A cacophony of voices filled the room as people shouted, argued, and pointed fingers, each blaming the other for the situation. The air cracked with frustration and resentment as the weight of being labeled as defectives, a collective failure, and the loss of points settled upon them like a suffocating fog.
Emotions ran high, fueling a sense of indignation and injustice that echoed in their passionate accusations.
Amidst the chaos, voices rose in protest, dissatisfied with the evaluation that had deemed them unworthy. In their hearts, a glimmer of defiance flickered, refusing to accept the damning verdict cast upon them.
"This doesn't make sense," shouted a bespectacled boy whose name I recall to be Yukimura Teruhiko, his voice cutting through the clamor.
"There's no way that I could be lumped in with these defective idiots. This has to be a mistake!"
"Hah!? What did you say, you bastard!?"
Sudou took that as a personal attack and confronted Yukimura. This made him actually take a step back, as he apparently didn't expect Sudou to react in such a manner.
"The hell's wrong with you, charging at me out of nowhere?"
"Out of nowhere? You clearly looked at me when you said, 'defective idiots!'"
"Tch! And so what? In this past month, you are the one who has incurred most of the deductions. You are always either absent, late, or sleeping in class. If not a defective idiot, then what are you!?"
The room teetered on the edge of eruption as the tension escalated between the two. Sparks of hostility hung in the air, threatening to ignite into a full-blown confrontation.
"You-"
"Enough!"
As Sudou raised his fist, ready to retaliate, Hirata's voice boomed in the classroom, cutting through the escalating confrontation.
All eyes turned towards him as he now stood behind the teacher's podium, his expression stern and resolute. Silence finally descended upon the room, as if held captive by Hirata's presence.
"Hirata, you don't get to tell me what to do!"
"Sudou."
Hirata's voice rang out with a firmness that sent shivers down the spines of those present. His eyes, once filled with warmth and kindness, now burned with an intense and commanding glare. They seemed to penetrate through the air, fixating unwaveringly on Sudou, their gaze filled with an unspoken challenge. In that moment, the familiar pacifist facade had crumbled away, revealing a hidden strength and authority that demanded obedience.
"Sit. Down."
Sudou, stunned by the stark contrast of what he had expected, found himself at a loss for words. His anger extinguished by sheer force and without a word, he reluctantly obeyed, taking his seat under the weight of Hirata's gaze.
"I know that all of you are upset, I am too. But this is not the time for us to be fighting against each other," his voice resonated with a touch of vulnerability. His eyes, once filled with an intimidating intensity, softened as he surveyed the crowd, ensuring their undivided attention.
"We are currently the weakest class, as much as I hate to say that, but that is the truth," he continued. "Other classes may mock us, but we cannot allow their perception to define us. We must prove them wrong by working together and earning the points necessary to ascend to class A.
As Hirata's imposing aura receded, the familiar charisma and warmth returned, reclaiming its place. His words were inspiring, stirring a glimmer of hope in the hearts of those who listened. I could see agreement and admiration flickering across the faces of several individuals, mostly girls, but the sentiment was not shared by everyone in the room.
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Classroom of the Elite: Monster Academy
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