Part 30

We were already approaching the next spot when two stragglers finally caught up with us. I, of course, noticed their absence, especially the conspicuous ones. There was no point in rushing them after us, just in case.

The next place was hard not to find as it was a huge... something, but it was made of metal and from the outside most likely looked like an engine. But I think such a thing would be hard to miss from the outside. As we were looking at it all, Sonia got closer to the thing. And like magic, a guy came out of the depths from somewhere.

"Ohhhh." - he said a little more excited than necessary. "Mistress Sonia!"

And then with almost human speed he came down from the thing and stood in front of Sonia in an amorous pose.

"Have you come to bring me a snack?" - he asked hopefully.

To which Sonja magically moved away from him with a sweet smile.

"Why?" - he didn't understand. "Does it smell like oil?"

"No, not oil." - Pulled back even farther.

"Э? Is that from me?" - he began to tremble with doom.

Moved even farther away. And also...

"Wait, it's from me?" - he said with tears in his eyes.

Realizing the pain of the situation and showing male understanding, I put my hand on his shoulder trying to support him.

"There are plenty more fish in the world." - I said the first thing that came to mind.

"She hasn't rejected me yet!" - he shouted with tears in his eyes, but quickly calmed down. "А? We don't know each other. You look familiar."

"I don't think so." - I said and really tried to remember him.

"No, you look a little familiar to me after all." - he muttered.

In the meantime, I watched Sonja walk back to the rest of the group, who were standing at a distance from us. Did it really smell bad in here? It's a good thing I stopped breathing as I approached here.

"My name is Yasuke Matsuda, and I am your class teacher. Please don't skip class next time." - An aura of fear and a cute smile.

"H-okay! Won't happen again!" - he said again, trembling, but this time with fear.

And strangely enough, it was only now that I was able to get a proper look at him. It was a guy of medium height, dressed in a blue jumpsuit with several tags and patches with white lines on the sleeves, just like his sneakers. There was a bolt taped at waist level with a carabiner. His hair was bright pink to shoulder level with a braid on the left side and his hair was styled much worse than mine, so I think he was covering it up with a black cap. Along with that he had bright pink and narrow eyes. And strangely sharp teeth, like a shark. Along with this punk style of his, he had earrings in his ears that looked like screws. Soda and here I don't remember the name anymore, but he was 'The Ultimate Mechanic.

"Let's all go to the next one." - I turned to the others as, Soda splashed on the colognes I'd brought with me. "It shouldn't be that far."

And that turned out to be true. The funny thing about this little walk was that Sonja kept between me and Soda because of him they ran over to different sides of me a couple of times. And to my surprise, the place we came to almost threw me off balance, as I was surprised that I hadn't seen this place when I came to the academy.

It was a place with artificial dark clouds that swirled toward the center, which was golden in color. On top of the building, which was painted dark and consisted of red windows, stood several columns. There was a faux-fog staircase leading up to the place, where there were campfires on either side every twenty steps. And I think the strangest thing was that there were two huge statues of menacing-looking hamsters on either side, one had bat wings and was holding a seed in his hands, and the other had angel wings. It felt like I had entered a fantasy world.

"Gandam Tanaka." - I said quietly, but didn't wait for an answer. I hoped he would answer and it would look cool. "...Gandam Tanaka!!!" - I couldn't help myself anymore and shouted.

At this out of nowhere several dozen bats flew out in our direction and started circling around us, scaring my students in the process, though I basically didn't even twitch.

"Hahahaah." - An evil laugh erupted from above. "A disgusting name that is forbidden to utter. Now my name is Tanaka Forbidden. The taboo king, served by four demons of destruction." - All this he said calmly and confidently. "Remember this well, for one day I will be the ruler of this world!"

He said all this, and a hologram of a purple pentagram appeared behind him. Which made me get a better look at him. He was a tall guy, dressed in a brown jacket and academy pants, and a black T-shirt underneath the jacket. His left sleeve was rolled up revealing a fully bandaged arm where you could see a pair of bells on top along with a knot from the bandages. He also had black boots with numerous straps. And all this was complemented by a purple long scarf.

