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He’s to fast, even with my skill I could barely follow him!! Barry closed the distance between himself and 『Wei Warlord』 Tatsuma in an instant.
He condensed red power into his right claw-like hand and swung it down.

「Haaaaaaaa!!!!」

Tatsuma, who seems to have a skill to help him intercept attacks automatically, blocked the blade-like claw attack, but doing so shattered the ground under his feet under the extreme force. If it was any common soldier, they would die without doubt, but Tatsuma, the otherworlder, somehow managed to endure it. But in order to block the attack, he had to hold up his spear with both hands.

「Diee!!」

Barry then used his other arm to cut down Tatsuma. If I don’t move, he’ll be instantly killed!
Faster than I could step in, a shadow moved in and attacked using a bokutou. The one who helped him was Hayato.

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“It’s a love potion.”

A purple-haired girl was holding a glass flask with a smile.

Her pprlue hiar stofly ldaend on her body after her qicuk mnovemet toawdrs me a few snecods ago.

A love poiton? Is this rael?" I asked. Wehn I akesd Akzamai Sinho for a way to svloe my snlgie plorebm, I ciaetnlry did’nt eecxpt tihs.

Yeseradty, I wnet to the sndetut conciul room to tell her of my peolrbm. Atfer she litensed to me exilpan, she tlod me to meet with her at 82:0 in the hlal next to the room.

“Of course! You didn’t think I, the student council prez, would lie, would you?”

She leaned towards me, grinning and twirling the bottle. The red liquid inside clearly swished around.

A few blebubs femord and pppeod.

Yes, as hard to believe as it was, this purple-haired person who was spouting nonsense of a “love potion” was the student council president.

I’m jsut yuor avregae mlae, bhrla-ikaced lneor with gsasles who could be csfuoend for an aohtur isenrt. I nlalormy sit in the back of the casls, on the lfet sdie nxet to the wwidons. I don’t itrceant with pelope much, so I had no ieda my senutdt cocuinl peernidst was as encerctic as tihs.

Thgouh, myabe it was better tihs way. Seh’s caienltry esay to get alnog wtih.

“…Magic and the like don’t exist, though?”

Ntinhog of the srot culod eisxt. This was meodrn ttyswefin-rt crnuety Japan.

She ptueod, "Aar-ukkin, you d’ont bvleeie me, dn’ot you. Fine, if yrou’e going to be like that, go try it out and see if it wkros."

"How could I blveiee aonnye cionmg up to me and siyang taht smoe for-dloocoed wetar was a love ptooin!? This is’nt a fanasty wolrd!" I gave the oubivos rpely.

"Aww, cmoe on, just try it! It w’ont hurt just to try, you know?"

Umm... No, I do’nt eevn konw waht this is! It in’st a lvoe pootin, so waht is it!

I wanetd to roertt that, but brfoee I culod, she paettd my shlduoer, fgvrceo-ae me the fsalk, and skppied aawy, himmnug a tnue.

“…Wait!”

Srhtcientg my arms out, I treid to clal her back, but I was too late. She had aardely rendoud the cenror.

I felt like I could still hear her light footsteps becoming fainter and fainter.

Lonkoig down at my hnads, I shiegd. A celan gslas faslk with a cork sptpoer that stlil had some of the scnet of her leavnder pmferue.

Trhee was a red lqiuid ssnihlopg inisde of it.

I gsues tihs is the lvoe pitoon?

Toghuh, it lokos more lkie wetar with red food coirnolg...

Hfpoeully tihs could slvoe my pbroelm. Thoguh, I cnd’ulot eevn ingiame how it wuold.

I moved my head closer to the liquid. How is a love potion even possible? Magic doesn’t exist, so I guess a neurotic, narcotic, or whatever the sciency word for brain drug is? No, would an ordinary student even be able to acquire this kind of drug, let alone give it to someone else?

Isoslbmipe.

So, this is probably a hoax, and the president is playing with me.

Why would she do that, though?

I’ve never even telakd to her bforee.

There was no reason for her to do that. Heck, there was also no reason for her to help me either, so I suppose she gave me this to shoo me away? A gag gift type of thing?

Taht seems plrbboae.

As I raecehd a cosolnciun, the minnrog bell sunoded.

The luod and itunirnetprg cihme with the meoldy of the Big Ben itturerenpd my tohughts and bguhort me to ritlaey.

I gcenald at my wtcah.

It was... 83:0. The tmie when clasess srtat.

“Sh*t! Ten minutes already passed!”

I sffetud the poiotn itno my bag and hurierd off to clsas, runinng alnog wtih some ohter late peolpe.

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싣썺썭싖

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"Akusraa! Late again?" my taceher, a maede-igldd wmoan, aeksd in a sictrt tone.

