in the group chat. If there's anyone who wants to come but isn't in my group, let me know through someone who is. Don't worry, there will be no 'violence' involved this time. Don't forget that. Well, that's all from me."

How boring. Why does he do such things? He seems to be too starved for entertainment.

Moreover, the other students are too naive.

Even the most foolish person should have realized his true nature by now.

Nevertheless, judging by the looks of it, there are only a handful of people who doubt him.

No violence? What is he talking about? There's no way he would willingly give up his most effective means.

Anticipation of what will happen after school today, I don't need to go anymore. Unless I'm forced to, I won't attend the celebration.

Ah, how boring.

"Are you going, Kamukura-kun?"

As soon as Ryuuen-kun's conversation ends, Shiina-san approaches me just like before.

"I don't plan on going. I assume you won't be going either, right?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm not good with large crowds... Besides, now that the test period is over, I have to catch up on the books I've been saving."

Let's not pursue her hobby any further; it has become more of an obligation for her now. If I mention books, she'll jump at the topic like a lively fish. It's a bit bothersome when she gets like that. Her relaxed pace can be quite confusing for me as well.

"But, now that we've finally got a break, wouldn't it be nice to have a change of pace and go out for a meal?"

"I understand what Ibuki-san is saying, but... being with a large group of people..."

For her, being in a place with a large crowd must feel like hell. She seems to be quite hesitant about it.

"I see. Then how about going with just the two of us?"

"...In that case, that's fine. But, is it really okay? Having a meal with someone like me..."

"I'm not a fan of large crowds either. Going there would be too much for me. Besides, wouldn't it be more enjoyable to have a meal with friends?"

"You're right... I understand. Let's have dinner after school then!"

It seems her voice is a bit more enthusiastic than usual. It's probably her first time having dinner with friends. But really, it shouldn't matter how many people are there.

"How about you, Kamukura-kun? Why don't you join us too?"

"Huh?"

...Why do you need to invite me? Ibuki-san said it would just be the two of you, right?

She lets out a bewildered voice, looking a bit foolish.

"Is it not okay, Kamukura-kun?"

"Well, it's fine, but... why did you need to invite me specifically?"

"Huh? Isn't it more fun to have dinner with friends? So, three is better than two!"

She's quite oblivious... I fully agree with Ibuki-san, who grumbles about it.

"So, Kamukura-kun, how about it? Will you come with us?"

Well then, my options for after school are three:

Decline the invitation and attend the celebration.
Skip the celebration and accept the invitation.
Don't go to either and head home.

Honestly, no matter which one I choose, the time spent won't change. But if I have to go to a place with a large crowd and waste unnecessary energy, I'd rather be with them or be alone, as it's more enjoyable than being with those boring people.

And spending time with "friends" is better than with dull humans, right?

I still don't fully understand that feeling, but maybe it's a clue to something I don't know.

Select Skip the celebration and accept the invitation.

"I don't mind. It won't change anything no matter what I do."

"Why do you have that reluctant expression? Do you actually not want to come?"

Seemingly feeling anxious about her words, Shiina-san looks a bit sad. Though I didn't have any particular intention, it seems I caused a misunderstanding.

To resolve it, I reluctantly resort to a convenient lie.

"No, it's just that I felt a little hesitant about trying other people's cooking."

"Come to think of it, you always brought your own bento, didn't you? Are you trying to say you have some talent for cooking?"

"Yes."

"Hmm... I see. If you're so confident, then let us taste your cooking."

...Why did such words come out in this conversation? Well, Ibuki-san surprises me beyond my expectations. Whether it's a good thing or not is another matter.

"Why would I want to cook something..."

"Alright, it's decided. Shiina, is that okay with you?"

Before I could finish my sentence, her words cut me off. A bit audacious, I must say. Well, it seems I need to change her perception a bit to avoid future fatigue.

"...I'm also interested. Kamukura-kun's bento that I occasionally catch a glimpse of during lunch always looks delicious. So, I agree with her opinion!"

Sigh*... Never mind. I never learn, do I?

I have no choice. Let's just go along with what they say.

Of course, if I've decided to do something, I'll make use of all my talents and face it.

I'll look forward to the after-school time.

As soon as I finish the conversation with them, the bell signaling 5 minutes before class rings.

No matter if the tests are over or not, being late for class is not allowed.

My classmates start preparing for class, returning to their usual daily lives.

This day after school, I spent time with the two of them!

Using my Super High School Level Cooking talent, I was able to satisfy their taste buds!

The closeness with Ibuki Mio and Shiina Hiyori has increased!

Interlude 1 - Ryuuen Kakeru Monologue

"Fear" and "pleasure" are two sides of the same coin.

Although they appear to be polar opposites, in reality, they are closely intertwined.

"Pleasure" is something that exists in every human being.

"Pleasure" is subjective and varies from person to person; there is no standard definition.

For example, hedonistic pleasure, indulging in impulsive or physical pleasures, falls under this category.

Similarly, political pleasure involves desiring status or reputation.

Among the ambitions hidden in people's hearts, I believe this is one of the most sought after.

However, as I mentioned earlier, "pleasure" differs from person to person.

There are exceptions, things that cannot be classified.

And this also applies to my own "pleasure."

My "pleasure" lies in triumphing over others.

The moment when others submit to me is when I first experience joy in my mind.

I have never tried drugs, but I imagine this sensation is somewhat similar.

To obtain my unique "pleasure," I pondered on what I should do.

And I arrived at the answer: "violence."

This world is dominated by "violence."

The "power" in this world is determined by the strength of "violence."

I reached this truth when I entered elementary school, and I still remember the sensation of my individuality being born at that moment.

Simultaneously, I also realized the fact that I was abnormal.

An entity that deviates from the norm attracts hostility from the majority.

That was when I gained many enemies around me.

Even those who used to associate with me started to exclude me as an outsider.

I faced violence from random individuals who heard rumors about my abnormality.

Yet, I never felt "fear."

Even when I was overpowered by an unstoppable force or subjected to relentless harassment, I sneered without fear.

What I thought about was how to seek revenge and turn the situation around.

My life had been a repetition of this.

It was so enjoyable, so much fun to repeat this pattern.

And in the end, everything bowed down before me.

A true person of power possesses unparalleled "violence."

And they overcome "fear."

I had the confidence that I was the embodiment of this.

This twisted pleasure shaped my existence and allowed me to conquer fear.

This distortion is the essence of Ryuuen Kakeru, the man I am.

However, as middle school graduation approached, it became increasingly difficult to find pleasure, and boredom started to overwhelm me.

Ultimately, it was the boredom of knowing that there was no one who could defeat me.

To alleviate this boredom, I enrolled in this high school that upholds the principle of meritocracy.

I had hopes that I would find someone who could relieve my boredom.

And this school fulfilled my expectations.

The classmates I encountered in this new environment were undoubtedly peculiar individuals, and I anticipated the interclass conflicts that would arise from the unique school system.

At that moment, I decided to make this class my "country," all for the sake of my "pleasure."

I started by observing the situation but prepared all possible means to take the initiative.

First, I sought individuals who shared my principle of "violence" and planned to make them my pawns.

It took time, but I gained two loyal pawns.

One was a rough-looking man who easily succumbed to me.

The other was a black man.

He had a solid build, muscular and possessed incredible "violence."

Hence, I was defeated.

My "violence" was utterly crushed by the black man's overwhelming "violence."

However, that defeat exhilarated me.

From the day of my defeat, I challenged the black man repeatedly until I could finally triumph over him.

The rush of adrenaline that flooded my mind at that moment helped alleviate my boredom.

Around that time, school started, and about a month had passed.

One aspect of the school system was exposed, and I began my preparation for class warfare, or in other words, nation-building.

What I did was simple.

I declared myself the "king" and crushed anyone who opposed it.

And I made them my pawns.

Among them were those who, even when defeated, refused to obey me. Turning them into pawns became one of the pleasures I enjoyed.

However, my interest lay not in those pleasures but in someone else.

It was someone who didn't follow my "king" declaration and showed no interest in class warfare.

One was a girl. Silver-haired and long-haired. She didn't give off a strong presence, but despite having no interest in class warfare, she had established herself as an individual, and that intrigued me.

The other was a boy. Black-haired and long-haired. His appearance was peculiar in various ways, but his aura was...

I felt nothing.

That's why I dismissed him as a poser and a weakling.

But that was a mistake.

When I had finished uniting the class, I learned from one of the girls who had submitted to me that the boy with long hair was aware of the school system.

That's when I became interested in the long-haired boy.

I decided to summon him to a place where there were no surveillance cameras and make him submit.

At that time, I only thought about how the pleasure of making someone who understood the school system more than anyone else submit to me would feel.

I never imagined that this day would become the catalyst to change my perception of Kamukura Izuru.

I confronted Kamukura Izuru, the boy with long hair, and I was defeated.

It wasn't just a defeat; I was already accustomed to such things.

I discovered the concept of "fear."

Even my pawns, whom I acquired through considerable efforts, were easily crushed as if they were insignificant. My own "violence" was completely ineffective.

That was because this boy possessed not only an unrivaled "violence" but also the ability to analyze and predict all possible futures. He also had unknown "unpredictability."

He embodied "despair," something that could be considered the epitome of fear.

When facing this embodiment of "despair," I wanted to avert my gaze.

Not only that...

I felt like crying.

It felt like something was about to escape from my mouth.

My entire body trembled, and I couldn't think straight.

I felt self-destructive and yearned for a scapegoat.

I wanted to flee from this place immediately and never have any involvement with it again.

For the first time, I experienced "fear." I never knew it could be so repulsive.

It is a fact that humans do not truly understand themselves unless they are cornered.

In the end, I realized that I had not conquered fear. I believed that winning was the way to overcome fear.

But that was merely pushing the fear in front of me, focusing on the goal of "victory," and looking away from the fear right in front of me.

My confidence, my violence, and my twisted pleasure were all shattered. I had a vague realization that I might not be the person I used to be.

Nevertheless, or perhaps because of that, I resisted.

Even in the midst of such despair, I never considered my way of being wrong.

Certainly, my understanding was flawed, and my arrogance was excessive.

However, I did not want everything I had lived for to be destroyed.

I didn't believe that desiring victory was a mistake.

Even if I was an abnormal individual, I couldn't consider it a mistake to pursue my own pleasure and ambition.

In other words, deep down, even in someone like me who boasted about using any dirty means necessary, there was something resembling pride.

I didn't want anyone to hinder the fulfillment of my desires. I confronted everything with a childish determination.

And though I lost, I went beyond that man's predictions.

At that moment, I didn't feel the usual "pleasure." Yet, for some reason, I felt a refreshing sensation, similar to when achieving something significant.

And then, I lost consciousness.

I still don't know the sensation I felt at the end, but I believe it is related to what I seek.

From that moment, I had two goals.

The first was to conquer "fear." To face it without averting my gaze, to restart and acquire true "power."

The second was revenge against Kamukura Izuru. To show him the "unknown," to make him truly acknowledge and submit to me.

It was an intuition, but when I achieved these goals, I would become a true "person of power."

And at that time, my pleasure would become greater than anything I had ever felt before.

"Ishizaki, it's time for work. I will brief you on the strategy to crush Class D."

I move forward.

Because that is my pleasure, my way of living,

— my "hope."

Volume 2 - Ch. 1 Incidents and Romance

Mornings in Class C are generally lively. Each individual has a unique personality and strong will, and there are many proactive students.

The characteristic of this class is that students tend to form close-knit groups. Within these groups, they engage in lively conversations. From an outsider's perspective, they give off the image of cheerful students.

However, Ryueen Kakeru's group surrounds and controls these small groups.

As a result, when Ryueen Kakeru is present, the voices in the class shrink, and it becomes far from lively.

In other words, whether or not Ryueen Kakeru is present, the volume of the voices in the small groups changes, and the atmosphere takes a 180-degree turn.

But today, the atmosphere in Class C is different. Despite Ryueen Kakeru's presence, there is a sense of restlessness and noise in the air.

No, it's probably not just Class C. It's likely the same in other classes as well.

After all, today is the beginning of the month, the day when points are distributed.

Since understanding the importance of points, every class has made efforts to maintain their points and improve their daily lives.

The beginning of the month is when they find out whether their efforts have paid off.

Sakagami-sensei had already arrived at the teacher's desk and finished writing something on the whiteboard.

Class A: 1004 points Class B: 765 points Class C: 580 points Class D: 87 points

The commotion in the class grows louder. Class C had gained 90 points, increasing from the previous month's 490 points.

And the same applies to other classes. Although the rate of increase varies, every class has been steadily gaining points.

However, a problem arises at this point.

We received 580 points this time.

But the points haven't been reflected on the terminal. This is likely the cause of the restlessness among the students.

To briefly explain, CP (Class Points) are the points allocated to the class, and PP (Private Points) are the points allocated to individuals, which can be freely used.

CP stands for "Class Points," and PP stands for "Private Points."

1 PP equals 1 yen, and 1 CP equals 100 PP. Therefore, Class C, which received 580 CP, should have received 58,000 PP, or 58,000 yen.

It's definitely not a small amount to give to high school students, but it's the system of this school, and it won't change just because we think it's too much or too little.

To summarize the current situation in one word, we, as students, are not receiving allowances from the school for some reason. That's the situation.

Since PP serves as cash in this school, not having it can make life quite difficult for fools like me.

"First of all, well done for your hard work this past month. The fact that we increased our points by 90 CP from last month is remarkable. It's proof that your efforts have paid off," Sakagami-sensei said.

"Hey, hey, Sakagami-sensei, that's not what we want to hear," a king sitting sloppily in his seat, wearing a smile that can evoke fear, interrupts Sakagami-sensei's words.

Of course, Sakagami-sensei doesn't reprimand him for his attitude.

Perhaps this attitude is also related to points, but Sakagami-sensei doesn't seem inclined to correct the king's behavior.

"Well, that's true. It's important for you to know that there is a delay in distributing the points and that the explanation about it is crucial for you... To cut to the chase, there has been a little trouble. The point distribution for all classes this year is delayed," Sakagami-sensei explains.

Trouble, huh?

Upon hearing that word, a man wearing an overwhelmingly refreshing smile is present.

Of course, it's the king, Ryueen Kakeru.

"But within a few days, you will definitely receive 58,000 PP in your terminals. Until then, try to manage by borrowing from your friends or being frugal," he continues.

After that, Sakagami-sensei efficiently finishes administrative announcements and ends homeroom.

Along the way, a student mentions if there won't be an apology for the school's mistake, but well, that's unlikely.

After all, the mastermind behind this class is right here.

Some classmates have already started borrowing points from their friends.

While some might wonder why they can't manage with receiving around 50,000 yen per month, there are reasons behind it.

Certainly, the majority of those borrowing points are fools. However, among the minority, there are those who have unexpected expenses related to club activities and have no choice but to borrow points.

It would be somewhat cruel to say that it's their own fault.

While thinking about such matters and preparing for class, the mastermind of the situation approaches me with the same wide smile as before.

From the perspective of an outsider, it seems like the classmates are wary of Ryueen Kakeru's behavior.

"So, it seems like you and Shiina were having a secret meeting with Ibuki in your room instead of coming to my party," he says.

"I sense malicious intent in your choice of words. And what about it?" I respond.

"Well, it's envy-inducing to have two beautiful girls all to yourself. I came to hear your impressions," he says.

Although he says he's envious, his expression doesn't show any such emotion at all. Instead, he wears a mischievous smile that seems to tease us.

"Does it really matter? Let's get to the main point quickly," I say.

"Kukuku, it's a harsh way to put it when it was a secret meeting with two girls. Let's just say I'm jealous. But now, I have one important thing to tell you," he says.

"Is it something we need to talk about in this manner during class time?" I ask.

"You're such an impatient guy. I finally established one foundation for my reign. I thought I'd get your approval as well," he says.

"You mean what we decided at the celebration party," I say.

"Yeah, in a nutshell, it's about collecting taxes," he says.

He has started something quite national-like. If it gets exposed, we'll likely face some kind of punishment from the school.

"Well, it's still a trial period. If I achieve results in the upcoming class conflicts, I'll continue this under certain conditions. I haven't fully gained control over this class yet, so it would be boring to face trouble before starting," he says.

He is cautious and hardworking despite his appearance.

If I were to say this, he would probably get angry. It's easy to imagine.

"But it's troublesome to directly say it. Couldn't you have sent it to me by email?" I ask.

"As I've said before, I don't trust this terminal. I don't want any unwanted attachments," he responds.

I see, he's cautious indeed. He believes that by personally handing over the data, he can ensure it is completely erased.

"To begin with, if you three hadn't been having secret meetings, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble," he says.

"It's not just us who didn't come, right? And there was no compulsion involved, so your choice of words is quite harsh," I say.

"Shut up. Those who couldn't come will just be threatened later, so they won't cause any trouble. But you guys, especially Shiina, are too stubborn and troublesome. Talking to her drains me mentally, damn it," he complains, while holding his head as if in pain.

Certainly, even he would be overwhelmed by her carefree attitude.

I shift my gaze to Shiina.

Despite her name being mentioned in the conversation, she continues reading her book without any change in posture.

When Ryueen Kakeru notices the shift in my gaze, he looks at Shiina as well.

Then he sighs, as if exasperated by her. Perhaps her carefree nature has reached the level of talent.

After that, he hands me a piece of paper. It contains what he calls "Point Tax."

Point Tax

Tax Collection

Collect 30,000 points per person from the 40 students in Class C.

All the collected points will be converted into Ryuen-kun's PP.

However, the points collected through this method will not be used for personal gain or selfish purposes. If you want to know what they will be used for, you can ask at any time.

These points will serve as expenses for the upcoming class conflicts and as a contingency fund.

If for some reason you absolutely need points, you can come and discuss it.

Examples include club activities and student council.

The exception is Bonus Private Points. You are free to use them as you wish.

Benefits

By securing funds for the class conflicts, Class C is currently one step ahead of other classes.The collection amount is fixed at 30,000 points, providing stability.As CP increases, it is evident that each person will have a larger amount to use, leading to relatively more cooperation, improved daily behavior, and increased CP.Being forced to save develops self-reliance.There are no deductions from Bonus Private Points, encouraging active participation in club activities.

Drawbacks

When CP decreases, classmates may suffer due to the fixed collection amount.There is a possibility of punishment from the school if the scheme is exposed.If results cannot be achieved, there is a risk of increased resistance.

In summary, this is the gist of it. It's quite a bold reform.

And above all...

"...You have become quite a kind tyrant. Did something change in your heart?"

Before I can finish my sentence, his right fist comes flying towards me.

It reaches up to my cheek, but I manage to stop it with my left hand.

It seems he hasn't lost his fangs.

"...Tch, you managed to block my surprise attack too. You're still a monster. So, any objections?"

I quickly release his fist. The surrounding area becomes restless, but it's only temporary and will settle soon.

He is doing quite outrageous things, but I don't particularly mind.

In fact, it keeps things interesting for me, so it's fine.

Although it's certain that this interaction was captured by the surveillance cameras in the classroom, resulting in a slight deduction of points.

"There are none. After all, I suppose I don't have the right to refuse, right?"

"Holding a grudge, huh... Go to hell, you damn seaweed."

Ryuen-kun returns to his desk.

His outward appearance hasn't changed. He remains a delinquent with a belief in violence. Most people probably have that impression of him.

However, his back, as he acts like a typhoon, seems larger than before.

"Do Ibuki-san and Kamukura-kun really have a romantic relationship!?"

On the day of point distribution, a girl who ended up in the same group as me due to class asked me this question.

When I heard this, I couldn't help but sigh.

How many times have I been asked this question? I've heard it so many times that it's understandable why I sighed.

In my mind, the answer to this question has already become a pattern. I've been asked similar questions so many times.

Especially in early June, I remember being asked this question at least once a day.

I'm not good at talking to people, so I consider myself to have fewer friends compared to others.

Nevertheless, people from Class C who don't usually talk to me and even people from other classes ask me this question.

And I always deny it.

I say that Kamukura and I are not dating, and people usually disappear from my presence after that.

There are some annoying people who occasionally try to provoke me, but I handle them casually.

Now that I think about it, there might be people among them who are interested in Kamukura.

Considering how they go to such lengths to prevent even someone like me, who is neither male nor female, from getting ahead, that must be the case.

However, even though Kamukura has many abilities at a high level, I think anyone who falls for his appearance is mostly misguided.

Well, that doesn't matter. The problem lies in why this question keeps coming up.

Actually, I know the reason.

It's because I walk home with Kamukura.

But please don't misunderstand. There are no romantic feelings between us.

I do consider Kamukura a friend.

In Class C, he may not be normal, but he has a stronger sense of ethics than the others, and he's a rare presence with whom I can be at ease.

When I returned the question in a similar manner, there were even times when friends would ask me why we go home together almost every day without any romantic involvement.

I found it bothersome, but the truth is, we don't go home together almost every day just because we're friends.

The reason is simple. By being with Kamukura, I can stay away from Ryuen.

I dislike Ryuen. I don't agree with his methods or his way of thinking.

I'm just following him because I lost, and I'm honestly fed up with his cowardly methods.

That's how much I dislike him.

Even Ryuen recognizes Kamukura's value and allows him considerable freedom. So, by being with Kamukura, I receive fewer orders, and even if I do receive them, I can involve him.

Once I involve him, Kamukura quickly takes care of things with his innate abilities, and I basically don't have to do anything.

Ryuen probably realizes my thoughts, but he doesn't complain since I can bring out Kamukura. It's the most advantageous situation for me.

So, if I were to summarize the reason for going home with Kamukura in one word, it would be like carrying around a spray for dealing with Ryuen.

That is the truth and also a misunderstanding.

But there is another reason why I can't have romantic feelings for Kamukura.

It's because my heart fears him.

And there are only a few people, including me, who know the basis for this.

The phrase he often says, "Boring".

When that word unconsciously slips out, I can't tell what his blood-red eyes are reflecting, and it's terrifying beyond words.

That atmosphere he displayed when cornering Ryuen.

That unreal presence that makes you feel like your sanity will crumble just by being near him, it spread fear to everyone who witnessed it.

How can I fall in love after seeing something like that?

Certainly, I'm a girl too. There have been times when I've thought about romance.

I have certain standards like anyone else regarding personality and appearance preferences.

However, even if he happened to match my preferences, the perception of Kamukura Izuru in my mind is not as someone remarkable that other girls might say "He can do anything," but rather as someone inexplicably terrifying.

I can't have romantic feelings for someone like that.

Well, if we simply interact normally, as I mentioned before, he is someone I can be at ease with, so I don't dislike him.

Being friends is enough for me.

And so, today after school, I'm walking home with Kamukura again.

There are no orders from Ryuen today, and it's a good day without anything to worry about.

Come to think of it, I'm just using him one-sidedly.

Even when I first entered this school, I used him to deepen my understanding of the points system.

I realized that I'm a selfish and practical person in that regard.

But I don't think that's a bad thing.

In the end, I'm not a good person at heart either.

"Now, Kamukura, don't you have someone you like?"

To pass the time and out of curiosity, I ask this guy walking next to me.

Even someone like him has such emotions.

I remember when he was asked about his preferences regarding girls before, he seemed uncharacteristically troubled.

"Someone like that doesn't exist for me."

"Oh, really? Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"...Do I look like the kind of person who would have someone like that?"

Hmm, I can't see it at all.

This answer that came out instinctively is probably correct.

"But maybe there is, and it would be interesting if even a guy like you had someone you're interested in."

"...A girl I'm interested in, huh?"

Just like when he was asked before, Kamukura starts to appear troubled in an uncharacteristic way. Perhaps there really is someone like that.

It piques my interest to think that even this guy with his Buddha-like expression and somewhat odd personality might have such sweet memories.

