《The Twilight Institute》 [v1] Ch. 1: Welcome to the Twilight Institute Part 1 I peer through the aeroplane window¡ªan expansive campus that could be easily mistaken as an entire country unfolding beneath. This remarkable sight seamlessly blends with the twilight sky and ominous black clouds, creating an otherworldly panorama. The collective gasps of the other students speak volumes about their awe and surprise. I, however, am not surprised. The school¡¯s colossal size is no revelation; it is common knowledge. I sit back in my seat, unmoved by the gasps around me. The colossal campus sprawls beneath, a kingdom of academia that stretches as far as the eye can see. As the plane descends, the details of the campus become clearer. Rows upon rows of buildings, each one a maze of classrooms, libraries, and laboratories, dot the landscape. The architecture is a blend of modern and traditional, with sleek glass structures standing alongside ancient brick buildings. The stewardess announces our arrival, urging everyone to fasten their seat belts. I comply, my gaze still fixed on the approaching spectacle. It is not that I am unimpressed; it is just expected. The other students chatter excitedly, speculating about what awaits them. ¡°Imagine the cultural treasures this place must hold.¡± ¡°I heard the local cuisine is a culinary masterpiece. I can¡¯t wait to dive into that!¡± ¡°I hope the accommodations are comfortable. A good night¡¯s sleep can make or break the first impression of a place.¡± I remain silent; my thoughts are my only companions. The moment the plane¡¯s wheels make contact with the runway, the subdued murmurs of my fellow students are swiftly drowned out by a deafening symphony of thunderous footsteps. I follow the stream of enthusiastic students down onto the school¡¯s airport, where we are greeted like a maid greeting their master. The grandeur of the welcome did not escape my notice¡ªa choreographed display to dazzle the newcomers. ¡°Whoaaaa! This is soooo cooool! ¡°I know, right? I can¡¯t believe we got in!¡± ¡°We¡¯re the best of the best! It¡¯s no surprise we got in.¡± Ignoring the unnecessarily enthusiastic dialogue, I wait until the crowd disperses. The school¡¯s representatives guide us towards the imposing entrance, adorned with intricate symbols hinting at the magical essence of The Twilight Institute. Once we reach the entrance hall, a tall, powerful-looking man walks up the stage and tests the microphone. ¡°Cough cough¡­ Ahem! Welcome students to the wonderful, amazing¡­ Twilight Institute!¡± The hall transforms into a realm of auditory chaos, as if a legion of banshees decided to throw a party in my eardrums. And the quality of these screams. They reverberate through the hall with the finesse of opera singers hitting those high notes. It is like the entire cast of a horror movie suddenly realised they left the oven on and decided to vocalise their collective distress. ¡°Your journey here marks the beginning of an extraordinary chapter in your lives. But be warned, the Twilight Institute is no ordinary magic school. Here, magic doesn¡¯t merely occupy a curriculum; it pulses through the very essence of our existence.¡± As he speaks, the symbols adorning the walls begin to shimmer, emitting a soft glow that captivates the audience. ¡°The magic within these walls is not bound by tradition; it¡¯s a force that intertwines with the fabric of our reality. You are not here merely to study spells and incantations. You are here to wield the very essence of magic itself.¡± The crowd of students gets louder. ¡°We encourage you to explore and push the boundaries of what you thought possible. The Twilight Institute is a place where innovation and discovery reign supreme. Embrace the magic within you, and you¡¯ll find that this institute is more than a school¡ªit¡¯s a crucible for the extraordinary.¡± The man pauses, scanning the sea of eager faces, then continues with a note of seriousness. ¡°But with great power comes great responsibility. The magic you wield can shape reality itself. We expect you to use it wisely, with respect for the balance that binds our world. Misuse of magic can have dire consequences, not only for you but for the very fabric of existence.¡± A hushed silence falls over the hall as the gravity of his words sinks in. The man¡¯s gaze remains unwavering, his presence commanding attention. ¡°We thank you for listening attentively, for this marks the commencement of your extraordinary journey within the mystical confines of The Twilight Institute.¡± The hall becomes silent momentarily before erupting in cheers and screams. I remain indifferent, accustomed to such grandiloquent speeches. As the speech concludes, we are each granted keys with a specific number on them; mine is 4296. We are escorted out of the hall and into the outside. I analyse around, noting the grandiosity of the twenty-four dorm buildings. The Twilight Institute does not just live up to its reputation¡ªit exceeds it. Every building easily surpasses a five-star hotel, complete with luxurious amenities and a pampering staff. Students mill about, engaged in idle chatter. Some point and whisper, clearly talking about me. It is no surprise¡ªpurple hair is a rare colour, and my indifferent fa?ade does not help. Ignoring their stares, I make my way towards my dorm. They had wormholes placed around the whole school as a means for fast travel. It is helpful for long journeys. Upon unlocking and entering my dorm, I am greeted by an elaborate suite fitted with lavish furnishings and state-of-the-art amenities. Not too bad. The Twilight Institute does not lack opulence. It may not seem like it, but luxury is something I appreciate and value. ¡°This place is meant for the mighty.¡± My remarks carry a heavy burden that lingers. But there is just stillness, that old friend. Glancing around my dorm, my eyes capture peculiar assortments: a demon heart¡ªI am not even going to ask how that got on earth; a crypt token, undoubtedly earned by the school¡¯s elites; a slew of sci-fi-esque items. Amidst these curiosities, a seemingly out-of-place item caught my attention¡ªa lone condom. Who knew an elite magic school would have one of these? My dorm, which featured a bed, prosperous walls, and a bathroom that is above and beyond five stars, is where I moved in. Each detail, meticulously crafted, contributed to an atmosphere of extravagance that transcended the ordinary. Stepping out of this human paradise for a moment, a gentle reminder plays in my mind¡ªlessons awaited me today. Stepping outside of human paradise for a moment, I realise that I have lessons today. Every group of people I see in the dormitory halls is brimming with a thirst for authority and attention. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. I enter the wormhole¡¯s shimmering vortex, ignoring the far-off voices behind me. As the skewed reality settles, I find myself under the shadow of a massive school structure. This must be where the classes are. A gentle tap on my shoulder halts me as I am about to enter the school. I turn back and find a lime-green-haired boy grinning brightly at me. ¡°Hello there! Are you new to this school? I¡¯m your upperclassman if you are.¡± I look at him expressionlessly, yet he smiles even more. ¡°Yes, I am new to this school. Who may you be?¡± ¡°I¡¯m Sora. Sora Mitsuru. What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°My name is Kiyorakana Kage.¡± I withhold any inclination to reciprocate his smile. The choice of my words and the measured tone reveal little, but my internal assessment is thorough. ¡°Nice to meet you, Kage.¡± Sora Mitsuru extended his hand, perhaps for a handshake. Though, in response, I chose not to reciprocate the gesture, my decision is communicated through a subtle shift in posture. ¡°I prefer that you use my first name.¡± ¡°Sorry, Kiyorakana. I¡¯ll make sure to use your first name from now on.¡± ¡°It is fine.¡± Sora Mitsuru¡¯s bright grin widens as he continues the conversation, undeterred by my brief responses. He appears to take the initiative to engage, which demonstrates both confidence and a welcoming temperament. Observing him, it is clear that Sora Mitsuru represents a symbol of peace. His effort in conversation demonstrates more than just simple confidence but also a genuine desire to connect. Sora Mitsuru¡¯s sincere grin and the serenity in his introduction portray a picture of someone who prioritises peace above all else. He wants everyone to live in harmony with each other. A horrible decision if you truly desire world peace. And I am certain he already knows. ¡°So, Kiyorakana, what brings you to our renowned academy? Are you excited about the magical journey that awaits you?¡± ¡°I am here to acquire knowledge and hone my abilities. Excitement is irrelevant.¡± ¡°Well, Kiyorakana, this place is full of surprises. I¡¯ve been here for a while now, and trust me, every day feels like an adventure. You¡¯ll get used to the magical charm of this school. There¡¯s always something extraordinary happening around here.¡± I tilt my head. ¡°Extraordinary? Well, I would assume so.¡± Sora Mitsuru¡¯s jovial conduct does not waver, and he seems determined to break through my reserved exterior. ¡°Kiyorakana, you¡¯ll discover that our academy is more than just classes and magical training. It¡¯s a location where relationships are formed and friendships are strengthened. Have you made any new friends?¡± I raise an eyebrow, considering the concept of friendships in this environment. ¡°I have just arrived. It is too early to establish connections.¡± Sora Mitsuru chuckles, seemingly undeterred by my pragmatic response. ¡°Fair point, fair point. But trust me, this school has a way of bringing people together. You might be surprised.¡± ¡°This conversation has gone on long enough.¡± Sora Mitsuru¡¯s grin persists, and he leans against a nearby pillar, undeterred by my attempts to keep the conversation brief. ¡°Well, Kiyorakana, even if you¡¯re not seeking friendships, you can¡¯t deny the enchanting atmosphere of the Twilight Institute. There¡¯s an undeniable magic in the air that goes beyond spells and incantations.¡± I remain silent, absorbing his enthusiasm for the mystical ambience of the school. Sora Mitsuru seems determined to share his positive outlook. ¡°Trust me, you¡¯ll find your rhythm here. Maybe even discover something about yourself you never knew.¡± I turn and begin moving in the direction of the enormous school building¡¯s entrance. ¡°That, I doubt.¡± The hallways¡¯ twists and turns look never-ending, and it is evident that the institution lacks any easy traversal wormholes to make navigating simpler. I eventually find my classroom after what feels like an eternity of roaming about. My view is obscured by the abundance of chairs and classmates as I go in. There are a total of one hundred desks, yet only eighty-six people are here. The instructor is not among them. I take a seat in what is referred to as the protagonist¡¯s seat¡ªthe back corner near the window, away from everyone else¡ªand wait patiently for the class to start. My attention is drawn to the other eighty-six people while I waited. Amber hair, pink hair, obsidian hair, and brown hair are common hair colours I noticed in this school. This dark-coloured institution is infected by a rainbow of hair colours. It somewhat takes the ¡®Twilight¡¯ out of ¡®Twilight Institute¡¯. I notice a lone individual seated next to me reading a book; she probably believes acknowledging the hectic classroom is a strain on one¡¯s mind. Which I would not blame her. Which makes me think about something: Where is the instructor? And as if the Outer Gods were listening, the instructor bursts through the door, excluding a strict and unfriendly guise. Everyone went silent and quickly scurried into their seats. I can see fear in some of their eyes. The instructor does not look terrible or have a bad personality; she most certainly just has a reputation for expelling students effortlessly. Not to mention, she seems rather irate. ¡°Alright! I¡¯m going to be your lecturer this week¡ª¡± The students quietly communicate and giggle throughout the instructor¡¯s introduction, trying to avert their minds from her. ¡°QUIET!¡± It did not work out well. The unnecessarily curvy instructor, with her black hair and sharp eyes, bore her gaze on everyone before speaking again. ¡°My name is Kyoko Shinoda. Now, listen up. Refer to me as Instructor Shinoda. I demand respect, and any deviation from this form of address will not be tolerated. This week, you will descend into the complexities of advanced Dissonance Affinity; you are all smart enough for that. Monday through Friday, 9 AM to 4:35 PM No tardiness will be tolerated. Punctuality is a virtue that I expect each of you to uphold. I will also not hesitate to expel anyone I believe to be a nuisance. This is not a conventional classroom. You¡¯re not ordinary students. You¡¯re part of the Twilight Institute. Consider yourselves fortunate or cursed, depending on your perspective, but I expect you to act like a proper elite student.¡± I can already hear the moans and groans of most of my classmates; the lone individual still has her gaze locked onto her book, clearly undeterred by all this. ¡°I will now be explaining the most basic things you will need to understand about this school. Firstly, magic is to be wielded only within the confines of designated training zones. Any deviation will be met with severe consequences. There is no room for leniency. Secondly, students will be meticulously sorted into working groups based on their average power level. This is not a matter of choice but a necessity for maintaining order and efficiency. Resist this categorization at your peril. Thirdly, leaving the school premises during your enrollment is strictly and unequivocally prohibited. You are here to learn, not to wander. Any attempt to breach this restriction will result in immediate repercussions. Finally, expulsion from any staff member is absolute and final. There will be no appeals unless blatant unfairness is proven, a rare occurrence. The rule board, situated just outside this classroom, contains the detailed framework of your obligations. Ignorance of these rules will not be accepted as an excuse.¡± As the teacher continues, her voice becomes more stern and authoritative. The students in the classroom shift uncomfortably in their seats, realising the seriousness of the rules. Some exchange worried glances, while others scribble down notes, determined to remember every word. They know that they will be held accountable for any violations. One student, however, raises their hand and speaks. What an idiot. ¡°Uhm, Instructor Shinoda? I don¡¯t want my school life to be¡ª¡± ¡°Did I ask you to speak?¡± The instructor looks at him with dark, piercing, fear-instilling eyes. ¡°N-no! Instructor Shinoda!¡± ¡°Then grasp the glaringly obvious concept and refrain from polluting the air with your unnecessary input. Simple enough, even for someone of your apparent cognitive capacity.¡± The student, seemingly incapable of grasping the simplest instructions, nods vigorously as if desperately attempting to comprehend. Yet, this feeble display of acknowledgement is promptly followed by the audacious act of resting their head on the desk. ¡°And do refrain from using your desk as a makeshift pillow. It is a classroom, not a nap haven. Keep your head off the desk, unless, of course, you have suddenly developed an insatiable desire for a headache.¡± The student jumps up; surprisingly, no one laughs or giggles. The solemnity in the air seemingly exceeded the capacity for amusement. ¡°As previously emphasised, the rule board stands just beyond this classroom, accompanied by its counterpart, the job board. Considering your constrained existence within these walls, we generously provide you with the option to apply for various positions. From the mundane, like cashiers, to the grand, such as training instructors and Dissonance Affinity researchers.¡± ¡°The dormitories¡ªby now, you should be acquainted with their functioning. However, let me reiterate for those with selective attention spans: Sexual activity is strictly prohibited.¡± Then why is a condom in my dorm? Who would leave a condom in the dorms? This place is meant for the mighty, not the horny. ¡°Consider those the fundamental tenets you must engrave into your consciousness at this esteemed institution. Effective immediately, formal lessons shall commence, and be forewarned, every alternate day will be devoted to rigorous training.