Right after accompanying his student Sana and his injured student, Akihiko, to the infirmary, Basara had left the scene to go to a certain place.

The infirmary room stayed at the top of block C and the place where Basara wanted to stop by stood at the top of another block, coincidentally.

Since it was break time now, Basara had decided to take this chance to make his presence be known yet as he descended down the staircases, several female students couldn't help but be stunned when his youthful debonair posture marked its existence onto the scene.

"Who is he? Is he new in school? I never saw him..."

"He's hot though..."

Basara never for once in his whole life had looked down. He truly has a personal belief that people that look down are weak and thus, he only either looks forward or up, which gives him a sense of fearlessness.

This astonishing bravery would certainly attract the attention of several girls who were idly spending their break time randomly talking.

In addition, Basara would greet them with a simple gesture or even if they got close, he would just reply with the proper answer to them despite his lack of caring for what they actually thought of him.

Because, something that these girls did not know about Basara, was that, in contrast to his marvelous dominating and fierce posture, he was a teacher.

A few days ago in the month of February, Basara had officially hit the age of 22 yet it was purely rare to see such a young man become a teacher this young.

Although rare, it wasn't impossible.

"What a pain..." Said Basara as he firmly arranged his loose tie knot.

Basara has a bad habit of letting his tie a bit loose because he dislikes the pressure it puts on his skin, which sometimes, would turn out to be irritating.

Furthermore, Basara thought to himself that he should contact his companion Yuka first, but he quickly changed his mind in a flash.

As he walked out of the block, he looked at his pricy gold watch on his right wrist to check the time.

"They must've already started it, which means that right now isn't the best time to intervene. That's fine though. That just makes this move the best one in course."

Thus, Basara went to the previous block A, where he had willingly humiliated Rodrick, the responsible guard for block A.

Subsequently, as soon as Basara stepped on the shimmering ground of block A, his loud footsteps inside the block made the forward hall echo loudly.

He had noticed one thing too, the previous student who was in the scenario where Basara had encountered Rodrick, Sana, and Akihiko was gone.

But, that wasn't relevant to him at all.

Once again, he was greeted with multiple gazes who spoke numerous opinions of him right away.

Seeing a figure not wearing a uniform was totally strange because, in this school, even teachers had to use their respective uniforms. Not to mention, students were always obliged to be wearing their own uniforms.

A certain group of rebellious boys attempted to approach him but as soon as their gaze met up with Basara's they immediately aborted their possible endeavor.

Nevertheless, Basara had use for them right now and asked them a question.

"Where is the principal's office?"

"Are you a student here? Don't you know that you need a uniform? Can someone call Rodrick? Ahh... The Principal's office is right at the top..."

This not relevant student despite being intimidated by Basara attempted to pursue a valiant act by showing how bossy he could be but in the end, he ended up giving Basara what he wanted.

Plus, he was wondering where Rodrick, the guard of this block was.

"Thanks."

Giving a simple word of retribution, Basara continued to move forward and kept on climbing the staircases to the top.

"Hey.....! Didn't you hear what I just s.......ay....?"

This student wanted to keep on talking to him and reprehend him, but his words were not fazing Basara at all.

Not because Basara was rigid or uptight but because Basara refused to care about something as trivial as someone else's words unless they concerned his duty.

On one floor at the time, Basara had arrived at the desired location.

In this singular floor, stood only one door, which was right in front of the uprising staircase Basara had just climbed.

That massive tall door was noticeably decorated with hard silver steel and in the middle of it, there was a border saying 'Principal's Office', which to Basara, was reassuring since now he was definitely in the right position.

Of course, no student would dare to climb this high unless they wanted to receive punishment.

Ultimately, Basara knocked on the door slowly yet loud enough to be heard on this aloof floor.

"Come in."

Without asking who it was, a stern and deep strong voice answered Basara's knocking.

To this man who had just answered Basara indirectly and unknowingly, this was common. Whether he liked it or not, complaints and misconduct in school was something that was natural. Therefore, this was nothing more than his agenda.