...In the end, I guess I do enjoy this kind of conversation.

Although I thought those who come and ask these questions were annoying, now that I've experienced the entertainment of listening to other people's love stories, I can't speak ill of them anymore and silently reflect on that in my mind.

"Is there someone? Or was there?"

"...No. Like I said earlier, there is no one like that for me."

"You're acting suspicious."

I scrutinize his face while laughing. I'm pretty sure my laughter is quite the opposite of being refined.

If I were to add onomatopoeia, it would probably be "Ninini" or something like that.

"That doesn't matter. What about your hair?"

"I won't do anything. There's no problem with leaving it as it is."

"You've been skipping swimming classes, Ryuen will say something soon."

Actually, he attends all other classes, but he has only attended swimming class once.

Of course, even attending it just once yielded results.

It was shocking to see him pass the test by participating only in the class during the test and achieving the highest time in the class.

By the way, the way he was swimming resembled a large piece of kelp being swept away by the waves, so it was shocking in another sense as well.

"I gave Ryuen my points when I became the top, so there's no chance of him saying anything."

Bribery, isn't it?! I scream in my mind.

"Don't use such a negative term as bribery, please."

"...You're really good at reading people. Simply put, it's creepy."

He acknowledges his cheat-like nature.

And I want to read his mind in return, as if it's payback.

"...Are you thinking something like you have talent as a hairstylist?"

"Hmm, you're getting sharper. That's correct."

I mostly guessed, but it seems like I got it right.

But even though I got it right, I don't feel happy at all.

If anything, I want to retort and say, "Why do you even have talent as a hairstylist?" But it's giving me a headache, so I won't.

"You can do almost anything, can't you?"

"I suppose so. Are you jealous?"

I was slightly puzzled by Kamukura's unusual question, but I quickly respond.

"Huh? I'm not jealous of you at all."

I do think it's impressive to have so many talents, but I don't feel jealous or envious.

Because it's lame.

If I were still a child, it might be different, but as a high school student, it's the most embarrassing thing to be whining and desiring what others have.

"So that's how it is. You're that kind of person."

Kamukura's expression becomes somewhat kinder than his usual Buddha-like face.

For a moment, I thought it might be an illusion, but this is reality.

But to my surprise, I blinked due to the sudden change. And Kamukura's expression returned to his usual blank face.

"Weirdo."

"You're the same kind of person."

"Huh?! I'm definitely better than you!"

We engage in such a silly exchange as we arrive at the dormitory.

The intimacy with Kamukura Izuru has increased!!

I took a shower as soon as I returned to the dormitory.

There was no particular reason.

It was just a vague feeling, without any meaning.

"...The girl who piques my curiosity."

The question that Ibuki-san asked resonates in the room where there is no one else.

At that moment, I was reminded of her.

Nanami Chiaki.

A girl who worried about someone more than herself and fought against despair with strong feelings.

But she couldn't overcome despair and perished in a pool of blood.

And the boy who shed tears at that sight and was bewildered like a malfunctioning machine.

I wonder what kind of emotions that boy, me at that time, had.

When tears flowed, did the boy's heart ache?

Of course, emotions do not exist.

Certainly, the previous me, Hajime Hinata, had special feelings for her. It was the same during our life on the Killing Paradise Island.

But I, Kamukura Izuru, am not Hajime Hinata.

Love, which can be simple or complex, is meaningless to me, who is close to despair and forms messy human relationships.

Therefore, Nanami Chiaki cannot be someone I have romantic feelings for.

I take something out of the drawer of my desk.

It's something I always kept in my pocket and carried with me wherever I went.

I don't know why I have it in my hand now, but such things don't matter.

Her hairpin. She always wore this accessory with its unique shape.

She was precious to the deceased Hajime, but she is not precious to me.

So, I don't need this.

But I can't bring myself to throw it away.

"...Love... I don't need such a thing."

Entering this school, I remember two female students who have spent more time with me than other students.

Hiyori Shiina has a laid-back personality but is a calm and gentle person.

Ibuki Mio is short-tempered and has a sharp tongue, but surprisingly, she is smart and considerate.

And above all, they are people who don't feel much jealousy towards talents.

They are not fleas. But that doesn't mean I consider them as romantic interests.

"Well, thinking about that will be a good way to pass the time from now on. Since I have time, let's think about it slowly."

I dry my hair and prepare for tomorrow.

I'll go to bed early today.

Advanced Nurturing High School Student Database

Name: Kamukura Izuru
Class: 1-C
Club: None
Birthday: January 1st

Evaluation

Academic Ability: A
Intelligence: A
Judgment: A
Physical Ability: A
Cooperativeness: E-

Comments from the Interviewer

In the entrance exam, this student was evaluated as someone who would likely not be surpassed as an individual, demonstrating overwhelming abilities. It was probably the first time since the school's inception that a situation arose where the student's abilities could not be measured by the "exam" itself, leading to the inevitable decision to assign the highest rating of A. Although originally planned for the A-class without question, the side effect of possessing extraordinary abilities and having no need for relationships with others resulted in the lowest rating for cooperativeness. Taking all factors into account, the decision was made to assign the student to Class C.

Comments from the Homeroom Teacher

I was initially concerned about the fact that he had no need for others, but as of July 1st, it seems that he has made friends like Ibuki-san, Shiina-san, and Ryuen-kun, so I am relieved that he is blending in with the class. His perfect scores on quizzes and midterm exams using orthodox methods were truly impressive.

Volume 2 - Ch. 2 Everyday Life with a Tyrant and a Queen

The morning sunlight passes through the windows of the special building.

The light that passes through illuminates the floor, creating shadows.

Arranged in a regular pattern, the shadows enter and as they move away, they shrink.

This artistic arrangement creates a unique view, as if it were meant to be.

Splendid.

From an artistic perspective, this view is undoubtedly valuable.

It is a space without contradictions.

That's why it's boring.

The beauty of predictable harmony. You can find that anywhere.

To go further, I can create it myself.

But even if it's boring, I'll capture it in a photograph.

It's natural to capture the scene of an incident.

Unlike paintings or novels that allow imagination from visible things, photographs confirm the events that happen right in front of your eyes.

The faint dirt and dents on the walls remaining at the scene are also captured, without missing anything.

Altering it or adding anything is strictly forbidden.

Why do such a thing?

If you're perceptive, you already know.

It's because this place is the site of the violent incident caused by Ryuen Kakeru.

But in reality, I don't care about such things.

What interests me is the outcome of this incident.

How will Class D, who has been unilaterally victimized, achieve innocence? Will they abandon the students who have been victimized?

I wonder if the outcome will be different from what I currently anticipate. No, I hope it is different.

How can Class D lead this incident to an outcome of innocence and acquittal?

How can they handle this incident, tainted with violence and lies?

"...It's boring."

If someone manages to bring this incident to a favorable conclusion.

But it's probably just like this view, analyzable anda predetermined harmonious ending.

"Let me explain the flow of the Kamakura period once again. This flow connects with the Muromachi period—"

It has been about three months since I started attending classes at this school. Compared to the beginning, the classes are gradually becoming more challenging, and I can see some students in Class C struggling to keep up.

For example, in English class, we started with reviewing junior high school material and basic foundations, but now we are gradually being taught more advanced English grammar.

In Japanese class, the texts we analyze in modern literature have become relatively difficult, making it harder to understand what the authors are trying to convey.

In addition, we have additional classes such as classical literature and Chinese classics, increasing the amount of preparation and review work.

However, that doesn't mean the quality of the classes has decreased. If anything, every class has improved.

Especially in the history class I'm currently taking, it's particularly noticeable. As history progresses, each unit becomes longer and more complex, but the teacher still manages to explain it clearly to the students.

If the students were to evaluate the classes, they would receive quite high ratings.

As I listen to the lecture, the chime signaling the end of class rings.

"Today's class ends here... Please review the handouts I distributed."

As the class ends, the teacher, carrying a clipboard and several colored pens that seem to be her favorites, is about to leave the classroom. However, when she notices a student approaching, she stops. It seems like the student has a question about today's class.

Observing the situation, I see that the student asking the question has a serious yet joyful expression. Chabashira-sensei, the history teacher, seems to be pleased with the interaction, as a faint smile escapes her otherwise poker face.

It can be said that Chabashira-sensei and the student have a good relationship.

However, I feel a slight sense of discomfort. Chabashira-sensei is the homeroom teacher of Class D. There are rumors about her being indifferent to her own class, and although I'm not interested in the truth behind the rumors, her personality, as I see it, doesn't match with them. It lacks consistency, and it sparks a bit of curiosity, albeit temporarily.

Even though there are ongoing incidents involving Class C and Class D, she continues to teach without mixing personal matters. She seems to have a clear boundary in that regard, and based on her strict demeanor during class, she appears to be someone who is demanding of herself and others.

The key observation is her handling of the questions just now. It can be inferred that she is a caring person from that interaction.

That's why it's hard to believe that she would make mistakes like miscommunication about the mid-term exam or spew venomous words toward the students of Class D, as if harassing them.

Could there be something going on with the teachers at this school? That's a speculation that comes to mind, but there is too little information to draw any conclusions. Well, it's a bit intriguing, so maybe I'll ask her a question under the guise of curiosity next time.

Sigh How boring.

As I contemplate without tidying up after class, Ibuki-san, with a voice that doesn't match a flower-like high school girl, turns toward me and leans her elbow on my desk.

"Can't you say 'boring' in a more sophisticated way instead of addressing me directly?"

"What's the matter? If I say 'boring' in your style, it means it's uninteresting. I don't want to be told that by someone who keeps saying how uninteresting things are."

"That doesn't justify turning towards me."

I stretch my back and loosen up my body, which was frozen while sitting.

Once I'm sufficiently relaxed, I tidy up the classroom and stand up from my chair, making sure not to forget to take out my mobile device from my school bag.

"Are you going somewhere to buy something?"

In this school, the equivalent of cash is private points. It's not paper bills or coins, but the invisible currency stored in mobile devices. Students have been familiarized with what it is during these past three months, so when someone has their mobile device in hand, it usually implies that they're going to buy something.

It's a truly innovative concept. It makes me feel like cashless transactions are becoming more prevalent.

"Yes, I forgot to make a lunchbox, so I'm going to the cafeteria."

"Wow, even you make mistakes like that. Surprising."

She's right. For me, forgetting such a routine event is a first.

Yesterday, after pondering a bit about romance, I fell asleep quite early. As a result, I ended up forgetting most of the routine events. When I woke up again, the clock's hands had made a full circle, so it must have been a good night's sleep.

That's why I had to deal with the events I forgot in the morning. However, making a lunchbox was impossible since I had run out of ingredients.

There are no shopping malls open in the morning, so I couldn't make a lunchbox. I vividly remember having to buy breakfast at the convenience store.

"Well, I'm only human, so I make mistakes too."

"Ugh, those words don't suit you."

Ignoring her inhumane remark, I start walking.

As a lone wolf, she has no problem eating alone.

I leave through the back door and head to the cafeteria.

Just then, Ryuen-kun and Yamada-kun come out from the front door.

When they notice me, the formidable duo starts walking towards me.

"It's rare to see you going to the cafeteria."

"You got that right. I forgot to make a lunchbox today."

"Haha, so even you make such mistakes. Surprising."

I heard that already.

I've been thinking this for a while, but Ryuen-kun and Ibuki-san surprisingly have some similarities. Ibuki-san, who dislikes Ryuen-kun, would never admit it, but if you search, you can find some common points between them. For example, their aggressive personalities and their preference for solitude.

That's why their thinking patterns overlap a bit.

In short, one of the reasons Ibuki-san harbors negative feelings toward Ryuen-kun is due to some sort of in-group bias. Her personality fits that description.

Without any particular reason, we continue walking together. By the way, Ishizaki-kun is currently in the midst of being isolated.

He is a central figure in the infamous incident. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Ryuen-kun keeps his distance from Ishizaki-kun.

Honestly, it seems pointless, but that's his policy. I have no intention of interfering.

While walking and pondering about these things, I notice something.

Since a while ago, people walking by have been giving way to us.

At the moment, Ryuen-kun and I are walking side by side, with Yamada-kun following behind as if guarding us. Walking in this formation, we attract looks from the surroundings as if we are something they don't want to see.

It's only natural to respond this way, and I feel it once again.

"Second boss, what would you like to be called?"

The usually quiet Yamada-kun surprisingly speaks up.

His English is easy to understand and fluent, but I'm slightly surprised by the polite expression he uses.

At the same time, I struggle a bit with his question, which comes unexpectedly.

We've been together for about two months, but we've never called each other by name. Moreover, he seems to consider me as an equal to Ryuen-kun, just like Ishizaki-kun. However, calling us both "boss" wouldn't distinguish between us.

"Whatever is easier for you to say."

Well, I don't really care about how I'm called, so I leave it up to him to decide what's convenient for him.

He crosses his arms, seemingly pondering for a moment. Surprisingly, it seems like he's genuinely thinking about it, and I regret a little for giving such a dismissive response.

"Heh, no need to think about it. You can just call me Kamukura."

Then Ryuen-kun interrupts with a side comment.

"You can understand English?"

"It's an inference based on his atmosphere and gestures."

"Hmm, don't you think you should consider it as a practical skill?"

"It's a waste of time."

As always, he seems uninterested in studying or anything else. I wonder how he will manage the upcoming final exams. Tricks like in the mid-term exams probably won't work for the finals, so his actual academic ability will be tested.

I'm a bit curious about what he will do, but well, he'll figure something out. There's no need to dwell on it too deeply.

After that, it was decided that I would address the big man as Albert. Since Yamada-kun felt the name "Yamada" was a bit uncomfortable, he suggested calling him Albert.

My affinity with Yamada Albert increased!

"Today's more crowded than usual,"

As I chat with Albert, we somehow arrive at the cafeteria. And it's not an exaggeration to say that it's a place that has become a mass of people, it's an objective fact.

Well, it's natural since not only first-year students but also second and third-year students use it.

"I'll go save our seats. Albert, I'll have the usual."

Albert nods silently, conveying his consent. I follow him and walk towards the ticket machine.

Soon, we arrive in front of the machine that issues the meal tickets.

It's not particularly difficult to use; you just press the switch with the dish you want to eat, then touch your mobile device to the payment area. And the meal ticket comes out.

This time, I decided to go for the slightly higher-priced dish called "Japanese Special." There's no particular reason, but if I had to say, I was drawn to the simple name "Special."

While waiting for the food to be prepared, I pass the time chatting with Albert. It seems he can speak Japanese, albeit brokenly.

And when the conversation with him comes to a pause, I start searching for Ryuen-kun.

It's troublesome to get lost in such a crowd. So it's better to check in advance where he is to arrive quickly.

Now, where is Ryuen-kun...?

He stands out. Despite not having any distinctive physical features, he stands out.

Because even in such a crowded place, there's one spot where there's no one, as if people are making way for someone. And there's one person walking there boldly.

He's still the same, with a satisfied smile on his face.

And he sits down at an empty seat just like that.

I was thinking he might take a seat from another class, but it seems my worries were unfounded.

I return my gaze to normal. Then, a more luxurious dish than what Albert ordered is placed in front of me.

It seems the food has just finished cooking. We quickly exchange our meal tickets for the food and move away from the exchange area.

It would be inconvenient to move slowly during lunchtime. Let's be efficient.

I confirm Albert, who is holding two trays, and guide him to the spot Ryuen-kun secured.

"Thank you for your trouble."

Ryuen-kun returns his gratitude with a nod. Then he sits down.

"Oh, it even comes with dessert."

Ryuen-kun says out of curiosity as he looks at my set meal. It seems his set meal doesn't come with dessert.

By the way, the dessert is a seasonal sweet rice cake out of season.

"Do you want it?"

"Nah, I'm not good with sweet stuff."

Not surprising... When I think back, he would often eat snacks in my room, and he preferred chips and spicy foods.

Anyway, I'm quite hungry, so let's dig in. It seems they've already started eating as well.

"And Kamukura, any progress with the information?"

Ryuen-kun, who has finished eating, asks me a question.

I haven't finished eating yet, so I wish he would stop.

It's a rare opportunity to eat someone else's food, so I don't want to be disturbed.

But since he's not someone who would understand if I said such things, I reluctantly answer.

"It hasn't changed since the last email I sent."

"Don't tell me you've been slacking off because you found it boring?"

"I wonder."

"Heh, you're an annoying guy. I'm always on edge, wondering when you'll betray me."

"Even if you were betrayed, you'd still enjoy it, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, you're right."

And the conversation comes to a halt. Then he takes out his mobile phone from his pocket and starts fiddling with it.

It seems out of place to see him fiddling with his phone, but surprisingly, it suits him.

Well, that doesn't really matter. I finally reach the sakuramochi, the dessert that comes with the set meal.

These sakuramochi look quite delicious. It's surprising that they are homemade, not store-bought.

Even from someone like me who has talent as a patissier or chef, I can say that these sakuramochi are of good quality.

This looks promising.

I pick up the sakuramochi, intending to take the first bite. But just then, I hear a voice from behind.

"Excuse me, if you've finished eating, could you please give up your seat?"

Ryuen-kun and Albert react to the voice.

I don't particularly turn around.

I haven't finished eating yet. In fact, I haven't even started.

But judging by the volume of the voice, it's undoubtedly a girl who approached us. It takes courage to approach such a peculiar trio.

Thinking about that, I become slightly interested in the person who interrupted my meal.

So, I decided to turn around after all.

And there, three people, two girls and a boy, with a male-to-female ratio of 1:2, were looking at us.

One is a tall girl with long purple hair, resembling a slender fashion model.

One is a blond-haired boy with a slicked-back hairstyle, who looks like a delinquent but also exudes a sense of intelligence.

And the last one is the girl who approached us, Sakayanagi-san. She uses a cane and has striking blue gem-like eyes, giving her an ethereal appearance.

"Heh, sorry. My companion is still eating, so I can't give up the seat."

"Hehe, I see. Then, how about we have a little chat until he finishes eating? Ryuen Kakeru-kun."

"Sure, I was actually free. Besides, I didn't have much information about you, so it's a good opportunity. Sakayanagi."

Sakayanagi-san, with her smile that captivates everything she sees but also evokes a hint of coldness, speaks.

She then shifts her gaze towards me. She briefly smiles when she sees me.

But she quickly returns her gaze to Ryuen-kun.

And she analyzes him.

It seems her eyes can analyze far beyond the surface and reflect views that ordinary people cannot see.

In other words, she also possesses super analytical abilities.

I'm slightly impressed to learn that there are others besides me and Enoshima Junko who possess such abilities.

But more importantly, there's sakuramochi.

"You really resemble me, don't you?"

"Save your nonsense for bedtime."

Although they call it a "chat," it's completely different from having a pleasant conversation with a close friend.

In the crowded and somewhat hot cafeteria, the temperature around Ryuen-kun and Sakayanagi-san seems to drop rapidly.

In the midst of such an exchange, the girl with purple hair, who acts as their entourage, sighs and waits with a bored expression.

In contrast to her, the blond-haired boy seems to find the situation quite amusing as he watches the two leaders.

"Are they your pawns?"

"Yes, they are very capable."

"I see. It seems you're an enemy I shouldn't underestimate."

"Do you not differentiate between good and bad people?"

"Unfortunately, I had a poor upbringing. I never learned words like 'differentiate.' Anyone who doesn't obey me is my enemy."

Even though they're both laughing, there's no sense of calmness.

These two aggressive and prideful individuals have no intention of backing down. And both of them seem to be enjoying this situation.

However, they may have forgotten that this is a cafeteria.

One is sitting while the other is standing, facing each other.

It goes without saying that this situation appears strange from an objective perspective.

The people around us are starting to notice the atmosphere of the situation.

If left unattended, things could become troublesome.

But this time, I don't have the luxury of mediating between them.

More importantly, there's the matter of the sakuramochi.

I finally decided to completely ignore them, who were in conflict.

"So you're the rumored tyrant. It's reassuring to see you exactly as described."

"You're the rumored haughty queen. I'm reassured too."

I pick up the sakuramochi, chew it well, savor the flavor, and swallow it.

Delicious.

I feel like I could eat as many as I want.

Even though anything unnecessary for talent should have been removed, I still feel this way. I wonder why.

"By the way, I expected you to use violence when you didn't like someone, regardless of their class. But it seems I was mistaken."

"Heh, if you want, I can show you right here, but even I don't have the hobby of hurting someone with physical limitations."

"It's not because of the surrounding gaze or surveillance cameras... It's because you're concerned about my body. Surprisingly, you have a gentle side. However, please don't worry about this body. I don't consider it a weakness."

...It was only removed; new things can still be added.

The sakuramochi was a new addition to my preferences, a category like that. If I think that way, it's possible to understand.

...It's a somewhat forced reasoning, isn't it?

"I like strong-willed women. And you're clever and combative. What do you say, Sakayanagi? Will you become mine...? That way, we can erase the future of you being defeated."

"Hehe, you're quite unique. But the answer is no. It was an enticing invitation, but I have to decline. Because... you haven't seen the future I'm envisioning."

But I remember, Hajime Hinata's favorite food is also sakuramochi. Although he and I are the same person and different people at the same time, it seems our tastes haven't changed.

"I see, I'll admit it. You and I are indeed similar."

"Oh, you're quite easygoing about admitting it."

"Yeah, you've got one up on me with your analytical abilities."

"Heh... that's unexpected."

"That's enough for now."

In other words, even though it has been remade, this body itself may have desired it. That could be the interpretation.

Or perhaps they didn't alter it because preferences related to food don't affect talent.

"Both of you should withdraw. If you refuse, I'll report this to the school."

That means if I were to eat sakuramochi, which is a food that Hijime Hinata dislikes, would I also develop a dislike for it?

That's somewhat interesting.

"Hey, we were just having a 'chat.' There's no need for you to butt in, is there?"

"I should be the one to handle this quickly, so I need to step in."

"Heh, indeed."

Let's try making both of them next time.

But I should consider how to handle it if I can't eat sakuramochi.

...I'll leave it to Ibuki-san. She was fond of sweets, I believe.

If Ibuki-san is not an option, I'll share it with Shiina-san.

No, it might be interesting to deliberately send it to Ryuen-kun.

If those ingredients aren't available here, even in this extravagantly large campus, it's unlikely they will be.

...If they're not available, it's fine. I can order them using points.

This time, the focus is more on the talent of a patissier, rather than a chef.

"That's enough for today... Ryuen, it's crowded, so go and take over quickly."

"I'll spare you this time. Let's go, Albert. Kamukura... you still haven't finished eating?"

I realize that it's finally over after being called out by name.

Considering my plans for the day off while eating, it's inevitable that I'm eating slowly.

I take the last bite and swallow it minimally.

While I'm in the process of swallowing, Albert quickly reacts to his words and gathers the trays and dishes for the three of us.

Indeed, he has good presence of mind.

"Kamukura, you should have been able to stop those two. Why didn't you?"

Once I finish chewing, the person who intervened to mediate, the student council president, speaks to me.

"Are you the kind of person who can't be satisfied without reasons for everything?"

Having confirmed that I don't have any belongings left behind, I also stand up.

When I look again at Ryuen-kun, he is already gone from this place, walking towards the direction he came from.

"Heh, just like you."

With only those words, he also turns his back to the direction where Tachibana-senpai was originally seated.

It seems like he's still chasing after that stubborn person. She must be having a hard time.

I also divert my gaze from Sakayanagi-san and her group, intending to leave.

But in the next moment, unexpected words come to me, surpassing my predictions.

"Oh... as expected, you're a true... genius."

Curious about the person who uttered those words, I turn around.

She is completely different from before.

There is no intimidating smile.

It's as if the front and back sides have been reversed.

Her expression remains a smile.

