The Grade 4-B classroom, which had been buzzing with student whispers, suddenly went dead silent.
The sliding door swung open with a violent jerk, revealing the figure of Kudou Akira, who stepped inside with a frigid expression.
The students, especially the Ascendants who had been chatting idly, fell silent instantly.
Akira stood behind the podium and did not speak immediately.
He stood like a statue, staring at specific students one by one with a sharp gaze that seemed to pierce through bone.
The students he looked at felt so intimidated that they instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to make eye contact with the man whose aura of anger was so palpable.
Even a glance would tell anyone that Akira’s mood was foul today.
“Good…
good…
very good.
Class 4-B has truly succeeded in humiliating itself on this exam.” The word “good,” which he uttered three times, was clearly not a compliment, but a sharp sarcasm that stung the ears.
*SLAM!* Akira struck the podium desk hard, making several students jump in shock.
“What exactly have you been studying all this time?!
Out of forty students in this class, twenty-three failed to pass the exam!
This is the worst failure record I have ever seen!” Akira continued his angry dialogue with a rising voice.
“Do you know?
Our class is now the laughingstock of other classes!
Teachers and students out there refer to Class 4-B as a ‘trash bin.’ Even the Principal summoned me personally this morning, just to question my competence as a teacher for allowing trash like you to pile up in this class!” “If you have no intention of learning, you’d better leave now and become manual laborers rather than tarnish this school’s reputation!” It was clear that the 23 failed students were the Ascendants who had yet to adapt.
They could only remain speechless, accepting Akira’s barrage of anger without daring to defend themselves.
In this heated situation, Yukino did not try to interrupt or argue as she usually might.
She sat with her back straight, staring forward with a gaze just as cold as Akira’s.
In her opinion, they deserved to be scolded harshly so they would realize how crucial study was in this world.
(Incompetent fools…) Yukino glanced briefly at the bowed Ascendants.
(All this time, these people gave up so quickly after only trying to study for a few minutes.
As soon as they found it difficult, they stopped immediately and spent the rest of their time playing around or lamenting their fate.
Do they think a miracle will fall from the sky without effort?) She snorted softly in her heart, disgust radiating from her beautiful face.
(If you continue to have such a weak mentality, you are nothing more than a burden.
Rank fifteen might be a blow to me, but at least I am not as pathetic as you, who are not even able to cross the basic passing threshold.) *THUD!* Akira slammed three additional exam sheets onto the desk with a loud, deafening sound.
“Takanashi Rikka.
Zaimokuza Yoshiteru.
And Furuhashi Fumino!” “The grades for you three are the lowest—not just in this class, but in the entire fourth-year cohort!
Are you proud of being the bottom three out of hundreds of students?” Wearing a white eyepatch over her right eye, Rikka suddenly stood up with a dramatic movement.
She placed a hand over her face, trying to project a dark aura.
“Ugh…
that is because the power behind this seal is beginning to rebel.” Rikka said in a forced, heavy tone.
“Homeroom teacher, you must understand.
If I were to release the ‘Tyrant’s Eye’ seal on my right eye just to do these trivial problems, the dimensional balance would shatter and the world would be dragged into eternal destruction!
The knowledge of this world is too shallow to contain the dark memories of the Eye of the Wicked Lord!” Nearby, Zaimokuza could only massage his temples.
Even though he was a Chuunibyou himself, his level of delusion was not as severe as Rikka’s in an urgent situation.
Zaimokuza knew when to stop if he didn’t want to look for trouble.
He glanced at Rikka, who continued to ramble about ‘dark destiny’ and ‘blood contracts,’ hoping the girl would soon realize her actions were only pouring gasoline onto the fire of Akira’s rage.
Meanwhile, in another corner, Fumino seemed surrounded by a dense, gloomy aura.
Her body slumped in her chair, her eyes staring blankly at the desk.
“I really am trash…
My intelligence is probably only equivalent to an amoeba’s.” Fumino muttered in a pessimistic voice.
“Forgive me for being born into this world just to waste oxygen in vain.
