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The company named Cover Corp has founded a new functional academy for all types of talents, Hololive.
Events and competitions were always held up unless one of the talents were to receive it before the others, and in th...
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╔Chapter One: Prediction | 予知╗
Meanwhile at the academy named Hololive, the majority of all generations were assigned to their own classes - two to three generations are to take lessons in the same classroom after freshmen year and schedules are equivalent to take care of.
Clubs and extra classes are an open option currently, but consuetude clubs were still to being decided on the spare club rooms - as said before, the academy was training study field, but however, it can be viewed as a high school experience in some way.
Over forty talents of the academy were already inside of the building, talking to each other while searching for their own personal classroom - most of the groups were Japanese by default, and others were foreigners that can speak the language, and for others that couldn't take hold of the language basics - were given a free Japanese class lesson.
The Japanese talents and the foreigner talents are separated from each other for now, presumably for the academy to function properly at least for a year - merging both of the units was put aside for a later circumstance.
Rereading most of the academy rules - Miko was frantically fraught due to losing sight of her genmates and friends, she've been blocking the sounds while reading the rules slowly.
Giving up searching for them after almost ten minutes - she dashed to the classroom she passed by accidentally.
Sliding over the doubled door, a few faces glanced over to the classroom's entrance - seeing nothing but a figure of the shrine maiden, who was breathing heavily with sweat covering her forehead.
"Ah, Mikochi!" A white-haired kemonomimi stands up from her seat - alongside her genmate who was sitting next to her, but she sat still in her seat without looking at the main direction, where Miko was at.
Striding to her senior - the white-haired kemonomimi grabs the maiden's hand and bowed slightly.
"Sorry for leaving you behind Mikochi, because you weren't with us - the rest went out of the classroom to find you." Bowing down more as an apology, her animal ears drooped down.
"Ah..don't be like that Fubuki-chan, it's kinda my fault for not paying attention in the first place." Letting her free hand comfort the junior, she only felt more guilty - already making things harder for her genmates and juniors.
"Well, they just went out like a few minutes ago - I'm sure they saw you at some point." Immediately getting back to her usual self, the junior jumps away after Miko stopped petting her.
Not even half a day has passed, and yet trouble is already gathering; is what the maiden thought - mulling about negative thoughts, She shakes it off her shoulders and went back to the junior's perspective.
"Yeah, you're probably right." Giving out a slightly forced smile, the maiden pat the junior once again before walking to her assigned seat.
"Mm? Matsuri-chan what's wrong?" Going back to her own seat, Fubuki asked her close friend - who was looking at the other person in the room.
