Absolutely. Here's the rewritten version of your scene, all from **Haruto's perspective**, as if he were narrating Volume 3:
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(Shadows of the Elite Volume 3, Chapter 1)
December 18th, 2026
(Haruto's Perspective)
Three months. That's how long it's been since the survival gauntlet on the island—since we were pushed to our limits and came back changed. Now here we were, mops in hand, wiping down windows and scrubbing floors as part of some community service initiative. The school never wastes an opportunity to make us useful.
I was with Shuto, Daiko, Ayame, and Mei. Just another day of forced labor and forced bonding. The winter air outside bit against the windows, but inside the classroom, Daiko was sweating bullets—not from hard work, but from bragging.
He practically shoved his phone in our faces, flashing the results of the recent student evaluation the school had rolled out. It wasn't just about grades anymore. They were measuring us in *five categories*—academic intelligence, creative intelligence, street intelligence, physical intelligence, and social intelligence. Combine all five, and you'd get a "value ranking" from D to A. In theory, you could be in Class D and still have an "A" rating. It was a clever way for the school to mess with us—class didn't reflect capability anymore.
"I guess I really *am* the best in the class," Daiko grinned, waving his phone like a trophy. "Class B evaluation, baby!"
We all just stared at him.
Ayame folded her arms. "Weren't you one of the reasons Mei got kidnapped during the survival exam?"
"That's the past," Daiko shrugged.
Mei smirked. "Was vomiting all over yourself on Halloween also 'the past'? We had to carry you back to campus because you overdosed on candy like a toddler."
Shuto tried not to laugh. "She's got a point."
I sighed. "Okay, okay, moving on." I leaned against the wall and asked, "Any idea when the next special exam is coming?"
Mei groaned. "I hate those. They always make us exploit people or play some twisted game."
"Same," Ayame added. "And the seniors have been acting weird lately—like they *know* what's coming. I've caught some of them watching us from across the hallways like we're test subjects."
I shrugged. "Who knows why they do anything…"
Then Daiko turned to me. "Hey Haruto, what was your evaluation?"
I hesitated.
The truth was... I got an A.
I ranked among the best in the entire year. But saying that in front of Daiko, who'd been clinging to his Class B like it was gold? No way.
"I got a C," I lied smoothly.
Daiko nodded, satisfied. I changed the topic immediately. "Whatever the next exam is, we need to cooperate. Stick together."
My eyes drifted toward the corner of the room—where **Kei** was mopping by himself, completely disconnected from the conversation. He hadn't said a word. When I looked at him, he shot me a cold, dead stare. It was like he didn't see a person—just a nuisance.
I turned away quickly.
"Why has Kei been like this lately?" Mei asked, quietly. "These past three months... he's been a ghost. No one talks to him. He doesn't talk to anyone."
Ayame frowned. "He clearly wants to be left alone. Remember when I asked him to come to the Halloween party? He told me to 'piss off' and walked away."
"Even I'm kinda concerned," Daiko admitted. "And I *don't* usually care."
Then—**crash.**
Something hit the building. A rock? We turned toward the window.
From the top floor, we spotted a crowd forming at the school's front gates. A huge commotion. Students gathering, murmuring, backing away.
"What the hell...?" Shuto muttered.
We rushed to the window. Down below, someone stood surrounded by students—but we couldn't see his face. He wore a dark cap, and a black medical mask. His hair was white... or maybe silver. His eyes—those were the strangest. They shimmered like crimson. Or violet. Maybe... both? I couldn't tell.
But what really threw me off?
**Reika** and **Kenji** were standing next to him like bodyguards, keeping the crowd away. Like he was some kind of celebrity.
Then **Kaito** ran up, yelling from the ground, "Guys! Get down here! Some guy just landed here in a *helicopter!* Reika and Kenji are guarding him!"
"A helicopter?" I blinked.
"We're coming!" I shouted back. All of us bolted for the stairs.
As we rushed down, I glanced behind.
Kei was following—reluctantly. He moved slowly, as if just the effort to walk down the stairs bored him. But the moment he heard Reika and Kenji's names, something flickered in his expression. He was interested—but trying to act like he wasn't.
I watched him. He caught me staring.
He looked away.
Downstairs, we made it just in time to see the entrance part like the Red Sea. And through the gap...
**Ichika Renji** walked forward with that smug, unshakable confidence of his. He stopped in front of the boy with the mask and extended his hand.
They shook hands. Like old friends... or business partners.
Then, without a word to anyone, Ichika turned and led the boy into the dorms. Reika and Kenji followed close behind, heads high, expressions serious.
Teachers blocked us from following.
The entire crowd was buzzing—students whispering, recording, gossiping. The boy didn't speak a word. He didn't need to. His arrival said everything.
As I stood there, watching Ichika lead him away like a king meeting his heir...
One question echoed in my mind. "Is that boy... the King of Class A?"