However, it's an enchanting smile, containing something resembling madness.

Her voice is different too.

The girl with flushed cheeks doesn't have the cold, arrogant tone she used to measure her opponent. Instead, she has a young and sweet voice, like that of a girl who has found something she desired.

Upon hearing her voice, her two entourages are astonished.

It's understandable. I was momentarily taken aback as well.

I've heard rumors about her, Sakayanagi Arisu.

One of the two major factions in Class A. She is the leader, known to have a highly combative and ruthless personality.

Seeing her interaction with Ryuen-kun earlier, I can confirm that the rumors are true.

That's why it's unimaginable for her to use such a flattering voice.

"...Sakayanagi, what's gotten into you all of a sudden?"

The girl with purple hair questions the sudden change.

Immediately, Sakayanagi-san puts on her icy mask once again. She smoothly returns to the smile she initially displayed, but her entourages remain surprised.

"...I apologize. I must have shown an unsightly appearance."

Was she addressing me or her entourages, or perhaps both?

While keeping her gaze fixed on me, she sits in the seat where we were originally seated.

Her super analytical ability is not a threat. Her coldness is not a threat.

But that smile she showed earlier, it was something close to animal instinct.

If she were to stand before me, driven by her instinctual desires, unleashing all her available power to surpass me... Sakayanagi Arisu would undoubtedly become an interesting existence.

For the first time in a while, my body feels slightly warm.

It seems that I need to reevaluate her assessment.

The presence of someone I found boring has now been etched into my memory in the clearest way possible.

"...Kamukura Izuru-kun."

The name of the long-haired boy who slowly left this place earlier and is still in my field of vision slips from my lips.

Since I was young, I have seen people with various "talents" by accompanying my father in his work.

People with gifted bodies and talents in specific sports.

People around my age, already entering the adult world and blossoming with talents in applied sciences.

Someone who didn't even go to school, inheriting skills from their parents and training their talent as a craftsman from a young age, a person somewhat out of touch with the times.

I have seen various types of "talents."

As a result, my analytical ability has been significantly honed.

To the extent that I can estimate a certain level of talent just by looking at a person.

That's why I understood.

The first time I saw him was a few days after entering school. I was judged as boring, but that didn't matter.

More different and overwhelming than any person I had seen before.

Enchanted by his unhidden aura of "talent."

I remember vividly the moment when a feeling similar to first love sent a shock throughout my body as if it were yesterday.

"Who is more amazing, him or 'him'?"

Just a small murmur.

I recall him, who grew up in that white space that negates my thoughts.

What is he doing now?

Is he still in that white space?

Or has he come out of that place and is attending school like us?

"I'm losing my appetite."

"...Ah, it's already lunchtime, isn't it?"

Kamuro-san, who is bringing food to her mouth, says so.

And she continues with a puzzled expression.

"Today, you're definitely different. What's wrong?"

"Oh, are you concerned about me?"

"...Concerning you was a waste."

She immediately makes a displeased face.

Seeing her like that, I can't help but feel entertained.

"But, Sakayanagi-san, as Kamuro said, there's something different about you today. Especially since you saw that long-haired guy. Do you have something on your mind?"

Hashimoto-kun asks, getting to the point.

I usually have confidence in my poker face, but today, it's no good.

I resign myself and give them the answer.

"...Could it be love?"

Among the emotions currently resonating in my heart, this is probably the closest one.

But in the end, it's just speculation.

I don't know if it's accurate.

But one thing I'm certain of is that the desire to compete with him is beginning to overflow within me.

To compete and win, to reflect my existence in those hollow eyes of his.

Is this truly something that can be called love?

"Hehehe, it seems like i won't be bored."

Both of them open their mouths in surprise upon hearing my answer.

As for Kamuro-san, she drops her chopsticks due to the shock.

"Both of you will let your food go cold."

With that, I finally start eating the slightly chilled meal.

Volume 2 - Ch. 3 A Casual Holiday

On the second day of the weekend, I sat on a bench a little away from the shopping mall that had not opened yet. I was waiting for someone I had made plans to go shopping with today. Originally, I had planned to go shopping alone, but coincidentally, this person also had plans in this area, so we decided to go together.

We were buying items for making kusa mochi (mochi with mugwort) and sakura mochi (cherry blossom mochi), such as bowls, pots, and plastic wrap. By the way, I had already arranged for yomogi powder and domyoji rice flour to be delivered.

When I first thought about making mochi after eating kusa mochi, I went window shopping at the shopping mall, but they didn't have the items I needed at the time, so I used some points to order them in advance. We planned to pick them up around noon.

Until then, I just needed to accompany my companion and pass the time, so the day was going perfectly according to plan.

But still, it's quite unexpected for me to go shopping with someone and get along. The teachers who created me would surely be disappointed if they saw this situation.

The long-cherished wish, wisdom, and hope of humanity—the informal name "Ultimate Hope." Unlike Makoto Naegi, who was called the "real genius" by Sakayanagi, I was an artificial hope created by ego.

The other day, Sakayanagi Arisu called me a "genuine genius," but is that really true? What defines a genuine genius, and what does it mean to be a genius in the first place?

For example, a person who can excel in one particular thing to the point where others can't catch up is considered to have innate talent. A person who can excel in various things above average is called a person with diverse talents.

There are other examples as well, but what is a true genius?

Sakayanagi Arisu referred to someone who stood out among numerous geniuses as a "genuine genius" based on her own theory, but is that person truly a genius?

A person who possesses both examples of genius mentioned earlier—that is, a person who can excel in all sorts of things to the point where others can't catch up.

This could certainly be considered a "genuine" genius.

But do you realize something?

The closer you get to perfection, the more that genius departs from the framework of being a "human." They become an "outsider" or a "monster."

And the fate of that monster is either described by blind believers as "god," a banal term, or they become a convenient "tool" for parasites.

Somewhat self-deprecatingly, I am now reevaluating my own existence.

Furthermore, it's quite boring that the definition of a genius will eventually

"Hey."

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice.

I mechanically turned my gaze in the direction where the voice came from.

There stood a girl dressed in a neat casual outfit, but her sharp, hawk-like eyes made her appear anything but neat.

It was Ibuki-san. She was also the person I had been waiting for.

Yesterday, she contacted me asking for help with shopping. Apparently, she wanted some male assistance, and I was chosen for the job.

Going out with someone of the opposite sex on a holiday, in other words, a date. My heart should be dancing with excitement at this first experience.

What clothes should I wear on the day? What approach should I take? Which route should we take to go around the shopping mall?

If I were able to think that way, it would prove that I have some emotions. But in reality, I just see the person accompanying me as a companion for the shopping trip. I also had plans to go shopping, so I had no reason to decline and agreed without any particular excitement.

"Come on, let's go. Stand up quickly."

"Well, let's finish this efficiently."

I responded with these words and stood up from the bench, dusting off my clothes.

"The outfit that's making me feel hot just by looking at it. It's tasteless, and it doesn't match the season."

A plain white shirt, a black jacket, skinny jeans, and sneakers.

It was the same color scheme as the spare department uniform I used to wear, but in a slightly more casual form as everyday clothes.

Her comment was an expected evaluation, so I didn't really mind.

"As long as I can wear clothes, it's fine."

"Don't you ever think about wanting to be popular or anything?"

"I'm not interested."

Upon hearing my response, Ibuki-san placed her hands on her hips and sighed.

"Hey, should I choose your clothes? Because, seriously, that outfit is..."

"It's alright. I have talents like a designer or a stylist, you know."

Upon hearing my statement, Ibuki-san looked surprised and shot me an incredulous glance.

At the same time, she seemed to be doubting whether it was possible at all.

"Doubtful."

"It's the truth."

"Just this time, I doubt it! If you have such talent, then you should naturally have good taste."

It's true that her comment was to be expected, and I had felt a certain attachment to this color scheme of clothes that I had been wearing for so long. I had bought them without giving much thought.

So, I have absolutely no sense of style.

"I don't need your approval no matter how much you doubt it. I still possess the talent."

"...Well then, how about this? Try choosing my outfit as a test. If you have good taste, I might even acknowledge it."

She said that while turning away from me.

Her cheeks were slightly blushing, and she avoided making eye contact.

With a different outfit than usual, she seemed somewhat more attractive.

Although she has a tomboyish personality, she seems to take care of her appearance to some extent. She had applied light makeup, and I could tell she was wearing perfume from the different scent compared to her usual self.

For her to let someone else choose her clothes, especially someone of the opposite sex, it must have required a certain amount of courage.

If Ishizaki-kun were to witness this situation, he might sense a hint of romance. Unfortunately, I am the one present here, and I don't get moved by someone's appearance. To be honest, I even think that she should choose her own clothes.

"There's no need for me to gain your acknowledgment."

"Hey, I'm also a girl. Pay a little attention to those things."

"Do you think I'm interested in other people's clothes and would even go so far as to give compliments?"

I could almost hear the sound of something snapping in Ibuki-san's forehead, with multiple veins appearing. But she quickly sighed and showed a slightly disappointed expression.

"...I had high hopes for you."

She said in a low voice. There was no need to provoke her any further, so I let it slide.

"Let's go."

"Hmph."

With Ibuki-san in a bad mood, we entered the shopping mall and began shopping...

It has been about two hours since we entered the shopping mall.

I was dragged along, pushed around, and made to walk by her while accompanying her shopping, but it wasn't so boring that I couldn't tolerate it.

There were various clothing stores, electronics shops, daily necessities sections, and grocery areas in the mall. Carrying bags with various items, it was somewhat tiring to keep up with her.

By the way, I had already collected the yomogi powder and domyoji rice flour.

It wasn't even noon yet, but fortunately, they arrived early, so I was able to get them during the shopping trip.

"It's quite heavy," Ibuki-san complained while walking at her own pace on the way back.

However, her mood seemed to have improved considerably compared to when we started shopping.

It seems like she was reasonably satisfied with this shopping trip.

"So, are you planning to make wagashi (Japanese sweets) with these?" she asked, looking at the utensils I bought, such as bowls and pots, and the ingredients like sugar and anko (sweet bean paste).

"Yes, this time..."

I briefly summarized the plan for making kusa mochi.

"Oh, can I join too? I've never tried making sweets before, so I'd like to give it a try."

"That's fine. But aren't you planning to go to the movie theater afterward?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I was originally planning to go alone."

Unlike watching movies at home, going to the theater always gives the impression that it should be done with someone else. Personally, I expected her to go with Shiina-san, but it seems that's not the case.

"That's unexpected."

"Before graduating, I want to watch all the movies shown in this school. It would be a waste of time if I went with someone else, right? That's why I'm going alone."

I don't have any intention to comment on other people's hobbies, but it's not a typical interest for her. However, it's a typical Ibuki-like statement of acting like a lone wolf.

"You said you want to watch all the movies, but aren't there some that you won't like?"

Watching something you don't like is not only a waste of money but also a waste of time. If she's such a movie enthusiast, she should be able to enjoy movies from all genres, but I can't help but feel it's somewhat wasteful.

Movies are not something I enjoy, so I naturally think this way.

"You can enjoy the misses as well, and there might be surprising good movies too. Besides, sometimes it changes your perspective. For example, I never watch anime or had some kind of aversion to it, but the romance anime movie I saw the other day was actually interesting, and it slightly changed my bias."

"Watching a romance movie alone, that's also unexpected."

"How do you want to die?"

Putting aside her death threat, I'm actually impressed. Her current way of thinking requires the attitude to challenge things she's not good at. It's a feat that can only be accomplished with the willingness to try something out of one's comfort zone.

It's natural, but it's surprisingly difficult.

Depending on the degree of dislike, people generally tend to distance themselves from things they don't like. That's unavoidable.

However, overcoming that and seeking to change is the act of taking on challenges. It means seeking the truth through one's own will, in other words, "experience."

With repeated experiences, true confidence begins to form, and the way of thinking changes.

It's the first step toward changing from a boring person.

"You really lack tact."

While I'm impressed by her way of thinking, Ibuki-san starts to sigh.

Suppressing the urge to ask if it's something you would say, I continue the conversation.

"You think I should care about others and smile to avoid making them uncomfortable?"

"...It's creepy just thinking about it. Definitely stop it."

"Do you know what tact is?"

"You're annoying."

Ignoring Ibuki-san, whose forehead is about to burst, I slowly look around.

Some time has passed, and the shopping mall has become quite lively.

There are groups of same-sex friends, large groups with a mix of males and females, and pairs that seem to be in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, among various gatherings.

Among them, I notice a group not too far away that seems to have a tense atmosphere.

"It's getting crowded here. Let's get out of here quickly."

"Well, that's what I would like to say, but it seems we can't do that."

Upon hearing my words, Ibuki-san moves her gaze in the direction I'm looking.

Right after she does, a shrill scream echoes through the shopping mall.

"You bumped into me on purpose, didn't you! Don't get cocky just because you're in Class B!"

The surrounding people's attention focuses on the source of the commotion.

I recognize one of the girls involved, as her face is familiar.

"That's Manabe and... a student from Class B."

Manabe Shiho, who is hysterically shouting, seems to be a student from Class C, while the other girl is from Class B.

"So, you're planning to make a scene with something so trivial... I see."

Ibuki-san seems to have understood the true meaning of the situation. Her assumption is most likely correct.

At first glance, this situation may seem like a simple quarrel, but the reality is different.

The reason they are quarreling is that they have been secretly ordered by Ryuuen Kakeru to harass Class B.

He is currently using his classmates as a means to understand how the school is responding to the situation.

They diligently work even on holidays to create this situation.

It's pointless.

Moreover, this is a public facility. If the commotion escalates further, it could affect the points.

From my perspective, he should have given instructions to consider these aspects.

Well, from his perspective, anyone who stumbles in a situation like this is a disposable target.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a voice mediates between the two arguing students, and I shift my focus to them.

A lively girl with light pink hair flowing in the wind has stepped in between them.

"Ichinose-san!"

The expression of the female student who is the victim brightens with relief and trust.

From this scene, it is evident that Ichinose Honami is highly respected.

"Chihiru-chan, this is a public place. Don't raise your voice so loudly... And Manabe-san too."

"Ichinose-san..."

"Is this also a 'directive' from Ryuuen-kun?"

"...Ryuuen? What are you talking about?"

The situation is progressing quickly. Ichinose-san has taken control of the conversation and is cornering the Class C side.

The disadvantaged Manabe Shiho seems frustrated as she bites her lip.

It seems that Ichinose-san's unexpected appearance caught them off guard.

Their attitude speaks more than words.

If they continue to argue, there is a possibility of being caught with some kind of evidence.

In other words, it could lead to a decrease in points.

"Do you want to stop it?" Ibuki-san asks with a simple question.

She seems to have realized the possibility of a decrease in points if they continue like this.

However, I have no intention of stopping it.

This mistake was due to his directive error. I won't go out of my way to help with that.

Besides, the victim, Manabe Shiho, is boring.

When we were in the library, I only stopped it because Ryuuen directly instructed me. There is no need for me to intervene like this time.

"...It's boring, isn't it? Well, then I'll go and see Manabe's embarrassing state. Hold this."

"Please keep it short."

"Nn."

She nods and leaves her belongings with me as she walks away.

She values the class points.

That's why she acts this way. There's no other reason for her to help someone like Manabe Shiho, who she doesn't get along well with.

Left with nothing to do and bothered by the belongings, I look around for a place to sit.

I find a resting area a little further away, so I walk straight toward it.

I place the belongings in an empty space and sit down next to it.

Since I have nothing particular to do, I relax and watch over Ibuki-san's situation.

The expressions of Manabe Shiho and the others are hidden because they are blocked by Ibuki-san.

By now, she is probably exposing their embarrassing state, just as she declared.

Being too idle, I start to think about boring people to pass the time.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

I hear someone's voice from the side.

There's no one around me, so it's unlikely to be a case of mistaken identity.

I shift my gaze toward the source.

"...What do you need?"

A girl with short bobbed blonde hair and a voluptuous body stands before me.

She is about 155cm tall. Her outfit suits the season and looks good on her.

Her eyes, filled with fear and disgust, are directed at me despite her smiling face. I'm slightly interested in the combination of her smile and negative emotions.

"Um, I have something I 'want to ask.' Can I have some of your time?"

She leans down to meet my eye level and brings her hands together to emphasize her chest.

"Sure, go ahead."

I nod in agreement, returning her smile with a brief acknowledgment.

"Thanks!"

She exclaims happily and lowers her voice, bringing her face closer.

"You're Kamukura-kun from Class C, right?"

"Yes."

"My name is..."

The conversation with the girl wearing a false mask begins.

A few minutes later, I quickly finished the conversation and headed back towards Ibuki-san and the others, carrying the bags.

They seemed to have noticed me since they weren't far away. Ichinose-san turned towards me and waved her raised left hand widely from side to side.

I couldn't see Manabe Shiho and her entourage anymore. It seems they were repelled. As promised, it ended quickly and efficiently.

"You're slow," Ibuki-san said, her expression turning displeased as soon as she saw my face.

"Long time no see! Kamukura-kun!" Ichinose-san exclaimed with a joyful expression that she had been wearing even before looking at my face.

This is where the difference in charisma becomes apparent.

I acknowledge that fact.

"It's been a while. Well then—"

"Yes, stop! Can we talk a bit? Please?"

Smiling in response to my indifferent attitude, she quickly moves to block my way.

She seems to have learned from our previous encounter and doesn't appear flustered this time.

"It's meaningless, isn't it?"

"Just a little, just a little bit."

She gestures with her thumb and index finger, as if pinching time. At a glance, it seems like an adorable girl making a request, but I can sense a strong will behind her eyes, indicating that there's something more to it.

I already have a pretty good idea, but I don't want to get involved since it's bothersome and I want to go home quickly.

Also, the gaze I've been receiving from the girl who was the victim of the previous incident is annoying.

"Hey, Ichinose-san. Is this person really..."

As she directs her gaze towards the girl, she quickly hides behind Ichinose-san and asks.

"It's okay! He wouldn't do something like that! Just because he's from Class C doesn't mean everyone is harassing others. Ibuki-san was the same!"

"I-I understand that! But... he's 'that' Kamukura Izuru, right? The only person recognized by Ryuuen-kun as an equal..."

"Well, that might be true, but he's fine."

Ichinose-san looks at me and smiles mischievously.

Experiencing something like self-inflicted damage for the first time was refreshing and good, but I'm starting to get tired of this exchange.

"You still stick your nose into troublesome matters, don't you?"

"Hehe, but you were the same during the library incident, right? You can't say anything about others!"

There's no way we're the same.

The difference between intervening out of self-interest and intervening out of goodwill is significant. The only thing they have in common is that they stopped the conflict.

The process of how they respond based on their personality is what truly matters.

But even if I were to tell her this, she wouldn't listen.

"Honestly, I didn't expect to see you here. Maybe today is a lucky day!"

"For me, meeting someone as annoying as you is an unlucky day."

"Oh, that's mean... Oh, I see!"

Her sad expression changes to a look of realization.

"You're on a 'date,' aren't you? I guess you don't want to be disturbed."

That's what it seems like when you say it like that, but unfortunately, it's not the case.

...If I get flustered here, I might be able to gauge whether or not she's interested in me. It's a pointless idea that I, myself, came up with.

I glance discreetly at Ibuki-san, who is standing diagonally behind me, without her noticing.

As expected, her expression hasn't changed at all.

"I'm not on a date. Besides, Ibuki and I are not together. Don't misunderstand."

"More importantly, can you please take these bags from me?"

Ignoring Ichinose-san's completely off-base assumption, I reach out my hand towards Ibuki-san to return the bags.

"It's... a chance for you to show off."

"I don't feel the need to increase your favorability."

Ibuki-san seems to have already realized what I was thinking, and her response is quick.

She snatches the bags from my hand roughly.

The expression on her face at that moment was genuinely bothersome.

"Huh!? Are you seriously making a girl carry your bags!?"

The girl who had been hiding behind Ichinose-san exclaimed in surprise. It seems that witnessing our lackadaisical interaction made her lower her guard.

"Yes, I am. I was carrying them before, but originally—"

"You... it's terrible to make a girl carry your bags! Ichinose-san, this person is definitely a bad person! He's close to Ryuuen-kun!"

"...What misunderstanding do you have?"

She blushes and directs a disdainful gaze towards me.

"Ha...ha... Well, maybe it's a misunderstanding, Chihiru-chan."

"Ichinose-san is too kind! This guy, he looks at girls with such lascivious eyes and orders them to do this and that!"

A discriminatory remark that's so absurd. But behind those words, I can sense something abnormal and twisted.

Probably, this girl, who later introduces herself as Shiranami Chihiru, is likely to be a lesbian.

Upon closer analysis of her behavior, it's clear that she looks at Ichinose-san with a gaze that's far more lascivious. So it's highly likely that my assumption is correct.

In other words, it's possessiveness. Ichinose-san is her number one, and to maintain that position, she doesn't want her to get close to anyone, especially men.

Perhaps due to that possessiveness, she unintentionally let out that discriminatory remark.

How absurd.

Shiranami-san, who introduced herself later, grabs Ichinose-san's shoulder and shakes her as if to bring her back to her senses.

Ichinose-san doesn't resist and allows her face to move rapidly up and down as she's shaken.

"...That's unfair."

I can hear Ibuki-san's frustrated voice from the side.

When I look at her again, she's touching her modest chest with both hands.

I glance at Ichinose-san once more.

Currently, Shiranami-san is shaking Ichinose-san.

With each movement of her face, Ichinose-san's ample bosom sways in sync.

I see, indeed, she is blessed with proportions.

If this school didn't prohibit interaction with the outside world, and if she had a little more confidence in herself, there's a good chance her gravure talent would blossom.

Well, it's irrelevant to Ibuki-san, though.

"Hey, you compared us, didn't you, you beast."

"...It's pointless, isn't it?"

"Don't try to deceive me! You definitely compared us!"

Saying that, she grabs my collar, as if to confirm the truth, and pulls me closer so she can see my face.

But right after that, her movements, which were not calm, froze as if she had entered a state of suspended animation.

Why did she stop? I was about to ask, but before that, she timidly reached out and touched my chest.

Ibuki-san collapsed from her knees.

Anyway, let's put that aside.

"Phew, Chihiru-chan, have you calmed down?"

Things were about to get noisy, so we moved a little away from where we were before.

"Yes, I'm sorry for losing control."

She says that, but her gaze towards me hasn't changed much.

Or rather, there are now two similar gazes.

"We should probably head back now."

It's already past noon.

I urge Ichinose-san, as I want to start making the rice cakes as soon as possible.

"...Do you hate me, Kamukura-kun?"

"Not really. If I have to say, I think you're a bothersome person."

She's unsure how to react to my answer and looks to Ibuki-san for help.

"...You haven't been called boring, so I don't think you're hated."

"I see, that's good then!"

Ichinose-san shows a relieved expression and smiles faintly at each other when the conversation ends.

"...But as he said, time is passing."

"Indeed, it's already lunchtime!"

When Ibuki-san hears that, she seems to recall the rice cakes and makes a noticeable gesture.

"Hey, hey, we're planning to have lunch now. Would you like to join us?"

"...Sorry, it's a kind invitation, but I'll decline. If we have lunch now, we won't be able to eat the rice cakes."

"Rice cakes? Ah, so the bag contains the ingredients! I see."

"That's right. So we'll take our leave around here."

With those words, we turn our backs to Ichinose-san and the others.

"Wait a moment, Kamukura-kun, Ibuki-san. Can I talk seriously with you for a moment?"

The atmosphere changes. Ibuki-san also intuitively realizes it and turns to face Ichinose-san with her usual sharp gaze.

We wait for her next words.

"I have something I want to ask. Can you answer me?"

"If it's within my ability to answer."

