Sallie's senses buzzed with the sweet fragrance of cherry blossoms, each petal delicately kissed by the gentle warmth of the spring sun. The vibrant hues of pink and white painted a vivid backdrop as he, a talented magician, embarked on his journey through the majestic entrance of First High School. The school uniform clung to his frame, a symbol of anticipation and eagerness, as he took each step with purpose, ready to unravel the mysteries that awaited within those grand walls.
In the grandeur of First High School's entrance, Sallie stood resolute on the red-tiled path, flanked by the stately building. A solitary cherry blossom, nature's delicate masterpiece, graced the road beneath his feet, a poignant symbol of beauty amidst the architectural splendor. The scene captured a moment frozen in time, where the fusion of man-made elegance and nature's grace formed a captivating tableau at the threshold of his new journey.
Amidst the pristine sea of white-clad students, Sallie cut a distinct figure in his bold blue attire. The navy coat, meticulously detailed with vivid red linings along the sides, collar, and cuffs, became a beacon of individuality. The contrast was palpable as his vibrant ensemble, featuring a sleek vest, a striking red long-sleeve polo, a dark tie, and impeccably tailored dark pants, defied the convention of the official school uniform. Every step he took resonated with a unique charisma, leaving an indelible mark on the halls of First High School.
As Sallie ventured into the lively entrance of First High School, a cascade of whispers and perplexed glances greeted him like a sudden gust of wind. The students' heads turned in unison, eyes widening in disbelief, as if an unexpected spectacle had unfolded before them. The air crackled with intrigue and confusion. Sallie, a furrow in his brow, felt an undercurrent of scrutiny. The vivid contrast of his bold blue attire against the sea of conventional white uniforms seemed to have ignited a silent storm of curiosity, leaving him at the center of an unspoken mystery within the vibrant corridors of the school.
"Why is everyone staring at me like I'm some kind of anomaly?" Sallie's voice, laced with bewilderment, barely escaped his lips as he navigated the bustling school campus. The weight of countless eyes bore into him, their gazes fueled by curiosity and disbelief. Unbeknownst to him, the intricate details of his striking blue uniform, a vivid tapestry against the backdrop of standard white attire, had inadvertently transformed him into an unwitting spectacle. The air crackled with a palpable sense of intrigue as he unwittingly became the enigmatic figure in the vibrant tapestry of First High School's daily routine.
Unbeknownst to Sallie, First High School operated under a silent tradition, intricately weaving a tapestry of unity through color-coded uniforms. Every incoming student bore a specific hue, a visual manifestation of their magical expertise aligned with various branches.
Whispers, like a clandestine symphony, reverberated through the hallways of First High School. The hushed conversations wove a tapestry of speculation as students exchanged curious glances.
"Hey, did you see that guy? Why is he wearing a blue uniform, instead of white?"
"Who is this enigmatic newcomer adorned in a kaleidoscope of colors? Did he take a wrong turn on his way to a magic convention?"
"I don't know, maybe he's new here,"
"But he looks a bit older, don't you think? Maybe he's from another school, or even another country,"
"That's possible. But why wear a uniform at all if it's the wrong color?"
The air buzzed with intrigue, each uttered word deepening the mystery surrounding Sallie's arrival. The vivid details of his unique uniform ignited a storm of rumors, painting him as a figure lost in the mundane sea of conventional magic students.
Sallie's classmates, their initial apprehension palpable, approached him cautiously. Among them, a tall man with Germanic features, his chestnut hair framing a face with piercing green eyes, and an athletic physique, exuding undeniable charisma, took the lead. This fire magician, known for both his unrivaled power and widespread popularity, stepped forward, drawn by the intrigue surrounding the vibrant enigma in their midst.
Approaching with an amiable smile, Leo, the tall and charismatic fire magician, extended his hand in a gesture of welcome. "Hey there, I'm Leo. You must be new around here. Mind shedding some light on why your uniform stands out so boldly?"
Sallie, caught in the whirlwind of unfamiliarity, hesitated, his confusion vividly etched on his face. The language barrier added another layer of complexity, leaving him searching for the right words in Japanese, a puzzle yet to be unraveled amidst the curious gazes of his inquisitive peers.
Amidst the outer courtyard below the towering emblem of First High School, Leo's confusion lingered in the air. "What's the matter? You couldn't speak right?"