Nevertheless, Basara opened the heavy door and made his stance to the man who didn't even pay attention to him.

"Excuse me."

Closing the door, Basara made his presence be noticed by this man who wore glasses and his most noticeable feature was without a doubt his bald head.

His black suit resembled similarities to Basara's tuxedo, however, to contrast Basara's red tie, this man wore a blue tie instead.

To notice Basara who had just entered this dark room, which was supported by the minimum daylight from what the blinds half closed allowed to infiltrate this room, he had to stop doing his paperwork and additionally stop clicking on his computer for that to happen.

"Forgive my rudeness, but who are you? And why aren't you, a student from this school, wearing your obligatory uniform?"

Confronted by a sudden barrage of questions, Basara proceed to swiftly erase further possible misunderstandings.

After all, despite being a teacher in this school, this was the very first time that these two had crossed each other.

"I'm not a student from this school. I'm a teacher."

"I see. Even so, why aren't you wearing your respective uniform? Also, what class are you teaching, teacher?"

In the principal's mind, it made no sense at all for a teacher who is under the duty of teaching to be wearing a casual black tuxedo like that.

That alone alerted the principal who was seated on his massive chair, which was by far, way taller than his current posture's height.

"I teach class F."

At that moment, the principal realized his wrong assumptions and strongly stood up from his massive chair to apologize.

"My! My deepest apologies!"

"No, it's no problem at all. It's perfectly natural to ask someone those questions, especially when that person is wearing a black tuxedo which contradicts the respective teachers' uniforms. I should have made it clear from the start that I was teaching class F. My apologies on that regard."

Without allowing the apology segment to be one-sided, Basara bowed down to the principal who was frustrated over his misassumptions.

"Please, have a seat! I will make some tea!"

"That would be very much appreciated."

Even though Basara had just apologized, he felt that it would be bad-mannered of him to deny the kind act from the principal who just apologized on his own behalf, thus he took a seat instantly.

Meanwhile, the nervous bald principal was occupied preparing a tea for the sudden guest.

"I suppose I haven't properly introduced myself. My name is Basara Tenma. I am one of the teachers of class F, a partial class that holds no common ground from the rest of the classes in this school. As for the reason as to why I'm not wearing a uniform, it's because in my protocol it says nothing of that sort. Therefore, I would like you not to think that I am disrespecting your code or anything like that. I simply like tuxedos. They give me a great sense of wellbeing."

This was a surprise to the principal since he didn't think that someone as young as Basara had common sense regarding fashion. For a second, he reflected on his own old-fashioned way of thinking and that perhaps judging people from the eye was something he would do a lot.

"I couldn't agree more, Basara! Or do you prefer if I call you Tenma?"

"Whichever you prefer. Pardon me, but I would like to know your name."

Basara didn't have a specific preference to his name in this situation since it was important for him to make this conversation worthwhile.

"My name is Yamato. I would also like to apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I just simply thought to myself that you were a student since you look so youthful."

"It's alright, I get that a lot. And besides, I'm even surprised that I am teaching a class in the first place."

"Why?"

Principal Yamato was awfully curious about why Basara had mentioned such thing and couldn't help but to ask regardless of how personal it might be.

The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

"As you might know, the class I teach isn't your average class. Or, were you simply not aware, Yamato?"

While a common interpretation of calling someone like principal Yamato by his name is called disrespect, Basara truly didn't mean to do approach the field of disrespect and was, instead, showing genuineness in response.

"Yes, I am aware. As a matter of fact, it doesn't leave my mind. You teach a class full of criminals, correct?"

"That is the case. Essentially, all I can tell you is that this task was suddenly forced onto me."

"I see, Basara. It must be hard for you to teach a class full of people who have criminal records, is it not?"

Midst this subtle conversation, Yamato had handled out the teacup full of tea to Basara, who put it down on the principal's desk bay.

"Thank you. No, it's not hard. But they are certainly rebellious yet so far, they haven't done anything out of the ordinary, which is surprising considering that they have criminal records. Under my own understanding, this could symbolize maturity from their part."

