“Principal, what exactly is that child’s background?”
“He was sent here by the Fujimura Group.”
“Eh?
Isn’t that the yakuza?
Can’t we persuade him to withdraw?”
“When this school was first established, the Fujimura Group helped quite a lot.
Even now, they donate a sum of money to the school every year to support the development of our education.”
The principal did not say too much, but his meaning was clear.
It would not be easy to make him withdraw.
“Then how about moving him to another class?”
“Forget it.
Our school only has so many first-grade students.
No matter how we move him around, he’ll still be in the same pot.”
“Then what about moving him up a grade?
Although that child’s academic level isn’t enough, the older children in higher grades are more mature and less likely to be affected by him.”
After discussing it for a while, the teachers responsible for teaching the first-grade students all looked toward the elementary school principal, hoping he would make a decision.
The principal, who could not quite understand why these teachers had such a strong desire to pass the trouble elsewhere, decided to personally witness the transfer student’s power during the afternoon.
Then, after the first class in the afternoon, the elementary school principal understood.
He understood the difficulties the first-grade teachers were facing.
Teaching Broly really did give off an indescribably terrifying feeling.
The entire classroom was filled with a stifling atmosphere.
Only that child kept asking all kinds of questions, while the teacher on the platform was exhausted from dealing with the strange questions that kept branching out of his mouth.
And there was only one reason behind this bizarre scene: Broly had subconsciously treated studying as the same thing as sparring with his old fogey father, Paragus.
In the process, he had unconsciously released his own confrontational aura.
Although he himself held no hostility, ordinary people could not withstand that aura.
If it were only for a short period, it would not matter, but a class lasted forty minutes.
Whether students or teachers, under the continuous coverage of that aura, an inexplicable pressure would gradually build up in their hearts.
So, strictly speaking, these first-grade elementary school teachers had not been mentally broken by Broly’s strange questions.
Rather, it was because they had been treated as the main targets of his aura that, under the barrage of all kinds of tricky and bizarre questions, their defenses had been broken.
“Fine.
Let’s try moving that child up one grade.”
The principal of Miyama Town First Affiliated Elementary School rubbed his temples and agreed to the first-grade teachers’ desire to pass the trouble along.
Because of this, Broly successfully advanced from being a first-grade elementary school student to a second-grade elementary school student on his very first day of school.
“Everyone, during the last class this afternoon, our class will be welcoming a new student.
He will be studying together with us during this lesson.”
The homeroom teacher of Class 2-A did not know how terrifying Broly was.
She had merely received instructions from the principal to bring a child into her class.
“All right, come in and introduce yourself.”
Broly simply went along with the flow.
Going to school was a somewhat novel experience for him.
He listened to the unfamiliar female teacher, walked into the classroom, stood on the platform, and introduced himself.
“My name is Broly.
I’m a Saiyan.”
Broly gave a very honest self-introduction.
However, the second-grade elementary school students who heard it were left somewhat stunned.
“What’s a Saiyan?”
One little boy raised his hand and asked.
“The new student is so weird.”
While Broly seriously answered the boy’s question, a girl sitting in the back row quietly said that to the girl beside her.
“Weird?”
Tohsaka Rin felt that boys were probably just like that.
After all, during recess, some boys would play games about aliens fighting little monsters.
“All right, everyone is very enthusiastic, but it’s class time now, so we still need to follow classroom rules.”
As the female homeroom teacher spoke, she prepared to arrange a seat for Broly.
However, before she could make a decision, Broly spotted a girl in the back row.
[Target available for capture discovered: Tohsaka Rin.
Current happiness value: 0.]
[Note: Happiness points can only be obtained after the host intervenes in the target’s life.]
“Teacher, I want to sit there.”
Broly directly pointed to the seat beside Tohsaka Rin and said.
“All right.
Then move that empty desk and chair over there.”
When the principal had arranged for this child to be placed in her class, he had also told her to be more accommodating.
So the homeroom teacher did not stop the boy’s request.
Back row by the window, the king’s hometown!
Broly had only just moved the desk over and sat down when this bit of information surfaced in his mind.
“He doesn’t have any textbooks for now.
Tohsaka, please share your textbook with the new student for the time being, all right?”
Seeing Broly sit down, the female homeroom teacher said this.
Tohsaka Rin was the small class leader, more mature and capable than most children.
“Yes, teacher.”
The young Tohsaka Rin was not yet the untouchable flower on a high peak she would become in the future.
Right now, she was cheerful, warm, and willing to help those around her.
All of this was thanks to her father’s elegant and composed family education, which made her behave like a mature little adult despite being only seven years old.
“Hello, my name is Tohsaka Rin.
You can call me Tohsaka.”
