Chapter 17 :THE Class 2 - A of Hoshigawa
The atmosphere inside the Principal's office of Hoshigawa High School was currently drowned in a strange sense of familiarity and deep silence.
The morning light gleamed against the expensive mahogany panels on the walls, casting a royal and serene aura across the room.
Sitting behind the vast oak-wood desk, the absolute head of Hoshigawa, Principal Isamu Hayashida, looked at the new student standing before him with a gentle yet authoritative gaze.
His massive, muscular giant frame was completely still at the moment, but a warm spark of old friendship shimmered within his eyes.
Principal Sir looked at Renjiro and asked with great affection,
"Child, tell me, which class will you be joining?
And how old are you right now?"
Renjiro politely bowed his head slightly and replied,
"Sir, my age is currently seventeen years, Sir."
Isamu thought for a moment and then asked,
"Which school did you study at before, Renjiro child?"
Renjiro quietly lifted his head and said,
"Sir, I completed my first year at Hakuho High "
His voice carried a slow hesitation due to the self-consciousness of his heavy body, which brought a warm smile to the Principal's face.
A gentle warmth spread across Isamu's face as fond memories from the past flickered in the corners of his eyes.
Bringing up their old friendship with a chuckle, he said,
"All right, my boy, let me tell you the truth.
In fact, I was the one who requested your admission.
Because I used to hear from Kenji that he had a grandson...
So I thought
I should get him admitted into his own grandfather's school."
Amidst the scent of costly ink and wood lingering in the room, the Principal softened his voice even further and continued,
"Then I called your father, just so I could meet the child Kenji always spoke about so cheerfully."
Hearing his grandfather's name and the stories of their old bond, Renjiro's heart suddenly swelled with emotion, and tears began to well up in his eyes.
After all these passing years, he had finally met someone who remembered his grandfather with such respect.
Following this, Principal Isamu stood up from his chair and placed his massive, calloused hand on Renjiro's heavy, obese shoulder, giving it a reassuring pat.
Smiling with deep, fatherly affection, he spoke,
"Come now, my boy, do not cry.
Your grandfather was the greatest pride of this school, and carrying his blood, you are now the pride of this academy.
Come, I will personally escort you to your classroom."
Principal Sir affectionately led Renjiro along with him toward the classroom.
As they stepped out of the office and walked through the vast, grand, and wide corridors of Hoshigawa High, Principal Isamu continuously spoke of profound matters to boost Renjiro's morale.
The ceiling lights cast shimmering reflections upon the mahogany panels lining the corridor walls.
Gesturing toward the old gold trophies displayed inside the tall glass cabinets along the corridor, Principal Isamu said,
"Look, Renjiro, half of these trophies you see here were brought to this school by your grandfather, Kenji.
When he was sixteen,
The entire world mocked him for being weak,
But through sheer hard work,
He established his absolute dominance over every single corner of this school.
That is why I am telling you,
Boy, never bow your head in fear of anyone's taunts."
At that very moment, passing by the grand displays of the majestic corridor, the Principal took a deep breath and thought to himself with a sense of warmth,
*'Kenji, are you watching your grandson?
Your grandson has grown so big...'*
Renjiro walked silently behind him with heavy, slow steps, but the Principal's words ignited a strange courage and fire deep within his chest.
Without any haste, taking one measured step after another, the two of them arrived directly in front of Class 2-A.
"Here we are,"
Principal Sir said softly.
The moment Principal Sir opened the door, the entire commotion inside the classroom froze instantly.
All the students were stunned and immediately stood up from their designated seats, completely disciplined and alert.
In the strict and elite environment of Hoshigawa Academy, rules were absolute; hence, the moment the Head arrived, the entire class stood in a flawless military formation
.According to the official seating layout, male monitor Tsuyoshi Taro stood in a rigid stance at the center desk of the very front row, while official female monitor Yoko Fujimoto stood at the desk right next to him on his right side.
Two rows directly behind Tsuyoshi, at the center desk, stood Miyu Inoue. Behind Miyu, at the center desk of the next row, stood Honoka Aizawa, and the seat right next to Honoka on her right side belonged to Junn Tachibana.