"Or maybe they are just behaving properly while hiding their true personas."

Fiercely intercepting Basara's opinion, Yamato cut to the chase.

"That might be the case. But nonetheless, they are a troublesome bunch."

"Indeed they are, Basara. Don't you think it's necessary to make sure that they stay in order and don't destroy the peace of this school?"

Basara had noticed that Yamato's tone was getting slightly sharper yet he remained unfazed despite that.

"True. If criminals go on a sudden rampage, then the damage can be spread widely without having any possible way to counterattack."

"I am glad that you understand. I'm also aware that your students are all subjects of a program that the government suggested."

"You were the one who accepted the program, correct?"

"That is true, Basara. Without my consent, they would not be present in this school in the first place."

"If it's not too much to ask, may I ask why you accept such a direful task? It surely must've crossed your mind that keeping the likes of criminals in your school could bear a strong danger for your students."

Taking a sip of his hot tea, Basara swallowed down a few after posing that interesting question.

Accordingly, if one wanted to keep peace in check, there should be an ulterior reason or motive as to why someone would bother to be apart of this, even if the government was the one who suggested it in the first place.

After hearing that question, Yamato went to check the outside view from his window's blinds. There, he saw students interacting happily with one another, idly spending the break time they had with each other.

Simultaneously, that provoked a smile to Yamato.

"Beautiful, is it not?"

"...What is?"

Confused by Yamato's vague words, Basara could only assume that he was referring to the scenery outside yet a hunch told Basara that there might be something more.

"Peace. I like peace. But, you know what I like the most? Something that even far surpasses peace? Success. From where I once stood and where I stand now, the road to success is never easy. Basara, I'm sure you have noticed, but this is an elite school. Every student here, under my guidance, will ultimately achieve abundant success in their upcoming years of life."

As the principal spoke, not in Basara's direction, but to where he was looking through the window, Basara continued to take a sip of his warm tea, since he rightfully assumed that he was not done with his speech.

"On the other hand, it's crucial and important for every student to take their school years seriously. What they fail to perceive and wrongly discard is their future in exchange for their youthful experiences. That itself is wrong and so, it must be corrected. But, how can I achieve correction? After all my years of being the principal of this well and successful school, I thought to myself that maybe there was something more. Something else missing. A lost piece of the puzzle. An unknown substance. This fragment of cryptic origins, just what is it that I am looking for exactly? What can I possibly gather from all of this to complete my ambition of success and pass it on to my students?"

Basara continued to stay silent in spite of all.

"That's when it happened! I saw a glimpse of a new opportunity! From my vast experience, I know that to show how to achieve success there is a necessity. That necessity being, to demonstrate rightfully how to be superior enough to abolish any inferiority that stands in their way. Ultimately, I realized the major flaw that I have been doing all these years. By completing their years of study and follow to the road of success, they were missing an essential part of success, which is the ability to conquer!"

Although he knew that his timing wasn't correct, Basara decided to voice his opinion to Yamato, who was triumphally speaking about his ideals.

"Are you potentially suggesting that as soon as a governmental force proposed to you this program that it was then that you saw a glimpse of this opportunity?"

Yamato, unable to contain his inner excitement, turned around and faced Basara while clapping.

"Bravo, monsieur Tenma. That's exactly it. As soon as the government proposed this dire yet rare opportunity, I thought to myself that this wasn't a coincidence. That after all these years, that God spoke to me out loud and granted me the task of making the best usage of this."

Amidst this, Basara continued taking small sips of the still-warm tea.

"Criminals and average students co-existing in the same common ground. How ludicrous is that? No way am I exposing my own beloved students to this peril! Absolutely out of the question! .....Were my naive thoughts back then, but after some thinking, I realized just how unique this chance is. Wouldn't you say that if my students are able to stay in the same common ground as criminals that they will be granted the power of fearlessness, Basara?"

