Chapter 3

Written by: BurgernoTomatoes, our Lord and Saviour

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Class 1-B's homeroom lesson was sailing smoothly.

The class was silent, eagerly listening to their Sensei's lecture.

Though, eagerly is a… Strong word.

Of course, there were hushed talks and whispers.

Even glances were thrown.

Now, that is nothing unusual, even in this specific Spartan Sensei's Class.

What was unusual, was at whom these glances and gossip were directed.

Adjacent to the window at a distant corner of the classroom, sat a boy.

A boy with captivating beauty, his gaze directed to the much more fascinating and calming view outside the window, his countenance calm and listless as he lazily dissected the outside world with those heterochromatic eyes.

A boy who looked much too young to be in high school.

And that is because he was too young.

[That was a captivating retelling of your reincarnation, Master~! Ah… That sure takes me back!] System giddily reminisced.

John grunted internally, 'Has it really been that long…?'

A stern voice echoed through the otherwise relatively muted classroom, it called out to him, "Smith-kun."

Slowly, his head turned from the immense campus view towards the voice.

A tall woman with long black hair that falls over her shoulders and reaches her calves. She has unkempt bangs that cover her silver eyes and a generous well-endowed tall figure covered by a questionably stylish lab coat that only improves her chances of NOT getting married any time soon.

"Yes, Hiratsuka-sensei?" John's voice drawled out as his heterochromatic eyes met with Hiratsuka's stern frown.

Yet despite its lazy and apathetic intonation, the calmness and confidence beneath the squeaky voice of a boy on the cusp of puberty was undeniable, sending shivers down the spines of all those in the class.

Especially the girls:

"That voice of his… it's so addicting and reassuring." A girl whispered in awe.

"Yeah… Tell me about it! How does a kid like him do it?" Another was simultaneously perplexed and curious.

"I wonder what kind of hunk he'll turn into in three years…" Another huskily whispered.

Whilst the boys had other, more envious opinions:

"What's so great about him? He's just a little kid!"

"That's right. Skipping classes doesn't make you that impressive! School's easy as fuck up till this point!"

"Then why are all you're grades on average a C, dude…?"

"...We don't talk about that, bro… I'm just sleep-deprived is all."

"How are his eyebrows so sharp? They're like swords? Like… Could I get a papercut from them?"

Whispers such as these ran rampant in the classroom, managing to break Hiratsuka's rather short fuse.

"ALRIGHT! ALL OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" She roared suddenly, and a suffocating, almost supernatural pressure took hold of the room.

"Damn, it's the Forever Loner Aura! Guys! Shut yer traps!" A boy warned.

"I HEARD THAT! PEGO-SAN! STAY AFTER CLASS!" Hiratsuka howled at the foolishly brave sod that had only trained to bring order to the classroom, yet had to attempt it with a touch of innocent sarcasm.

It is unfortunate for him, that Hiratsuka does not find her lack of a man in her life as anything funny nor innocent.

"Damn, I fucked up." Pego lowered his head, his voice came out downtrodden.

"What did you expect? A marriage proposal from her or something? She's not that desperate… Yet." Lego replied with mirth as he gently tapped Pego's shoulder.

John, only had a thin line on his face, as System commented with a giggle, [They're certainly a colorful bunch~!]

Shaking his head lightly, he replied, 'Naive and innocent youth. They should enjoy their life, they should be more grateful, it is nothing short of a gift. A life under the brightness of the sun as opposed to one endlessly spent in the shadows. A Life I had no chance ever to experience.'

[Master…]

Hiratsuka grabbed her head and ruffled her hair in frustration, "Honestly… You brats lack any sensitivity." She said with a narrowly visible teardrop leaking out of her eye.

Shaking her head to regain a modicum of composure, Hiratsuka turned back to John, pointing at him, "Anyway. I know you've just transferred here, Smith-kun so I won't be making any harsh demands from you today. But, at the very least could you show some interest in class? Or even the ones around you?" Her face twisted slightly in worry as if she recalled teaching someone with a similar attitude.

'Especially when he's skipped classes, I'm afraid he'll be isolated, especially when he's this… Eye-catching and reserved.' Hiratsuka noted.

[Oh look! Sensei's worried about you!] System pointed out.

John looked at Hiratsuka for a moment and sighed.

"Your worries are wasted on me, Hiratsuka-sensei. I'll be fine. Believe me when I say I pay close attention to all." John's voice rang out like a bell in the classroom.

A single, momentary, instantaneous, knowing glance was directed at a certain individual who had been silently digging a hole through the side of his head with her less-than-subtle intrusive gaze.

A chill went down Koneko Toujou's spine at the blunt look that stated:

"Leave me alone."

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Leaving the campus grounds was a much-needed breath of fresh air for John, as a tired breath cut through his stoic exterior at the sight of the evening sun.

[Did the attention tire you out, Master?] System questioned innocently.

Huffing through his nose as his steps guided his body towards the bus station, 'Isn't it obvious? Attention is both an element I am largely unused to and an unwelcome one. Even with my relatively infamous status as the formerly strongest assassin of the Order, I could traverse undisguised and without care when I was not on the job.'

'But now?' John thought as a reflection of his otherworldly beauty presented itself through the glass of the bus that had just stopped in front of him.

He stepped into the bus, his figure expectedly grabbing the attention of his fellow occupants.

'Would… A term such as "Too Blessed" fit my predicament?' He wondered.

John had done countless, numerous, unspeakable, unredeemable acts.

Both in this life and in his past life.

The questions that had encroached upon his psyche, like a recurring nightmare, endlessly tormented him.

Does he truly deserve peace?

What had he done to deserve the gifts of his reincarnation? Let alone the reincarnation itself?

Even the System lacked an answer to those vital queries.

Yet…

As John stepped out of the bus and walked another leisure ten minutes, he arrived at a mansion that was gifted to be his current lonely abode.

Yet…

The closest reason one could imagine for reincarnating the world's former strongest assassin is…

Someone needs to die.

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Hope you enjoyed the chapter.