Class Introductions

I arrived at the Gymnasium with Rantaro and Gundham, and saw a number of other students, all dressed in drastically different ways. They all appeared to be waiting for something, or someone, standing in a semi-circle facing the entrance.

Looking around the room, the gym had dark grey bleachers, and grey lines along the basketball court. The center had a black and white raccoon's face, with a grey mask across the eyes. One eye was black and beady, and the other eye was red, long and jagged. It actually reminded me of the stuffed animal thing I saw in the basement window.

Suddenly, over the scoreboard, an animal-like figure appeared on the scoreboard, looking very much like what I saw earlier, except this one started speaking, with a medium-low, almost growling voice.

"Good morning, students! This is Monorakun, your headmaster. I'm having some technical difficulties with your Electronic Handbooks, or E-Handbooks for short, so go ahead and introduce yourselves while I try to work these bugs out. I'll be with you shortly!"

Before anyone else could speak, a tall, muscularly ripped man with black hair stood up. He had on a white tank top under a black jacket, as well as blue tracksuit pants and a unique-looking pair of sandals. He also had a long chain wrapped loosely around his neck, with a whistle hanging from his neck as well. He stood up and nearly bellowed his introduction.

"I AM NEKOMARU NIDAI! The Ultimate Team Manager! I'll get us all whipped up into shape to face whatever challenges lie ahead!" He then took a few steps back, allowing anyone else to speak.

Another guy, this one much shorter, stepped up next. He looked like your stereotypical chef, with a white shirt and chef's hat, but a red apron, and dark pants. He had brown hair that seemed to stick way out, but to the left. He spoke next.

"My name is Teruteru Hanamura. I'm known as the Ultimate Cook, but if it's alright, I'd prefer it if you call me the Ultimate Chef instead. It sounds more...professional, am I right?"

"Name's Mondo Owada. Ultimate Biker. Nice to fuckin' meetcha." Mondo was an imposing figure; tall, broad-shouldered, with a long black coat nearly touching his ankles. There was gold Japanese writing on his coat, but I could not read it from my angle. He also had a white muscle shirt on, with black baggy pants and white shoes. Like Teruteru, Mondo also had a pompadour, but his stuck straight out, like a brown upside-down tusk.

By contrast, the next guy to step up was pretty short, but was dressed very sharp. Two-piece dark pinstriped suit, white shoes with a small heel to them, and a tie. He was kinda cute, in a "baby face" sort of way, with dark blonde hair with a pattern shaved into the sides. However, his golden eyes looked angry, as if he was pissed off at the world.

"Name's Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Ultimate Yakuza. Just so we're all clear, I don't plan to act friendly and shit with you guys, so don't waste your time talking to me."

Wow...Fuyuhiko looked sharp and cute, but his personality kinda sucked. If that was how he truly was, I had no problems not talking to him, at all.

Next for introductions was the guy I woke up in the same classroom with. He walked up, laughed at all of us, and declared, "I am the great and powerful Gundham Tanaka, Supreme Overlord of Ice! Ultimate Breeder, and harbinger of the Four Dark Devas of Destruction!"

Fuyuhiko sneered. "So, in other words, you're a dumbass. Next!"

Gundham paid no attention to Fuyuhiko, and in fact, did not give the impression that he even heard him.

The next person to introduce themselves was a...boy? Small-chested girl? It was hard to tell, with the face mask covering their lower face. They were wearing a dark green military-style uniform, with darker green knee-high boots. They had very long greenish-black hair, about waist-length, and had green eyes. Their hands were all bandaged up, too, like they had partaken in a mummification ritual.

"I'm sure you're all wondering, 'Who is this person who stands before me?' Allow me to make that clear first. My name is Korekiyo Shinguji, and I am referred to as the Ultimate Anthropologist. I study humanity in all of its forms, past and present, and admire the beauty, and sometimes cruelty, of it all."

Fuyuhiko spoke up again. "So the last one was a dumbass, and you're a weirdo AND a dumbass. Got it. Next!"

The green-haired guy I woke up earlier, Rantaro, spoke next. He wore a dark blue sweater with a helmsman's wheel on the left bottom of it. He also wore baggy, light-brown pants, and navy-blue sneakers. Rantaro also wore several nice pieces of jewelry, including a necklace with a rectangular crystal pendulum hanging at the end of it, a silver bracelet on his right wrist, and a dark brown bracelet on his left wrist that wrapped around his wrist a few times.

"My name's Rantaro Amami. I'm the Ultimate Adventurer. Nice to meet you all."

For once, Fuyuhiko decided to keep his mouth shut. Maybe he got tired of insulting people.

A redheaded girl with a camera around her neck introduced herself next. "I'm Mahiru Koizumi, the Ultimate Photographer! And with all this bickering..." She glared at Fuyuhiko, "I can tell it's not going to be easy for us all to get along."

Mahiru had a white collared shirt on, underneath an olive green jumper with a short, pleated skirt, and darker green knee-high socks. Her red hair was bobbed, and she had green eyes as well.

Fuyuhiko's eyes grew wide upon seeing Mahiru, and not with surprise, but with rage. "The fuck are you doing here, you bitch?! You helped cover up my sister's murder!"

He started to approach her angrily, but a hulk of a woman stood between them. Long white hair, muscles on top of muscles, white arm and leg wraps going to her elbows and knees. She was also wearing a white seifuku school outfit with a red cloth tied around it, looking almost like a tie, and a black pleated skirt.