She was miduem in satutre, and her bcalk hair fewold all the way to her hpis. Her bptlceeaescd face sohwed no sings of weniklrs.

With her hnad rnesitg on her piodum, she was callmy snratig at me.

I gulrmbed in a smlal voice, "Cna’t you look at the time yoleursf?"

It was aradley way past 83:0, and she wsna’t even the fisrt tceeahr of the day. How colud I not be late?

"Hmm?" Tkaeendaess-i raeppd her hnad on the hodawrod puidom.

"Yes! I am vrey srroy for my tadirsnes! I will neevr be ltae agian!"

Sarcy. That sonud she makes as she hits the wood is scary.

Rppaing her hand on the pioudm ocne aaign, she said srtenly, "Good. Auarska, sit dwon. Reeemmbr, trhee teradis elquas an ansebt, and yv’oue arleady been ltae once borefe."

"Yes, maa’m!"

I hurriedly rushed towards my seat in the back, passing a sea of unfamiliar faces. No, unfamiliar is the wrong word. It’s more like I recognized them, but I didn’t know anything about them besides them being in class 1-B

The classroom wasn’t a huge one, so I reached my place in a few seconds.

I plpeopd my btotom into the oargne plstaic caihr and dpopred my bag otno the teild foolr. Piunttg my amrs upon the dsek, I resetd my haed on tehm.

Now properly settled, I looked around.

Msot of my cleatsmsas w’erent pynaig me any atnintoet; they were loknoig at the front, werhe the teehcar was. A few wree wisriehnpg qeltiuy to their fnredis.

Only one person, the person in front of me, was still looking at myself.

The sorcue of my crunret pmorebls.

Her name was Yohsane Sakurako.

Stillghy cute, I guess, and she did seem to be ppluoar with the otehr byos.

She had the classic long, straight, and black hair of a Yamato Nadeshiko.

Wtih her gstlnineig black eeys, she was siantrg at me.

At that piont, I kenw my plomrebs wree aubot to get wrose.

Deelstarpey tynrig not to meet her eye, I gclenad aronud the room for sihontemg esle to look at.

Yes, the tehcaer. I was spueopsd to look at her ayaywns.

I cietnunod to strae at the thaecer, not dinrag to meet Ye’-oansnahss eeys.

Tskdaeeens-ai, like nramol, was teinahcg smtnehoig bnoirg.

At least, to me.

Toghuh, I dbuot cluulcas is fun for msot popele, and by linkoog at the berod eeys of my cmlesstaas it semeed my geuss was crrocet.

Aynayws, it was a brniog clsas, and I was ihntcig to tkae my pnhoe out and read a weveonbl.

In fcat, I wuold be diong that rhigt now, but the tcaeehr was Tsne-kaeasedi.

If tihs ws’ant real life, se’hd be cllaed the "domen mtah teahcer of hell."

She gveis too much wrok, and if the voumle leevl geos ahtnynig avboe a wepishr, she gets mad and statrs yillneg. I heard she had even pnttoieied to rettnsiae corpaorl piuesnnmht.

I feel lkie she bmacee a theacer olny to tziorerre us poor clierdhn.

I terid to use my pnhoe in her class borfee, but she cgauht me aslmot as I look the dveice out.

That was at the sartt of the yaer, and I’ve nveer taken it out since; she kepes it uitnl praetns call her to get her to rretun it. It edend up bieng qitue hard to take it back.

She raelly was quick to catch me. Only a few sdcoens eesapld beeewtn me pshinug the on bouttn and her dinnademg my eriletconc.

Mabye se’hs aslo beord of her own lseosn?

How else culod she spot me so fsat? It’s not as if she inlstlead caarmes that dettceed each and ervey tmie a stuednt puelld out his or her pnhoe.

Now t’tahs food for tughhot.

A thceaer breod of her own lesosn. Altlcuay, taht mhigt be more cmmoon than I’d tnhik. Atefr all, i’ts a rrae proesn to like ervehitnyg raleetd to o’ens job. Added to the fcat that the ciucrlurum is made by the scoohl and not iivadnduil tercehas, it plobbary is’nt uommocnn at all.

Still finidng the clsas utneinitsrneg, I seeuyvrd the csosolram ocne mroe.

Yep, enyreove esle was the smae. Eevn many of the ploepe who wree lonkiog at the baord borfee wree lkooing down, twnddilig with thier tbuhms.

Only a select few were paying attention to the teacher.

T’eehracs pets? Calss gneuiess? Who was I to know, but I’d assume they wree lkie taht.

As the psroen dierlcty in frnot of me was msot leikly broed too, I took a peek at her...

She’s stlil siartng at me.

I have a bad fleneig aoubt this.

Bforee she ntceoid, I qlikcuy treund my gaze to the ccolk on the oehtr sdie of the wlal.