Sallie, with a backdrop of the school emblem above, closed his eyes and laughed off the language mishap, the courtyard serving as a witness to this moment of camaraderie and shared amusement.
From the midst of the surrounding students, a girl with brown hair, her locks styled in low twin ponytails, gracefully emerged. As she approached, the crowd seemed to part, revealing Honoka. Eager to assist, she offered a linguistic lifeline in the midst of the language barrier.
"Leo was asking you about your different uniform," Honoka smoothly conveyed in English, her welcoming tone resonating through the courtyard. The interplay of expressions, from Sallie's gratitude to Leo's curiosity, unfolded against the backdrop of First High School's emblem, an unexpected alliance forming beneath its towering presence.
"Mitsui-chan, I... I thought you were cutting ties with me? Did something wrong?" Sallie asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
"I just wanna help bridge the language gap between you two. Now ask why you're wearing that uniform?" Honoka responded, her intentions clear.
"Well... I just... I will explain later on during recess, is that okay!?" Sallie scratched his head, a sad smile accompanying his words, leaving a promise of unraveling the mystery behind his unique uniform at a later time.
"Wait a second... Did you two know each other!? How did you interact with him in English?" Leo's eyes widened with surprise and shock, his curiosity escalating.
Honoka, with a calm demeanor, unveiled the connection. "This guy right here is where I met him at the café, that day... I saw him at the entrance exam where he passed the test, he couldn't speak Japanese either. That's why people around him were having a tough time talking to him," she explained in Japanese, the air thick with a shared history that transcended language barriers. The courtyard became a stage for revelations, with Leo processing the unexpected ties between his friend and the mysterious newcomer.
"Sallie, why did you come here? Don't tell me you want to do favors for Tatsuya's mentor," Honoka inquired, her words delivered in smooth English, cutting through the air with precision.
"Like I told you, I want nothing to do with you, but... It's fine if you help me bridge the gap, but I want you to do nothing with me," Sallie responded, his tone carrying a mix of determination and reluctance. "As you said earlier, I passed the entrance exam as a Course 2 student."
"Hey Mitsui-chan, what was that about?" Leo questioned, the courtyard becoming a stage for unfolding drama as he sought to unravel the intricacies of the conversation between Sallie and Honoka.
Honoka sighed in disappointment before she introduced him to Leo. "Sallie-kun, this is Leonhard Saijou. He is a 2nd-year student in Course 2. While he may not be a magician, his specialization lies in physical combat, showcasing remarkable athleticism." The air seemed to carry the weight of unspoken expectations as the trio navigated the complexities of introductions in the vibrant courtyard of First High School.
She then turned to Leo and spoke to him in Japanese. "This is Sallie Mae Salcedo; he came here from the Federal Republic of the Philippines. We met at the café the other day, and he is a magician." The revelation of Sallie's origins and magical prowess added a layer of intrigue to the unfolding dynamics in the courtyard, as Honoka navigated the delicate balance between languages and connections.
Sallie graciously accepted Leo's handshake, a respectful nod accompanying the gesture. "It's a pleasure to meet someone like you, Saijou-san. Your physical prowess is quite evident, especially considering your height."
Honoka smoothly translated Sallie's compliment into Japanese for Leonhardt, ensuring the seamless exchange of pleasantries.
In response, Leonhardt's smile radiated genuine warmth. "Thank you so much, Sallie-kun. You're from the Federal Republic, right? And you're a magician, that's quite the combination. It's genuinely nice to meet you, Salcedo-kun."
Honoka conveyed the sentiment in English to Sallie, maintaining the intricate dance of languages that bound the trio in a unique camaraderie beneath the canopy of First High School's emblem.
Surprise rippled through the gathered students as they witnessed Honoka effortlessly translating the conversation between Sallie, Leo, and herself. Eyes widened, and whispers exchanged in hushed tones echoed the unexpected revelation, painting Honoka as the linguistic bridge weaving connections among the diverse group. The courtyard, once filled with curiosity and speculation, now buzzed with a newfound appreciation for the seamless interplay of languages and shared understanding.
"One question, Sallie-kun. Why are you wearing a different uniform? Did you get lost to the wrong institution?"
