Chapter 2 - Calm before the Sword

 … and that concludes the interview with the number one Pro Hero All Might! Next up, we move onto our reporter on the field…"

Shirou knew it, he saw the signs and drew the right conclusions, but that didn't mean he would be prepared for how different this world would be.

It explained why he had barely felt Gaia's presence.

City names have changed, minor geographical alterations, and to top it off the evolution of man as a species.

Quirks, a mutation that occurred within the human genome a few centuries ago, granting the ordinary citizen abilities that they could only dream of, and with it came to the rise of Heroes.

The only way to not ostracize quirk users would have to have been thanks to the early idealistic heroes, who gave the world a worthy first impression.

If the world's first renowned quirk users happened to be Villains, then this society would not have occurred.

That scorpion man from before… Sasori.

He was an example of a quirk user who went down the wrong path. While he did seem to be a tad bit noble in asking for his name, the reason for it is askew.

He definitely was panicking and rushed. He needed that woman's money but specifically for what?

Shirou decided to ignore that thought process for now and directed his thoughts to this newfound world. If Shirou was a lesser man he would have been overwhelmed, but…

After facing a self reviving demigod, a version of myself from the future, and a golden king… this much does not faze me

If only Rin could see where he was now, she probably would have laughed at the absurdity of it all.

Shirou stared at his palm. If he was going to strive for his dream in this world, he would need to somehow pass his magic off as a quirk, which sounded simple at first until he thought of all his magical abilities.

It's too diverse…

He could create swords, lances, and other weapons that existed within Unlimited Blade Works. He could reinforce objects to excel in its properties alongside his body to allow for minor super strength and agility.

But the most important thing of note would be…

Noble Phantasms…

The crystallization of the Heroic Legends recorded within the Throne of Heroes, overwhelming in power and versatile with his ability.

Much like Archer was admittedly.

A spear that would always hit the heart has no place in a world where lives came first. An arrow that could destroy mountains, too dangerous to utilize near civilians, also not to mention the excessive violence policy people seem to have in this world.

He could not simply claim that he had multiple quirks.

At his present bodily condition, however, he could not trace them properly. It honestly annoyed him, having unlocked his magic circuits thanks to Rin only to have it taken away.

He needed a way to reawaken his magical circuits, but with a world where magic may not exist… How could he?

In the first place, did he even want to stay in this world? Rin and Saber were probably still waiting for him to return from his fight with Gilgamesh.

But, in the first place, how could he return to his world?

With each passing thought, Shirou grew more frustrated at his bodily change. He knew for a fact that his reduction of age was nothing short of a miracle, and the only thing that could grant miracles was…

The Holy Grail

The mere thought of the object made him weary. It was the source of suffering for numerous people and also the reason why he was here in the first place.

But why did it make him younger?

All in all the grail confused him, but at the present moment, he needed to deal with the current situation on hand.

He had been arrested for vigilantism and excessive violence.

While it definitely makes sense that vigilantism would be illegal in a society rampant with Heroes, but excessive violence?

All he had done was simply stab the tail into the ground and opt for a swift takedown. While stabbing did seem to be overkill from an outside perspective, he had no choice.

It was either that or the woman would have died.

Could he claim self-defense? Actually now that he thought about it, the detective didn't really ask him about it.

Was he too flustered to ask?

In any case, he needed to-

"Get up kid," Aizawa said. entering the door. "You're leaving with Mount Lady. She will be the one tasked with keeping an eye on you."

Blunt and straight to the point, Shirou could respect that.

He nodded and followed Aizawa as he went outside.

Once he was standing in the hall, he recognized Mount Lady, who gave him a friendly wave, and Detective Tsukauchi, who gave him a slightly awkward smile.

Also…

Is that a dog?

While Shirou did know that quirks could heavily alter one's body, it was still a shock to see.

"Emiya Shirou, right?" the dog said. "My name is Tsuragamae Kenji, the chief of the Musutafu Police Force."

So the city he was in was called Musutafu…

"Due to the fact that you are a minor, we are letting you go, woof," Kenji said.

Woof?

"However since you have no readily available guardians, you will be kept on watch. To ensure that you do not wind up in such a situation again."

Shirou nodded but raised his hand. "I have a question."

"What is it, woof?"

"Why was I arrested for excessive violence?"

