READ VOLUME 1 TO VOLUME 4.5! SORRY, THAT IT'S SEPERATED INTO DIFFERENT BOOKS!
Welcome to the School Full of Elite Students!
Ryuen has begun starting his attacks against Class C- slowly but surely trying to make his way towards victory. But what if h...
THERE are days where I wonder, why do I continue act out this behavior?
The non-sensical behavior of acting like a fearless tyrant. Or the delinquent behavior I've possessed from possibly back to elementary school.
Whether or not this was some sort of coping mechanism, or it was truly my personality people would wonder...
In my distorted head, I'd say it was both.
I was a rowdy kid looking back at it... well even now I still that "kid". Locked behind a more grown body and mind, I'm still "him".
I was in a field trip during elementary, and we'd happen to come across a large snake.
People were naturally afraid of it, makes sense. I wasn't.
Maybe because I've been used to such scary things that I've gotten desensitized to it.
But it was a snake, I didn't like snakes.
I decided to kill it.
I grabbed a big rock and bashed in the snake's head.
My classmates screamed, and the teachers were in a panic. I didn't really care. I wasn't trying to be a hero by destroying the snake everyone feared; I just didn't see the need to be afraid of it.
In fact, I wanted someone other than me to kill it. Maybe a crowd chanting on about it.
In truth, I reminded me of that 'father'. My first father died, and my mother after some time got with my stepfather. As a kid, I always called him "snakey". He was really a snake. With other women, with thief. Anything that could come to mind. I suppose I saw it and, I just didn't feel fear. I've gotten used to fight with him, and all of them resulting in me losing.
When that snake was dead, I felt excitement, you could say even proud of myself.
For something as insignificant as that, I felt proud of myself.
The moment an enemy succumbs, I feel a huge rush of adrenaline. Fear and pleasure are two sides of the same coin to me. Imagining him being fearful of me, it was something I needed to see. From there on, it translated from that father to other things, such as fights. Seeing my enemies scared of me. It was fun.
In elementary school, I had friends, of course, but they were delinquents, like me.
Nobody fucked with them, the teachers themselves, despite trying their absolute hardest to make me get away from them, couldn't. I to this day, don't know why they attempted to 'save' me. It was true I did solve multiple problems regarding school incidents that didn't involve fighting. Maybe they saw a future with me using my intelligence.
Regardless, I didn't really 'fuck' with my friends either. Literally and figuratively.
It was more-so they were the only ones I could relate with. No other kid really wanted to play with me or to hang out with me due to my rash and often foolhardy behavior.
Most commonly, fighting with other kids. Especially to get what we wanted. If we asked and they said no, we'd resort to violence. From that to my father using violence and underhanded methods to get what he needs taught me something.
Violence rules the world.
So, I've resorted to pure delinquency, to sort off both get what I want and to...'fit in' ... I guess.
My parents allowed me to leave the house as early as 8 A.M to as late as 11 P.M. Despite my mother protesting, my father insanely shut her up. Perhaps I had the perseverance of my mother. She never gave up at raising me, never gave up at... being with him.
Of course, regarding me being outside for so long as a little kid, to a sane and rational person, that sounded absurd. I only really went back if I needed to eat a 'meal' or among other things. From there, I just went and do delinquent ass things with my delinquent ass friends.
And to be honest... even if the things they've done were horrible, they always had my back. Whether I was in trouble, one would even sacrifice themself to go to detention in place of me.
I had these friends all the way up to Junior High, where we all decided to apply to Advanced Nurturing High School as some sort of joke. None of us really thought we'd be able to get in. However deep in my heart, I did not want to get into that school, I desperately needed too.
To get away from the Ryuen Household, even if my mother would be in sadness for not being able to talk to me for 3 years... anything.
From that, to potentially being able to save my dreaded future.
100% College acceptance... that's what I needed. Even if I disliked school. Any job I could get, I'll get it. I needed to use any means necessary to get that reward, to get into that blissful school.
...Argh...Fuck it, this was not a blissful school I'd thought it'd be. But it was entertaining, and it was worth it.
Until it all started going down because of some... unknown variable.
Regardless of that, my plan to Class A would continue. I will get a certain individual to transfer to my class to make up for my weaknesses. With my plan being set in motion since that island exam, it's been going smoothly.
My 800 million private point plan that could theoretically make me the new class A.
After that, I'll get myself, and my class, to Class A. Since even if they were atrocious at academics, I felt a connection with them. Similar backstories, similar this, similar that.
Even if I do something horrible to my class, I will attempt to make up for it.
To reach Class A, I suppose.
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