His face was too pale to see the dark circles under his eyes. There was an oblique scar through his right eye, about the veracity of which I am not sure. He also had heterochromia, where one eye was red and the other was gray, and about that I doubted too. He also had dark hair with white strands across his temples and at the front of his hair, where a lock on the left side hung down to his chin. He also had gold-colored ball earrings. And... strangest of all, he had no eyebrows. Gandam Tanaka, "Ultimate Breeder," and he was one of those people I had a lot of respect for. He's really cool after all, even though he has eighth-grade syndrome.

"Ha... HaHa.... HaHahahahah." - I laughed cruelly, which threw him off a little and the others looked at me oddly, too. "Well try it. If you have the strength to go through me, you pathetic mortal creature who is only my apprentice! You think an apprentice can surpass his master?!!!?!?" - I shouted to him and... I didn't even play along, I just communicated with him in his language.

"Hmmm..." - he smirked and began to descend. "I am ready to defy your wretched tyranny and stand in charge of this world."

Already fully descended he stood before me. Holding out his hand for a handshake and receiving the same in return, we shook hands firmly.

"Yasuke Matsuda. Your class teacher." - I introduced myself and charged a bigger aura of fear at him. "Please don't skip class next time."

To which, however, he didn't even twitch and only smiled at me with a defiant smile.

With that company we went to one of the buildings that was on the grounds of the academy, which I felt was for some reason a certain distance from the others. And judging by the devilish sounds I heard from the doodah, I can see why.

[Turn off hearing?]

[-Yes-/No]

Once inside, we saw a shocking scene. A girl in a dark room was playing a rock guitar with a homemade flamethrower attached to it, a jet of flame shooting out from it every now and then, this girl was also actively strumming and opening her mouth, by my poor lip-reading skills I could tell that she was not speaking words, but just making sounds. And judging by my students who stood in place, the most painful reactions were Mikan who seemed to die on the spot, Nekomaru with Fuyuhiko covering his ears in agony, Ginger and Petite having strained smiles on their faces, Sonia looking away with an expressionless smile and even Gandam standing there in pain with foam coming out of his mouth, not much saved by the 8th grader syndrome. Akane, that's Akane and other than the meat this girl set on fire, she didn't notice anything.

Here the girl changed her pose and began to play the strings with her mouth or teeth, never wondered how it happens, and then began to crack her head and toward the end she charged the flamethrower and sent a long stream of flame to the barbecue that stood before her on the grill, and then finished by standing in a cool pose with her eyes closed.

"Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap." - I began to applaud her to the strange stares of the others, while bringing my hearing back.

"What." - She finally noticed us. "Since when do I have listeners? But it seems one of you has just great taste!" - she said, pointing her finger at me.

"What are you doing?" - Soda seemed to be the only one not affected by this.

"No Music!!!" - she said, pointing her thumb at us.

"But yes, to class." - I said calmly, watching her face with the tip of her tongue stuck out. "I'm your class teacher, please don't skip class next time."

"Anything for my loyal fans!" - she put her guitar down and jumped off the stage.

Which allowed me to finally get a better look at her. She was a girl of medium height, dressed in a white shirt with a pink tie with stripes that formed a cross, a black skirt that ended at hip level and had a chain tied around it. On her left hand was a studded gold bracelet with several rings, and on her right was a voluminous purple bracelet. On her feet she wore knee socks that squeezed her thighs together a little, you have to ask ------ to do something like that, on the left leg you could see a tattoo or stitch pattern on the side. On her feet were white sneakers with blue and pink laces.

Her face was pale in color, which made the black outline stand out strongly around her black and pink eyes. Both of her ears had earrings in the shape of studs around her ear, and she had three punctures with iron flecks under her left lip. Her hair was dark in color, which on her head was twisted into two horns that were half dyed white, as in some other places, her bangs consisted of pink and blue which was also dyed two back strands. Ibuki Mioda, "The Ultimate Musician"... at least that's what the academy is thinking.