"It's still pretty dangerous regardless. If they didn't have to follow a protocol nor if they were granted freedom in reward for their good behavior, who knows what they might've done. You might've just exposed your students to plenty of unnecessary danger."

But that thought didn't stop Yamato from speaking his true mind.

"I know, right!? If my students are exposed to such danger then they will grow to be afraid and could just not desire to attend school at all. That would certainly be possible if this was an average school, but that's not the case, is it now? Every student is forced to attend every class without any sort of complaint possible. Unless it's a physical injury or just something that would put any student out of commission. Yet, psychological cases will be overlooked. I specifically made that possible by altering that rule. Wanna know why? Because they need to feel fear to evolve."

"But my students will not interact with yours as long as they stay in the line. They have to follow plenty of rules and one of the primary ones is to not verbally interact with any other students except the ones from their own class."

Yamato looked deeply into Basara's eyes and took a seat on his chair once again.

He relaxed his back and presented a lax posture in front of Basara, who had just said his opinion on the current matter.

"To tell you the truth... I hate that rule. It doesn't make much sense to me."

"What?"

Basara could not hide his surprise and remained puzzled between the interval of Yamato's answer and his own interrogation.

"Surely, it makes sense. Your students need some sort of restraint and according to the program, the main premise is to morally reform them. But that's completely unnecessary. Why you may ask? Because it's partially affecting the growth of my own students. As I've already explained, I accepted the government's program because the co-existence between my own students and the respective criminals will entice a new experience. Under my understanding, it is the very formula to the success that they must achieve, correctly. That's why it doesn't make much sense to me since it's taking away my plan entirely."

Considerably, throughout all of this, Basara was refusing to speak his own mind on the subject and was plausibly listening to every single word that Yamato was uttering in maximum detail.

"Plus, what's the harm? What are they going to do anyway? Threatening someone? They can't because that will immediately get them expelled from this school."

"Ah, that's not how it works. The only ones responsible for them are me and my companion. I'm not saying your reasoning is wrong, but it won't work. Although, not to worry, I can understand where you are coming from."

This slightly angered Yamato, who used his middle finger to adjust his shiny glasses in the meantime.

Nonetheless, Yamato conducted himself professionally.

"I suppose you are right, Basara. Although they are in my school, they are not, ironically, my responsibility. The government must've placed a fair share of responsibility on you and your companion, right?"

"I can't deny that. After all, we are the only ones who are responsible for them."

"That is the case."

At last, the conversation had hit a brick point.

It seemed that at last, both sides wanted to get to one thing straight and so, Yamato took the first move.

"It seems I unwillingly dragged on the conversation and that it turned into a stagnant direction. Allow me to compensate for that. Basara, today, what brings you here?"

What had been avoided for a while was the reason why Basara was here in the first place.

Mostly due to both sides delaying it long enough to be this way.

"I'll be blunt about it. Two of my students, who you met up earlier, were in a dire situation just a while ago. As a matter of fact, I had to take Akihiko, to the infirmary."

"Goodness, what happened!? Is that young man alright?"

"He certainly isn't and for a good reason. I would like to report this block's guard, Rodrick Mattew, for not only attempting to strike down violently Sana, one of my students but for being suspect of directly harming Akihiko, yet another one of my students."

Yamato was showing visible shock.

He could not stand the fact that someone in his school got hurt, especially when one of his most entrusted guardians was potentially responsible for that.

"This might be insensitive from me and I would like to prematurely apologize for that, but you do have evidence, correct, Basara?"

"Certainly. Every corner of block A has multiple security cameras and just by checking them you can confirm what I just said. You do have access to them, don't you?"

"Of course, Basara. Can you come to my side? I will show you right away."

"I'm grateful."

Getting up from his seat, Basara stood at the left side of Yamato, who immediately showed him all the footage from the cameras of block A.

"When did it happen, do you know?"

"I don't. However, assuming that it happened firmly after I sent those two here, then it must've happened between the time where you dismissed them and 10:45 am, which was the time I caught this block's guard misconducting himself. Therefore, around 10:20, perhaps."

"Let's see..."

