Chapter 4: Chapter 1.3

The day is September 1st, and I will be starting this school named Saikyō Polytechnic Institute. It boasts the fact that many notable members of society graduate from their school curriculum. Certitudes like that make it a highly sought after school for parents to send their children in hopes of them becoming something exceptional.

There is a slight rustle of a privacy curtain as I pull it back to look out of a window; the bus which I am currently in is coming to a standstill as we finally arrived at our destination after quite a bit of driving.

As I joined the flow of students who walked onto the campus, the first thing I noted was the sheer size of it. This has to be more than 170 acres of private land; it could be more or less once it's fully explored by yours truly.

The facilities in this school are said to be internationally acclaimed, with state-of-the-art equipment and other things that would make it a top choice for aspiring students who want to, quote-unquote, become elite members of society.

Even though this school is considered one of the leading educational institutions, their selection process differs compared to their counterparts, and educational merit isn’t the only thing that decides your fate. Still, no one knows what really grants you enrollment here.

Some of the things that can be found on larger university campuses can be found here as well, including a supermarket, restaurants, cafés, boutiques, and different forms of entertainment.

I believe those were installed due to the fact that our campus is considered to be on private land and a long way from the public eye. Due to that, we’re not allowed to leave the campus unless it’s during vacation days, so in hindsight, one can technically classify it as something similar to a boarding school.

I can’t say that I am quite fond of that considering that my old high school is nothing like this, so a major change such as the already stated would take a bit of getting used to.

However, one unique thing about Saikyō is that they pride themselves on the freedom of the student body, whatever that means and also, their method of payment which is electronic. Think of it like the school’s very own crypto currency. I believe this was implement by one of the tech giants who assists with funding.

A person can come to the conclusion that freedom is quite a scary thing to give to a teenager, considering that we still typically make the poorest choices under somewhat heavy supervision.

So as some self-reflection is cast on the matter, do I really make the right choices and does it really matter? Those questions leave me a bit troubled, however when the day ends and the dust settles, but mistakes are lessons so you live and learn.

This will be the second term of the first year, and it is quite an odd time to be transferring in. I may stick out like a sore thumb, or some weird rumor about me may unfortunately spread like wildfire. Something along the lines of "he was thrown out of his old school for starting fights or being a delinquent." would be troublesome.

The security guards, dressed in navy blue uniforms, carefully eyed us students as we walked past them, almost as if they were specifically looking for something that could be deemed out of place or suspicious.

Eventually, my presence caught the eye of those individuals, and he sternly pointed in my direction in a manner that could be deemed a bit hostile. I turned my head to see the person who was being pointed at, then turned my head back to its original position.

Slowly nodding his head, the security guard rotated his right forearm and his right index finger, which is still being used to point eerily curled upwards twice. A gesture was made for me to approach this stranger.

The slight feeling of dread filled my heart as I shuffled my feet in a bovine manner towards his direction. Immediately, I began going through all the potential scenarios that could occur. My demeanor was pretty much that of a normal student, so I am not sure what warranted this action.

Even at my snail’s pace, I eventually arrived in front of the security guard. His hazel-brown eyes were filled with suspicion as he scanned my person and my school bag.

There’s nothing there besides a couple personal artifacts and school books. Everything was sent ahead at the request of my parents.

As he continued to sift through my belongings, the word awkward would be an understatement, and the silence between us clearly wasn’t alleviating the situation. A couple of students slowed down while looking on, so that added to the tension.

With a deep and loud voice, he ordered, "Show me your school identification card right now."

I quickly replied, "I just started, so I haven’t quite received my card as yet."

He folded his arms and narrowed his vision on me. If he increased the intensity, I could either burst into flames or be turned into a statue via petrification gaze.

"Transfers aren’t allowed into this school, so I will give you another chance to alter your fabrication."

Sigh, the way this conversation is currently heading, I may get thrown out of the school, Jazzy Jeff style. Keeping that in mind, I will have to choose my next words very carefully.

"Uh, I just started, so I haven’t quite received my card as yet."

It is a bold move for me to echo my previous statement, but I have no other choice. Trying to deceive him with "I forgot my student ID" is too much of a gamble because I am pretty sure that they could always ask me to verbally recite the number while inputting it into a system to confirm the authenticity. So being caught in a lie is a no-no.

The large man tilted his head to the left and asked, "Are you not retracting that statement?"