Kenji raised his brow. "You mean you didn't know?"

"Know what, sir?"

Kenji glanced at Tsukauchi, who was definitely whistling to himself in an attempt to not look suspicious.

Kenji sighed. "The Villain you dealt with from before came back with severe head trauma. His skull was fractured in a few areas and his jaw was broken, woof."

Shirou widened his eyes. How could that have happened? He had only just elbowed the…

Reinforcement

Shirou fought back the urge to face palm. While it was true he needed to reinforce his child like body to withstand a blow, he had forgotten that it also enhanced his body's natural strength.

He was not fighting a servant, a being who's ability was at least over ten times greater than an average human. He had fought a human, admittedly a human with an extra appendage, but a human ever the same.

It seemed that Kenji noticed his surprise. "So it was a mistake then, woof?" He muttered.

He rubbed his chin in thought before sighing. "It seems that we have made a minor mistake. While you will still be on probation with Mount Lady, it will be reduced to a single week instead of the original month we had in mind."

Shirou nodded slowly, he could deal with that. However, the problem afterward would be…

"Now, onto the topic of your guardianship." Kenji said. cutting off Shirou's thoughts. "Since you lack one we will have to assign you to an orphanage to be adopted once your probation period has ended."

Shirou frowned at that thought but ultimately nodded.

"Do you have any further questions?"

"Is the lady that I saved okay?" Shirou asked,

Kenji nodded. "She is fine, Junoichi Masai has been left unharmed and has been properly been compensated,"

"Compensated?"

"It was our fault that you ended up meeting that Villain. While we could have handled that situation better…" Kenji said glancing at Aizawa, who looked like he did not care. "… We could only provide her monetary compensation, as standard when Heroes are in the situation, woof. Anything else?"

"Is Sasori okay?" Shirou asked, surprising a few of them.

Aizawa gave a small intrigued smile. "Hmmm… You are worried for the well being of the villain that tried to kill you?"

"While he did try to kill me… I still injured him more so than I wished." Shirou said.

Kenji nodded. "He is undergoing emergency surgery but is expected to survive. Do not worry, you have not killed anyone, woof."

Shirou nodded, although could not help the cynical snicker that appeared in his mind.

I've already seen death…

This luckily went unnoticed as both Tsukauchi and Kenji were in a slight argument.

Actually, scratch that, Kenji seemed to be scolding Tsukauchi for not asking the questions and getting flustered.

To be fair, it wasn't his fault. Most people would lose their composure upon meeting a… thrice-orphaned child.

Shirou let out a minor sigh, which Mount Lady caught onto and moved to stand by him,

"Hello~" She greeted. "I forgot to tell you earlier, but my real name is Takeyama Yu,"

Shirou raised an eyebrow. "Is it alright for you to be saying what your real name is? Isn't that a secret?"

She laughed a bit. "If this were decades ago maybe, but secret identities aren't much of a thing nowadays."

Shirou nodded after berating himself. After all, the news channel did mention a few of the Heroes actual names.

Aizawa stepped up to Shirou, who could not help but be weary. "What is your quirk? Is it Sword Creation?"

Shirou frowned, the question had come.

Let's see which off my abilities I can pass off as my quirk…

"Yes, but I can make other bladed weapons as well," Shirou said.

Aizawa nodded,

"A dangerous quirk, but no more dangerous than Mount Lady's or All Might's." He said. "Yet you seem to be more experienced in the art of the sword…"

"I was trained," Shirou said.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes "By who?"

Shirou thought it over a bit and answered. "A cynical asshole."

Aizawa widened his eyes and gave a mirthful laugh.

"Well, someone's got a potty mouth," Yu mirthfully commented on, to which Shirou swiftly apologized. He just really didn't like a certain red-mantled archer.

"And where is this 'cynical asshole'?" Aizawa inquired.

Shirou recalled the moment when he was dragged into the grail. He should have been there alongside Archer and Gilgamesh, but they have remained yet to be seen.

"I don't know," he answered honestly.

"Hmm... as was expected," Aizawa nodded, seemingly unaffected. "Mount Lady, make sure he doesn't get into any trouble. I need to stop two 'professionals' from being a distraction."

Yu tapped Shirou's shoulder. "That's our queue to leave!"

