Classroom of the Elite: Crimson Usurper (Volume 3)

Chapter 2.1

AS we got off the boat, chatting amiably with one another, our homeroom teacher greeted us.

"I will now start roll call for Class D. When you hear your name, please respond loud and clear."

Chabashira started taking attendance, clipboard in hand, while simultaneously instructing us to form a line. Since I was cut off by my train of thoughts back on the ship, I'd ought to finish it. I've remembered that any class can't get below zero in this exam, so unfortunately that sucks-

"Oh, come on! I want my free time already! The sea is right in front of me!" Ike muttered, standing directly behind me.

What's with people cutting me of when I'm thinking of something? 

Well, anyways, most of the students wanted to run off onto the sandy beach. Soon enough, a tall teacher stepped onto a prepared white platform. It was Mashima-sensei, Class A's homeroom teacher. He normally taught English and was well-known for having a stubborn disposition.

 At first glance, he could easily be mistaken for one of those bodybuilder types. He was built like a professional wrestler but was actually quite intelligent. He'd even taught special courses in the past.

"First, I would like to say that I'm happy you've arrived safely. However, it's unfortunate that one of you was unable to participate due to illness."

He must be talking about Sakayanagi. I wonder what she's doing.

"Oh wow, someone couldn't come on the trip because he was sick? Poor guy," said Ike quietly, so the teachers wouldn't hear. Sakayanagi is quite lucky she isn't participating.

While Mashima-sensei surveyed the students in silence, I could see that adults in uniform had started setting up some kind of special tent nearby. I also saw a computer and other equipment on a long table. Many of the students looked perplexed.

Mashima-sensei uttered a few cruel words, as if waiting for the atmosphere to change. "Well then. We shall commence the current academic year's first special test."

It has begun.

"Huh? Special test? What do you mean?!"

Almost everyone in our class asked some variation on that question. 

"The test commences now and lasts for one week, concluding on August 7th at the year's end. This test will determine if you can live on a deserted island together as a group. In addition, I should warn you that this special test is both practical and realistic, designed based on real-world corporate training."

"Living on a deserted island? Does that mean we're not staying on the boat, but the island?"

It says living on a deserted island. Jeez, listen up.

"You are correct. During the test, you will not be allowed to board the ship without a suitably justifiable reason. It will be necessary for you to fend for yourselves on this island while you are here, from creating a place to sleep to preparing food to eat. Once the test starts, each class will receive two tents, and two flashlights. You will be provided with one box of matches. There is no limit to the amount of sunscreen you can have. Each student will be provided with one toothbrush. As a special case, girls will be allowed to have as many feminine sanitary products as they'd like, without any restrictions. Please ask your respective homeroom teachers for those. That is all."

With that, the teachers began distributing the items.

"Huh?! So we have to live like survivors on a deserted island?! I don't want to hear this kind of insanity! This isn't an reality show! We can't all sleep together in just two tents! And what are we supposed to do about food in the first place? This is unbelievable!" Ike cried.