The night was cold and silent as Kazuki and his friends slipped into the maintenance tunnels beneath Saitama Academy. The dimly lit passageways were narrow, and the sound of dripping water echoed around them, adding to the tension that hung in the air.
“Everyone ready?” Kazuki whispered as they approached the exit that would bring them near the Principal’s office.
Yumi nodded, her fiery hair hidden under a hood. “Let’s do this.”
Haruto checked his watch, making sure their timing was precise. “Remember, we have a small window before the guards rotate shifts. We have to be quick.”
Mei’s nervousness was palpable, but she steadied herself. “I’m ready.”
Kazuki led the way, using his space-manipulating powers to bend the hallway, allowing them to avoid the gaze of security cameras. It was an exhausting process, but he managed to keep it under control.
Finally, they reached the door to the Principal’s office. It loomed large and imposing before them, a symbol of the power that controlled the school. Haruto crouched by the door, pulling out a small device that he had built to override the lock.
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“This’ll take a few minutes,” he muttered, his hands working quickly.
Yumi kept watch while Mei created small illusions to obscure their presence from any patrolling guards. Kazuki’s heart pounded in his chest as the seconds ticked by. Everything hinged on this moment.
With a soft click, the door unlocked. “We’re in,” Haruto whispered.
They entered the office, and immediately, Kazuki felt a chill in the air. The room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the moon through the large windows. Shelves lined the walls, filled with files and documents. At the center of the room sat the Principal’s desk, large and intimidating.
“Let’s find what we need,” Yumi said, heading toward the shelves.
Kazuki and Mei searched through the documents, while Haruto accessed the computer on the desk, trying to find any digital records that could give them an edge.
Minutes felt like hours as they sifted through the evidence, tension building with each passing moment. Finally, Kazuki found something—an old, weathered file marked with a strange symbol.
“What’s this?” he whispered, opening it up. Inside were detailed records of not just students, but a deeper secret. The school government wasn’t just about controlling education—it was part of a much larger, more sinister plan to control the entire world.
Before Kazuki could process the implications, the door burst open.