In the morning, the city was starting to wake up. People were heading to the office, vendors were preparing for the day.
At Takamina High School, students had all arrived and taken their seats. The school buzzed with chatter and movement.
"Hey, did you watch that episode of Power Rangers yesterday?"
"Yeah, it was so cool, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
Three boys were talking about their usual favorite anime, while the girls on the other side discussed their favorite reality show.
The hallways were full of students, either gossiping or hurrying to their respective classes.
The talk among students was particularly lively in Class 2-C, with a slight excitement in the air,especially among the girls.
"Hey, Shiraishi, did you hear that a new transfer student is coming to our class?"
Shiraishi Yuki. She had platinum-blonde hair and golden eyes. A daughter from a wealthy family, she was the campus belle of the school, adored by everyone. She had two friends with her:
Maya Karuizawa and Miyuki Honoka.
Both were chatterboxes, Maya with long black hair and blue eyes and Miyuki with short black hair and black eyes. But were beauties on par with Shiraishi, but he'd unique features are more appealing to the boys.
Shiraishi wasn't much of a people person. She didn't talk much and was socially awkward. If it weren't for these two friends, who knew how she would have established any relationships? She would have been completely alone.
"Cut it out, Maya."
"There are transfer students coming to our school all the time. What's so special about this one?"
"There is,"
Miyuki chimed in.
"I heard that guy is super handsome. Some underclassmen saw him and said he's like a fallen angel. He's that handsome, with blazing red eyes and midnight-black hair. I wonder if he is actually that handsome."
She added, her eyes dreamy.
Shiraishi looked at her with an ambiguous expression but said nothing. Miyuki was clearly a sucker for good looks.
At that moment, the bell rang. Class was about to start. Everyone scrambled to their seats. Maya and Miyuki continued talking about the new transfer student as they went to their desks. Shiraishi shook her head and focused on her work.
A few minutes later, the teacher arrived.
Matsuda Kaito was the homeroom teacher of Class 2-C. A disciplined and regal middle-aged man, he followed rules as if they were mandates from heaven.
He had little patience for anyone who ignored the regulations established by the school committee.
He stepped in front of the students, stood at the podium, slammed his book to capture their attention, cleared his throat, and said,
"Ahm! Alright, students, settle down. I have an announcement to make. Today, we are going to receive a new transfer student in our class. Please welcome your new classmate."
Matsuda-sensei then looked toward the gate and said,
"Come in."
A figure walked in, wearing brown pants and white shoes, a brown blazer over a white shirt, and a black tie. The entire class held its breath. The newcomer was impossibly beautiful, even Shiraishi, normally indifferent to looks, widened her eyes.
The boy before her didn't match the rumors Miyuki had described; reality had far surpassed her expectations.
For the first time in her life, Shiraishi felt that the rumors had failed to exaggerate the truth.
The boy walked to the podium, turned to face the class, and wore a small, confident smile.
"Please, introduce yourself,"
Matsuda-sensei said.
Murvathos nodded.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you. My name is Morvathos Renavyr Oathgrave. I know it's a long name, so you don't have to remember the whole thing. Just call me Morvathos. And… I hope we can get along and spend the rest of the year being friends."
His tone was calm and measured.
Another ripple of gasps went through the class. Some laughed. Not only was his face striking, but his voice and demeanor were equally captivating. There was a subtle charm to his small sense of humor.
Then, as if a storm had passed, the classroom erupted.
"Whoa! Hey, Morvathos-kun, where are you from?"
"Kya!! Please, look this way!!"
"Wow, I think I'm falling in love!"
"Hey, do you play football?"
Questions, exclamations, and murmurs poured from every corner of the class. Morvathos felt a quiet satisfaction stir within him. Internally, he nodded,
'Aha~ Yes, this is how it should be. Praise me more. I'm the greatest. Worship meee.'
Outside, however, he maintained his calm façade.
"Quiet! Quiet! SIT DOWN!! SIT DOWN!!!"
The teacher slammed his book repeatedly on the desk, attempting to regain control. After a few moments, the class settled, and Matsuda-sensei exhaled in relief.
He gestured to Morvathos to take the only remaining seat, behind Shiraishi, at the back row by the window.
'Damn, not the protagonist seat. What bad luck'
Morvathos thought internally, clicking his tongue. Outwardly, he remained composed, walking calmly to the seat and sitting down.
A soft hissing sound came from his left side. A boy with rigid black hair and equally dark eyes, marked by subtle circles beneath them, whispered,
"You said your name was Morvathos, right? Where are you from?"
He crouched slightly, careful not to attract the teacher's attention.
Morvathos smiled.
"I think we should talk… after class. It's not good to break the rules or disturb the environment of the class, is it?"
The boy paused, stunned, and then nodded. Morvathos returned his attention forward, watching Matsuda-sensei take attendance.
He remembered Matsuda-sensei from his previous school days. The teacher had little tolerance for eccentric students like him and had frequently called him to the faculty office for punishment.
But this time was different. Morvathos intended to be a model student, to follow the rules rather than break them.
The class continued, and Morvathos quietly proved his brilliance. The math they were doing had been familiar to him for years, not just this level, but far more complex problems he had tackled before. He meticulously took notes on everything.
The bell rang again, signaling the end of the class. Matsuda-sensei assigned homework. Students grumbled, reluctantly noting down the assignments. As the teacher left, everyone stood, murmuring among themselves about the new transfer student.
After the class ended, students, regardless of male or female, surrounded Morvathos. The boy from Morvathos's left side leaned closer and asked again,
"Hey, can you answer now? Where are you from?"
Morvathos looked at him and smiled.
'Hell'
"England."
He was thinking something else and said something else.
"Whoa, so you're from England?"
A girl exclaimed.
"So how are you so good at Japanese? I thought you were born here!"
Another chimed in.
"Well,"
Morvathos replied calmly,
"I've been living in Japan for quite a while, so of course I'd be good at Japanese."
"Hey, Morvathos-kun!"
Suddenly, a tall, broad-shouldered boy pushed through the crowd. He grabbed Morvathos by the shoulders, his eyes sparkling.
"You have an excellent physique. What do you think about football?"
Morvathos raised an eyebrow, folding his arms under his chin, as if considering the question.
"Hmm~ What do I think about football... Well its a ball that you kick with your foot, that's why it's called football."
His tone was calm, almost instructive, like explaining the obvious to a toddler.
The boy froze. The surrounding girls snickered, trying to hold back laughter. The boy, however, erupted in hysterics.
"What the…? Bro, you just roasted him!"
"That was good. I'm starting to like you, you know."
Two boys commented on Morvathos's remark.
"Please, spare me. I don't swing that way,I like girls,"
Morvathos said, holding up a hand in surrender.
The girls giggled again and the boys laughed.
"Hahaha! Morvathos-kun, you're funny!"
Miyuki and Maya approached, clearly amused.
"I am not funny," Morvathos replied, looking them dead in the eyes.
"I am human."
And lied through his teeth.
This time, it was the girls who were stunned. They laughed again, shaking their heads.
"I know. But seriously though, how come you're so handsome?"
Miyuki asked, leaning closer and slamming her hand gently on Morvathos's desk.
"You should ask the gods,I don't know."
He said calmly.
Maya and Miyuki exchanged glances.
"Now come on own~. Tell me how could you have skin that looks better than even mine, while I use beauty tonics worth thousands of yin? And your hair… it's so silky that my conditioner is probably useless, what skin care you use? Is there a secret technique?"
Miyuki complained, and Maya nodded along.
Morvathos widened his eyes slightly, then leaned back, rubbing his temple in exasperation.
