The Real Sect: I Originally Just Wanted to Be a Slacker

Sure enough, after scanning the classroom and confirming the headcount, he stood up from his seat, leaned slightly against the desk, and began speaking with a gentle expression.

"Everyone, may I have a moment? My name is Hirata Yosuke. For the next three years, we'll all be classmates. So I'd like to ask everyone to introduce themselves, and I hope we can quickly get along and become friends."

Sure enough, no matter the country, there's never a shortage of these sunny handsome guys. Or rather, every class seems to have one of them. For short, they're called Class Core Figures—people who can easily capture the attention of the class and serve as excellent leaders. So they're also called Leading Sheep. At the same time, within the group, there might also be roles like Visionary Eagle, Battle-Ready Wolf, Protruding Bird, Retreating Turtle, and so on.

As for Kamio Tatsuya's role? He sees himself as a Water-Paddling Fish—definitely not a Harmful Horse. And it seems there's more than one Class Core Figure like Hirata Yosuke in this class.

Kushida Kikyo, who had exchanged contact info with Kamio Tatsuya earlier, immediately stood up after Hirata Yosuke finished. "I'm Kushida Kikyo. Since none of my middle school friends came to this school with me, I'm all alone. I want to become friends with everyone here. Over these three years of high school, I want to create lots of memories with all of you, so please feel free to come talk to me. To achieve that goal, after everyone's introductions, please make sure to exchange contact info with me."

Whoa, impressive, impressive—wanting to become friends with everyone? What a daunting task. First, she says she has no middle school friends here, putting on a pitiful act at just the right moment, then uses that as a reason to state her goal. Young as she is, she sure knows how to talk in circles. Woman, I acknowledge you! And she's not just all talk—she's already taken action. The contact info saved on Kamio Tatsuya's phone is proof!

After speaking, she bowed to the class, then straightened up. For a moment, Kamio Tatsuya thought he saw her chest jiggle twice. He vaguely heard someone swallow. Hey hey, who's that uncouth? Good thing it wasn't me.

After Kushida Kikyo introduced herself, one of the two guys next to Kamio Tatsuya immediately raised his hand. "I'm next." The class didn't mind him cutting in line—there was no set order anyway. "My name is Yamauchi Haruki. In elementary school, I made it to the national tournament in table tennis. In middle school, I was the ace pitcher for the baseball team. But I got injured during a high school league game, and I'm still rehabbing. Nice to meet you."

Whoa, this guy's on the level of a Crouching Dragon—participating in a high school league during middle school? Hearing how impressive the guy next to him was, the shorter boy beside Yamauchi Haruki refused to be outdone. "I'm Ike Kanji. I like girls, hate handsome guys, and I'm always recruiting a girlfriend. Nice to meet you—preferably a cute girl or a beauty!"

As the saying goes, where there's a Crouching Dragon, there's bound to be a Fledgling Phoenix. Kamio Tatsuya didn't believe it before, but now he does—the evidence is right in front of him. However, Ike Kanji's speech seemed a bit too out there, causing an awkward silence in the class. To liven things up, Hirata looked toward Kamio Tatsuya, who was nearby.

Chapter 3: That's Right, I'm Kamio... Grandpa?

Noticing Hirata Yosuke's gaze, Kamio Tatsuya stood up on his own and began his introduction. "My name is Kamio Tatsuya. I just want to get through these three years of high school normally. My hobby is reading. Nice to meet you." Amidst sparse applause, Kamio Tatsuya sat back down. He had no desire to be popular, so this situation suited him just fine.

But you, the twin-tail girl in front—what's with that subtle shrug? Don't think I didn't notice you snickering! Is my name really that funny?

The introductions continued one after another, and soon it was the twin-tail girl's turn. "Um, hello everyone. My name is Wang Meiyu. I'm from the Summer Country. I came to Japan with my parents in elementary school..."

Ah, so she's a fellow countryman. So she must be making the connection from Kamio Tatsuya to Kamio Grandpa, right? Well, sure, Kamio Tatsuya has thought about that angle himself, but we're still strangers here—isn't that a bit rude? Still, if you actually called me Grandpa, I wouldn't be mad.

Well, Kamio Tatsuya certainly wouldn't get angry over something like that—he even found it a bit amusing. Just as his mind was wandering, a woman in a ladies' suit with a ponytail, looking like the ascetic type, walked in from the door. She clearly didn't look like a student—Kamio Tatsuya concluded immediately. What student looks that mature? Estimating... at least an E-cup. The form-fitting suit perfectly outlined her figure. Kamio Tatsuya had a sudden realization—was this the legendary pear-shaped figure? Hmm... her legs are a bit thin, so no, not quite.

While Kamio Tatsuya was lost in thought, the class had clearly noticed her as well. The self-introductions paused, and most people turned their gazes toward her.

This mature woman then began speaking on her own.

"Good morning, everyone. I am the homeroom teacher for Class D, Chabashira Sae, and I will also be teaching Japanese History."