"So, let's move on." - I turned to everyone as I looked them over. "And Nekomaru. Get Teruteru, I don't think he's going to wake up for a while."

On the way to the next place, which is supposed to be a dojo with someone familiar to me, Ibuki managed to show me her cheerful nature and told me just about everything as her loyal fan. Damn...she's so glad she got a pat on the back. I promise myself that next time I'll be sure to listen.

After reaching the right building, we went inside. When we opened the shoji, we were led away as there was a girl sitting on her knees in front of other shoji that had bright light coming out of it, and which most likely led to the street, and a bokken lying next to her. Quietly walking over to her, even though I knew I shouldn't have done that, I noticed Fuyuhiko try to jerk in our direction.

Suddenly the girl sensed something and in almost an instant she managed to turn around and lift the bokken off the ground and start striking, I knew she wouldn't hit, but if I let her make the attack all the way, it would show my weakness to my opponent in sword fighting as a kid. So about ten centimeters from where she wanted to stop the blow, I stuck my hand out to catch it in my palm.

[- 2225 HP]

Despite all the airflow that caused all my clothes to start developing in place of my hair, my hand didn't even twitch, and there wasn't an ounce of emotion on my face.

"Peko Pekoyama." - I began to say in a stern voice. "Not only do you miss class, but you want to punch your sensei?"

"Forgive me." - She said quietly in a stern voice. "I've completely lost my sense of time."

"It's wonderful to develop your talent." - I began, and showing her my wicked smile. "But that's no reason to skip class. So you'll be cleaning class after class for the next two weeks with Fuyuhiko."

"Haaah." - she let out a slight sigh realizing where she was going. "Okay."

"Wait Yasuke, as I know..." - Fuyuhiko didn't have time to finish his sentence before meat was shoved in his mouth.

"Calm down and have some meat!" - With a happy smile, Ibuki continued shoving meat into his mouth.

"G-hot..." - he muttered to himself.

"Good!" - I said, getting into a cool pose. "Four to go, and I'll show you the true power of youth and friendship."

"Are we still doing this?" - The redhead continued to pounce on me.

"I don't want to take another step." - The little one began to cry, leaning on the redhead while banging her fists in the air.

"My door of sexuality is always open..." - Teruteru began to approach them, causing the redhead and the petite to jump away from him in shock and Sonia to stare at him in incomprehension.

However. I used the bokken I'd taken from Peko to send him back to the dream world... and I used it to make a new door in the wall.

"Haaah." - I exhaled, hoping he understood what he was getting for.

"The pain is delightful!" - He didn't pass out, though, and his voice echoed from under the rubble.

"And yes Fuyuhiko..." - I pointed the tip of my bokken at his face. "I thought you called me Yasuke."

"Well, yeah!" - he said, raising his hands. "I thought you said I could address you as Yasuke."

"Yeah." - I didn't deny it. "But not to you." - At this he only clenched his fists and his teeth to keep from saying or doing anything unnecessary. At this point I pointed the tip of my bokken at Peko. "And you, too, should only address me as Matsuda-sensei. I don't like both of you."

To this I got only a nod from her. Throwing her back her bokken, we went outside and told her that we would wait for Peko there until she changed. At the same time, we were thinking about where to look for the students who were watching.

It didn't take long for Peko to come out. She was dressed in her school uniform, but without her jacket. Which allowed me to see that she had changed from the little girl I had met into a pretty good woman. She wore black tights and white shoes on her feet. The same red eyes, hidden behind the frame of her glasses, and pale skin, in her gray hair, which was tied in pigtails you could see a black ribbon.