"You think I use skin care? What a sin, what a sin. Ah~ I'm drowning in success. What can I do? I've just been this handsome from the beginning."
The class erupted once more. Other students began asking him questions about his life, where he was from, and what he had done.
Morvathos answered some, while dodging others with subtle humor, keeping the attention and curiosity firmly on himself.
After a while, the bell rang again, and everyone took their seats for the second class. The lessons continued without incident.
At lunch break, Morvathos went to the cafeteria. Several students asked him to escort them, and he agreed. Miyuki, Maya, and Shiraishi walked with him, along with a few others.
Some boys joined the group as well. They chatted lightly as they ate, though Shiraishi remained silent the entire time.
After school ended, Morvathos slung his bag over his shoulder and said goodbye to the group. He walked toward his home, which wasn't far. The sun was setting in the west, and he felt a deep satisfaction in his pocket.
Today had been fun, the kind of fun he hadn't experienced in years. He looked forward to tomorrow as well, but he hadn't forgotten his purpose.
That night, he planned to visit the school building to see if any Netherbeasts had spawned nearby. Until now, he hadn't encountered a single one.
In the morning, the city was starting to wake up. People were heading to the office, vendors were preparing for the day.
At Takamina High School, students had all arrived and taken their seats. The school buzzed with chatter and movement.
"Hey, did you watch that episode of Power Rangers yesterday?"
"Yeah, it was so cool, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
Three boys were talking about their usual favorite anime, while the girls on the other side discussed their favorite reality show.
The hallways were full of students, either gossiping or hurrying to their respective classes.
The talk among students was particularly lively in Class 2-C, with a slight excitement in the air,especially among the girls.
"Hey, Shiraishi, did you hear that a new transfer student is coming to our class?"
Shiraishi Yuki. She had platinum-blonde hair and golden eyes. A daughter from a wealthy family, she was the campus belle of the school, adored by everyone. She had two friends with her:
Maya Karuizawa and Miyuki Honoka.
Both were chatterboxes, Maya with long black hair and blue eyes and Miyuki with short black hair and black eyes. But were beauties on par with Shiraishi, but he'd unique features are more appealing to the boys.
Shiraishi wasn't much of a people person. She didn't talk much and was socially awkward. If it weren't for these two friends, who knew how she would have established any relationships? She would have been completely alone.
"Cut it out, Maya."
"There are transfer students coming to our school all the time. What's so special about this one?"
"There is,"
Miyuki chimed in.
"I heard that guy is super handsome. Some underclassmen saw him and said he's like a fallen angel. He's that handsome, with blazing red eyes and midnight-black hair. I wonder if he is actually that handsome."
She added, her eyes dreamy.
Shiraishi looked at her with an ambiguous expression but said nothing. Miyuki was clearly a sucker for good looks.
At that moment, the bell rang. Class was about to start. Everyone scrambled to their seats. Maya and Miyuki continued talking about the new transfer student as they went to their desks. Shiraishi shook her head and focused on her work.
A few minutes later, the teacher arrived.
Matsuda Kaito was the homeroom teacher of Class 2-C. A disciplined and regal middle-aged man, he followed rules as if they were mandates from heaven.
He had little patience for anyone who ignored the regulations established by the school committee.
He stepped in front of the students, stood at the podium, slammed his book to capture their attention, cleared his throat, and said,
"Ahm! Alright, students, settle down. I have an announcement to make. Today, we are going to receive a new transfer student in our class. Please welcome your new classmate."
Matsuda-sensei then looked toward the gate and said,
"Come in."
A figure walked in, wearing brown pants and white shoes, a brown blazer over a white shirt, and a black tie. The entire class held its breath. The newcomer was impossibly beautiful, even Shiraishi, normally indifferent to looks, widened her eyes.
The boy before her didn't match the rumors Miyuki had described; reality had far surpassed her expectations.
For the first time in her life, Shiraishi felt that the rumors had failed to exaggerate the truth.
The boy walked to the podium, turned to face the class, and wore a small, confident smile.
"Please, introduce yourself,"
Matsuda-sensei said.
Murvathos nodded.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you. My name is Morvathos Renavyr Oathgrave. I know it's a long name, so you don't have to remember the whole thing. Just call me Morvathos. And… I hope we can get along and spend the rest of the year being friends."
His tone was calm and measured.
Another ripple of gasps went through the class. Some laughed. Not only was his face striking, but his voice and demeanor were equally captivating. There was a subtle charm to his small sense of humor.
Then, as if a storm had passed, the classroom erupted.
"Whoa! Hey, Morvathos-kun, where are you from?"
"Kya!! Please, look this way!!"
"Wow, I think I'm falling in love!"
"Hey, do you play football?"
Questions, exclamations, and murmurs poured from every corner of the class. Morvathos felt a quiet satisfaction stir within him. Internally, he nodded,
'Aha~ Yes, this is how it should be. Praise me more. I'm the greatest. Worship meee.'
Outside, however, he maintained his calm façade.
"Quiet! Quiet! SIT DOWN!! SIT DOWN!!!"
The teacher slammed his book repeatedly on the desk, attempting to regain control. After a few moments, the class settled, and Matsuda-sensei exhaled in relief.
He gestured to Morvathos to take the only remaining seat, behind Shiraishi, at the back row by the window.
'Damn, not the protagonist seat. What bad luck'
Morvathos thought internally, clicking his tongue. Outwardly, he remained composed, walking calmly to the seat and sitting down.
A soft hissing sound came from his left side. A boy with rigid black hair and equally dark eyes, marked by subtle circles beneath them, whispered,
"You said your name was Morvathos, right? Where are you from?"
He crouched slightly, careful not to attract the teacher's attention.
Morvathos smiled.
"I think we should talk… after class. It's not good to break the rules or disturb the environment of the class, is it?"
The boy paused, stunned, and then nodded. Morvathos returned his attention forward, watching Matsuda-sensei take attendance.
He remembered Matsuda-sensei from his previous school days. The teacher had little tolerance for eccentric students like him and had frequently called him to the faculty office for punishment.
But this time was different. Morvathos intended to be a model student, to follow the rules rather than break them.
The class continued, and Morvathos quietly proved his brilliance. The math they were doing had been familiar to him for years, not just this level, but far more complex problems he had tackled before. He meticulously took notes on everything.
The bell rang again, signaling the end of the class. Matsuda-sensei assigned homework. Students grumbled, reluctantly noting down the assignments. As the teacher left, everyone stood, murmuring among themselves about the new transfer student.
After the class ended, students, regardless of male or female, surrounded Morvathos. The boy from Morvathos's left side leaned closer and asked again,
"Hey, can you answer now? Where are you from?"
Morvathos looked at him and smiled.
'Hell'
"England."
He was thinking something else and said something else.
"Whoa, so you're from England?"
A girl exclaimed.
"So how are you so good at Japanese? I thought you were born here!"
Another chimed in.
"Well,"
Morvathos replied calmly,
"I've been living in Japan for quite a while, so of course I'd be good at Japanese."
"Hey, Morvathos-kun!"
Suddenly, a tall, broad-shouldered boy pushed through the crowd. He grabbed Morvathos by the shoulders, his eyes sparkling.
"You have an excellent physique. What do you think about football?"
Morvathos raised an eyebrow, folding his arms under his chin, as if considering the question.
"Hmm~ What do I think about football... Well its a ball that you kick with your foot, that's why it's called football."
His tone was calm, almost instructive, like explaining the obvious to a toddler.
The boy froze. The surrounding girls snickered, trying to hold back laughter. The boy, however, erupted in hysterics.
"What the…? Bro, you just roasted him!"
