Just now, she had run into a woman dressed in a black-and-white nun's habit who called herself a teacher. Despite the simple outfit, though, the woman had somehow seemed incredibly alluring and seductive. Maybe it was because certain parts of her were much bigger than hers?
Class was about to begin, and the desks were gradually filling up. The classroom was slowly coming alive, yet there was always a strange sense of discord.
"Morning, Kishinami. You cut it pretty close again today."
"Yeah..." Kishinami struck first, though she spoke casually. "I got absorbed in piecejournal. But unfortunately, I couldn't reach the top and become the game's champion. I couldn't be as amazing as a certain Mr. Matou, Number Two."
Shinji Matou opened his mouth, feeling as though his words had been choked off. All he could do was brush back his hair. "Kishinami, you really do know your place. We're friends, after all. Next time we play, I'll carry you."
Kishinami glanced at Shinji and silently sighed.
She had no idea how many times he had already said that, yet he was repeating it again.
He was clearly good-looking, and both his grades and gaming skills were enough to justify his arrogant boasts—he just could not read the room and had no tact whatsoever. Though plenty of girls liked him, there were also plenty of complaints about him behind his back.
"By the way, have you heard that rumor on piecejournal?"
Piecejournal, or PJ for short, was a massive European forum with all sorts of information, both true and false. Recently, one topic in particular had become popular: something called the Holy Grail War.
Magicians, and a Holy Grail capable of granting any wish.
"I think that thing is seriously cliché. No one even knows who's running it, and they