As Leonhardt posed the question in Japanese, the courtyard held its collective breath, awaiting Sallie's response. Honoka smoothly translated the inquiry, her words resonating through the vibrant air.
Sallie, standing beneath the emblem of First High School, responded with a mix of sincerity and lightness. "My intentions were true, friend. I wasn't lost or anything... Let me fill you in on the details; someone in charge here made an exception. Let's just say that I don't have that color that you guys are wearing."
The revelation, carried on the wings of translation, painted a vivid picture of an exception made for Sallie's unique circumstances. The courtyard, now a witness to this narrative, held a collective understanding that transcended language barriers.
Leonhardt's inquiry cut through the air, filled with genuine curiosity. "I see now... Well, in that case, what course are you in?" The courtyard, teeming with anticipation, awaited Sallie's response.
Honoka, the linguistic conduit between them, disclosed the details in Japanese. "He passed and made it here at this school. Although his scores are low, he will be placed in the weed class."
Whispers erupted like a sudden breeze through the assembled students, their faces reflecting surprise and curiosity. The revelation of Sallie's placement in the weed class transformed the courtyard into a stage for reactions, as the news resonated among the gathering, leaving an indelible mark on the tapestry of First High School's daily tales.
"Weed class? Did I hear that right?"
"I thought only the best get into Course 1. What's he doing here?"
"Isn't that unusual? A Federal Republic magician in the weed class?"
"Wonder how he got in with low scores."
"Wait, the guy in the blue coat is headed to the weed class?"
"I didn't expect an English-speaking student to end up there."
"Is this some kind of exception or mistake?"
"I heard he's a Federal Republic magician. How does someone like that end up in the weed class?"
The courtyard, once abuzz with intrigue, now hummed with a mix of surprise and confusion as the news of Sallie's placement in the weed class spread among the students.
Honoka smoothly shifted the conversation into English, her question hanging in the air with a blend of curiosity and expectation. "So anyway, Sallie-kun, you happen to have a C.A.D with you, right?"
Sallie's response was accompanied by a subtle theatricality as he turned his attention to the sleek black design of his briefcase. "It's right here. And it's in the briefcase of mine." The briefcase, a mysterious repository of both magical energy and enigmatic contents, exuded an air of significance, capturing the attention of those present in the courtyard. The unfolding scene hinted at an impending revelation, wrapped in the aura of Sallie's unique presence at First High School.
Leonhardt's question hung in the air, and Honoka seamlessly translated the inquiry into English. "So this briefcase of yours is a C.A.D, right? Like, how does it work...? Do you have any other weapons that are infused with a C.A.D, right?"
Sallie, standing amidst the intrigued audience, took a moment to reveal the magical secrets hidden within the sleek black design. "The weapon right here is a C.A.D, and it's inside this briefcase. And also... This is a C.A.D too." He pointed with a sense of theatricality to the mysterious briefcase, hinting at the concealed magical essence within its depths. The courtyard, now an arena for magical intrigue, absorbed the revelation, leaving an indelible mark on the unfolding tale of Sallie at First High School.
"Why...? You don't believe me? You want me to prove it to you...?"
Sallie, noticing Leonhardt's curiosity about his C.A.D-infused briefcase, tilted his head in a gesture of mild confusion.
The weight of Honoka's inquiry resonated in the courtyard, the seriousness in her tone cutting through the casual atmosphere. "There's no need for that, Sallie-kun... And speaking of which... Did Shizuku-chan tell you that you need to have some kind of translation device with you? Do you have one?"
Sallie, aware of possessing a translation device but reluctant to disclose its presence, shifted his gaze away. "I forgot to bring it..." The admission, punctuated by a tinge of regret, cast a subtle shadow over the conversation.
Honoka's frustration, like a tempest, erupted, and she stomped her feet in visible agitation. "You idiot... Of all the places, since you came here in Japan and enrolled here in First High? How could you come here if you never understand Japanese!? I already told you countless times!!"
Sallie, sensing the tension, raised both hands in a placating gesture, attempting to defuse the escalating emotions. "There is no need for that--"
"Saying that is not an answer!!" Honoka's voice rang out, her frustration and disappointment echoing in the courtyard.
"Hey Mitsui-chan, what's going on here?" Leonhardt asked her.