¡± ¡°So¡ª¡± ¡°Do. Not. Speak¡± ¡°¡­¡± The silence following those words hangs in the air, an unyielding decree cutting through any potential disruption. Three hours elapse in relentless productivity. The subject matter? The purported history of Dissonance Affinity¡ªinformation that, I, for one, am already well acquainted with. [v1] Ch. 1.1: Welcome to the Twilight Institute Part 2 Once the bell rings, the students walk out of the class and into the hallways. Except for a small group consisting of a red-haired female, a blond boy, and a black-haired boy. I have a feeling the female will be a problem. It also seems like the lone individual has left as well, so I guess I will too. Outside the classroom and in the hallway, a rule and a job board lie. I read the rules. Some of them are as the instructor mentioned. There are some rules and punishments, like: ¡°Use common sense.¡± ¡°Any unsupervised damage to the school results in immediate expulsion.¡± ¡°Getting fired from a job will result in a suspension of up to three days.¡± And one that stands out to me like pure light in a pitch-black room: ¡°These rules only apply if you are caught.¡± That is interesting. I then skim the jobs. The options range from the mundane to the grandiose, from cashier to training instructor, just like the instructor mentioned. There are even research positions, presumably related to Dissonance Affinity. [Jobs] [1. Dissonance Affinity Researcher: 10,680 Twilight Shards a month] [2. Training Instructor: 1,170 Twilight Shards a month] [3. Cashier: 480 Twilight Shards a Month] [¡­And more¡­] All these jobs sound fine, though they are not necessary for me. However, acquiring one to seem like a normal person seems like the best option. I continue scrolling through the list of jobs, weighing the pros and cons of each position. The idea of being a cashier does not particularly excite me, but it seems like a simple enough job to blend in with society. Plus, the pay is decent enough. As my eyes sweep across the job board, I employ not only my visual acuity but also leverage the ambient sounds enveloping me to conduct a rapid yet precise analysis of the individuals engaged in conversation. This auditory scrutiny affords me an immediate and astute understanding of their character. The crisp, articulate tones of a well-educated individual stand out amidst the cacophony of everyday chatter. As I observe and listen, I mentally categorise each person I encounter, effortlessly deciphering their social status, confidence level, and even their emotional state. I contemplate for a while, and I finally decide that taking up a cashier position might be the most inconspicuous way to blend in. It aligns with the notion of a typical student, reducing the chances of drawing unnecessary attention. The pay is reasonable, and it will not interfere significantly with my primary goal. Upon reaching the application area, I find myself in a line of students, each awaiting their turn to express interest in various positions. As I wait, I observe the interactions around me, noting the different attitudes and expressions displayed by my fellow students. Some seem genuinely excited about the prospect of a job, while others appear indifferent, perhaps considering it more of a necessity than a choice. When it is finally my turn, I attempt to express my interest in the cashier position, maintaining a composed demeanour. The administrator takes note of my choice, providing me with the necessary information and forms to fill out. I complete the process efficiently, keeping my responses concise and to the point. I have made my decision, and I navigate the bustling halls towards the designated area to apply for the cashier position. As I walk, I continue my subtle analysis of the students around me. I note this as I pass through the diverse crowd, mentally cataloguing the characteristics of those I encounter. Walking through the labyrinthine hallways, I encounter the same girl with long, spiky red hair. Our eyes lock for a moment¡ªnarrow gazes meeting with implied intensity. Without uttering a word, I continue on my way, maintaining my indifferent fa?ade. I can sense her looking back at me, perhaps out of curiosity. Who was that individual? They exuded great power. It did not feel like Dissonance Affinity. It was something else. ¡­ I guess I am curious too. I step out of the imposing school building, my silent footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. The night air greets me as I ascend to the roof, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the constantly darkened sky. The school, with its sprawling campus, seems to lose its imposing nature when viewed from this elevated perspective. This ¡®Earth¡¯ planet is more appealing than I imagined. The darkness, far from oppressive, carries a serene beauty of its own. The faint shimmer of distant stars and the occasional passing of celestial bodies create a celestial dance that captivates even my indifferent gaze. The serenity of the night is abruptly halted by a sudden thud behind me. I turn, my expression unchanged, as the door swings open, breaking the stillness with a metallic groan. This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. A figure emerges into the moonlit night, their footsteps resonating on the rooftop. It is a fellow student, oblivious to my silent presence. It is the green-haired boy from earlier, Sora Mitsuru. He steps onto the roof, his eyes slightly widening in surprise as he notices me standing there. A smile plays on his lips, undeterred by the unexpected encounter. ¡°Ah, Kiyorakana! I wasn¡¯t expecting you to be here.¡± ¡°Same for you. Why are you here?¡± My voice, though cold and unemotional, conveys no hostility. Sora Mitsuru walks towards me, a warm grin illuminating his face. We stand next to each other, gazing out at the vast, expansive view before us. ¡°I¡¯m just here to watch the amazing view.¡± His voice is quiet, yet there is an underlying current of strength. ¡°I see.¡± We stand there for a few moments, the silence comfortable. ¡°So, Kiyorakana, how are you liking the Twilight Institute so far?¡± ¡°It is fine.¡± ¡°I know it¡¯s a lot to take in. But trust me, this place has a way of growing on you.¡± ¡°If that is what you say.¡± ¡°What about you? What brings you up here tonight?¡± ¡°I wanted to take fresh air.¡± Sora Mitsuru looks back at the starlit sky, his gaze thoughtful. ¡°Fresh air, huh? This view is truly breathtaking.¡± ¡°Indeed.¡± We stay quiet for a bit, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere; I, surprisingly, break the silence first. ¡°Sora Mitsuru. What Affinities have been granted to you?¡± His smile falters slightly, replaced with a hint of wariness. ¡°Affinity? Kiyorakana, surely, we shouldn¡¯t talk about¡ª¡± ¡°Answer.¡± He pauses, his emerald gaze fixed on mine. ¡°I have four¡­ terrible ones.¡± Four? I had expected him to have at most two. But four? A rarity I have never witnessed. He is not lying, either. ¡°And what are those four?¡± I maintained my composure, concealing any surprise I may have felt. Sora Mitsuru shifts, his stance betraying a hint of discomfort. He hesitates. ¡°¡­I can induce horrifying nightmares onto an individual, I can even empower the intensity of the pain they experience¡­ According to the D.A.R., I can also let out an explosion that immensely speeds up the decay of things, like plants, for example¡­ and Void Implosion¡­ I don¡¯t know what ¡®Void Implosion¡¯ does¡­ but it can¡¯t be good.¡± ¡°Interesting.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure how I¡¯m ever going to be an icon of peace with such destructive Affinities.¡± ¡°It is the nature of Dissonance Affinity. I am sure you have realised that by now.¡± ¡°Yeah. It¡¯s just frustrating sometimes.¡± I remain silent. Nightmare inducement and pain empowerment are standard, albeit rare. Void implosion and entropy explosion, on the other hand, could be considered very dangerous for Earth. Though underestimating Earth would be a foolish thing to do. ¡°You are a rarity. Four Affinities is a feat I have not, until now, seen achieved.¡± ¡°That makes me feel slightly more important¡­ thanks.¡± We remain on the rooftop; the silence is no longer ill-at-ease. ¡°Well, I better get going. It¡¯s getting late, and Instructor Shinoda would kill us if she found us out here.¡± Sora Mitsuru turns, his emerald gaze reflecting the stars above. ¡°Goodbye, Sora Mitsuru.¡± ¡°See you, Kiyorakana!¡± He walks towards the door, pausing for a moment before turning the handle. His footsteps echo on the stairs. ¡°You can come out now.¡± I hear a gasp from behind the door, followed by hesitant footsteps. A petite, pink-haired girl emerges, her violet gaze filled with awe. ¡°H-how did you notice me, Kiyorakana?¡± ¡°You are weak at hiding your presence. It is not hard for anyone to discover you eavesdropping.¡± She blushes, clearly embarrassed, and looks away. ¡°I¡¯m sorry! I was just looking for Sora, and I didn¡¯t mean to eavesdrop, a-and¡ª¡± ¡°It is fine.¡± She paused, taken aback by my indifferent response. ¡°O-oh. Alright, Kiyorakana.¡± ¡°Sora Mitsuru has left, so you can leave now.¡± ¡°Right! Bye Kiyorakana.¡± Her embarrassment dissipates, replaced with a cheerful grin. I remain on the rooftop, the stillness again broken. I guess I should head back to my dorm. As I make my way back, a tall, arrogant-looking blonde boy approaches, his gaze carrying a note of disdain. The same one from the redhead¡¯s group. ¡°Hey, purple-hair. You¡¯re new, right?¡± I maintain my indifferent fa?ade, analysing him. He is powerful, but not extraordinary. ¡°Yes, I am new. I am in your class.¡± ¡°That doesn¡¯t matter; you look weak, and I can¡¯t wait to destroy you tomorrow!¡± ¡°You are talking about the training day tomorrow, right? No one knows what it is going to be.¡± He laughs mockingly. ¡°You have an excellent memory. But it won¡¯t save you. Cause I¡¯m gonna wipe the floor with you.¡± I stay unconcerned, analysing him and ignoring his taunts. Blondie strides confidently by me. ¡°I will hold you to that.¡± Blondie boy returns his gaze, his pupils constricted. His eyes are filled with a cold, calculating intensity. ¡°Fine. Just don¡¯t expect mercy.¡± ¡°Mercy is not needed.¡± His smirk fades slightly as he realises I am not intimidated by his threats. I can see the doubt creeping into his eyes, but he quickly regains his composure. I know that underestimating me will be his downfall, and I will love to see the look on his face when that happens. Undaunted by his haughtiness, I continue on my way. ¡°Hey! Don¡¯t walk away from me! Do you have any idea who I am?!¡± I do not return his gaze. And I can feel his seething stare. ¡°An arrogant imbecile.¡± I have dealt with countless arrogant individuals like him before, and they all end up the same: defeated and humbled. He is desperate for a reaction. But I will not give him satisfaction. I have a task to complete, and this arrogant imbecile is just a minor obstacle in my path. [v1] Ch. 1.2: Welcome to the Twilight Institute Part 3 I enter my dorm room and fall flat onto my bed. With a heavy sigh, I momentarily detach myself from the surroundings, letting the stillness settle within the room. The dormitory, like a cocoon of tranquillity, offers a respite from the outside world. It is a space where the ceaseless echoes of magical academia give way to momentary peace. Unlike the Other Realm. As I lie on the bed, a subtle shift in the air alerts me to a presence. The door creaks open, and a sliver of light spills into the room. The petite, pink-haired girl from the rooftop cautiously enters. ¡°Hey, Kiyorakana?¡± I open my eyes, acknowledging her presence without uttering a word. She stands near the entrance, her eyes wandering around the room as if absorbing its opulence. ¡°I, um, just wanted to say sorry again for eavesdropping.¡± She stammers, her gaze eventually meeting mine. ¡°It is fine.¡± She takes a tentative step forward, her hands fidgeting nervously. ¡°I just thought you might be lonely, and, well, I could use a friend. If you¡¯re okay with that.¡± I observe her sincerity and the genuine desire for connection in her eyes. I sit up, propping myself against the plush pillows. ¡°Friendship is irrelevant, but you may stay if you wish.¡± Her face lights up with a smile, and she takes a seat on the edge of my bed. ¡°Say, how did you find my dorm?¡± The atmosphere in the room changes, and the air becomes less tense. She seems genuinely pleased by my response, her smile widening. ¡°Well, I may or may not have followed you. Not in a creepy way, though! I just thought, you know, it would be nice to have someone to talk to.¡± Her explanation carries an earnest tone, and I can detect a hint of vulnerability beneath her cheerful exterior. I decide to indulge her in conversation, if only briefly. ¡°There is no need to follow. I do not require companionship.¡± Her enthusiasm does not waver, and she leans in with curiosity. ¡°But don¡¯t you get lonely? It¡¯s a big, unfamiliar place, and having someone around can make it feel less overwhelming.¡± I remain stoic, considering her perspective. Loneliness is an abstract concept to me, and I navigate the world without the emotional weight that often accompanies it. ¡°I do not experience loneliness. It is an irrelevant emotion.¡± She tilts her head, studying me as if trying to unravel the complexities hidden behind my indifferent demeanour. ¡°Well, if you ever change your mind, I¡¯ll be around. I¡¯m Kokoro Ai, by the way.¡± Her name, Kokoro Ai, lingers in the air, and she extends her hand for a handshake. I observe the gesture, a social nicety I am not accustomed to. As Kokoro Ai extends her hand, a customary gesture in this world of social intricacies, I observe the delicacy of the exchange. It is a mundane human interaction yet laden with unspoken meanings. I hesitate for a moment, assessing the situation. The concept of friendship is foreign to me, an unnecessary complication in the grand scheme of my mission. Nevertheless, the genuine warmth in Kokoro Ai¡¯s eyes stirs a curiosity within, a flicker of something undefined. In acknowledgement of her sincerity, I extend my hand, mirroring the customary greeting. Our hands meet, and the contact is brief but, surprisingly, not devoid of significance. You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Kokoro Ai¡¯s smile widens, and for a fleeting moment, the room is permeated with an inexplicable warmth. ¡°Nice to meet you, Kiyorakana!¡± She seems genuinely pleased, unaffected by the undercurrents that course through my analytical mind. The air lightens, and I find myself intrigued by the simplicity of this human exchange. ¡°Nice to meet you too, Kokoro Ai.¡± As we retract our hands, she maintains her position on the edge of the bed, her eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement. The room, once a sanctuary of solitude, now carries the subtle echoes of camaraderie. ¡°So, Kiyorakana, what do you like to do for fun?¡± The question catches me off guard. Fun is an alien concept, a luxury I cannot afford in the pursuit of my objectives. Yet, I sense genuine curiosity in Kokoro Ai¡¯s inquiry. ¡°I do not engage in activities for entertainment. My purpose here is different.¡± Her eyebrows furrow slightly, processing my response. My perspective on existence does not align with her more mundane expectations. ¡°Oh, come on! Everyone needs a break sometimes. There must be something you enjoy.¡± Her optimism is relentless, and I find myself considering the notion. The air of the dorm room transforms, becoming a canvas for a conversation that transcends the barriers of my usual detached demeanour. ¡°Something I enjoy¡­ Possibly observing the celestial bodies in the sky.¡± Kokoro Ai¡¯s eyes light up with interest, her enthusiasm undeterred by the unconventional nature of my answer. ¡°That sounds amazing! I¡¯d love to hear more about it sometime.¡± The unexpected warmth of her acceptance sparks a subtle shift within me. It is a minuscule crack in the facade, an acknowledgement that perhaps there is more to this human experience than the singular focus of my mission. ¡°As you wish. However, such discussions hold no inherent value.¡± She chuckles, seemingly undeterred by my response. ¡°Value or not, it¡¯s about sharing something you love. That¡¯s what makes connections, right?¡± The concept of connections¡ªintertwining lives for the sake of shared interests¡ªis foreign but intriguing. I choose not to delve into the intricacies of human relationships, focusing instead on the immediate interaction. Kokoro Ai leans back on my bed, and her eyes fix on the ceiling. ¡°Well, we can worry about the value later. For now, let¡¯s just enjoy the fact that we¡¯re having a conversation.