It’s too peaceful...
Mayumi stared up at the ceiling, reclining in her ergonomic chair, lost in thought.
Way too peaceful...
She cast a wary glance at the doorway, half-expecting Tsukune and his newly assembled harem to barge in at any second. She still marveled at the sheer amount of luck — and trouble — the kid seemed to attract.
But with the door still firmly shut, Mayumi let herself return to the peaceful art of ceiling-watching—
“Nurse!” A loud voice boomed through the room as the clinic door flew open.
Before the intruder could take another step, a flurry of white bandages materialized out of thin air, instantly wrapping around him in a tight cocoon.
“Wha—” he managed to choke out before being completely muffled by the bandages.
Mayumi sighed, canceling the spell she’d set as a trap for Tsukune. The bandages released, and the cocooned figure collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air.
Hermann staggered to his feet, sputtering, “W-What the hell was that?”
“Sorry,” Mayumi replied nonchalantly, “thought you were someone else.”
Hermann groaned and steadied himself. “Nurse, there are a lot of injured students outside.”
“So?” she replied, feeling a headache already brewing. “Bring them in, then.”
Hermann hesitated, looking a little sheepish.
Mayumi shot him a deadpan stare before muttering a spell. A summoned skeleton appeared, fully animated and ready, its hollow eye sockets glancing him over.
“828, go retrieve the unconscious students,” she commanded.
The skeleton was about to leave when Hermann quickly interrupted, “Uh, ma’am — sorry, but there’s more than one.”
“828 can carry two at a time,” she replied dryly. “He’ll just make multiple trips.”
Hermann shifted uncomfortably. “There are... quite a few more than that…”
Mayumi frowned beneath her bandages.
“At least ten more…” Hermann admitted, looking pale with dread.
What is with this nurse?? She’s terrifying.
Expanding her senses across the academy grounds, Mayumi quickly detected several incoming students, each surrounded by clusters of weakened energy.
Hmmm, looks like more than a few…
Mayumi strode over to her desk. Hermann shifted uneasily, watching her. “Um, ma’am… What about the students?”
Ignoring him, she picked up her phone and dialed a number. The line instantly connected to a voice as cold and clinical as a scalpel.
“Headmaster’s office, Cottus speaking.”
“I need the larger clinic up and operational. Can you activate it?” Mayumi said, keeping her tone business-like.
“Is there a large-scale incident?” Cottus asked, his tone cool and unperturbed.
“Yes.”
“Is there a reason they can’t be taken to the academy hospital?”
“I require a private space to summon my servants. In addition, many of the students need immediate medical attention.”
Mayumi’s frown deepened as silence filled the line.
“Understood. The medical room is unsealed. Proceed,” came his response, calm and efficient as ever.
“Thank you.” Mayumi hung up, releasing a sigh of relief.
Good. He didn’t go off the deep end this time.
Turning to Hermann, she addressed him sharply. “You there.”
Hermann straightened up, swallowing hard, and stammered, “Y-Yes, ma’am?”
She frowned. “Don’t call me ma’am. I’m not that old.”
Her summoned skeleton, 828, tilted its head to that, prompting Mayumi to dissolve the spell on the spot. The skeleton crumbled to dust.
With her focus back on Hermann, she asked, “Just how many students are we dealing with?”
Hermann gulped as he braced himself to inform the unnervingly capable nurse of the dozen or more battered students awaiting her aid outside the academy.
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Tsukune, along with Gin, Hermann, Kurumu, Moka, Sakari, and Yukari, were kneeling awkwardly on the ground outside a newly opened medical room, which currently housed 47 and counting unconscious and wounded lizardmen.
Inside, Mayumi's horde of medically trained undead bustled around, tending to the injured with precision under her command.
Speaking of Mayumi, the head nurse and doctor of the academy stood before the seven kneeling students, her glare sharp with fury.
“So… let me get this straight,” Mayumi began, exasperation clear in her voice. “The lizardmen… all 112 of them… organized a group just to gang up on Tsukune and Moka?”
Tsukune, sacrificed by Gin to explain, nodded with a sheepish look.
Rubbing her temples, Mayumi let out a long sigh, trying to keep her composure while mentally ensuring her summoned undead remained diligent in their tasks.
She turned to the three other kneeling students across from Tsukune’s group, who belonged to the opposing faction. Fixing her glare on Nihebi, the temporary leader in Tadashi’s absence, she asked sharply, “And what do you fools have to say for yourselves?”