Honoka, translating Honoka's frustration into Japanese, conveyed the intensity of the moment. "Sallie forgot to bring a translation device. I've reminded him countless times, and now he's struggling to understand Japanese, causing unnecessary complications."
Leonhardt's frustration echoed in the courtyard, his words carrying the weight of disappointment. "Is this true... You should've... Like, how can we understand what you were saying? And also, how can you possibly do if none of these guys can speak English?" The atmosphere, once charged with curiosity, now held a tense undertone as the complexities of language barriers unraveled.
Honoka, embodying the shared frustration, translated Leonhardt's words into English for Sallie.
"Let's go, Leo," Honoka declared, her frustration evident as she turned to leave.
"Umm... Where are you guys going?" Sallie inquired, a note of confusion in his voice.
"If you don't understand Japanese, you figure it out yourself!!!" Honoka erupted, her frustration reaching a peak as she yelled loudly before storming away, leaving behind the echo of stomping feet. Leonhardt shared a glance with Sallie, a momentary exchange of understanding, before following Honoka toward the auditorium.
"The announcement said that you need to go to the auditorium," a hushed English voice reached Sallie from behind. Startled, he turned around to find Shizuku standing there in her school uniform.
"Kitayama-san? You're here too?" Sallie asked, a mix of surprise and relief in his tone.
"I overheard this kind of spectacle, Salcedo-kun... Like I always told you before, you need some tools to help you along the way?" Shizuku said, her expression revealing a blend of concern and understanding.
"I'm aware... But as a spy, I will not disclose it to anyone, lest they know I'm a creeper without their consent." Sallie shrugged, injecting a touch of humor into the conversation amid the challenges of language and communication.
"You really think so?" Shizuku questioned.
"Well... I have nothing to say," Sallie replied, looking away, a tinge of sadness in his demeanor.
"It's about Mitsui-chan. I see that she is upset with you?" Shizuku observed, her tone carrying a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Is there something wrong with her?" Sallie asked, genuine concern reflecting in his eyes.
"You remember what you said to us during that time at the cafe? She doesn't forgive you for what you said about the haunted hotel incident. This is the reason why you wanted to gather some information via finding out connections between the Ten Master Clans. Sadly for me, Yakumo-san was correct. You're in the right place," Shizuku explained, her gaze directed at the ground.
"I'm sorry about her... I didn't intend to hurt her by saying anything that I could avoid to make her hurt," Sallie expressed, his voice carrying a genuine sense of regret.
"It's fine. I know what you had to do at that point. You wanted to find out what they did to you. And that's that," Shizuku reassured him, her understanding tone a balm to the conversation.
"Thanks, Shizuku. I really mean what you said," Sallie smiled, a moment of gratitude passing between them, breaking through the tension.
"You better head there if you don't want to give yourself a detention for not attending. If you need help with some things you can't handle, just let me know. Alright," Shizuku assured, offering her support in the face of the challenges Sallie might encounter.
Sallie nodded appreciatively before the two exchanged numbers, a symbolic gesture of solidarity, before he made his way towards the auditorium.
Shizuku stood in the courtyard, her eyes following Sallie's figure as he ran towards the building where everyone was headed. The echoes of their conversation lingered in the air, and a sense of quiet anticipation settled over the courtyard. The sunlight filtered through the cherry blossoms, casting a gentle glow on the surroundings.
As Sallie disappeared into the building, Shizuku took a moment to reflect, her thoughts a subtle interplay of understanding and empathy.
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The auditorium in the school boasted a spacious design with tiered seating, accommodating a substantial audience. The walls adorned with magical symbols reflected the advanced and technologically infused nature of the magical high school. The stage at the front was equipped with holographic displays for showcasing magical performances and competitions. Dynamic lighting adjusted to the magical displays, creating an immersive atmosphere during events. The meticulous attention to detail brought the auditorium to life as a central hub for magical activities within the school.
Sallie, being the last to enter the auditorium, observed everyone already seated, their eyes fixed on the stage. The anticipation in the air was palpable as the freshmen prepared to be welcomed into the vibrant magical community of First High School.
All eyes in the auditorium turned towards Sallie, his unique and distinctly colored uniform setting him apart from the others. A ripple of confusion passed through the audience as they took in the unexpected deviation from the standard uniform. The air was charged with curiosity and intrigue, creating a momentary pause in the proceedings as Sallie stood, unwittingly becoming the focal point of attention within the enchanted atmosphere of the auditorium.
