"Perhaps that's why I've been feeling a bit more outspoken lately, don't you think?" Ryoshu pondered aloud, his brow furrowing in contemplation as he stared into the mirror, seeking answers that seemed to elude him. The notion of his newfound assertiveness lingered in his mind like a persistent echo, refusing to be silenced. "Could it be because I secretly have a crush on a girl my own age?" he mused, the thought weaving its tendrils into the fabric of his consciousness. "But then again, my real age is 22... would that make me somewhat of a lolicon?" The question hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow of uncertainty over his thoughts and leaving him grappling with the implications of his conflicting emotions.Shaking his head to dispel the disquieting musings threatening to consume him, Ryoshu shifted his focus to more immediate concerns. He meticulously concluded his morning ritual in the bathroom with a resigned sigh, methodically attending to his skincare regimen. Each stroke
Perched majestically atop the verdant slopes of Oliver Pigeon Hill, the school stood as a beacon of education and enlightenment, its commanding presence impossible to ignore. Despite the usual shroud of secrecy that veiled its distant form, the imposing silhouette of the institution pierced through the haze, a testament to its sheer size and magnificence. It was a sight that transcended mere physical distance, captivating the eyes and imaginations of all who beheld it from this elevated vantage point.The campus sprawled expansively, its boundaries stretching far beyond the horizon, a testament to the institution's grand vision and ambition. To traverse its vast expanse on foot would be daunting, requiring hours of strenuous effort and determination. Indeed, it was a testament to the scale and complexity of the school that one needed to embark on a bus journey from the main gate just to reach the hallowed entrance, a journey that served as a prelude to the academic odyssey that awai
Ryoshu mulled over the failed confession of his character. He couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy. "Who would've thought there'd be a failed confession as well?" he pondered aloud, his voice tinged with sympathy for the virtual persona he controlled.The unexpected turn of events clarified the questions that had nagged Ryoshu's mind since his arrival in this unfamiliar world. Gaining a deeper understanding of the character he inhabited felt like a small victory, a reassuring step towards unraveling the mysteries surrounding his existence in this digital realm. It dawned on him that being privy to his character's experiences could serve as a shield against suspicion should he encounter familiar faces like Esther or Haruki again."Perhaps it's my injury that led them to gloss over the failed confession... or maybe our relationship isn't as intimate as I assumed, and we're merely acquaintances," Ryoshu speculated, exploring plausible explanations for the situation, each possibility
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