Tokage and Mitsuya shot nervous glances at Nihebi, silently begging him to speak on their behalf. With Tadashi gone, they were just rank-and-file followers.
Feeling the pressure, Nihebi quickly bent forward, pressing his forehead to the ground in a full dogeza. “We apologize deeply!” he said, his voice pleading. Tokage and Mitsuya scrambled to follow his lead, bowing just as deeply in apology.
“Apologies don’t matter. What I need to know is why and how this fight started in the first place. Why did you lizardmen go to the trouble of organizing a small army just to target Moka and Tsukune?”
The lizardmen exchanged wary glances, reluctant to answer.
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Mayumi’s glare softened slightly, and she sighed. “It would be wise for you three to tell me so I can report directly to the public safety committee. Trust me, you don’t want them asking the questions.”
Gin’s expression hardened momentarily at the mention of the public safety committee. Sakari caught the change, noting his reaction but choosing not to comment—this wasn’t the time.
Gin wasn’t the only one affected; Nihebi, a second-year, broke into a sweat at the mention of the committee. He looked up, trying to gauge if Mayumi might be on their side or just another enforcer.
“I-It’s because of a grudge!” Nihebi finally stammered, folding under the weight of the committee’s threat. For an instant, he was reminded by a certain individual’s gaze, eyes sharp and illuminated by the light provided by a blue flame, reminding him just where he stood in the monster hierarchy—at the very bottom.
Yukari flinched, but when Moka, looking tired due to the seal, gave her hand a gentle squeeze, her resolve steadied.
“I-It’s my fault!” Yukari blurted, making Mayumi turn toward her.
The lizardmen gritted their teeth, bracing themselves for Yukari to incriminate them. But as her words settled in, Tokage and Mitsuya blinked in surprise. “Huh?” they both muttered, glancing at each other to make sure they’d heard her correctly.
Mayumi raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that, Yukari?”
“I… well…” Yukari fidgeted, but with a glance at Moka and Tsukune, she regained her resolve. “I antagonized Tadashi at the beginning of the school year.”
Tokage and Mitsuya felt a flicker of relief. Perhaps they could avoid the worst of the fallout.
“But only because Tadashi started it by antagonizing me!” Yukari added quickly.
Tokage’s face twisted in anger. “It’s because you witches are traitors!”
Yukari looked shocked. “What are you talking about?”
Mitsuya joined in, angrily backing up his friend. “Your race! All of you are traitors!”
With the floodgates open, the two lizardmen grew bolder in their accusations. Yukari, however, only grew more confused. “But… I don’t even know what my race supposedly did!”
“Of course you wouldn’t know!” Tokage snapped. “Witches don’t even see it as betrayal!”
“Exactly, you’re all scum!” Mitsuya added, their voices growing louder with every word—until Mayumi’s bandages wrapped around their mouths, cutting them off in an instant.
Mayumi groaned, rubbing her temples, clearly irritated by the lizardmen’s shrill voices. “You,” she said, pointing at Nihebi, who had, at least, managed to stay quiet. “Care to explain?”
Nihebi sighed before responding, “While witches aren’t exactly popular among monster races, we lizardmen, in particular, hold a deep grudge against them.”
Yukari blinked in surprise, completely baffled.
What did my ancestors do to warrant such generational hate? she wondered.
“What did we do… to be hated by another race so much?” she asked aloud.
Nihebi’s gaze shifted between bitterness and something deeper, almost sorrowful. “Your race was instrumental in the disappearance of our ancestors—the dragons.”
Yukari tilted her head, bewildered by the revelation. A beat later, Tsukune and the others mirrored her reaction, sharing in her confusion.
“What?” Tsukune and his friends echoed, stunned.
Nihebi clicked his tongue in frustration. “Of course, none of you would know. Dragons are our forefathers—our creators. Their disappearance left a wound in our people, a wound we’ve carried ever since.”
Mayumi nodded. "I see. Yukari, did you know anything about this?"
Yukari shook her head firmly. "Of course not! I don’t know everything about my race. Do you?"
Nihebi pursed his lips, glancing away before naming legendary witches that even Tsukune recognized. "Melusine, Medea, Morgan le Fay—witches who helped humans slay our ancestors."
Yukari’s face fell. She recognized the names, and though she wanted to argue, she couldn’t shake a building feeling of guilt.
Seeing an opening, Nihebi was about to press his point, but Tsukune spoke up first.