She walked away from the trio of men alongside Shirou, who could not help but sigh at the slight childish behavior he was seeing from the adults.

Shirou could only confirm one thing from their exchange. If he used his magecraft to do anything other than trace legitimately normal swords with no extra unexplainable abilities…

… Trouble would inevitable.

It had been an hour after Shirou left alongside Mount Lady – or Takeyama Yu – she immediately stated that their first stop was to the hospital.

Since Shirou had no notable injuries, he originally questioned the notion.

But hearing the reason Yu gave him made him feel uneasy.

"We are going to check to see if you have any blood relatives in our database."

He knew that it was necessary, that it was what most people with authority and power would do, but he also knew that it was a fruitless endeavor.

However, the possibility did arise…

What if there was a match?

Such a thought made Shirou frown in unease as they sat in a hospital waiting room,

Yu mistook his unease for nervousness and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Admittedly he felt a tad bit at ease.

That ease was erased once Yu pinched his cheek, apparently gushing about how cute he looked.

The door of the waiting room opened, revealing a nurse. The nurse motioned for them to follow.

Steeling himself, Shirou followed alongside Yu.

He now sat in an office with a short and stubby doctor holding up a tiny syringe for children. "This may hurt a little," He said. his glorious mustache moving as he did.

Shirou nodded and without fear looked on as the syringe drew some blood.

"Aren't you a brave little man? Trying to impress Onee-chan?" Yu teased. "I suppose you would have to be if you jumped to save that woman."

While Shirou's eye did twitch at the Onee-chan comment, he did smile softly at what she said next. "I see."

"A little brave…" She droned on with a very minor frown on her face. " … and a little reckless too."

Still smiling softly, Shirou nodded.

"… I see…"

Once the blood had been taken, Yu and Shirou left the hospital to wait. The blood compatibility check would take almost a week for the computer terminal to check between his blood sample and the data of Japan's populace.

"Well, Shirou-kun~," Yu said. "Since we don't have anything else on our schedule for today… Do you want to do anything?"

Before Shirou could say anything a shout broke his thoughts.

"It's Mount Lady!"

"Wow, it's really her!"

Shirou turned to see numerous people waving at her, to which she happily returned.

"I'm sorry Shirou, we may need to go to a less… populated area to talk. Is that alright?"

Shirou nodded. "That is fine with me-"

"Nothing perverted though okay?~" Yu said as she began to walk down the street, to which Shirou followed irritated.

"So, where do you wanna go?" She said once they were on a relatively empty sidewalk. "Want some Ice cream? I'm sure kid's your age like that, right?"

She leaned closely and whispered. "Or maybe some certain magazines?"

Shirou frowned and shook his head. "No thanks, I just need somewhere to rest that's all."

Yu seemed to frown slightly. "Do you have no drive? Is Onee-chan not attractive enough?" She exclaimed dramatically.

Shirou remained silent, irritated.

"Well, if relaxation is what you want then I suppose we can rest at my place," She said after tapping her cheek in thought.

Soon they came up to a rather standard apartment complex. No doubt the place where Yu lives.

After riding an elevator and turning a few corners, they arrived within her apartment without much hassle.

It was standard, there was not much else to say about it. It had a sofa for relaxation, a table, some extra furniture, but nothing else out of the ordinary.

It felt like a place where one can relax after a hard day's work.

A home.

"If you want something to eat, there's some yogurt in the fridge," She said as she went into a random room.

Shirou nodded and took a seat on a couch and began to organize his thoughts.

He needed to unlock his magic circuits, but the possibility of awakening is slim. Perhaps meditation or something similar could achieve this effect?

Onto the matter of his life here, assuming he cannot return, of course, he would need a place to work in order to provide money for himself.

Wait, didn't they say he was going to be put into an orphanage? The mere thought of it brought a frown to his face. He would not throw away the Emiya name, doing so would be an insult to both he and Kiritsugu.

Speaking of his life here, he would need to get thoroughly used to his body. While he did have enough time to get used to actually walking, running and general movement, he did not have all his fighting skills.

During the fight with Sasori, he could have ended the fight much sooner if his reach was longer. He nearly over judged the distance of his stride when he elbowed him.

Shirou had a wince on his face upon remembering the injury he had afflicted upon the man.

