Chapter 12: Chapter 3- A God Among Us?

It was homeroom period as everyone settled into their seats, and I couldn’t help but notice that the last seat in the row I sat in is empty ha been empty since I transferred in.  (I sit in the second closest seat next to the window and the seat I’m referring to is the last seat on the right side of me.)

Sadly, enough I would have preferred the window seat but the school system is against my positon as classroom protagonist so I’ll have to settle for background character.

Ebina-sensei stood in the front the class and pulled up our current class points on a projector while slowly shaking her head in disappointment or disgust, either one would be correct.

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Class Points

Class: A (900pts) –Numbers of times overtaken: 0

Class: B (700pts) –Number of times overtaken: 0

Class: C (500pts) –Number of times overtaken: 0

Class: D (150pts) –Number of times overtaken: 0

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The rankings and points total for each class looks the same as when I first saw it, so I can safely say that no class has been partaking in any personal wagers as of yet. That’s a shocker; I assumed people will be having a field day attempting to strip someone else of a higher rank.

"350 points is a large gap to close, and what have you been doing about it?" she asked while pointing at our class’s 4^th place position. However, Ebina-sensei didn’t seem upset; it was more like she wanted to see what we were going to do about it.

There was total silence from the class as she scanned the faces of each student in the room, hoping to get an answer from at least one of them.

Still no one dared to answer her.

The sound of a chair quickly being pushed back filled the silent classroom as Imoto the class leader stood up and cleared his throat, almost as if he were about to deliver the world’s greatest explanation regarding everything.

There were some girls looking at him in admiration and I’m starting to think that he is possibly the protagonist of a harem anime.

"Ebina-sensei, we have been attempting to do as much as we could while playing it safe, and the gap used to be a lot smaller, well, 100 points smaller, until the final days of last term."

As he said that, a flurry of glares shifted towards Tachibana, who was unfazed. So this information is along the lines of our class having 250 points before Tachibana attempted two personal wagers against another student and lost. Well that's what I gathered from the way everyone is giving her death stare.

I wonder why she didn’t tell me that during her explanation. Could it be hidden shame? Wait, can she even process the feeling of shame? She seems too proud to have that.

"Even though it’s been a few days into the second term, you’ve been slacking in your duties as a leader Imoto. So I will ask you once again, what have you been doing to rectify that issue?”

With those words from our teacher, Imoto pursed his lips together, unable to give an answer.

Ebina-sensei continued her tongue lashing as if she sensed his hesitation.

“That's such a shame, you were elected as leader of class 1-D and nothing has changed in regard to performances. I’ll be inclined to admit there have been micro improvements but that’s where the progression stops. So Imoto can you not handle the position of leader or is the weight of D-Class’s special students too much for you to carry. An honest answer would be appreciated so your classmates will know where you mentally stand right now.”

This a bit too much, but maybe a harsh reality check is what he requires to give him a much needed push.

A girl spoke up for him; I have noticed her constantly around him but never once got her name. She looks to be a bit stuck up and not in the type of way people would brand Tachibana to be. On another note, she is the same girl; I noticed walking alongside Imoto when I sat on the bench during lunch time yesterday.

"Sensei, I don’t think you should press Imoto-kun on this matter; after all, he has been attempting to help our class as best he could."

"Yasuma, I understand that you and Mr. Imoto are courting each other, but I asked for his answer and not your opinion."

Sensei-Ebina verbally gut-checks Yasuma and causes her to immediately retake her seat.

The class is somewhat stunned by that event.

Imoto nervously scratched the tip of his nose with his index finger. "I have attempted to enlist Mikhailov-kun’s help with the matter."

Who’s Mikhailov and why does this person sound very Russian?

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The students began to murmur amongst themselves, and Tachibana let out a light laugh at the statement.

This is the first time I ever heard that type of sound from her.

Immediately, Yasuma spun around from her seat and boldly asked, "What the hell is so funny, Tachibana-san?"

With a condescending look on her face and an identical tone of voice to match, she answered. "The thought of you actually getting help from Mikhailov, when everyone in here knows that he only has himself in mind.”

Imoto fixed his school tie while replying, "It's a long shot, but it’s better than doing nothing. After all, he is in the top 10, and if we are to get technical, he ranks 5th out of 120, to be exact.”

So we do have a highly ranked student here; I wonder what type of person he is.

Conveniently enough, I didn’t have to wait because the sound of the door being opened in a noisy fashion caught the attention of everyone in the room, and in walked a student who radiated self-importance and confidence.

I would estimate his height as being at least 186 cm, and his body is extremely muscular; I could tell by the way his school uniform fitted him.

The atmosphere felt tense, like in those western movies where a new face walks into a bar and every other cowboy stares at him.

His eyes were shielded by Barton Perreira sunglasses, and I only know the brand because it was in a 007 film.

The male student stood there for a few moments, soaking in the attention when Hisoka said, "What the hell Mikhailov? You don’t just barge in here like tha-"

With a raise of his right hand, Mikhailov cut him off and peacocked his way towards his seat, which, ironically, I noted had always been empty since I arrived here.

After taking his seat, he replied in a heavy Russian accent, "I didn’t give you permission to speak to me."

Hisoka got up from his seat in a state of annoyance, "You’re starting to get on my nerves now, you ego-driven manic."

Mikhailov tapped the screen of his smart watch, deciding to ignore Hisoka, who looked like he wanted to leap across the classroom and falcon punch him.

However, I don’t think that would end well considering how much bigger he is than Hisoka.

Takanawa got up from his seat and calmed Hisoka down. Funnily enough, our sensei just allowed everything to happen while not having a care in the world, as if she was used to it.

"Can everyone get a grip on themselves? We are still in homeroom period.” pleaded Imoto who remained standing.

Fukami in an aided attempted echoed the same sentiments as him, it's apparent personality wise; she’s potentially the best candidate to be a secondary leader and her influence maybe on par or a bit higher than Imoto’s.

Still ignoring everything, Mikhailov just continued to fiddle with his watch while Hisoka grumbled under his breath and retook his seat.

That was quite the spectacle if I do say so myself. I wish Imoto the best of luck having to deal with characters such as Mikhailov and Hisoka.

Tachibana turned to me, "Do you see what I mean by special students? They are troublesome and overall a bad fit in society. That is why D-Class was created—as a gathering ground for all the bottom of the barrel students who were lucky enough to get accepted. After all, there can’t be winners without any losers, right?"

So am I considered bottom of the barrel as well? I guess my grades and interview weren’t enough for the school.

"If that’s the case, do you consider yourself the same as us since you were placed here?"

This is an honest question, so I wonder if I will get an honest answer.

She scoffed and replied, "Of course I don’t, but if this is where I was placed in this school, I will just climb my way to the top, and it’s easy because I don’t have to worry about these hopeless idiots."

I am not sure if I can consider her to be selfish or in the right because you can’t focus on anyone else while attempting to help yourself.

Ebina-sensei lightly shook her head in disappointment once more, and then said, "There will be a written examination very soon, so attempt not to produce disappointing results for this one as well."

With that seemingly cold statement, Ebina-sensei closed the classroom door behind her, and homeroom is concluded.

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