"That was good. I'm starting to like you, you know."
Two boys commented on Morvathos's remark.
"Please, spare me. I don't swing that way,I like girls,"
Morvathos said, holding up a hand in surrender.
The girls giggled again and the boys laughed.
"Hahaha! Morvathos-kun, you're funny!"
Miyuki and Maya approached, clearly amused.
"I am not funny," Morvathos replied, looking them dead in the eyes.
"I am human."
And lied through his teeth.
This time, it was the girls who were stunned. They laughed again, shaking their heads.
"I know. But seriously though, how come you're so handsome?"
Miyuki asked, leaning closer and slamming her hand gently on Morvathos's desk.
"You should ask the gods,I don't know."
He said calmly.
Maya and Miyuki exchanged glances.
"Now come on own~. Tell me how could you have skin that looks better than even mine, while I use beauty tonics worth thousands of yin? And your hair… it's so silky that my conditioner is probably useless, what skin care you use? Is there a secret technique?"
Miyuki complained, and Maya nodded along.
Morvathos widened his eyes slightly, then leaned back, rubbing his temple in exasperation.
"You think I use skin care? What a sin, what a sin. Ah~ I'm drowning in success. What can I do? I've just been this handsome from the beginning."
The class erupted once more. Other students began asking him questions about his life, where he was from, and what he had done.
Morvathos answered some, while dodging others with subtle humor, keeping the attention and curiosity firmly on himself.
After a while, the bell rang again, and everyone took their seats for the second class. The lessons continued without incident.
At lunch break, Morvathos went to the cafeteria. Several students asked him to escort them, and he agreed. Miyuki, Maya, and Shiraishi walked with him, along with a few others.
Some boys joined the group as well. They chatted lightly as they ate, though Shiraishi remained silent the entire time.
After school ended, Morvathos slung his bag over his shoulder and said goodbye to the group. He walked toward his home, which wasn't far. The sun was setting in the west, and he felt a deep satisfaction in his pocket.
Today had been fun, the kind of fun he hadn't experienced in years. He looked forward to tomorrow as well, but he hadn't forgotten his purpose.
That night, he planned to visit the school building to see if any Netherbeasts had spawned nearby. Until now, he hadn't encountered a single one.
In the morning, the city was starting to wake up. People were heading to the office, vendors were preparing for the day.
At Takamina High School, students had all arrived and taken their seats. The school buzzed with chatter and movement.
"Hey, did you watch that episode of Power Rangers yesterday?"
"Yeah, it was so cool, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
Three boys were talking about their usual favorite anime, while the girls on the other side discussed their favorite reality show.
The hallways were full of students, either gossiping or hurrying to their respective classes.
The talk among students was particularly lively in Class 2-C, with a slight excitement in the air,especially among the girls.
"Hey, Shiraishi, did you hear that a new transfer student is coming to our class?"
Shiraishi Yuki. She had platinum-blonde hair and golden eyes. A daughter from a wealthy family, she was the campus belle of the school, adored by everyone. She had two friends with her:
Maya Karuizawa and Miyuki Honoka.
Both were chatterboxes, Maya with long black hair and blue eyes and Miyuki with short black hair and black eyes. But were beauties on par with Shiraishi, but he'd unique features are more appealing to the boys.
Shiraishi wasn't much of a people person. She didn't talk much and was socially awkward. If it weren't for these two friends, who knew how she would have established any relationships? She would have been completely alone.
"Cut it out, Maya."
"There are transfer students coming to our school all the time. What's so special about this one?"
"There is,"
Miyuki chimed in.
"I heard that guy is super handsome. Some underclassmen saw him and said he's like a fallen angel. He's that handsome, with blazing red eyes and midnight-black hair. I wonder if he is actually that handsome."
She added, her eyes dreamy.
Shiraishi looked at her with an ambiguous expression but said nothing. Miyuki was clearly a sucker for good looks.
At that moment, the bell rang. Class was about to start. Everyone scrambled to their seats. Maya and Miyuki continued talking about the new transfer student as they went to their desks. Shiraishi shook her head and focused on her work.
A few minutes later, the teacher arrived.
Matsuda Kaito was the homeroom teacher of Class 2-C. A disciplined and regal middle-aged man, he followed rules as if they were mandates from heaven.
He had little patience for anyone who ignored the regulations established by the school committee.
He stepped in front of the students, stood at the podium, slammed his book to capture their attention, cleared his throat, and said,
"Ahm! Alright, students, settle down. I have an announcement to make. Today, we are going to receive a new transfer student in our class. Please welcome your new classmate."
Matsuda-sensei then looked toward the gate and said,
"Come in."
A figure walked in, wearing brown pants and white shoes, a brown blazer over a white shirt, and a black tie. The entire class held its breath. The newcomer was impossibly beautiful, even Shiraishi, normally indifferent to looks, widened her eyes.
The boy before her didn't match the rumors Miyuki had described; reality had far surpassed her expectations.
For the first time in her life, Shiraishi felt that the rumors had failed to exaggerate the truth.
The boy walked to the podium, turned to face the class, and wore a small, confident smile.
"Please, introduce yourself,"
Matsuda-sensei said.
Murvathos nodded.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you. My name is Morvathos Renavyr Oathgrave. I know it's a long name, so you don't have to remember the whole thing. Just call me Morvathos. And… I hope we can get along and spend the rest of the year being friends."
His tone was calm and measured.
Another ripple of gasps went through the class. Some laughed. Not only was his face striking, but his voice and demeanor were equally captivating. There was a subtle charm to his small sense of humor.
Then, as if a storm had passed, the classroom erupted.
"Whoa! Hey, Morvathos-kun, where are you from?"
"Kya!! Please, look this way!!"
"Wow, I think I'm falling in love!"
"Hey, do you play football?"
Questions, exclamations, and murmurs poured from every corner of the class. Morvathos felt a quiet satisfaction stir within him. Internally, he nodded,
'Aha~ Yes, this is how it should be. Praise me more. I'm the greatest. Worship meee.'
Outside, however, he maintained his calm façade.
"Quiet! Quiet! SIT DOWN!! SIT DOWN!!!"
The teacher slammed his book repeatedly on the desk, attempting to regain control. After a few moments, the class settled, and Matsuda-sensei exhaled in relief.
He gestured to Morvathos to take the only remaining seat, behind Shiraishi, at the back row by the window.
'Damn, not the protagonist seat. What bad luck'
Morvathos thought internally, clicking his tongue. Outwardly, he remained composed, walking calmly to the seat and sitting down.
A soft hissing sound came from his left side. A boy with rigid black hair and equally dark eyes, marked by subtle circles beneath them, whispered,
"You said your name was Morvathos, right? Where are you from?"
He crouched slightly, careful not to attract the teacher's attention.
Morvathos smiled.
"I think we should talk… after class. It's not good to break the rules or disturb the environment of the class, is it?"
The boy paused, stunned, and then nodded. Morvathos returned his attention forward, watching Matsuda-sensei take attendance.
He remembered Matsuda-sensei from his previous school days. The teacher had little tolerance for eccentric students like him and had frequently called him to the faculty office for punishment.
But this time was different. Morvathos intended to be a model student, to follow the rules rather than break them.
The class continued, and Morvathos quietly proved his brilliance. The math they were doing had been familiar to him for years, not just this level, but far more complex problems he had tackled before. He meticulously took notes on everything.
The bell rang again, signaling the end of the class. Matsuda-sensei assigned homework. Students grumbled, reluctantly noting down the assignments. As the teacher left, everyone stood, murmuring among themselves about the new transfer student.
