The subsequent twilight, at approximately eighteen hundred hours.
The paper-and-bamboo lanterns of a specific Tokyo izakaya swayed gently in the ambient air, casting fractured, amber geometric shadows across the polished timber of the corridor. Inside a spacious, tatami-matted private chamber, a mixed social cohort of male and female entities sat organized around an expansive low table, which was thoroughly populated with a diverse matrix of soft beverages and light appetizers.
The fashionably dressed young women actively thumbed through the menus, enthusiastically processing calculations regarding what additional culinary assets to requisition.
"Cheers!!"
Wataru Date tilted his cranium backward to engulf a massive volume of lager, his laryngeal node shifting dynamically as the chilled fluid escaped the vessel to trace a path down his jawline.
Wiping the residue with the back of his hand, he slammed the glass container squarely onto the timber surface.
"As expected, consuming alcohol funded entirely by an alternate entity's ledger yields the absolute pinnacle of gratification!"
"Class Leader, your intake velocity tracks as excessively aggressive, you know," Hiromitsu Morofushi offered a light, teasing counter. "Execute caution, or your system will trigger an absolute intoxication shutdown before the social activities even hit peak velocity."
Jinpei Matsuda propped his jaw against one palm: "Hey, what specific logistics authorized this free alcohol transaction anyway?"
"Did your memory files fail to archive Hagiwara's brief?" Date countered, spearing a piece of sushi while his eyes scanned the perimeter. "The masculine headcount for this event was tracking at a deficit. Should our units report to stabilize the ratio, his ledger would absorb the absolute totality of our beverage expenses... Speaking of the devil, what specific anomaly is delaying Hagiwara's arrival sequence?"
In clinical reality, this specific social gathering was an authentic mixer event engineered explicitly under the tactical leadership of social specialist Kenji Hagiwara, with the remaining operational elite of the Onizuka cohort systematically deployed to fill the grid.
Furuya Rei and Hiromitsu Morofushi initially registered an absolute deficit of motivation regarding standard mixer dynamics; however, tracking a weekend rest window with zero critical tasks on the queue, they calculated that a minor domestic drinking block introduced zero structural harm.
As for Satoru Gojo and Jinpei Matsuda, fulfilling their mandatory obligations as Hagiwara's "wingman asset" and "childhood companion" respectively, evasion was mathematically impossible.
Matsuda scanned the display panel of his mobile terminal.
"His text indicates he encountered a minor processing bottleneck en route, directing our unit to initiate consumption protocols without his presence."
Following that statement, his gaze drifted toward Wataru Date, who was aggressively processing lager, prompting an immediate critique: "Class Leader truly possesses an unpredictable framework—running a mixer event while maintaining an active romantic relationship."
"My system naturally secured an official authorization token from her prior to deployment, rest fully assured!"
Intercepting the data path, two adjacent female entities let out a sequence of benevolent laughs: "So Date-kun genuinely possesses a committed partner~"
"Affirmative, my sensors logged the anomaly earlier; Date-kun occasionally displays that precise, blissful smile signature exclusive to entities locked in a high-intensity romance loop."
"Eh? Has the external visibility of that parameter scaled up to such an obvious definition!"
A young woman sporting shoulder-length hair pivoted her frame toward Matsuda: "Moving forward... does Matsuda-kun currently maintain a romantic partner node?"
"Ha?!"
The curly-haired man instantly downshifted his facial features into an intensely hostile, glowering presentation, his ambient aura radiating a sharp, volatile edge that looked indistinguishable from a high-ranking enforcer operating within a criminal syndicate.
"N-None, correct?"
"The underlying structural logic is entirely self-evident..."
The two female entities traded a rapid, intuitive look, silently archiving and discarding any potential blueprint to initiate a dating sequence with Matsuda.
Concurrently, Furuya Rei's visual sensors remained permanently locked onto the small appetizer dishes occupying his immediate sector, executing an absolute data block against the expectant, high-interest glances directed toward his coordinates by the opposite demographic.
"Mnn, this specific flavor profile clears the baseline threshold remarkably well!"
Having recently integrated massive optimization routines into his culinary skill matrix, the consumption of palatable assets caused a highly satisfied smile to manifest across his features. "Nevertheless... processing the parameters with absolute clinical objectivity, the menu layout from yesterday's midday session scored significantly higher."
Recalling the imagery of the collective circle lounging inside Dormitory 144 while executing absolute data transparency, Hiromitsu Morofushi's cat-like eyes curved into a warm arc: "Concurred."
A girl who harbored an exceptionally high preference rating for the cat-eyed youth proactively launched a tactical social offensive: "Morofushi-kun appears remarkably proficient regarding culinary arts, correct? Please guide my system through those subroutines sometime!"
