Headmaster Osmond sat in his office, hunched over his large mahogany desk, his wrinkled fingers idly tracing the edge of a dusty tome. The room was filled with the scent of old parchment and candle wax, and the gentle crackling of the fire in the hearth provided a comforting background to the otherwise still space. His glasses, perched low on his nose, were smudged slightly as he squinted at the text before him. Osmond had been attempting to lose himself in words, to momentarily escape the pressures of running the academy. Still, his mind drifted back to more pressing matters—specifically, the increasing unease around Louise's familiar.
A sudden knock at the door broke his reverie.
"Come in," Osmond called, his voice gruff but not unkind.
The door creaked open, and Professor Colbert stepped inside, his face lined with concern. He held a letter in his hand, the wax seal still intact. Osmond looked up, noting the seriousness in Colbert's expression.
"Headmaster," Colbert began, walking toward the desk deliberately. "I've just received a letter that I think you'll want to see immediately."
Osmond raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "A letter? Who from, Colbert?"
Without a word, Colbert handed the envelope to Osmond. The headmaster glanced at the seal—a royal emblem. His curiosity piqued, he carefully broke the wax and unfolded the letter. His eyes scanned the neat, elegant handwriting, but as he read further, his expression shifted from curiosity to confusion.
"It's from Princess Henrietta," Osmond murmured aloud, looking up at Colbert. "She's... coming here? To the academy?"
Colbert nodded, folding his arms across his chest. "That's right. The letter states that the princess will arrive soon, but it doesn't specify exactly why she's coming."
Osmond set the letter down on the desk, his brow furrowed in thought. "This is highly unusual. The princess doesn't visit the academy without good reason, and yet... there's no mention of what this visit is about. Just that she's coming." He stroked his beard thoughtfully. "What could possibly bring her here?"
Colbert shifted uneasily. "I don't know, Headmaster, but I'm concerned. There have been whispers in the court, unrest in the kingdom... it could be related to any number of things."
Osmond sighed, pushing his chair back and standing up slowly. "If the princess is coming, we need to be prepared—no matter the reason for her visit. And if it's urgent enough for her to come here personally..." His voice trailed off, the implication hanging heavy in the air.
Colbert nodded in agreement. "There's another matter we must consider, Headmaster," he said, lowering his voice. "Louise's familiar... Broly. If the princess catches wind of his presence or learns of his... nature, it could complicate things. I'm not sure we're ready to explain him to someone of her status."
Osmond glanced toward the window, where the evening light was fading. His expression darkened slightly. "Yes... Broly. That familiar is unlike anything we've ever encountered. His power is beyond our understanding, and I'm not convinced we can control it fully. If the princess becomes involved..." He paused, his tone serious. "We must be cautious."
At that moment, the door to the office opened again, and Longueville, Osmond's assistant, stepped into the room. She wore her usual composed expression, though there was a glint of curiosity in her eyes.
"Headmaster," she said, bowing slightly as she approached. "You called for me?"
Osmond turned to her, his gaze steady. "Longueville, I need you to make preparations. Princess Henrietta will arrive at the academy shortly, though we're unsure of the exact timing. We must be ready to receive her with the utmost care."
Longueville's eyes flickered with surprise briefly, though she masked it quickly. "Princess Henrietta is coming here?" she asked, her voice calm but with a hint of intrigue.
"Yes," Osmond confirmed, nodding. "And we don't know why. I trust you to ensure that everything is in order for her arrival. We'll need the dormitories prepared, meals arranged, and... it's best if we keep this visit discreet for now."
Longueville bowed her head, her mind already racing with thoughts. "Of course, Headmaster. I'll see to it immediately."
As she turned to leave, Osmond's voice stopped her. "And, Longueville," he added, his tone lower, "for whatever reason the princess is coming, we must be cautious of... certain matters." His eyes flicked briefly to Colbert, and Longueville caught the unspoken message. She knew exactly what "certain matters" referred to.
"Broly," Longueville thought to herself, her face betraying no emotion as she nodded. "I understand, Headmaster."
As she exited the office and made her way down the hallway, however, her thoughts turned inward. Her mind was already working through the implications of Henrietta's unexpected visit. This could complicate her plans, especially if the princess's arrival disrupted the delicate balance she maintained at the academy. Broly was already a potential wild card, a force of unimaginable power and one that she had hoped to use to her advantage.