After the class ended, students, regardless of male or female, surrounded Morvathos. The boy from Morvathos's left side leaned closer and asked again,
"Hey, can you answer now? Where are you from?"
Morvathos looked at him and smiled.
'Hell'
"England."
He was thinking something else and said something else.
"Whoa, so you're from England?"
A girl exclaimed.
"So how are you so good at Japanese? I thought you were born here!"
Another chimed in.
"Well,"
Morvathos replied calmly,
"I've been living in Japan for quite a while, so of course I'd be good at Japanese."
"Hey, Morvathos-kun!"
Suddenly, a tall, broad-shouldered boy pushed through the crowd. He grabbed Morvathos by the shoulders, his eyes sparkling.
"You have an excellent physique. What do you think about football?"
Morvathos raised an eyebrow, folding his arms under his chin, as if considering the question.
"Hmm~ What do I think about football... Well its a ball that you kick with your foot, that's why it's called football."
His tone was calm, almost instructive, like explaining the obvious to a toddler.
The boy froze. The surrounding girls snickered, trying to hold back laughter. The boy, however, erupted in hysterics.
"What the…? Bro, you just roasted him!"
"That was good. I'm starting to like you, you know."
Two boys commented on Morvathos's remark.
"Please, spare me. I don't swing that way,I like girls,"
Morvathos said, holding up a hand in surrender.
The girls giggled again and the boys laughed.
"Hahaha! Morvathos-kun, you're funny!"
Miyuki and Maya approached, clearly amused.
"I am not funny," Morvathos replied, looking them dead in the eyes.
"I am human."
And lied through his teeth.
This time, it was the girls who were stunned. They laughed again, shaking their heads.
"I know. But seriously though, how come you're so handsome?"
Miyuki asked, leaning closer and slamming her hand gently on Morvathos's desk.
"You should ask the gods,I don't know."
He said calmly.
Maya and Miyuki exchanged glances.
"Now come on own~. Tell me how could you have skin that looks better than even mine, while I use beauty tonics worth thousands of yin? And your hair… it's so silky that my conditioner is probably useless, what skin care you use? Is there a secret technique?"
Miyuki complained, and Maya nodded along.
Morvathos widened his eyes slightly, then leaned back, rubbing his temple in exasperation.
"You think I use skin care? What a sin, what a sin. Ah~ I'm drowning in success. What can I do? I've just been this handsome from the beginning."
The class erupted once more. Other students began asking him questions about his life, where he was from, and what he had done.
Morvathos answered some, while dodging others with subtle humor, keeping the attention and curiosity firmly on himself.
After a while, the bell rang again, and everyone took their seats for the second class. The lessons continued without incident.
At lunch break, Morvathos went to the cafeteria. Several students asked him to escort them, and he agreed. Miyuki, Maya, and Shiraishi walked with him, along with a few others.
Some boys joined the group as well. They chatted lightly as they ate, though Shiraishi remained silent the entire time.
After school ended, Morvathos slung his bag over his shoulder and said goodbye to the group. He walked toward his home, which wasn't far. The sun was setting in the west, and he felt a deep satisfaction in his pocket.
Today had been fun, the kind of fun he hadn't experienced in years. He looked forward to tomorrow as well, but he hadn't forgotten his purpose.
That night, he planned to visit the school building to see if any Netherbeasts had spawned nearby. Until now, he hadn't encountered a single one.
In the morning, the city was starting to wake up. People were heading to the office, vendors were preparing for the day.
At Takamina High School, students had all arrived and taken their seats. The school buzzed with chatter and movement.
"Hey, did you watch that episode of Power Rangers yesterday?"
"Yeah, it was so cool, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
Three boys were talking about their usual favorite anime, while the girls on the other side discussed their favorite reality show.
The hallways were full of students, either gossiping or hurrying to their respective classes.
The talk among students was particularly lively in Class 2-C, with a slight excitement in the air,especially among the girls.
"Hey, Shiraishi, did you hear that a new transfer student is coming to our class?"
Shiraishi Yuki. She had platinum-blonde hair and golden eyes. A daughter from a wealthy family, she was the campus belle of the school, adored by everyone. She had two friends with her:
Maya Karuizawa and Miyuki Honoka.
Both were chatterboxes, Maya with long black hair and blue eyes and Miyuki with short black hair and black eyes. But were beauties on par with Shiraishi, but he'd unique features are more appealing to the boys.
Shiraishi wasn't much of a people person. She didn't talk much and was socially awkward. If it weren't for these two friends, who knew how she would have established any relationships? She would have been completely alone.
"Cut it out, Maya."
"There are transfer students coming to our school all the time. What's so special about this one?"
"There is,"
Miyuki chimed in.
"I heard that guy is super handsome. Some underclassmen saw him and said he's like a fallen angel. He's that handsome, with blazing red eyes and midnight-black hair. I wonder if he is actually that handsome."
She added, her eyes dreamy.
Shiraishi looked at her with an ambiguous expression but said nothing. Miyuki was clearly a sucker for good looks.
At that moment, the bell rang. Class was about to start. Everyone scrambled to their seats. Maya and Miyuki continued talking about the new transfer student as they went to their desks. Shiraishi shook her head and focused on her work.
A few minutes later, the teacher arrived.
Matsuda Kaito was the homeroom teacher of Class 2-C. A disciplined and regal middle-aged man, he followed rules as if they were mandates from heaven.
He had little patience for anyone who ignored the regulations established by the school committee.
He stepped in front of the students, stood at the podium, slammed his book to capture their attention, cleared his throat, and said,
"Ahm! Alright, students, settle down. I have an announcement to make. Today, we are going to receive a new transfer student in our class. Please welcome your new classmate."
Matsuda-sensei then looked toward the gate and said,
"Come in."
A figure walked in, wearing brown pants and white shoes, a brown blazer over a white shirt, and a black tie. The entire class held its breath. The newcomer was impossibly beautiful, even Shiraishi, normally indifferent to looks, widened her eyes.
The boy before her didn't match the rumors Miyuki had described; reality had far surpassed her expectations.
For the first time in her life, Shiraishi felt that the rumors had failed to exaggerate the truth.
The boy walked to the podium, turned to face the class, and wore a small, confident smile.
"Please, introduce yourself,"
Matsuda-sensei said.
Murvathos nodded.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you. My name is Morvathos Renavyr Oathgrave. I know it's a long name, so you don't have to remember the whole thing. Just call me Morvathos. And… I hope we can get along and spend the rest of the year being friends."
His tone was calm and measured.
Another ripple of gasps went through the class. Some laughed. Not only was his face striking, but his voice and demeanor were equally captivating. There was a subtle charm to his small sense of humor.
Then, as if a storm had passed, the classroom erupted.
"Whoa! Hey, Morvathos-kun, where are you from?"
"Kya!! Please, look this way!!"
"Wow, I think I'm falling in love!"
"Hey, do you play football?"
Questions, exclamations, and murmurs poured from every corner of the class. Morvathos felt a quiet satisfaction stir within him. Internally, he nodded,
'Aha~ Yes, this is how it should be. Praise me more. I'm the greatest. Worship meee.'
Outside, however, he maintained his calm façade.
"Quiet! Quiet! SIT DOWN!! SIT DOWN!!!"
The teacher slammed his book repeatedly on the desk, attempting to regain control. After a few moments, the class settled, and Matsuda-sensei exhaled in relief.
He gestured to Morvathos to take the only remaining seat, behind Shiraishi, at the back row by the window.
'Damn, not the protagonist seat. What bad luck'
Morvathos thought internally, clicking his tongue. Outwardly, he remained composed, walking calmly to the seat and sitting down.
