Duelist at IS Academy

Entry 1

You were sitting in your desk. Eyes boring into you. Your classmates, are all girls. Right now, you are in IS Academy. A place where girls pilot the Infinite Stratos. A cybernetic suit that was originally made for space exploration.

Now, it is used for primarily for sport, and sometimes paramilitary operations, obviously under strict guidelines. You reincarnated into this world. After you died against Bog, the bastard. Now, you have to find a way back to the Dojo.

Sighing, you watched as a green haired woman walked in. With a happy smile on her face. If Biske saw your position, he would not let it go. You frowned at the thought of your kitsune friend. You saw him last when you and twelve others fouth the Imitator.

You did know that Fordz killed it. So, that is a relief. "Congratulations on making it to the school! I'm your first year sub homeroom teacher, Maya Yamada!" She chirped.

She talked about this being a boarding school. You were barely paying attention. Thinking about how your friends back at the Dojo would think about this. If word of this gets out, you'll be the laughing stock!

You folded your arms over your head in embarrassment. You looked to the other guy student. Ichika Orimura, he is obviously uncomfortable. Yet, you are masking it better.

He was lost in his thoughts and stumbled when his name was called. He did a scared, nice to meet you all. You don't blame him, in a world where horny teenage girls are given access to WMDs. Fear is warranted, but you faced plenty of foes like that.

Yupia is a great example, except she is a killer robot bent on destroying humanity. God, what a bitch. You were called next and you stood up.

"Y/N L/N, a pleasure to be here," You lied through your teeth. You don't want to be here. You wanna go home! You wanna see your friends again! Hell, you don't mind seeing Jade again! She burnt your leg off, so there is some animosity.

You looked at your concealed prosthetic leg. Luckily, Umbrella used some of his tech to make you a new one. So things are a bit better between you and Clan Nemesis. That isn't your only prosthetic.

"KYAAA!" "HE'S SO MYSTERIOUS!" God fucking dammit. You were restraining yourself from committing mass murder. Why? Why you?!

Sitting down, you missed the tuned out Ms. Orimura [A/N: aka best girl] coming in. Punching Ichika over the head. "Alright class, I'm your homeroom teacher, Ms. Chifuyu Orimura! My job is train you to stand on your feet in a year," The class went wild.

You reluctantly clapped at her short speech. It was short, got to the point, and you knew who she was. "Amazing how many nutjobs come to this school every year," Chifuyu sighed.

You snickered at that, she hasn't met nutjobs. You met nutjobs! She has no idea what a nutjob is unless she went to the Dojo.

Chifuyu gave a rundown of the syllabus. Six months of learning the basics. Two weeks of practical training. You had to admit, she is quite direct.

Umbrella would EASILY top this school. Yamada cheerfully explained the IS's origins. Developed in Japan, made for space exploration, yadayadayada. Yet, only girls can pilot the IS. Now, only two guys in the entire world can. You, and Ichicka Orimura.

It was a class break, and you left pretty much instantly. Your time in this world is short, and a blur. You had no time to process your situation.

Running to a school roof, and you collapsed to your knees. Your fist caught fire and you slammed it on the ground. Creating a small crater. "BOOOOOOGGGGG!!!" You screamed to the heavens.

You died, your friends think you're dead. Tears ran down your eyes, and the bell rang. You curled up and cried. Even if you are a warrior, this hurt. Losing everything, in such a painful way.