Standing in the spotlight of attention, couldn't help but wonder why everyone was looking at him with suspicious concern. The unique colors of his uniform seemed to invite misconceptions, and he could sense the unspoken question in the air – whether he had mistakenly entered the wrong institution. A tinge of unease crept into his thoughts as he navigated the sea of gazes fixated on him, grappling with the unintended spotlight he found himself in within the auditorium.
Choosing to ignore the lingering stares and murmurs, Sallie scanned the auditorium for a vacant seat. After a brief moment, he found one and settled between two girls dressed in white with black ties, both adorned in green coats. The contrast between his multicolored uniform and their more traditional attire created a visually striking tableau as he sought solace in the familiarity of an occupied seat amidst the curious gazes surrounding him.
"Did he get lost? His uniform is like nothing I've seen before."
"Maybe he's in the wrong school. Look at everyone else's uniform."
"Is he some kind of transfer student?"
"I heard he's a magician. That might explain the strange uniform."
"I hope he knows he's in First High School, not some magical carnival."
"Wonder if the teachers will address this. It's quite a scene."
Sallie, feeling the weight of the whispers and curious gazes, closed his eyes and sighed through his nose, choosing to maintain composure and avoid unintentionally becoming a distraction. The rhythmic sound of his controlled exhale served as a personal anchor, allowing him to navigate the sea of speculation and keep his focus amidst the unfolding scene in the auditorium.
"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed faculty, and our distinguished students, welcome to First High School. Let's all welcome our freshman students for the start of the school year."
Applause resonates through the auditorium as the focus shifts to the stage, where the freshmen are acknowledged with a warm welcome. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation as the school year officially commences, and the collective applause becomes a unifying gesture of support and enthusiasm for the exciting journey ahead.
"Today marks the beginning of a new chapter for our incoming students, and we are thrilled to have you all here."
"Throughout your time at First High, you'll embark on a journey of magical discovery, academic excellence, and personal growth."
"We encourage you to explore the myriad opportunities and resources available, fostering your magical talents and forging lasting connections."
"This year promises exciting events, competitions, and educational experiences that will enrich your magical education."
"Once again, welcome to First High School! May your time here be filled with knowledge, friendship, and magical achievements!"
As the applause echoed through the auditorium once again, Sallie chose to join in, blending his applause with the enthusiastic energy of the crowd. Despite the earlier attention on him, he became part of the collective welcome, acknowledging the shared excitement for the journey that lay ahead at First High School. The auditorium reverberated with a sense of unity and anticipation as the freshmen embraced the beginning of their magical education.
"Now, it is our honor to introduce one of First High School's exceptional students. Please welcome Miyuki Shiba, a sophomore from Bloom Class!"
The applause reverberates through the auditorium, a harmonious symphony of appreciation as Miyuki Shiba steps onto the stage. Her black, lustrous hair cascades down with meticulous grace, framing her face adorned with straight, elegant bangs. Her porcelain-like skin and poised demeanor emanate an air of sophistication.
In her standard First High School uniform, Miyuki is a vision of refinement, the blue detailed snowflakes below her pristine white dress adding a touch of intricacy to her ensemble. The auditorium, bathed in the glow of anticipation, witnesses a moment frozen in time as Miyuki becomes the embodiment of excellence within First High School.
The collective gaze of the audience is captivated by Miyuki's presence, a symbol of what academic and magical achievement can aspire to be. The freshmen, wide-eyed and inspired, absorb the essence of Miyuki's introduction, setting a high standard for the magical journey that awaits them at First High School.
Flashback
"Shiba Clan, Identified by their exceptional skills in using unconventional magic such as Decomposition and Material Burst spells."
"These clans hold great authority, and understanding their strengths will be crucial in navigating the complexities of First High School and uncovering any connections to the criminal organization," Shizuku concluded.
She continued, emphasizing the risks Sallie should consider. "There are several risks you should consider, Sallie-kun. First, the Ten Master Clans hold significant influence and power within the magical community. If they discover your investigation, they may view it as an intrusion and react with hostility or suspicion."
End of Flashback.