¡± Her perspective, while alien to me, resonates with the simplicity of the moment. ¡°I have lectures in thirty minutes.¡± ¡°Oh, alright. I¡¯ll see you later then!¡± ¡°I did not say you have to leave.¡± The subtle echoes of camaraderie linger as Kokoro Ai eventually rises from the bed. ¡°Well, I should let you prepare for your lectures. But, Kiyorakana, thanks for letting me in.¡± ¡°There was no explicit permission required.¡± She chuckles, unaffected by my literal interpretation. ¡°True, true. Well, I¡¯ll catch you later then.¡± As she exits the room, the door creaks shut, leaving behind a quiet solitude. I sit for a moment, contemplating the nuances of the interaction. It is a deviation¡ªa subtle divergence from the calculated path I have set for myself. Kokoro Ai¡¯s presence, though inconsequential in the grand scheme, introduces an element of unpredictability. Humanity is a mystery that I will never truly understand. I get up from my bed and walk over to the window, staring out at the world below. Kokoro Ai¡¯s visit, however brief, has sparked a curiosity within me. I should not stray from my objective; the curse of Dissonance Affinity must be eliminated from all beings. I move from the window to the front door and pause for a moment, conflicted. The allure of exploring the unknown entices me, but I remind myself of the importance of my mission. With a resolute sigh, I reach for the doorknob and step into the hallway. After another mundane three hours of lecture, it is around 6 PM, or that is what the time-telling round thing on the wall says. I notice the red-headed female staring at me while the blonde boy is arrogantly speaking to her. The lone individual has not left yet either. I attempt to speak to the individual, but it does not go well, and I am ultimately ignored. With that, I take an hour of fresh air outside before heading to the dorms. As I stroll outside, the gentle breeze provides a welcomed respite from the tension inside. However, my peaceful moment is short-lived, as I quickly realise that there seems to be something amiss. As I walk past other individuals, I notice them actively avoiding me, their faces contorted with fear and unease. Are they fearful of me? Did I reveal myself somehow? No, such a thing is certainly not possible. My aura must be the cause; I must have unintentionally set it off once more. Though usually, something significant occurs shortly afterwards. Unless that criterion only applies to the Other Realm. In any case, I should return to my room and bide my time until the training day tomorrow. The redhead girl piques my curiosity; she may be capable of more than just Dissonance Affinity. [v1] Ch. 2: Sorting Groups Part 1 I tread silently through the corridors of Structure Twenty-four, my designated dormitory. My mind remains attuned to the peculiar clicking noises and subtle signals of the unseen inhabitants of this place. My awareness tingles as I sense the presence trailing behind me. Her identity, marked by distinctive hair, does not escape me. Yet, I proceed without confrontation, ascending the seemingly endless stairs to my dormitory on the forty-fifth floor. The silence of my surroundings heightens my sensitivity. Human attempts at masking sounds fall short, allowing me to focus on the peculiar auditory cues that elude others. The persistent follower reveals herself in the hallway outside my dormitory, breaking the silence with an annoying chuckle. A stern request to cease stalking yields only more silence, prompting me to turn and face her. Unexpectedly, she is already too close, her eyes fixed on me with unwavering intensity. My attempt to initiate dialogue is met with a sudden, obnoxious shout in my face. ¡°Hello there!¡± I take two steps back away from her as she shouts in my face. ¡°Is personal space a foreign concept to you?¡± ¡°Eh? Everyone loves to be near me. I am the incarnation of perfection!¡± Are humans usually this delusional? I can not help but wonder as I observe her bizarre behaviour. Her confident demeanour and strange statement make me question if she is indeed human. Perhaps she belongs to a different species altogether, one that possesses a distorted sense of reality. She seems unfazed by my behaviour and continues to pervert my personal space. I can feel my irritation escalating as she shows no indications of backing off. Argumentation with her will be a fruitless endeavour. ¡°You are more of an abundance of irritation.¡± She gasps in shock. I can already feel her frustration as she prepares to lash out at me. ¡°How dare you! Irritation? Me? Ha! What a joke.¡± ¡°Why are you even following me?¡± Her presence is becoming intolerable, and her complete lack of self-awareness is infuriating. ¡°I have no desire to engage with you or entertain your delusions of grandeur. Therefore, I suggest you find someone else to annoy.¡± I know that my stern words will not make her realise the boundaries she is overstepping, but it is worth a try. ¡°Well, you look strong. So I wanna fight you to prove my strength to be the best and¡ª¡± ¡°I am sorry, but that is not going to happen.¡± I interrupt her before she can finish her sentence. ¡°I have no interest in engaging in any kind of physical altercation with you.¡± She looks taken aback, her face twisting with a mix of surprise and frustration. ¡°You think you¡¯re better than me, don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°It is not about being better. It is about respecting personal space and accepting that not everyone wants to be a part of your idiocies.¡± ¡°Hah?! Have you forgotten? I am the incarnation of perfection, the queen of this school! I can easily defeat you without trying.¡± ¡°Am I supposed to care?¡± Her mouth opens in pure shock. She struggles to find a response, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. ¡°You¡¯re nothing but a coward hiding behind words.¡± ¡°I have no interest in your title or your ego. It means nothing to me. I value my strength and integrity, and I will not stoop to your level of petty competition. So go ahead and live in your delusions of grandeur. I will be over here, living authentically and true to myself.¡± If she does not back off after those words, I will have to resort to violence; it is the quickest option, after all. She seems severely perturbed, and her ego must be wounded. ¡°Well then¡­ Let¡¯s see if your actions match your words. Actions speak louder than empty boasts, after all¡ª¡± She gasps sharply as my fingers flick in her direction, stopping her words in their tracks. She is knocked out cold as silent shockwaves tear through her entire body. I tower over her, my gaze fixed on her unconscious figure. ¡°Actions truly do speak louder than words, and sometimes resorting to violence becomes the only way to make someone understand the consequences of their actions.¡± I sigh as I kneel towards the redhead¡¯s body. I have just created more unnecessary work for myself. There should be a wormhole to the infirmary structure I have heard about somewhere around here. There do not seem to be any cameras around here either, so I am safe in that regard. I haul the unconscious redhead down the winding passageways until I reach a wormhole. It appears to be the sole wormhole here, although it does not say where it goes. It is a risk I am willing to accept. I enter the wormhole and come out into what seems like a white hospital institution. I am convinced these wormholes take you to where you want to go, regardless of which one you enter. It is most likely the infirmary structure. I cautiously look around, making sure there are no immediate threats or surprises. As I move further into the facility, I notice rows of empty beds and medical equipment neatly organised on tables. My focus shifts back to the unconscious redhead lying in my arms. I place her on one of the empty beds. Somebody will find her eventually. I turn around and head back through the wormhole to enter structure twenty-four. I somehow managed to leave my door open. How ludicrous of me. I step into my dorm and lock the door. A moment passes, and I fall flat on my bed, not even bothering to position myself correctly. I let out a deep sigh and shut my eyes. Sleep is not a requirement for me, though it aids in killing time. *** Morning comes, at least in terms of time. I refer to this area where The Twilight Institute is situated as the Twilight Zone since the sky remains twilight and any means of using the sunlight to tell the time is ineffectual. I sit up from bed and stretch my body; apparently, it is something a human would do after resting. As I stand up, I glance out the window and observe the hues of the twilight sky. It is as if visual time stands still in this peculiar place, trapped between night and day. I turn away from the window and change into my uniform, a pristine white blouse, and a pleated black skirt. I carefully tie my black tie and slide on my black shoes, making sure every detail is perfect. The Twilight Institute¡¯s strict dress code demands nothing less. I exit my dormitory and lock the door behind me before leaving structure twenty-four through the conveniently placed wormhole. As I pass through the wormhole, I feel a subtle shift in time and space, whisking me away to the grounds of the institute. The air feels different here, a mix of mystery and anticipation, almost as if the very atmosphere is charged with the knowledge and secrets that the institute holds. As I walk through the campus grounds, I witness hundreds of students heading towards a large structure. It must be the structure allocated for training. I can see the excitement and determination in their eyes as they eagerly make their way towards the training facility. The structure stands tall and imposing, like every other building here. As I approach the building, I notice a myriad of students rushing to the front, which tells me the red-haired girl will try to proclaim her perfection again. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. If the redhead has woken up by now, it will be interesting to see her. And that blonde boy from earlier. The gates abruptly open, and the inside of the structure, which I labelled as structure twenty-five, is revealed. A colossal indoor arena unfolds, and, of course, everyone is in awe, not realising the rule board ahead of them. ¡°Whoa! This looks amazing!¡± One awe-filled student announces to everyone. However, their amazement is short-lived, as the stern, authoritative voice of our instructor cuts through the murmurs. ¡°Alright, listen up!¡± The instructor¡¯s voice booms through a microphone, the sharpness in her tone slicing through any lingering chatter. ¡°This is the training area. Before anything else, you will be sorted into groups based on your pathetic levels of strength. From the weakest to the so-called strong. Pay attention!¡± The instructor¡¯s eyes scan the rows of students, her clipboard held with a firm grip. There is no room for laxity in her gaze; she is here to ensure discipline. ¡°Welcome to the D.A.A. Also known as the Dynamic Affinity Assessment. You will take turns attacking these indestructible targets¡ªat least, according to the Twilight Institute¡¯s observations so far. We¡¯ll record your names, numbers, and power strengths. And let me make this clear: the group you¡¯re thrown into today might not be your cushy spot a month from now. Strength fluctuates, some of you will get stronger, and others¡­¡± She smirks, a hint of a savage edge in her expression, ¡°will get weaker.¡± Her gaze narrows as she points towards the targets with a no-nonsense tone. ¡°Each target has a number from zero to 274,877,906,944¡ªor 238. Zero is for the weaklings, and 238 is for the ones with a backbone. When you hit the target, it vibrates. The harder you hit, the more it vibrates. Your physical strength score will be measured in vibrations. You land a punch, and we¡¯ll see just how miserable or remarkable it is. Got it?¡± The class nods, and I can already hear the whispers of anticipation and excitement. ¡°Good, now follow me.¡± The instructor leads us to a large open space filled with rows upon rows of targets. Each target stands tall and proud, waiting to be tested. The instructor positions us in front of the targets, making sure we all have a clear view. ¡°Each one of you will be taking turns in this evaluation, and make no mistake¡ªI am selecting participants at random. There is no room for negotiation or preference. Yuka Nanami, you go first.¡± A silver-coloured girl, who was announced as Yuka Nanami, steps back. I observe carefully, noticing the confidence in her stance and the determination in her eyes. Yuka Nanami takes a deep breath, focusing her energy. As she launches her strike towards the target, her hand connects with precision. A powerful shockwave ripples through the target, causing it to vibrate intensely. The sheer force and controlled impact leave everyone except me in awe. The instructor raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected display. The vibrations subside, leaving the indestructible target unharmed but resonating with the powerful energy Yuka Nanami just unleashed. ¡°Well, that¡¯s an interesting twist.¡± The instructor remarks. ¡°The reading is 352 strength points. Impressive, I suppose; it¡¯s enough to pulverise multiple buildings¡ªquite common in the Twilight Institute.¡± Her words carry a biting disdain for anything less than perfection, leaving no room for mediocrity. Yuka Nanami, oblivious to the undercurrent of critique, smiles like a pristine angel¡ªan image that the instructor and I seem to find abhorrent, though the instructor¡¯s disdain is more noticeable than mine. Yuka Nanami bows gracefully, her silver hair cascading around her like a shimmering halo. ¡°Thank you, Instructor Shinoda. I¡¯m honoured to be part of the evaluation.¡± The instructor¡¯s eyes narrow ever so slightly at Yuka Nanami¡¯s innocence. ¡°Honoured, hm? Let¡¯s see if that holds up as the evaluations continue.¡± I doubt the order of her performance matters; she seems indifferent to it all. Nevertheless, she is a prime target for manipulation. Her serene demeanour and blissful unawareness are like flashing neon signs of vulnerability. It is almost too easy. Besides, there is a conspicuous absence of any ulterior motives from her end. As the evaluations progress, I watch each participant showcase their abilities, some more impressive than others. The instructor maintains a critical eye, and her standards are uncompromising. So far, there have been students displaying notable strengths, from manipulating elements to enhancing physical capabilities. Some of the participants have shown great potential. Yet, despite their impressive showings, the instructor remains unwavering in her judgement. Suddenly, the doors slam open, revealing the redhead from earlier. Her eyes scan the room as if she owns it. The instructor eyes her with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. ¡°Apologies for my tardiness, Sensei. I couldn¡¯t resist adding a touch of drama to my entrance.¡± The redhead¡¯s excuse for her tardiness, citing a dramatic entrance, is a blatant fabrication. There is a noticeable gap between her words and the actual situation¡ªa discrepancy not lost on the perceptive instructor. With an understanding that transcends surface appearances, I, too, recognise the falsehood. Despite her seemingly nonchalant demeanour, the true reason behind her tardiness is apparent to me. I mean, I am the one who caused it. ¡°It¡¯s Instructor Shinoda for you! Besides, you¡¯re late, though I suggest I¡¯ll make an exception.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sure my entrance made it worth the wait. Now, where¡¯s my turn in this little spectacle?¡± The instructor gestures towards the remaining targets, unimpressed but allowing the redhead to participate. ¡°It is, in fact, your turn now.¡± The redhead smirks, her eyes gleaming with arrogance, as she steps forward, ready to make her mark in the evaluation. The redhead raises her hand, and a black and red orb forms on her palm. Its origin essence feels very distinct from Dissonance Affinity. Of course, no one but me would realise that. It is a skill that I was born with. The orb glows until it is the size of her palm. The redhead locks eyes with the target, her smirk widening into a confident grin. With a flick of her wrist, she hurls the orb towards the target, releasing a surge of dark energy that engulfs it entirely. After a few seconds, the dark energy dissipates, and the target is nowhere to be seen. It is as if the attack completely pulverised it. The energy unleashed by the redhead seems to resonate with a malevolent force, creating an ominous atmosphere in the evaluation space. The instructor narrows her eyes, gauging the aftermath of the redhead¡¯s display. ¡°What on earth¡­ The target is completely destroyed!