After introducing the instructors and the curriculum for the next six months, the Superintendent gave a concluding speech and led all the freshmen in an oath and salute ceremony, marking the end of today's opening ceremony.
After Satoru Gojo stepped off the stage, he sat in a corner "fishing in troubled waters" (slacking off) the entire time. Thinking about the priceless expressions the Boss and the "model employee" (Gin) would have if they knew he had successfully "infiltrated the enemy camp," he had to try very hard to keep from laughing during such a solemn moment.
Once the ceremony officially ended, students filed out in a stream, discussing everything that had just happened.
"The Superintendent seems very kind. I'm so glad I signed up for this school."
"But the instructors look a bit scary. I wonder if tomorrow's classes will be hard..."
"Hehe, there are so many handsome guys and pretty girls in our school; it's a feast for the eyes."
"Looking good doesn't necessarily mean having a good personality..."
Cherry blossom petals fluttered down, landing on their shoulders.
Among them, a figure as tall and sturdy as an iron tower was particularly eye-catching. He had a neat buzz cut, thick eyebrows, dark skin, and rugged features that made him look somewhat mature. Even through his uniform, his muscle definition was quite distinct, giving off a first impression of someone not to be trifled with.
As if looking for a specific person, his gaze swept quickly across the remaining students—finally locking onto a certain figure.
It was Satoru Gojo, who had just come out of the restroom.
He was leaning against a wall, one hand in his pocket while the other covered a yawn, a physiological tear still hanging from the corner of his eye. The oath earlier had been so long-winded it had made him quite drowsy.
At that moment, the tower-like figure caught his attention. It was rare to see someone taller than his current body. He looked very familiar...
Ah, isn't this the "Class Rep" from the quintet?
"Student Hisano!"
The man raised a hand to greet him. "Hello. First time meeting you, I'm Wataru Date."
Wataru Date was already one of Satoru Gojo's "targets," but he hadn't expected the man to approach him proactively.
"Hello there, Date-san. Did you have something to say to me?"
Seemingly surprised that Satoru Gojo was so easy to talk to, Date was momentarily stunned before raising an eyebrow. "Actually... I found your speech just now very interesting."
"Oh?"
He spoke bluntly: "Only the 'strong' can become qualified police officers—is that what you believe?"
Hearing this, Satoru Gojo shrugged. "Otherwise? Wait for a vicious criminal to give me, a rookie, an over-the-shoulder throw so I can spend the rest of my life in a hospital with severe fractures, crying before I die about how I used to be an 'officer'?"
"...Yeah, I think so too."
But why so specific! And what's with the 'officer' slang?
Date nodded. "Without sufficient strength, one cannot truly carry out justice. On the contrary, one might fall into the tragic situation of bowing to evil... I never want to become like that."
After finishing, he showed a hint of sheepishness that didn't quite match his rugged aura. "Sorry, I suddenly started talking about myself. It's just strange—my intuition tells me that you can understand these feelings..."
"I don't mind at all."
The main point was that this angle of looking up at you is a bit annoying, Satoru Gojo grumbled in his heart.
If I knew, I would have made this 'vest' a bit bigger...
Date smiled. "I remember you said everyone here is too weak and no one can be your opponent, right?"
"Just telling the truth." The youth's tone was calm, as if he genuinely didn't understand why anyone would question it.
"Indeed, you are excellent. Entering Tokyo University at fourteen—you truly live up to the name of a genius," Date admitted. "When I took second place in the entrance exam, I didn't think the first-place person would be much stronger than me... but you and Student Furuya made me realize I'm still not working hard enough."
"However, I don't agree with your statement that 'everyone is too weak.' Even ordinary people with average talent have their own potential. Once tapped into, it can be limitless."
As he spoke, his entire being seemed to glow. "No matter how excellent you are, I will work hard to catch up to you."
Date extended a large hand toward Satoru Gojo warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hisano-kun."
"You're quite motivated~ Date-san."
No wonder he's the Class Rep. In any anime, this kind of hot-blooded "big brother" character is always very likable.
"Fine..." Satoru Gojo reached out to shake his hand. "Then I'll look forward to it."
[Ding! Impression points from plot character Wataru Date +500. Composition analysis... Friendly.]
Furuya Rei and Hiromitsu Morofushi finished lunch at the cafeteria and walked back to the dormitory building side by side.
"I feel like the food here doesn't suit my taste," the handsome young man with light brown hair complained. "Hiro, the food you cook is much better."
"It's alright, it's not as amazing as you make it sound." Hiromitsu laughed. "The dorms should have a small kitchen, right? If there's time, you can just come over to my place to eat, Zero."
"Sure, it would be much more convenient if we were roommates."
"Yeah..."
"If we have to live with a peculiar stranger, there might be a lot of conflicts," Furuya Rei said, feeling a bit of a headache.
"Like that Student Hisano?" Hiromitsu asked.
"I have indeed heard quite a few complaints about him. Just in the cafeteria, I heard things like 'he looks down on people,' 'no humility,' and 'quite wicked.'"
"However, he doesn't seem to care about others' opinions."
"Well, though that speech was irritating..." Furuya sighed. "He is incredibly straightforward."
"I think that point alone is quite impressive." Hiromitsu had always admired people who could speak their true feelings out loud, just like Zero. Perhaps because he was too reserved himself, he felt more fondly toward such people.
"Then would you be okay being his roommate?" Furuya asked casually.
"Eh? That... sounds a bit scary." Hiromitsu shook his head. "Never mind, I'm probably not good at dealing with him. Forget about me—what if you end up living with that Matsuda student?"
"Ha, something like that? No way—"
Murphy's Law: the thing you want to happen least is exactly what will happen.
After the ceremony, the dormitory list had been arranged. Everyone took their room keys and dragged their suitcases over.
"146... right, this is it." Furuya Rei looked at the relatively spacious room and breathed a sigh of relief. At least we're not packed in like sardines. That's good.
At that moment, a man with black curly hair poked his head out from the bedroom.
"Are you my roommate... HUH?! Holy crap, it's the blond bastard!"
"Jinpei Matsuda! Why is it you?!"
Furuya Rei was stunned. Why, out of everyone, were the two of them who couldn't stand each other paired together!
Hiro, you jinx!
In the nearby Room 144, Hiromitsu Morofushi was unpacking. He folded the last piece of clothing and placed it into one of the wardrobes. He loved tidiness and was good at organizing, so the room quickly looked brand new, filled with a warm atmosphere—including a few books and a small blue alarm clock on the bedside table.
"Is it an illusion? I thought I heard Zero shouting..."
He wanted to go out and check on his childhood friend and grab a basin of water to wipe the desk. However, a faint sound of footsteps came from the doorway.
Hiromitsu looked up and saw a handsome youth with black hair and red eyes standing by the door with a small suitcase.
"Yo, good afternoon." That voice seemed to carry an innate laziness. "Roommate."
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