Sallie widened his eyes, a moment of realization and connection forming in his mind. The mention of the Shiba Clan and their association with unconventional magic sparked a surge of recognition, as if he had stumbled upon a piece of the puzzle that connected to his investigation. The auditorium's ambient sounds faded momentarily as his thoughts delved into the implications of this newfound revelation.
As the mention of the Shiba Clan echoed in Sallie's mind, he connected the dots. "So, this must be the Shiba Clan that Kitayama-san mentioned about. This means that girl is one of the Shiba family clan," Sallie thought, his realization forming a silent revelation within the confines of his introspective contemplation. The recognition of Miyuki Shiba as a member of the influential Shiba Clan added a layer of complexity to the intricate web of connections he sought to unravel within the mysterious realm of First High School.
"Greetings, fellow students and esteemed faculty. It's a pleasure to stand before you as a representative of Bloom Class. My name is Miyuki Shiba," she introduced herself, and a wave of applause cascaded through the auditorium. The freshmen, caught in the aura of Miyuki's graceful presence, joined the applause, welcoming her introduction with a sense of admiration and respect.
"As you embark on your journey here, remember that First High is not just a school; it's a community where each of you plays a vital role," Miyuki continued, her words resonating with warmth and guidance. "Our seniors and faculty are here to guide and support you. Embrace the challenges, seek knowledge, and forge bonds that will last a lifetime."
"This institution is not just about honing your magical abilities but also understanding the importance of unity and cooperation."
"As you navigate through your courses and magical studies, remember that every challenge is an opportunity for growth."
"Whether you're in Bloom Class or any other, each class contributes to the unique tapestry of First High's magical community."
"I encourage you to participate in school events, collaborate with your fellow students, and explore the diverse aspects of magical education."
"Together, we can create a harmonious environment where everyone's talents shine, and each individual contributes to the collective brilliance of First High."
"Once again, welcome to this extraordinary journey. May your time here be filled not just with achievements but with cherished memories and lifelong friendships."
The applause intensifies as Miyuki concludes her inspiring words, leaving an imprint of wisdom and encouragement in the hearts of the freshmen.
Miyuki, after delivering her eloquent speech, gracefully bowed, her discerning eyes catching sight of someone adorned in a distinct blue coat. "Um... Excuse me... Mister..."
A ripple of surprise and confusion permeated the auditorium as Miyuki addressed the individual in the unconventional uniform.
"You happened to enter the wrong institution, didn't you? This is First High School. We do not encourage anyone who is lost on the way here," Miyuki spoke, her tone carrying a mix of curiosity and concern. The enigmatic exchange between Miyuki and the newcomer in the kaleidoscopic uniform left the audience in suspense, their collective gaze oscillating between the poised sophomore and the intriguing figure who seemed oblivious to the language spoken.
The atmosphere in the auditorium grew charged with curiosity and intrigue as Miyuki's eyes fell upon Sallie, the enigmatic figure in the kaleidoscopic uniform. Everyone's attention pivoted towards him, their collective gaze fixated on the perplexed newcomer who seemed lost in the sea of unfamiliar Japanese words.
Sallie, unable to decipher the language, found himself caught in a silent symphony of stares. His eyes darted left and right, attempting to make sense of the sudden scrutiny. The air held a palpable tension, each gaze in the auditorium an unspoken question, leaving Sallie stranded in the midst of a linguistic barrier, oblivious to the attention he unwittingly garnered.
"Did you get lost, newcomer? Are you a freshman, right?" Miyuki's voice resonated once again from the stage, addressing Sallie in the kaleidoscopic uniform. His perplexed expression remained, a silent response to a question he couldn't comprehend.
The auditorium buzzed with subdued whispers and exchanged glances, the collective curiosity intensifying. Miyuki's poised inquiry contrasted with Sallie's evident confusion, creating a tableau of cultural divergence in the heart of First High School's welcoming ceremony. The air held a charged energy, as if awaiting a revelation that lingered just beyond the linguistic barrier separating Miyuki and the colorful newcomer.
"Do you think he even understands what she's saying?"
"Maybe he's from a different country or something."
"Look at his uniform; it's like a rainbow. What's up with that?"
"I heard someone say he's a freshman. How did he even get in without understanding Japanese?"
"This is so strange. Is he really lost?"
The auditorium echoed with a chorus of voices, each attempting to bridge the gap with the newcomer in the kaleidoscopic uniform.