A soft hissing sound came from his left side. A boy with rigid black hair and equally dark eyes, marked by subtle circles beneath them, whispered,
"You said your name was Morvathos, right? Where are you from?"
He crouched slightly, careful not to attract the teacher's attention.
Morvathos smiled.
"I think we should talk… after class. It's not good to break the rules or disturb the environment of the class, is it?"
The boy paused, stunned, and then nodded. Morvathos returned his attention forward, watching Matsuda-sensei take attendance.
He remembered Matsuda-sensei from his previous school days. The teacher had little tolerance for eccentric students like him and had frequently called him to the faculty office for punishment.
But this time was different. Morvathos intended to be a model student, to follow the rules rather than break them.
The class continued, and Morvathos quietly proved his brilliance. The math they were doing had been familiar to him for years, not just this level, but far more complex problems he had tackled before. He meticulously took notes on everything.
The bell rang again, signaling the end of the class. Matsuda-sensei assigned homework. Students grumbled, reluctantly noting down the assignments. As the teacher left, everyone stood, murmuring among themselves about the new transfer student.
After the class ended, students, regardless of male or female, surrounded Morvathos. The boy from Morvathos's left side leaned closer and asked again,
"Hey, can you answer now? Where are you from?"
Morvathos looked at him and smiled.
'Hell'
"England."
He was thinking something else and said something else.
"Whoa, so you're from England?"
A girl exclaimed.
"So how are you so good at Japanese? I thought you were born here!"
Another chimed in.
"Well,"
Morvathos replied calmly,
"I've been living in Japan for quite a while, so of course I'd be good at Japanese."
"Hey, Morvathos-kun!"
Suddenly, a tall, broad-shouldered boy pushed through the crowd. He grabbed Morvathos by the shoulders, his eyes sparkling.
"You have an excellent physique. What do you think about football?"
Morvathos raised an eyebrow, folding his arms under his chin, as if considering the question.
"Hmm~ What do I think about football... Well its a ball that you kick with your foot, that's why it's called football."
His tone was calm, almost instructive, like explaining the obvious to a toddler.
The boy froze. The surrounding girls snickered, trying to hold back laughter. The boy, however, erupted in hysterics.
"What the…? Bro, you just roasted him!"
"That was good. I'm starting to like you, you know."
Two boys commented on Morvathos's remark.
"Please, spare me. I don't swing that way,I like girls,"
Morvathos said, holding up a hand in surrender.
The girls giggled again and the boys laughed.
"Hahaha! Morvathos-kun, you're funny!"
Miyuki and Maya approached, clearly amused.
"I am not funny," Morvathos replied, looking them dead in the eyes.
"I am human."
And lied through his teeth.
This time, it was the girls who were stunned. They laughed again, shaking their heads.
"I know. But seriously though, how come you're so handsome?"
Miyuki asked, leaning closer and slamming her hand gently on Morvathos's desk.
"You should ask the gods,I don't know."
He said calmly.
Maya and Miyuki exchanged glances.
"Now come on own~. Tell me how could you have skin that looks better than even mine, while I use beauty tonics worth thousands of yin? And your hair… it's so silky that my conditioner is probably useless, what skin care you use? Is there a secret technique?"
Miyuki complained, and Maya nodded along.
Morvathos widened his eyes slightly, then leaned back, rubbing his temple in exasperation.
"You think I use skin care? What a sin, what a sin. Ah~ I'm drowning in success. What can I do? I've just been this handsome from the beginning."
The class erupted once more. Other students began asking him questions about his life, where he was from, and what he had done.
Morvathos answered some, while dodging others with subtle humor, keeping the attention and curiosity firmly on himself.
After a while, the bell rang again, and everyone took their seats for the second class. The lessons continued without incident.
At lunch break, Morvathos went to the cafeteria. Several students asked him to escort them, and he agreed. Miyuki, Maya, and Shiraishi walked with him, along with a few others.
Some boys joined the group as well. They chatted lightly as they ate, though Shiraishi remained silent the entire time.
After school ended, Morvathos slung his bag over his shoulder and said goodbye to the group. He walked toward his home, which wasn't far. The sun was setting in the west, and he felt a deep satisfaction in his pocket.
Today had been fun, the kind of fun he hadn't experienced in years. He looked forward to tomorrow as well, but he hadn't forgotten his purpose.
That night, he planned to visit the school building to see if any Netherbeasts had spawned nearby. Until now, he hadn't encountered a single one.
In the morning, the city was starting to wake up. People were heading to the office, vendors were preparing for the day.
At Takamina High School, students had all arrived and taken their seats. The school buzzed with chatter and movement.
"Hey, did you watch that episode of Power Rangers yesterday?"
"Yeah, it was so cool, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
Three boys were talking about their usual favorite anime, while the girls on the other side discussed their favorite reality show.
The hallways were full of students, either gossiping or hurrying to their respective classes.
The talk among students was particularly lively in Class 2-C, with a slight excitement in the air,especially among the girls.
"Hey, Shiraishi, did you hear that a new transfer student is coming to our class?"
Shiraishi Yuki. She had platinum-blonde hair and golden eyes. A daughter from a wealthy family, she was the campus belle of the school, adored by everyone. She had two friends with her:
Maya Karuizawa and Miyuki Honoka.
Both were chatterboxes, Maya with long black hair and blue eyes and Miyuki with short black hair and black eyes. But were beauties on par with Shiraishi, but he'd unique features are more appealing to the boys.
Shiraishi wasn't much of a people person. She didn't talk much and was socially awkward. If it weren't for these two friends, who knew how she would have established any relationships? She would have been completely alone.
"Cut it out, Maya."
"There are transfer students coming to our school all the time. What's so special about this one?"
"There is,"
Miyuki chimed in.
"I heard that guy is super handsome. Some underclassmen saw him and said he's like a fallen angel. He's that handsome, with blazing red eyes and midnight-black hair. I wonder if he is actually that handsome."
She added, her eyes dreamy.
Shiraishi looked at her with an ambiguous expression but said nothing. Miyuki was clearly a sucker for good looks.
At that moment, the bell rang. Class was about to start. Everyone scrambled to their seats. Maya and Miyuki continued talking about the new transfer student as they went to their desks. Shiraishi shook her head and focused on her work.
A few minutes later, the teacher arrived.
Matsuda Kaito was the homeroom teacher of Class 2-C. A disciplined and regal middle-aged man, he followed rules as if they were mandates from heaven.
He had little patience for anyone who ignored the regulations established by the school committee.
He stepped in front of the students, stood at the podium, slammed his book to capture their attention, cleared his throat, and said,
"Ahm! Alright, students, settle down. I have an announcement to make. Today, we are going to receive a new transfer student in our class. Please welcome your new classmate."
Matsuda-sensei then looked toward the gate and said,
"Come in."
A figure walked in, wearing brown pants and white shoes, a brown blazer over a white shirt, and a black tie. The entire class held its breath. The newcomer was impossibly beautiful, even Shiraishi, normally indifferent to looks, widened her eyes.
The boy before her didn't match the rumors Miyuki had described; reality had far surpassed her expectations.
For the first time in her life, Shiraishi felt that the rumors had failed to exaggerate the truth.
The boy walked to the podium, turned to face the class, and wore a small, confident smile.
"Please, introduce yourself,"
Matsuda-sensei said.
Murvathos nodded.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you. My name is Morvathos Renavyr Oathgrave. I know it's a long name, so you don't have to remember the whole thing. Just call me Morvathos. And… I hope we can get along and spend the rest of the year being friends."
His tone was calm and measured.
Another ripple of gasps went through the class. Some laughed. Not only was his face striking, but his voice and demeanor were equally captivating. There was a subtle charm to his small sense of humor.
