The Power Supremacy Classroom Backed by Black Technology Chapter 1

Classroom of the Elite Backed by Black Technology

Author: Seventh Movement

Introduction:

Due to unknown reasons, he arrived in a parallel world Japan, accidentally occupying the body of a prospective high school student who had died unexpectedly. He did not inherit any memories, yet the first dilemma he faced upon arrival was that he couldn't speak the language...

Just as he was unable to communicate with his family, a heavenly voice rang out: Black Technology System activated, starting item Translation Konjac has been issued.

This is the story of a person with above-average intelligence and almost zero combat ability in the Classroom of the Elite.

First Year, First Semester

Chapter 1: Black Technology · Translation Konjac

Shuichi Kanda, 15 years old, junior high graduate, prospective high school student.

At this moment, Shuichi Kanda sat on the hospital bed, staring at the cherry blossoms that had just bloomed outside the window with a calm heart. He was even a bit bewildered by the arguing coming from outside the door.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing, and where is this place?

Ever since he woke up, Shuichi Kanda had been in this state.

There was no doubt about it; he had transmigrated. Furthermore, he hadn't inherited the original owner's memories. Listening to the arguing outside the door, the fragmented knowledge from his past life told him that it was Japanese.

Yet, this language that sounded so familiar—he couldn't understand it. He knew it was Japanese, but he couldn't comprehend a word.

Listening to the voices at the door gradually subside, Shuichi Kanda grew increasingly panicked. What do I do? What do I do? If they ask me something in a moment, what should I do?

Just as Shuichi Kanda was at his wit's end regarding his current situation, a pleasant voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Black Technology System activated. Starting item, Translation Konjac, has been issued. Do you wish to claim it?"

Claim! Definitely claim it!

Following his subconscious reaction, before Shuichi Kanda could think further, he felt a slight weight in his hand. A gray, palm-sized object shaped like a bar of soap was lying there quietly.

Translation Konjac—Shuichi Kanda was very familiar with this item.

Usage: Consume it. As long as you eat it, you can understand all strange languages, whether they are foreign or even extraterrestrial, and you can communicate using them as well.

Not only that, but this effect applied not just to speech, but to written text as well.

The sound of footsteps drawing closer didn't allow Shuichi Kanda any more time to think; he picked up the Translation Konjac and shoved it into his mouth.

Hmm, it's soft, the texture is quite good, just like jelly, and it even has a hint of sweetness.

After Shuichi Kanda repositioned himself and resumed his previous posture, the hospital room door was knocked twice, and then several people walked in. Aside from a middle-aged man and woman, there was also an old man with a sour expression.

These must be relatives of the Kanda Family, though I don't know how close the relationship is.

"Shuichi, can you still not remember anything?"

The woman, who looked very kind-faced, walked to the bedside and asked.

"I'm sorry..."

Regarding this, Shuichi Kanda had nothing else to say; after all, he truly couldn't remember anything.

Moreover, Japanese—it was Japanese! He didn't know how it happened, but the words that came out of his mouth had turned into Japanese!

Seeing this, the woman could only sigh helplessly before stepping back.

Shuichi Kanda wasn't surprised that she knew about his amnesia. Although he was seeing these three people for the first time, he had already been asked many questions by the doctor, so he could roughly guess his current situation.

"Hmph! I don't care if you really can't remember or if you're just faking it, don't you dare expect the Kanda Family to continue taking in a jinx like you!"

Just as the woman stepped back, the old man emerged from behind and spoke to Shuichi Kanda viciously.

At this, Shuichi Kanda frowned.

"May I ask who you are?"

"You! You..."

Seeing this, the old man seemed to become even more furious. But looking at Shuichi Kanda's expression, he only pointed a trembling index finger at him, unable to say anything else after stuttering for a long time.

"Father, please calm down." The middle-aged man hurried over to support the old man, who looked as if his heart condition was about to flare up again.

The woman also quickly stepped forward to explain: "Shuichi, this is your foster parents' biological father."

Hearing this, Shuichi Kanda understood immediately, and at the same time, he realized why the man had such an attitude.