It was something that should not have happened… but it did, and it happened because he was careless. He was still within the mind set of the Holy Grail war, where the participants are several times stronger than the average human.

He had thought of Sasori as an enemy Servant… and thus fought accordingly.

Where as he simply intended to knock him out, he instead caused severe harm. It was a mistake he would not make again.

"What a scary look you have on your face, boy," Yu teased from behind him. "You'll scare away some girls like that,"

Shirou lept slightly in surprise and turned to face Yu, without her face mask and instead wearing a mischievous smirk.

"What were you thinking about?"

Shirou frowned softly. "Just… about Sasori, the Villain I hurt,"

"It's true that you went overboard with him," Yu said. "However we can understand why you did it, just not how."

"What do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is that with your size a stature, it should be impossible to generate that kind of force to severely injure a man's skull, enough to fracture it actually."

Shirou bit his cheek and frowned. "I see…"

"While we wont ask questions about your quirk as those are mostly private, circumstances are another matter…" She said. "… but we can hold off on that for today, just relax and smell the roses! Don't think about whatever you were thinking of before."

She reached out and patted Shirou on the head. He felt a tad bit annoyed at the attempt of familiarity, but ultimately did not truly mind it.

It reminded him slightly of a certain tiger.

She drew back her hand and let out a yawn, looking out to the balcony where the sun began to set. "I suppose it's time we hit the hay. You can sleep in the guest room next to mine."

She walked away stretching her arm's out. "Make sure you get some rest okay~!"

Shirou smiled "Okay."

Perhaps she was right. Maybe he did need to slowdown and relax.

He was simply too used to fighting in the war. Not once did he relax during it, and not once did he just slowdown to 'smell the roses' as it were.

Shirou slowly entered the guest room to take in it's appearance.

Shirou smiled.

It was simple, that was for certain, and it had only a bed with two bedside tables on either side. The bed itself looked like it had been kept the same way for months.

The smile slowly faded away as he patted the blanker, allowing a layer of dust to jump up and cloud the room.

His eye twitched and his irritation grew.

… Definitely reminded him of a certain tiger…

Perhaps the couch would be a better alternative for tonight…

Takeyama Yu was a good Hero with many high expectations given to her.

She had a worthwhile debut, ignoring the fact that she technically stole the fame from another Hero. She had lots of friends, admittedly they stopped contacting each other once her Hero career began due to being busy and all.

She also had a nice place to live, granted the rent was somewhat high but with her Hero career she could afford it.

However she did not expect that her blankets would fly off her bed with an extremely irritated midget glaring at her first thing in the morning.

"S-Shirou?" She asked, still groggy as she looked at her bedside alarm clock

5:15 am!

She fought back the urge to groan and instead turned to Shirou. "Why did you wake Onee-chan up so early, Shirou-kun?"

Actually now that she took a look at him, he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, due to her forgetting to provide spare clothes.

Not that any of her clothes would fit him actually...

His eyes appeared sleep deprived, something that stunned her as the guest bedroom was still in pristine condition.

She left the guestroom untouched, so it meant that no dust could possibly get it!

She was promptly dragged out of bed, still in her pajamas, and shoved into the guest bedroom.

She took a glance around but could not see anything wrong, in fact despite the minor crumpling of the bed sheets, it was still untouched…

… That is until she saw Shirou slap a palm onto the guest bed to which an actual hailstorm of dust lept up into the air.

She instantly began coughing and left the room to see her sofa with a blanket lying on top of it.

Was that from her laundry?

Once she had cleared the demonic dust from her face, she stared at Shirou, who was glaring at her back with irritation on his face.

She laughed wearily. "My… bad?"

The irritation faded into mild exasperation as Shirou placed a palm on his head. "It's fine, just clean up your own house once in a while,"

She laughed embarrassed at being told off by a child nearly two thirds her age.

"I'll make it up to you later Shirou-kun, for now let's have breakfa-"

"Your fridge is empty, you have that yogurt from yesterday but that's it." Shirou interrupted.

A bit of sweat formed on her brow. "… Okay, why don't you go take a bath?"

"I don't have extra clothes, so I'll be wearing my still dirty clothes."

… Why did she feel like that Shirou was used to this?

" … Take out?" She suggested weakly, to which Shirou sighed and reluctantly nodded.

"Make sure to stock up on your groceries," He reminded as he walked towards the bathroom, leaving Yu alone in the living room.