But now, with Henrietta coming, things would need to be moved up. A visit from the princess could bring unwanted scrutiny. Longueville couldn't risk her plan being exposed too soon.
Still, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Henrietta's arrival might not be a disaster after all. In fact, with the right moves, this could play directly into her hands. A plan was already forming in her mind to turn the situation to her benefit. Broly's instability, his uncontrollable nature, and his growing frustrations with Louise were all things she could manipulate. If she acted quickly, she could use the chaos to further her goals.
"Yes," she thought to herself, her eyes gleaming as she walked through the corridors, "this might work out better than I expected."
Longueville quickened her pace and her mindset on the steps she would need to take. She had to accelerate her plan, and if that meant using Broly's unpredictable nature to her advantage, so be it. It would only make things more interesting.
Meanwhile, back in Osmond's office, the headmaster and Professor Colbert remained silent. Osmond paced slowly behind his desk, his hands clasped behind his back as he considered the possible reasons for the princess's visit.
"What do you think, Colbert?" Osmond asked after a long pause, turning to face his colleague. "Do you think this has to do with the recent unrest in the kingdom?"
Colbert shook his head slowly. "It's hard to say, Headmaster. But it's clear that whatever the reason, it's urgent enough for her to come here personally. We must be prepared for anything."
Osmond nodded gravely. "Indeed. But we must also tread carefully. If this visit involves matters beyond our control, especially with Broly, we cannot afford to make mistakes."
The headmaster sighed heavily, looking again at the fading light outside the window. "We will receive her with the respect she deserves, but we must be vigilant. Something tells me that this visit is not just a matter of protocol."
Colbert remained silent, his thoughts mirroring those of the headmaster. Both men knew that the coming days would be filled with uncertainty, and whatever Princess Henrietta's reasons were for visiting the academy, they could only hope they were prepared for what was to come.
Meanwhile, down the halls, Longueville was already putting her plan into motion, her mind buzzing with possibilities. The pieces were all falling into place, and soon, the academy would be the perfect stage for the chaos she intended to unleash. All she needed was the right moment—and with Broly's unpredictable nature, that moment could come sooner than anyone expected.
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Tristain Academy, casting long shafts of light across the stone floors as Louise made her way to the dining hall for breakfast. Her familiar, Broly, followed behind her, his massive frame casting an even longer shadow that seemed to swallow everything in its path. His usual expression of simmering rage had dulled somewhat, replaced with a grim look of restrained frustration.
Louise, on the other hand, had regained her usual air of confidence after the unsettling events of the previous night. Despite the chaos Broly had caused in his sleep, she was determined to continue as if nothing unusual had happened. After all, she couldn't afford to show any weakness, especially now that her classmates were starting to pay more attention to her.
As they walked through the winding corridors, the soft murmur of students' voices reached her ears. Groups of students passed by, their conversations filled with excitement and curiosity. Louise caught snippets of what they were saying and quickly realized they were all talking about the same thing: the "earthquake" that had shaken the academy last night.
"I swear, I thought the whole tower was going to collapse!" one student said, his voice filled with exaggerated awe.
"Yeah, me too! Did you hear it came from one of the dorms?" another replied.
"I heard it was some kind of magical backlash," a third student said. "Maybe someone tried a spell that went wrong?"
Louise's face flushed slightly as she overheard the rumors, her eyes darting around nervously. She knew exactly what had caused the "earthquake," but there was no way she would admit it. The last thing she needed was for everyone to ask questions about Broly.
Beside her, Broly walked in stony silence, his usual scowl fixed on his face. The conversations around him barely registered. He was, as always, seething beneath the surface. Lately, however, constant anger has begun to wear on him. He was tired—tired of feeling like a caged animal, tired of being forced to follow the orders of someone he barely acknowledged. The mark on his hand still burned with its cursed restraint, and even though his power was kept in check, the energy bubbling inside him never disappeared.
Still, after everything, Broly found himself tolerating the situation. His anger, while ever-present, had dulled into a simmering, resentful frustration. He could crush the academy with a flick of his wrist, but the damned mark wouldn't let him, and he was starting to realize that wasting his energy on constant rage was pointless. For now, he would play along—barely.
Broly's attention drifted as they neared the dining hall entrance. He scanned the area, more out of habit than interest, when something—or rather, someone—caught his eye.
