The score is tied after 13 battles. The previous battle ended with both competitors dying simultaneously. What happens in response to this? A deal which completely favors the Gods due to them hosting the tournament in the first place. Humanity is al...
Horikita: You seem to be good friends with Ichinose, enough to call each other by first names.
Ichinose blushed as I remained my stoic self.
Me: We've known each other for a year. It was bound to happen sooner rather than later.
After what seemed like ages, I finally reached the bottom floor, as the 3 of us left the elevator and went to our separate classes.
As I entered, I saw most of my classmates were in attendance as I went over to my typical seat: near the rear window in the back of the classroom. I looked out as I wanted to view the passing students since lessons were all too tedious for myself. As much as I hated the whiteroom, it did achieve it's goal: a artificial genius. However, I never planned to give my father the satisfaction of seeing his plan come to fruition, so I've been hiding my abilities ever since I got here.
Horikita: Ayanokouji?
I got snapped out of my little daydream by Horikita who was preparing to stab me with her compass.
Me: What is it? I don't intend on having you stab every day now.
She looked away.
Horikita: It's just that you should pay attention to the lesson. Nothing else!
And so class continued, as I couldn't care less about it. However, it wasn't so bad. Life like this was fine just the way it was. And it would stay like this for at least another year, I guarantee it.
I then heard an announcement coming from the loud speaker in the classroom as our homeroom teacher was finishing with her lesson for the day.
PDA System: Ayanokouji Kiyotaka from class 2-D, please report to my office at this time.
Everyone: Huh?
I got up as Horikita, Sakura, and Kei looked at me. Each of them seemed like they were worried about me, but it should be fine. I didn't do anything that warranted an expulsion. So I walked out of the classroom, as I made my way to the school administrative director, Tsukushiro, the man who has been trying to bring me back to my father in the whiteroom for months now.
I arrived at the door as I opened it. There he was, sitting on his tall seat, overlooking the field that was seen through his large windows behind his seat. He turned towards me and greeted me.
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Tsukushiro: Nice of you to stop by so quickly, Ayanokouji.
Me: Enough of that. What are you really after? I don't believe you called me here to expel me, since you don't have a reason too as of the moment. So why now?