And then the trouble begins, for I did not know where the others might be. If Nagito would meet most likely on the way if you take his luck into account. Chiaki even surprised me I thought she was just an artificial intelligence and not a real person, but if you think about it, it's understandable. Since there are sixteen people in each class and Hajime was an extra in their class and as I recently found out, the sixteenth person was Ryota Mitarai, who isn't even mentioned in the game so I don't know what to expect from him. And the last person was the "Ultimate Impostor" and I understand that he pretended to be Byakuya in the game and seems like he's not a bad person, but I also don't know what to expect from him, especially not from such a non-permanent person.

So, I decided to walk around the outside of the academy, of course, taking the rest of the students to search, since Nagito was most likely walking around somewhere since he couldn't develop his talent as much as the others.

"When he gets involved, nothing good ever happens." - Soda said as he sat down next to us on the railing.

At the same moment I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him to the ground so that he got hit hard, because at that moment Truck-kun tried to do his job and take my student, driving up the railing and nearly killing us all in the process, but it seemed that besides the fear all my students got, it ended well, and I think I know the place where another student is.

We headed after the truck, making Nekomaru drag it again, but this time Soda. Coming instead of where the truck had stopped... well how did it stop, it just dropped the front of the cab onto the soda vending machine and right now was in an upright position, which looks a little unrealistic. But if you look closely at the man who was standing in front of the vending machine, it makes perfect sense. Even though there were piles of dust around him from the fallen truck, but I already knew who it was.

The machine then gave a pitiful beep and dozens of soda cans fell out of it.

"Oooh!" - he marveled. "After all, I really got lucky."

He then bent down to pick up the can. And here I was with a spectacular appearance. Standing in front of him just before his hand touched the jar, he stopped his action and looked up to look at me, his eyes full of shock and some strange recognition.

"You..." - he muttered, not knowing what else to say.

"Yasuke Matsuda. Your class teacher." - I then bent down and handed him the jar in my outstretched hand. "Please don't skip class next time."

"Yes." - he said in disbelief while looking at the jar and at me.

This made him stand to his full height, which made me get a good look at him. It was a guy my height. He was a little thinner than he should have been with pale skin and white disheveled hair that was about my length. He also had gray-green eyes that were still wondering. He wore the original academy school uniform, and only the red and green striped sweatshirt was not included in the uniform.

To help him pick up all the cans while making him carry them all on his back, we most of the class headed back to class, as some of the students looked overly tired from this walk and needed some rest. It took about another twenty minutes to get back to class and that's when everyone was seated.

"Ahaha." - Nagito laughed lightly while regaining his composure. "You wanted to meet a scum like me? What a wonderful teacher you are."

"You're not scum." - I encouraged him. "You're all scum. Don't forget Fuyuhiko and Peko... and a few others. You're several times better than them."

"YOU ~~~~~," again Fuyuhiko didn't dare say anything, and Peko was silent.

"Okay." - I interrupted his curses while walking over to the window to look out of it and leaning my arm on the window sill while putting down the folder I took from the table and putting it next to it... "There are only three left. So get up and stop sitting on your buns."

"I'm tired!!!" - the little one began to whine. "My legs are broken!"

"Broken?" - flew right up to the petite Mikan to find the wounds. "Are you all, right?"

"Back off scum!" - replied the little one immediately with a darkened face that made Mikan almost cry again.

"That's so rude." - she almost cried.

"Haa." - I exhaled while looking at my hand, which was covered in dust. "I'll go get the rest of the students while you clean up the study."

"What?" - Soda, who was slightly bandaged, immediately began to resent me. "It's too excruciating."

"All right, then." - I said, walking over to Fuyuhiko laying his head on his arm. "Then the man in charge of cleaning up with Peko will take care of it, of course."

With that, I began to walk away toward the door while trying not to laugh at the dusty trail in Fuyuhiko hair, who was clearly seething with anger and was on his last gasp to kill me.

"Well..." - I was already at the door and about to leave. "Unless, of course, you let your classmates clean up your shared responsibility alone. After all, a class can't do that." - An aura of fear. "Especially one made up of friends. Am I right?"