A young maid was working nearby, her dark hair tied neatly in a bun as she helped an older maid carry a heavy wooden crate. The older maid struggled with the crate's weight, but the young maid lifted it easily, her face calm and determined. The older woman thanked her with a smile and a relieved sigh.
"Oh, Siesta, you're a lifesaver," the older maid said, wiping sweat from her brow. "I don't know what I'd do without your strength. You always seem to make the hardest tasks look easy."
Siesta laughed lightly, brushing off the compliment with a shy smile. "It's no trouble at all. I guess I've always been a bit stronger than I look. My grandfather used to say I could break things without even trying."
Broly's eyes lingered on the girl. He didn't know why, but something about her caught his attention. There was something different about her—something that set her apart from the others. He could feel it, like a subtle pulse of energy, faint but noticeable. It wasn't the same as the magic that radiated from the students or even the headmaster. This was... different.
For the first time in a long while, Broly found himself genuinely curious.
Louise, noticing that Broly had slowed his pace, turned around and frowned at him. "Broly, hurry up! You're holding us up."
Broly didn't respond immediately. His eyes were still fixed on Siesta, studying her closely. The maid continued her work, completely unaware of the Saiyan's scrutiny, chatting cheerfully with her older companion. Broly's instincts told him that something about her was unusual, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It wasn't her strength—plenty of humans had above-average physical capabilities. No, it was something deeper, something in her energy.
"Broly," Louise said again, her voice sharper this time. "What are you staring at?"
Broly finally broke his gaze away from Siesta and grunted. "Nothing."
Louise huffed in irritation, her hands on her hips. "Well, let's go! We don't have all day, and I'm not missing breakfast just because you've decided to daydream."
Broly said nothing, his expression hardening once more as he resumed following her. But the curiosity lingered at the back of his mind. He didn't care much for the affairs of this world—Halkeginia was just another place to endure until he could find a way to escape. But that girl, Siesta... there was something about her. Something that tugged at his senses in a way that most others didn't.
As they entered the dining hall, Louise quickly returned to her usual seat, smiling at a few of the students who glanced her way. She was still riding high on the attention she had been receiving ever since she summoned Broly. Even though last night's incident had nearly spiraled out of control, she wasn't about to let it ruin her newfound confidence.
Broly stood off to the side, his arms crossed as he leaned against one of the large stone pillars near the entrance. He rarely sat with Louise during meals, mostly because he had no interest in the academy's food or in mingling with the other students. But today, his mind wasn't solely on the usual frustration and resentment. His thoughts kept drifting back to Siesta.
Louise began her meal, talking to the students around her with an air of superiority she didn't quite deserve, but Broly barely registered her voice. His senses were sharper than anyone around him realized, and now that they had been piqued, he couldn't help but reach out with his energy to get a better read on the maid he had seen.
"Strange," Broly muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the faint aura he had sensed from Siesta. It differed from the students and staff, almost like a hidden potential. But what was it?
Nearby, students continued chatting about the "earthquake" from the night before. One of the younger students, who had clearly heard the rumors, excitedly told his tablemates, "I heard there was an explosion of magical energy! They said someone was trying to summon something, and it went wrong."
Louise, overhearing the conversation, chuckled nervously to herself, her fork pausing midway to her mouth. She shot a quick glance at Broly, but he didn't seem to care about the rumors swirling around them. That, at least, was a relief. The last thing she needed was for him to get worked up in the middle of breakfast.
Broly's mind, however, remained on the maid. His instinct told him something was hidden there—something worth watching. He had no idea what it was yet, but in this world where everything seemed so small and irrelevant to him, this was the first time in a long while that something had caught his attention. Maybe, just maybe, it would give him an answer to the growing restlessness he felt inside.
The clattering of silverware and the hum of conversation filled the dining hall as students settled into their morning routines. Louise sat at her usual table, eating her breakfast delicately, her eyes occasionally flicking toward Broly, seated across from her. Unlike Louise, however, Broly devoured his meal with the ferocity that only a Saiyan could muster. Plates piled with food disappeared in minutes, his appetite seemingly endless.
Louise sighed loudly, exasperated by the sheer amount of food Broly was putting away. "Broly, seriously, do you have to eat so much?" she scolded, glaring at him over the rim of her teacup. "We're in a school, not some royal banquet hall. Save some for the rest of us!"