After hearing that response, Ichinose-san smiles and asks us a question.

"Hey, do you think 'Ryuuen-kun' is behind that violent incident?"

The violent incident. The harassment incident ordered by Ryuuen-kun to observe the school's response.

She is indeed a formidable presence.

It's really a shame that we don't get along well with Ryuuen-kun.

"...Well, it's Ishizaki's own fault."

"I agree with that."

I feel somewhat conflicted about deceiving her, but there's no other way.

No matter how bothersome it may be, I can't sell out the entire class unconditionally.

"...I see."

"Is the conversation over?"

"Yeah... I had more questions, but I can't take up any more of your time."

Ahaha, Ichinose-san gives a smile mixed with a bit of resignation and sadness as she says that.

"Sorry for taking your time! Good luck with the rice cake-making date!!"

She quickly returns to her usual cheerful expression, as if not letting us think otherwise.

Perhaps to regain her composure, she and Shiranami-san leave this place, accompanied by a light joke.

"...Hey, do you think there are people who are unbelievably good?"

It's understandable to feel that way when you observe her words and actions.

She is an existence that strives to be as close to an ideal as possible.

However, an existence that selflessly serves others, unable to recognize their own contradictions, is nothing but a fool.

They do not tolerate "evil," which harms unrelated others. Therefore, it is permissible to punish "evil."

Ichinose-san is not someone who holds such arbitrary emotional beliefs, nor is she an unbelievably good person as Ibuki-san suggests.

She is a "hypocrite."

However, she is not just a hypocrite. She is a hypocrite who touches both good and evil, struggling to determine which is correct, and ultimately chooses the path that brings the greatest happiness to the majority.

An unbelievably good person, in other words, a "genuine" good person, does not exist.

That is merely an ideal.

Now, let's consider it roughly according to dialectics.

Take "a person with a good personality" as the positive thesis and "a person with a bad personality" as the negative antithesis, and sublate them into a synthesis.

What is born is the ideal that cling to it.

That is the "good person."

It is not someone who believes that it is right to be neither good nor evil, like a coward, and it is not someone who is a wishy-washy middleman easily swayed by others, unable to take a firm stance.

It is an existence that reaches out its hand to someone, passing on smiles and hope to many strangers.

However, that existence has no emotions.

It has no contradictions, dreams, or will.

It only does what is necessary as a "good person." That's all it is.

That is the "genuine" good person that does not exist.

If a "genuine" good person were to appear...

...it would surely be an existence like me.

"It's not worth thinking about things that are out of character."

"...And it's not something we should do."

Rarely, the two of them agree and exchange glances.

"Shall we go back?"

"Yes."

We head back to the dormitory.

Volume 2 - Ch. 4 Kikyou Kushida's Talent

The first time I met him was in the library.

At that time, he was the one who stopped the conflict between Class C and Class D.

And now... he is a male friend who has formed a cooperative relationship with me.

I dislike him.

The second time we met, that feeling was engraved in my mind to the point of disgust.

He excels in studying, surpassing even that infamous Horikita.

I dislike it.

He achieves results in various athletic events.

I dislike it.

He associates with a mentally unstable guy obsessed with violence.

I dislike it.

His appearance is neatly put together, except for his strange hairstyle.

I dislike it.

His eyes are as red as blood.

I dislike it.

I dislike it.

His calm face seems to see through the depths of my heart, and it creeps me out.

He possesses talent that mocks my efforts. I wish he would just die.

He is capable of anything, yet he remains passive and doesn't take action on his own, which irritates me.

But once he starts moving, no one can stop him, which irritates me even more.

I can't stop my own personality, even if I want to. Even if I don't want to return to that situation again after failing once, the symptoms reappear.

This is cancer. It can no longer be controlled by merely suppressing its invasion.

It must be completely eradicated from the root.

But as long as I am human, that is difficult.

However, even so, I want to shine.

I want to be recognized by everyone, relied upon by anyone, and yet never lose to anyone.

I want to become a human like a fairy tale.

I want to be everyone's "hope."

So... if having a unique personality and talent means not losing to anyone...

Hey, instead of making such a face, why don't you share that talent with me?

Ah, I hate him so much... I'm envious.

"I am Kushida Kikyou! Nice to meet you!"

On the second day of the weekend, before noon, I greeted the long-haired guy in front of me like that.

Our encounter was truly coincidental.

Today, we planned to go out with Sakura-san, a classmate, and Ayanoukouji to repair her camera (which I accidentally broke).

While heading towards the meeting place, I found him resting in the break area.

To be honest, it's lucky. I can use this opportunity to get closer to him.

He, Kamukura Izuru, is a mysterious person.

There are many rumors about him because he rarely talks to people and has not been denied the opportunity, so they tend to circulate wildly.

For example, he is the best friend of the tyrant in Class C, Ryuuen-kun, or the only person recognized by him.

He has extremely high potential and can excel in anything he does.

He had a conversation on an equal footing with the student council president.

He didn't pay any attention to the vice president Nagumo.

He's already involved with two beautiful girls.

And there are rumors that there is a fan club of him and Ryuuen-kun among some of the first-year girls.

In short, he is an enigmatic but amazing person.

You could say he's the C-class version of Koenji!

I'm going to become "friends" with him.

Information is power, and friendships are power. And "trust" is the only power I won't lose within the power I can build.

Becoming friends is the first step in wielding that power.

To enhance it, I have to become friends with even someone who looks creepy... I mean, someone unique.

Right now, there is an ongoing violent incident we all know about. So it's easy to start a conversation.

Now, let's quickly finish and join Ayanokouji-kun and Sakura-san, the gloomy guys!

"Please make it brief."

His emotionless voice and unchanged expression are a bit eerie.

Even when our eyes meet, he remains expressionless.

As expected, he is even more gloomy than Ayanokouji.

"Sure, understood! Oh, by the way, do you have plans after this?"

I want to make it brief, so I lightly ask him, suppressing the desire to say what I want. I dislike gloomy people. They are generally negative, unhygienic, and, above all, they lack the effort towards self-improvement.

Whenever I talk to someone, I exhaust my nerves, so I have always had a complaint that the other person should put in a bit more effort. And gloomy people are often the ones who bring up such complaints. That's why I dislike them.

I emit an atmosphere of apology from my whole body to please him.

"Yes."

"I see! By any chance, what do you have planned?"

Still expressionless. He went out of his way to emphasize his indifference, but I can't help but think he could show a little more excitement. Well, it would be troublesome if he reacted like the three idiots in Class D.

Now, with a slightly deeper and curious atmosphere, I tilt my head while showing a lovely smile. Many guys like this kind of calculated gesture.

In the beginning, people said I was faking it or acting, but now when I do it, it doesn't look like that at all.

"Just meeting up with classmates in a few minutes. But more importantly, you were a student from Class D, right? Is there something you want to ask about the violent incident?"

He responds politely, taking my intentions into consideration, which surprises me internally.

Honestly, I thought he would respond with something like "It's none of your business" or "It doesn't concern you" at best, or even ignore me and continue the conversation.

Furthermore, he doesn't have those creepy pauses and stuttering typical of weird guys during conversations. He looks me in the eye and speaks properly, which is unexpected.

And he understands my intentions, which is another point in his favor.

Congratulations, Kamukura-kun! You're better than the three idiots in Class D!

"Correct... Well, to be honest, I remember seeing you once in the library."

"Wow, even though you give off an indifferent vibe towards others, it seems you can still perceive your surroundings. At that time, you were talking to Horikita-san, so I didn't think you'd remember someone like me!"

Yeah, it annoys me. What annoys me is that i had to bring up the name "Horikita" in the conversation.

"...You left a stronger impression on me."

What was that just now? Maybe he's trying to be considerate? Usually, I would consider such consideration unnecessary, but I'll let it slide because the comparison is with Horikita-san!

I feel a slight sense of superiority, and with the biggest smile of the day, I continue the conversation with him.

"Liar! Ichinose-san was there too. Well, it's natural for boys to be attracted to cute girls, so you don't have to worry about it."

"I'm not worried. The level of memory retention varies from person to person. If it matches preferences such as hair length, color, appearance, height, and behavior, it tends to be more memorable."

I respond with an affirmative nod to his continued words.

"In the case of that situation, for example, you didn't seem to do anything, but you quickly approached Ichinose-san, providing an opportunity for Horikita-san. You played the role of a bridge and smoothly facilitated the conversation. Such actions don't happen overnight; you must have made corresponding efforts. That's why you left an impression."

...Listening to his easily understandable tone of voice, I feel relieved. It's actually quite easy to listen to... Ah, what's it called again, this effect?

When you have a positive opinion about one aspect, other aspects start looking good... I can't remember, but it's fine.

"...I'm glad you say that!"

"...I'm sorry, but let's get to the main point. We're running out of time."

"Oh, sorry. I was enjoying the conversation with Kamukura-kun!"

His expression remains motionless.

Hmm, the muscles in his face must be dead.

Then he averts his gaze slightly, places his chin on his hand, and strikes a pose as if lost in thought.

"...What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

"...I didn't do anything. I just thought you were unlucky today."

"That's not true! After all, I got to meet Kamukura-kun today!"

I bring my fingers together, sway my body a little, and bring my face closer.

In addition, I show a happy smile to fill the atmosphere with genuine joy.

Well, in reality, I did feel better after the conversation with him, so I've escaped from the top of my creepy ranking!

It's not unlucky. It's not lucky either, but still.

Now, I just need to get his contact information and quickly go to the gloomy guys... Ayanokouji-kun and Sakura-san!

"That's what's unfortunate."

"Just like that"

"Because you're affected by my whims, your mind collapses."

"?!?"

Just before he finishes saying that, a sharp red gaze pierces through.

Confused by his sudden change without any context, my voice involuntarily turns inside out.

Terrifying.

It's different from the imminent violence between the men I felt two days ago with Sudo and Koenji.

It's not derived from disgust or hatred or anything like that.

This is just pure something.

Though to be more accurate, it seems like a mixture of several emotions wrapped together.

"... I forgot to mention, but I'm not involved in any violent incidents. I cannot provide you with the information you expect."

"Uh, um! Well, I guess there's nothing I can do~"

While his red eyes remain unwavering, they capture me.

Though it's been just a few tens of seconds, I feel a sense of anxiety as if I've been cornered to the edge of a cliff.

What's with this guy?

Why did the atmosphere suddenly change like this?

It's like everything has been muddled and mixed together.

Almost like... despair.

At the moment when our intense red gazes lock, I feel like he has read my "inner" self.

My "true" self.

"...Nonsense."

"Huh?"

I clearly heard his muttering.

Nonsense, he said.

My mind turns blank, and an indescribable anger starts to well up.

What's nonsense? Even his consideration earlier, now his words are negative.

Right now, I am not composed, and due to the unsettling atmosphere he suddenly created, I can't manage my actions or tone of voice.

Still, I try my best to adjust my attitude and expression.

My instincts appeal to my brain not to reveal any more vulnerabilities.

"... Why the sudden change, Kamukura-kun? Is it because of something about me"

"The 'mask,' it's coming off."

My breath gets caught in my throat.

Cold sweat flows down my back.

Nonsense. He's just a delusional guy who hasn't outgrown his chuunibyou phase.

That atmosphere gains strength. No, perhaps the expression "muddled" is more appropriate.

I'm almost on the verge of hyperventilating, but I keep my eyes on him, refusing to look away, and I maintain a smile.

I must pretend to be the ideal version of myself, and get through this situation.

But with the next words, I lose that composure.

"'What happened to you?' Please don't say something like that. You might end up becoming an uninteresting existence like that."

He read my next words.

Word for word, identical to what I was going to say.

Why? How?

My communication skills are flawless. There shouldn't have been any opening for him to grasp.

We only exchanged a few words, yet how does he know what I'm thinking?

No, it must be a bluff. He's just saying whatever comes to mind.

Is that really the case?

Let's calm down first.

He's an annoying but capable guy. If that's true, he should be able to make assumptions beyond my comprehension. I shouldn't be disturbed.

Stay calm, connect the words, and go back to how it was.

Adopt a defensive stance, and the agitation will vanish.

"...'Want to be praised by everyone'? Is that how you feel, using 'that talent' of yours?"

Before I can string my words together, his kotodama pierces through my "mask."

As if my heart had been shot through with a bullet, I feel torn apart.

It's just an inference based on a situation that is incomplete and intuitive.

There was no need to be so shaken by it, and I should have just let it pass without reacting.

Yet, for some reason, his words carry weight, and I find myself acknowledging them.

At that moment, the terrifying atmosphere from earlier also vanishes.

Finally, I start to regain some composure, little by little.

"... What's wrong with you...? Why, all of a sudden..."

I no longer have the composure to conceal myself. I've completely forgotten about my original purpose.

I don't care that this is a shopping mall on a holiday, nor that there are many people passing by; I'm just panicking.

"Why? Ah... Because I wanted to analyze you."

Analyze?... My communication ability, or rather, my "mask"?

What a selfish and ridiculous reason.

And because of that, I'm being exposed to this miserable state.

"But despite using the talent of a 'fraud,' you haven't lost yourself. Most frauds lose themselves as they deceive others and become someone else. Once they deceive someone, unless they reset their life, they can't turn back. You're the same."

...Enough. Don't meddle in my territory like you know everything about me.

"However, you're using the talent of a fraud, even if it's a degraded version. Yet, you're still being yourself, not losing yourself, and finding your value by becoming someone ideal. I had quite an amusing time."

"... Quit it. This is just laughable."

It's fine if you don't laugh about it.

My ability is not some pathetic thing like what you described.

Becoming someone ideal... It's not some incomprehensible thing.

Everyone must have thought at least once that they wanted to become someone they admire.

An idol with a cute face and gestures, a talented celebrity, someone with greater abilities than oneself in close proximity.

Everyone must have projected themselves onto such beings.

By doing that, they can avoid the stress and suffering of reality, escape and fulfill their uncontrollable desires.

I create an ideal version of myself that anyone would desire, just to fulfill my own desires.

That's all.

So this is for me... It's not like that... It's not like this...

"... I trusted you, Kikyou-chan."

"I thought you felt that way about your classmate, Kushida-san."

"Was your attitude towards us all just a lie?"

"How awful... Now I can imagine him deceiving and sneering at people in the future."

"Kushida, is this true? You should tell the teacher the truth... the teacher should be able to understand your worries. However"

"Ha-ha, I might have found an interesting treasure."

Sitting in front of the man, I lower my head, my back bending as if offering it to him while standing.

If I relax my leg muscles even a little, I feel like I'll collapse.

I understand that this guy is saying something.

But my ears, my hearing, reject his voice.

I don't want to hear it. Just go somewhere else quickly.

If I listen to his words any further, I feel like everything about me will be overturned at its core.

So just disappear already.

"...We'll meet again."

I wonder if my desperate plea reached the gods, as he stood up with those words and passed by me, making the sound of rustling plastic bags.

I don't possess the talent to toy with other people's lives like that person.

I only follow my desires and do what I can to become the ideal version of myself.

See, now my "restart" is almost a success. Once I erase Horikita, it will be perfect.

"Restart" is not necessarily a bad thing.

Although it may end up deceiving those around me, I'm not imitating a fraud by taking something from someone.

I only retaliate when I'm entrapped. It's different from actively deceiving people like a fraudster.

"...Kushida?"

Towards the direction where I heard a somewhat emotionless voice, I move my body slowly.

There is no rejection reaction because I recognize this voice.

The voice of a plain-looking guy who is always with Horikita.

Ah, right. Come to think of it, I was supposed to meet him today.

"...Why do you have that 'expression'?"

I look at him, feeling somewhat relieved.

Although I actually dislike him, this time, it's good that it's him.

It's good that there's someone who can handle seeing this face.

Switching gears. I'll do what I can do.

I'll use this talent for the sake of my friends and gain their trust with false reliance.

This isn't that kind of talent.

He also said it, right? It changes depending on the person using it.

"... Ayanoukouji-kun, sorry for being late for the gathering time."

"No, it's not time yet. But more importantly, Kushida... Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go quickly. I'm okay."

Ah, I wonder if the current Kikyou Kushida can still smile as usual.

"The room remains the same, empty as ever."

As soon as she entered my room, she stabbed me with her prickly words, almost like a tradition for her.

I had several encounters with other students, but on the way back, nothing particularly noteworthy happened, and I finally managed to make grass mochi.

I organized the things I bought and placed only what I needed in the kitchen.

"You're planning to make curry for dinner?"

"Yes."

"You really go to such trouble just for yourself."

"That's how I felt."

Ibuki-san, who was helping me sort things out, seemed to be somewhat interested. Her voice sounded a bit tense, like a pet waiting for its next command.

"...Do you want to eat?"

"!? I-I don't particularly want to."

"Hmm."

Ignoring her tsundere attitude, I continued with my next task.

I put on the apron I usually use.

Ibuki-san noticed and also put on her apron, as she said, "As expected, a black apron."

"You like that color, don't you?"

"...It's not like that."

She averted her gaze as she always does, trying to act cute.

She really doesn't learn.

She should have noticed by now that her lies don't work on me.

"Jokes and casual lies make you look away."

While washing new bowls and pots, I looked at her and said that.

She looked puzzled, and a question mark seemed to be floating above her head.

"Trustworthy lies are spoken while looking into the other person's eyes."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's a subconscious habit you display when you lie."

"Really? I had no idea."

She opened her eyes wide, showing a surprised expression.

"We've been together the longest since coming to this school. I had plenty of time to analyze you."

"Oh, wow, I never noticed you were doing that, but I guess you're right. I might have that tendency if I think back."

She put her left hand on her hip and touched her head with her right index finger, striking a pose that seemed somewhat fitting.

I wonder if there's any meaning to that.

"You are easy to read, for better or worse, so be careful if you ever find yourself deceiving someone."

"There's almost no deception in everyday life anyway."

"Well, just keep it in mind. If you think it's trivial, treat it like a horoscope. It will come in handy at some point, I'm sure."

With this kind of casual smile, you might make friends other than Shiina-san.

Of course, I won't say that to her, though.

"...Hey, can you do 'fortune-telling'?"

As I was thinking about such things, she surprisingly caught on to those words and started to inquire further.

I only said that as a joke, but, of course, I have the talent of the Super High School Level Fortune-Teller.

"I can. Though it's not 100% accurate."

"Hmm... How do you do fortune-telling?"

She seems to have lost interest in this exchange, finding it bothersome to continue pressing me.

Yet, she appears unusually energetic.

It's a topic she enjoys, though I apologize if it doesn't suit her.

"...Do you want to know? People who enjoy fortune-telling tend not to like spoilers."

"Oh, it's fine. I'm not bothered by that."

The bowls I'll be using immediately are now dry, and I turn the pots upside down to let the water drip off.

"Well, basically, fortune-telling is an application of 'cold reading.' You discern what the other person wants to hear in the conversation and convey it as if you predicted the future."

"I guess that makes sense. Peering into a crystal ball and talking about this and that just seems suspicious."

"Crystal ball fortune-telling has about a 50% accuracy rate, so..."

"50% is good enough. ...Huh? You can do that crystal ball thing?"

"I don't plan to explain in detail."

Seeing her stunned expression without any retort, it seemed that she was genuinely interested in fortune-telling.

"Then, can you do Tarot and such?"

"That's just a matter of memorizing all the patterns."

"What do you mean?"

"Tarot cards typically consist of 78 cards, including the Major Arcana of 22 cards and the Minor Arcana of 56 cards. These cards can also be interpreted in reverse, resulting in a total of 156 possibilities."

Some people apparently choose not to consider reverse interpretations, either because they can't remember them all or because they can't handle them.

"Based on these results, you use cold reading, observing the subject's eye movements, habits, and other cues to guess the words they want to hear and create a message to convey. Skillfully weaving lies and truths into it enhances its credibility. That's the outline of Tarot fortune-telling."

By combining cold reading with my super analytical ability, I can practically understand human psychology with almost 100% accuracy.

It was the same for Kushida Kikyou today.

Although I had some preliminary knowledge, I easily deduced her "inner side" without any substantial information.

Even if she told lies as naturally as breathing, my super analytical ability would expose those lies.

I knew she was a "liar" from the beginning.

So, I chose the words she wanted to hear.

She told me about Horikita-san with a slight sense of disgust.

In response, I hinted that she was superior to Horikita-san.

Depending on her reaction, I could verify what kind of negative emotions she had towards Horikita-san using cold reading.

Her response was surprisingly positive.

From this, I deduced that she was someone with a strong desire for recognition.

People with a strong desire for recognition have human-like beauty and a certain regularity about them.

Even if they have to deceive others, or in her case, deceive herself, to obtain the desired words.

Those words are nothing more than words of admiration and envy.

However, even so, she hasn't lost sight of herself.

Perhaps... no, let's put a stop to this analysis here.

After all, I'm making grass mochi. Instead of analyzing others, I should focus on analyzing my own preferences.

By the way, using Super High School Level Despair was just a whim.

To analyze her as a swindler, I decided to unsettle her and make her lose her composure, exposing her completely.

For that purpose, I showed her just a glimpse and casually connected some words before she did.

Well, in short, it was the easiest and quickest method to use.

"...I see. So, from the 156 possible outcomes, you modify the words to match the person you're reading for and make it sound more believable."

As she folded her arms and fell into silence, Ibuki-san summed up what I had said quite nicely.

"Fortune-tellers sure have it tough... By the way, what were you doing when you memorized all of that back in the day?"

"...Well, I had a lot of free time."

I skillfully evaded the question since it's not like I could say that the data was directly implanted in my head.

But, this way, it will create a pitiable high school student who had no friends.

"I'm not really interested in prying into your past, so you don't have to sound so serious about it."

She gave a faint smile.

It's a cool smile befitting her character.

But thank goodness. It's good that her personality doesn't delve too deeply.

"Oh, but were you also this long-haired in middle school?"

"Well, I don't remember ever cutting it."

I've trimmed it before, but I've never drastically cut it.

Not once in my life... That's pretty horrifying in its own way.

Everything is prepared, and I receive the mochiko (glutinous rice flour) and domyojiko (mochi flour).

"Well then, let's get started."

"Yeah, understood."

Over the course of several hours, we enjoyed making mochi out of season!

Intimacy with Ibuki Mio has increased!!!

Volume 2 - Ch. 5 Eccentric, Delinquent, and Supportive Items

Sunday has passed, and Monday morning has arrived.

I wake up early.

Once I open my eyes, the first thing I do is stretch and loosen my stiff body.

Next, I wash my face to awaken my senses.

After awakening, I tidy up the futon and head to the kitchen.

While I'm toasting bread, still dressed in all-black sleepwear, I efficiently make a bento using the leftovers from yesterday's dinner that I had prepared in advance.

I take out a bottle of free drinks I brought in bulk from the school vending machine from the refrigerator and have something to drink for the first time today.

Once I feel the cold liquid pass through my throat, I hear a beep, and a well-toasted toast with a satisfying crunch is ready. I spread some leftover anko from making kusamochi and slightly expensive store-bought butter on top of it and start my breakfast.

After finishing my meal, I wash the dishes I used.

Once that's done, I change into the unique uniform of this school.

Lastly, I gather the things I need to bring to school and put them in my school bag.

After preparing as reasonably as possible, I finally check my phone.

When I finish all these actions in about 30 minutes, as usual, the electronic text of 7:00 AM is reflected in my eyes, as intense as blood.

Since the morning HR (homeroom) starts at 8:30, I have quite a bit of free time until then.

However, since I don't have anything specific to do, I finish the necessary minimum of rest and grooming and leave my dormitory room.

The sound of locking the door echoes in the empty space, and I continue towards the direction of the elevator without stopping.

Without encountering anyone along the way, I arrive at the elevator and operate the buttons with mechanical movements.

