The week of preparation had finally ended, and the week of the end-of-year festival had begun.
The most natural—and logical—result was the excitement that gripped every student. Most of them had barely slept, waiting for the day to start. And when it finally did, they did what any sane student would do in that moment: they rushed to school.
Granted, this week was probably the only time all year they would willingly hurry to school with that kind of energy. Even with a full half hour left before classes officially started, most classrooms were already packed. It created an almost amusing effect—the hallways were nearly empty, as if lessons had already begun.
But then, of course…
There was a certain duo still strolling toward their classrooms like today was just another ordinary day.
"So then he gets a power-up out of nowhere and defeats the villain."
"Isn't that the purest form of plot armor? A random power-up appearing out of nowhere?"