It was natural to feel grief when a parent outlives their child, especially when the man felt that he had cursed his son to death.

To be honest, the only reason he hadn't attacked him directly was out of consideration for him being a patient.

"Please, accept my condolences..."

Shuichi Kanda, truly not knowing what else to say, finally spat out those words.

Soon, the room fell silent.

"Kyoji, I'm taking Father out for some air. As for Shuichi..."

The woman helped the old man up, gave instructions to the middle-aged man beside her, and then left the room.

Listening to the footsteps fading away outside the door, the man named Kyoji coughed lightly and then revealed the true purpose of their visit.

And inside the hospital room, Shuichi Kanda finally understood why he was lying in the hospital.

Half a year ago, while on a seaside trip with his foster family, they were struck by a sudden tsunami. His foster parents died on the spot, and he himself fell into a coma for nearly six months due to a delay in rescue, only just waking up.

Because of this incident, the relatives of the Kanda Family refused to take in the still-underage Shuichi Kanda. In their eyes, Shuichi Kanda was a jinx; not only had he been abandoned by his biological parents, but even the foster parents who had kindly taken him in had been cursed to death by him.

It made sense, too. For a tsunami to suddenly appear on an otherwise calm sea—calling it the wrath of the gods was no exaggeration. To a jinx like him, it was only natural that no one in the god-fearing Kanda Family was willing to adopt him.

The three of them had come today specifically to handle this matter.

The man was named Kyoji Kanda, the older brother of his foster father and the current head of the Kanda Family.

"Sakurare will be raised by the main family..."

"Sakurare is?"

"Kyoya's daughter. She counts as your younger sister."

So I have a younger sister? I wonder how old she is.

Shuichi Kanda listened while nodding, signaling that he understood.

"As for you, I have arranged for you to attend a closed, full-boarding high school. You needn't worry about tuition; as long as you put in the effort, you can still live a good life in the future."

Watching Kyoji Kanda hand over a document bag, Shuichi Kanda took it and pulled out an admission letter.

'Student Shuichi Kanda, you have been accepted into [Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School]. Please report to the school before nine o'clock on the morning of the opening day. Late arrivals will not be admitted under any circumstances.'

In addition to the admission letter, the bag contained a booklet of guidelines regarding the school.

"There is one week left until school starts. Stay in the hospital for rehabilitation during this time, and I will have your uniform and necessary items sent over later."

This was merely a unilateral notification; Shuichi Kanda had no right to refuse.

After Kyoji Kanda left, Shuichi Kanda let out a silent sigh of relief.

Although this behavior seemed incredibly overbearing, to Shuichi Kanda, this was a perfect start.

He had originally been worried that since he hadn't inherited the memories of the original owner after transmigrating, he might be exposed by those familiar with him. But this had solved that problem instantly.

This way, not only would he avoid facing unfamiliar family members, but it also gave Shuichi Kanda enough time to understand this world.

With a system backing him, who knew what the results would be in three years?

Chapter 2: Shuichi Kanda on the Road

After Kyoji Kanda left, Shuichi Kanda began his physical rehabilitation with the help of a nurse. After all, having lain in bed for half a year, his body was somewhat unresponsive.

Although this week did not make Shuichi Kanda's body as healthy as an ordinary person's, there should be no problem with normal activities; he just appeared very weak compared to the average person.

During this week, no one from the Kanda Family appeared again, only sending someone to deliver Shuichi Kanda's identification, enrollment documents, and school uniform.

The uniform fit well, and the documents were complete. It seemed the Kanda Family had known he had woken up for a while, but only came yesterday.

Moreover, it had only been three days since he woke up, and they had already finalized the enrollment procedures. After reading the school's introduction, Shuichi Kanda could only say that the Kanda Family's influence seemed quite vast.

To be able to shove someone into such a special school so close to the start of the term was truly impressive.

The week passed quickly, and the rehabilitation went quite smoothly. Being a young man, Shuichi Kanda had already fully regained control of his body.

The only regret was that the system seemed to have encountered some kind of error.