As I descend to the first-floor shared area, I see a few dormitory staff, administrators, and a few early-morning students from my class and D class. There are large tables that could accommodate a party game with a decent number of people, and multiple three-seater sofas that look comfortable, but both are unoccupied.

There are also spaces available all over, but something feels lacking.

With each step I take, my footsteps sound sharp and crisp.

...Ah, how boring.

From one morning to another, I bow to the diligent janitor of the dormitory and leave the dormitory.

As I step outside, I am greeted by the strong sunlight, and the heat of midsummer seeps into my body.

This school does not differentiate between summer and winter uniforms, so even in summer, we wear blazers.

Therefore, for a few minutes of commuting, it is hot, and just going to school makes me feel gloomy.

But once I reach the school, it's heaven.

Since the classrooms are equipped with air conditioning, it's cool.

Considering how much money they spend so freely, it truly feels like a school supported by the government.

While walking, I recall if there is anything different today to make it an interesting day.

After thinking for a few seconds, I remember that there is still one more day until the discussion between Class C and Class D.

Ryuen seems to be putting considerable effort into it.

However, it's just a boring dispute that will end with Ishizaki and two others claiming their innocence. Ryuen is just strongly threatening them not to bend their opinions or confess.

Albert said he would only be an accomplice with his fists.

...Speaking of which, I forgot to give Ishizaki the photos of the scene of the violent incident.

I, of all people, succumbed to temptation on that day and completely forgot about the photos.

Well, I guess I'll give them to him today.

Now, let's change the subject from something trivial.

Let's talk about yesterday. It was a truly interesting day.

As I declared, I made kusamochi and sakuramochi. However, I was too enthusiastic and ended up making quite a lot.

To be precise, the large plates were filled with dense green and pale pink dumplings, piled up one after another.

In numbers, there were about 20 of each. I really don't know why I made so many.

Of course, among them, there are some that Ibuki-san made.

Compared to mine, hers might not have a perfect shape, and the amount of anko inside may not be perfect either, but considering it was her first time, they turned out pretty good.

According to her, she quite enjoyed making sweets, so next time, she plans to challenge it on her own.

It's a completely problem-free holiday, don't you think?

However, there was one problem. It was the "sakuramochi."

Why was it a problem, you ask?

First of all, I couldn't eat the sakuramochi.

As soon as it entered my mouth, my tongue had a strong rejection reaction, and I felt like I was about to spit it out unintentionally. Although I managed to swallow it using water, an indescribable discomfort remained in my mouth, and I felt unwell.

Interesting. So this is what they call a "food I'm not good with."

I never thought it would affect me to the point of making me feel weak at the knees.

As I mentioned earlier, I made a large quantity of sakuramochi as well.

Since Ibuki-san alone couldn't handle the mountains of sakuramochi, there are still about 15 left.

Yes, they are leftovers.

Kusamochi and sakuramochi spoil easily, so it's difficult to handle. Since I can't eat them, someone needs to dispose of them quickly.

It's a significant problem, isn't it?

However, this problem has already been solved, so fortunately, the things I spent time making didn't go to waste.

Currently, the large quantity of sakuramochi is stored securely in my school bag along with ice packs.

It's not for me to eat.

I brought them as a gift to the tea ceremony club where Shiina-san belongs.

When I conveyed the intention to her, she readily agreed, which was a great relief.

While elegantly performing the tea ceremony, she will eat the sakuramochi. Although it cannot be considered traditional confectionery, I'm convinced that the scene of her bringing the sakuramochi to her mouth along with the tea will look quite refined.

With such thoughts in mind, I continue heading to school. Before I know it, I have arrived at my shoe locker.

I proceed to change my shoes as usual.

Due to the absence of anyone else, I can clearly hear voices coming from the direction of the schoolyard. It's probably the cheers of the sports clubs. They seem highly motivated for morning practice.

Speaking of which, this school boasts a balanced emphasis on academics and physical activities.

If the results in club activities are good, you can receive bonus private points, so about 70% of Class C students are involved in some kind of club activity.

Of course, this is not limited to Class C alone, so it's likely that a similar percentage of students from other classes are also participating in some club activities.

However, Class C students are probably more dedicated to club activities than students from other classes.

It's mainly because of the significant influence of the private point system. Since they don't have to pay the points to Ryuen, they are desperately trying to achieve good results. Maybe some of the Class C students are in the club whose cheers I heard in that direction.

If that's the case, there's a possibility that it will have a positive impact on our class points, and I'll gain points without doing anything.

I must admit that his devised taxation system is working well.

After changing to my indoor shoes, I start heading towards my classroom.

But I pause.

I have witnessed a different situation than usual, and it has caught my attention.

In front of the stair landing a little further from the shoe lockers, there is a bulletin board that can be used by both students and the school.

There, a recruitment notice seeking students who have information related to the conflict between Class C and Class D is posted

"Um, my face looks beautiful today."

Before the notice, a peculiar person is standing, fixing his hair with an expensive-looking hand mirror.

Now... what should I do?

I am slightly puzzled, contrary to my usual self.

Although I could use those stairs to arrive at the classroom the fastest, is it okay to pass by normally?

While standing in front of the bulletin board, the eccentric person, who is more interested in his own reflection than the posted notice, makes me feel indescribable.

"Oh, do you know who I am?"

As I stopped, the eccentric person noticed me.

He puts his hand mirror back in his pocket and walks towards me.

This tall man, with meticulously styled blonde hair and different light red eyes from mine, stands in my way, as if blocking my path.

I know this person.

It's because I had the opportunity to learn about him when gathering information about Class D.

"Um... Kouenji Rokusuke, right? What can I do for you?"

"Oh, you know who I am. Indeed, I am Kouenji Rokusuke, the eldest son of the Kouenji Conglomerate and the future president, Kouenji Rokusuke."

He puts his hand on his waist, flips his hair, and strikes a pose that exaggerates his self-importance.

...What an annoying person. Intuitively, I feel that he's several times more annoying than Ichinose-san.

"By the way... hmm... I see, I see."

After finishing his laughter, he starts examining my body closely.

He looks at my physique meticulously, as if he's checking the development of my muscles, but it's not a lewd gesture. He seems to be simply confirming the state of my muscles.

"Hmm... excellent potential. It's on par with mine, or rather, even better. Excellent!"

After touching someone's body so much, he casually hooks his arm around my shoulder and continues to compliment me in his well-pronounced English.

He doesn't know the meaning of restraint, does he?

"Kamukura Boy, how about having a meal together next time? There's a girl among the older ladies who wants to get to know you."

"You're jumping to conclusions too quickly."

"Oops, I seem to have rushed things a bit. First, we should have exchanged contact information instead of business cards, right?"

No, that's not it.

What is with this person?

In my mind, Kouenji-kun is positioned as a person as unconventional as Junko Enoshima.

He's a whirlwind-like person who quickly takes out his phone and opens the screen where we can exchange contact information.

"Now, do it quickly. I'm a busy person, you know. I have a meeting with the ladies right after this."

"...Understood."

As I couldn't find any reason to refuse, I take out my phone from my school bag.

And swiftly, we exchange contact information.

"Mmm, mission complete. Well then, Kamukura Boy! Let's meet again. Adieu!"

As soon as he finished what he wanted to do, he releases his hold on my shoulder and starts walking towards the stairs.

There are only a few people who arrive early due to the early morning, so his laughter echoes throughout the floor.

"...He's an incredibly troublesome person."

Kouenji Rokusuke's intimacy has increased??

"Good morning, Kamukura-kun."

"Good morning, Shiina-san."

Shiina-san greeted me with a brighter voice than usual.

Her gentle smile and graceful posture exuded elegance and kindness.

After the coincidental encounter with the eccentric person, I arrived at the classroom without any obstacles.

By the way, I was the first one here.

Shiina-san entered the classroom second.

She is an early riser. After coming early in the morning and finishing her preparations, she always reads a book.

She tends to read mystery novels, ranging from well-known masterpieces to obscure works.

I don't understand the feeling of falling in love with books, so her hobby doesn't resonate with me.

Even works considered masterpieces seem trivial to me.

In fact, if it's a masterpiece, there are "rules" involved. And with rules, it's easy to predict the outcome.

They are merely a way to pass the time, and there is no real enjoyment in them.

On the other hand, I can't bring myself to read poorly written books, often referred to as trashy works.

Not because they are trashy, but because I find them uninteresting.

They are simply a waste of time.

"You always arrive early, Kamukura-kun. I couldn't beat you again."

"There's no need to think of it as winning or losing."

"That's true, but when I'm always second, you know, a sense of rivalry starts to emerge, right?"

She said that with a smile, showing that she was enjoying the conversation.

Her choice of words lacks vocabulary, but if she's having fun, it's not something to be concerned about.

"Now, what can I do for you? I don't think you approached me just to talk about that, right?"

"Hehe, you're right. Well then, please give me that thing we talked about."

"What novel are you obsessed with now?"

With a completely opposite expression from her beaming smile, those words slipped out of my mouth, slightly bewildering her.

"It's a novel centered around a criminal investigation. I read a scene last night, and it seemed fitting to use the dialogue from it."

"I see. It seems fun."

"It is. With this, maybe you'll develop a liking for reading too, Kamukura-kun."

She invites me to join her in reading with a smile on her face, as if she wants to make another reading buddy.

I've been dragged to the library by her a few times, but I just can't develop a liking for reading.

I always decline, but she never gives up.

"You're really persistent. Instead of me, why don't you find someone else in the class who likes reading and have discussions with them?"

"...There is no one like that. Do you know? The number of people who enjoy reading has significantly decreased in our generation. And it's evident in this class too, as there's no one who enjoys books."

"...Ibuki-san, Ryuen-kun, and Kaneda-kun seem more likely than me."

"Ibuki-san turned me down. I don't have many chances to talk to the other two. But Ibuki-san was a close call. She watches a lot of movies, so we could have discussed movie adaptations of books..."

She started off with a cheerful expression, but as her words trailed off, her face became visibly disappointed.

Dejected, one might say. She lowered her shoulders and looked down.

Her normally fair complexion, which suggests that she doesn't spend much time outdoors, coupled with her low energy, makes me wonder if she's feeling unwell.

I don't have any protective instincts, but I can't help but feel a slight sense of concern.

"...So, this is the thing you mentioned."

To please her, I take out a pack containing sakuramochi from my school bag and hand it to her, playing along with her enthusiasm.

Upon seeing it, her expression, which was somewhat sad before, disappears completely, and she begins to show a delighted expression.

"Is this... sakuramochi made by Kamukura-kun? It looks delicious."

...Looking at her eyes sparkling like a child who just received a new toy, I can't help but feel that she might easily fall victim to scams or bad men in the future.

Well, she's smart, so I want to believe she won't make such mistakes, but there's still that nagging feeling.

"I'll make sure to enjoy this with the members of the tea ceremony club. I'm looking forward to after school."

"It's still morning, you know."

"...Oh, right. Hehe, I can't wait."

I'm glad her mood has improved.

We continue talking, and a considerable amount of time passes.

As a result, other students start arriving.

Among them, I see Ishizaki-kun and Ibuki-san.

Shiina-san takes the pack containing the sakuramochi and returns to her seat.

In her place, Ishizaki-kun, with bandages and gauze stuck to his face, appears in front of me.

"Good morning, Kamukura-san!"

"Good morning, Ishizaki-kun. But as I've said before, there's no need for you to come all the way to my seat just to greet me. It's annoying."

"No! I really respect you, so I want to start with this formal greeting!"

"...I see. Then please lower your voice a bit. You can do as much as you want within that boundary."

"Understood!"

Ishizaki-kun's affinity towards me seems unusually high. Even though we haven't had many conversations, it feels like it has significantly increased compared to before.

Since this is 100% goodwill on his part, that's how it feels.

"By the way, Ishizaki-kun, take out your phone."

"My phone?"

"I'm going to give you some photos just in case. If you ever find yourself cornered by Class D, show them these."

I operate my phone and send him multiple pictures I took of the scene as evidence.

"...These are photos of the place where the incident happened, right? Why are you giving them to me?"

"Think of it as evidence that can help prevent one of the methods Class D might use to win this incident. I'll let you know when it can be useful."

"...So, Kamukura-san is going to help me! With your help, it's like having the strength of a hundred, no, a billion people!"

He coined a new word, and even with his visibly injured face, he laughs happily.

His pure-heartedness is a virtue. ...Although he seems quite foolish.

I wonder if he doesn't know the unit after a billion? That thought crosses my mind.

"Oh, Kamukura. Looks like you're up to something interesting. Let me join too."

"Ryuen-san! Good morning!"

The third visitor of the day came to my seat. Carrying his school bag on his shoulder, he must have just arrived.

Albert is behind him, and when our eyes meet, he politely nods his head. I return the gesture with a nod.

In the midst of such exchanges, Ryuen sits on my desk.

I can see Ibuki-san, who is sitting in front, giving a genuinely displeased look.

"Hey, Ibuki. You're looking good today."

"Spit when you speak, will you?"

"Kukuku, I seem to be disliked as well."

"Just try recalling everything you've done."

"True, it was a fun and wild night yesterday."

"Die."

Ryuen, who is in a state of utter delight, laughs while Ibuki's face contorts with disgust.

There's no need to explain what happened last night.

"So, what did you give to Ishizaki?"

"I gave him photos of the crime scene."

"Huh? Why would you give him something like that? It doesn't seem to have any meaning."

"It does have meaning. You just can't see it, but I can."

"Kuku, you're not holding back. Then tell me what that meaning is."

After pondering for a few seconds, Ryuen, with his arms crossed, smirks.

"I see. I can't think of something like that. It's an insidious method."

...Are you really the one to call it insidious?

I thought that silently, but since he seems to continue his words, I decide to keep quiet.

"But the success rate of that method is low. It's an interesting idea, but if Ishizaki deals with it calmly, it's not a problem. I've already given him instructions for that."

"Yeah, that's right, Kamukura-san. Even if I'm threatened, I can keep quiet without any issues!"

"Yes, that's true. So let's add one more step, shall we? The scorching heat of the Special Building."

Upon hearing my words, Ryuen's eyes widen slightly before he smirks.

"I see. I've checked that place before, but with that sweltering heat, it's impossible to maintain composure and clear thinking. By adding another step on top of that, we can create further turmoil and dominate the atmosphere."

"You certainly understand quickly."

With his fast thinking, he already grasps the full extent of the methods I taught him. Ibuki-san in the front seat seems to have understood the situation to some extent as well.

"But you can endure the heat if you try!"

"Ishizaki-kun, while humans do have a considerable resistance to heat, they are also delicate creatures. Let's say we have a quiz inside a sauna. Can you concentrate on solving the problems?"

"No, I'm not good at quizzes, and especially not in a sauna. I can't concentrate, so there's no way I can solve them."

"The Special Building isn't as hot as a sauna, but it's similar. It's so hot that it significantly impairs both thinking and concentration. As calmness is lost, humans become increasingly cornered by their own anxiety. In that state, they can't engage in their usual thinking process."

With that kind of heat, even I would have slightly disturbed concentration. For any other person, let alone calm thinking, it would be impossible.

"I see. Having the photos of the crime scene in advance prevents them from being fooled by fake cameras and keeps their thinking intact. At the same time, by planting a new lie from Class D, it becomes a move to break them apart."

"Well, Ibuki, you're pretty smart!"

"You're just too stupid."

Ibuki-san didn't mock Ishizaki-kun but rather sighed in exasperation.

"But Kamukura, can you really imagine something like that from Class D? You were the only one who came up with that."

"It's just a possibility. It doesn't hurt to be cautious."

"Hahaha, you really are something else. It's a waste that you're not our enemy."

As I finished speaking, he burst into laughter.

It's good that he's not our enemy; in fact, it would probably be the majority opinion if he were on our side.

But he's still Ryueen Kakeru, after all. He won't say anything boring like that, though.

After he finished laughing, he seemed to have a question and voiced his thoughts in his usual tone.

"But seriously, how did you even think of using a camera? Normally, no one would think of using surveillance cameras, let alone buying one..."

To my surprise, Ibuki-san nodded in agreement with Ryuen-kun's question.

But when she noticed my gaze, she stopped that gesture and stared at me with her usual tsundere expression.

Seeing her like that, I thought about teasing her a little bit, just for fun.

I made an effort to activate my almost non-existent emotions and succeeded.

"When I was on a 'date' with Ibuki-san, I happened to see it."

Of course, this was a lie.

The truth was that around a week after starting school, I thought it might be faster to gather information by hacking into the school's systems, so I went to an electronics store.

"Ooh, a date, huh? Kukuku, even you can't ignore Ibuki, huh?"

Ryuen-kun's quick wit fired off a teasing remark with a smile on his face, perplexing Ibuki-san.

However, Ibuki-san dug her own grave by getting flustered, demonstrating how she becomes less rational when she's worked up.

"That... yesterday wasn't a date!"

Then she proceeds to dig an even deeper hole for herself.

This way, she proves the point that when she gets flustered, she can't think rationally as she normally does.

"I wonder what that 'that' from yesterday was."

"That was shopping, Ryuen-kun. But I didn't think of it as a date..."

Ryuen-kun understands my intentions. He stands up from my desk and positions himself in a way that he can leave at any moment.

"Kuku, I see, I see. So basically, only Ibuki thought of it that way, huh?"

"Y-You!!"

Her boiling point is low, and her face turns bright red as she loudly stands up from her chair.

When people get angry, their field of view narrows.

Today, of all days, the classroom door, which is usually tightly closed, happened to be open, so there was no sound when he entered.

She didn't notice he came in.

"...Are you alright, Ibuki-san?"

Seeing her trying to jump at Ryuen-kun, Sakagami-sensei, who had just entered the classroom, looks at her with a worried expression.

In addition to her narrowed field of view, she didn't hear him entering because of the open door, so she couldn't recognize him.

"...I'm fine. There's no problem."

Trying desperately to suppress her anger, her tone didn't sound fine at all, and Ryuen-kun struggled to hold back his laughter.

"I-Is that so?"

Sakagami-sensei said in confusion, then told everyone to take their seats.

As everyone sat down, Sakagami-sensei started the morning homeroom with the usual greeting.

"Good morning, let's begin the morning homeroom."

With such a mundane greeting, another day of this dull school life began.

Volume 2 - Ch. 6 Genius and Hope

The chime that usually signals the end of school rings out like the sound of war.

Today is the second day of discussions regarding the violent incident... or so it seems.

For the students of Class D, it is undoubtedly an important day that could determine their fate.

Originally, only one day was allocated for the discussions.

However, due to the complete clash of opinions between the two classes, it has led to a retrial.

The student council president, Hokita, made the decision for the retrial.

It appears that the student council is in charge of this incident and holds absolute authority.

If Hokita has made the judgment, it is highly unlikely that any bias would come into play.

The argument from Class C is that they want punishment for Sudou, a student from Class D, who allegedly assaulted them.

On the other hand, Class D claims that Sudou acted in self-defense as he was attacked first by multiple students from Class C. They argue that it was a justified response and request the removal of punishment.

Their arguments are completely opposite. This means that one of the classes is undoubtedly telling a "lie."

There was a one-day extension granted until the retrial, and during that time, the class that has been lying is expected to confess. The true purpose of the extension is for the opposing class to expose the other's lie and present clear evidence within the day.

Here comes the crucial part.

If they manage to provide evidence, the class that has been lying will face a minimum penalty of several weeks of suspension or even expulsion.

With this, Class C has achieved its original goal. They have gained an understanding of the school's intervention, penalties, and the tolerance for violence.

Their goal has been accomplished. Hence, the retrial scheduled for today has lost its significance.

To clarify, it is Class C that has been lying, so all they need to do is confess.

They should stick to their claim of being victims and forcefully push it through.

By now, Class D is probably desperately taking measures to protect the few points they have gained.

However, for the students of Class C, this is just another day in their ordinary lives.

The classroom is filled with the same familiar scenes, unchanged from yesterday. Shiina-san reading her book, Ishizaki-kun greeting loudly, students leaving the classroom briskly to attend club activities, and others chatting with friends as they slowly head home.

It is an uneventful and monotonous daily routine.

The students who consider themselves "victims," led by Ishizaki-kun, have blind trust in Ryuen's instructions, so they have no worries.

I, too, have provided some assistance, so their chances of winning have slightly increased.

But, of course, there are losers as well.

The danger lies in being recorded while having a slip in conversation.

Everything I have done so far has been nothing more than equipping them with tools for assistance. It was not something Ishizaki-kun himself discovered.

If I don't make any slips... No, it doesn't matter anymore.

I can already predict the future beyond that.

Moreover, the original goal has been achieved. And as a bonus, I have gained insights into the student council's movements.

Hooray for that.

I don't care about the aftermath. There's no need to go out of my way to help Ishizaki-kun.

Even if I lose, I won't intervene.

Doing nothing is the optimal solution this time. There's no need to provide the enemy with my information willingly.

Now that the goal has been achieved, I have nothing to do today.

I need to find a way to kill time.

Ibuki-san is not here. She seems to have some personal business.

By the way, her personal business is apparently about looking for a club activity that runs late.

I heard this from Shiina-san while mainly observing the cooking-related activities.

Perhaps her previous experience in confectionery-making influenced her decision.

If that's the case, it's quite unexpected to see such a cute side to her, despite her usual tsundere personality.

Speaking of which, the sakuramochi I gave to the tea ceremony club was highly praised.

All the members were extremely satisfied, and thanks to the sakuramochi, Shiina-san has become closer to her senpai.

There was no visible excitement in her physical movements, but I could tell from her expressions that she was extremely happy.

However, there was a problem.

The problem was that there was one sakuramochi left after distributing one per member.

It seems that the calm individuals in the tea ceremony club transformed into completely different characters, like werewolves under the full moon, and fought over the remaining sakuramochi, causing quite a commotion.

In the end, they resorted to a full-powered game of rock-paper-scissors.

They asked me to make more sakuramochi by paying additional points, but I don't feel like going through the trouble.

I told them that I might make more if I feel like it, just so as not to make Shiina-san sad.

...Since this time it's not a lie, there shouldn't be any bugs in my super high school-level luck like last time.

As I prepare to go home, a man who also despises boredom approaches me.

Behind him, as always, is his bodyguard.

"Hey, looking down in the dumps, aren't you?"

"I'm just wearing my usual expression."

The one who approached me is Ryuuen Kakeru, the king of Class C, who doesn't try to use me. His bodyguard and the person responsible for Class C's rough tasks, Albert, are with him as usual.

"So, what do you want from me? I assume you didn't come here just to chat?"

"Yeah... I'm thinking of throwing a party tonight and I came to invite you."

"...Another celebration?"

He gives me a meaningful smile and continues speaking.

"Heheh, well, it's pretty much the same thing. This time, the purpose is simply to understand the personalities of our pawns a bit better. Hey... Kamukura. I'm confident that there will be a school event related to points in the near future, maybe even during summer vacation. A point transfer significant enough to cause class reorganization. Such a thing is bound to happen. Otherwise, there's no way classes with a fundamental difference in academic ability will ever change. ...I thought that the final adjustment of that event would be necessary, and I thought it would be interesting to include you this time."

"Do you expect me to go to such a place?"

"Aren't you free anyway?... Besides, I'll personally show you what entertainment really is."

"...Even if I were to spend time with you today, it would only lead to an awkward atmosphere. I don't feel the need to go."

"...Tch, you really are a troublesome guy. You won't know what entertainment is until you try it yourself, regardless of how godlike your predictions may be. But in reality--"

I can see a hint of irritation in his expression, and I realize that his lecture-like conversation is likely to drag on.

Certainly, I have nothing to do, but I have no intention of listening to pointless lectures.

If I ignore him, will he eventually go somewhere else?... He doesn't seem likely to.