Directly behind Honoka, at the center desk of that row, stood Himari Suzuki. Along this exact same horizontal line, Sayaka Shirogane stood at the desk near the far-left wall, while Zixuan Lee's desk was positioned near the window on the far right.
The back-bencher zone was established completely at the rear right side of the classroom.
There stood their comedy boss Yoshiro Kurosawa, a notorious and certified back-bencher.
Directly in front of him stood Daiki Aoki, while Taiki Aoki stood at the desk in the absolute final row, right behind Yoshiro.
Slightly away from Yoshiro's group, toward the rear rows on the left side, Yuto Sakurai stood quietly by his desk in the absolute final row. Directly in front of Yuto stood Junpei Kurodan, maintaining a completely neutral posture, indifferent to his surroundings. One desk ahead of Junpei and shifted one spot to the right stood Satoshi Ichigaya. Within this precise layout, exactly six desks inside the entire classroom remained completely empty.
An intense and unexpected silence enveloped the room, only broken by the hushed whispers of the regular students echoing as they stood in place.
One student peered toward the door and whispered out of sheer astonishment,
"Hey, what is Principal Sir doing here?"
A second student, visibly startled, immediately spoke up,
"Brother, did someone stir up major trouble in our class or what?"
Another whispered with a touch of fear,
"Man, speak of auspicious things."
Right next to them, a boy clutched his chest and muttered under his breath,
"Whenever I look at Principal Sir,
I swear
I lose my mind out of fear."
Standing at the podium was their class teacher, Miss Ryouko.
The twenty-five-year-old Miss Ryouko Saegusa possessed an exceptionally strict, highly intelligent, and professional appearance.
Her physical frame was a slim and sharp 171 cm, where her considerably prominent bust size and a pure white hair braid cascading all the way down to her waist amplified her authoritative dominance.
The moment she spotted Principal Sir, she looked slightly surprised and spoke in a crisp, precise tone,
"Sir, why did you take the trouble to come all the way here?
You could have simply summoned me."
Isamu let out a hearty, booming laugh,
"Hahaha!
No, no, there is no need for that, Ryouko.
Actually, I am came here with a new student."
Principal Sir then looked over the entire classroom and asked in a welcoming yet commanding voice,
"Ah, I didn't disturb you all, did I?"
To which all the students replied in a unified, disciplined, and resounding roar,
NO SIR !!!
Hearing them, a warm expression surfaced on Principal Sir's face as he noted,
"Good."
"THAT'S EXACTLY THE SPIRIT I WANT TO SEE IN MY STUDENTS!"
At this moment, Renjiro remained hidden behind Principal Sir's big body frame, leaving the students with nothing but a broad, ominous shadow looming near the doorway, which triggered all sorts of mysterious thoughts inside their minds.
The low whispers among the students standing in the back grew even louder.
"Man, who could it be?"
one guy asked while standing. Another immediately muttered,
"Who knows, brother..."
A third student remarked anxiously,
"Looks like some new monster has taken admission."
Hearing this, an arrogant guy standing right in front of them grumbled in annoyance,
"Seriously?
The school is already packed with so many monsters as it is.
If another one shows up, the game is completely over for weaklings like us."
While every eye in the room remained glued to the doorway, the class's official male monitor stood in a rigid stance at the front row.
The eighteen-year-old Tsuyoshi Taro possessed a lean muscular physique standing at 6.1 feet (186 cm), with peach-colored hair cut in a sharp two-block style, and strict discipline evident within his rust-colored eyes. Narrowing his gaze, a sharp thought crossed his mind,
*'Ah, a new student... interesting.
Now it seems I'll have to handle another one along with the rest of them.'*
Standing on the opposite row was the official girl monitor. The seventeen-year-old Yoko Fujimoto had a 5.6-foot (168 cm) stature that prominently highlighted her bust size, with a black asymmetrical bob haircut tinted in silver falling over her purple eyes. Staring at the door with an independent and detached expression, she engaged in cold, internal thoughts,
*'Looks like another arrogant guy has taken admission into this school...
I want absolutely nothing to do with this new mess.
Getting tangled up in useless drama only makes me weak, and I absolutely hate being weak or looking weak.'*
Right behind her at the Row 3 desk stood the sweetest girl in the class.