The entire class nodded vigorously.

"And as extra motivation." - I said to the doom of the others. "If I find a single speck of dust on my return, I'll give you all a few hours of physical training, because I don't like your training very much. I'm counting on you."

After that, I walked out of class with a clear conscience.

(In class.)

"How scary and strict he is..." - Soda complained about his new teacher.

"So also, a man who doesn't have a shred of responsibility." - Mahiru added.

"That's youth from now on!" - With stars in her eyes and fireworks all around, Sonja said.

"YES!!!" - Soda immediately agreed with her.

"Also, damn strong!" - Akane added.

"With an inhuman reaction. Not every man can block Pekoyama punch and get a man out from under the truck in time." - Nekomaru added.

"You don't even know how dangerous he is." - Fuyuhiko added simply while shaking off his hair with fury.

"А? Do you know him Fuyuhiko-chan?" - Noticed Ibuki interesting moment.

"Haaah." - Fuyuhiko exhaled dolefully. "Since junior high. And don't think anything bad about him, he's surprisingly nice, really, when he's not trying to show what he's become my teacher."

"Wait." - Stopped Soda. "'Since junior high? Was he your teacher there, too, or was he in high school?"

"Or maybe he stayed there for a few years?" - Mahiru speculated.

"No... It's just that he had already graduated." - Fuyuhiko said with a cheeky smile. "But I think he'll talk about it himself. He'll be able to say a few cool phrases anyway. Let's get out of here."

"Hahahaha!" - came a rude laugh. "Let's clean up this desecrated Gehenna!" - said Gandam, who from somewhere pulled out four hamsters with little mops.

"I guess we have no choice." - Fuyuhiko said and reached for the cleaning tools. "Let's finish quickly."

(Back to Yasuke.)

After standing at the door for a while and listening to what they were saying, I pulled out my phone. After searching the academy databases for places where the remaining students might be, I decided to go to the old student dormitory, where Ryota room should be.

As I walked this little distance, I began to think about how today had gone. As far as I'm concerned, I don't think it was too bad and I hope I looked at least a little bit cool and got at least a little bit of respect in the eyes of this class or at least a little bit of fear for me would be nice too. Also, as far as I was concerned, I was too open with them, but...but I guess there was a simple explanation for that. I know them. They may be seeing me for the first time, but I already know all of them from the game. So, I just can't see them as strangers.

When my thoughts ran out, I calmly walked to the place I needed to go to with an empty head and no thinking. Without wasting much time, I was already in front of the dormitory, and without standing outside for long I went inside and started looking at the signs that had the names of the students written on them. Finding a room labeled Ryota Mitarai, I knocked on the door.

"Hey." - I addressed the sounds from behind the door.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" - came a voice from behind the door. "I'll be done in ten. No. Five or six pages!"

"No apologies. Get out now." - I said and heard hurried footsteps toward the window.

"I have no more ideas." - said the guy and opened the window to jump out of it, but... "Weren't you standing by the front door? What?"

"I'm Yasuke Matsuda, your class teacher. Please don't skip class next time." - I addressed him with a strange sense of incongruity.

He was a guy of short stature and rather chubby build. He was dressed in an academy uniform except for a green tie with a red pattern. He had blond-blond hair, brown eyes, and pink chubby cheeks.

And I wanted to call him Ryota, but... there was something strange about him. He started to sweat a lot under my gaze and tried to run back into the apartment, but I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him outside to put him in front of me, which made him even more anxious. He looked like Ryota Mitarai, except for some unnaturalness, my flair, and the fact that there's an Ultimate Impostor in my class.

"You're not Ryota Mitarai, are you? Yes?" - I asked the question and as if by magic I immediately saw another person in front of me.

"No! What? It's me Ryota! How can I not be Ryota?" - He immediately started making excuses, which gave him away. You could see he was confused.

"You are not Ryota Mitarai. Since you are an Ultimate Impostor." - I immediately concluded, and what's funny is that Ultimate Impostor was his real name, since no one knew his real name, if there was one. "Where's the real Ryota? You're going to class, too, by the way."