"Furthermore, my profile likewise registers an intense desire to sample a culinary dish engineered by Furuya-kun~"
Right as the duo prepared to calculate an appropriate, diplomatic evasion script, Matsuda's brow arched as he delivered a high-velocity verbal interlude: "Cease operations, cease operations. Zero's processing core is exclusively calibrated to interface with female medical practitioners who register a senior chronological age parameter, copy!"
"Matsuda-kun! Deploying that tier of rogue, unrefined language is strictly prohibited!"
"My output remains pinned to absolute empirical reality."
Furuya Rei narrowed his grey-purple eyes, projecting a highly hazardous, razor-sharp smile: "Are you ladies tracking the necessary files? Matsuda has historically existed in a state of continuous, unrequited emotional stagnation regarding a beautiful older sister residing in his immediate neighborhood network—"
"Eh?! Is that data verified or a fabrication!"
The ambient atmosphere inside the private chamber experienced an instantaneous, high-velocity thermal spike, the male units trading sharp barbs while the female demographics let out waves of uninhibited, musical laughter.
Hiromitsu Morofushi utilized his glass of oolong tea to execute a minor collision protocol against the Class Leader's beer container, his gaze re-routing toward a specific black-haired youth occupying the absolute focal center of the seating matrix—currently enveloped by the maximum concentration of female entities. He chuckled softly: "If Hagiwara declines to clear his arrival vector shortly, his baseline popularity metrics are going to be completely cannibalized by Hisano-kun."
Satoru Gojo had refrained from utilizing the standard police academy uniform today, nor had he opted for a conventional casual suit like the rest of the cohort. Instead, his physical vessel was ensconced within a loose-fitting, oversized blue hoodie featuring a highly stylized, dim-witted white canine graphic printed squarely across the chest—a visual modifier that caused his meticulously engineered aesthetic features to register a chronological age significantly below his empirical data.
He leaned against the timber surface with absolute lethargy, looking precisely like an asset whose sleep protocols were on the verge of triggering; in actual reality, his visual sensors were intently processing the semi-transparent bullet comment stream drifting across the void.
"As predicted, today's domestic mixer event has been officially drafted into the serialization layout."
Likely due to the rare luxury of encountering a narrative block staged entirely outside the institutional perimeters of the academy, the reader demographic was outputting a remarkably high-intensity reaction loop.
[The Class Leader's consumption velocity is tracking at an absolute chaotic-macho tier, and he actually possesses a canonical partner? My internal systems are transforming into pure citric acid right now!]
[Matsuda reporting to a mixer event while maintaining that authentic syndicate-boss face introduces a massive structural contradiction! Steer clear of my perimeter.jpg]
[Wielding that absolute apex tier of physical aesthetics yet remaining securely anchored to a single lifestyle status purely through raw personal talent—truly a definitive ideological beacon for our demographic!]
[Furuya Rei: Consumption protocols locked down, core focus zeroed out on the rations, female entities please refrain from issuing communication prompts.]
[Waaah, my processor is generating an intense desire to consume a ration array engineered by Zero-Zero!]
[Aha, have they already advanced to the phase of executing mutual baseline exposes? The group relationship metrics have stabilized at a remarkably optimal threshold!]
[Wait?! Can we please expand the data download regarding Matsuda and the neighborhood older sister?! (Ears rotating to maximum reception)]
[Hahahahaha! Did you calculate that my objective was to participate in a mixer? In empirical reality, I reported exclusively to harvest premium gossip assets!]
Compared to the historical phase where the initial payload delivery caused severe information shock, the current real-time comment script managed a highly optimized transmission velocity. It mirrored the live telemetry stream of a premium broadcasting channel, systematically sliding from the right quadrant of his visual field without obstructing baseline ocular tracking or inducing data-overflow vertigo.
"Kuno-kun, please guide your system to evaluate this specific appetizer?"
A young woman sporting a high-mounted ponytail shifted a small ceramic dish toward Gojo's sector, her ocular lenses gleaming with high-intensity light.
"Evaluating standard appetizers tracks as an absolute mismatch; Kuno-kun's preference core is mathematically bound to favor mango mousse, obviously!"
An alternate short-haired female entity declined to concede the tactical high ground, smoothly introducing a dessert plate into his immediate perimeter: "Sample the mousse framework first!"
"Mnn... there is zero requirement for structural panic, my system shall execute a sequential evaluation loop across the entire inventory."
How predictable—maintaining an absolute apex popularity rating naturally generated its own unique processing overhead.
Due to Hagiwara's continuous historical habit of dragging his vessel into high-density social sectors within the communal dining hall, the demographic that initially harbored behavioral friction toward his profile had effectively decayed to zero. This was especially true following the widespread dissemination of his historical data point—specifically, his absolute physical suppression of an institutional instructor—which had naturally aggregated a massive following of female entities whose preference matrices prioritized raw power dynamics.