¡± The shock in her voice reverberates through the evaluation space, fraternising with an undercurrent of perplexity and marvel. The redhead smirks triumphantly, seizing the moment. ¡°Impressed, Sensei? I do have a flair for the dramatic.¡± The instructor, attempting to regain composure, stammers. ¡°But¡­ that¡¯s not how the evaluation is supposed to go. The targets are indestructible¡ª¡± ¡°Indestructible? How quaint. I bring a touch of reality to this little charade. Perhaps you should update your definition of ¡®indestructible.¡¯¡± ¡°This is unprecedented. We¡¯ve never encountered an ability like this before. What¡¯s your power?¡± ¡°Darling, I bring perfect destruction wherever I go. Call it my personal touch. As for the specifics, well, that¡¯s a secret I¡¯ll keep for now.¡± ¡°Your mindset is exasperating, Reiko Yami¡­ However, I must begrudgingly admit, that in eighty-five years since the inception and testing of these targets, you stand as the sole individual to effortlessly annihilate one. No one, in all that time, could lay claim to such a feat. Undeniably, you now hold the title of the strongest.¡± The instructor claps with genuine respect. I feel like I will not be seeing that for another two years. The other students in the evaluation space murmur in awe and disbelief. Reiko Yami, now holding the title of the strongest and basking in acknowledgement, is truly, at most, an interesting individual. It feels as though she is not even human. However, she will never reach my level, and that is a fact. As the evaluations continue, I patiently await my turn, ignoring the lingering gaze of Reiko Yami. The instructor, now composed, continues overseeing the evaluations, her critical eye assessing each participant¡¯s display of power. Reiko Yami¡¯s demonstration has set a new standard, challenging the very concept of indestructibility. Finally, it is my turn. I step forward, facing the indestructible target with a calm demeanour. My power, unlike the flashy displays before me, is subtle yet potent. I extend my hand, and a faint glow envelops it. I precisely aim a regulated blast of chaotic energy at the target. As the energy strikes, there is a faint hum in the air. The target quivers; its vibrations are observed; it is not destroyed. ¡°112? Are you truly so incompetent, or are my expectations too high? You have been surpassed by Yuka Nanami, and she¡¯s hardly a shining example of talent. How you managed to pull together such a pitiful score is almost amazing. But frankly, from someone so completely uninteresting, why am I to expect more? Maybe your unique gift is mediocrity. It is quality, not ineptitude, that our institute necessitates. It would be beneficial for you to redefine what it means to be here. To be honest, you don¡¯t live up to the expectations, and your performance is woefully inadequate. Instead of being a spectator to your own mediocrity, you are here to succeed.¡± But I am not here to attract attention with ostentatious demonstrations of power or to be carried away by the capricious standards established by this institution. No, my goal goes beyond the petty praise of a simple assessment. My main strength is the art of subtlety; I am a silent observer, a strategist in the background. Therefore, even if she belittles my apparent shortcomings, I understand the need for self-control. Excellence, in my world, is not measured solely by the vibrations of a target but by the intricacies of influence, manipulation, and strategic moves on the chessboard of power. She may demand perfection, but what she means is limited to what she can comprehend. She is unaware that behind the surface of what she perceives to be ineptitude, there is a latent force that knows the actual nature of power and how to use it subtly. I may not excel in the way she envisions, but I excel in ways she cannot fathom. The evaluations continue, with each student exhibiting their unique abilities in an attempt to meet the uncompromising criteria established by the Twilight Institute. As the last participant finishes, the instructor steps forward. ¡°It appears that we have a spectrum of abilities here, from highly exceptional to utterly insignificant. Keep in mind that this is merely the beginning. Later today, after your C.A.A., your group assignments will be revealed. Train diligently and refrain from letting anyone down.¡± She then departs the arena, leaving the pupils on their own. The students enthusiastically review how they have performed while offering support and praise to one another. They are devoted to proving to the instructor that they are capable of performing beyond her ideals in their designated groups. [v1] Ch. 2.1: Sorting Groups Part 2 Two hours have passed since the D.A.A.; I navigate through the crowd, and I notice Yuka Nanami surrounded by students, revelling in her innocence and most likely attempting to get her to do shady stuff for them. Should I intervene? I will probably be able to get information about her if I do. Approaching close, I hear one of the students declare something crude and predatory to her. Her reaction is predictable: a tilt of the head with a confused expression. I step forward, my presence cutting through the crowd like a blade. The students notice me, and their expression shifts from arrogance to uncertainty. Yuka Nanami looks at me, her confusion deepening. ¡°Is there a problem here?¡± I ask, my voice eerily calm but carrying great darkness. The student stammers, trying to come up with an excuse, but I do not give him the chance. ¡°I suggest you leave. And I am not giving you a second chance.¡± I release a subtle murderous aura; the crowd, sensing a shift in dynamics, begins to disperse. I turn around to see Yuka Nanami, who is also terrified, shivering. Her eyes are wide with fear as she clutches onto her trembling hands, desperately seeking comfort. I cease my aura, which calms her down for a moment. ¡°Why did you do that? Why did you scare them off?¡± ¡°I simply rescued you from a terrible situation.¡± ¡°Terrible¡­ situation?¡± Yuka Nanami¡¯s eyes widen in realisation, and she stammers. ¡°I¡­ I didn¡¯t realise it was a terrible situation and that they were bad people. I thought they were just joking around.¡± ¡°Joking or not, it is essential to establish boundaries. People will exploit your innocence if you do not set limits.¡± I take a moment, observing her reaction. ¡°You know, Yuka Nanami, this world is not as forgiving as you might think. It is a jungle, and if you do not learn to protect yourself, you will become prey.¡± She looks at me with a mixture of confusion and curiosity in her eyes. Perfect. ¡°Yuka Nanami, you need someone to guide you in this place. Someone who understands the complexities of power is someone like me. I can teach you how to navigate through the shadows and use your strengths strategically. In return, all I ask is for your loyalty.¡± ¡°Loyalty?¡± ¡°Yes, loyalty. You follow my lead, and I ensure your safety and success in this institution.¡± Her innocent gaze meets mine, and I can see the wheels turning in her head. ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll trust you.¡± I guide her away from the crowd, offering protection in exchange for loyalty. ¡°I appreciate your intervention back there. I didn¡¯t realise they were being serious about doing all those things to me.¡± ¡°People in this place can be deceptive. It is crucial to discern their intentions early on.¡± ¡°Right¡­¡± ¡°The second evaluation is happening soon. Focusing on that might be the best course of action.¡± ¡°There¡¯s a second one?!¡± She is, in a sense, oblivious to everything. How does she even function properly? Her naivety is bordering on delusion. Though it could be useful. The C.A.A. evaluation is specifically for people who only have cognitive Affinities. ¡°What will happen in the test?¡± Yuka seems intrigued, her innocent eyes brimming with excitement. ¡°We will be tested based on our cognitive Affinities. The C.A.A. differs from the regular one.¡± I explain, noticing her expression shift to confusion. ¡°Regular one?¡± I sigh; her ignorance is tiring. ¡°Yesterday. D.A.A., where we displayed our Affinities.¡± Yuka Nanami¡¯s eyes widen in realisation. ¡°Oooh! I remember now. I was so excited I completely forgot.¡± I let out an audible sigh, internally judging her lack of awareness. ¡°The C.A.A. will be easy for you, right? You are already so strong!¡± Her commendation carries a subtle undertone, a hint of condescension that seems to suggest an unspoken belief in my incapacity to experience defeat. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. It is almost as if my ¡®impressive¡¯ ranking of twenty-fifth place on the Dynamic Affinity Assessment is inconsequential, overshadowed by her implicit assumption of my infallibility. In her eyes, my apparent lack of perfection is merely a fleeting detail in the grand tapestry of my unparalleled prowess. How amusing, considering I was not aware that reaching the twenty-fifth spot is a commendable feat worthy of such praise. It is as if she sees me as some sort of untouchable prodigy, incapable of experiencing failure or setbacks. ¡°I am not sure if I would call myself stro¡ª¡± ¡°You are! I think¡­¡± ¡°Just meet me at the arena; I am one hundred per cent certain that is where the C.A.A. will be held.¡± I responded, interrupting her before she could finish her sentence. It is clear that she has built up an image of me in her mind that is far from reality. ¡°Oh, okay.¡± I watch as she runs off towards the arena; her excitement is evident in every step. Maybe I should just use her for higher self-esteem instead. As I approach structure twenty-five, thoughts of eliminating Dissonance Affinity occupy my mind. I have defeated it in other places, but it appears that here is the last place where this curse lives. The arena awaits, and within its bounds lie the enigmas of the C.A.A. Upon reaching the arena, I find Yuka Nanami already present. Her innocence radiates like a beacon. It radiates so much I have to look away to simply think. ¡°Are you ready for the second evaluation?¡± ¡°Absolutely! I can¡¯t wait to show them what I can do with my Cognitive Affinity!¡± I observe Yuka Nanami with a neutral expression, contemplating the strategic advantage of having her as an ally. Her innocence, while initially irritating, could serve as a useful tool in navigating the intricate dynamics of the Twilight Institute. Not to mention, she looks ravishing. As we wait for the second evaluation to commence, I decide to exploit this opportunity for information and influence. The instructor arrives, her stern demeanour unchanged from the earlier assessment. ¡°Alright! I am expecting plentiful results from you all.¡± The instructor looks at the class, especially me. ¡°Welcome to the C.A.A., or, as some of you might struggle to remember, the Cognitive Affinity Assessment. Get those ears open, because I will not repeat myself. There are two sides here: destructive and non-destructive. Destructive is for those who can turn brains into a chaotic mess. Figure out what non-destructive is before I lose my patience. Also, time is ticking, so quicken yourselves and locate your spot. The point system is as straightforward as it gets: vibrations, just like in the D.A.A. But let me spell it out for you: I do not give a damn about your flashy stunts. What I care about is control, finesse, and understanding your power.¡± The distinction between destructive and non-destructive affinities captures my attention. The dynamics of manipulating minds in a controlled manner versus plunging them into chaos present a fascinating contrast. As the students scatter to find their designated spots, I guide Yuka Nanami to a strategic vantage point. Her innocence remains both a tool and a hindrance, but for now, I will exploit its charm to my advantage. ¡°Are you nervous?¡± I inquire, not out of genuine concern but to gauge her emotional response. ¡°A bit, but I¡¯m more excited than anything. This is so different from the D.A.A., and I can¡¯t wait to see what everyone can do.¡± I nod, acknowledging her simplistic view of the evaluation. Her lack of foresight might prove beneficial in the grand scheme of things. ¡°I will head over to the non-destructive side, what about you?¡± ¡°Oh, I think I¡¯ll go to the destructive side! It sounds thrilling, and I want to see if I can make an impact.¡± I can tell she does not realise the weight of her choice or the potential consequences hidden beneath the excitement she radiates. But for now, I will let her revel in her anticipation. I observe the arena, assessing the students scattered across the two designated sides. On one end, those with destructive cognitive affinities prepare to showcase their prowess in manipulating minds, creating chaos with a mere thought. On the other hand, individuals with non-destructive abilities focus on control, finesse, and understanding the intricacies of their own mental powers. Yuka Nanami positions herself among those eager to unleash destructive forces. I divert my attention from her and immerse myself in my own contemplations. I lack a cognitive affinity, and in truth, any affinity at all. Despite this, I should be able to participate if I navigate this situation strategically. Not that I have to. ¡°Alright! The Cognitive Affinity Assessment concludes now! Your scores will stay hidden unless you¡¯ve got the guts to let me spill them. But let¡¯s cut the nonsense; we¡¯ve amassed a spectrum of points, from an adequate thousand to a stupendous eighteen thousand. And, of course, the exceptional anomaly who mentally decimated their robot: Reiko Yami.¡± The instructor bore her gaze down on everyone, especially Reiko Yami, for obvious reasons. As expected, the redhead revels in the attention, her arrogance only heightened by the instructor¡¯s commendation. The students disperse; I approach Yuka Nanami, my voice calm yet carrying a weight of authority. ¡°Your choice of the destructive side was intriguing. Did you consider the potential consequences of such a decision?¡± Her innocent eyes meet mine, confusion mingling with curiosity. ¡°Consequences? I just wanted to try something exciting. I didn¡¯t think it would be that serious.¡± ¡°This institution operates on a different level. Actions have repercussions, and the choices you make here can shape your path.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be more careful next time. Thanks for looking out for me.¡± She nods, seemingly absorbing the information. ¡°Are you okay after the assessment? I noticed you didn¡¯t participate,¡± she observes, her gaze filled with genuine concern. ¡°I lack a cognitive affinity, but that does not hinder my ability to navigate this complex world.¡± I reply cryptically, offering no further explanation. As we walk, I find myself contemplating the dynamics of power within the Twilight Institute. The air around us resonates with the aftermath of the evaluation. Students discuss their scores, achievements, and aspirations. The buzz of conversations continues, and my thoughts remain focused on the upcoming revelation of group assignments. I can tell that The Twilight Institute thrives on alliances and affiliations, and understanding where one stands is crucial. Soon, an announcement echoes through the air, cutting through the chatter. ¡°Group assignments will be posted momentarily. Gather at your designated group locations the moment they are revealed.¡± It is Instructor Shinoda¡¯s voice. Does she have telepathy? Or can everyone hear this? She is not anywhere to be seen. Earth is strange. The crowd converges, each student eager to discover their assigned group. And after a few minutes, I feel a vibration in my uniform pocket. I take out the small portable device I was given at the end of class yesterday; I believe it is called a smartphone. I turn it on, and a pop-up displays a list. I glance at it, finding my name under Dynamic Affinity, Group Six, and its location. [v1] Ch. 2.2: Sorting Groups Part 3 Students scramble to find their assigned groups while I move through the dispersing crowd, weaving between students as they eagerly seek out their designated group locations. The urgency in their movements contrasts with my composed demeanour. Yuka Nanami walks beside me, her innocent eyes scanning the surroundings excitedly. ¡°This is so thrilling. I wonder who¡¯ll be in our group!¡± ¡°Our group?¡± ¡°You¡¯re in Cognitive-Dynamic Affinity, Group Three, right?¡± ¡°I am in Dynamic Affinity, Group Six.¡± ¡°Oooohh¡­ Right.