"He..." - he hesitated, and it was obvious he was confused. Even I had a hard time figuring out that he wasn't real. The kind of feeling that his ability refers to the supernatural. And the fact that I could recognize it blew his mind. "He's in the next room."

Walking to the entrance of the dorms again, but this time I had Ultimate Impostor with me, who I dragged by the leg as he was about to run away and still wants to do so. As I approached the right room, I knocked on it.

"Ryota." - I called out to him and waited. "Ryota!" - without waiting for an answer after a minute, I repeated again.

After waiting another minute, I didn't wait any longer and leaned over to open the lock. Well, how do I open it... elegantly break it. Which took about fifteen seconds, we walked into the room to see an ordinary room, only overly dark with overly-grid windows.

To one of the walls of the room was leaned a computer table, on which stood several monitors, and there was a drawing pad in front of which sat a man. He was not much different from the Ultimate Impostor, except, of course, that Ryota himself was painfully thin and had pale skin, which was clearly due to fatigue. Another small difference was that Ryota had no rosy cheeks, and he looked much sicker with bags under his eyes and a slouch.

Quietly walking up to him from behind while putting an aura of fear on Ultimate Impostor, I looked over Ryota shoulder to see a moment from an anime I didn't know the name of. Maybe I should watch the anime in this world. In the past I loved to look it over, but this time I didn't have the time, and of course I live in anime myself. I came out of my thoughts and tapped Ryota on the shoulder, which made him flinch and look at me with fear.

"Ryota Mitarai." - I confirmed without waiting for him to answer. "I am your class teacher, Yasuke Matsuda. Please don't skip class next time."

"Y. Y-yes." - he hesitated. "O-okay."

"Well, let's go then." - I said with feigned enthusiasm.

"W-where?" - he didn't understand.

"To class." - I think I almost toppled him with that statement.

"B-b-but." - he tried to justify himself. "W-Wait a minute! How did you even know I was here?"

"He ratted you out." - I pointed my finger at the Ultimate Impostor. "And I already ratted him out."

I gave them time to look at each other during which time the Ultimate Impostor showed his powerlessness to me.

"All right!" - I said when I saw that their conversation was over. "Now let's go." - I said and lifted him by the arm.

"W-W-Wait a minute." - he tried to pry his frail hand from mine. "I-I can't."

"And why not?" - I asked as if I was wondering.

"I-I-I'm on deadline right now!" - he began to make excuses. "I'm on a deadline and if I don't finish in time, the new episode won't come out on time!"

"Yeah? Okay." - I said to which Ryota exhaled in relief. "But do you really think that anime is more important than Your Class? Your FRIENDS! NO, it isn't. So, you're going to class today. It's literally for an hour, and then if you fall behind again, you'll just text me. But that won't be an excuse for all days. That's, by the way."

Already finished I was when, with Ryota thrown on my shoulder and Ultimate Impostor taken by the leg, they started to leave the room.

"И..." - I hesitated. "Then fix the lock, because I had to break it to get in to see you."

"Haaah." - At that, he only sighed, already resigned to his situation, when he realized that his kicking had no effect on me.

"And go to the infirmary tonight, because you don't look your best and you've probably fallen unconscious a few times already." - I added more business to him. "Or better yet, I'll take you there in person, because I don't think you're going to go there yourself."

And finally, there was only one person left. Who I was able to quickly locate thanks to the cameras I had tapped into. And, to my surprise, she was walking toward my favorite spot, namely the fountain. And if I sped up, I could intercept her halfway and head for the academy. I accelerated and ran to intercept her, ignoring the screams of Ryota, who was still on my shoulder, and the screams of the Ultimate Impostor, who I was still dragging by the leg.

