33 What Every Boy in the Universe Dreams Of (1/2)
The next day after my revival, the morning class ended a bit earlier than normal.
”From now on, a candidate for the Student Council election, and also the Student Council President, will be here to give an address, so all of you, stay in your seats.”
So said the teacher to the students who were trying to rush off.
”Not that I care, but do you know where the third years have gone?”
”No idea.”
I give a half-hearted answer accompanied with a yawn in response to Hyoro's random question.
”Oh, the third years? This week they're away on an extracurricular trip...”
So informs Jaga after turning around from his seat in front of us.
At that moment, the classroom door opens, and two female students come in. In exchange, the teacher goes out.
I recognize one of the faces. It is Student Council President Rose Oriana, who I had fought the other day.
Why is it that even though it's the usual uniform, when a chic person wears it, it somehow gains a mysterious chic aura?
”Umm, we are very grateful to the teacher for setting aside precious time for us today. About the Student Council election...”
The first year girl, clearly still not used to this, starts speaking in a stiff voice.
Is it only for me that speeches like this go in one ear and right out the other?
I notice Hyoro also listening to the speech with a blank face and yawning.
Jaga is taking down notes of some sort.
Abruptly, I feel like the Student Council President and my eyes had met. If she really remembers the mob who only suffered an unsightly defeat against her in the first round, then she'd be quite something indeed.
”Oi, the Student Council President just looked at me.”
So says Hyoro while arranging his bangs.
”Good for you.”
”Oi oi, I might get scouted by the Student Council.”
”Good for you.”
”Oi oi oi, I really don't want to get involved with bothersome things.”
”Good for you.”
And that's pretty much how the time is going by.
But suddenly, I felt a disturbance in my magic.
”Eh?”
”What happened?”
I am constantly manipulating and controlling my internal magic as practice, but as of just now, I suddenly can't seem to feel that magic anymore.
It feels like something is obstructing the flow of magic. I can either push through it with brute force, or I think I can also circumvent it by making my magic extremely fine.
As these thoughts go through my mind, I feel some presence approaching the classroom.
”They're coming...”
I just felt like saying that.
But at that moment.
Abruptly, an enormous explosion echoes out.
The door to the classroom is blown away, and the entire class is rendered dumbstruck.
Immediately afterwards, men in black holding naked blades march into the classroom.
”Nobody move! We are Shadow Garden, and we have occupied this academy!”
So shouting, they stand in front of the exit.
”No way...”
My mutter is drowned out in the surrounding commotion.
There is not a single student who can move.
Is this a drill, a prank, or... real?
Almost all of the students are having trouble coming to grips with the reality that the Magic Swordsman Academy is under attack.
I am the only one who has fully grasped the situation.
That these men are for real, that all magic in the surrounding has been blocked, and that the same thing is currently happening in all the other classes.
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”Awe~some...”
Words of appreciation automatically spilled from my lips.
These guys, they're truly gone and done it.
They've actually done it.
'That thing' that every boy in the world has dreamt of.
'That thing' that has colored a page of our teenage fantasies.
'That thing' being... having the school being attacked by terrorists!
I am shivering with emotion.
Exactly how many times have I fantasized this situation.
Several hundred, several thousand... several hundred million times.
I've explored all the innumerable patterns that such a situation can turn, and finally, it's actually happening in front of me!
”Stay in your seats, and raise your hands!”
Seeing the students gradually coming back to their senses, the men in black threaten the students with their swords.
I thought I'd prefer to be on the terrorist side, but it already got chosen by them.
No worries, being on the student side is more common.
So, what should I do?
How should I move?
Infinite possibilities are spread out before me.
”It seems like you lot fail to understand what kind of place this is.”
At that moment, a gallant voice rings out.
A single girl places her hand on the sword on her waist and confronts the men in black.
”You wish to occupy the Magic Swordsmen Academy? It seems that you are not in your right minds.”
Only one person, Rose Oriana, is standing out to face against the men.
”We told you to discard your weapon, little girl.”
”I refuse.”
So saying, Rose draws her sword.
”Hmph, you'd be just right as a prime lesson.”
One of the men in black raises his sword in a fighting stance.
This is bad.
She still hasn't realized that she can no longer use magic here.
”...! What is happening?”
Agitation colors Rose's face.
”So you finally realized it?”
The man in black laughs behind his mask.
Bad, this is bad. This cannot continue like this.
”But it's already too late.”
He swings his sword towards Rose.