Then, as if a storm had passed, the classroom erupted.
"Whoa! Hey, Morvathos-kun, where are you from?"
"Kya!! Please, look this way!!"
"Wow, I think I'm falling in love!"
"Hey, do you play football?"
Questions, exclamations, and murmurs poured from every corner of the class. Morvathos felt a quiet satisfaction stir within him. Internally, he nodded,
'Aha~ Yes, this is how it should be. Praise me more. I'm the greatest. Worship meee.'
Outside, however, he maintained his calm façade.
"Quiet! Quiet! SIT DOWN!! SIT DOWN!!!"
The teacher slammed his book repeatedly on the desk, attempting to regain control. After a few moments, the class settled, and Matsuda-sensei exhaled in relief.
He gestured to Morvathos to take the only remaining seat, behind Shiraishi, at the back row by the window.
'Damn, not the protagonist seat. What bad luck'
Morvathos thought internally, clicking his tongue. Outwardly, he remained composed, walking calmly to the seat and sitting down.
A soft hissing sound came from his left side. A boy with rigid black hair and equally dark eyes, marked by subtle circles beneath them, whispered,
"You said your name was Morvathos, right? Where are you from?"
He crouched slightly, careful not to attract the teacher's attention.
Morvathos smiled.
"I think we should talk… after class. It's not good to break the rules or disturb the environment of the class, is it?"
The boy paused, stunned, and then nodded. Morvathos returned his attention forward, watching Matsuda-sensei take attendance.
He remembered Matsuda-sensei from his previous school days. The teacher had little tolerance for eccentric students like him and had frequently called him to the faculty office for punishment.
But this time was different. Morvathos intended to be a model student, to follow the rules rather than break them.
The class continued, and Morvathos quietly proved his brilliance. The math they were doing had been familiar to him for years, not just this level, but far more complex problems he had tackled before. He meticulously took notes on everything.
The bell rang again, signaling the end of the class. Matsuda-sensei assigned homework. Students grumbled, reluctantly noting down the assignments. As the teacher left, everyone stood, murmuring among themselves about the new transfer student.
After the class ended, students, regardless of male or female, surrounded Morvathos. The boy from Morvathos's left side leaned closer and asked again,
"Hey, can you answer now? Where are you from?"
Morvathos looked at him and smiled.
'Hell'
"England."
He was thinking something else and said something else.
"Whoa, so you're from England?"
A girl exclaimed.
"So how are you so good at Japanese? I thought you were born here!"
Another chimed in.
"Well,"
Morvathos replied calmly,
"I've been living in Japan for quite a while, so of course I'd be good at Japanese."
"Hey, Morvathos-kun!"
Suddenly, a tall, broad-shouldered boy pushed through the crowd. He grabbed Morvathos by the shoulders, his eyes sparkling.
"You have an excellent physique. What do you think about football?"
Morvathos raised an eyebrow, folding his arms under his chin, as if considering the question.
"Hmm~ What do I think about football... Well its a ball that you kick with your foot, that's why it's called football."
His tone was calm, almost instructive, like explaining the obvious to a toddler.
The boy froze. The surrounding girls snickered, trying to hold back laughter. The boy, however, erupted in hysterics.
"What the…? Bro, you just roasted him!"
"That was good. I'm starting to like you, you know."
Two boys commented on Morvathos's remark.
"Please, spare me. I don't swing that way,I like girls,"
Morvathos said, holding up a hand in surrender.
The girls giggled again and the boys laughed.
"Hahaha! Morvathos-kun, you're funny!"
Miyuki and Maya approached, clearly amused.
"I am not funny," Morvathos replied, looking them dead in the eyes.
"I am human."
And lied through his teeth.
This time, it was the girls who were stunned. They laughed again, shaking their heads.
"I know. But seriously though, how come you're so handsome?"
Miyuki asked, leaning closer and slamming her hand gently on Morvathos's desk.
"You should ask the gods,I don't know."
He said calmly.
Maya and Miyuki exchanged glances.
"Now come on own~. Tell me how could you have skin that looks better than even mine, while I use beauty tonics worth thousands of yin? And your hair… it's so silky that my conditioner is probably useless, what skin care you use? Is there a secret technique?"
Miyuki complained, and Maya nodded along.
Morvathos widened his eyes slightly, then leaned back, rubbing his temple in exasperation.
"You think I use skin care? What a sin, what a sin. Ah~ I'm drowning in success. What can I do? I've just been this handsome from the beginning."
The class erupted once more. Other students began asking him questions about his life, where he was from, and what he had done.
Morvathos answered some, while dodging others with subtle humor, keeping the attention and curiosity firmly on himself.
After a while, the bell rang again, and everyone took their seats for the second class. The lessons continued without incident.
At lunch break, Morvathos went to the cafeteria. Several students asked him to escort them, and he agreed. Miyuki, Maya, and Shiraishi walked with him, along with a few others.
Some boys joined the group as well. They chatted lightly as they ate, though Shiraishi remained silent the entire time.
After school ended, Morvathos slung his bag over his shoulder and said goodbye to the group. He walked toward his home, which wasn't far. The sun was setting in the west, and he felt a deep satisfaction in his pocket.
Today had been fun, the kind of fun he hadn't experienced in years. He looked forward to tomorrow as well, but he hadn't forgotten his purpose.
That night, he planned to visit the school building to see if any Netherbeasts had spawned nearby. Until now, he hadn't encountered a single one.
In the morning, the city was starting to wake up. People were heading to the office, vendors were preparing for the day.
At Takamina High School, students had all arrived and taken their seats. The school buzzed with chatter and movement.
"Hey, did you watch that episode of Power Rangers yesterday?"
"Yeah, it was so cool, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
Three boys were talking about their usual favorite anime, while the girls on the other side discussed their favorite reality show.
The hallways were full of students, either gossiping or hurrying to their respective classes.
The talk among students was particularly lively in Class 2-C, with a slight excitement in the air,especially among the girls.
"Hey, Shiraishi, did you hear that a new transfer student is coming to our class?"
Shiraishi Yuki. She had platinum-blonde hair and golden eyes. A daughter from a wealthy family, she was the campus belle of the school, adored by everyone. She had two friends with her:
Maya Karuizawa and Miyuki Honoka.
Both were chatterboxes, Maya with long black hair and blue eyes and Miyuki with short black hair and black eyes. But were beauties on par with Shiraishi, but he'd unique features are more appealing to the boys.
Shiraishi wasn't much of a people person. She didn't talk much and was socially awkward. If it weren't for these two friends, who knew how she would have established any relationships? She would have been completely alone.
"Cut it out, Maya."
"There are transfer students coming to our school all the time. What's so special about this one?"
"There is,"
Miyuki chimed in.
"I heard that guy is super handsome. Some underclassmen saw him and said he's like a fallen angel. He's that handsome, with blazing red eyes and midnight-black hair. I wonder if he is actually that handsome."
She added, her eyes dreamy.
Shiraishi looked at her with an ambiguous expression but said nothing. Miyuki was clearly a sucker for good looks.
At that moment, the bell rang. Class was about to start. Everyone scrambled to their seats. Maya and Miyuki continued talking about the new transfer student as they went to their desks. Shiraishi shook her head and focused on her work.
A few minutes later, the teacher arrived.
Matsuda Kaito was the homeroom teacher of Class 2-C. A disciplined and regal middle-aged man, he followed rules as if they were mandates from heaven.
He had little patience for anyone who ignored the regulations established by the school committee.