Quickly backtracking the time in the security cameras, a certain angle caught Yamato's attention right away.

In response, his jaw dropped a few centimeters.

"My god... I... I didn't know..."

Inside that footage, Akihiko was being dragged out by Rodrick, the block A guardian, to the outside parameter where he started to receive a massive beating from other students as well.

"Sorry, but I would like to report all of those students too. It's against the rules to beat someone up, regardless of the circumstances, correct?"

"Y-Yes, of course! They will receive an immediate suspension and will reflect on their horrible behavior! I will additionally fire Rodrick for misconducting himself this badly! I am so sorry! I just don't understand why they would do this in the first place..."

At that moment, Basara gazed upon the trembling figure of Yamato who was despairing.

"According to Rodrick, one of my students broke the rule of interaction and that triggered the whole event. Naturally, I will give the respective student the respective consequences. My companion is partially at fault and I am as well. They need to be instructed in a more severe manner, otherwise, this will keep on happening."

"Goodness, this is just... terrible. Once again, I am so sorry..."

"There is no need to apologize. That was all that I wanted to say and I am happy that the ones responsible for Akihiko's condition will receive their appropriate treatment."

"Naturally, of course. This cannot be overlooked. I'm just... shocked. I didn't expect an outrageous event of this scale! This massive violence being inflicted on one student alone deserves to be thoroughly investigated, wouldn't you say?"

Basara was glad that this event was being received the way it should be.

He also knew that he would have to contact the respective homeroom teacher of class F for one simple reason.

"I agree. I will handle my responsibility, but I would just like you to handle this swiftly, principal Yamato."

"Yes, of course. This is unforgivable. Events like this were never overlooked and they will not be overlooked now. The respective consequences will be applied to the ones in the scene. I thank you, Basara. Without your reports, I might've missed this subtle information and once again, allow me to apologize."

Since Basara was done talking, he had turned his back onto the principal who was bowing down rigidly to Basara, who was just about to leave.

"I'll be taking my leave then. I'm profoundly grateful for your time, principal Yamato."

"It is my pleasure and obligation."

Everything that Basara wanted to confirm was set and done.

Except for one single thing. The sole purpose of this endeavor, which he knew that would most likely amount to nothing, was lingering on the back of his mind.

And so, just as he was about to place his right firm hand onto the door's lock, Basara reluctantly but intentionally stopped his movement.

Noticing this, Yamato couldn't help but be confused.

"There is just this last thing... I didn't want to ask this because it might be bad manners from my behalf, but..."

"What is it?"

Looking at Yamoto one last time, Basara went on.

"I heard something funny from Rodrick. While I interrogated him, he said something... amusing."

While saying the word 'amusing', Basara was touching his chin, for reasons only he knew.

"Obviously, I asked him why he did what he did, but it just didn't make any sense to me. Why would he, knowing that beating a student up would lead to getting fired and more consequences so to come, commit anyway? I also noticed that his mind was in a questionable place. And that was when... He mentioned it. That it was your order, to beat my student up."

"What? That's preposterous! I would never harm a student, regardless of it being a criminal or not."

"I know. I was just confirming. Plus, he seemed to be out of his mind, so blaming you would be a convenient thing to do."

"Basara, do you think that I would do such a thing?!"

"No. I just found his choice of words interesting, that's all."

Not having any more reason to be there, Basara left the scene.

As soon as he closed the door, he took out his phone to contact a certain person.

Since all students were in class by now, there was no one to spot him descending down the staircases.

Soon, after roughly 3 seconds, the individual picked up.

"This is rare, you nev-"

"Have you started class yet?"

"I have... Why?"

"I want you to go to the infirmary in block C. There, Akihiko, is recovering. He is injured. Go and talk to him. Also, if you see Sana, then additionally talk to her."

"Where are you?"

"I don't see how that's relevant, Yuka. Just get on with it. I'm hanging."

"Eh!? But wh-"

With lighting speed, Basara ended the call right away and muttered the following words to himself:

"What is happening..."