And in five minutes I was in the right place, and the person I wanted was in front of me. It was a girl of short stature with short and slightly frizzy light pink hair with short straight bangs. On her left side you could see a hairpin in the shape of a Galaga spaceship. She was wearing an unbuttoned dark green hoodie with a light gray stripe on the bottom, and there was a hood with ears and two stripes that I could see from the side. Underneath she wore a white blouse with a pink ribbon, and a beige skirt. On her feet she wore black socks that unfortunately didn't have cat ears on them and pale pink shoes with white soles. You could also see a pink backpack in the shape of a cat on her back. Cute, what can I say.

Her pale pink eyes were turned downward with relaxed fascination at the console she was holding. Chiaki Nanami, or "Ultimate Gamer."

Standing in front of her, I began to expect some sort of response from her, but apparently the console, from which familiar sounds were heard, was too interesting to pay attention to what was going on in the outside world, so she crashed into my shoulder as she walked straight into my face. From a normal person you would expect that she would immediately jump away, but this girl continued to play, not paying attention to the fact that she literally laid down on someone.

Finally realizing that something was clearly wrong she took her face away from my shoulder while breathing in, which hinted that she was holding her breath and a faint blush on her cheeks as if to prove it. She then began to examine me and the position we were in while professionally missing the fact that I was carrying someone. After taking a few more seconds to realize the situation, she apologized and just slid off me and moved on.

Before she could get even a meter away from me, I grabbed her shoulder.

"How on earth are you still alive with such attentiveness?" - I asked myself. "You've never had a problem."

"No." - She turned her attention to me for just a second and then went back to the game.

"I certainly understand that Gala Omega is an interesting game." - I faintly remembered the name of a game I had played in a previous life. It was a game where you control a spaceship that continuously shoots and flies forward. Not a bad game to pass the time. At my plea, she stood still, finally paying me some attention. "But you shouldn't forget about your personal life, either. Why not go out with friends or to class, for example."

"You know her?" - Again, she seemed to let my words slip through her ears and only paid attention to what she needed. "It's such an old game!"

"Yeah. But..." - I tried to change the subject.

"It's a classic! Don't you think so? It's a real classic, right?" - she burst into enthusiasm and tried to get close to my face by standing on her toes and leaning on me, which didn't work out so well.

"I passed her once or twice." - I realized that until we were done with this topic, we couldn't switch to another and it didn't matter that those couple of times had been passed in the bathroom.

"Really?!?!" - she leaned on me even harder and it felt like she was holding on only to me.

"Yeah." - I tried to act natural.

"Ten times is my limit..." - she said and completely justified her Ultimate.

"That's impressive. Maybe even too much..." - I admitted. In a past life, I loved playing games too, there you could become anything you wanted and do anything you wanted. But now it happens for me in reality, so I didn't touch the games alone.

"But I've never met anyone else besides me who could play as well." - A slight blush with a smile was visible on her face. "Hey show me sometime! Promise?"

"I don't think you'll like it." - I patted her on the head, which made her even more embarrassed, but she still looked me in the eye with determination. "And I haven't introduced myself, by the way. I'm Yasuke Matsuda, your homeroom teacher. Please don't skip class last time."

"А? Well..." - she hesitated. "But only if you show me how you play."

"Okay. I'll throw a little get-to-know-you party tomorrow, and I'll show her there." - I announced my plans to her.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow." - She confirmed and walked off somewhere along the way, to which I stopped her again.

"Don't miss today's class either." - I nodded, and again she plunged into the game.

Exhaling doomfully, I set Ryota on the ground.

"Try to escape and I'll cut your legs off." - I intimidated him. "And I know where you live, and I also know that the lock on your door is broken."

"O-okay." - he nodded vigorously.

Wrapping a rope around Ultimate Impostor, since I wasn't sure if he would run away and change his identity that I could find him, and wrapping this rope around my arm I took Chiaki princess-style in my arms, and we walked toward the classroom. With that, Chiaki laid her head on my chest and was still playing some new game that I definitely hadn't heard anything about. Of course, I remembered to look around to see if Ryota had run away.