Vol 1 Chapter 1 (1/2)

My cla.s.sroom was under siege by terrorists.

It was April; around the time that high school tutorials ended and real studying had begun to bare its fangs.

So tired… so exhausted… and it’s Tuesday. I hate Tuesday’s schedule. This is the worst. As I thought that absentmindedly during homeroom—— I heard the sound of heavy footsteps running in perfect sync from the corridor. It came from innumerable approaching shadows.

FWUUM—! They threw open the door and streamed into the cla.s.sroom.

The men wore uniforms like special forces and formed a line in front of the blackboard—it was plain as day that they were no amateurs.

“Silence. Keep quiet.”

The man in the middle demanded.

He had a calm tone akin to those terrorist masterminds that I’d seen in movies; it sent s.h.i.+vers down my spine.

Our homeroom teacher froze behind the podium. We didn’t move either. Some of the girls started crying.

“K-Kimito…”

Behind me, my childhood friend Ery pulled on my uniform.

“Be Ery’s s.h.i.+eld.”

Even at times like these you’re amazing in a way.

But then…

“…Yare, yare. Seems like it’s time to show you my true powers, huh?”

In the seat in front of me, Yamanaka stood up languidly.

T-True powers…?

Never standing out during usual cla.s.ses, it was the very two-simple-characters-Yamanaka[1]— usually either sleeping or gazing out the window— who walked up to the terrorists, aloof from the world and full of confidence.

Y-You couldn’t possibly…