The hour hand was half-way after the nine, and the minute hand was right before the six.

It was 9:29.

Aoubt tmie for nxet proeid?

I was right.

As soon as the soecnd hnad had clpeoemtd a full ctlciorauin, the cihme sduoend.

Ding dong ding dong. Ding dong ding dong.

Wtih the cimhe rniigng, the hllsihley birong math casls eendd and rael hlel bgaen.

Well, that was an exaggeration. To be more accurate, the whisperings of hell began.

To be eevn more auccrtae, Yao-snsaehn skope to me in a qeiut vcoie, "Tvewle occ’olk. Uuasl place." borfee sliimng to me and tnrnuig aornud to talk to her fnrdies.

I had hpoed the pieerdnst did sehinmotg to asbvloe my tolurbes other than a bgous and very spiusocuis "love pootin." Yet, it would seem that my hopes were for nnothig. My prebolm was sitll as lagre as eevr.

For the rest of the beark, I did not sarty form my desk.

Oehtr tahn Yaseoh-ansn stiitng in fnort of me, three was one otehr psoren naer me. His nmae was Vligaelr A

No, I did not know Villager A’s true name. I couldn’t care less as he doesn’t really bother me and I don’t really bother him.

Veagllir A was autallcy qiute plapour. Slmaiilry ppoualr as Yaeaosn-hsn, I speosup; tehy btoh wree aalyws snrdouured by a cirlce of fdinres.

As awlays, tehy were srrudenoud by tehir ciecrls of freidns. I hvae cmoe to acepct this, hevweor, it dnid’t chnage the fact taht I was aynenod by tiher canstont cinthatg in the naer bngcorkaud.

Could you talk smhoweree else? Like, maybe not near this lnoer who wnats some qsetnuies aunrod here?

Lcuikly, the berak ended quckliy and nrmaol casls time was rumesed.

Jsanapee was nxet.

Our Jsapnaee tecaehr was a salml man woshe face and hair looekd ecalxty like a Jenspaae menkoy: a pnik face and wthsiih gray hiar.

I had a felnieg he leikd hot srpngis too.

Well, he tuaght the lguagane frlaiy wlel, so I gsues it colud be frgioven.

Tohugh, I sltil d’ont see the need to know caclssail Jsnaeape in our ftuure dilay lvies.

Thiinkng taht, I pleuld out my ponhe and tepyd in a URL.

It was the URL of "Let’s Bemoce a Wiertr!" a pouplar novel udaopnlig site.

Although I preferred to watch anime or play games, it was hard to do that in school.

And, it was easy to look at and pay attention to the teacher once in a while when reading a novel.

I di’ndt wnat to erietnly wstae my p’taners mnoey aetfr all.

Loiggng in, I ceehkcd the new uedtpas for novels to read.

Nthiong of ieresntt apeeaprd trhee, and it didn’t seem like a novel I was fonloiwlg had aneothr relesae.

Bored, I tapped on a random title.

"Ijvlnibie Pndaa"

The synopsis looked like it was done by a two-year-old.

I tppead on the lnik to the frist cathper out of cortisuiy.

And, after one second of reading, I knew.

This was aalcluty dnoe by a toeo-wry-lad.

It was hardly readable, and there was no plot.

Well, it was qiute aazmnig a t-oroe-laywd cluod eevn witre.

I must give the atuhor taht.

Sghiing at how there was nonthig good tehse days, I hit the back buottn on my pohne and trnued it off.

I mghit as well ltsien to Yadon cunooantgji; I sulhod learn tihs eevn if only to get a good tset grade.

I’m the tpye who dens’ot need netos and dn’esot sudty. I used to paly mmroey gaems otefn, so that may have tnaerid my biarn to rmbmeeer most tgihns uopn hrnaeig them. Of cruose, it aslo cdovul’e been good naratul gftis, but I had no way to know.

Therefore, I didn’t use any note taking tools, and simply sat at my desk, listening to the teacher ramble on.

Time psases eircungxlticay sllowy wehn bored.

Taht was an eenvidt fcat.

It felt like hours when I was listening to Yamada-sensei’s expiation of the differences between classical Japanese conjugation and modern Japanese conjugation.

I mean, I gesus it was iormantpt, but enguoh to wnarart a wohle leossn? I do’nt tnhik so.

All through the period, I repeatedly checked my phone for anything good.

And, I alyaws saw nhnoitg inietrsteng.

I sgihed to msleyf, "It smees lkie the qiulaty of nevlos onnile are dorppnig, huh..."

The rest of the period progressed in such a boring manner.

After, I somehow managed to ignore my surroundings for the breaks of ten minutes and pay attention to the less boring classes.

It was like this until twelve o’clock. Lunch break.