"Um no…"

The only thing running through my mind is please don’t haul me out of here.

"I see."

I see? Those two words sound very ominous coming from this jacked individual.

As he chuckled a bit and inhaled deeply, I braced for what was about to unfold.

However, nothing occurred to my confusion. It felt as if your favorite song was about to get to the best part and then your phone died.

He shook his head slowly as I flashed a nervous smile, one of the very few that I ever gave in my short lifetime.

Almost as if the security guard began to break down and assess my potential surface character as a person.

"The school tie is unfastened a bit, the shirt is untucked, and the blazer is missing, with the cherry on top being blonde hair. So are you some sort of delinquent?"

Heh? Was I just assumed to be a delinquent based on my appearance?

"I beg your pardon,” is offered as one of the only appropriate rebuttals to that bushwhack of a question.

He slowed down his manner of speech and stretched his words as if he was speaking to someone who couldn’t fully comprehend a question at normal speed.

"Areeeee youuuu someeee sorttttt offfff delinquentttttttttt?"

My ears weren’t deceiving me after that…

"Uh, I would say that I am a well-behaved member of society. I recycle, pick up litter, volunteer at homeless shelters, and just yesterday I donated 500 yen to a charity for abandoned animals."

The security guard blinked twice as if he didn’t believe my words, then let out a sigh before turning to his comrades.

"I will take him to the main office to verify his story; if he is lying, we'll see how far I can throw him out."

Is he under the assumption I bought this school uniform as a way to sneak into this place? I have nothing to gain by doing so apart from wasting my time which I consider to be very precious.

"Around 10 feet or so maybe the distance," answered one of the other guards as the four other workers laughed in unison.

Yelp. 10 feet isn’t unrealistic given his sheer mass.

The guard walked forward while saying, "Stay close and don’t stray."

It felt as if he had given a command to a dog.

Gloomily nodding my head, I followed the command. Students were speaking in hushed tones as they observed the entire thing from start to finish, almost as if they were silently judging me.

Burying my face in my hands is my only option, seeing as I wanted to blend into the school and not attract any unwanted attention, but seemingly that was traded in for slight embarrassment.

I trailed him silently for a good few minutes until we entered the school’s main building, which housed the offices. Automatic doors split open and allowed us entry into the main office.

Both of us found ourselves face-to-face with the secretary, who radiated a calm aura, and in a polite tone of voice, the guard asked, "Are you expecting a transfer student?"

His eyes remained on me, awaiting the answer from the secretary. My school life is now in her hands, and I can only hope that she pulls through for me.

She calmly nodded her head and replied, "Oh, actually he isn’t a transfer. He’s just starting school late due to complications, so I appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule to guide him here."

The male shyly scratched the back of his head and grinned, "Oh sure, it wasn’t any issue what so ever, Miss Osawa."

Hold on a minute—where was this calm energy just a bit ago?

Before leaving, he said to me, "I will still be keeping an eye on you, boy."

"Sure thing my good sir….”

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With that statement, he quickly left the room.

Osawa-sama warmly smiled at me while knocking a stack of papers on her wooden desk. Her appearance is very refreshing to me, considering the numerous mature-looking women who usually fill this position. A good estimation of her age would be around her mid-twenties.

"Fear not, Mr. Bito is very passionate about his work and cautious about many things, so he is just attempting to shake you into acting like a model student because that will lighten his work load."

Passionate and cautious is an understatement.

"Is the principal of the school in his office?"

"Yes, he just returned from addressing the school, so give him a few seconds," she replied in a cheerful yet professional manner, then picked up the cordless telephone that was next to her.

While waiting, I flipped through the magazines that were left out for guests to read while they waited.

The magazines were very outdated, with some of them being almost 10 years old; however, some of the content is refreshing to me, and there are coupons for items that I will never use.

"You may now enter," said Osawa-sama, breaking my focus on the magazines as I placed them back in their original positions.

Now it’s time for the easy part, I believe.

I entered and stood in the middle of the school principal’s office as he scanned through some documents regarding my enrollment. I would have assumed that he had already made preparations for me considering that my papers were sent in three days before the previous term ended.

If that’s not fully prepared as yet, calling the institute’s system very lacking would be a heavy understatement. So, I will save my thoughts for the result of the ongoing search.

He continuously thumbed through a stack of papers while muttering under his breath, "Kaneko Miyuki."