Broly paused momentarily, giving her a side-eyed glance, his fork halfway to his mouth. "You're the one who said to eat. I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry!" Louise retorted, crossing her arms. "It's like you're a bottomless pit!"
Broly didn't seem to care much for her complaints. He resumed eating, tearing into the bread and meat on his plate without a second thought. "I'm a Saiyan," he grunted between bites. "I need energy. You'd know that if you actually understood what you summoned."
Louise's face flushed with indignation. "Oh, don't start with that! I know plenty about familiars! You're just... abnormal."
Broly stopped chewing and fixed her with a hard stare, his eyes narrowing. "Abnormal? You're the one who can't even cast a spell, right? I'm just eating."
Louise bristled, clenching her fists on the table. "Excuse me? You're my familiar! You don't get to talk to me like that."
Broly leaned back slightly, still chewing, though his patience was clearly thin. "You summoned me, and now you can't deal with the fact that I'm not some weak, magical pet." He snorted, pushing his empty plate away. "You should've thought about that before."
The two stared each other down, the tension rising, but nothing new. Their bickering had become almost routine, each argument more of a sparring match of words than anything serious.
"You're unbelievable!" Louise huffed, picking up her cup and taking a large, exaggerated sip of tea as if to calm herself down. "It's like dealing with a child."
Broly's patience was worn thin, and his hunger was still gnawing at him, growling under his breath. "You're acting like a child, complaining about every little thing."
Louise slammed her teacup onto the table, the porcelain rattling. "Well, maybe if you weren't eating like a wild animal, I wouldn't have to complain!"
Their banter continued for a few minutes longer, drawing a few glances from the other students seated nearby, though no one dared interrupt. Eventually, Broly, still not fully satisfied but having cleared nearly half the food on the table, stood up. His hunger remained, though it was dulled somewhat by the argument.
"Let's go," Louise muttered, standing up as well, eager to finish the whole scene. "We've got things to do."
Still hungry and annoyed, Broly grunted in response but followed her as they left the dining hall. His mind, however, wasn't solely on his stomach anymore. That strange sense he'd picked up earlier—that faint energy from the maid—was still lingering in the back of his thoughts. He wasn't sure why it intrigued him, but he scanned the area as they walked, half-expecting to run into her again.
And as luck would have it, he did.
As they made their way through the hallways, Louise glanced up and spotted Siesta standing on a high ladder by a tall window. She was cleaning the glass, carefully wiping away the dirt and grime that had accumulated over time. Beside her, an older maid was giving instructions, though Siesta seemed to handle the task with ease.
"That maid again," Louise muttered to herself, her attention drawn for a moment before she shook her head, ready to continue walking. But then, something caught Broly's attention—something strange.
From the angle they were standing, Broly noticed a subtle movement along Siesta's waist. It was quick and barely noticeable, but his sharp eyes caught it. It was as if she was hiding something beneath her uniform—something that wrapped around her waist and moved almost imperceptibly.
His eyes narrowed, focusing on the spot. It looked like a tail. But not a regular tail—something much more familiar. His suspicions piqued, but before he could analyze it further, he saw Siesta wobble on the ladder. The ladder tilted precariously, and in a flash, Broly realized she was about to fall.
"Siesta!" the older maid called out in alarm.
Louise gasped, immediately turning to Broly, about to shout an order. "Broly, go—"
But before she could finish her sentence, Broly had already moved. In one swift motion, he launched forward, a blur of speed, as he dashed across the room and leaped into the air. Siesta had barely begun to fall when Broly was there, catching her in his arms with the ease of someone lifting a feather.
Siesta blinked, stunned and wide-eyed, as she realized what had just happened. The ladder clattered to the ground, but she was safely cradled in Broly's arms, her heart racing from the suddenness of it all.
"T-Thank you!" Siesta stammered, her face flushed with surprise and a bit of embarrassment. She looked up at Broly, her brown eyes wide with gratitude. "I thought I was going to fall!"
Broly looked down at her, his expression unreadable as always, though his mind was working. He hadn't saved her out of kindness or heroism—he saved her because he was curious. There was something about her, something he couldn't explain. The faint energy, the strange movement at her waist, and now this. It gnawed at him, making him want to know more.
"What's your name?" Broly asked bluntly, his voice low and rough.