He stepped in front of the students, stood at the podium, slammed his book to capture their attention, cleared his throat, and said,
"Ahm! Alright, students, settle down. I have an announcement to make. Today, we are going to receive a new transfer student in our class. Please welcome your new classmate."
Matsuda-sensei then looked toward the gate and said,
"Come in."
A figure walked in, wearing brown pants and white shoes, a brown blazer over a white shirt, and a black tie. The entire class held its breath. The newcomer was impossibly beautiful, even Shiraishi, normally indifferent to looks, widened her eyes.
The boy before her didn't match the rumors Miyuki had described; reality had far surpassed her expectations.
For the first time in her life, Shiraishi felt that the rumors had failed to exaggerate the truth.
The boy walked to the podium, turned to face the class, and wore a small, confident smile.
"Please, introduce yourself,"
Matsuda-sensei said.
Murvathos nodded.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you. My name is Morvathos Renavyr Oathgrave. I know it's a long name, so you don't have to remember the whole thing. Just call me Morvathos. And… I hope we can get along and spend the rest of the year being friends."
His tone was calm and measured.
Another ripple of gasps went through the class. Some laughed. Not only was his face striking, but his voice and demeanor were equally captivating. There was a subtle charm to his small sense of humor.
Then, as if a storm had passed, the classroom erupted.
"Whoa! Hey, Morvathos-kun, where are you from?"
"Kya!! Please, look this way!!"
"Wow, I think I'm falling in love!"
"Hey, do you play football?"
Questions, exclamations, and murmurs poured from every corner of the class. Morvathos felt a quiet satisfaction stir within him. Internally, he nodded,
'Aha~ Yes, this is how it should be. Praise me more. I'm the greatest. Worship meee.'
Outside, however, he maintained his calm façade.
"Quiet! Quiet! SIT DOWN!! SIT DOWN!!!"
The teacher slammed his book repeatedly on the desk, attempting to regain control. After a few moments, the class settled, and Matsuda-sensei exhaled in relief.
He gestured to Morvathos to take the only remaining seat, behind Shiraishi, at the back row by the window.
'Damn, not the protagonist seat. What bad luck'
Morvathos thought internally, clicking his tongue. Outwardly, he remained composed, walking calmly to the seat and sitting down.
A soft hissing sound came from his left side. A boy with rigid black hair and equally dark eyes, marked by subtle circles beneath them, whispered,
"You said your name was Morvathos, right? Where are you from?"
He crouched slightly, careful not to attract the teacher's attention.
Morvathos smiled.
"I think we should talk… after class. It's not good to break the rules or disturb the environment of the class, is it?"
The boy paused, stunned, and then nodded. Morvathos returned his attention forward, watching Matsuda-sensei take attendance.
He remembered Matsuda-sensei from his previous school days. The teacher had little tolerance for eccentric students like him and had frequently called him to the faculty office for punishment.
But this time was different. Morvathos intended to be a model student, to follow the rules rather than break them.
The class continued, and Morvathos quietly proved his brilliance. The math they were doing had been familiar to him for years, not just this level, but far more complex problems he had tackled before. He meticulously took notes on everything.
The bell rang again, signaling the end of the class. Matsuda-sensei assigned homework. Students grumbled, reluctantly noting down the assignments. As the teacher left, everyone stood, murmuring among themselves about the new transfer student.
After the class ended, students, regardless of male or female, surrounded Morvathos. The boy from Morvathos's left side leaned closer and asked again,
"Hey, can you answer now? Where are you from?"
Morvathos looked at him and smiled.
'Hell'
"England."
He was thinking something else and said something else.
"Whoa, so you're from England?"
A girl exclaimed.
"So how are you so good at Japanese? I thought you were born here!"
Another chimed in.
"Well,"
Morvathos replied calmly,
"I've been living in Japan for quite a while, so of course I'd be good at Japanese."
"Hey, Morvathos-kun!"
Suddenly, a tall, broad-shouldered boy pushed through the crowd. He grabbed Morvathos by the shoulders, his eyes sparkling.
"You have an excellent physique. What do you think about football?"
Morvathos raised an eyebrow, folding his arms under his chin, as if considering the question.
"Hmm~ What do I think about football... Well its a ball that you kick with your foot, that's why it's called football."
His tone was calm, almost instructive, like explaining the obvious to a toddler.
The boy froze. The surrounding girls snickered, trying to hold back laughter. The boy, however, erupted in hysterics.
"What the…? Bro, you just roasted him!"
"That was good. I'm starting to like you, you know."
Two boys commented on Morvathos's remark.
"Please, spare me. I don't swing that way,I like girls,"
Morvathos said, holding up a hand in surrender.
The girls giggled again and the boys laughed.
"Hahaha! Morvathos-kun, you're funny!"
Miyuki and Maya approached, clearly amused.
"I am not funny," Morvathos replied, looking them dead in the eyes.
"I am human."
And lied through his teeth.
This time, it was the girls who were stunned. They laughed again, shaking their heads.
"I know. But seriously though, how come you're so handsome?"
Miyuki asked, leaning closer and slamming her hand gently on Morvathos's desk.
"You should ask the gods,I don't know."
He said calmly.
Maya and Miyuki exchanged glances.
"Now come on own~. Tell me how could you have skin that looks better than even mine, while I use beauty tonics worth thousands of yin? And your hair… it's so silky that my conditioner is probably useless, what skin care you use? Is there a secret technique?"
Miyuki complained, and Maya nodded along.
Morvathos widened his eyes slightly, then leaned back, rubbing his temple in exasperation.
"You think I use skin care? What a sin, what a sin. Ah~ I'm drowning in success. What can I do? I've just been this handsome from the beginning."
The class erupted once more. Other students began asking him questions about his life, where he was from, and what he had done.
Morvathos answered some, while dodging others with subtle humor, keeping the attention and curiosity firmly on himself.
After a while, the bell rang again, and everyone took their seats for the second class. The lessons continued without incident.
At lunch break, Morvathos went to the cafeteria. Several students asked him to escort them, and he agreed. Miyuki, Maya, and Shiraishi walked with him, along with a few others.
Some boys joined the group as well. They chatted lightly as they ate, though Shiraishi remained silent the entire time.
After school ended, Morvathos slung his bag over his shoulder and said goodbye to the group. He walked toward his home, which wasn't far. The sun was setting in the west, and he felt a deep satisfaction in his pocket.
Today had been fun, the kind of fun he hadn't experienced in years. He looked forward to tomorrow as well, but he hadn't forgotten his purpose.
That night, he planned to visit the school building to see if any Netherbeasts had spawned nearby. Until now, he hadn't encountered a single one.
In the morning, the city was starting to wake up. People were heading to the office, vendors were preparing for the day.
At Takamina High School, students had all arrived and taken their seats. The school buzzed with chatter and movement.
"Hey, did you watch that episode of Power Rangers yesterday?"
"Yeah, it was so cool, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
Three boys were talking about their usual favorite anime, while the girls on the other side discussed their favorite reality show.
The hallways were full of students, either gossiping or hurrying to their respective classes.
The talk among students was particularly lively in Class 2-C, with a slight excitement in the air,especially among the girls.
"Hey, Shiraishi, did you hear that a new transfer student is coming to our class?"
Shiraishi Yuki. She had platinum-blonde hair and golden eyes. A daughter from a wealthy family, she was the campus belle of the school, adored by everyone. She had two friends with her:
Maya Karuizawa and Miyuki Honoka.
Both were chatterboxes, Maya with long black hair and blue eyes and Miyuki with short black hair and black eyes. But were beauties on par with Shiraishi, but he'd unique features are more appealing to the boys.