I lift my school bag and respond in a calm voice.

"...I suppose I have no choice."

"Alright, I'm starting to get used to how to handle you."

"...You've grown, haven't you?"

"Don't kid yourself. You're already regressing just by not resorting to violence."

Putting an end to our slightly intense banter, I attempt to leave for home, heading towards the classroom door.

However...

"Why are you following me?"

"Kukuku, do you think there are fools who would catch a fish with great effort and then leave it unattended?"

"I can just join you later, right? There's no need to walk together."

"You heartless bastard."

Since he's going to follow no matter what I say, I give up on shooing him away and start walking out of the classroom.

Of course, Albert follows along as well.

After a few steps, I notice something unusual about Ryuuen's behavior. It's something that appears to be forcing his way... Why is he being forceful towards me, of all people?

I slow down my pace and make a deduction from his attitude.

"Hmm... are you 'monitoring' me?"

"What's wrong? Have you finally become a real weirdo?"

"No, you following me isn't because you want to walk and play with me. It's to prevent me from going to those three people..."

"...Tch, you got it, Seaweed."

Looking at Ryuuen-kun's displeased face, I can't help but feel like I'm talking to Ibuki-san.

Once again, I realize how similar they are.

"Don't you want to use me that much?"

"You're my trump card. A trump card is not something you show off from the beginning of a battle."

"You're too fixated."

"Aren't you supposed to follow my lead?"

"...I did say that at that time."

Until he becomes a boring person, I will follow him.

This is my amusement, my own decision.

It doesn't feel good to easily retract what I said.

"Tch, making me go through the trouble."

With his muttered words, our small talk ends, and we resume walking at a normal pace.

As we continue walking, I notice a group of people in the schoolyard that catches my attention through the window.

I stop and peer outside through one of the windows lining the corridor.

Outside the window, I see a group that appears to be the soccer club doing warm-up exercises.

"Ah?... Isn't that the nouveau riche guy from back then?"

Ryuuen-kun and I recognize the blond-haired guy who is leading them.

We met him before, in front of the student council room.

His name was Nagumo, and it seems he is both in the student council and the soccer club.

The expressions of those around him show no signs of abnormality. They chat and enjoy their stretching exercises, then start running.

After that, they take a short break.

A girl, presumably the manager, prepares water and brings it to them.

From what I can see, it appears to be a normal club activity.

However, something unusual happens.

All the managers rush to Nagumo's side, each bringing him water first.

It seems he is quite popular.

He has a good-looking face, is well-liked, and probably quite skilled in sports.

He seems like a versatile and talented person. I am genuinely impressed by his abilities.

"Heh, are you jealous?"

"No, he's a boring person, but I acknowledge his skills."

"He's not as enjoyable as the damn serious student council president."

"Well, who knows?"

Since there was nothing else of interest, we shift our focus back and continue walking at a leisurely pace.

We manage to kill about 10 minutes, but the situation remains unchanged, and it's still boring.

As we continue walking, we suddenly find ourselves near the shoe lockers.

There, I notice something slightly strange—there are no other students in sight.

Perhaps because there was some time for chatting and observing earlier, the usual time for students to go home is slightly delayed.

It seems that there are very few people around at this time.

However, it's fortunate that we don't get swallowed up in the wave of students going home, but for me right now, there's nothing more boring than silence.

"Mmm... it's boring."

A slightly louder mutter escapes my lips.

Since there is no other sound present, the noise reverberates more than I expected.

"...If you had that much power, you wouldn't be bored, right?"

"Isn't everything going your way boring?"

"Well, not everything goes my way. I understand that if things are too easy, they become boring."

He says in a nostalgic tone.

He is probably reflecting on how many failures he has faced and overcome.

Some things were easily conquered without any failures, which led to this statement.

Despite his appearance as a delinquent, he is a cautious person.

He plans everything before taking action. Rather than devising countermeasures after moving, he anticipates them in advance.

That's why he fails when unexpected events occur—attacks from outside his field of vision.

That's when he loses.

Of course, this applies not only to him but to everyone. It's inevitable.

However, Ryuuen Kakeru is a little different. His true essence is revealed after defeat.

No matter how many times he loses, he rises up like an invincible zombie and eventually clings to the enemy's feet.

I can imagine him doing that.

That's his indomitable fighting spirit.

What you don't understand always comes from the unexpected.

That's what happens even in everyday life.

Yes, that's what sudden events are all about.

Therefore, an unpredictable future is... interesting.

Just as I think that, a high-pitched noise, as if something was being poked, reaches my ears from behind.

" If you're bored, why don't you play with me?... Kamukura Izuru-kun."

Following the high-pitched noise, a woman's voice is heard.

A familiar voice echoes in this space.

It's a high and smooth voice without any flaws. Yet, there's something alluring about it.

The presence I sense from behind is one.

Apparently, her lackeys from before are not with her.

For the first time in a while, I feel fortunate for my Super High School Level Luck.

With her, I can alleviate my boredom, even if just a little.

After a few seconds of contemplation, I finally turn around.

Sakayanagi Arisu was smiling joyfully.

...

"Heh, good for you, Kamukura. You've been requested."

"It seems so."

First, I analyze her.

Her pure white skin, like the blooming summer grass, is beautiful, healthy, and radiates a dazzling glow.

However, something is missing.

I can't sense that atmosphere from back then.

"But Kamukura, do you understand? After this..."

"...It's no longer possible. I believe it would be more meaningful for me to talk to her than to waste time with your pawns."

"...You're really going after everyone, from Ibuki and Hiyori to Sakayanagi's ass."

"It's different. I'm simply interested in her."

"It's no different at all."

Upon hearing my words, he sighs as if exasperated.

Just to clarify, I have no ulterior motives.

"...Well, as long as you don't interfere with 'that,' I don't care what you do."

It seems Ryuuen-kun is accommodating my selfishness. He immediately changes his shoes and heads outside.

Albert follows closely behind him, leaving only the two of us here.

The gentle breeze, a mixture of the natural warmth flowing in from the entrance and the artificial coldness overflowing from the air conditioning, brushes through our hair.

Our gaze continues to intersect, fragmentary, through our swaying hair.

"Heh, Kamukura-kun, you're surprisingly good at consideration."

With those words, she slowly leans on her cane and approaches, shortening the distance.

It seems she needs the cane even to walk.

She must have a severe condition. She seems unable to engage in even minor physical activity.

Finally, the distance between her and me is less than one meter.

I look down, and she looks up.

"It's the first time we're having a one-on-one conversation like this. So, let's start with introductions. I'm Sakayanagi Arisu from Class A. Please call me Arisu."

"Kamukura Izuru. You can call me whatever you like."

"Heh, is that so?... Then, I'll call you Izuru-kun. Now, Izuru-kun, please tell me your answer from earlier."

The answer she refers to is about the invitation to play.

There's no reason for me to refuse when I'm so bored.

"I don't mind."

"...Truly, truly, I'm so lucky today. Today will undoubtedly become the most important page in my memory."

She supports her body with the cane in her right hand and lightly touches her blushing cheek with her left hand, smiling happily.

I vaguely feel a resemblance to Nagito Komaeda, but I don't particularly mind.

"...Izuru-kun, do you enjoy playing chess?"

"If you're referring to board game talents in general, I have them all."

"...In that case, would you like to play chess today?... If it's the location you're worried about, there's a club room dedicated to board games and gambling. I have influence there, so they will welcome us. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes."

Eliminating all possible doubts, we connect our conversation as efficiently as possible.

After that, she smiles thinly, satisfied with my answer, and says, "Let me guide you," as she turns her cane and changes direction behind her.

I continue to follow her from behind.

"Sorry, can you adjust your walking speed to match mine?"

After a while, she says so.

We haven't reached the club room yet, but I don't mind.

In fact, I'm grateful that she approached me to talk since I was getting tired of the silence.

"I don't mind."

"Thank you."

She thanks me without looking in my direction.

Although she must be accustomed to this exchange, I'm somewhat impressed that her gratitude is evident in her expression.

"By the way, Izuru-kun, don't you have a discussion about that incident today? I invited you, and yet..."

"I don't have a need to attend, it seems."

"Heh, is that so?"

She genuinely laughs joyfully at our monotonous and uninteresting conversation.

I don't sense any falsehood in her words at the moment.

In short, this seems to be her true intention.

"It seems there are no followers with you today."

"That's because I sent them on an errand. We were supposed to meet later, but we'll have to change the meeting place."

"Quite the treatment."

"I consider them my 'pieces.'"

Pieces, meaning her pawns.

For her, who has a condition, they can be considered essential, indispensable existences.

"I have confidence in how to use my 'pieces.'"

"You certainly do. You possess the talent to match that confidence."

"...Hehe, it seems you also possess the same analytical ability as me. Ah, I'm even more excited about what will happen next."

After saying that, she stops in front of a certain door.

"We're here, but please wait a moment."

Rather than holding it in her hand, she retrieves her phone from her school bag, which is adjusted to hang on her shoulder, and starts typing something.

It must be a message to her followers, informing them of the change in the meeting place.

While she finishes her message, I quietly contemplate something I had been thinking about along the way.

It's whether or not I should carry her bag.

As her physical condition clearly shows, she has an illness.

Should I show consideration for her, who finds it difficult even to walk?

If I do so, would that be following "emotion" correctly? That's what I'm pondering.

The conclusion is needless to say. I realized we had arrived at our destination, so I couldn't do it.

If Ibuki-san were here, she would undoubtedly call me a wimp.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Having finished typing, she presses a button to darken her phone's screen and returns it to her school bag, then stands in front of the door.

However, right after that, my phone rings.

I know who the caller is.

So, I let out a sigh, unable to help it when my predicted future has become a reality.

"Aren't you going to answer?"

"...There's no need for me to answer."

To tell the truth, whether it was right or not, I wouldn't have minded getting involved in that phone call related to the incident. However, I held back because I had made a promise with Ryuuen-kun.

"That call is probably about the incident, right? Well, it doesn't matter."

"You seem excited."

"Yes. Even enduring it seems very enjoyable now when I think about what comes next."

Sakayanagi-san knocked on the door twice without waiting for a response, then opened it and confidently entered the clubroom. I followed after her.

"...Hello, Sakayanagi-san. Are you planning to steal points from us again today?"

The first voice came from a girl with short black hair, who had an unconventional appearance with her blazer and tie removed and the first button of her uniform unbuttoned. She had distinctive white skin and a well-endowed chest, and even when sitting, her slender and tall figure fit surprisingly well in this unsanitary place filled with the smell of various drinks.

However, from her voice and words, it was clear that she radiated negative emotions.

Honestly, why would she say she's welcoming us? That's what I thought, and by looking at Sakayanagi-san's expression, it was clear that she was conveying her intentions.

"She's annoyed, isn't she? That's the kind of expression she has."

"Heh, please welcome us a little more, Club President. Also, I just want to use this place for a while."

There were about ten students in the clubroom. Among them, there were no freshmen faces. Probably all of them were second and third-year students, as this was a club activity specialized in board games and gambling.

The girl Sakayanagi-san referred to as the club president showed stronger aversion than before. Not only her, but the other students in this room didn't have pleasant expressions either. The reason for this lack of welcoming atmosphere seemed to be related to the club president's words about "stealing points."

From these words and the atmosphere, there was only one conclusion.

"So, he's the 'victim' this time. Did you dispose of the girl with purple hair you brought before?"

"You mean Masumi-san. I didn't dispose of her, but I ended up bullying her too much."

She lightly laughed, teasing the club president. Her way of speaking was provocative, and her smile was different from the smile she had shown me earlier.

"This guy is the victim, you say?"

"...I'm sure he is."

The club president tried to read me with her gaze, but her intentions were interrupted by Sakayanagi-san's next words.

"That's why, please lend me a complete set of chess. Oh, and if necessary, you can watch nearby. It might be a precious game where you can witness my 'defeat.'"

"...Are you kidding? You're talking about betting?"

"Shall we bet then?"

"No... I don't want to lose any more points."

Survival of the fittest, is that how it works in this place where the strongest in board games reigns? Sakayanagi-san had probably played multiple games with them, including chess, gambling large amounts of points. In short, she was disrupting their club.

And she won all of the games, taking their points.

That's what the club president meant by "stealing points." From this, I estimated that Sakayanagi-san had at least 3 million points, if not more.

"You're cruel!"

She laughed at the club president's disbelief. Her behavior seemed sadistic.

However, it was true that simply playing board games was boring. In that case, there's a predictable and boring outcome where I win all the time.

To consider her limits a little, wouldn't it be interesting to provide her with something?

"Well, Club President, would you be interested in betting on my behalf?"

As I said that, Sakayanagi-san showed a delighted smile, as if she had been waiting for those words.

"Yes, that's right, isn't it, Izuru-kun? Just playing is... boring."

She shivered her body, making her heart dance.

From another perspective, it could be seen as an eerie smile containing something close to madness. It had a different aura from any of the smiles she had shown me today.

Yes, I wanted to see that smile.

If it was Sakayanagi Arisu now, I could use all of my Super High School Level talents that would be useful.

...I think it's acceptable to use them.

"...Alright, I understand... I'll pay."

Desperately, the club president said so and showed us the screen with the prepared one million points. The other club members approached us as soon as they realized the bet had been made. In no time, a gambling venue was created.

With a skillful hand, I arranged the pieces on the chessboard and completed the preparations.

"Well then, shall we begin?"

With a sweet and alluring voice that evoked thoughts of a night visit, an otherworldly match started.

Volume 2 - Ch. 7 The End of the Battle

The time was past 3:40. The special building, which had reached the end of the school day, was hotter than usual.

According to the plan, the person we were waiting for should be arriving soon.

Speaking of the plan, I omitted too many details. Let me explain.

The discussion between Class C and Class D, which took place yesterday, extended for a long time.

Our opinions were completely opposite, and we reached a deadlock no matter how far we went.

Therefore, during the extension of a whole day, the student council president, who was the moderator of this discussion, told one of the classes to confess to the lie. And thus, the first discussion came to an end.

Now, it's after school, just before the second discussion takes place.

We, Class D, have prepared a plan to secure our complete innocence in this battle within one day.

"According to the plan" means that the plan is progressing smoothly.

Of course, I'm not the one who came up with this plan. It was Horikita who devised countermeasures for this seemingly impossible violent incident.

And its content... Oops, I shouldn't be spreading rumors. Three guys from the trio approached, complaining about the heat.

There was a somewhat optimistic and happy expression on their faces.

Why are they so happy?

It's because they received an invitation email from our class idol, Kushida. They might have been dreaming of a cute girl's invitation, like a date or maybe even a confession.

However, what awaited them in the sweltering special building was a plain-looking guy who could compete for the title of the most ordinary guy in our class... It's a bit sad to say that myself.

Their fantasy was shattered when they discovered an irrelevant guy named Kiyotaka Ayanokouji.

"...What's going on? Why are you here?"

It seems they remembered our encounter in the student council room. The leader, Ishizaki, stepped forward and confronted us in an intimidating manner.

During yesterday's discussion, he acted meekly, playing the victim, and remained silent in his responses. But now, in the absence of any onlookers, he's become more aggressive.

"Kushida won't come here. That was a lie. I asked her to send the email forcibly."

Ishizaki showed an overtly displeased expression and put his hands in his pockets as he closed the distance between us.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? What's with this act?"

"We had to do this to get your attention, didn't we? We wanted to have a discussion."

"A discussion? Do we really need that? Has the heat fried your brains or something?"

Ishizaki grabbed his shirt at the chest and fanned himself, looking genuinely uncomfortable.

"I'm somewhat impressed that you guys are taking action for the sake of that violent maniac, Sudo, but give up. We were called out by Sudo and got beaten up. That's the truth, the answer."

"I don't plan on discussing that. We didn't lie. We're the victims. Why are you saying such things?"

"Hah, you guys are persistent troublemakers until the end. Are you planning to kidnap us and make us not participate? Do you intend to use violence just like Sudo? Haha, as expected of the underachieving Class D, your way of thinking is the same."

Ishizaki laughed with a smirk, and the other two clenched their fists, as if they welcomed the situation rather than being threatened.

It seems that their kind of intimidation doesn't work on them. On the contrary, they seem to be pleased.

"It's better if you give up and accept the consequences."

Realizing that Kushida is not here, they start to turn back to where they came from.

However, another collaborator obstructs their path.

"It would be better to give up, don't you think?"

Ichinose, who was waiting for all the actors to gather, appears lightly on the scene.

Ichinose Honami is a student from Class B.

Why is a student from Class B, who has no relation to this incident, here?

It's because she heard about this despicable and cowardly act of violence and, as a fellow student, crossed the boundary of classes to help us.

In a normal school, that wouldn't be surprising, but in this school where classes compete for points, it's rare for one class to offer so much help to another.

Her kindness shines through.

"I-Ichinose!? Why are you here?"

The three of them show surprise. It's natural for someone from Class B, who has nothing to do with this incident, to appear.

"Why am I here? Shall I say that I'm involved in this case too? Because I am."

"You're quite famous, Ichinose."

"Hahaha. I've had a few encounters with Class C, you know."

It seems like they have been clashing in ways that we don't know about.

The appearance of Ichinose clearly unsettles the members of Class C.

"I understand that Class B has no direct involvement in this case, but you should stay out of it..."

"That's true, but don't you think it's terrible to involve a large number of people with lies? Even if Class B has no relation to this incident."

"Are you saying we're lying? We're the victims here. Why are you saying such things?"

"Hey, the villains are quite stubborn until the end. It's about time to pay your dues!"

Trying to fend off Ichinose, Kondo, with an obviously weak attitude, is met with her sudden wide gesture as she declares:

"In this incident, I see through all of your lies and the fact that you were the first to resort to violence. If you don't want it to be brought into the light, you should withdraw your accusations immediately."

I feel like Ichinose will explain everything without me having to say a word.

"What are you talking about, Ichinose? Have you gone crazy from the heat? It was Sudo who started the fight. What part of our testimonies is a lie?"

"Do you know that this school is one of the top schools in Japan and recognized by the government?"

"...What does that have to do with anything?"

"If that's the case, you should think a little more. Your plan was transparent from the beginning, you know?"

As Ichinose becomes more and more talkative, she shows a joyful smile.

She walks around them, connecting her words.

Right now, she looks like a brilliant detective exposing the true culprits.

"The school's response to this incident, after they found out about it, wasn't it quite strange?"

"Huh?"

"When you reported it to the school, why wasn't Sudo immediately punished? Why were you given a few days to make amends? Why do you think that is?"

"Maybe because Sudo begged for mercy? That's why they gave him a formal chance to make amends. That's all."

"Do you really believe that? Maybe there was another intention behind it."

The corridor, which had its windows closed, became even hotter as it was illuminated by the high sun.

"...It seems like you've truly lost your mind from the heat, Ichinose. I have no intention of entertaining your nonsense. It's time for us to leave. Let us go."

"I'm fine with that. But you'll probably regret it later, you know?"

"What the hell are you talking about, Ichinose?"

The three turned back to leave, but Ichinose's words made them stop in their tracks.

"Don't you understand? The school knows that Class C has been lying. From the very beginning."

A few seconds of silence filled the special building. It must have been a surprising statement for the three.

They exchanged looks, showing faces that couldn't comprehend what she was saying.

"Don't make me laugh. What do you mean the school knows from the beginning? If that were true, then you should be able to prove your innocence without doing anything. There's no need for you to tell us."

Among the three, only Ishizaki, despite sweating from his forehead, calmly responded to Ichinose's words.

"Haha, it's impressive for Class D to have involved Ichinose. But even if you lie like that, it's meaningless. Sudo isn't worth going to such lengths to help."

"It's not for you to decide Sudo's worth."

Ichinose replied with a hint of anger in her voice. Her words seemed to have hit a nerve with her.

"...You're quite bold, Ichinose. Are you being defiant?"

"Not at all. I'm confident because I have concrete evidence on my side."

Ichinose continued without flinching at Ishizaki's words.

"Then show us that evidence you're talking about."

All three of them believed that there couldn't possibly be any evidence. There was no sign of agitation or impatience.

However, the moment they took the bait, their defeat was sealed.

"Can't you see it over there?"

Ichinose directed her gaze towards the ceiling area a little further down the corridor.

The three followed her gaze after a slight delay.

"Eh...?"

Their surprised voices overlapped.

Cameras occasionally swiveled their heads from side to side, as if monitoring every corner of the corridor in the special building.

"That won't work. If you're going to trap someone, you should do it where there are no cameras."

"W-Why are there cameras here?! There shouldn't be any surveillance cameras in this corridor! Isn't that right!?"

"Y-Yeah, that's right! There must be some mistake! W-We checked... This can't be... I see! It was you, Ichinose! You set this up!"

The two students became agitated and shouted at Ichinose, who was showing a composed smile. The plan was going as expected.

However, I couldn't find relief in witnessing it. Well, it's not that I'm completely relieved because victory is already assured... it's just that I have a bad feeling about Ishizaki, who has remained calm and seemed to have given up since earlier. It gives me an eerie intuition.

Unfortunately, that intuition would turn out to be correct.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, Ishizaki burst into laughter, his voice echoing throughout the sweltering special building.

"...What's so funny, Ishizaki-kun? Why are you suddenly laughing?"

"Oh, sorry about that. Your acting is just too amusing. Hahaha, it's a masterpiece."

"Hey, what the hell is going on, Ishizaki? Explain it so we can understand too!"

Ishizaki took out a mobile device from his pocket and showed us a certain screen that he had opened, wearing a smug smile on his face.

"Hey, Ichinose, can you see this? These are photos of the scene after the incident. Isn't it strange? There are no surveillance cameras that you mentioned anywhere in these photos, right?"

Alternating between the photos and the actual scene, Ishizaki explained with a smile.

"I don't think I need to say what this means, right?"

"S-So you were the ones who set up those cameras after all! You bastards, you're playing around!"

Ichinose bit her lip and showed a frustrated expression as she saw it. But it only lasted for a moment as she tried to create an opportunity for a counterattack.

However, the limitations imposed by the heat were not exclusive to the members of Class C. It affected me, who was remaining calm throughout, as well.

And Ichinose, who was smarter than me, was no exception.

When one is in a state of panic, the heat and anxiety dull one's thinking. The opportunity for a counterattack cannot be found.

"Why now? How conveniently you can produce those crime scene photos. Did you anticipate this outcome?"

The words I squeezed out were completely unrelated. Ishizaki proudly responded with a smug expression.

"Yeah, that's right. That person... said something like this. Even though Class D was the one who suffered the damage, they will use this method to secure their innocence. If that happens, That person said to use these photos."

That person.

From Ishizaki's words, I inferred who that person could be. I had no information, but for some reason, I arrived at a single person.

"So, that person gave you those photos... I see."

"Yeah. It's unfortunate, Ichinose. You really can't defeat that person. You were just being toyed with all along."

Confident in their victory, Ishizaki and the others smiled without hesitation.

"You guys don't seem scared, which means it's not Ryuen-kun... Class A is not involved in this incident, so it's impossible. That means there's only one person in Class C who is respected by them... By process of elimination."

Mumbling to myself, I saw Ichinose drenched in sweat as she accelerated her thinking process. She was getting closer to the right answer.

"Hey, what's wrong, Ichinose? Did you break do"

"...Could it be Kamukura-kun?"

"!?!"

"...That surprised reaction confirms it, I guess. Well, knowing who it is wouldn't make a difference anyway."

Ichinose's voice sounded resigned. It seemed she had realized she was at a disadvantage.

And my guess was correct. It seemed that the long-haired man had made a move.

He can't be underestimated.

I am convinced that he will become a significant obstacle for Class D in the future.

But Kamukura Izuru, you were careless.

If you had intended to win, you should have been here in person.