"Aren’t those western witches?"
Everyone turned to Tsukune, who felt self-conscious under their gaze, but he pressed on.
"Well, monsters form groups, right?"
"Yeah, so what?" Nihebi replied, impatient.
"If that’s the case, are there any eastern examples of witches harming dragons?"
Nihebi fell silent, searching his memory of lizardmen history. Lizardmen originally came from the West and spread worldwide, but he couldn’t recall a single Eastern witch harming dragons. Eastern witches typically revered dragons, not see them as foes.
"Is there?" Tsukune prompted again.
Nihebi glanced at Tokage and Mitsuya, but they shook their heads, equally stumped. He looked back at Tsukune, who seemed determined to find a middle ground between him and Yukari.
Tsk. Why do you make it hard to hate you?
Finally, Nihebi admitted, "No… there’s none."
Tsukune’s group breathed a collective sigh of relief, and Tsukune pressed on. "Then that means Yukari is—"
"Faultless," Nihebi finished, already understanding what that implied. This discussion had cleared a long-standing misunderstanding, but deeply ingrained hatred wasn’t going to vanish instantly.
Seeing this, Mayumi took her turn. "So, are you aware of your mistake now?"
Nihebi nodded in silence.
Then, breaking the tension, Yukari stepped forward, "Can you help me?"
The three lizardmen looked up in surprise. "I… I want to make amends for my behavior. I know I haven’t been the most patient or kind schoolmate."
Tokage and Mitsuya looked away, feeling guilty. They couldn’t make such a decision without Tadashi. But Nihebi could. Meeting Yukari’s eyes, Nihebi said, "I… I can introduce you to some of my kin, but I make no promises."
Yukari’s face lit up with a smile. "Okay!"
Mayumi felt a quiet relief—common ground at last.
Now, I need to be quick.
Mayumi instructed each of them to stand up and fill out forms stating why they fought, who was involved, who initiated, and, most importantly, a promise that they no longer intended to fight. Once the forms were signed, she immediately ordered them to leave the medical area, declaring it off-limits to healthy students.
Tsukune, recently healed by Yukari before his injuries had a chance to set in, was promptly kicked out. Hermann, who wasn’t really injured, also got the boot. Gin left as soon as he finished, and Sakari followed him, intending to honor their earlier “deal.” Kurumu trailed Tsukune, and eventually, Moka and Yukari—who stayed back for a few words—left as well.
With Kurumu beside him, Tsukune waited for Moka and Yukari. When the two joined them, the group made their way back to the dorms, discussing Yukari’s plans to tackle her past mistakes and the steps she’d take next. Eventually, all four of them separated and went their own ways.
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Alone in the medical room, Mayumi watched her small undead army diligently work to repair injuries and prevent long-term damage for each student.
Walking along a narrow path between orderly beds, Mayumi reached the most critical patient in the room. A nearby skeleton, clad in a nurse’s outfit, handed her a clipboard. She took it and scanned the student’s profile.
Tadashi Wanibuchi. Sixteen-year-old first-year. Broken ribs, shattered jaw, missing the entire bottom row of teeth and most of the upper.
Approaching the unconscious student attached to state-of-the-art monitoring machines, Mayumi gently touched Tadashi’s wrist, channeling her youki to map the pathways in his body. Instantly, she noted the internal damage mirroring the external injuries.
Damaged pathway near the ribs and heart. Not shattered, just damaged.
Her thoughts drifted to a student who mysteriously vanished from her clinic months ago. Turning to the skeletal nurse, she instructed, “Retrieve Rainee Brennan’s file.”
The skeleton nodded and promptly set off to fulfill her order.
They’re finally here.
Setting Tadashi’s file aside, Mayumi exited the medical room to meet the members of the Public Safety Committee waiting outside.
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Kuyo strode through the halls, savoring the wide berth given to him by the wary student body.
Ah, there’s nothing better than this, he thought, basking in their collective awe and fear.
With his power deliberately radiating outward, Kuyo relished the sense of control it gave him as he neared the unsealed medical room where more than forty unconscious lizardmen students lay. Flanking him were Sato Kirigaya and Deshiko Deshi, both close aides and strong members of the Public Safety Committee.
As they drew closer to the medical room, fewer students appeared in their path, sensing the intense aura emanating from Kuyo. However, his mood soured the moment the door came into view, and he caught sight of a figure he despised.
Hokuto.