¡± Yuka¡¯s disappointment is palpable, though she attempts to mask it with a forced cheerfulness. ¡°I heard Reiko got to choose whatever group she wanted to be in.¡± Of course, Reiko Yami, the exceptional anomaly, would have such privileges. It is not surprising; the rules seem to bend for those at the top. Possibly to motivate people to try aiming for first place. As we approach the designated location for Dynamic Affinity, Group Six, Yuka Nanami¡¯s genuine curiosity spills out. ¡°Who is in your group? Do you know them?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t concern myself with unnecessary details. We will interact with them during evaluations.¡± ¡°Oh okay. I¡¯m going to head to my group now. I¡¯ll see you soon!¡± ¡°Wait a second.¡± I say, halting Yuka Nanami before she can skip off to her assigned group. ¡°Oh, is there something else?¡± ¡°I need you to do something for me.¡± Yuka¡¯s willingness to assist is evident, her innocence shining through. ¡°For you? Sure, what is it?¡± ¡°Keep an eye on your group members. Observe their actions and note their reactions. Report back to me with any notable information.¡± Yuka nods, her eyes reflecting understanding. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll do my best. But, um, why do you want to know about them?¡± ¡°I suppose I am just eager to know them better? Having more friends around could make the journey here a bit more interesting.¡± ¡°Absolutely! Friends are, like, wonderful! Don¡¯t you worry; I¡¯ll keep you posted on all their actions and reactions. It¡¯ll be so much fun!¡± ¡°Oh! Wait! What do I call you?¡± I look Yuka Nanami in the eye. ¡°Call me Kage.¡±¡°Alright! Kage. See you soon!¡± Yuka walks away, her excitement undiminished despite the slight letdown of not being in my group. It is interesting how her disappointment is quickly overshadowed by her eagerness to help. A useful trait. I continue towards Group Six, taking a glance around the area as I approach. The groups are arranged according to a numerical system, meaning each group contains five students. The groups are also assigned to an area in a classroom based on a number. I find and open the door to Class Six. Inside the classroom, four students sit around a small table, looking up as I enter. Three girls and two boys gaze at me as I enter. The three girls sit across from the two boys, who are seated next to each other. The girls look to be in a similar age range, perhaps a year or two younger than myself. They have their hair cut short, with bangs swept to the side, and are wearing identical uniforms to mine. I go sit with the three girls, and they all introduce themselves. The girl sitting closest to me on the left introduces herself as Koyama Hoshizaki. She has a slender, athletic build, and her dark hair is cut in a bob. The girl sitting furthest away on the left is named Aoi Takahashi. She has long, curly, blonde hair that flows down her back and is slightly taller than Koyama Hoshizaki; her facial features are more delicate and pronounced. And the small girl closest to me on the right introduces herself confidently as Chigusa Tanaka. She has platinum blonde hair that ends at her chest, with a fringe covering the left side of her face, which is half hidden behind her shoulder. The two boys sitting in front of us seem irrelevant, so analysing them will not be necessary. They also seem to be staring at my body with lustful eyes. I can only assume they are not used to seeing women in their class and have never had a proper interaction with one. Breaking the tranquil silence that envelops us, Aoi Takahashi is the first to speak. ¡°Hey, do you think our group instructor will arrive soon? I¡¯m kinda itching to get things rolling.¡± ¡°Who knows, but we¡¯re not supposed to start yet anyway, so I guess it¡¯s fine.¡± Koyama Hoshizaki chimes in with a nonchalant yet practical response. Aoi and Koyama continue their idle chatter as the small girl, Chigusa, leans in towards me. ¡°Those boys look cute but seem so dull. They¡¯re also looking at our boobs. You think they¡¯ve never seen boobs before?¡± ¡°That is unlikely. If I had to guess, it would probably be their first time seeing girls who are their age.¡± Chigusa shrugs with a mischievous smile. I am intrigued by her straightforward nature and her sudden openness about her thoughts on the boys in the class. Chigusa, still leaning into me, begins whispering. ¡°It seems like we are going to be together for a long time, so we should get to know each other better. What are your interests?¡± Her bluntness is endearing in its simplicity, yet also somewhat amusing. She could be useful. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. ¡°I enjoy learning and researching. I suppose if I had a hobby, it would be that. It is something that I take a great deal of joy in. It helps me expand my mind.¡± ¡°I have an interest in you. But what about the boys? Do you have an interest in them?¡± She is straightforward with her desires; she does not appear to hold back or censor herself. ¡°They are okay.¡± ¡°That¡¯s it?¡± ¡°I am not interested in them.¡± Chigusa gives an exaggerated wink at the two boys across the room. She continues in a low tone. ¡°Reeeaaaally?¡± ¡°This conversation is irrelevant. You do not want to know what I think; you want to know what I like.¡± ¡°Ahaha, yeah. But you still didn¡¯t answer truthfully.¡± I am beginning to suspect this may be a test. To see what information she can extract from me. She must have a goal. I take a moment to consider before I speak again. ¡°I am not interested in romantic relationships. And that is all.¡± She raises an eyebrow but says nothing, turning back to the group. The four of them continue to talk, but I keep silent. The others seem to notice that I am not talking, and Aoi Takahashi looks back at me. ¡°Is there a problem?¡± Aoi looks genuinely concerned, and Chigusa looks confused. Koyama Hoshizaki stares at me with a slight smile on her face, but there is no amusement in her expression. ¡°Are we just supposed to sit here and get along, or is there something we have to do?¡± Chigusa shrugs and smiles at me. ¡°I don¡¯t know. Don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°I am the last to come in, and I do not know anything.¡± ¡°Then you should introduce yourself.¡± Aoi nods enthusiastically, agreeing with Chigusa, as Koyama smiles. ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± She is very persuasive. I think she can make friends with anyone if she wants. She could probably get someone to help her, but I have a feeling she is more the type to manipulate. Someone like her is very useful. I sit there, looking around at the others, and after a couple of minutes, someone finally approaches us. A man in his mid-20s enters the room, his hair cropped close to his head. He introduces himself as the group instructor and asks each of us to introduce ourselves and what power we possess. Chigusa Tanaka, being the first one in our group to be introduced, confidently walks up and tells us what power she has. ¡°I can transform myself into anything I want to be. Regardless of whether it is real or not.¡± Koyama Hoshizaki goes next, introducing herself and her power. ¡°I can set strength values to things, moulding them to my desires. Not just limited to inanimate objects, you see. I can manipulate the force within me and control how potent it becomes. And, if I fancy, I can extend that control to others.¡± She has a powerful ability. She could increase her strength to an unimaginable degree, but her body would probably break down, and she could die. That would be a difficult choice to make. ¡°I can inject an object with any power I want, making it whatever I want. I can also combine multiple objects and give them different powers.¡± Aoi Takahashi has an interesting power. She could combine an object with any power she wanted, and that would allow her to manipulate the world around her. Can she give herself power, however? The instructor nods, looking pleased with all the introductions. He looks over at the two boys, motioning for them to come up and introduce themselves. The boys stand up and approach us, standing side by side as they tell us what power they possess. Both are too irrelevant to describe. The instructor tells us that we will be training together for the foreseeable future and that we should get to know each other better. I should learn more about them and get them to trust me. Chigusa Tanaka skips over to the boys and asks them what their names are. To determine each boy¡¯s type, she makes flirtatious moves towards them both. Her voice, a velvet purr, delves into their preferences with a knowing grin. ¡°What qualities do you find irresistible in a woman?¡± She asks, already foreseeing their clich¨¦d responses. As expected, they fumble out the expected answers: big breasts and juicy asses. ¡°I happen to possess both in abundance. Maybe I¡¯ll give you a closer look later.¡± With a deliberate, tantalising motion, she slowly reveals a glimpse of her cleavage and provocatively lifts her skirt, leaving just enough to the imagination. The boys, caught in the throes of her calculated tease, blush and stammer, uncertain how to respond to the allure she exudes. Chigusa¡¯s eyes twinkle with satisfaction. Their confusion and hesitation are precisely the reactions she aimed to provoke. She needs to be controlled. The boys blush and stammer, unsure how to respond. That is precisely what she wants. Koyama Hoshizaki keeps her distance, watching Chigusa Tanaka and the two boys interact. She seems amused and revolted by their interactions. I turn my gaze away from the instructor, who seems to be charmed by Chigusa as well. Are humans really that vulnerable? ¡°Hey, you, what¡¯s your name?¡± Aoi Takahashi¡¯s voice pierced the ambient chatter, a persistent tug on my arm accompanying her words. ¡°Hey! I¡¯m talking to you.¡± ¡°Kiyorakana Kage. Keep it concise; Kiyorakana will suffice.¡± ¡°Oh. Okay, Kiyorakana!¡± Aoi Takahashi, the enthusiastic one, lacks subtlety. Her directness could be advantageous if harnessed correctly. She seeks acknowledgement, evident in her insistence on my attention. This desire for recognition could be exploited for mutual benefit. Her expressive nature indicates a willingness to form connections. Utilising this, I could subtly influence her decisions to align with my objectives. Aoi Takahashi¡¯s openness might offer valuable insights into the group dynamics, helping me navigate potential conflicts or alliances. Offering occasional encouragement and acknowledgement could create a sense of loyalty. Understanding her motivations will be crucial¡ªwhether it is recognition, achievement, or simply fitting in. ¡°Kiyorakana.¡± Koyama Hoshizaki¡¯s voice takes on a more commanding tone, laced with subtle allure. ¡°Aoi¡¯s enthusiasm is charming, isn¡¯t it? But let¡¯s cut to the chase. I¡¯m Koyama. You can call me Koyo if you prefer.¡± She leans back on the chair, eyeing me with a playful glint. ¡°I¡¯m into sports, you know¡ªanything that gets the blood pumping. If you ever fancy a little one-on-one action, count me in. I promise it¡¯s a workout you won¡¯t forget.¡± ¡°I will pass; thank you for the offer, however.¡± ¡°Okay, Group Six! We¡¯ve wasted too much time speaking!¡± The instructor¡¯s abrupt announcement jolts our attention, dispersing the casual chatter that had filled the room. ¡°Now that introductions are done, let¡¯s delve into your schedule for this year. Remember, the more you understand each other, the stronger your group becomes.¡± Group Six listens attentively as the instructor begins explaining their daily schedules. ¡°Every Wednesday and Friday, you will have a group evaluation. These evaluations will test your teamwork, coordination, and individual skills. The group evaluations will also show your instructors and teachers your progress. Your performance will affect your grades.¡± ¡°You will also have regular lessons. Every other day of the week, you will have Dynamic Affinity Theory and Practicals.¡± The rest of the explanation is unnecessary; it is just a description of what we would be accomplishing in our groups. Dynamic Affinity tests. That is it. ¡°Today, Group Six will have a Dynamic Affinity test. As your first test, this day will violate the consistency of the training days. Follow me.¡± The instructor motions for us to follow him, leading us out of the classroom and down a hallway. As we walk, Aoi Takahashi and Koyama Hoshizaki engage Chigusa Tanaka and the irrelevant boys in friendly banter. [v1] Ch. 2.3: Sorting Groups Part 4 [YUKA NANAMI¡¯S POV] I walk away from Kage, watching her stare deeply into my eyes. It¡¯s kind of chilling and scary, but I think it¡¯s fine. Cognitive-Dynamic Affinity Group Three¡­ I wonder who¡¯ll be in my group. As I walk towards and enter Cognitive-Dynamic Group Three¡¯s classroom, I see a girl with long, pale orange hair and brown eyes, wearing our school uniform, turn her head towards me. Upon seeing me, she appears to perk up, as if energised by my presence. ¡°Hey! Hi there! You must be Yuka Nanami, right? Nice to meetcha!¡± The girl greets me with unbridled enthusiasm, extending her hand towards me for a handshake. I smile at her and accept her offer of a handshake. Her hand feels quite soft, yet her handshake grip is firm. ¡°Nice to meet you too! What¡¯s your name?¡± I ask her, trying to match her energy. ¡°The name¡¯s Kirei Basara! But you can just call me Kirei; that¡¯s fine too!¡± A bit more people are starting to gather around Cognitive-Dynamic Affinity Group Three. I don¡¯t recognise anyone, which is a bit disappointing since I was hoping to find someone I already knew. ¡°Kirei, huh? That¡¯s a lovely name!¡± ¡°Thanks, Yuka! I was hoping to get a cheerful group, and it looks like I got my wish!¡± More people join our group, and I can¡¯t help but feel excited. Everyone seems nice, and I hope we all become good friends. A boy with black hair and sharp teeth introduces himself as Ryuji Kojima. He looks nice, I think. A few moments later, our group instructor arrives¡ªa friendly woman with long, flowing hair. She introduces herself as ¡®Sora Hoshino.¡¯ ¡°Hey, everyone! Welcome to Cognitive-Dynamic Affinity Group Three!¡± Hoshino¡¯s voice is cheerful. The group members look at each other, excited to begin their journey together. She tells us about evaluations and the importance of working together. I nod along, eager to be part of this cheerful group. ¡°Okay, let¡¯s start by introducing ourselves! Say your name and something interesting about you.¡± Introductions begin, and I listen attentively, curious to learn more about my fellow group members. The first person to speak is a girl who looks as tall as me, Mia Igarashi. She introduces herself with a bright smile, her voice confident yet friendly. ¡°Hey everyone, I¡¯m Mia Igarashi, sixteen years old. Something about me is that I want to have a bright and peaceful future, and I wish the same for everyone else. My Dynamic Affinity is supposedly named ¡®Nihilikinesis¡¯ or something like that. My Cognitive Affinity is called ¡®Mental Shutdown.¡± ¡°And what do they do?¡± The instructor asks, intrigued by Mia¡¯s unique abilities. ¡°My Dynamic Affinity goes by the name of, as you already know, ¡®Nihilikinesis.¡¯ This ability lets me create, shape, and control the concept of nothingness itself. I can manipulate the absence of things, making them disappear and preventing energy from ever coming into existence. It grants me the power to alter, reverse, or negate energy, ultimately having the potential to ¡®destroy matter and energy¡¯ by bringing them out of existence. As for ¡®Mental Shutdown,¡¯ I can launch a mental attack on a target, causing their upper brain functions to shut down temporarily or even permanently. The effects can range from inducing pain and incapacitation to rendering the target unconscious or, in extreme cases, resulting in outright brain death. I know, they¡¯re pretty destructive, aren¡¯t they?¡± Hoshino¡¯s eyes widen in amazement as she realises the extraordinary potential Mia possesses. ¡°Why did you not receive a higher rating on your assessments? Don¡¯t you think you could destroy the targets as well as that Reiko girl did? ¡°I preferred not to have people all around me. And to your other question, indeed, that is probably the case. I just didn¡¯t feel comfortable showing off my skills like she did.¡± Ryuji spoke up with a hint of suspicion in his voice as he listened to Mia¡¯s words closely. ¡°But if that was the case, why would you tell us?¡± ¡°It¡¯s because I know you would do well not to tell a soul. Right? Ryuji?