"Nevertheless, being continuously supplied with premium confections free of charge cannot be classified as an unfavorable operational state."
Gojo strictly adhered to his established character blueprint: low verbal output coupled with high-velocity consumption protocols, occasionally discharging a highly specific linguistic asset to instantly elevate the happiness parameters of the surrounding girls.
Following a minor evaluation run across the standard appetizers and the mousse, a girl wearing her hair in a highly compact bun configuration blushed intensely, carefully extracting an elegantly designed container from her handbag to present it before his frame.
"That... Kuno-kun, this specific asset constitutes a batch of animal cookies engineered entirely by my personal hands..."
Her vocal amplitude decayed progressively.
"Should your system decline to log it as a low-tier artifact..."
Gojo intercepted the container and disengaged the sealing mechanism, revealing an array of highly detailed animal-shaped cookies adorned with precisely rendered smile faces executed via icing sugar.
"The structural execution tracks at a remarkably elite tier! You are designated as..."
"Ah! My identity is archived under the registry of Yuki Tachibana." The bun-haired girl supplied the data with visible neurological tension.
Gojo tilted his cranium slightly to an angle, his delivery saturated with absolute, unadulterated sincerity: "Yuki-nee's manual dexterity parameters are profoundly advanced~"
Yuki Tachibana's facial skin experienced an instantaneous, maximum-output crimson flush, her fingers interlocking into a tight, twisted configuration: "Appreciation extended..."
[Aaah! Satoru Gojo ensconced within a blue canine hoodie constitutes an absolute, planet-class lethal weapon of cuteness!! Requesting immediate clearance to execute head-pat protocols!]
[Kuno: My system reported exclusively to secure free rations, by what specific calculation did my coordinates shift into the absolute focal epicenter?]
[This punk is explicitly deploying calculated behavioral cuteness and artificial compliance! What specific diabolical conspiracy is his cognitive processor currently incubating?]
[This generates an intense visual simulation of a premium younger-brother-tier host... I genuinely lack the processing data to determine which entity commands higher envy (laughs).]
[Hagiwara's title as the Absolute Sovereign of Mixer Events is tracking at extreme risk! His own wingman asset is executing an independent vertical liftoff!]
[Kuno: Simply maintaining a seated posture. Me: Hello, husband.]
Intercepting Gojo's vocal praise, the remaining female entities aggressively swarmed his sector, declining to cede further ground.
"Inequitable distribution of assets! Kuno-kun, my system demands an identical verbal output!"
"Execute a deployment of the 'Big Sister' linguistic asset toward my coordinates as well!"
"My inventory contains premium macarons, you know!"
Gojo thoroughly enjoyed the sovereign status of being completely enveloped by a constellation of stars. While continuously accepting the culinary payloads supplied by the big sisters, he concurrently monitored the continuous refresh cycles of the critical comments drifting across the void, his eyes narrowing with immense psychological gratification.
Simultaneously, situated a minor distance across the table structure, Furuya Rei and Jinpei Matsuda evaluated the phenomenon with expressions that signaled an absolute collapse of their logical models.
"That punk Kuno... what specific algorithmic code is he running to achieve that output? He has fundamentally declined to discharge a single sophisticated social script since the opening sequence."
"Regarding that variable..."
Hiromitsu Morofushi initiated a data download: "Entities executing an initial encounter with Hisano-kun typically register a high degree of structural pressure; however, once your system finalizes actual contact protocols, you rapidly unearth the reality that his profile is almost entirely devoid of interpersonal distance metrics."
Evaluating the youth through his current psychological lens, rather than classifying him as an unapproachable, transcendent genius hovering in the upper stratosphere, Morofushi's processor increasingly mapped him as a child requiring proactive external care.
Wataru Date's analytical focus, however, was anchored to a thoroughly distinct set of parameters. "Mnn? The masculine units at this table have failed to log any significant alcohol consumption metrics."
Furuya Rei hoisted his glass, executing a minor agitation loop: "This is officially classified under the parameter of light sipping, Class Leader—light sipping."
"Let me review the registry... Kuno tracks identically; his ledger displays an absolute zero volume of alcoholic orders." Date waved a massive hand toward Gojo's coordinates: "Hey! Does your system require the deployment of a fresh lager?"
The instant that specific linguistic prompt hit Satoru Gojo's audio receptors, it was mathematically impossible for his internal memory banks to refrain from retrieving Gin's deep, visceral advisory discharged years prior across a distinct timeline:
"Refrain from ever interacting with alcohol moving forward—maintain that absolute ban for the totality of your biological existence."
