Transmigrated into You-Zitsu, Met Saint Kushida from the Start

Late April in Tokyo, the cherry blossoms were nearly finished.

Morning sunlight filtered through thin clouds onto the streets, the roadside trees dotted with pink-white petals. A breeze stirred, sending scattered petals drifting down like a gentle snowfall.

At the bus stop, several students in uniform stared at their phones, occasionally exchanging a few words.

Not far off, a bus bearing the logo of "Kodo Ikusei Senior High School" pulled up slowly, its body gleaming silver-white in the sunlight.

The doors opened, and students boarded one after another.

A black-haired boy followed at the back of the crowd, unhurriedly stepping onto the bus.

He looked sixteen or seventeen, with regular features and calm eyes, carrying a composure that belied his age.

His name was Yuto Tsukishima. He was a transmigrator. In his past life, he'd died while watching a pirated video—a miserable way to go.

He pulled out his student ID and hummed cheerfully:

Kodo Ikusei Senior High School.

100% advancement rate. 100% employment rate.

Sounded just like those vocational school slogans that couldn't attract students.

In the end, they either expelled the failures or shoved them into some factory.

Given this was a high school, the odds were they'd just weed out the underperformers, push some wolf-pack competition, social Darwinism, that sort of thing.

But he didn't really care: tuition was free during enrollment, the faculty was strong, and the facilities were top-notch.

More importantly, living on campus saved a ton of commute time, letting him focus on learning skills he was interested in.

Even if he couldn't graduate properly, it didn't matter.

He could just repeat a year at another school and still get into university.

As a freeloader, what could be more tempting than getting something for nothing?

The bus had been running for about twenty minutes, and the number of passengers gradually increased.

Students got on at every stop, and soon the bus was nearly full.

Just then, the bus stopped again, and the doors opened.

An old man with white hair tottered aboard, trembling.

He looked over seventy, leaning on a cane, unsteady on his feet.

He glanced around, found no empty seats, and gripped a handrail in the aisle.

The bus started moving, and the old man swayed, quickly tightening his hold on the rail.

"Um... could someone please give this elderly gentleman a seat?"

The voice was soft, tinged with a pleading tone.

Yuto Tsukishima looked toward the sound and saw a girl with a generous chest standing up.

"Please, he doesn't look well..."

She added, her voice carrying a note of urgency.

Yuto Tsukishima stood up and waved his hand. "Sit here."

The old man paused, then broke into a grateful smile.

"Ah, thank you, young man."

He shuffled over and sat down in the seat Yuto had vacated.

"Such a good kid... Not many young people like you these days."

Yuto smiled but said nothing.

"Thank you! You're really kind~"

Her voice was sweet, her smile genuine.

"My name is Kushida Kikyo. Looks like we'll be classmates from now on~"

Yuto nodded with a smile. "Just call me Tsukishima."

Kushida Kikyo. Why did that name sound so familiar?

They chatted idly for a while, and his gaze casually swept across the bus.

Huh... Why did he feel like he'd seen that pair somewhere before?

A cold-faced girl with long black hair, her aura reminiscent of a character from an anime he'd watched in his past life—Yukino Yukinoshita.

A handsome guy with a blank, expressionless look, kind of gloomy.

And now this broad-minded, squeaky-voiced girl he was talking to.

Why did this give him such a weird sense of déjà vu?

He quickly rifled through his memories, then decided to let it go.

Anyway, it had nothing to do with him, the freeloader.

A few more minutes passed, and the bus finally arrived at the school gate.

First, he needed to check his class assignment.

This school used letters to divide classes—A, B, C, and D.

Tsukishima glanced at his class: D.

By the time he reached the classroom, quite a few people were already seated, chatting in small groups.

Kushida Kikyo was laughing and talking with a few girls, her bright laughter drawing the attention of many boys.

"Tsukishima-kun!"

Kushida spotted him and immediately waved, "Come sit here!"

Yuto Tsukishima went along with it.

"Then I'll take you up on that."

He walked over and sat down in the seat next to Kushida.

"Tsukishima-kun is such a nice person—you were the first to give up your seat on the bus too," Kushida said with a smile. "People like you are rare these days."

Yuto Tsukishima waved his hand dismissively. "It was just a seat."

"Haha, Tsukishima-kun is so modest~"

As the two chatted, the classroom door slid open again.

The homeroom teacher walked in.

She looked to be around thirty, with long chestnut hair and a figure... well, quite impressive.

She stepped up to the podium, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote her name on the blackboard.

"Hello everyone, I'm your homeroom teacher, Sae Chabashira."

Her voice was calm, but her eyes carried a sharp edge. After the introduction, she began explaining the school's rules and regulations.

Basically, the school's universal currency was [Points], with 100,000 given free each month. No leaking school information to outsiders, meritocracy above all, and so on.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. 100,000 a month—if there wasn't a catch, he'd eat his words on the spot!

He figured there were probably hidden assessments, with deductions for failing to meet standards.

There might even be some kind of competition mechanism—like a fixed pool of points per grade, taking from the poor performers and giving to the high achievers as rewards.

Or maybe points were based on monthly exam scores: normal distribution above the average line, deductions below it, and expulsion if you ran out.

Still, freeloading 100,000 wasn't bad. He was confident in his academic performance anyway.

The homeroom teacher left, and the classroom erupted.

The classroom instantly exploded into chaos.

"Whoa! 100,000 points a month! That's like 100,000 yen!"

"We can buy whatever we want! This school is amazing!"

"Let's go, let's check out the campus store!"

"Everyone, quiet down..."

A boy stood up, clapped his hands, and drew the attention of the whole class, starting to organize self-introductions.

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, Suzune Horikita...

Byd, where the hell did I end up?

So I've transmigrated into an anime, huh.

Wait, what was this anime about again?

He hadn't actually watched it—only heard of it. Apparently, the protagonist was grouped with Hachiman Hikigaya and others as the [Four School Kings]. The reason he only mentioned Hachiman Hikigaya was because that was the only one he'd seen...

Wasn't the main character supposed to be some kind of robot?

Tsukishima thought for a moment, then gave up. What did it matter if it was an anime or not?

He was just a background character and a freeloader anyway.

Tsukishima rested his head on the desk, watching a red-haired boy storm out of the room. He had no idea how a simple self-introduction could touch someone's soul like that. Couldn't figure it out, no matter how he tried.