A few moments passed by and Yu could literally feel her dignity dying.

At the present moment Shirou, alongside Yu, sat by a glass window in a fast food joint. Since it was morning, barely anyone had awoken, even the workers seemed to be lethargic.

Yu herself was wearing a normal form fitting track suit alongside reading glasses. She did not truly like dealing with fans early in the morning, even though her debut was only a few days ago.

Although she was not sure it actually hid her identity from the crowd, as some stares were being thrown there way.

On the other hand, Yu could practically feel Shirou's ill concealed distaste for the food that they ordered. He who chewed it annoyed but quickly.

Yu felt the sweat on her brow as she ate her burger at albeit a slower pace.

Since when did kids not like fast food?

"What are we doing for today?" Shirou asked after putting away the vile… thing, away from him.

He only ate it because it was the only thing he could have that would satisfy his stomach. Once the groceries would be bought, he would be making a wonderfully cooked healthy lunch that would make his taste buds orgasm in heaven.

Ah, the wonders of cooking.

As Yu swallowed the last piece of her burger, read as the spawn of food hell, and spoke. "Right now, since your blood test hasn't finished… It's all up to you actually, Shirou-kun."

Shirou nodded slowly and glanced out the window. "I don't know,"

Yu rose a brow. "Why?"

"Musutafu is a nice city, but truthfully I don't know my way around it," Shirou stated. "I would not know the interesting places here…"

So he's from out of town?

"That's true…" She agreed, but then took a look at his attire,

His torn and cut rags. She mentally corrected.

"Actually, maybe you need some new clothes." She stated, glaring at his torn up clothing. Now that she thought about it, maybe they were staring at Shirou's attire and not her?

Shirou glanced at his shirt once and nodded. "Maybe you're right…"

She quickly paid the bill and left alongside Shirou.

Luckily the fast food joint they entered was within a mall, so they could swiftly head to the nearest clothing store for kids.

As for how they got into the mall without security acknowledging his attire in the first place…Um… We are kind of in a hurry right now…" Takeyama Yu said as she sensually strode towards the police guard.

"That's hot! Go on ahead!"

Needless to say, Yu was sure Shirou lost quite a bit of respect for her right there. In her defense, she was tired, lethargic, and too lazy to deal with explanations for the cop.

Once they entered a clothing store called 'Soup', Yu turned to Shirou. "Go ahead and pick some clothes, Shirou-kun."

"Takeyama-san," Shirou said. "You do remember that I don't have any money right now,"

She waved a hand and held up her wallet. "Don't worry about it! Onee-chan has got money to spend!"

Shirou was about to make another argument but ultimately sighed, walking into the store and grabbing some clothes.

Yu followed and took a seat near the changing rooms.

Inwardly, Yu stared long and hard at the strange boy she had been hired to take care of. He was strangely odd for a kid. He dislikes fast food, obviously preferring the healthier alternative.

She was still confused about that.

It took only a few minutes for Shirou to complete his choice, but what he did pick was less than pleasing.

Yu wrinkled her nose in slight distaste. "Are you sure you just want those… things?"

Shirou nodded whilst staring at his pick. A form fitting sweater that was primarily white alongside blue sleeves that reached his wrists.

It was basically a sweater version of his normal attire.

In fact, he had several of them.

"… But they're so…" Yu said. "… Plain."

"It's comfortable," Shirou argued,

"What about that shirt over there?" Yu said. "It's got a smiley face on it?"

"I don't like the smile,"

"Why! It's Cheshire cat!" She exclaimed,

Shirou blinked. "Who?"

Yu stilled herself a few moments, narrowing her eyes in the process. "Alice in wonderland?"

"What's that?" He simply answered.

Yu frowned and then grabbed Shirou, directing his peripheral vision towards a shirt with a ball on it. "What about that?" She pointed out,

Shirou blinked and tried to understand the image he was looking at. "It's a red and white ball…?"

Dear lord, he doesn't even know what Pokemon is!

Yu's eyes were practically twitching by now.

Scratch what she thought earlier, this kid was not just strangely odd, he was clueless as hell.

Exasperated, Yu pointed to the changing room. "Just see if those fit and we'll go."

Shirou was a tad bit confused, but he nodded and moved on anyway.