I looked around the room, observing the many diplomas and accolades that were hung on the walls, principal Akira is quite a distinguished man.

Rambling under his breath ensued as he continuously thumbed through the documents. I am losing a bit of faith.

Now, instantly restoring it, he audibly said, "I found it. Sorry about that, but it seemingly got mixed in with some rejected applications that were brought in by my assistant, a very silly mistake on her end.”

I wouldn’t call that silly at all, but the storm has passed, so I will allow it for now.

"That’s not an issue considering that it has been found." I replied in a nonchalant tone of voice.

Principal Akira reclined in his black leather office desk chair and in a serene manner said, "Your entry is quite the abnormal occasion considering that we barely accept anyone who didn’t originally write the Saikyō Polytechnic Institute entrance exam and pass the interview, so try not to tell anyone about it.”

"I was ignorant of that fact; I do feel much honored to be allowed in."

Honored? I could have found a better response to that statement.

He then leaned forward and adjusted his glasses on his face, "Honored you say? That’s the first time I've ever heard someone say that. Well, student wise at least."

"That’s a very interesting tidbit, which I will keep in mind."

Principal Akira then opened up his top desk drawer and pulled out a small white box before sliding it across the surface towards me, along with a sheet of paper.

This feels like one of those moments in a movie or television show where the detective would pass evidence or a picture of a missing person towards you before the interrogation commenced.

"Please keep this device on you at all times, especially when you’re outside of your dorm room."

After opening up the box, I discovered that it was a smart watch. The screen could have possibly been around 2.89 inches; I placed it on my right wrist and held down on the power button, which booted it up.

Ï Please input your student ID number and temporary password.

After reading the contents of the document I was handed, I memorized my ID number and temporary password. The school logo appeared on the screen, and then the home screen appeared. Interestingly enough, the interface is very similar to that of the software installed on a cellular device.

"Great! You’re officially registered in the school system, and please note that your school-issued SIM card is already installed."

"I already have a sim card, well, a personal one, so that’s a bit pointless."

He smiled and replied, "You will see eventually."

I mean, an immediate explanation would have been lovely, but okay, I guess.

While I placed the watch box into my school bag, he continued speaking, "Your assigned classroom is 1-D, and with that being said, please have an enjoyable experience here."

"Thank you. I will attempt to do just that. "Before I leave, directions would be required seeing that I don’t know the way."

He grabbed a fluorescent pink stick note and hastily scribbled something on the note with a jet blue ink pen.

After around 30 seconds, he handed me the piece of paper and replied, "That should do it." "I expect you to easily find your way now."

I observed the scrappy handwriting and nodded my head before leaving the office.

The map was nowhere near ideal, but I expect my common sense and my sense of direction to accurately lead me to my correct destination.

After a bit of twists and turns, I found myself in what appears to be the main educational building of the school, which is the place that houses the different classrooms.

Since it was homeroom period, there were barely any students out and about.

The internal structure of the school's main building is massive. The school's logo was plastered on the floor right before the stairs we had to take to climb to the second floor, where my new classroom is located.

It was a pretty wide staircase where at least five people could walk side by side and comfortably make their way up.

I didn't have five people with whom I could try it, but that seems like a self-made meticulous assumption.

The stairs were climbed one by one until I reached the middle of the staircase, where it split into two staircases, almost like a fork in the road.

I stood there a bit confused for a few seconds before shaking it off after seeing the signs that were bolted to the wall.

All Year One classes are to the left, so please take the appropriate staircase.

So, with that latest information, I took the left stairs and made my way upstairs.

The hallway is wide with large windows, so you could have an outlook on the school's front yard, one could say that it has a very modern design.

Also, the various potted plants that are placed at equally spaced distances along the hallway are a nice addition. It’s something I probably would have done if I were given the opportunity to decorate as well.

I continued walking along the hallway before I am stopped by another student. He looks a bit shady so being on guard right now is my best defense.

“Do you want to make a personal wager on a game of coin flip?” he asked, while tossing a 100 yen coin in the air.

Strange thing to say to a person you just met.

I politely refused and left the individual standing there. Honestly I’m not sure what to say and what if I lose the wager, I am not sure what I would owe.

Afterwards I turned my attention to the various classroom signs.

It is the exact same way my old school split the students so I am feeling a sense of familiarity already.

I grabbed the door handle and let out a deep sigh. This is considered unexplored territory.

Let's just begin my journey into hell.

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