¡± Mia¡¯s voice and expression grow bitterly cold, as if she were drilling into our souls with her words and threatening us not to divulge anything she reveals to us. Ryuji gulps nervously, viciously nodding in agreement. Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. I don¡¯t really understand why Mia has such powerful Affinities. I don¡¯t think I¡¯d want powers like that. It sounds a bit scary. Ryuji looks scared, and Mia is really intense. I hope everything is okay. Maybe she just likes her privacy. I don¡¯t want to pry. Hoshino clears her throat, trying to lighten the mood. ¡°Well, Mia, your powers are indeed unique. Let¡¯s focus on getting to know each other and working together. Now, who¡¯s next for introductions?¡± The tension eases a bit, and I feel relieved. I¡¯m not sure why Mia is like this, but I guess everyone has their reasons. I hope she opens up more. A few more people introduce themselves, and their powers are interesting too. It¡¯s like a whole new world with so many abilities. I hope we can learn from each other. The next person to introduce themselves is a guy named Tatsuya Kobayashi. He has messy brown hair and glasses, giving off a nerdy vibe. ¡°Hey, everyone. I¡¯m Tatsuya Kobayashi. So, um, my Cognitive Affinity is, well, ¡®Jinx Manipulation.¡¯ I can mess with probabilities, making things go¡­ not so great. It¡¯s not exactly the coolest power, but, you know, it has its uses. I guess.¡± He¡¯s talking about his ¡®Jinx Manipulation¡¯ thing, saying it¡¯s not as cool as others, but who knows, maybe it¡¯ll be useful someday. I just nod and smile, not really understanding what he means. ¡°My Dynamic Affinity is ¡®Coincidence Nullification.¡¯ It¡¯s, um, kind of like cancelling out planned happenings. You know, when things seem too set up or when luck swings too far, I can sort of, well, put a stop to it. It¡¯s not all that exciting, but it¡¯s, I guess, a way to keep things from going too¡­ you know, dramatic or weird. Just trying to keep it all normal, I guess.¡± Mia¡¯s eyeing him like she¡¯s figuring something out. Hoshino, our group instructor, is encouraging us to embrace our powers and work together. I think that sounds cool, even if I¡¯m not exactly sure what ¡°embracing powers¡± really means. More people introduce themselves with their strange powers. Sakura Fujimoto can mess with memories with this thing called ¡®Memory Control¡¯, which sounds creepy. She¡¯s even able to turn her internal struggles into fragments that do damage. It¡¯s apparently called ¡®Painforge.¡¯ Hikari Ishikawa can control spectral things with something called ¡®Spectral Manipulation,¡¯ whatever that means. She apparently also has voices in her head. And then there¡¯s Akira Hayashi, who can mess with cause and effect. He calls it ¡®Casualty Distortion.¡¯ For some reason, he keeps his Dynamic Affinity a secret. I just smile a lot, trying to fit in with the group. Everyone¡¯s powers are so different and interesting Hoshino wraps up the introductions and suggests we spend some time getting to know each other. ¡°You never know when your fellow group members might save the day!¡± The idea of us saving the day makes me feel like we¡¯re in a comic book. It¡¯s so exciting! The group starts mingling, and Kirei Basara turns to me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. ¡°Yuka, what¡¯s your Dynamic and Cognitive Affinity?¡± Kirei¡¯s question catches me off guard, and I blink at her with genuine confusion. ¡°Huh? My what?¡± She giggles, seemingly amused by my unawareness. ¡°Your Dynamic and Cognitive Affinity, silly! You know, your powers!¡± ¡°Oh, right! Yeah, that makes sense! Uhm¡­¡± I stare at Kirei, my mind struggling to remember the names of my powers. Why can¡¯t they just have simpler names? It¡¯s all so confusing. ¡°Oh, yeah! Vibrokinesis! That¡¯s it. And, um, my Cognitive Affinity is¡­¡± I pause, realising I genuinely can¡¯t recall. Kirei giggles, finding my forgetfulness amusing. ¡°It¡¯s okay, Yuka! You¡¯ll figure it out eventually.¡± I nod, appreciating her positivity. I hope I don¡¯t sound too silly. Mia and Ryuji seem to be talking in hushed tones, and I¡¯m curious about what they¡¯re saying, but it¡¯s probably none of my business. The instructor, Hoshino, interrupts our little discussion. ¡°Alright, everyone! Let¡¯s engage in some team-building activities. Get to know each other, work together, and let those bonds strengthen!¡± Ryuji interjects with a confused tone. ¡°Isn¡¯t this school¡¯s purpose to make us stro¡ª¡± ¡°Ryuji Kojima, please do us a favour and be quiet.¡± Hoshino smiles creepily at him, instantly shutting him up. I don¡¯t get why he¡¯s questioning things; we¡¯re here to make friends and learn, right? Hoshino¡¯s smile, though, gives me the shivers. I wonder if she¡¯s always like that. The group disperses, and Kirei grabs my arm, pulling me towards a small cluster of people engaging in a conversation. She¡¯s so full of energy, it¡¯s infectious. The group shares more about their Affinities, and it¡¯s like they¡¯re speaking another language. Hikari Ishikawa talks about her ¡®Spectral Manipulation,¡¯ controlling things I can¡¯t see. I wonder if she can control my cat, Mochi, in my dorm. I should probably tell Kage about them, like she asked. Actions and reactions, she said. But I¡¯m not good at remembering things. I¡¯ll try my best, though. The instructor, Hoshino, claps her hands to get our attention. ¡°Alright, everyone! Let¡¯s start with a simple icebreaker. Share something interesting or unusual about yourself that others might not know.¡± I ponder for a moment, trying to think of something interesting about myself. ¡°I once tried to teach my cat, Mochi, to do tricks. But he just stared at me and then fell asleep. It was pretty cute!¡± The group laughs, and Kirei nudges me playfully. It¡¯s nice to see everyone smiling. Mia raises her hand, and Hoshino nods at her. ¡°Alright, Mia, what¡¯s your interesting fact?¡± Mia smirks, her eyes narrowing a bit. ¡°I once infiltrated a high-security facility just to see if I could do it. It was a piece of cake.¡± The group falls silent for a moment, and then everyone starts laughing nervously. Mia¡¯s fact is definitely more interesting than mine, but I¡¯m not sure if it¡¯s something you¡¯re supposed to admit to. Ryuji goes next, scratching his head. ¡°Um, I guess one time I accidentally set my kitchen on fire while trying to make instant noodles. Yeah, that was embarrassing.¡± The group laughs again, and I can¡¯t help but giggle. Ryuji seems nice, even if he has a bit of a tough exterior. A loud sound suddenly plays; it sounds like a bell. I think group time is over. But it felt so quick. We all exchange glances, realising that our time together has come to an end. We gather our belongings and prepare to leave the room. The bond we had formed in such a short period was unexpectedly strong, and I find myself yearning for more moments like these. Reluctantly, I stand up and join the others as we file out of the room, the laughter and companionship still lingering in the air. [v1] Ch. 3: Unnecessary Conflicts; Grave Consequences Part 1 [ONE DAY LATER | KIYORAKANA KAGE¡¯S POV] The bell rings, signalling the end of class. And school for this day. Instructor Shinoda dismisses the class, prompting everyone to immediately gather their belongings and leave. I follow suit, packing my notebook and textbook into my bag and leaving the classroom. As I exit the classroom, I take a brief moment to observe the hallway. Students rush about, their laughter and chatter filling the air. I watch them with a detached curiosity, analysing their movements and expressions. It¡¯s fascinating, really, how unaware they are of the curse they possess. I remember the cashier job I took on the first day of school; it starts today. But just as I am about to head there, Kokoro Ai walks towards me. I can¡¯t help but feel a mixture of irritation and amusement at the timing. ¡°U-uhm.¡± ¡°Hello, Kokoro Ai. What can I do for you?¡± I respond, my tone measured and calm. She fidgets with her hands, seemingly struggling to find the right words. It¡¯s almost endearing how easily she can be thrown off balance. I wait patiently, masking my inner amusement. ¡°I-I noticed you¡¯re heading somewhere. Um, if it¡¯s not too much trouble, could I¡­um, walk with you?¡± Kokoro Ai asks, her eyes avoiding direct contact. I respond with a subtle nod and grant her request. ¡°Of course, Kokoro Ai. Let us walk together.¡± We navigate the school¡¯s winding corridors in companionable silence, the rhythm of our footsteps syncing. As we stroll, Kokoro Ai occasionally steals glances in my direction, her reticent nature painted across her features. ¡°I believe upperclassmen are not supposed to be in underclassmen areas.¡± I glance at Kokoro Ai, a hint of amusement flickering in my eyes. ¡°True, but rules are meant to be bent occasionally. Besides, I find the underclassmen areas to be more enlightening.¡± Kokoro Ai nods, a faint smile touching her lips. We continue our stroll, the conversation ebbing and flowing. Kokoro Ai occasionally shares snippets of her day, her experiences coloured with the innocence that defines her character. I reciprocate with measured responses, carefully revealing only what I deem necessary. As we approach the school¡¯s exit, Kokoro Ai glances at her watch, a subtle sign of anxiety creeping into her expression. ¡°Oh, I didn¡¯t realise it¡¯s getting late. I need to head to the association meeting.¡± I feign surprise, concealing my prior knowledge of her schedule. ¡°Association meeting? What club are you part of?¡± Kokoro Ai hesitates for a moment before answering. ¡°Um, the Art and Creativity Association. We have a project to work on, and I shouldn¡¯t be late.¡± ¡°The Art and Creativity Association? In this institute? That sounds like a fable.¡± Kokoro Ai¡¯s eyes widen slightly, a hint of uncertainty crossing her face. ¡°W-well, yes. It¡¯s a small group of students who share a passion for artistic expression. We work on various projects together.¡± ¡°Interesting¡­ I wasn¡¯t aware such a group existed here. But it¡¯s commendable that students find avenues for creativity within the confines of this institution.¡± Kokoro Ai smiles, relieved that I haven¡¯t dismissed her explanation outright. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s a wonderful way for us to explore our artistic interests and collaborate on different projects. I find it quite fulfilling.¡± ¡°¡­ Do you mind telling me who¡¯s in your association? Are they your friends?¡± ¡°Ah! Yes! They¡¯re good friends of mine! The best friends I could ever ask for! There¡¯s Sora; I think you already know him; there¡¯s also¡­ Akane Enishi, Renjiro Taniguchi, Emi Sato, Miyu Kato, Airi Abe, and Daichi Yamashita! They¡¯re all so amazing and talented, and we always have such a fun time together! We work on the coolest projects, and the creativity just flows when we¡¯re together! It¡¯s like a little family, and I¡¯m so¡­ so lucky to have them as my friends!¡± Kokoro Ai¡¯s eyes sparkle with genuine enthusiasm as she speaks about her friends and the Art and Creativity Association. We eventually arrive in front of the store I¡¯m supposed to be working at. ¡°Well, Kokoro Ai, it sounds like you have a wonderful group of friends. I hope your meeting goes well. Perhaps we¡¯ll cross paths again soon.¡± ¡°Thank you, Kage! I hope so too! Have a good day at work!¡± With a parting smile, Kokoro Ai hurries off towards the association meeting. I go to the front desk, my footsteps silent against the polished floor. I sit behind the counter and watch the students continue flowing through the hallway. My mind is already racing, planning out how I will approach my task. I have a penchant for blending in, making people underestimate me. I can use that to my advantage. *** After working incessantly for four hours, I finally arrive at my dorm. The room is quiet and still, a merciless variance from the lively hallway from earlier. I take a deep breath, relieved to be away from the noise and chaos. As I slip into bed, my thoughts wander back to Kokoro Ai and the Art and Creativity Association she¡¯s a part of. Based on her description, the members seem to have a genuine communion, their creative energies intertwining. It is a rare and compelling phenomenon that I have never encountered before. But perhaps, given time, I will. But I must not get sidetracked, for my primary focus currently is on learning about humans and how best to control them. Dissonance Affinity¡¯s obliteration is my top priority overall. However, I am also driven to uncover the reasons behind why. It is odd that the Outer Gods, who created it, have not taken any measures to stop me. Perhaps there¡¯s something I am yet to perceive, but I shall find out soon enough. Falling flat onto my bed, I stare at the ceiling. My past is irrelevant, but still¡­ What would my life be like if I was not exiled? Would I have friends like Kokoro Ai has? No, I never once had friends. I do not see why that would change. But in the slight chance that a change does happen¡­ ¡­ I suppose there is no use in thinking of hypotheticals. But it is hard not to wonder. I look at the smartphone lying on my desk beside me. ¡°I have no one to contact¡­¡± I already told Yuka Nanami that I do not have a Cognitive Affinity, so telepathy is not an option. I guess trying to obtain people¡¯s contact information would be the smartest choice. I sigh and pick up the phone, staring at it for a moment. It feels strange holding one, and it feels strange using it. But it will be essential to communicate with others. I cannot depend on human interaction alone. So, I open my phone and look for the contacts section. I cannot see any existing contacts. However, there is an option to create one. After some careful thought, I created one contact, using the name ¡°Yuka Nanami.¡±. However, a new problem arises. I require this thing called a ¡®Dial ID¡¯. You can only input five digits. So Yuka Nanami¡¯s Dial ID is between one and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine. I stare at the phone screen, puzzled by the request for a ¡®Dial ID.¡¯ The concept is foreign to me, and I¡¯m unsure how to proceed. I consider my options and decide to tackle the problem methodically. My Dial ID seems to be 86778. Maybe I could use that to find Yuka Nanami¡¯s ID. Maybe I should ask her; it would be easier if I did that. I open the phone¡¯s settings, looking for any clues or hints about how this ¡®Dial ID¡¯ system works. As I navigate through the settings menu, I come across an option labelled ¡®Student Information.¡¯ Intrigued, I press on it. The screen displays details¡ªenrollment year, class seat number, and class number. My enrollment year stands at 2037, class seat at 86, and class number at 3. A straightforward multiplication yields an astronomical figure of 525546. Yet, Dial IDs cannot exceed 99,999, prompting me to employ the modulo operation, resulting in 25551. Closer, but still not quite. There is something I am missing. My mind races through the information I¡¯ve gathered so far: enrollment year, class seat number, and class number. These elements must hold the key, but how? Suddenly, a thought strikes me. What if there is a constant value? And that value is somehow related to the school year? It makes sense; schools often have a fixed starting point, a reference that remains constant. I delve into the settings menu once again, searching for any indication of the school¡¯s foundation year or a similar landmark. To my delight, I discover an option labelled ¡®School Information.¡¯ I press on it, hoping for a revelation. It is convenient; it is as if they want you to figure out the formula for Dial IDs. The screen reveals the school¡¯s establishment year: 2015. If the constant value is linked to the school¡¯s inception, then adding the establishment year to the current enrollment year might give me the missing constant. 2,037 + 2,015 = 4,052. This is the constant value. I am sure of it. Implementing this constant, I calculate 6,099 (enrollment year + constant) multiplied by 86, then by 3, resulting in 1,573,542. The modulo operation with 99,999 doesn¡¯t yield my Dial ID. Experimentally halving the value and then applying modulo, I arrive at the correct Dial ID: 86778. Theoretically, this formula could reveal every student¡¯s Dial ID. Now, to enter Yuka Nanami¡¯s ID. Considering her class and year alignment with mine, the unchanging enrollment year, and the second multiplicative value, coupled with her observed desk number of 8, I implement the formula. 6,099 x 8 x 3 = 146376. Halving that gets me 73188. That should be her Dial ID. So if I enter that number here and press the ¡®add¡¯ button, is she saved on my smartphone? To confirm this, I press on her name; a new screen appears, and a ringing sound plays. A few seconds later, the sound halts, and I can hear Yuka Nanami¡¯s voice. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. Her innocent enthusiasm amuses me. I find it intriguing how easily she accepts the explanation without delving into further questions. A prolonged beep sound plays. I guess that means the call has ended. Tomorrow is another day, and I am anticipating it already. Something ¡®big¡¯ is going to happen. Something significant indeed¡­ *** The following morning feels early, judging by my calculations. The surroundings¡ªI presume one could call them streets¡ªare already bustling with students making their way to the institute. I suppose I will head there too; after all, I have no choice. The lecture hall echoes the monotonous voice of Instructor Shinoda as I sit, feigning interest in the historical account of Dissonance Affinity. My eyes occasionally drift towards the window, observing the rhythmic dance of cherry blossoms in the wind. The tale of Dissonance Affinity¡¯s arrival on Earth unfolds like a disenchanted fairy tale. It was 2015, a time of burgeoning technological advancements and societal shifts. An anomaly occurred. The anomaly, a ripple in the fabric of existence, drew attention from scholars, scientists, and governments worldwide. It was a moment that altered the course of human history, marking the arrival of Dissonance Affinity on Earth. At least, that is what I gathered from her explanation. Eventually, the lesson draws to an end, with the students shuffling out of the hall, a collective relief apparent. My feet eventually carry me to a secluded spot, away from the crowds. The relative quiet is a welcome change and a much-needed respite. Then a scream filled my ears. I turn towards the source of the scream and begin approaching. The commotion, situated a short distance ahead, grows more pronounced as I get closer. A ring of individuals encircles two people. I move through the crowd, closing in on the intensifying conflict. Their words emerge from the commotion. ¡°You rotten scumbag! I swear, you¡¯re gonna pay for this.¡± The brown-haired guy, his hand now transformed into a grotesque claw, sneers. ¡°Give it a shot! Your threats don¡¯t scare me.¡± A red-haired girl, distinct from Reiko Yami, retorts defiantly. The tension tightens, creating an almost tangible pressure, and I position myself as an observant audience within the pulsating arena. ¡°You repugnant piece of trash!¡± ¡°Rot in hell!¡± The guy charges, seemingly in control. But things take a twist. ¡°HAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!¡± His claw descends, but the nimble girl dodges, leaving only tattered shreds of her clothing in its wake. Swiftly, she retaliates, attacking his shadow and causing visible pain. ¡°What, are you some kind of freaking demon? Who fights like that?¡± ¡°Let me flip that question back at you. What kind of idiot gropes a girl¡¯s ass like that?¡± ¡°What the hell are you talking about?!¡± ¡°Your perverted move back there. I¡¯m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.¡± Silence falls among the surrounding students, unsure whether to intervene in this clash of titans. ¡°You¡¯ve got some nerve, bitch.¡± ¡°Likewise, you bastard.¡± As the tension increases, a surge of pain courses through the guy¡¯s transformed limb, eliciting a guttural scream. The inflicted agony contorts his face, adding a layer of desperation to his relentless assault. ¡°Fuck! What did you do?!¡± A smirk graces the girl¡¯s lips as she revels in her strategic retaliation. ¡°Simple, really. I found your weak spot. You¡¯re not the only one with tricks up their sleeve.¡± The crowd watches in rapt attention, captivated by the unfolding spectacle. And here I thought humanity could reach interesting heights with Dissonance Affinity. Just when things were about to get violent, a commanding voice cut through the chaos, demanding everyone¡¯s attention. ¡°STOP RIGHT THIS INSTANT!¡± It was Class Two¡¯s instructor, a mature-looking woman with striking yellow hair and a usually easygoing aura. She strode towards the scene of the fight, followed closely by Instructor Shinoda. ¡°Miss Shinoda, these two students are engaged in an unnecessary dispute. It will be best if you separate them before anyone gets hurt.¡± ¡°Yes, Miss Onibi, we will ensure order is maintained. We wouldn¡¯t want disturbances to escalate.¡± With that, Miss Onibi turns and leads most of the students away. ¡°Now then..¡± Shinoda¡¯s sharp gaze lands on the male student, his twisted arm still held in a claw-like position. ¡°If memory serves, I¡¯ve glimpsed your insignificant presence wandering these hallowed halls.¡± In response, the boy grits his teeth and shoots her a hostile glare. ¡°I don¡¯t remember introducing myself to a nobody like you.¡± Shinoda raises a single eyebrow, somewhat impressed by his boldness. ¡°Touche.¡± She takes a step closer to the boy, her piercing gaze fixed on him. ¡°But do you grasp the repercussions of your actions?¡± The boy looks away, clearly intimidated by her presence. ¡°I don¡¯t recall doing anything.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Her piercing stare seems to penetrate his very soul, causing him to feel uneasy and anxious. ¡°I recommend giving up.¡± The red-haired girl stands her ground; her eyes lock with the boy¡¯s. She wears a smirk on her face, as if daring him to make a move. ¡°Extend your sincerest apologies, unless you relish the impending turmoil. Save yourself from the imminent wreckage you¡¯ve foolishly invited.¡± Instructor Shinoda demands nonchalantly. ¡°Yeah, pervert!¡± But the boy is not having it. He growls and lunges forward; his arm extends. ¡°DON¡¯T MESS WITH ME¡ª¡± Instructor Shinoda¡¯s response is instantaneous. Her fist connects with his face, and the boy is sent soaring through the air, slamming into the nearest wall before the sound of the punch registers; it¡¯s clear she¡¯s holding back significantly. The impact was so sudden and unpredictable that no one in the area had the chance to make even the slightest reaction in time. Dazed and disoriented, the boy collapses to the ground. Instructor Shinoda approaches him gradually and lifts him, mercilessly grasping his hair. ¡°You¡¯ve just made your miserable existence even more pitiable¡­ Assaulting an instructor from the esteemed Twilight Institute, no less. Your future just took a nosedive, and I trust you comprehend the impending consequences. Or are the remnants of your intellect too feeble to grasp the inevitable fate awaiting you? Surely, even someone of your dubious calibre can fathom the impending descent that now shadows your pathetic excuse for a student record. Care to take a guess, or does the prospect of your own undoing leave you as perplexed as a lost child in the dark?¡± Instructor Shinoda¡¯s voice is cold and menacing, her eyes boring into the boy¡¯s soul. The whole room is silent. Everyone knows not to mess with Instructor Shinoda¡ªshe is a force to be reckoned with, and she made sure everyone knew it. As the boy rises weakly from the floor, his entire body shakes from the force of Instructor Shinoda¡¯s blows. His eyes are bloodshot, and his breath is laboured. He stares at Instructor Shinoda and the red-haired girl, unable to utter a single word. Instructor Shinoda turns her attention towards the girl with a strict expression on her face. ¡°Don¡¯t think you won¡¯t be getting punished as well.¡± ¡°Hey, that¡¯s unfair.¡± She nods silently, her gaze cast downward. ¡°Is it? You were part of the fight, and fights are not tolerated here. You¡¯ll simply receive a lighter punishment¡ªconsider it a merciful gesture on my part.¡± ¡°But that¡¯s still not fair! He¡ª¡± ¡°Your protest is pointless! No one cares! No matter how incessantly you chant ¡®it¡¯s not fair,¡¯ unleashing your pitiful wails and temperamental tantrums, understand this¡ªyour desperate pleas will yield nothing. Consider yourself fortunate for this seemingly lenient judgement, as the courtroom is devoid of mercy. Whether innocence or guilt clings to your pathetic existence is irrelevant; justice remains elusive until the accused acknowledges their sins and grovels in repentance for their transgressions.¡± ¡°But he¡ª¡± ¡°Are you attempting to goad me into escalating your punishment?¡± ¡°¡­ No.¡± Instructor Shinoda gives off a very murderous intent, making everyone shiver in fear. ¡°Get out of my sight before I change my mind. Both of you.¡± The boy tries scurrying off, clearly frightened by the instructor¡¯s words, but ultimately fails and stumbles to the ground. The red-haired girl bows slightly before walking away. The tension finally releases its grip, and the spectators dissipate, murmuring amongst themselves. Instructor Shinoda lets out a sigh and walks away, leaving the mess behind her. That was interesting. This scum just taught me a thing about humans. They are violent, aggressive, and predictable. The aftermath of the clash lingers in the air as the crowd disperses. I find myself drawn towards the red-haired girl, who had faced Instructor Shinoda¡¯s judgement with an air of defiance. As she walks away, our eyes briefly meet, and I see a glimmer of resilience in her gaze. ¡°Quite the spectacle, was it not?¡± I remark, joining her as she navigates the now-quieter surroundings. She seems reluctant to speak to me. ¡°I do not believe we have been formally introduced. My name is Kiyorakana Kage.¡± She turns away from me. ¡°Name¡¯s Ryuko Homura. Don¡¯t talk to me; I¡¯m not in the mood.¡± Fair enough. I decide to respect her space and walk alongside her in silence. The institute¡¯s ambience shifts, and the lingering tension slowly dissipates. As we approach a less crowded area, I notice a small courtyard bathed in dappled sunlight. Without a word, Ryuko Homura sits on a bench, seemingly lost in thought. I join her, allowing the silence to linger for a moment. ¡°So, what was that all about?¡± I ask, breaking the silence between us. ¡°Didn¡¯t I say not to talk to me?¡± The tension persists, but I press on. ¡°I am just curious.¡± Ryuko Homura gives me a sidelong glance; her expression is guarded. ¡°Look, this isn¡¯t any of your business. Just drop it.¡± I nod, acknowledging her desire for privacy, but my curiosity persists. We sit in the courtyard, each lost in our thoughts. She sighs, relenting slightly. ¡°I guess I can tell you a little bit¡­¡± I lean in, my curiosity piqued, eager to hear what she has to say. The afternoon sun casts a warm glow on her face as she begins to open up. ¡°As you probably heard during my earlier fight, that wretched existence groped my ass; I let out a scream, which is most likely what alerted everyone. It was infuriating, humiliating, and straight-up perverted. I couldn¡¯t just let him get away with it, so I confronted him. But instead of apologising or showing any remorse, he laughed it off like it was some kind of joke.¡± I can feel the anger radiating off of her as she recounts the incident. It is clear that this is not the first time she has faced such harassment. Ryuko Homura¡¯s gaze remains distant, fixated on a distant point as she recounts the incident. I observe her closely, noting the clenched fists and the subtle quiver in her voice. She may project strength, but beneath the surface lies a current of vulnerability. ¡°Sorry to pry, but understanding these conflicts is essential for navigating this institute. How often does this kind of harassment happen here?¡± ¡°From my past experiences, it happens a lot. But from what others have told me, it¡¯s basically nonexistent. Maybe I¡¯m cursed or something; I don¡¯t really know, but it¡¯s infuriating.¡± ¡°Ryuko Homura, you handled that situation quite well. It is unfortunate that these kinds of things happen more frequently than one might think.¡± ¡°Yeah, well, life in this institute isn¡¯t exactly a walk in the park.¡± ¡°I can understand that much, even though we have only been here for three days. But, Ryuko Homura, do you believe incidents like the one today are common in this institute?¡± Ryuko sighs, contemplating her response. ¡°They shouldn¡¯t be. But for some reason, they happen to me more often than I¡¯d like.¡± I lean back on the bench as Ryuko¡¯s eyes narrow slightly, trying to discern my intentions. ¡°I don¡¯t know if there¡¯s a pattern. It just feels like I attract trouble. Like I¡¯m a magnet for it.¡± ¡°I see¡­ Hey, mind telling me what class you are in?¡± Ryuko Homura hesitates for a moment before revealing. ¡°Class Two¡ªAyame Onibi is my instructor¡ªwhy?¡± ¡°Class Two, you say? Interesting. I am in class three.¡± Ryuko looks up at the sky and lets out a small sigh. ¡°I guess that explains why I haven¡¯t seen you around before.¡± ¡°Well, it is nice to meet you, Ryuko.¡± I extend my hand for a handshake; Ryuko hesitates for a moment before tentatively reaching out and shaking my hand. Her grip is firm, but there is a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. ¡°Likewise.¡± [v1] Ch. 3.1: Unnecessary Conflicts; Grave Consequences Part 2 I exit D.A. Group Six¡¯s homeroom and enter the lengthy hallway. The echoes of my footsteps reverberate against the cold, sterile walls of the institute. I watch as Chigusa Tanaka and the others leave to eat at the cafeteria, but I have other plans. I glance at the clock in the hall to make sure no one is around and take a right. I know what I need to do, and I don¡¯t need any distractions. I head to the women¡¯s restroom and find Ryuko staring at the mirror. She looks down, clearly upset and worried. ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t know how to let people in. It¡¯s always been easier to push them away.¡± I observed Ryuko¡¯s hesitant admission, her eyes reflecting a tumult of emotions, the weight of past scars evident in the furrow of her brow. ¡°I understand, Ryuko Homura. It is hard to trust, especially when you¡¯ve been hurt before. But you are not alone now. You have someone who genuinely cares about you.¡± ¡°I¡¯m just scared. Scared that if I open up, everything will fall apart.¡± ¡°Opening up is a step towards healing. I will not let things fall apart, Ryuko Homura. You can lean on me; I am here to support you.¡± She slowly approaches me; at that moment, the air seems to be charged with the unspoken, unsteady bridge forming between us as Ryuko. ¡°I never thought I¡¯d find someone who could understand.¡± ¡°People often wear masks, hiding their true selves. I can see beyond those masks, and I see someone strong yet vulnerable, someone who deserves compassion.¡± ¡°Thank you, Kiyorakana. I¡­ I appreciate you being here.¡± ¡°You are welcome, Ryuko Homura. We all need someone to rely on. Do not hesitate to reach out when you need support. You are not alone anymore.¡± ¡°I¡­ I¡¯ll consider it. But don¡¯t think this changes anything between us.¡± ¡°Understood, Ryuko Homura. Trust takes time. I will be here when you¡¯re ready.¡± ¡°Fine, just go. You¡¯ve made your point.¡± With a nod, I retreated, leaving Ryuko to her contemplation, the space between us a bridge to be crossed when she deemed fit. ¡°As you wish. Take care, Ryuko Homura.¡± I leave the restroom, my steps deliberate, echoing the controlled rhythm of my thoughts. As I navigate the corridors, I spot Instructor Shinoda discussing disciplinary measures with Onibi. I subtly intercept the conversation. ¡°I think Ryuko deserves a second chance. She may have played a minor role, but she is a genuinely caring and thoughtful student.¡± Instructor Shinoda nods in agreement. ¡°The matter needs careful deliberation. I understand she may not have instigated the incident, but she didn¡¯t stop it.¡± ¡°Then perhaps a probationary period?¡± ¡°That may be a good start. She can¡¯t keep her thoughts to herself, but I believe she is still capable of showing improvement.