Siesta blinked in surprise again, not expecting him to ask anything. "I-It's Siesta," she said, still a little flustered. "And... you're Broly, right? I've seen you around the academy."
Broly nodded, his eyes lingering on her waist for just a moment longer, though he didn't mention what he had seen. "You're different."
"Different?" Siesta asked, confused. "What do you mean?"
Broly didn't answer immediately, his thoughts turning over what he had noticed. Her energy was different from everyone else here—different from the students, from the teachers, even from Louise. And that tail, if that's what it was... he needed to know more.
Before he could say anything else, Louise came rushing over, her face flushed with both irritation and confusion. "Broly!" she called out, her hands on her hips. "I was going to order you to help her, but you didn't even wait for me to finish!"
Broly shrugged, still holding Siesta as he set her down gently on her feet. "I didn't need to wait."
Louise frowned, clearly baffled by the fact that Broly had acted without her command. It wasn't like him to jump into action without being forced to by the mark on his hand. She looked between him and Siesta, her mind racing. "But... why? You're not exactly known for caring about other people."
Broly glanced at Louise, his expression still unreadable. "I didn't do it for you."
Siesta, still standing nearby, felt a bit awkward but grateful all the same. "Thank you again, Broly," she said, her smile warm. "I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't caught me."
Broly gave a slight nod but said nothing more. His curiosity remained, but now wasn't the time to dig deeper. He would figure it out later—there was something strange about this girl, and he wasn't done yet.
Louise, meanwhile, was left standing there, trying to process the fact that Broly had acted of his own volition. It didn't make any sense to her. "Broly..." she started, her tone softer now, "You never do anything unless I tell you to. Why did you...?"
Broly ignored her question, his eyes still flicking toward Siesta as she picked up the cleaning supplies she had dropped. Louise's confusion only deepened as they began walking away from the scene, her thoughts swirling. Something had changed, and for once, she had no idea why.
As they continued down the hallway, Broly's mind remained focused on the maid. There was more to her than met the eye, and he was determined to find out what it was.
As Louise sat in class, her eyes occasionally flicking toward the window, her mind was elsewhere. She tried to focus on Professor Colbert's lecture about magical theory, but the events from earlier kept replaying in her head. Broly had saved Siesta without her ordering him to, which was completely out of character. Why had he done that? The question gnawed at her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Meanwhile, outside the classroom, Broly leaned against a stone wall, his arms crossed, his expression dark and annoyed as usual. His stomach growled loudly, and he scowled, cursing under his breath.
"Hungry again," he muttered, his voice low and rough. The food at breakfast hadn't been enough to satisfy him, and he had been hungry ever since they left the dining hall. His Saiyan metabolism demanded more, but being stuck here, playing Louise's familiar, meant he had to wait for her to finish her silly classes before he could even think about eating again.
As he stood there, brooding, his senses suddenly picked up a familiar energy approaching. It was faint but distinct, and as the presence grew closer, Broly recognized it instantly. It was Siesta. He frowned slightly, his curiosity piqued again, though he didn't show it. She was headed straight for him.
Moments later, Siesta appeared, carrying a tray of food. She smiled warmly when she saw Broly, seemingly unfazed by his imposing figure and constant scowl.
"Broly!" she called out cheerfully, walking up to him. "I brought you something to eat. I figured you might still be hungry after breakfast, and I wanted to thank you again for saving me earlier."
Broly's eyes flicked down to the tray, laden with bread, meat, and fruit, and his stomach growled even louder. He narrowed his eyes at Siesta, not particularly in the mood for company, but the smell of food was too tempting to ignore.
"Why are you bothering me?" Broly grumbled, though he snatched the tray from her hands anyway. "I didn't save you for this."
Siesta chuckled softly, not bothered by his harsh tone. "I know you didn't. But it's still nice to thank someone, right? Besides, you looked pretty hungry this morning."
Broly huffed and turned away, sitting down on a low stone ledge nearby as he began eating. He didn't bother thanking her, tearing into the food like a starving beast. Siesta watched him with amusement, her smile never fading despite his gruff demeanor.
After a few moments, Siesta broke the silence. "So, Broly... I've been curious. Where are you from? You're not like anyone else around here."
Broly, still chewing, shot her a sideways glance. "What does it matter? You wouldn't understand." His tone was dismissive, his irritation barely concealed.
Siesta tilted her head, undeterred by his cold response. "I don't know... I just thought maybe you'd want to talk about it. You seem... different."
