The scene unfolded like a choreographed ballet as students disembarked from the bus, seamlessly blending into the sprawling landscape of Spiral Academy's grounds. However, he lingered for a moment longer, his steps faltering slightly as he descended from the vehicle, a stark contrast to the self-assured demeanor of his fellow Combat Department peers.Earlier, a group of affluent students had filled the bus with animated chatter, their privileged upbringing evident in their demeanor. Yet, as Ryoshu emerged, their focus shifted, their curiosity piqued by the newcomer among them. Some cast admiring glances his way, intrigued by his presence. But their intrigue was short-lived, shattered by the disdainful expression of the most striking girl among them. Her nose crinkled in disgust at the sight of Ryoshu, a silent but unmistakable gesture of disapproval that rippled through the group.Caught amid this silent exchange, Ryoshu couldn't help but absorb every detail with acute awareness. "
The grand hall of the Spiral Academy seemed to hold its breath as the headmaster's resonant voice echoed through its expanse. Every word he spoke carried an undeniable weight, suffused with an authority that demanded unwavering attention. The atmosphere was thick with a solemn reverence, a tangible aura of respect wrapped around the students like a cloak. Not a whisper dared to disturb the profound silence that cloaked the room; some students even held their breath, fearful of disrupting the sanctity of the moment in the presence of their esteemed leader.With a deliberate pause, the headmaster allowed the gravity of his words to settle over the assembled students, ensuring that every ear was attuned to his address. His timing was precise, and each moment of silence was calculated to ensure the undivided attention of his audience. "Today does not herald the official commencement of our academic year," he began, his voice carrying a solemn cadence befitting the occasion, "thus, I sha
"Is the height truly as daunting as it seems? What if someone were to lose their footing and plummet down from here? Could it result in a fatal fall?" Ryoshu pondered aloud, his gaze briefly flickering towards the edge of the precipice before quickly dismissing the reckless idea.However, amidst his contemplation, a moment of inadvertence drew his attention to a rectangular white badge affixed to the fabric of his shirt, adorned with a bold black pen mark displaying a three-digit number - 500."When did I attach this...? I distinctly recall glimpsing Esther and Haruki sporting similar emblems earlier, right? But who affixed this to me? Or is it perhaps some sort of automatic attachment mechanism?" Ryoshu mused, his brow furrowed in confusion as he attempted to unravel the mystery surrounding the sudden appearance of the badge.His mind wrestling with the enigma of its origin.Initially confounded by the unexpected presence of the badge, Ryoshu found his memory failing to provide any c
Typically, the journey to attaining the esteemed A rank within the ranks of combatants is an arduous odyssey, requiring individuals to invest countless years in rigorous training and unwavering dedication. For many, this pursuit spans decades and is fraught with challenges and setbacks. However, the saga of Takagi Kenzo defied convention, unfolding as a tale of extraordinary prowess and unparalleled achievement.In a narrative twist bordering on the miraculous, Takagi Kenzo effortlessly ascended to the exalted SS+ rank, a feat that defied expectation and rewrote the fabric of martial achievement. His meteoric rise catapulted him into the annals of history, etching his name in golden letters as the youngest prodigy ever to claim such a prestigious accolade."It appears that some among you are already acquainted with the illustrious reputation of our esteemed instructor," the teacher's voice reverberated through the chamber, imbued with a subtle blend of warmth and authority. "Greetin
"Clearly," the teacher's voice resonated with a profound sense of authority, commanding the attention of every student in the room. "While numerical rankings offer a glimpse into one's combat abilities, they are but a fraction of the whole picture." His words were punctuated by a thoughtful pause, allowing the weight of his statement to settle among the attentive audience.He continued, his tone measured yet imbued with wisdom, "True martial prowess is a complex tapestry woven from myriad factors, extending far beyond mere statistics. Think of the wealth of combat experience accumulated over time, the strategic foresight to navigate through adversities, the ability to leverage situational advantages and mitigate disadvantages, the quality and suitability of one's equipment, and the depth and breadth of one's skills. The harmonious interplay of these elements defines a warrior's true strength."His words lingered in the air, and the teacher's gaze swept across the room, acknowledging
The atmosphere in the classroom was charged with anticipation as the teacher's words hung in the air, each syllable carrying the weight of expectation. "You have complete autonomy in your approach," he stated, his voice measured and deliberate. "Whether you choose to engage in solo combat or prefer the camaraderie of a group, the decision rests solely with you. I hold no bias in this regard." His eyes scanned the room, ensuring that every student understood the gravity of his statement.With a slight pause, he continued, his tone soft yet firm. "However, I implore you to contemplate the benefits of collaboration supported by a fair and strategic plan. While teamwork is encouraged, it's crucial to recognize that individual performance will be the cornerstone of assessment in this evaluation. Please, keep this in mind," he concluded, his words resonating with a sense of importance.Following the teacher's instructions, Kenzo interjected, his voice conveying skepticism. "Your objectiv
"Alright, everyone! In just 5 seconds, the challenge will officially commence," the teacher's voice reverberated with authority, slicing through the frenetic energy that filled the air like a knife. With a commanding sweep of his hand, he directed his gaze toward the heavens, signaling to the students that the moment of reckoning was upon them."However, before we plunge headlong into the fray, I'll afford you an additional minute to scatter and organize yourselves into groups," he declared, his tone carrying a blend of firmness and understanding. "But heed my warning: any premature engagement in combat will result in immediate intervention and disciplinary action."The countdown initiated, and a palpable tension gripped the crowd, its intensity building with each passing moment. "5... 4..." The air crackled with anticipation, prompting a flurry of movement as students dispersed in a frenzy reminiscent of a bustling marketplace. Some hurriedly descended the stairs, while others leap
Ryoshu stood amidst the bustling street, his keen eyes catching a glimpse of a young woman darting past him like a fleeting shadow. Her movements were swift, leaving behind only a blur of motion, making it impossible for Ryoshu to discern her features in the brief moment she crossed his path. Perplexed, Ryoshu furrowed his brows, his mind racing to identify the mysterious figure. "Could she simply be an ordinary passerby?" he mused, the question lingering as he mentally sifted through faces, searching for any semblance of familiarity.However, before he could dwell further on the enigma of the girl's identity, she pressed on with unwavering determination, her destination clear. Ryoshu's gaze followed her as she navigated through the crowd, her purposeful strides leading her toward a gathering further down the street. Ryoshu observed from a distance, and it became apparent that this gathering held significance beyond a casual congregation. A figure of prominence presided over the ass