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High School Hack and Slash Chapter 1 Part 5

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Pasifista

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　Toward the voice that raised from the neighboring seat, Seiichi replied with an amiable smile.

「You’re Mai, I believe?」

「So casual all of a sudden! Best regard, Seiichi-kun, and….」

　Resting her elbow on the desk, Mai, who was replying with a wide smile, got her words choked.

　With middle long hair that was arranged in half up, her charming face twitched slightly.

　At the end of her gaze, she saw Touma with his arms folded, glaring at the printout expressionlessly.

「I finally realized it, but moderately ignoring him is the key to associate with Touma.」

「A, haha…. Somehow, I thought there was a violent guy, but he’s actually not dangerous, right?」

「That’s a tough question.」

　Let alone moderately ignoring, he was frankly assailed with the desire to completely ignore him.

　However, the students had yet to be screened at the moment, so there was no need for him to choose whom with he built a friendly relationship.

　Thus, for the time being, he decided to show his amicability by swaying Touma as his pawn.

「I’m not sure whether he’s dangerous or not, but the fact that he called out to me means he’s like a powder keg, right?」

「I see. From what I can see, he seems to be the strongest person here, after all. So I was wondering if I could ask for party’s prior commitment or something.」

　The way she looked up at him with upturned eyes was so sly.

　She employed it with a clear understanding of its effect on the boys of her age.

　In other words, in an environment where she had no choice but to use it, she was used to currying favor with men.

　Seiichi deliberately made the target of his gaze and interest obvious as he observed Mai’s body.

　She had already worn her blazer uniform in a casual fashion even though it was still the first day of school, and her legs peeked out from her short, rolled-up skirt.

　Not bad, she seemed to be someone that could be enjoyed without any trouble.

「Together with me, and this girl, Shizuka-chan, what do you say?」

「M, Mai-san….」

　Even as she noticed Seiichi’s gaze that was appraising her, Mai ignored it and presented a female student, whom she had casually taken along and had been standing behind her ever since.

　With ample bosom and tender looking limbs, she was a literature type that would seem fit to be seen in a library somewhere.

　To put it bluntly, she was the dull-looking type.

　Seiichi made an evaluation on both of them as the type who had clearly decided to sell themselves in the academy since the beginning.

「This babe here is my roommate in the dorm you see….  You two are the same, aren’t you?」

「Nice. Not bad.」

「Alright, it’s decided then. We’ll be in your care from tomorrow onward!」

　In response to Mai, who showed a wide smile, he similarly floated a smile.

　For the time being, the most dangerous one seemed to have formed a group, so the air in the classroom also turned a little more lax.

　The rest of the classmates also started discussing their respective first party members.

　Today’s schedule was for them to freely dismiss once the meeting was over, so they were getting into it at their leisure.

「Oi, Touma. With that being the case, I’ve taken the liberty to decide it on my own, but it’s fine, right?」

「I have one fundamental question, though.」

「Oh. What’s wrong?」

　Pressing a finger on his lips, Touma, who was having a distant look, stared outside the window.

　The courtyard overlooked from the classroom.

　A black group was walking through the passage leading to the gymnasium.

「Ah, the guys from the flower group. Their entrance ceremony is held separately, huh.」

「Heh, they really wear gakuran and sailor uniforms, don’t they? The supreme class, I mean.」

　The boys intensely wore gakuran with stand-up collars and school caps, and were draped in black Inverness mantles.

　The girls wore orthodox sailor uniforms for the upper and lower with white ribbons tied around their bosoms.

　Black and white, the colorless monotone group was like an army with no whispers whatsoever.

「Come to think of it. The senior from the dormitory once said not to look, talk and approach the flower group, but why are they called the flower group?」

「It’s no more than a rumor I heard from my senior, but you see…. it’s seems that this so-called supreme class is a class that only the children of the higher-ups could enter. That’s been the tradition since the establishment days, and at that time, they were the so-called nobility. That’s why the flower group.」

「I see. Well, I prefer blazers than sailors more as they’re cuter, though.」

　The number of students in the supreme class that stepped out of the gymnasium was smaller than the regular classes.

　The background of the supreme class was the research organization of the academy, so through the school year, there was a huge change in the number of new students.

　Rather than applications according to a fixed number, the number of seats was adjusted according to the number of applications.

　The difference between the supreme class and the regular class was not limited only to the uniform, but also in some privileges.

　The privilege that was the easiest to tell with a single glance was the permission to unrestrictedly equip a sword on the grounds.

　The ones attached on the waists of most of the supreme class students were their personal Japanese swords.

「As expected, I think katana is pretty cool.」

「I wonder. If you’re not used to sword battles, I think sticks may be better, you know? In fact, the first weapon that will be distributed to us seems to be sticks made of cypress, after all. What’s it, Draque?」

　Seiichi shrugged his shoulders while staring at the rear end of Mai’s, who was bending over the window frame.

「I’d like to have at least a steel sword as soon as possible…. Huh, what’s wrong?」

「No, it’s nothing.」

　Touma, still facing the window, looked up to the sky.

 

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　I head back to my room ahead by myself and sit down on my chair to look through my student notebook.

　In the dining hall on the first floor of the dorm, the welcome party for new boarding students is still going on, but I’ve asked to take my leave first.

　This notebook, which was distributed to every student during the orientation guidance, is an item of the latest electronic student notebook.

　It’s in the shape of a thin card that can fit in the pocket, the front side is a monitor, while the back side is engraved with the academy’s emblem and name in a stylish design.

　As the academy’s equipment, it’s not gifted to us but is temporarily loaned, so I have to make sure to take good care of it.

　It seems to be pretty pricey.

　I’ve always had bad compatibility with this kind of machine since long ago, I once tried buying a smartphone, but it broke in three days.

　Or rather, it exploded on its own, but since it was treated as something beyond the coverage of the manufacturer’s repair warranty, I refrained from buying another one.

　Since then, I have never used any kind of mobile device, but as it’s using a touch panel system, I can more or less operate it somehow.

　I look over it from the beginning.

　What is displayed by default is my personal information which serves as my ID.

　When I see my profile photo, though, I can’t help but think to myself: show a more amiable expression.

　It seems that my facial expression slips whenever I’m nervous even for just a bit, so I generally look like this in any commemorative photos.

　When I flick and swipe over the monitor, I find a line up entry of academy song, academy history, academy rules and regulations, student council organization, facility terms of service and so on.

　Perhaps due to it being the so-called electronic organizer and various contents have been crammed into it, there seems to be at least a dictionary installed.

　Fortunately, there’s word search function, so I do a search for『party』 at once.

　『Maintain moderation and behave like a student,』 I totally agree.

　『Alcohol is strictly forbidden』, I feel like it is being served in the dining hall on the first floor at the moment, but well, I totally agree.

　Just in case, I also try searching for『dungeon life』, but there’s no corresponding result.

　Maybe: not enough power.

　I’ve only looked at the notebook for a while, but I have a feeling that for some reason smoke seems to be starting to rise from it, so I stow it away into the back of my desk.

　There’s no problem with a desktop computer, but if I use a notebook computer, as expected, it still emits smoke.

　It seems that I’m destined to always pull defective products no matter what.

　Opening the door and making sure the smoke has dispersed, I head back to the assembly hall.

 

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