"So, it's meaningless... Hey, Ichinose, we're going to inform the Student Council President that we've installed fake surveillance cameras... What do you think will happen in that case?"

Ichinose remained silent.

Well, there's no choice. Let's pass the baton.

"If you can't answer, let me tell you! It's because the ones who set it up are"

"...Is there a possibility of being punished?"

"...Huh?"

I interrupted Ishizaki, who had become unusually talkative, with these words.

"Unfortunately, Ishizaki, that's not the case. After all, our 'lies' were used as a means to expose the truth. While it may not be praiseworthy, this 'lie' can be recognized as one of the methods."

"What the hell are you talking about? Where's the evidence for that, huh? We haven't done anything wrong. The ones who committed wrongdoing are the biggest defect in Class D, Sudo. The method you prepared is the worst means to frame us, the innocent. How can you say that would be accepted? Don't you think the same?"

Ishizaki sought agreement from the two. Naturally, both of them immediately agreed and responded.

"What you're saying sounds correct, but it only stands under the assumption that you haven't committed any wrongdoing... And that assumption is false. So, your opinion is incorrect."

"...Sorry, but I don't have time to entertain your nonsense. We'll be late for sure."

Once again, Ishizaki and the others tried to head towards the Student Council room.

But before that, I showed them a screen just like Ishizaki had shown me with the crime scene photos.

"!?... It's on recording mode? What does that mean?"

"W-Why are there cameras here?! There shouldn't be any surveillance cameras in this corridor! Isn't that right?!"

"Y-Yeah, that's right! We checked... This can't be... I see! It was you, Ichinose!"

I quickly manipulated my phone and let them hear a decisive part of the recording.

"There shouldn't have been any surveillance cameras, we checked. So, what does this mean? Tell me, Komiya, Kondo."

"...That means"

"Ishizaki, I'm not asking you. I'm asking these two."

I once again interrupted Ishizaki's words and asserted myself with a hint of intimidation.

Ishizaki showed a moment of confusion but seemed like he was about to continue speaking, so I quickly demanded answers from the other two.

"So, what's the answer, Komiya, Kondo?"

"W-We didn't say anything like that, it's nonsense!"

"No, I recorded it, so that's not true."

They were already in a state of panic and had become rats in a sack. It was just a formality.

Remaining silent or making excuses, it was all futile.

The special building was a place that was rarely used in everyday life and had hardly any surveillance cameras.

There wasn't even air conditioning. That's why it was so hot.

Is there any reason to confirm the position of surveillance cameras in such a place?

If there is, it would be to do something suspicious there.

That's the extent of what my feeble brain can come up with.

However, a violent incident did occur in such a place.

Who would believe such a convenient story? Almost everyone would suspect foul play.

"Ayanokouji-kun, that's amazing. You even prepared a recording."

"...That was also Horikita's instruction. We were told not to let our guard down until the end and to record it."

"...I see, as expected of Horikita-san. Well, this is quite troublesome."

After a short silence, Ichinose regained her composure and said to me.

"Oh, Ishizaki-kun! Who are you trying to call?"

"!?"

Taking advantage of the moment when Ichinose and I were talking, Ishizaki quickly moved his mobile phone and held it against his ear.

"If you hand it over, then... I won't get you guys expelled."

Ishizaki's phone rang once.

"..."

Twice.

"In that case, I have no choice but to give this recording to the Student Council President."

Three times.

"...W-Wait!"

Four times.

"Then you know what to do, right?"

Five times.

"Fine, fine! I'll hand it over, I'll hand it over!"

Completely shaken and with his thoughts in disarray, Ishizaki even handed his own weapon to Ichinose.

This was as good as surrender.

Ichinose's slender and beautiful hand held Ishizaki's phone.

On the LCD screen, the name of the person she had guessed earlier, Kamukura Izuru, was written.

However, even after so many calls, the person didn't answer the phone.

Either that person couldn't answer due to an emergency, or that person abandoned him.

Well, it didn't matter either way.

Ichinose finally refused to answer the call.

"Now, Ishizaki-kun. What are you going to do?"

"...Damn it..."

Ishizaki bit his lip in frustration.

"Hey, Ishizaki. If that recording is submitted, we might get suspended or worst-case scenario, expelled. Hey, let's give up, okay?"

"Kondo, we've told such a massive lie. It's not the worst-case scenario. The three of you will definitely get expelled."

I fired the final bullet, digging into his heart.

"Ugh, ugh... Hey, Ishizaki! Please! We messed up, so please try to... g-gain mercy from that person..."

...His voice was trembling, filled with fear?

These guys didn't show any signs of fear towards Kamukura Izuru before.

If anything, they respected him.

But their attitude had changed drastically. Could it be that person isn't him?

No, maybe someone other than him has power and controls them with fear.

"...Ichinose... We... we withdraw our accusation."

"That's settled then."

Ichinose informed the three of them with a serious tone.

There are still some things that don't make sense, but for now, the incident has come to a close.

We made preparations to take the three of them to the Student Council room.

We had to do this, or else they might contact someone again, just like before.

Surprisingly, they were calm now.

"Well, we were certainly caught off guard,"

"Yeah... Horikita's unexpected plan... And Kamukura had taken measures against students like us."

"That's right. Honestly, I didn't expect him to get involved in this incident since he's usually passive... But I underestimated the situation."

Ichinose had a pessimistic look on her face.

Don't make that kind of face.

I couldn't offer her comforting words like Hirata Yousuke, who is like the prince of Class D. So, I said that to myself in my mind.

During the journey to the Student Council room, I engaged in casual small talk with Ichinose.

As expected, she felt responsible for the parts she wasn't satisfied with, so I tried to lighten the burden a little... or so I intended.

And at the same time, I had this thought.

Kamukura Izuru is indeed an unknown enemy.

The person who dominates Class C with fear is also a troublesome opponent.

But we won.

We won this conflict.

I was the one who emerged victorious in the end.

So, it's all good.

I reset my mind that was filled with doubts and unease as if tricking myself.

Once I cleared my mind, or rather, returned it to its original state of clarity, I regained my composure.

We arrived at the Student Council room and successfully secured Sudo's innocence.

I'm having fun.

No other emotions, sensations, can be felt right now.

An "equal," "pure," and "purely competitive" match against a superior opponent.

With every move, I can't help but feel a surge of dopamine flooding my brain.

Sometimes I make moves in a matter of seconds, other times I ponder for a while.

But the long-haired genius I'm facing moves his pieces with just a few seconds of thought.

To an observer, it might seem like he's moving his pieces haphazardly, but I can feel myself being cornered moment by moment, yet undeniably.

But the defeat isn't sealed yet.

To turn the tables from here, I need to think faster and sharper than ever before in my life, up until this very moment.

I finish my 38th move after using my allotted time to think thoroughly.

However, even the move I deemed most optimal in this situation is swiftly countered within seconds.

The two letters of defeat slowly start appearing in my field of vision.

"Ah."

An impolite laugh escapes me unintentionally.

Ah, I have never been more grateful to my father for enrolling me in this school.

This is the real deal. A genuine genius who won't allow anyone to surpass him.

But I won't give up.

There's still a chance, a move that can reverse the situation. I can make it happen.

While chess involves a certain degree of psychological warfare, I can't expect that with him.

He truly is like a machine. But he's not a perfect machine.

There may not be a sense of superiority or impatience, but that doesn't mean there are no emotions.

Sometimes, albeit faintly and momentarily, the corners of his mouth lift.

There is a move for a comeback. And my chess skills are not so low that I can't recognize it.

"...How about this, then?"

With confidence, I make a move that aims for a reversal.

I look directly into his eyes, awaiting his response.

"...I see. So you're forcing me to think deeply."

His first words uttered since the start of the match.

His expression as he says those words my heart can't help but feel an indescribable excitement.

There's something that can't be conveyed through words, a relentless impulse akin to desire, and it only intensifies.

After his first period of deep contemplation, he exhausts his time and finally makes a move.

"That was fun, Arisu Sakayanagi. Playing with you was not just a pastime."

The distinct sound that chess makes echoes as he declares his victory.

The people around us begin to stir.

After all, this move didn't put his king in check.

It was just an ordinary move. It seemed like a move to solidify the position.

But I didn't see it that way.

It was the best and greatest move.

Despite anticipating every possible move, none of them were reflected in that move.

With a single move, my chance for a comeback was crushed, and eight moves later, my certain defeat was prepared.

"Resign."

With frustration, I declare my surrender in a clear voice and flick my king with my finger.

"Ugh, it can't be true."

A voice that conveys an inability to accept the reality in front of the Club President echoes in the club room.

"It's not a lie, President. It's my complete defeat."

"What in the world is going on?"

"Not 'what in the world,' President, it's Kamukura Izuru-kun."

"I didn't ask for a name."

The President's frustration is understandable.

And he truly embodies those words.

"Now, President, please show me your phone."

"...Fine."

With those words, I swiftly operate my phone and transfer one million points to the President.

It may seem like a significant blow, but I still have seven digits worth of points on my device, so there's no problem there.

"This is about 30% of what I took from you. I'm returning it."

"...You really make me mad."

"Thank you."

"I'm not complimenting you."

We finish our casual conversation with the President.

Afterward, the other club members apart from the President leave.

And finally, I speak to him.

"Izuru-kun, it's your victory."

I extend my hand towards him, seeking a handshake.

He notices it and without showing any resistance, he clasps my hand.

His hand is big, beautiful, and yet cold.

I can't help but think that this is how it feels after finishing intense physical exercise, while also pondering that I want to hold his cold hand forever.

It was a gripping match, causing my hands to sweat. As I realized that, I felt a slight blush on my cheeks due to embarrassment while trying to let go to not dirty his hand.

From an outsider's perspective, it might seem like a young girl who is happy and embarrassed to shake hands with him, and I'm aware that it's exactly what it looks like.

It's truly regrettable, but I loosen my grip on his hand.

However, my hand didn't let go.

Because he was still holding onto my small hand.

"Um, Izuru-kun? Can you let go now...?"

"...I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"No, I'm not uncomfortable, and there's no need to worry about it."

That's what I said, but in reality, I was embarrassed.

It's my first time holding the hand of a man other than my father, so my heart was beating faster with nervousness.

He releases my hand and looks at his palm.

"...Did you dislike shaking hands with me after all?"

"That's not the case."

"...Then, what's the matter?"

I wait for his next words while adjusting my heartbeat that gradually returns to normal.

"Your hand is very warm."

What does he mean by that? I wanted to ask, but his expression made me speechless.

Ah, I see. You're just like him...

Realizing something, I put on a smile to hide my agitation.

"...Haha, I see... But Izuru-kun, you're the winner. Let's make a promise. I want you to give me an order."

"That's right."

"Just to reiterate, I'm willing to accept any order except for my life. Information about all the classes, including Class A, requests for additional points, my own body, and so on. If necessary, I can even put it in writing. I won't lie."

As I lost in the "equal" match, there must be a significant risk involved.

This is the world of competition. That's why I don't intend to hold any grudges against him, no matter what order he gives.

What I resent is my own weakness.

"...Well, as a man, decide quickly. We need to close up soon."

"Alright. Then let's decide quickly."

"...I'm telling you, even so..."

"Then, the order I'm giving you is"

His sharp gaze directed at me pierces through him.

"Your..."

...Ah, it's a bit happy, but also a little sad.

So he's also a young man. That age, I see...

The President's eyes become even sharper.

"...Contact information,"

"Eh?"

Taken aback by the unexpected words, I let out a foolish voice.

"You're a coward."

"...This seems like an appropriate judgment,"

I turn red as I realize I had silly expectations, but there was no reason for it.

"Izuru-kun, that doesn't fulfill the condition of 'equality.' There's no risk for me."

"You're the loser. It's only reasonable for you to obey any order. I won't tolerate any backtalk."

"...But, it's just..."

"Then consider the risk I give you as humiliation. You're still nothing more than a barking puppy at my feet. And from such a lowly existence, I don't need information or points... Moreover, you call me a true genius, but do you think I'm incapable of such things?"

When I proposed this idea, I didn't have such thoughts in mind. It was just an impulse to want to play chess as soon as possible.

But if I think about it, it's true.

What I can do, he can probably do as well.

"...Alright. I'll accept your order."

"That's settled then."

We exchange contact information by operating our phones.

He stands up from his chair.

I also lean on my cane and follow him slowly.

Conveniently, the clubroom door opens.

"...There you are."

A girl with beautiful purple hair looks at me and speaks.

"Good timing, Masumi-san."

"Oh, really."

She replies with her usual cold and indifferent attitude.

I hand her my school bag as she approaches.

"Izuru-kun,"

I call his name once again.

He turns around immediately and looks at my face.

"This time, I lost, but next time, I will win. So, would you like to play again sometime?"

"If you can entertain me, anytime is fine."

"Haha, I'm also growing day by day. The next time we play, I'll be even stronger than this time."

"Let's look forward to it."

With his long hair swaying, he passes by me.

His voice remains vivid in my ears, playing over and over again.

I lean on my cane and follow behind him.

Matching our footsteps, I quickly catch up to his side.

"By the way, Izuru-kun, why didn't you choose my body? Did I lack appeal?"

"It just didn't justify the one million points."

"Oh, that's good to hear."

"...Huh? What are they talking about?"

As we leave the clubroom and head home, Masumi-san, who can't keep up with the conversation, is left behind. Let's enjoy the conversation with him.

At first, I was merely interested in him due to my own uncontrollable curiosity and instincts.

But today, my purpose has changed.

Instead of seeing myself reflected in his eyes, I want to become an equal presence, standing by his side.

And from there, I want to teach him the warmth of a person.

Even without talent, the warmth that can be known.

So, first of all... let's become friends, shall we?

Haha, it seems like there's a long way to go.

The intimacy between geniuses has increased for both of them!

Interlude 2 - A Special Day for Ibuki Mio

Birthday.

It's an annual event that marks the day a person was born in the real world, a necessary requirement once a year. Some people are surrounded by many others and celebrate with joy, while others spend it like any other normal day. I, of course, belong to the latter group.

But I do admire the former.

Since I have few friends, I can't experience the excitement that those popular people radiate, known as "yokya" in general terms.

Why am I thinking about such things?

Because today, July 27th, is my birthday.

Summer vacation has started, and the heat of midsummer has finally arrived. On days like this, it feels nice and comfortable to spend the whole day in the dormitory. However, it's not good for my health, so I try to avoid it as much as possible.

As I ponder such trivial matters, I nibble on a slice of bread and absentmindedly watch the morning news as time passes by. My schedule for today is already set, although it doesn't differ much from yesterday or any other day. It has become a routine, a predictable flow of events.

First, I will go alone to the movie theater and watch a film before 9 a.m. Then, I'll have lunch and watch another movie. After returning, I'll study, have dinner, and then have some free time.

Yes, it's a remarkably fulfilling yet lonely day. But my inner cry of dissatisfaction as a non-real life enthusiast is meaningless. No matter how lonely I feel, reality won't change. However, the truth is that I am content with this fulfilling life.

Now, since time is passing, I should start preparing to go to the movie theater. I undress to take a shower and rinse off my sweaty body. I'm left with only my underwear on top and a pair of shorts as sleepwear. Since I have only one female friend, I don't know what kind of clothes other girls wear to cope with the heat. But I assume there aren't many. There's no basis for this assumption, though.

As I take a shower, I can't help but think that I wouldn't want to be seen dressed like this by Shiina, my only female friend at this school. After I finish showering, I dry and style my hair. I apply just a little bit of makeup, even though I don't have any plans to meet anyone. It's just a precautionary measure in case something unexpected happens.

While thinking about what to wear today, I choose among several summer outfits in my closet. One particular outfit catches my eye. It's the one I picked half-forcefully when I went shopping with him. It brings back memories of his excellent sense of style that both impressed and irritated me.

I decide on the outfit and prepare to leave my room. I check if I have everything I need and then head outside. Ah, it's hot... Suppressing the immediate desire to return to my room, I take a step outside. I use the elevator to go down to the first floor. Since it's a shared space, the air conditioning is working well. I feel a sense of liberation, as if I have been freed from hell.

"Sorry for the wait! Did you wait?"

"I didn't wait, Kushida-chan!"

"Come on, Ike. You're always late, and yet you arrived before me."

"Hey, don't you know that's just a given?"

"Hehehe, you two are always entertaining!"

That blond girl is Kushida Kikyou from Class D. It's impressive that she can hang out with someone so blatantly infatuated. I genuinely admire her ability to handle such situations.

The other students around us are probably also from Class D. As I observe them while walking, three more join the group, making it quite a large gathering. But I don't feel particularly envious. It's not jealousy either. Handling such a large group of people would surely be mentally exhausting, so they must be struggling. I direct a polite gaze toward them.

Moving my gaze away from them, I finally step out of the dormitory. Ah, it's hot... (for the second time). Suppressing the immediate desire to return to my room, I bravely move forward. I have decided to confront the heat.

With determination, I head towards the movie theater.

Today, I'm going to watch a slightly serious film. The plot revolves around an only child who has lost their parents and embarks on a journey to find their own purpose in life, experiencing various things and growing in the process. It's a popular storyline, but I'm genuinely excited about it.

"Now, let's go shopping for clothes today!"

"Karuizawa-san, you really love fashion."

"Fashion is a woman's weapon, Shinohara-san. Sato-san, I'm sure you understand what I mean, right?"

"Of course, Karuizawa-san!"

"...Both of you, are you going to spend all your points again?"

"Uh-oh..."

"...I won't lend you any more."

The three girls in the group are chatting happily, even though the topic is somewhat serious. Judging from their lack of self-control, they must be from Class D.

As I can't stand their presence, I quicken my pace to create some distance between us. A few minutes later, I realize I have arrived at the movie theater.

Although there are still several tens of minutes until the screening begins, I want to see the previews of other movies, so I head to my designated seat early.

The assigned seat is equipped with a very comfortable cushion. I have watched many movies here, and thanks to this cushion, I can sit for hours without feeling any discomfort in my lower back.

As the lights dim, indicating that the previews are about to start, the atmosphere becomes more intense. I never tire of this feeling of anticipation, the sensation that the movie is about to begin.

Now, it's time to focus.

After watching the first film, it's probably around noon. I don't have much appetite for lunch. I simply don't feel hungry. It's not that I'm unwell or anything.

The film I just watched was incredibly captivating. The conflicts and difficult decisions the protagonist faced were truly fascinating. The process leading up to those moments was carefully crafted, making the story easy to absorb.

But my eyes are a little tired now. So I'm taking a short break.

Suddenly, I notice two good-looking guys sitting on a bench near the food court, engaged in conversation.

"So, Kanzaki, who are you really interested in?"

"...Some topics shouldn't be discussed in a place like this."

"Ha! Not denying it means there is someone, right? Is it Ichinose after all?"

"No, she's not the one. Right now, I'm busy getting used to the school's system... And, I couldn't help but think that you were launching a preemptive strike to keep me from going after Ichinose."

"Spot-on. Well, it's impossible not to be interested in Ichinose. She has a good personality, a beautiful face, great looks, and she's smart and athletic. And let's not forget about her... you know what!"

"...I agree with everything except the last part. And Shibata, your voice is way too loud."

I personally dislike that Shibata guy. It's not just about being tall; that's not everything. The shape is what matters, you moron.

I considered spreading some weird rumors about him, but with his ridiculously loud voice, he's already attracting attention and rumors on his own. In fact, he's getting glared at by the girls around him. Serves him right, you pervert.

Now then, I've refreshed myself a bit, so let's move on to the second film. However, my actions came to a halt midway.

Just as I was about to leave the rest area, my phone, which rarely receives notifications, rang unexpectedly. Thinking it might be some annoying spam message, I was surprised to find out that it was actually a message from Shiina.

I quickly open the message and check its contents.

"To Ibuki-san, Please come to Kamukura-kun's room today at 6:00 p.m. I have something important to tell you. If for any reason you can't make it, please let me know in advance. P.S. It seems Kamukura-kun will treat us to dinner."

Alright, I'll go.

I can't resist Kamukura's cooking; it's so delicious that it impairs my vocabulary. But maybe some strange rumors might spread? Who cares. I used to be concerned about that, but now I don't care anymore. Humans can't resist the three basic desires, and hunger is an absolute weakness.

But what could be so important?

...Could it be that Ryuuen said something to her? If that's the case, I'll have to speak up to Ryuuen. I can't allow him to force kind-hearted Shiina into doing something against her will.

Well, it's not certain, so I'll temporarily put that thought aside. Let's focus on going to watch the second movie for now. I'm looking forward to the next film as well. This time, the main actor fits my taste perfectly. It's an action movie.

He has a high nose and a distinct Western appearance, and he possesses a well-toned body. Moreover, I like his voice. It's safe to say that watching his movies is almost a duty.

Immersed in my daydreams, I head towards the movie theater.

I have impressions i want to share.

But it's impossible because I don't have any friends.

At times like this, I truly feel inconvenienced.

As expected, the actor was great, and the direction and story were wonderful.

I heard that he will be coming to Japan for a signing event, but I can't go, so I'm quite frustrated.

After all, this school doesn't grant permission for outings.

I've never resented this school as much as I do now.

With those thoughts in mind, instead of heading straight home, I open the memo I prepared in advance and go shopping.

Since I have some extra time before the designated time given by Shiina, I decided it was the perfect opportunity.

The things I need to buy are for a luxurious trip that will last two weeks starting from August 1st.

Honestly, when I first heard about the details of this trip, I was speechless.

Sakagami-sensei mentioned that there would be a vacation during the midterms and final exams, but I never expected it to be to this extent.

To summarize the astonishing details, even for an individual, this trip would cost hundreds of thousands of yen, but the travel expenses and incidental costs are all covered.

This was mentioned in the summer vacation notice, and I still remember double-checking the notice.

Just that alone is extraordinary, but in addition, it includes first-class restaurants, theaters, and luxury spas.

No, something's not right. It's definitely too good to be true.

Considering how the school has been, it's strange for them to let high school students go for free.

There must be something else.

But regardless, I'm more excited than suspicious.

There must be something behind it, but it's an incredibly amazing trip that overshadows any suspicions.

The things I need to buy include pajamas and various other items.

It would be embarrassing to be seen by my roommates in my usual attire.

And there are other things too.

Let's move our hands and feet. So, it's about time to start shopping.

"Katsuragi-san, is what you said earlier true?"

"Yeah, I predict that something related to class points will happen during the trip starting five days from today."

"But it wasn't written in the notice, right?"

"Probably, that's what the school expects from us. The ability to sense crises, predict events, and come up with countermeasures. There were plenty of hints to find. It's all about our capabilities."

"Wow, Katsuragi-san, you're amazing! With that, Ryuuen doesn't stand a chance."

"...No, she probably already noticed it naturally. She won't let me have the upper hand so easily."

Katsuragi, a student who goes by that name, is the one I heard about from Ryuuen.

He's one of the two powerhouses in Class A.

He's a very intelligent and serious student who values discipline.

Personally, I don't dislike people like him.

I don't understand why people dislike serious individuals in the first place.

Ryuuen calls him trash and looks down on him.

It's natural for someone like him, who prioritizes violence over intelligence, to react that way, but I don't like it.

...And maybe Kamukura doesn't like him either.

I think I understand his personality to some extent, so I'm quite confident in this prediction.

Serious people, for better or worse, are predictable.

When faced with difficulties, they don't take detours and confront them head-on.

They are the type of people who take the direct route.

It's boring, but I'm confident he will say those words.

I finished shopping.

Since I have some time before returning to my room, I don't need to rush.

However, feeling a bit special, being invited by a friend, my walking pace feels wider than usual.

Because of that, I arrived at the dormitory a minute earlier than usual.

"Is it okay to come even though it's 15 minutes early?"