"Hey, are you okay? She's asking if you're a freshman," a male 2nd-year student called out from the 2nd floor, his voice resonating with concern.
"Come on, say something. Maybe he doesn't understand Japanese?" a girl observed from a far distance, her brows furrowed in perplexity.
"What's the deal with that uniform? Is he in some special program or club?" one of the 2nd-year students queried, the mystery of the vibrant attire adding an extra layer of intrigue.
"If you're lost, just nod or shake your head. It can't be that hard," a girl leaned right, peering at Sallie with a serious expression, her attempt at simplifying communication met with uncertainty.
Amidst the genuine efforts to reach out, Sallie remained ensconced in a realm of linguistic isolation, the currents of misunderstanding swirling around him in the auditorium's charged atmosphere.
As Miyuki continued to address the enigmatic newcomer, a sudden disruption caught her attention. A laser beam, originating from the 2nd floor, momentarily blinded her. Blinking in surprise, she quickly located the source and found Shizuku, who was skillfully manipulating the laser to convey a message.
Intricately formed kanji characters danced in the air, communicating a clear message to Miyuki. Shizuku's silent signal revealed the newcomer's predicament—he was new to the school and unable to speak Japanese. Understanding dawned upon Miyuki as she processed the information, a bridge of comprehension built through the unspoken language of symbols.
"Hey, are you new here? And you happen to be a freshman, right? Someone said that you passed the entrance exam and went to Weed Class. Is that true that you came here with a different uniform? Is there any reason why you came here? Many people around you were confused, thinking that you were lost."
Miyuki's words, spoken in clear and measured English, reached Sallie, cutting through the language barrier that had surrounded him. The auditorium, once filled with whispers and speculation, now hushed as Miyuki sought answers from the newcomer in the kaleidoscopic uniform. The spotlight shifted, and all eyes were on Sallie as he faced the questions, the unspoken tension of the moment hanging in the air.
"Yeah... But there is a reason why I came here... And trust me... I'm not lost or entering the wrong institution or something. I came to the right place. Hear me out, alright?" Sallie responded, determination in his voice.
Miyuki leaned in, intrigued. "What is it?" The auditorium held its breath, awaiting the revelation behind the enigmatic newcomer's unconventional entrance to First High School.
"The reason why I came here is that one of the relatives of yours from the Hierarchy Clan made an exception. They allowed me to attend in a different uniform," Sallie explained, his voice resonating through the auditorium.
As Miyuki processed this revelation, her eyes widened in shock, a hand instinctively covering her mouth. The mention of the Yotsuba Clan rippled through the crowd, sparking whispers and exchanged glances among the students. The air in the auditorium crackled with surprise and disbelief, the unexpected connection to the Ten Master Clans casting a veil of intrigue over Sallie's presence at First High School. The unfolding mystery deepened, leaving the audience captivated by the unexpected turn of events.
Miyuki, her voice clear and composed, bridged the language gap with her translation. "Sallie mentioned that he came here because a relative from the Yotsuba Clan, one of the Ten Master Clans, made an exception for him to attend in a different uniform. There seems to be a unique connection between him and the Yotsuba Clan, and we'll need to unravel the details as we go forward."
The auditorium, once filled with whispers, now held a collective anticipation as the students tried to grasp the significance of Sallie's connection to the prestigious Yotsuba Clan. The air was charged with curiosity, and the mystery surrounding the newcomer deepened with every passing moment.
"Did he just say the Yotsuba Clan? That's one of the Ten Master Clans!" The revelation sparked a flurry of exchanged glances among the students.
"An exception for a different uniform? What kind of connection does he have with the Yotsuba Clan?" The mystery deepened as students speculated on the nature of Sallie's ties to such a prestigious magical lineage.
"This just got way more interesting. I wonder what role he plays in all of this." The intrigue heightened, students contemplating the enigma that had unfolded in the auditorium.
"Yotsuba Clan making exceptions? This is unheard of!" A student couldn't contain their surprise, the rarity of such an occurrence echoing through the crowd.
"I bet there's more to this story. How does he know someone from the Ten Master Clans?" Whispers and conjectures filled the air as the students grappled with the unexpected layers of Sallie's connection to the illustrious Yotsuba Clan.