Shirou was enjoying this world, to say the least. The people here were generally accepting of heroes, as he could see from the waving at patrolling heroes.

He enjoyed his time with Takeyama-san, she has been a rather hospitable host, despite the fact that her only guest room was a mess of lint and dust.

She was also rather kind, despite the teasing and her sexual innuendos.

Takeyama-san normally had Hero work at this time, but since he was her current job, she could not go out without bringing him along.

Her job was keeping him away from anything Villain related, her Hero work included.

So now they sat in the middle of a park, lost on what to do next.

To be fair it wasn't Yu's fault, it was simply that Shirou was not expressive. The only worldly desire he had was his desire to cook. However, Takeyama-san said that he needed some fresh air, and refused to go back to her apartment.

Suddenly Takeyama snapped her fingers with a panicked expression on her face. "Darn! I nearly forgot something!"

"What is it, Takeyama-san?" Shirou asked,

She turned to Shirou a forlorn expression on her face. "I was supposed to go to a gathering for new heroes! All Might was going to be there too…"

She genuinely looked sad,

Shirou nodded to himself after a few moments of deliberation. "You can go," He said

She stopped panicking and looked at him like he was stupid. "I can't leave you alone no matter what you know, Shirou-kun?"

"That is true…" Shirou said. "… But where you could take me was never restricted."

Yu blinked in surprise. "Now that you mention it they didn't… Wait, how do you know so many big words…?"

Shirou sighed. "I'm not a toddler, Takeyam-san."

"Oh, right. There's a difference…?" she muttered to herself before shrugging. Kids were kids in her eyes. "Eh, anyway. I guess it wouldn't be too weird. Technically, there would be no Villains in a meet and greet of newbie Heroes… I can bring you along!"

Suddenly Shirou was dragged into a hug. "Thanks, Shirou! You're smart aren't you?"

He was suffocating.

"Takeyama-san, I can't breath," He stated, although as calm as his voice was, it didn't hide the blush on his face. Curse his younger body's hormones and his reactions! These would fade once he got older, he knew it would.

Yu didn't seem to care and began skipping towards her apartment alongside Shirou to change. As Shirou followed her, he let out a small smile.

"… Definitely like Tiger…"

He hoped that no one heard him, however, that hope was crushed once he felt a shiver run down his spine alongside the roar of a certain tiger.

If he ever made his way back to his reality, Taiga would beat his sorry ass.

It stirred, from within the shadows it arose. Its form, shapeless, its body allowing specks of light to phase through it.

It had awoken from its long slumber, but where was it?

After it had followed the Grail's will to a separate plane, it lost the trail and fell across the void. It appeared to be within some kind of sewer as the humans call it.

It did not recall why it was here or why it's forms was how it was,

As the being moved through the darkness, it saw a young man, slowly dying from multiple stab wounds.

As the shadow stood above him, the man reached out in pain. "P-Please… W-Wait…" The human cried out…

…No, the inferior creature cried out.

It ignored it and simply walked by,

"W-Wait! I'll do anything!"

It stopped.

Anything?

It turned back to the human and stared.

Curiosity, fleeting interest, and pure stoicism.

It did not speak, it did not have a mouth for that function, but the intentions it had were conveyed directly into the human's mind.

"E-Everything! As long as I get my r-revenge!"

If It would smile, it would. The sheer negativity radiating from the human was intoxicating.

Glee, acceptance, and warning.

The man spat out blood and glared hard. "I don't care what you'll do to me, just let me get b-back at h-him!"

It stood above the man and dived into him.

The echoes of screams were not heard within the deep passages of the sewers.

It had a mission now… and It will fulfill it.

Quirk Law on Vigilantism

-Should the attack be classified as self-defense, vigilantism can be applied with a week of probation if no life-threatening injuries were made and a month of imprisonment if such injuries were found and confirmed to be inflicted by the Vigilante in question. If a Vigilante breaks the probation either through evasion or a repeat case of Vigilantism, the Vigilante is to be imprisoned for two month's time.

-Should the Vigilante in question be a minor, ages up to 14, then they can be excused from punishment is discussed with their guardian. All ages 15 and onward are subjected to adult treatment.

-Should the Vigilante in question be in possession of an ID for a Hero school, the punishment can be discussed between the lead detective/chief and the school's Principal.