Broly snorted. "That's an understatement."
Siesta laughed softly. "Well, you saved me from falling off that ladder, so I'd say you can't be all bad."
Broly stopped eating for a moment and turned to look at her, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "You think I'm kind?" he said, his voice filled with sarcasm. "I've destroyed entire planets. You think that makes me kind?"
Siesta shrugged, still smiling as she leaned against the wall. "Maybe. But there's a reason you saved me, right? And here you are, eating the food I brought you. You can act tough all you want, but I think there's more to you than that."
Broly let out a harsh laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're delusional."
Siesta didn't seem fazed by his reaction. She simply watched him, her expression calm and curious. "I don't know about that. You're different, sure, but... I think you're not as bad as you say you are."
Broly didn't respond immediately. He continued eating, though his thoughts were turning over her words. Her persistent kindness and calm demeanor were starting to irritate him, but he was also intrigued by her calmness in the face of his open hostility.
After a long pause, Broly looked at her again. "Where are you from?" he asked, changing the subject abruptly.
Siesta seemed caught off guard by the question but answered easily enough. "I'm from a small village called Tarbes. It's not far from here."
Broly studied her for a moment, still skeptical. There was something about her that didn't add up. His instincts told him she wasn't just some regular maid from a small village. That energy he had sensed earlier—the strange, faint power that clung to her—was still gnawing at him.
Without warning, Broly stood up, moving faster than Siesta could react. Before she knew it, his hand darted under the fabric of her uniform, reaching around her waist.
"Hey!" Siesta yelped, her face flushing bright red as she instinctively slapped his hand away. "What do you think you're doing?!"
But Broly wasn't deterred. He pulled his hand back, and when he did, he revealed what he had suspected all along—a tail. A brown, furry tail, coiled tightly around Siesta's waist, hidden beneath her clothes.
Siesta gasped, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. "What the—? How did you—?" She quickly grabbed the tail and tried to hide it again, her face burning with humiliation. "Y-You pervert!"
Broly ignored her outburst, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the tail. "So it's true," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "You're a Saiyan."
Siesta blinked, utterly confused. "A... what? What are you talking about?"
Broly stepped back, his mind racing. The possibility had crossed his mind earlier, but seeing the tail confirmed it. She was like him—a Saiyan. But how? How could there be another Saiyan on this world, let alone one who didn't even know what she was?
"You're a Saiyan," Broly repeated, his voice more serious now. "Like me."
Siesta shook her head, still clutching her tail protectively. "I don't know what you're talking about! I've always had this... but no one else in my family does—except my great-grandfather. He was the only one who had a tail like this."
Broly frowned, his curiosity deepening. If she didn't even know what a Saiyan was, then she must've been raised completely ignorant of her heritage. He wasn't sure whether that made her more dangerous or more vulnerable.
Siesta, meanwhile, was still fuming, glaring at him with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "You didn't have to go and grab me like that! What's wrong with you?"
Broly smirked, though there was little humor in his expression. "I needed to be sure."
Siesta scowled at him, clearly not amused. "Well, congratulations. You found out. Now if you don't mind, I'm leaving." She turned on her heel, clearly flustered, and started to walk away, her tail still tucked beneath her uniform.
Broly watched her go, his thoughts racing. Another Saiyan, here on this world. It made no sense, but it also couldn't be ignored. He didn't know how she had ended up here, but one thing was certain—this changed everything.
As Siesta disappeared around the corner, Broly crossed his arms, his mind still reeling from the revelation. He had thought he was the only one of his kind in this strange world, but now, there was someone else. Someone who didn't even know what she was.
For the first time since he had been summoned to this world, Broly felt a spark of something other than rage—a mixture of curiosity and confusion. Another Saiyan, here. This world wasn't as simple as it seemed.
But for now, he'd have to wait. Louise would be out of class soon, and the last thing he needed was more trouble.
Still, as he stood there, staring at the empty hallway where Siesta had just been, one thing was clear: this was only the beginning.
And there you have it, folks! An unexpected twist—Siesta is part Saiyan?! Who saw that coming? Looks like things just got a whole lot more interesting. What does this mean for Broly and the academy? Does that mean Siesta's great-grandfather was a Saiyan? More questions are popping up, and you'll have to stick around to find out what happens next! Stay tuned for more chaos!