"That is enough, both of you." Her voice was surprisingly deep, and even Fuyuhiko took a step back, though still angry as ever. "This infighting is getting us nowhere. Let us continue with the introductions, and worry about past events at a later time."

Mahiru nodded, and the muscle-bound woman continued. "With that said, I am Sakura Ogami, the Ultimate Martial Artist. There are some that claim a woman is incapable of becoming the strongest human alive. My life's mission is to prove them all wrong."

Nekomaru walked up quickly to Sakura, clapping. "Sakura! I was wondering when you'd introduce yourself. It's been a while since we trained together in the mountains! If you wish, I can assist with your training, even here!"

Sakura nodded, her arms crossed in front of her. "I would be grateful, Nekomaru. I would gladly train with you."

A high-pitched voice spoke up. "Will you two ogres get out of my way? I'm trying to introduce myself here!"

The two walked off to the side without a word, leaving a very petite girl in an orange kimono in my line of sight. She had two large, blonde twintails, going past her shoulders, with two smaller tufts of hair curling away from her cheeks. She had on a yellow sash around her kimono, and sandals on.

"I'm Hiyoko Saionji, the Ultimate Traditional Dancer. You better not say we're all gonna be friends or something stupid like that."

Fuyuhiko's eyes flashed upon seeing Hiyoko and hearing her voice.

"You're...here...too?! Another bitch who helped cover up my sister's murder?!"

Hiyoko shot back, "Shut up, Boss Baby! A nasty midget like you doesn't deserve to speak! Go flush yourself down the toilet or something!"

Fuyuhiko started to approach Hiyoko, but another girl jumped in his way, taking up a defensive fighting stance.

"Get back, degenerate male!" She shouted at Fuyuhiko. This girl was athletic-looking, though not nearly as much as Sakura, wearing a blue seifuku with a white bow tie on the chest, paired with a short, two-tiered, pleated skirt. She also wore knee-high white socks and sandals. Her pale greenish-grey hair was tied up in the back with a four-pointed green bow, and her long hair was put up into two twintail chains, each side with three links. Her green eyes were piercing right through Fuyuhiko, who was glaring right back at her with his own golden eyes.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, trying to tell me what to do, you little bitch?!" Fuyuhiko fired back.

"I am Tenko Chabashira, the Ultimate Neo-Aikido Master! Try anything on me, or any of the girls here, and I'll throw your degenerate ass across this room!" Part of me wanted to see Tenko do just that, as Fuyuhiko was getting my attention, and NOT in a good way.

Sakura spoke up again, standing between the two of them, speaking in a loud, but steady tone. "Enough, both of you! It is hard to do these introductions with all of this bickering amongst ourselves. Let us all finish introducing ourselves, then we can address these issues later."

I decided it should be my turn next. I straightened my shoulders, lifted my chin slightly, and spoke. "I am Shishano Kantoku, the Ultimate Mortician. My family has been in the mortuary business for centuries, and has studied every funereal rite known to man." I curtsied, then stepped back to let someone else speak.

A girl, dressed in a purple blazer jacket and a black, short skirt, with black, heeled knee-high boots, spoke up next. She had long, lavender hair with a single braid along the left side, and also had black gloves on both hands.

She spoke simply, to-the-point. "Kyoko Kirigiri. Ultimate Detective." That seemed to be all she was interested in saying. She struck me as an "Ice Queen" type, but not in a rude way.

The next student to speak looked...almost too young to even be here. He was VERY short, with big black eyes, a black hat with two tall spikes on either side (almost like cat ears, but taller). He wore a leather jacket, reminding me of a 50s movie, and black and blue striped pants. He also had what appeared to be a candy cigarette in his mouth. He spoke in a surprisingly deep voice, too.

"Ryoma Hoshi, the man called the Ultimate Tennis Pro. I'm little more than a shell of my former self, yet here I stand before you."

A redhead girl was the next to introduce herself. She was very petite, with red hair under a large witch's hat, a black blazer, a red, pleated bubble skirt, opaque brown tights, and unusual brown boots.

"Come one, come all! Prepare to be amazed by my magic! I am Himiko Yumeno, the Ultimate Mage! But, for some reason, I seem to officially be called the Ultimate Magician. Nyeh..."

Gundham's ears seem to perk up at the word "magic". "Ah, a practitioner of the magic arts, you say? What kind of magic skills do you claim?"

"Nyeh...I could show you, but my MP is too low right now," Himiko responded, to Gundham's amusement.

The last person to speak was a girl, wearing a purple seifuku with a long, purple, pleated skirt going past her knees. Her dark purple hair was braided on either side of her head, and she wore wide, round, thin-rimmed glasses.

"N-Not that you'll remember my name anyway, but... I'm T-Toko... Toko Fukawa. I-I'm the Ultim-mate Writing P-Prodigy. N-Not that any of y-y-you care who I am."

Before I could ask her why we wouldn't care who she was, the robotic raccoon appeared again on the scoreboard. "Alright, I was able to partially get the chat function fixed for you all. The Private Chat function still isn't working right, so I've disabled it, but the Group Chat function is fully operational! Now, let me introduce myself, and hand you all your E-Handbooks, so you can learn the rules of this school!"

As it turned out, this was NOT going to be a pleasant school experience for me, or any of us.