Unbeknownst Tragedy [Classroom of the Elite]
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    Unbeknownst Tragedy [Classroom of the Elite]

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    [The White Room] She shall die. He shall not react. Why? Because he is unbeknownst to such Tragedy. [Classroom of the Elite]

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    “Next up, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.” 
    Standing before him, 
    do I wait for my result. 
    “Full marks again, well done. As expected from the specimen deriving from the director's Genes.” 
    I see, full marks again. 
    The test was slightly difficult than usual, but not even a breeze could describe its level of difficulty. 
    Everything here is too easy. 
    Give me a challenge. 
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    “Next up, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.” 
    I stand under the chin of the man, and wait. 
    “Full marks once again. I guess it's becoming a routine now.” 
    Again, huh? 
    Why are you happy? 
    Why are you smiling at me? 
    Is this... not boring for you?
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    “Kiyotaka, well done.” 
    I look up. 
    “Father?” 
    He kneels down, “You must continue to rise, even if chains hold you down. Use your immense wisdom; destroy anything that comes to your way. The purpose of your existence relies on your wisdom, none other, none else. Do not seek for any more than that, my son.” 
    The same talk.
    "Do not forget your mission." 
    The same words.
    "You belong to none other-... 
    The same mouth.
    Than me." 
    The same sickening countenance.
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    “I get it, can I go now?” 
    “Hm?” 
    “I feel tired.” 
    “Tired, huh?” 
    “My vision is hazy, my hearing is muffled. My brain expended a little bit more energy than usual, and it has given arise to new forms of strain. And I haven’t slept in 4 days. Can I sleep again, father. 
    Can I... die again?” 
    He smiles, 
    “Then go. Go back to your cell. 
    Sleep well, Kiyotaka.” 
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    If light permeates, whilst darkness swallows. 
    Then why does life feel most comfortable within the darkness of this cell? And why is life uncomfortable within the brightness of that place?
    The darkness of this cell... 
    Where imaginations flutter, with the mind eluding from the strains of knowledge. 
    Peace. 
    Quiet. 
    As if this place holds a minor sense of freedom. 
    The freedom that room does not offer. 
    “Ayanokoji?” 
    Happiness... 
    “Ayanokoji?” 
    Sorrow... 
    “Hey, Ayanokoji!”
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