Shikkaku Mon no Saikyou Kenja~ Sekai Saikyou no Kenja ga Sarani Tsuyoku Naru Tameni Tenseishimashita~

Day of enrollment.

I got rid of the lodging I've been staying in and headed to school.

The school seems to have dormitories, so I plan to go in there from today on. The luggage is in the item box.

I'm just a little anxious because the class division was going crazy... well, we'll figure it out.

Freshmen and students gathered at the entrance to the school.

I haven't been paid for my uniform yet, so I can't tell if the difference is mixed up.

"Um, was there an entrance ceremony or something?

Upon confirmation of the poster that had been affixed around the gate, it said there that the admission ceremony would take place in the school yard.

After all, there seems to be an entrance ceremony. Honestly, I don't like long stories, but do I have to put up with all this?

Let's listen to the great man while we figure out how to bring the magic of the Fourth Print further away more efficiently.

With that in mind, I went out to the school yard.

But my expectations about the admissions ceremony were to be betrayed in a good way.

As soon as the entrance ceremony began, the principal went up to the stage, an appearance that was roughly invisible to the person who was the principal of the Royal School.

A face full of scars, on a stretched muscle. I don't care what you think, I'm a fighter. Whoever sees this figure and thinks of the word 'principal' will not be in this world. If I were there, I'd be out of my mind.

The name, by the way, seems to be Eduardo.

"I hate long stories. The format is, uh, the tradition is, let's leave it to the first school folks."

And this is the first voice of the principal standing on the stage.

Excellent. This may be the first time we've seen a great guy who hasn't been talking long enough to fit together in a previous life.

"In second school, strength is everything! Unlike the first school, there's nothing to do here with family patterns, crests, or age. If anyone brings in extra things, I'll fix my own guts!... and unfortunately, roughly 10% of the students in the second school lose their lives while in school. If you don't want to be, be strong! This school has an environment for it. Gentlemen, sharpen your strength!... That's it!

... Is Royal Second School a military school or something?

While leaving such questions, the admission ceremony ended.

One name at a time is never called, and no one great but the principal comes out.

However, if you look at where the other students are flat, maybe Royal Second School is originally a place like this.

It's convenient for me.

"Then group A people, gather over here!

"Group B is this way! Hurry up and get together!

At the end of the entrance ceremony, a teacher-like person came out to the school yard and began to gather people.

I guess that means adventure class, so I guess I should stick with Group A.

"Okay, you've got enough people. Classroom A is this way. Follow me!

We follow behind the teacher everywhere. Are there 20 students in Group A?

Some of them knew each other like Lurii and Alma, but they didn't seem willing to slap their mouths in vain after hearing that army muddled speech, and they're all silent.

If you do that in front of that principal, you're going to get hit. Well, I think we can avoid it.

"The classroom is here. In a few moments, my teacher will be here, so please sit and wait until then."

Apparently, the pull teacher was not in charge.

We'll be left in the classroom waiting for our teacher.

I didn't know how long to wait, and when the subtle air started flowing into the classroom, the classroom door opened up in momentum.

And a man who came in momentum through the open door proclaimed in high spirits.

"I'm in this class, Eduardo. Best regards,"

... Is that it? Are you the principal here?

I've never heard of a headmaster taking a class. Is this normal in today's world?

"Oh. I know, but I'm the principal here. Sometimes I'm busy, so I have a deputy for that case. By the way, the idiot there is the deputy."

That said, the principal pointed to the man who had been following the principal a little behind him.

There are traces on your face that seem to have eaten some iron fist sanction... except for that, you look familiar somewhere.

"This guy is the kind of idiot who flaunts his exams on the way out and goes to buy a sword, but that's where the sword arms are. If you need anything when I'm gone, count on this guy."

I see. If you think it's a familiar face, is that the exam director then?

I ended up wondering if he could have bought a sword and I did an eye on his hips but apparently what he has is another sword.

Well, that sword I gave you should have had a price on it that would make eyeballs pop up, and is there any reason you can't buy it?

"And I have to apologize for one thing. There were some mistakes in what I said at the admissions ceremony."

Mistake? Actually, you're talking about the dead not having 10% mortality, but 10% survival?

"At the end of my speech, I said Mr. Hyoko, but I'm not accurate. This year's admissions are mixed with guys who obviously can't be called hiyoccos. I dare say who it is... well, you'll see."

That's what the principal laughed at when he looked at me.

I kind of feel like they're shooting at me.

Could it be that they resent the destruction of the school yard? I fixed it right away.

"By the way, my school also encourages teaching between students. If you have a guy that looks interesting, you should try to sell him in a fight. The quickest way to know each other's strengths."

... Can you say that's teaching-up?

Even I've been around in my last life, and I can tell there's something strange about communication going into boulders from fights.

"Well, unless you fall into class B, you guys are gonna throw a party a lot. You should introduce yourself. Rent out a battle training ground if you need it..."

I don't need it.

The voices of the minds of the whole class felt haunted.

... I mean, sometimes the class falls.