Tohsaka Rin pushed her desk closer.
After placing the textbook between their two desks, she lowered her voice and introduced herself to Broly.
“Hello, Tohsaka.
I’m Broly.”
“You already said that.
Just now, on the platform.
You also said you were a vegetable person from a warrior race, right?
Of course, if you can eat an entire plate of boiled green peppers without changing expression, I’ll believe you.”
The young Rin made a small joke.
“Boiled green peppers.
Are they good?”
Hearing that, Broly’s attention was immediately drawn over.
He was very interested in things that could be eaten.
“They’re not good.
They’re bitter.”
Tohsaka Rin answered seriously.
Her mother had made that dish for her before, and had forced her to eat some boiled green peppers by saying that mature adults could eat them.
Broly: “…”
He instantly lost all interest in boiled green peppers.
Because he did not like bitter flavors either.
“For this class, we’ll review multiplication and see how well everyone has learned it…”
The female homeroom teacher spoke from the platform.
Hearing this, Broly raised his hand.
“Teacher, what is multiplication?”
“You haven’t learned multiplication?”
A boy turned around and asked him.
Broly shook his head.
“I only learned addition and subtraction today.”
He answered honestly.
“Haha, you’re a first-grade elementary school student, aren’t you?”
The boy laughed at him.
“Shinjou, did the teacher teach you to laugh at others?”
Seeing this, the female homeroom teacher immediately scolded him.
“Broly has only just started attending our school, so it’s normal for him not to keep up with the learning progress.
Hmm, Tohsaka, who’s sitting beside you, is our class monitor and also the study representative.
If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask her.”
“I can teach you!”
Tohsaka Rin really liked the feeling of being trusted by adults.
With an expression that seemed to say, Leave teaching the new student and helping him catch up to me, she enthusiastically said this to Broly.
“Then what is multiplication?”
Broly asked without hesitation.
“Multiplication is an operation used to find the sum of several identical addends.
As long as you know addition, learning it isn’t difficult…”
Tohsaka Rin quietly explained second-grade elementary school mathematics to Broly.
Unlike the earlier situation in first grade, where he had asked questions left and right while releasing his confrontational aura, Broly now obediently sat in the corner and listened to her.
One class passed very quickly.
…
“So, how was it, Teacher Kawasaki?
That child is really hard to deal with, right?”
After school, several first-grade teachers came over to ask the second-grade homeroom teacher about the situation.
“Hard to deal with?
Not at all.
That child was very well-behaved for the entire class.”
In response, the female homeroom teacher only felt baffled.
Broly had behaved very well in class.
At the very least, he did not have the kind of hyperactivity that some mischievous children had.
“Ah, he didn’t ask you any questions?”
“He did.
What about it?”
“You could answer them?”
Once those words came out, she was even more confused.
Among elementary school knowledge, were there really questions a teacher could not answer?
“You couldn’t answer them?”
She asked cautiously.
“That child is too difficult to deal with.
There were some questions we couldn’t answer.”
Some of the first-grade teachers told the truth.
“Uh, I actually couldn’t answer them either, but I asked our class’s study representative, a reliable child, to help answer his questions.”
After thinking for a moment, the female homeroom teacher gave a very emotionally intelligent reply.
“Eh?
That works too?”
Hearing this, the first-grade teachers looked at one another.
“Maybe children understand other children better.”
After some discussion, the first-grade teachers arrived at a conclusion that was barely passable as an explanation.
…
“So, how was your first day at school?”
That evening, after Taiga Fujimura returned from school, the first thing she did was come over to Broly and ask about his experience at school that day.
“It was good.
I asked the teachers a lot of questions.
I learned how to write five characters correctly, and I learned addition, subtraction, and multiplication.
It feels like my brain is about to grow.”
Broly honestly reported what he had gained at school that day.
Before today, he had not even known what arithmetic was.
Big Sister knew you were a smart, good child.”
Taiga Fujimura did not hold back her praise.
“Oh, right.
I also met a new wife.”
Broly suddenly remembered something and added another sentence.
“Eh?”
Hearing that, Taiga Fujimura was shocked.
But then, after remembering what Broly meant by “wife,” she calmed down.
“This new wife you met, did she give you something to eat?”
“No.
She didn’t give me anything to eat.”
Broly shook his head.
“But she taught me multiplication.”
He said.
“Ah, that… mm…”
The three consecutive interjections highlighted the complicated changes in Taiga Fujimura’s heart.
“You found yourself a good wife.
You have to get along well with her and become friends, got it?”
In the end, she smiled and instructed Broly like this.
There was a saying: one who stays near vermilion is stained red, and one who stays near ink is stained black.
If he became friends with someone who was good at studying, then surely he would be able to absorb a little knowledge himself.