That lazy voice was strangely captivating.

With this introduction from Chabashira-sensei, Kamio Tatsuya learned quite a bit.

For instance, classes wouldn't be reshuffled at the end of each school year. That meant these thirty-nine students would be his classmates for three years.

Oh, and the homeroom teacher too.

Also, the entrance ceremony was scheduled for about an hour later.

Hmm, not really interested. Annoying.

Just then, a student in front handed over a document, passed from the first row.

"These are the special rules of this school. Although they were already given to you during the earlier orientation, I'll go over them again just to be safe..."

This school required all students to live on campus, and during that time, except for special circumstances, contact with the outside world was prohibited. Kamio Tatsuya was very familiar with this document—it was exactly what had drawn him here in the first place.

Moreover, to keep students from feeling imprisoned, the campus was equipped with all sorts of facilities. Basic necessities like food, clothing, shelter, and medical care went without saying.

There were even cafes, karaoke, and other entertainment venues. According to the introduction, the total area was about six hundred thousand square meters.

That was larger than the university Kamio Tatsuya had attended in his previous life.

Of course, that had been a trash university, incomparable to prestigious schools—not just in faculty quality, but in campus size as well.

Still, a university was a university. Setting other matters aside, its student population couldn't be matched by this tiny high school.

After all, no matter how bad it was, it could accommodate tens of thousands of people—not something this school with only a dozen or so classes could rival.

On his way to the classroom earlier, he had already observed: there were four classes per grade, and each class likely had the same number of students—forty.

If every class had the same headcount, then the first grade's four classes totaled one hundred sixty students. By that logic, three grades would mean four hundred eighty students.

A mere four hundred eighty students occupying a six-hundred-thousand-square-meter campus—it was downright extravagant.

And although contact with the outside was prohibited, students could still access outside information. After all, they were here to study, not to serve a prison sentence.

So many network apps were usable, like blogs and such. However, being on campus, they could only receive outside information—they couldn't send anything out.

Beyond that, the most distinctive feature was something called the S System.

"Now take out the phones you received before enrollment—the ones mailed along with your admission letters. I assume no one was foolish enough to forget to bring them, right?"

The answer was obviously no. That had been an important item listed in the admission letter.

If someone really had forgotten to bring that phone, it would have been quite amusing.

Still, this teacher had a sharp tongue.

Following the teacher's instructions, the students pulled out their phones from pockets or bags.

"Open the pre-installed app—Student ID card. You can check your basic information there."

Following her directions, Kamio Tatsuya silently opened the Student ID on his phone.

Student ID: S01T004915

Name: Kamio Tatsuya

Birthday: October 2nd

Affiliation: High-Spec Cultivation High School

Private Points: 100,000 ppt

Huh?

Private Points?

What the hell is this?

And if there's "private," does that mean there's "non-private"?

What's the official term for non-private?

Public?

Kamio Tatsuya wasn't the only one who noticed this. Others saw it too, and some started whispering to each other, though no one understood what it meant.

"Private Points are the currency of this school. One point equals One Yen. Right now, your starting points should all be 100,000."

"One point equals One Yen?"

Many students exclaimed in surprise, some even showing excited expressions. For high schoolers with basically no income, this was no small sum.

"That's right, exactly as you understand it."

Chabashira-sensei smiled, but to Kamio Tatsuya, it seemed a bit strange.

So he raised his hand to ask.

"Um, Chabashira-sensei, how long are these points supposed to last us as living expenses?"

Although ten man yen worth of Points sounds like a lot, without knowing their purchasing power, it's better not to jump to conclusions.

Because if you go by Tokyo's cost of living... ten man yen, no matter how frugally you live, wouldn't last half a year.

Hm, half a year might even be an exaggeration.

So it's important to clarify this.

At this point, the students also snapped to—if these ten man Points had to stretch over three years, that would be a cruel joke.

"Don't worry. Points will be deposited into your accounts on the first of every month, just like these ten man Points."

That only excited the students more, their earlier concerns instantly thrown to the winds.

"Ten man Points every month? That's insane!"

"Enrolling in this school was definitely the right call!"

"Same here. I'm so glad I got into this school."

"This school evaluates students based on ability. Being admitted here already proves you have a certain level of capability, and the Points issued represent the school's assessment of you.

After you graduate, the school will reclaim these Points. Since they cannot be cashed out, don't hold back—use them freely. In this school, there's nothing Points can't buy."

Chapter 4: Main Quest and Side Quest

As nice as Chabashira Sae made it sound, the conditions were far too generous.

Kamio Tatsuya, who never believed in free lunches, had already begun doubting the truth of her words, while also confirming his earlier suspicion—this school was definitely shady.

Since he had doubts, he needed to ask. Speaking his mind was his ninja way!

But as the saying goes, the nail that sticks out gets hammered. Standing out too much would earn him grudges, so he'd wait for now. If no one else asked, then he'd stand up and inquire.