¡± A probationary period, huh¡­ I am not entirely satisfied with the results, but when the time comes, I will ensure that Ryuko is fully supported. After their conversation ends, I reveal myself to Instructor Onibi, asking if she can join me for a brief chat. We engage in casual conversation, with me voicing my support for Ryuko¡¯s role in the incident and assuring Onibi that Ryuko will learn from her actions. In reality, I use this conversation to gather as much information as I can about Ryuko¡¯s probation. I probe for the stipulations, time frame, and type of discipline she will face. Out of curiosity, I ask about the boy¡¯s punishment. However, Instructor Onibi laughs it off. She may not disclose all the details, but she does reveal that the boy¡¯s punishment is¡­ unorthodox and efficient; and that Instructor Shinoda will get to relieve some of her ¡®stress¡¯ on him. Though he is guaranteed to be expelled. Having gathered all the information I can, I thank Onibi for her time and offer to guide her back to her classroom. She rejects my offer, saying she¡¯d like to meditate in the courtyard for a bit. She has a calm, wise aura that is simply irresistible to most. My next task is to locate Instructor Shinoda. I traverse the bustling corridors of the institute. The low hum of student chatter accompanies me as I navigate the labyrinthine halls. Stolen story; please report. After a brief search, I spot her near the institute¡¯s training area, engaging in conversation with another faculty member. Their voices carry a blend of authority and restraint, emphasising the seriousness of their discussion. Her sharp eyes lock onto mine; without preamble, I address her with a respectful nod. ¡°Instructor Shinoda, may I have a moment of your time?¡± Her response is a curt nod, signalling for me to proceed. ¡°I understand the gravity of Ryuko¡¯s involvement in the recent incident. However, I believe there¡¯s potential for her to learn from this experience. A probationary period might be a suitable measure, but perhaps the conditions could be more tailored to her needs.¡± Instructor Shinoda¡¯s eyes narrow slightly, and her lips curl into a subtle smirk. The challenge is evident, and I choose my words carefully, acknowledging her authority while subtly pushing for leniency. Instructor Shinoda listens intently, her gaze unwavering. ¡°And what guarantee do I have that she won¡¯t repeat her mistakes? Words can be deceiving, after all.¡± ¡°Her mistake of self-defence? Instructor Shinoda, I must say, you are not very forgiving. While I acknowledge the need for discipline, I believe Ryuko¡¯s actions were, to a certain extent, a reaction to the immediate threat posed by the boy.¡± Instructor Shinoda¡¯s gaze remains persistent; she weighs my words, considering the delicate balance of justice and understanding. ¡°Self-defense or not, she allowed herself to be drawn into unnecessary conflicts. Such incidents can¡¯t be tolerated.¡± I nod, acknowledging the severity of the situation, but I press on. ¡°I propose a probationary period with specific conditions that address the root of the issue. Mandatory counselling sessions focused on emotional healing and conflict resolution could be instrumental in guiding Ryuko towards a healthier response to such situations.¡± ¡°Counselling, you say? You believe that will be effective?¡± A flicker of interest crosses Instructor Shinoda¡¯s eyes, and her demeanour softens slightly. ¡°Yes, Instructor Shinoda. Understanding the emotional aftermath and providing the necessary support can prevent future conflicts. Ryuko is not beyond redemption; she needs guidance to navigate her inner shadows.¡± Instructor Shinoda contemplates my words, her gaze penetrating. ¡°Very well, Kiyorakana Kage. I¡¯ll consider your proposal. But make no mistake, if she fails to meet the conditions or repeats such mistakes, the consequences will be severe.¡± ¡°I appreciate your consideration, Instructor Shinoda.¡± Instructor Shinoda¡¯s piercing gaze lingers for a moment, assessing the sincerity in my words. A subtle nod signals her acceptance of my proposal, and with that, she resumes her authoritative demeanour. ¡°Your confidence in Ryuko intrigues me, Kiyorakana Kage. I hope you¡¯re not underestimating the complexities of human nature.¡± ¡°I assure you, Instructor Shinoda, I am well aware of the challenges. However, I believe in the potential for growth and change, even in the face of adversity.¡± Instructor Shinoda¡¯s measured gaze lingers on me for a moment before she nods in agreement. ¡°Your confidence in Ryuko intrigues me, Kiyorakana Kage. I hope you¡¯re not underestimating the complexities of human nature.¡± ¡°I assure you, Instructor Shinoda, I am well aware of the challenges. However, I believe in the potential for growth and change, even in the face of adversity.¡± With that, Instructor Shinoda resumes her authoritative demeanour, signalling the end of our discussion. I leave the training area, my steps deliberate and purposeful, contemplating the weight of the responsibility I¡¯ve taken on to support Ryuko. As I walk through the bustling corridors, word of Ryuko¡¯s potential probation spreads among the students like wildfire. Whispers and glances follow me, the air thick with anticipation and curiosity. Reaching the courtyard, I find Onibi meditating in a serene corner. I approach her with a respectful nod, acknowledging the wisdom that emanates from her calming presence. ¡°Instructor Onibi, the deliberation for Ryuko¡¯s probation seems to be in progress. I believe we can play a crucial role in guiding her through this challenging time.¡± Onibi opens her eyes, a serene smile gracing her lips. ¡°Indeed, Kiyorakana Kage. Supporting our fellow students is a noble endeavour. Let us hope Ryuko finds the strength to navigate the shadows within.¡± Ryuko¡¯s fate now rests partially on my shoulders, and I am determined to ensure her path to redemption is navigated with care. I walk through the institute¡¯s corridors, and the news of Ryuko¡¯s probation begins to spread among the students like wildfire. Whispers and sidelong glances accompany my every step, the air thick with judgement and speculation. I spot Ryuko near the store, her expression a mix of uncertainty and defiance. She¡¯s aware of the eyes following her, judging her every move. I approach her with deliberate steps, cutting through the oppressive atmosphere. ¡°Ryuko Homura.¡± Her response is a guarded look, a silent acknowledgement of our previous encounter in the restroom. The gravity of the situation hangs between us, unspoken yet palpable. ¡°Instructor Shinoda has decided on a probationary period for you.¡± ¡°The terms of your probation are specific,¡± I continue, conveying the conditions with clarity. ¡°Mandatory counselling sessions focused on emotional healing and conflict resolution will be part of the process. It¡¯s an opportunity to address the root of the issue and guide you towards a healthier response to such situations.¡± Ryuko¡¯s gaze remains guarded, but there¡¯s a flicker of understanding in her eyes. She realises that this could be a chance for her to find that elusive inner peace she desires. I wait for her response, giving her the space to agree with the proposed terms. Her words, when they come, are measured but carry a hint of reluctant acceptance. ¡°Fine. If that¡¯s what it takes to stay here and not be expelled, I¡¯ll do it.¡± I nod, acknowledging her decision. ¡°This is a step towards growth, Ryuko Homura. Remember, you¡¯re not alone in this journey.¡± As I speak these words, I sense a subtle shift in the atmosphere. Ryuko¡¯s guarded expression softens, revealing a glimmer of gratitude buried beneath layers of hesitation. I stride away, leaving Ryuko to her thoughts. The word of Ryuko¡¯s probation spreads among students like wildfire, with curiosity and judgment in their glances. In the courtyard, Onibi acknowledges the unfolding drama with a serene smile. I approach her, and we exchange a nod, both understanding the gravity of our roles in Ryuko¡¯s journey. [v1] Ch. 3.2: Unnecessary Conflicts; Grave Consequences It is the middle of homeroom, and I can hear whispers from my peers. Instructor Shinoda gazes at them with a sharp eye, aware of the discussion. Ryuko Homura. Instead of ending it, she let it be. I expect several students will face disciplinary action; one rule did state, ¡°Gossip and rumours are strictly prohibited.¡± I turn to see the lone individual staring at my desk. She has not said a single word. But then an unprecedented moment occurs. She opens her mouth to speak. Only to be halted by Instructor Shinoda slamming the front desk, sending a gust of wind at us. ¡°Must you corrupt the pristine air of this institution with your mindless blabber? This is a lecture, not some mind-numbing podcast for your entertainment!¡± The homeroom lingers in conspicuous silence. The elegant concrete floor mirrors the glare Instructor Shinoda has over us. ¡°I will castigate the next person who utters a sound.¡± I can feel the fear of everyone around, except for two people, who do not seem to be fazed by Instructor Shinoda¡¯s declaration. The lone individual, and, of course, Reiko Yami. Turning back to the board, the instructor writes a few words before pointing at the lone individual. ¡°Could you, Yurei Kurayami¡ªthe one with the odd name¡ªexplain to the incompetent class what Dissonance Affinity opposes?¡± Yurei Kurayami, without missing a beat, stands up; her voice is quiet and quite peaceful. ¡°Dissonance Affinity challenges the concept of personal desires by manifesting a power that contradicts one¡¯s wishes.¡± ¡°Indeed, that is the right answer.¡± Instructor Shinoda¡¯s gaze shifts over to the rest of the class. ¡°Behold, the glaring truth laid bare before your eyes, as undeniable as the scorching fury of the sun itself. Yet, I stand amidst you, unflinching in my conviction that not a single soul in this homeroom could explain the concept of Dissonance Affinity with the sheer intellectual prowess and piercing insight that she possesses¡ªas your minds are too occupied with feeble gossip. Consider this a lesson for everyone. The pursuit of knowledge should be your primary focus, not the petty squabbles and rumours that seem to consume your attention. Let us proceed with the lecture uninterrupted." The lone individual sits down but also puts a note on my desk without facing me at all. I pick up the note as Instructor Shinoda resumes the lesson again. The note reads: ¡°I know where you come from.¡± I glance up at Yurei Kurayami, but she is already engrossed in the lecture, her face an unreadable mask. I fold the note and tuck it into my pocket.

*** Homeroom ends; about twenty-four pupils face disciplinary action; and I look for Ryuko Homura, only to stumble upon Yuka Nanami apologising to Class Four¡¯s instructor. I approach as the instructor walks away. ¡°Why are you apologising?¡± Startled, Yuka Nanami jumps up in surprise. ¡°Ah! Sorry, I didn¡¯t mean to be in the way!¡± I observe the instructor walking away. ¡°What happened in Class Four? Why the apology?¡± ¡°I somehow bumped into him. And I thought I was going to be expelled¡­ Wait, Kage?! What are you doing here?¡± Her eyes widen in surprise at my unexpected appearance. ¡°I am simply looking for Ryuko Homura.¡± ¡°Ohhh¡­ Okay. I thought you were going to ask me to inform you about my group¡ªhehe¡­¡± ¡°Please inform me about your group.¡± Yuka Nanami takes a step back, possibly surprised at my straightforward inquiry. ¡°Ah! So direct!¡± The unexpected directness seems to have thrown her off balance. ¡°Your group details, please.¡± Yuka, now slightly flustered, stutters and stumbles through an explanation of the students in her group, how they act, and their Affinities. This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. ¡°That¡¯s all I can remember.¡± ¡°The fact that you can remember is already surprising enough.¡± ¡°It is? Wait, what do you mean?¡± ¡°You rarely think, so it must be a remarkable feat.¡± Yuka Nanami gasps and then pouts at me. ¡°Not true! I remember plenty!¡± ¡°Sure you do; I will look for Ryuko Homura now.¡± As I turn away, I hear her call out in protest. ¡°That¡¯s so mean, Kage! Wait¡ªoh no, Instructor Shinoda is coming!¡± I ignore the commotion and head towards the caf¨¦. Ryuko Homura is already there, seated by herself, observing the students. I approach her and sit down. ¡°Ryuko Homura.¡± Startled, she looks up and then recognises me. ¡°Kiyorakana¡­ Hello.¡± ¡°How come you are all alone?¡± She looks at me for a moment, as if evaluating the question. ¡°Just needed some time to myself. What are you doing here?¡± It is an obvious deflection, but I allow it. ¡°Students were gossiping about you during homeroom. Instructor Shinoda silenced them.¡± Ryuko Homura sighs with resignation and frustration, then proceeds to sink her head on the table. ¡°It¡¯s already started¡­¡± ¡°I am here to offer my assistance, if you need it.¡± I try to sound as nonchalant as possible. She lifts her head and gives me a long, searching look before finally nodding. ¡°I appreciate that, Kiyorakana. Thank you.¡± Ryuko Homura¡¯s voice is filled with a mix of relief and gratitude. I can sense the weight of her responsibilities and the pressure she must be under. Suddenly, I hear a voice; it sounds ghostly and ethereal. ¡°Take her.¡± The voice seems to echo through the air, growing louder and more distinct. I turn my head, trying to locate its source, but there is no one around. No one else seems to be able to hear it. I take note of the voice¡¯s words and ponder the implications of its message. ¡°Why¡¯s everyone acting like I¡¯m the bad one here? Do they think I just spit lies wherever I go?¡± Ryuko Homura¡¯s frustration echoed in the quiet corner of the caf¨¦. She fidgeted with her lunch tray, her eyes darting nervously around the room. ¡°Possibly. Do you have friends or anyone you speak to?¡± She sighed, a heavy weight on her shoulders. ¡°I do, but they said they had plans. Though that was probably just a plain lie.¡± I could sense the bitterness in her voice as she spoke. ¡°People are afraid of getting involved in drama, especially if it could tarnish their reputation. It is unfortunate. Rumours have a way of pushing people away. Even if they are not sure who to believe, they would rather keep their distance to avoid being dragged into the mess. It is easy for someone to fade into the background in a place this big.¡± ¡°The boy has been invisible to the school since your little fight. I assume the school has forgotten about him, though, I wonder how Instructor Shinoda deals with him?¡± ¡°Instructor Shinoda? Oh, right, you¡¯re not in the same class as me.¡± As we engage in this seemingly profound conversation, I notice the covert glances and whispers from other students. The gossip mill is at work, and Ryuko¡¯s predicament has become the latest topic of intrigue. ¡°It¡¯s amazing how quickly rumours spread.¡± Ryuko Homura¡¯s gaze flickers towards the surrounding students. ¡°People find comfort in portrayals, even if they are based on half-truths or outright fabrications. It is a coping mechanism. But, Ryuko Homura, resilience is your strength, and shadows do not stand a chance against your resolve. I am here, navigating the darkness with you.¡± She looks up at me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. ¡°Thanks, Kiyorakana.¡± As I prepare to leave the cafeteria, I catch sight of Yurei Kurayami. Her gaze meets mine, and for a moment, there is a silent exchange of understanding. The voice from before echoes in my mind, urging me to ¡°take her.¡± It is a cryptic directive, and I ponder the implications as I navigate the shifting dynamics within the institute. I turn away and walk through the seemingly endless corridors of the institute, I am focused on the note given to me by Yurei Kurayami. The meaning of the note is obvious. But the question is: how? Perhaps she is a ghost that has followed me since I was a small child? That would surely be interesting. If Yurei Kurayami truly exists as a phantom tied to my soul, it would explain the exceptional coincidences and nameless circumstances that have occurred throughout my existence. But that is just a theory. I stumble upon Yurei Kurayami alone, near the fountain. Her presence is ethereal amidst the ambient hustle. Her unreadable stare meets mine; as I approach, she remains silent. ¡°Yurei Kurayami.¡± I take slow and steady steps towards her. ¡°What do you want, Kiyorakana?¡± ¡°I do not recall telling you my name.¡± ¡°I simply asked someone.¡± ¡°And why? What reason do you have to know about me?¡± She tilts her head, and an almost imperceptible gaze penetrates through me. ¡°Curiosity, perhaps.¡± ¡°Curiosity? I suppose that everyone possesses a certain degree of fascination with the most ordinary and unexceptional aspects of life.¡± ¡°You are no exception.¡± She slowly rises from her seat, gathers her belongings, and readies herself to leave. ¡°I still want to know why you bothered to reveal your knowledge about me and how you know.¡± ¡°You¡¯re capable of finding out yourself.¡± As Yurei Kurayami starts to walk away, I firmly grasp her arm, halting her abruptly. With a fierce grip, I lock eyes with her, searching intently for any indication of her knowledge. I study her face, hoping to catch a glimpse of recognition or understanding, but no revelation presents itself to me. I decide to release her; as she departs, I conclude that there is a depth to her that surpasses her initial appearances.