In the enigmatic confines of the white room, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, the revered "Masterpiece of the demonic 4th generation," undergoes rigorous training. But when the military raids the facility, Ayanokouji is finally freed from its grip.
However, spe...
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- Start of 3rd Arc -
After the incident a few days back, I returned to school as if nothing had happened. I aimed to resume my high school life with the hope of finally finding tranquility amidst the chaos that had unfolded.
I walked through the familiar corridors of the school, and I observed my fellow students going about their daily routines, oblivious to the events that had transpired. Their lives carried on undisturbed, their laughter and chatter filling the air. It was a stark contrast to the calculated actions I had taken to protect Karuizawa and her mother.
I entered the classroom, my footsteps quiet and purposeful. Karuizawa, already settled at her desk, glanced at me briefly before quickly diverting her gaze. The unspoken tension between us hung in the air, a silent reminder of the recent events that had unfolded.
As the bell rang, signaling the start of homeroom, our attention shifted to the front of the classroom. The teacher, a stoic figure with an air of authority, stood before us, ready to deliver an important message.
"Good morning, everyone," the teacher's voice resonated through the room, commanding attention. "I hope you all had a productive weekend. I have an announcement to make."
The classroom grew still, all eyes focused on the teacher, including mine. I listened intently, my expression unchanged, as he continued.
"In two weeks' time, we will be conducting our Mid Exams," the teacher declared, his words carrying weight. "These exams will assess your understanding of the material covered so far this trimester."
The news was met with a mix of reactions from my classmates. Some exchanged worried glances, while others seemed unfazed, confident in their abilities. As for me, the prospect of exams held little significance. The material presented before me felt rudimentary, a mere shadow of the knowledge I had acquired in the white room, and securing the top position in the school would be an effortless feat.
However, Chabasira's cautionary words resonated in my thoughts. Drawing too much attention would undoubtedly complicate matters, potentially unraveling the delicate balance I sought to maintain. I understood the necessity of staying under the radar, keeping my capabilities concealed from prying eyes.
I nodded silently to myself, in agreement with Chabasira's advice. In truth, I had no desire to gather unnecessary attention. It was in my best interest to remain inconspicuous, navigating the halls of the school unnoticed, like a silent observer. But that did not mean I would settle for mediocrity.
My goal crystallized within my mind. While I would refrain from aiming for the top spot, I would aim toward achieving a position within the top 10% of the school. It was a prudent compromise, allowing me to demonstrate my abilities while avoiding undue scrutiny.