On the day school started, Shuichi Kanda put on the school uniform. The striking red blazer and tie, paired with his somewhat pale face, gave him a sickly, handsome look.

It was just those dark green trousers that Shuichi Kanda couldn't quite accept. Damn it, they were ugly as hell!

After some fussing, Shuichi Kanda finally boarded the bus to school.

Because he didn't board too late, Shuichi Kanda successfully snagged the last seat on the bus—a priority seat, equivalent to the seats reserved for the elderly, weak, sick, disabled, or pregnant.

The current Shuichi Kanda felt no shame sitting there; after all, he really was weak, yes!

As the bus continued, the number of people on board gradually increased. While not as exaggerated as a sardine can, it was definitely packed.

Shuichi Kanda also noticed that most of the people boarding were wearing the same uniform as him, both boys and girls; their identities were self-evident.

Just as Shuichi Kanda was sitting quietly in his seat waiting for the bus to arrive at his stop, a reprimand rang out in his ear.

"Don't you think you should give up your seat?"

The voice, coming from right beside him, startled him. Subconsciously, he looked up toward the source of the sound.

Wow, what massive "evil"!

Leaning back slightly, Shuichi Kanda finally saw the full picture of the person speaking: a random office worker, not even a student of the school.

Damn, what a busybody. Shuichi Kanda didn't even want to bother with her, but not wanting to be looked down upon, he lazily looked up with a faint, ambiguous smile on his lips.

"Why must I be the one to give up my seat?"

"What do you mean 'why'? Isn't that a priority seat? Isn't it something even elementary school students know—that you should give up priority seats to those older than you?"

"You're taking things out of context. Priority seats are set up to meet the needs of special groups like the disabled and the elderly, not specifically for the elderly. You're just swapping concepts, Obasan." Shuichi Kanda held up his index finger, shaking it from side to side as he retorted to the woman in front of him.

"O-O-Obasan? Who's an Obasan? I'm only 23 years old!"

With a single sentence, Shuichi Kanda shattered the composure of the office lady in front of him, her eyes gradually turning fierce.

It was true; the age gap between them was at most ten years, and she had even put on beautiful makeup before heading out today, only to be called an "Obasan" to her face by a high schooler.

The damage wasn't high, but the insult was critical.

Seeing the situation gradually spiraling into absurdity and heading toward an uncontrollable outcome, the girl standing to the front-right of Shuichi Kanda, wearing the same uniform as him, hurriedly spoke up to change the subject.

"But you just admitted that priority seats are meant for the elderly and those with special needs, right? So, according to your own logic, shouldn't you give up your seat for this grandmother right now?"

After finishing these words with a persuasive tone, the girl flashed a sweet smile at Shuichi Kanda. If he were an average fifteen-year-old boy, he would likely have blushed, stood up, and surrendered immediately.

However, Shuichi Kanda didn't fall for that routine. He wasn't angry, either; he had said what he said on purpose, specifically waiting for someone to jump into the trap he had laid. Since someone was looking to be scolded, he couldn't possibly let her expectations go to waste.

After giving her a once-over, he smiled again: "Then why haven't you considered the possibility that I am part of that special needs group? Given how crowded this bus is, if I were truly feeling unwell, and an accident happened to me because I gave up my seat for this grandmother, would you be able to take responsibility for my life?"

The fact that Shuichi Kanda had instantly escalated the issue to the level of one's entire life caught the people around them off guard. It wasn't just them; the other passengers on the bus seemed to be drawn in by his words as well.

Some felt he had a point, while others thought he was being overly dramatic.

The female classmate who had been trying to persuade him to give up his seat seemed stunned, and awkward smiles began to appear on the faces of those around them.

The middle-aged woman on the other side seemed to want to say something more, but the grandmother, seemingly not wanting to make a scene, quickly tugged on her sleeve: "Forget it, forget it."

Seeing that they had nothing more to say, Shuichi Kanda wiped the smile from his face, took out his Bluetooth earbuds, and put them on, clearly signaling that he had no intention of engaging with them any further.

Listening to the music in his earbuds, Shuichi Kanda began to close his eyes and rest, and thus, this farce came to an anticlimactic end.