No matter when it was, vacations were an incredibly scarce resource. Shirou temporarily put aside his fishing enforcement and returned to Totsuki to prepare for something new—
The Autumn Election.
A preliminary competition to select the next generation of Elite Ten candidates.
Shirou had no interest in becoming one of the Elite Ten. Rather than joining Totsuki's decision-making ranks, he would rather fight Zerg.
The Dark Gate still needed a year to charge. Laputa had already been completed, but the Scourge engineering corps could not stop. Thirteen Naxxramas fortresses, intended to serve as escort ships, were being constructed at full speed.
Shirou thought about it. Having Laputa carry the undead would have been far too incongruous, so Naxxramas became the future home of the undead army.
—Two months earlier
"Ah, so peaceful!"
"Hey, Shirou, you brat climbed onto the roof again!" Grandma Fumio had already given up hope on the students under her care. Not a single one of them was normal!
"What's the problem, Grandma Fumio? Besides, being on the roof means I won't have to worry about Senior Isshiki lifting the ceiling."
"Uh... is that so?"
Satoshi Isshiki happened to be passing by with a hoe slung over his shoulder, still wearing that eye-searing loincloth. Shirou could not help complaining inwardly, It's not like he's Afu or D'Eon. Isn't dressing like that just ridiculous?
There were two kinds of perverts in the world. One was the kind with perverted behavior; the other was the kind whose perverted behavior became so familiar that everyone else got used to it. As it happened, Satoshi Isshiki belonged to the latter.
"Oh? Is that so? I understand." After taking a phone call, Grandma Fumio looked as though she had thought of something delightful. She kept laughing and simply could not stop.
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