Shiraishi wasn't much of a people person. She didn't talk much and was socially awkward. If it weren't for these two friends, who knew how she would have established any relationships? She would have been completely alone.
"Cut it out, Maya."
"There are transfer students coming to our school all the time. What's so special about this one?"
"There is,"
Miyuki chimed in.
"I heard that guy is super handsome. Some underclassmen saw him and said he's like a fallen angel. He's that handsome, with blazing red eyes and midnight-black hair. I wonder if he is actually that handsome."
She added, her eyes dreamy.
Shiraishi looked at her with an ambiguous expression but said nothing. Miyuki was clearly a sucker for good looks.
At that moment, the bell rang. Class was about to start. Everyone scrambled to their seats. Maya and Miyuki continued talking about the new transfer student as they went to their desks. Shiraishi shook her head and focused on her work.
A few minutes later, the teacher arrived.
Matsuda Kaito was the homeroom teacher of Class 2-C. A disciplined and regal middle-aged man, he followed rules as if they were mandates from heaven.
He had little patience for anyone who ignored the regulations established by the school committee.
He stepped in front of the students, stood at the podium, slammed his book to capture their attention, cleared his throat, and said,
"Ahm! Alright, students, settle down. I have an announcement to make. Today, we are going to receive a new transfer student in our class. Please welcome your new classmate."
Matsuda-sensei then looked toward the gate and said,
"Come in."
A figure walked in, wearing brown pants and white shoes, a brown blazer over a white shirt, and a black tie. The entire class held its breath. The newcomer was impossibly beautiful, even Shiraishi, normally indifferent to looks, widened her eyes.
The boy before her didn't match the rumors Miyuki had described; reality had far surpassed her expectations.
For the first time in her life, Shiraishi felt that the rumors had failed to exaggerate the truth.
The boy walked to the podium, turned to face the class, and wore a small, confident smile.
"Please, introduce yourself,"
Matsuda-sensei said.
Murvathos nodded.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you. My name is Morvathos Renavyr Oathgrave. I know it's a long name, so you don't have to remember the whole thing. Just call me Morvathos. And… I hope we can get along and spend the rest of the year being friends."
His tone was calm and measured.
Another ripple of gasps went through the class. Some laughed. Not only was his face striking, but his voice and demeanor were equally captivating. There was a subtle charm to his small sense of humor.
Then, as if a storm had passed, the classroom erupted.
"Whoa! Hey, Morvathos-kun, where are you from?"
"Kya!! Please, look this way!!"
"Wow, I think I'm falling in love!"
"Hey, do you play football?"
Questions, exclamations, and murmurs poured from every corner of the class. Morvathos felt a quiet satisfaction stir within him. Internally, he nodded,
'Aha~ Yes, this is how it should be. Praise me more. I'm the greatest. Worship meee.'
Outside, however, he maintained his calm façade.
"Quiet! Quiet! SIT DOWN!! SIT DOWN!!!"
The teacher slammed his book repeatedly on the desk, attempting to regain control. After a few moments, the class settled, and Matsuda-sensei exhaled in relief.
He gestured to Morvathos to take the only remaining seat, behind Shiraishi, at the back row by the window.
'Damn, not the protagonist seat. What bad luck'
Morvathos thought internally, clicking his tongue. Outwardly, he remained composed, walking calmly to the seat and sitting down.
A soft hissing sound came from his left side. A boy with rigid black hair and equally dark eyes, marked by subtle circles beneath them, whispered,
"You said your name was Morvathos, right? Where are you from?"
He crouched slightly, careful not to attract the teacher's attention.
Morvathos smiled.
"I think we should talk… after class. It's not good to break the rules or disturb the environment of the class, is it?"
The boy paused, stunned, and then nodded. Morvathos returned his attention forward, watching Matsuda-sensei take attendance.
He remembered Matsuda-sensei from his previous school days. The teacher had little tolerance for eccentric students like him and had frequently called him to the faculty office for punishment.
But this time was different. Morvathos intended to be a model student, to follow the rules rather than break them.
The class continued, and Morvathos quietly proved his brilliance. The math they were doing had been familiar to him for years, not just this level, but far more complex problems he had tackled before. He meticulously took notes on everything.
The bell rang again, signaling the end of the class. Matsuda-sensei assigned homework. Students grumbled, reluctantly noting down the assignments. As the teacher left, everyone stood, murmuring among themselves about the new transfer student.
After the class ended, students, regardless of male or female, surrounded Morvathos. The boy from Morvathos's left side leaned closer and asked again,
"Hey, can you answer now? Where are you from?"
Morvathos looked at him and smiled.
'Hell'
"England."
He was thinking something else and said something else.
"Whoa, so you're from England?"
A girl exclaimed.
"So how are you so good at Japanese? I thought you were born here!"
Another chimed in.
"Well,"
Morvathos replied calmly,
"I've been living in Japan for quite a while, so of course I'd be good at Japanese."
"Hey, Morvathos-kun!"
Suddenly, a tall, broad-shouldered boy pushed through the crowd. He grabbed Morvathos by the shoulders, his eyes sparkling.
"You have an excellent physique. What do you think about football?"
Morvathos raised an eyebrow, folding his arms under his chin, as if considering the question.
"Hmm~ What do I think about football... Well its a ball that you kick with your foot, that's why it's called football."
His tone was calm, almost instructive, like explaining the obvious to a toddler.
The boy froze. The surrounding girls snickered, trying to hold back laughter. The boy, however, erupted in hysterics.
"What the…? Bro, you just roasted him!"
"That was good. I'm starting to like you, you know."
Two boys commented on Morvathos's remark.
"Please, spare me. I don't swing that way,I like girls,"
Morvathos said, holding up a hand in surrender.
The girls giggled again and the boys laughed.
"Hahaha! Morvathos-kun, you're funny!"
Miyuki and Maya approached, clearly amused.
"I am not funny," Morvathos replied, looking them dead in the eyes.
"I am human."
And lied through his teeth.
This time, it was the girls who were stunned. They laughed again, shaking their heads.
"I know. But seriously though, how come you're so handsome?"
Miyuki asked, leaning closer and slamming her hand gently on Morvathos's desk.
"You should ask the gods,I don't know."
He said calmly.
Maya and Miyuki exchanged glances.
"Now come on own~. Tell me how could you have skin that looks better than even mine, while I use beauty tonics worth thousands of yin? And your hair… it's so silky that my conditioner is probably useless, what skin care you use? Is there a secret technique?"
Miyuki complained, and Maya nodded along.
Morvathos widened his eyes slightly, then leaned back, rubbing his temple in exasperation.
"You think I use skin care? What a sin, what a sin. Ah~ I'm drowning in success. What can I do? I've just been this handsome from the beginning."
The class erupted once more. Other students began asking him questions about his life, where he was from, and what he had done.
Morvathos answered some, while dodging others with subtle humor, keeping the attention and curiosity firmly on himself.
After a while, the bell rang again, and everyone took their seats for the second class. The lessons continued without incident.
At lunch break, Morvathos went to the cafeteria. Several students asked him to escort them, and he agreed. Miyuki, Maya, and Shiraishi walked with him, along with a few others.
Some boys joined the group as well. They chatted lightly as they ate, though Shiraishi remained silent the entire time.
After school ended, Morvathos slung his bag over his shoulder and said goodbye to the group. He walked toward his home, which wasn't far. The sun was setting in the west, and he felt a deep satisfaction in his pocket.
Today had been fun, the kind of fun he hadn't experienced in years. He looked forward to tomorrow as well, but he hadn't forgotten his purpose.
That night, he planned to visit the school building to see if any Netherbeasts had spawned nearby. Until now, he hadn't encountered a single one.