The seventeen-year-old Miyu Inoue possessed an exceptionally slim, fit, and attractive 5.6-foot (170 cm) frame with a large bust size, her rose-white pink hair woven into a long side braid, and a completely innocent expression reflecting in her aqua-colored eyes.
She gazed intently at the heavy shadow looming by the door, wondering quietly in a soft voice within herself,
*'I wonder who is with Principal Sir...'*
Standing at seat number six along the window row was Zixuan Lee . A Chinese Transfer student
The sixteen-year-old Zixuan Lee stood at a lean and fit 5.8 feet (178 cm), with vibrant cyan hair and ruby-red eyes that carried a subtle, cold smirk.
Being Hoshigawa Academy's top student and a genius strategist, he glanced away from the window to eye the silhouette on the wall, running a calculating thought through his head,
*'In Hoshigawa's ranking system,
Every new pawn either rises to become a king or gets ground into dust on the very first move.
Let's see whose shadow this is.
Then again, what do I care?
I just need to focus on my own work *
Standing at desk B6 in Row 6 was his associate, Satoshi Ichigaya.
The eighteen-year-old Satoshi possessed a lean muscular frame at 5.11 feet (180 cm) with wide shoulders, stark silver-white hair, and orange eyes that he usually kept closed, granting him a deeply mysterious appearance.
Summoning a shrewd aura within his mind, he thought,
*'The bigger the stakes, the more amusing the game becomes.
This new shadow might just make this boring classroom a bit interesting.'*
Meanwhile, standing toward the back rows at desk A8 was Yuto Sakurai.
The sixteen-year-old Yuto stood with a lean 5.9-foot (180 cm) build, showcasing wild, spiked mustard-yellow hair and intense yellow eyes.
Completely disregarding the academy's strict decorum, a rebellious thought raced through his mind,
*'Heh, looks like some new loser is arriving,
But he stands absolutely no chance against my boss!'*
Since no one knew who was waiting behind the door, a girl standing in her place turned to her friend and whispered with excitement,
"Could it be a handsome, macho guy?
If it is,
I am definitely going to make him my boyfriend!
Just the thought of it is giving me such a massive rush!"
Hearing the surrounding chatter, a boy standing at Row 7, desk D7, scratched his head and slipped into a brief daydream.
The seventeen-year-old Yoshiro Kurosawa possessed a muscular 6.0-foot (183 cm) physique , with a completely bald, shining head.
Flexing his muscular frame, the comedy boss conjured up a lustful fantasy about a stunningly hot, rich, and sexy female transfer student, thinking to himself,
*'What if it's a completely hot, rich, and sexy girl...
If I manage to win her over, it will be pure bliss!
My dominance across this entire school,
The name of Yoshiro Kurosawa,
Will grow even more powerful!'*
Indulging deep into his fantasy, the imaginary hot and sexy girl winked at him in his mind and spoke with playful arrogance,
"Oh, my Yoshiro!
My sweetie,
I want to be friends with you...
come to me, my love!"
While Yoshiro was completely lost in his perverted delusions, his subordinate standing directly behind him in the absolute final Row 8 leaned forward carefully, making sure to avoid the sharp gazes of Principal Sir and the teacher.
The sixteen-year-old Taiki Aoki, right hand of yoshiro,whose turquoise hair and fuchsia eyes gleamed in a sly, manipulative troll mode, stared intently at the glowing bald head right in front of him.
Whispering with a malicious, mocking grin, he muttered,
"This bald guy just keeps dreaming all day...
nothing can save this scoundrel.
Looks like along with the hair on his head, his brain has also vanished from his bald scalp."
Standing at the desk in Row 6, directly in front of Yoshiro, was his other companion, Daiki Aoki ,The left hand of yoshiro.
The sixteen-year-old Daiki maintained a lean athletic 5.8-foot (177 cm) frame with fuchsia hair and turquoise eyes, pulling a loud and overdramatic 'Mad Dog' expression.
Hearing Taiki's savage roast from behind, he stood in his place and snickered quietly under his breath.
Daiki and Taiki were look-alike twin brothers.
[CHAPTER 17 ENDS]