She treated Broly like a younger brother, but now it seemed there was also a bit of a motherly feeling mixed in.
From the bottom of her heart, she hoped this child could make friends with excellent children who were good at studying.
“Mm.”
Broly responded, committing Taiga Fujimura’s words to heart.
But even if Taiga Fujimura had not said anything, he would still get along well with his new wife.
All for the sake of farming the happiness points from her, which he could exchange for food from this world after returning to Planet Vampa.
…
There were still three days left before Broly returned to Planet Vampa.
That night, the Einzbern castle on the outskirts of Fuyuki City was attacked.
The attackers were the Caster pair, who had only been designated as “prey” by the Command Seal bounty that morning.
Because that pair had been recklessly abducting and killing children, and because their exposed actions had not concealed the mystery at all, the neutral party in the Holy Grail War—the priest presiding over the Fuyuki branch of the Holy Church—could no longer endure it.
He designated them as the first target that had to be removed from the ritual.
For this reason, the Holy Church temporarily mediated the Holy Grail War.
Apart from Caster, that poor-sighted attacker, the Lord of the Clock Tower, whose building had only been blown up by Kiritsugu Emiya last night and who had survived a high-altitude fall, also returned the favor by bringing his Servant along soon after and attacking the Einzbern castle.
That night, loud clashes echoed throughout the Einzbern castle.
Kayneth El-Melloi, the Lord of the Clock Tower, was even unfortunate enough to be hit by Kiritsugu Emiya’s Origin Bullet because he had underestimated his enemy out of carelessness, destroying most of the Magic Circuits in his body.
During that time, there was also an incident in which two Servants with knightly spirit fought side by side, admired one another, and then each caused trouble for their own Master.
One failed to seize the opportunity to hold the other Servant back and allow his Master to kill the enemy Master.
The other promptly saved his own gravely injured Master, but did not attack the enemy Master who was right within reach.
Compared to the power of Servants, Masters were fragile.
Kiritsugu Emiya, as a Magus Killer who used despicable methods, could not understand the actions of his own Servant, Saber, nor could he understand the actions of the enemy Servant, Lancer.
To put it more directly, the man named Kiritsugu Emiya could not understand the chivalric spirit upheld by two Heroic Spirits from bygone eras.
…
In Miyama Town, next to Fuyuki City, at the Zenjou family villa.
“Sakura, you know, a strange child came to our class today…”
Tohsaka Rin shared the amusing events that had happened at school with her younger sister.
The girl beside her listened with great interest, sitting on a chair and swinging her two dangling feet.
Returning to her parents had clearly healed the wounds Sakura had suffered in the Matou family.
As the saying went, only after losing something does one understand how precious it is.
Young Sakura now cherished every single moment she spent back at her family’s side.
Because of this, the happiness value on her body had been rising continuously.
Just watching it from beneath the covers in the guest room of the Fujimura residence was enough to put Broly into an incomparably delighted state.
He looked like an old stock investor watching a stock he had only recently bought constantly soar upward in red.
One point of happiness value converted into one hundred happiness points, and among the items that could be exchanged for in the Crystal Palace, the happy water Broly rather liked drinking only cost two happiness points.
The soaring happiness value on young Sakura’s body caused him to sink into a wonderful fantasy of achieving happy water freedom once he returned to Planet Vampa.
Of course, aside from happy water, Broly also liked cake, pork cutlet rice bowls, pudding, barbecue, ice cream…
The prices of these items were all within thirty points, completely acceptable.
“When I go back, I’ll let Father try the food from this world too.”
Broly muttered to himself as he lay under the covers.
“Rin made a new friend at school?
That really is something worth being happy about.
Come, Mom has peeled and cut some apples.
Both of you, come eat.”
Aoi Zenjou brought over a plate of peeled and sliced apples, calling her two daughters over.
“This piece of apple is the biggest.
Sakura, it’s for you.”
Her younger sister’s return made Tohsaka Rin cherish her even more, and she hoped that Sakura would receive the best of everything.
“Thank you, Big Sister.”
Young Sakura’s heart felt sweet.
Whether it was Dad, Mom, or Big Sister, everyone had treated her even better after she came back.
Her previous suspicion that they would not let her return home had truly been nothing more than needless anxiety and excessive worry.
“By the way, Sakura, when you were at the Matou family, did you make any new friends there?
Did anything happy happen over there?”
But suddenly, the question asked by her gentle mother caused young Sakura’s expression, which had been immersed in happiness, to stiffen.
The Matou family.
That was a place of nightmares.
Although there had indeed been two people who could be considered concerned about her there, compared to the miserable experience she had gone through in the basement worm chamber, it was something Sakura did not want to recall no matter what.