Even operating inside an undercover proxy shell, the asset systematically inherited the absolute majority of the primary vessel's behavioral anomalies.
...Should his proxy vessel ingest an unmitigated payload of ethanol inside a public mixer event, his law enforcement career subroutines would likely hit an instantaneous, hard termination sequence tonight.
"Class Leader, has your memory file encountered a structural lapse?" Gojo propped his cheek against his palm, his delivery thoroughly calm and unhurried: "My biological clock is currently pinned to precisely eighteen years of age; I have yet to clear the legal statutory threshold authorizing alcohol consumption."
"Ah, valid data point. In that case, your system is restricted to alternate fluid configurations."
Date, operating with immense systemic consideration, smoothly ordered a customized children's meal option to stabilize his sector.
Affirmative. A literal children's meal option.
The chicken nuggets were structurally engineered into the geometric contours of stars and hearts, flanked by a miniature Salisbury steak, a sweet corn salad array, a compact bowl of pudding, and a high-sugar container of strawberry milk.
"...Therefore, what specific culinary logic permits an authentic izakaya to maintain this specific asset class within its active inventory?"
Even Satoru Gojo found himself entirely incapable of refraining from an absolute technical critique.
"It appears the structural setting dictating that the proxy shell favors strawberry milk above all alternate assets has completely hardened into a definitive fact across their minds."
Naturally, this specific outcome introduced zero strategic deficits.
Maintaining a distinct variation between his proxy profile and the baseline preferences of his original vessel ensured that the mathematical probability of his undercover identity collapsing tracking at near-zero.
The young women surrounding the black-haired youth found themselves entirely incapable of suppressing their smiles, and Yuki Tachibana was hit with such an intense wave of cuteness metrics that she proactively masked her facial features using both palms.
"A Kuno-kun who has yet to clear the statutory drinking threshold is likewise tracked at peak adorable parameters!"
The bullet comment stream synchronized flawlessly with their internal reactions, outputting an unmitigated wall of laughing characters.
[Hisano is currently undergoing an absolute baseline existential crisis, dammit, his internal irritation metrics must be soaring!]
[As expected, the strawberry milk constitutes the actual primary vessel!]
[Class Leader Date: An entity operating at eighteen years of age must strictly conform to eighteen-year-old operational behavioral parameters (extends children's platter).]
[The visual of the passerby big sister masking her face is a mirror image of my personal physical state right now!]
["The Reality of My Reincarnation as Nozomi Kuno: Executing Mascot Protocols Inside the Law Enforcement Academy"]
[Mnn? Is his system genuinely barred from alcohol processing, or is it... an absolute deficit of tolerance?]
[Reviewing the archives, the primary serialization has never once logged a single instance of 「——」 consuming alcohol, you know.]
[Little Nozomi clearly harbors an intense motivation to consume that lager, did you guys completely miss that close-up framing of his eyes tracking the glass container?]
Right at this juncture, a cleanly styled Kenji Hagiwara materialized across the threshold of the chamber, delivering a rapid sequence of ocular winks toward the aggregated group within.
"Deepest apologies, deepest apologies, my arrival sequence encountered a significant temporal delay——"
The female demographics instantly discharged a highly enthusiastic wave of greeting scripts the second his presence registered.
"Hagiwara-kun, what specific tasks commanded your operational focus during the journey?"
"Hahaha! En route to this facility, my trajectory intersected a long, vertical structural staircase where a senior maternal citizen found her mobility parameters completely locked down. I never anticipated that after physically hoisting her chassis up the entire vertical incline, she would output a data point indicating that the 'Great Fortune' spiritual talisman she had secured from the shrine was lost. My system executed an extensive search protocol but failed to recover the asset, leaving me with zero logical alternatives but to return to the apex of the shrine grounds to continuously execute draw protocols until a duplicate 'Great Fortune' token cleared the array... Consequently, the timeline expanded to this current definition."
Wataru Date, Furuya Rei, and the remaining male units instantly downshifted their eyes into a flat, skeptical semi-moon configuration. "This punk is indisputably broadcasting a highly tailored piece of structural fiction!"
"Wow~ As expected of Hagiwara-kun, your baseline chivalry metrics are profoundly advanced."
True to tactical predictions, Hagiwara's projection of pure consideration caused his favorability rating among the girls to experience an instantaneous vertical surge.
A young woman pursued the geographical data point with intense interest: "A shrine? Could it perhaps be that immensely renowned facility situated within this sector..."
"—The Gojo Shrine, correct?"
Hagiwara let out a charming laugh: "My physical vessel literally cleared that exact spatial coordinate precisely a short duration ago, you know."
Satoru Gojo: ...Mnn? Gathering gossip across the local sector, only to unearth a data trail leading straight into my own household?
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