I should have just become cosmic dust rather than deal with these numbers that look like monsters…” “ENOUGH!” Akira cut off Rikka’s babbling.
“I will not tolerate this nonsensical behavior anymore, Takanashi!
Stop fantasizing!” “If you truly believe you have the power to destroy the world, show me right now.
I will immediately request official permission from the military to send you to the front lines of the battlefield against the Great Asian Alliance.
There, you are free to release your seal as much as you like and wipe out the entire enemy army single-handedly.
Well?
What is your answer?” “…” Instantly, Rikka’s face turned deathly pale.
Her body began to tremble slightly, and her fake courage crumbled in an instant.
The fact was, her Chuunibyou behavior was merely a coping mechanism—an emotional defense mechanism to deal with the deep trauma of her father’s death.
She created the fantasy world of the “Eye of the Wicked Lord” just to avoid a reality that was too painful to face.
Behind her delusions, Rikka was just a weak-minded girl.
How could she possibly have the courage to set foot on a blood-soaked battlefield?
“Sorry…
I’m sorry.
I regret my actions.” Rikka said in a very soft voice while bowing her head as deep as possible, dropping all of her dramatic acting.
Seeing Rikka finally obey and stop acting out, Akira took a long breath to calm his emotions.
He did not pursue the matter further.
“Sit down.
And don’t let me hear that nonsense again.” Akira looked at all the students who had failed.
“Listen carefully.
Study harder.
This is for your own good, so you can process stronger magic activation sequences.
Without science as a foundation, you will never be able to become Magicians.
And remember one thing…” His voice became colder.
“If you fail to become Magicians, the government will not let their investment go to waste.
You will be sent as manual laborers to work at dangerous construction sites or processing plants in exchange for the tuition and facilities you have enjoyed so far.
Do you want to be Magicians, or just become slaves?” The threat worked instantly.
The expressions of the Ascendants changed drastically, and a real fear began to fill the room.
If they failed to become Magicians and ended up as manual laborers, how could they possibly enroll in a Magic High School to complete their main mission?
Failure in school was now no longer just a matter of grades, but a matter of their survival in this world.
“…” Akira nodded in satisfaction, seeing the change in the atmosphere within the classroom.
Although his anger earlier had been very real, as an educator, he felt a bit relieved to see the fear beginning to transform into determination in his students’ eyes.
At least, they still had the desire to change for the better.
“Good.
It seems you finally understand where you stand.” “However, in the midst of this pile of failures, there is still one piece of good news.
There is one student in this class who truly makes me proud.
Yotsuba Yuuta.” “He did not just pass, but achieved the highest rank with perfect scores in the entire fourth-year cohort.
He is the standard you must chase.” Akira looked at Yuuta with a gaze that softened slightly.
“Maintain your performance, Yotsuba.
Do not let your surroundings drag you down.
Everyone, give a round of applause for your friend’s extraordinary achievement!” CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!
The sound of applause echoed in the classroom, though most of it sounded hesitant and full of envy from the failed Ascendants.
In the middle of the noise, Yuuta remained seated with his back straight, his face showing no excessive pleasure.
He only gave a polite, slight nod as a form of acknowledgment for the teacher’s praise.
Seeing Yuuta’s response, which was so calm and did not show even a hint of arrogance over his achievement, Akira felt even more satisfied.
In his eyes, Yuuta had the temperament of a winner; cold, focused, and stable.
He was certain Yuuta would grow into a great Magician in the future, especially considering the Yotsuba Clan bloodline flowing through his veins.
“Alright, let us end this humiliating announcement session.” Akira tapped the blackboard, shifting all the students’ attention back to the front.
“Today we will discuss ‘Eidos Structure and Psion Interference on Inanimate Objects.’ For those of you who don’t want to end up at a construction site as manual laborers, I suggest you listen to every word that comes out of my mouth without blinking.” Akira began writing complex formulas on the blackboard, starting the lesson with a higher intensity than usual, while Yuuta immediately prepared his notes, ready to absorb every detail of information available.
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