I check with Shiina just in case.

I quickly received a reply in less than 30 seconds.

"Please wait for another 5 minutes. Thank you."

That's what she replied, so I decided to wait as she requested.

I decided not to bring anything except my mobile device, and I put everything else in my room and sorted the things I bought.

Once finished, the timing was just right.

I leave my room again.

Kamukura's room is one floor below. So instead of using the elevator, I take the stairs.

I arrived without anything special happening.

I press the call button without stopping.

After a mechanical sound, a high soprano voice informs me that the door is open, so I grab the handle and pull.

As I enter Kamukura's room, a pleasant smell greets me.

A scent that stimulates my appetite fills the room.

The well-organized entrance catches my attention for a moment, but my focus is more on the smell.

I can't help but salivate. But somehow, I manage to suppress it and maintain my composure.

I take off my shoes and slowly walk toward where the light is.

"Welcome, Ibuki-san..."

A loud bang followed by a slight smell of gunpowder as colorful paper showered over my head and body.

"Happy birthday, Ibuki-san."

Shiina's pleasant voice echoes with a smile.

The source of the earlier sound was a firecracker.

She explained why she used a firecracker.

Kamukura's room, which is usually empty, is now decorated.

There's a carpet on the floor, and the curtains have changed to casual colors.

Several wreaths and lights are installed, creating a birthday atmosphere.

"Kukuku, my prediction was correct, Hiyori."

"Yes, it seems so. I thought you would be surprised cutely, but it seems I was mistaken."

"Well, your dumbfounded expression was quite enjoyable, though."

"Hehe, indeed."

An unexpected tyrant and a suitable angel are enjoying a casual conversation in this unusual setting.

"Happy Birthday, Ibuki."

"...Thank you."

A muscle-bound delinquent who doesn't quite fit the atmosphere.

And--

"Congratulations."

A person with long black hair that would make you wonder if they were the only one in costume, topped with a white chef's hat... no, placed on top of his head.

"Hey, Ibuki. I went out of my way to come and celebrate your birthday. How about being a bit happier?"

"Ryuuen-kun, let's not talk like that today."

"...Tch, fine, fine. But don't smile at people like you're going to threaten them."

"You've become quite gentle, Ryuuen-kun."

"Hey, it's not like I've changed my attitude towards you or anything."

"Ryuuen-kun, I'll skip dinner."

"...Why the hell do you have the authority to decide that?"

Various thoughts come to mind.

But there's one thing I want to say right now.

"Thank you."

Those words come from the bottom of my heart and are accompanied by the most refreshing smile I've had in my life.

Those who observe me may have different expressions, but they are all surprised.

"Kukuku, it's the most surprising thing today. If you always smile like that, you'll be popular."

"Gap Moe, is what they call it, Ryuuen-kun."

"Since Ibuki-san is always cute, it's not gap moe, Kamukura-kun."

The three unique individuals in Class C are evaluating my smile.

Normally, I would get irritated and argue back, but today I don't feel like it.

Joy fills my heart, and their exchange feels somewhat heartwarming.

"Kamukura, do you have a cake too?"

"Yes, I have some talent as a pastry chef."

"I know. I'm looking forward to it."

"...Who are you?"

Kamukura's statement is quite out of character.

I'm not hungry to the point of stomach growling, but I'm starting to lose my patience with the food in front of me.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat."

"Hehe, you're right. Everyone, please take your seats."

Shiina guides everyone to the table.

Since there are six people in this room, not everyone is sitting around the table.

From this point on, Kamukura serves everyone's dishes.

"Now, let's enjoy."

With those words from Shiina, only Ishizaki says, "Itadakimasu."

It creates laughter because it's unexpected for him despite his appearance.

I was able to enjoy the day like this until night.

The intimacy among Class C has increased!!!

Volume 3 - Ch.1 Luxury Cruise Ship

The world stretching before my eyes was in utter chaos.

Countless buildings that once seemed lively were now crumbling, broken, and engulfed in flames.

The chaotic screams of numerous people filled the air.

Screaming, falling, being killed, and dying.

The amount of flowing blood was so excessive that everywhere was pervaded with a distinct smell of iron and the unmistakable stench of death, making it impossible to breathe.

I observed such a scene from my current "base" - or what could barely be called a filthy ruin.

...How boring.

A faint emotion expressed my thoughts. I used to consider despair as something unknown, but after witnessing it countless times, it had become easier to predict.

In the end, what she said was only temporary.

I already knew that. But I had hoped for a change.

Once again, I recognized what I truly desired.

I decided to start searching for a new base to find a place for tonight's meal.

The fact that the whole world had been engulfed in despair and plunged into chaos did not concern me.

I possess "luck," so I won't die. I can survive until my natural life span, enduring harsh conditions like living on a deserted island every day.

As I walked a little distance from my previous location, I saw a city, so I entered it without any particular caution.

The streets were filled with collapsed bricks, several dead bodies scattered around, and walls stained with discolored blood.

I could see what seemed to be a bustling shopping district extending along a wide road. There were so many tall buildings that I couldn't judge their numbers at a glance.

However, both of them were in a state of severe damage.

Though it might have been a lively place once, it was difficult to imagine it had been until I stopped walking.

A few minutes later, I found a place where "luck" had left some food behind.

It was a well-lit area, probably a department store that had been altered by human hands.

The moment I stopped, I instinctively dodged to the side.

"!? ...Who are you?"

As I stopped, a person who had been hiding in the shadows closed the distance between us in an instant and swung a bamboo sword down on me.

A large cloud of dust rose from where the sword struck the ground. In an instant, I understood that if it had hit me, it would have been the end.

The perpetrator was a woman with exposed chest wrapped in a white special attack suit stained with red in places, resembling a kendo practitioner.

She showed surprise at her failed "first strike," but quickly returned to an emotionless expression.

She's not sane.

Indeed, the bright red pupils visible through her glasses were swirling with multiple whirlpools, as if they were inhaling something messy.

"Are you one of the remnants of despair? You must be the hitman with talent in kendo," she said.

"...What do you know about me?" I asked.

"Nothing."

Ignoring her lack of interest, I headed towards the pile of food.

However, what I grabbed was not the food but the bamboo sword.

Once again, she swung at me.

"At this point, I don't care about you. But that food belongs to my master. I won't let you take it freely."

"If you want to 'guarantee ownership,' please present a more reasonable argument."

I said that and let go of the bamboo sword, revealing the real blade hidden within it.

Simultaneously, she stepped back and adjusted the distance between us.

"I don't need any guarantees. It's decided that all of this belongs to my master. I won't give even a fragment to a man like you. If you try to take it next time... I'll eliminate you as an 'intruder' on my master's 'tool.'"

She coldly stated her words and gradually broke into a creepy smile.

It was a smile that someone who enjoys killing would have.

"An 'instrument' with emotions. Truly despairing... How boring."

"Die."

"That's enough, Peko."

She stopped instantly and kneeled down, bowing her head.

A man emerged from the shadows with two bodyguards. Seeing the mechanical movements of the "tool," he couldn't help but laugh genuinely, from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey, guest. I own this area," he said.

"So what?"

"The food here is mine. If you want it, leave something as compensation. It's a 'contract' of exchange... If you can't do that, then die right now."

The short boy wearing a hat and hiding his right eye with an eye patch spoke while laughing.

...What a boring existence. He seemed like an "ineffective tyrant" who had continued oppression for his own selfish desires, despite history proving otherwise.

Like her, his eyes were filled with a mix of various emotions.

"Make a trite 'contract' with you?"

"Yeah, no problem. That way, you'll get to keep your life."

"Boring."

"...Fine, then. Peko, I order you as my 'tool,' kill this guy."

Without anyone interrupting the fast-paced conversation, the girl charged at me.

...Rampage had begun.

...

"Finally, you're awake, Kamukura-kun."

As I opened my eyes, the first thing that came into view was the blazing and dazzling light emitted by the midsummer sun. The brightness made it hard to see anything, but I could hear a high and beautiful voice reaching my ears.

Without feeling drowsy, my thoughts accelerated, and I quickly understood the current situation.

It was a dream, but also a memory stored in the corner of my mind.

Though it was a rare phenomenon, there was a part of me that felt it was somewhat predictable, but I focused on dealing with the current situation.

"It's impolite to put your feet up on the bench."

A beautiful voice sounded from beside me, stimulating my hearing again. I turned my face toward the person with the composed voice.

It was a beautiful girl with platinum hair that reflected the sunlight and a captivating smile that enchanted everyone who saw her.

Hiyori Shiina, my classmate, looked at me with that smile.

"...Why do you have to mention that?"

I took down the leg I had put up on the bench and placed both feet on the insulated ground. It felt no different from the asphalt as I looked out at the perpetual summer sea before me.

"Is it a habit...?" she asked.

"Well, maybe. Hmm, I thought I should be a bit more cautious, but since I saw something nice, I'll stop here for today."

"Something nice?"

She smiled and placed the paperback she was holding on her knees, putting her hand on her cheek. It seemed to indicate something related to her face.

"Your sleeping face, Kamukura-kun."

"...That's not something interesting."

"No, it was quite charming, a childlike expression I couldn't imagine from your usual self."

She continued to speak with the same smile. It felt a bit itchy to receive genuine praise without any malice.

...I had no interest in it, really.

"I tried poking your cheek, but you didn't wake up, so I guess you were really tired."

"...Seems like it."

To think that I could sleep so soundly in front of others and not wake up even when touched. I realized that unconsciously, I had judged her as a harmless person.

"Fufu, but I understand how you feel. With this warm sunlight and the clear sea breeze that shields us from the heat, anyone would want to take a nap in such a wonderful place."

The sea breeze, the sea.

Why can I sense them?

It's because we are currently crossing the Pacific Ocean.

"Our school is quite generous, isn't it? Allowing high school students to go on such a luxurious trip."

The sunlight, radiating brilliantly, passed through the boundless cloudless sky, carrying the infinite sea breeze, and was swallowed by the magnificent deck of the luxury cruise ship that welcomed us.

This deck alone could be considered a memorable part of the summer vacation.

As the long-awaited summer vacation for the students had begun, the reason for such luxury was as follows:

All the first-year students of High School and their assigned teacher are now on this day, August 1st, embarking on a two-week trip that is far beyond what an ordinary person could dream of.

To give you a glimpse of how extraordinary this is:

According to the plan, for the first week, we'll be enjoying the summer on a pension built on a deserted island, and for the second week, we'll stay on the cruise ship. The deck I described earlier.

The theater and luxurious spa are fully equipped with the facilities needed to enjoy ourselves. There are multiple private pools on the rooftop where you can play while emphasizing your own proportions by borrowing swimsuits.

In addition to these, there are many other luxurious services, all provided free of charge. To put it bluntly, it's abnormal.

"Are they hinting for us to be on guard again, like before?" she asked.

"Probably. Enjoy yourself, but be cautious, don't let your guard down. That's probably what they mean."

The educational policy of this school is to provide practical experiences, in other words, to make students learn by experiencing them. However, this time it's quite nasty.

It will most likely give rise to a multitude of negative emotions as students are thrown from heaven to hell.

As expected, or maybe as usual, Hiyori-san's expression twisted upon hearing my words.

Dark atmosphere filled the air, but she still managed to articulate her thoughts using language.

"...If something happens in the future, could it possibly involve physical activity? I'd prefer not to do any exercise if possible."

"When physical activity is necessary, it will always come. Though I'm not sure if it's the case this time."

"...Kamukura-kun, I'm not good at sports. Will I be alright?"

Her eyes darkened slightly as she self-deprecatingly revealed her shortcomings. It might have been a long-standing concern for her.

"It won't be alright."

"...You're so harsh."

Hiyori Shiina is indeed intelligent, has good academic skills, and her analytical abilities are quite high, even if they aren't at the level of super analysis.

But this school doesn't give favorable evaluations based solely on that.

As evidence, she is in Class C, and there's a reason she isn't in Class A, solely based on her academic abilities.

For her, it's her physical abilities that are the problem.

"...Well, I guess you don't have to do anything right away, so take your time to overcome it."

"Hehe, that's true. I'll take my time and do my best to overcome it.

By the way, Kamukura-kun, have you finished reading the book I lent you?"

After her gloomy attitude from before, she suddenly turned sparkling, which was quite annoying.

The book she lent me, "ABC Murder Case," was indeed finished. However, I'm sorry to say that it wasn't particularly interesting.

I had fallen asleep right after finishing it, overwhelmed by the sleepiness caused by the pleasant warmth of the sunlight.

"Yes, I finished it."

I casually replied with a vague response. I lacked politeness, and an uninterested atmosphere even radiated from me, and I recognized that about myself.

"...Was that expression boring?"

"It's not like it was dull. To be precise, it helped pass the time."

"...But I'm happy that you read it for me."

Even with a prickly remark, she smiled just like before. But she, too, being human, had a slight mixture of anger and confusion deep within her heart, thinking that she didn't need to say it in such a way.

"...It's not like I don't have any thoughts about it."

Time for some flattery.

She nodded slightly.

She approached me at a speed like a hungry fish biting onto a lure before it's shown to real fish.

"Even though it's only a part, was there anything interesting?"

"No, it wasn't exactly interesting. However, as I had read the 'ABC Murder Case' entirely in English before, I noticed some slight differences in expressions compared to the Japanese version."

"I see. That's an interesting thing to hear."

She put her hand on her chin, as if contemplating something. She was probably thinking about the differences in expression techniques between English and Japanese, but it might be a somewhat high level of difficulty for a mere high school student to think about such a topic.

For instance, just taking the representation of time in English and Japanese as an example.

English is a strict language when it comes to time, while Japanese is more relaxed.

In English, there are specific expressions for the present, past, and future. For example, "eat" is used for all sorts of expressions like "to eat," "to devour," "to consume" in Japanese.

The Japanese expression for "I ate" or "I devoured" in English is simply "ate."

If you want to express the future, it's "will eat."

If that future is already decided, it's "be going to eat."

If you're about to eat right now, it's "be about to eat."

With such tedious differences in English, compared to that, Japanese is easy to handle: "to eat" for the present tense and "ate" for the past tense. To express the future, it's as simple as "I plan to eat," "I intend to eat." There's no need to change the expression based on slight time differences.

Since classical times, Japanese had only two expressions for the past, "ki" and "keri." It's no wonder Japanese is a language that is relaxed about time.

Even if we just touched the tip of the iceberg, this much information comes out. I want people to understand that the differences in interpretation due to translation, the so-called language barrier, are not an easy hurdle to overcome.

"...I'll work harder on English. I've realized that to truly understand books, I need to break through the language barrier."

As she said that, her eyes burned with intense curiosity, like flames. Her hand formed a clenched fist, and her posture showed full determination.

"So, Kamukura-kun... Um, if possible, I was wondering if you could teach me English..."

As soon as she was about to say something, the surroundings became noisy.

A loud voice drowned out her small, thin voice.

"W-What's happening?"

She grabbed onto the railing of the deck and looked out at the view from there.

The island was clearly visible to the naked eye.

It seemed like we were arriving at the island.

"Huh? Did it start turning?"

Shiina's bewildered voice echoes.

The ship that was supposed to dock on the island inexplicably bypassed the pier and started circling around the island.

"...This is strange."

I agreed with that opinion. However, it could be that they just want to give us a comprehensive view of the island where we will be staying.

But question everything suspicious.

Just like philosophers who doubted all phenomena to find the truth, it's only natural to be somewhat skeptical and cautious about anything questionable.

There were unnaturally hollowed rock formations and well-maintained forests of considerable height. Some structures appeared to be made to blend with nature, while others, like huts and what seemed like caves, appeared out of place.

There were also iron towers and fallen trees.

And there was a beach with palm trees that seemed to have been artificially created.

The island has an area of about 0.5 square kilometers and a maximum elevation of 230 meters, which is too large for just a few hundred people.

Oh, come to think of it, I forgot to mention something important.

We've looked around, but there's no pension or anything similar on this island.

How and where are they planning to have us live?

A clever person could probably guess the answer.

To disembark people on an island without any base for living and have them figure it out.

"...Survival, is it?"

"What do you mean, Kamukura-kun?"

"You'll find out eventually. Besides, it should be clear soon."

Holding the book I had borrowed from her, I stood up from the bench and began to walk away with my back turned to her.

I could see a hint of anxiety on her face as I left, but there was no need to explain explicitly.

She would probably figure it out on her own soon enough.

"From here on, we will be landing on a deserted island owned by our school. All students are required to change into gym clothes in 30 minutes, confirm their designated bags and luggage, and gather on the deck with their mobile phones. Please leave all other personal belongings in your rooms. Also, there is a possibility that you may not be able to use the restroom for a while, so please make sure to take care of that beforehand."

As I expected, an announcement about the landing was made.

Wearing the gym clothes also used in physical education classes, the first-year students from Class A disembarked onto the island.

All the first-year students gathered near the coast, where the sandy beach was clearly visible.

Some people were acting promptly as they arrived, while others were strolling and chatting leisurely. It seemed comical to see such a diverse and unorganized group of people all wearing the same gym clothes, creating a sense of uniformity.

After a while of disembarking, all the classes began to confirm attendance together and submitted their mobile phones.

Once that was done, a tall teacher stepped forward and climbed onto a prepared white podium. He had a well-trained physique that made him look like a sports-oriented instructor, but he was Mr. Mashima, the English teacher for Class A.

"I am glad that we all arrived safely at this place today. However, I can't help but feel sorry for the one student who couldn't participate due to illness."

"Hmm, unlucky to miss out on such a luxurious trip."

Anyway, I focused my thoughts on something else that caught my interest.

The teachers wore stern expressions, and dozens of adults were dressed in workwear. Some were setting up temporary tents, and others were preparing electronic devices like laptops.

If my prediction was correct, those preparations were meant to ensure the safety of the students.

Mr. Mashima, who had been silent until then, looked at each student individually. The natural sounds of ocean waves and sea breeze were muffled by the artificial mechanical noises.

In such an atmosphere, the students began to show signs of confusion.

Then, finally, Mr. Mashima uttered a chilling remark.

"Now then, I would like to conduct the first special examination of this academic year."

The room was filled with questions, and almost everyone was still immersed in an illusion.

I scanned the surroundings to find someone who seemed unfazed and calm.

From Class A, there were a few: a bald-headed boy opposite to me and the blond-haired boy, who was one of Sakayanagi's followers, and I believe the girl's name was Masumi.

From Class B, there were also a few. Ichinose seemed composed, and beside her was a cool-looking handsome boy who also appeared calm.

From Class D, there was only one. It was an exception, but there stood Kouenji Rokusuke, the weirdo who stood with his back straight and let his nails shimmer in the sun.

And then, there was the smiling king of Class C.

"Your task will last for one week starting from today until noon on August 7. During this time, you will live together on this deserted island, and that will be your examination."

"Living on a deserted island... you mean we won't stay on the ship but actually sleep on this island?"

A student from Class C, who was standing about two rows behind me, raised his hand in confusion and asked the obvious question to Mr. Mashima.

"That's right. There are no legitimate reasons for re-boarding during the examination. You will have to prepare everything you need for living—food, clothing, and shelter—all by yourselves."

"At the start, we'll provide two tents, two flashlights, one box of matches, and one toothbrush per class. As an exception, female students can request unlimited menstrual supplies. That's all from me."

As I expected, it's quite dull. A sense of lethargy surrounded me, and I found myself looking ahead to the day after tomorrow.

Still, some students from Class D, who seemed dissatisfied with the situation, shouted at Mr. Mashima.

He calmly responded, settling their doubts.

Such exchanges continued.

After hearing that the theme of this special examination was "freedom," I became intrigued.

"As part of this special examination on the deserted island, each class will be provided with 300 points specifically for this task. You can use these points cleverly to enjoy this special examination. We have prepared a manual for that purpose."

He held a thick booklet that seemed to be the manual.

"It contains everything you can obtain with points. From necessities for living to entertainment. For example, if you want to have a barbecue, you can use points to get the necessary equipment and ingredients."

As the students heard this, their expressions became calm.

"Let me make this clear. There won't be any negative impact after the second term. And there won't be anything difficult. As I mentioned earlier, this examination is all about freedom. There are some basic rules for living together, but there is nothing that is difficult to follow."

He addressed the uninteresting questions that would have come up to smooth the conversation.

At this point, it still sounded like just an examination combined with entertainment.

However, I was about to nullify that idea with the next piece of information.

"At the end of this special examination, all the remaining points will be added up for each class and reflected after summer vacation."

A dry, peculiar laughter was heard.

It seemed like his prediction was correct.

In simple terms, after enduring one week, the class points received at the beginning would increase by a maximum of 300 points for the next month.

And academic performance had no relation to this competition. After all, it was a survival test.

As a result, higher-ranking classes had an advantage, and the class points, which had never changed before, would begin to change.

This was going to be a full-fledged class struggle.

"We will distribute one manual per class. In case of loss, it can be reissued, but be careful to store it safely as it will consume points.

Also, the student who missed this trip is from Class A. According to the rules of the special examination, if anyone retires due to poor health or other reasons, a penalty of 30 points will be deducted.

Therefore, Class A will start with 270 points."

"Hmm, Sakayanagi is the one who missed the trip."

I had suspected it because I couldn't find her, and it's true that the harsh environment here might not be suitable for her condition.

"That concludes the explanation. Does anyone have any other questions or something they don't understand?"

No one responded to the loud voice coming from the megaphone.

Mr. Mashima looked over each student one by one for final confirmation.

However, someone raised their right hand.

It was me.

There's no benefit in asking a question here. After all, I don't want to give hints to those who still haven't fully understood the situation.

Although Ryuuen might scold me later for not asking, I don't really care about that.

Continuing with this dull examination would be boring from my perspective.

"I'll allow questions."

All the attention in the place gathered towards me.

There's no tension.

In fact, this is how a Super High School Level Hope should be.

"I have two questions. First, you mentioned that there won't be any negative impact in the future, but what happens if the 300 points go below zero?"

"There's no problem with that. Points won't go below zero. Even if you use them all, the minimum will be 0 points."

"Hmm, then my second question."

Since I wasn't using the respectful language used by students towards teachers, I received disapproving looks from Class A students.

But, disregarding all of that, I continued.

"Is it possible to transfer the 300 points to someone else...?"

Silence.

As the midsummer beach was brushed by a series of sea breezes, sand flew in the air.

Other students wore expressions like they were thinking, "What is he saying?"

Ichinose, Ryuuen, Kushida, the bald-headed boy, the black-haired beauty from Class D, and even the plain-looking boy had the same expressions.

In this examination, where quite a large amount of pocket money can be earned for the second term, my question was about the impossible—transferring that pocket money to others.

To try to understand or decipher my intention would be foolish.

In fact, I could see some people smirking in a derisive manner.

"... It's possible. If you want to pay points to get something, you can also pay points to invest in other classes.

By the way, to use points, anyone can do so by reporting to their homeroom teacher each time. However, transferring points as you mentioned is not something anyone can do. That's related to the leader who will be explained by each homeroom teacher later."

Mr. Mashima seriously answered my question.

What are they talking about with that information? I heard from Class A, but I don't care.

Certainly, at this stage, it's not something I absolutely need.

But like I said a few hours ago, I doubt everything.

To uncover the underlying rules, I need to know all the rules and also outwit others' predictions.

The process for that. Means to increase the chance of success by thickening the process that leads to the result.

I am lucky enough that I will win without getting stuck in every process.

In other words, the results will come on their own.

Boring.

All I can enjoy is the process.

"Are there any other questions?... That's all for the explanation. Each class can now disperse."

Perhaps due to my question taking up time, Mr. Mashima quickly ended things.

After that, another teacher with a megaphone appeared and led each class to their respective homeroom teacher.

Each class began to gather, keeping some distance between them.