Kuyo’s aura grew more volatile, heat rising around him as he approached the tall, imposing form of Hokuto. The student council president turned, smiling in a way that made Kuyo’s blood boil further. Sato and Deshiko flinched as the temperature around them rose from warm to sweltering.
“Kuyo,” Hokuto greeted, his voice infuriatingly casual.
Standing slightly shorter than the giant Hokuto, Kuyo responded with barely concealed venom, “Hokuto.”
Kuyo took a moment to study Hokuto, this time frustrated, as always, by his inability to detect any youki from the other student. His thoughts drifted briefly to another student he had been keeping tabs on recently.
I see why that upstart monster annoys me so much. He reminds me far too much of you.
Hokuto broke the silence, offering a polite smile. “Here to check on the students, oh noble leader of the Public Safety Committee?”
Sato and Deshiko scowled at Hokuto’s lack of respect, but Kuyo raised a hand to stop them. “Simply fulfilling my duties, unlike some,” Kuyo replied, his voice laced with scorn. “So, what are you doing here? Evading your responsibilities again?”
“Perish the thought,” Hokuto replied smoothly, his cheerful tone untouched by Kuyo’s hostility. “The headmaster's office sent me to check on the students as well. After all, the student council is only as valuable as the students it supports.”
Though Kuyo and Hokuto’s exchange seemed casual, Sato and Deshiko sensed the tension simmering beneath the surface, as if a fight was on the verge of breaking out. Just then, a bright, cheerful voice called from behind Hokuto.
“Heyyyy, Kuyo!”
Kuyo’s anger shifted instantly at the sight of the new arrival: a student with bright blonde hair.
“Hello, Kiria,” Kuyo replied, his civility barely contained.
Kiria flashed a wide smile. “Kuyo! Your long hair and dazzling smile are always such a sight to see,” he said, his admiration unmistakably genuine.
Kuyo’s smile nearly faltered, but before he could respond, the medical room door swung open. Kuyo and Hokuto turned to see Mayumi stepping out, closing the door behind her.
Although Kuyo could intimidate most teachers and Hokuto charmed nearly everyone, Mayumi’s deadpan gaze seemed to hold them both in stern judgment. Without allowing either of them to speak, she pushed a thick stack of papers toward Kuyo. Deshiko stepped forward to take the stack, frowning at its heft.
“Incident reports,” Deshiko muttered with a sigh.
Kuyo forced a smile. “Prepared as always, Dr. Tsumugi.”
Mayumi’s expression remained impassive. “Do you have any other business?” she asked, making it clear she was eager to see them gone.
Hokuto responded with a charming smile. “We only wanted to check on our fellow students,” he said, voice sweet and honey-like. Mayumi, however, seemed unmoved.
“The medical room is for injured students only,” she replied. “The Public Safety Committee and the Student Council don’t need to be here.”
Kuyo narrowed his eyes at Mayumi, his mind briefly contemplating the idea of removing her as an obstacle. He ran through scenarios: a single, lethal strike would be his best chance. But he knew Mayumi would raise a formidable defense of youki. If he couldn’t finish it in one hit, the tables might turn fast.
Unlikely, he reassured himself, though he sensed the risk.
While Kuyo entertained these thoughts, Hokuto spoke again. “Dr. Tsumugi, as council president, it’s my responsibility to understand why such a large fight occurred. If I could investigate, perhaps I could help prevent future incidents.”
Mayumi studied Hokuto’s unreadable smile before conceding with a sigh. Without any real resentment toward Hokuto, she allowed him and Kiria to enter. Kiria gave Kuyo a final, cheerful wave goodbye, while Hokuto simply walked in, ignoring Kuyo altogether.
Watching them go, Kuyo’s anger reignited, his blood practically boiling.
“And? You refuse us entry?” Kuyo demanded, his anger unmistakable.
Mayumi met his gaze, unimpressed, and shook her head. “Get permission from the headmaster’s office, and then I’ll let you in.” With that, she turned and re-entered the medical room.
Kuyo’s jaw tightened as he heard the faint hum of a spell being cast, sealing the door against forced entry. A quick assessment told him it was a low-circle ward he could easily shatter with raw power—if not for a hidden trap spell that would activate upon breaking it.
Suppressing a snarl, Kuyo clicked his tongue. “We’re done here. Let’s go,” he ordered, turning sharply.
Without hesitation, Sato and Deshiko followed their leader as he stalked away.
Just wait. Once phase two is complete, that one is as good as dead.