April.

The Entrance Ceremony

I was going to school on the bus, which shook every time it passed over a bumpy area of road.

Or at least that should've been the current line of thought of the boy in front of me.

As he watched the scenery transform and as more the passengers on the bus expanded in number I looked satisfied.

I was indeed in the timeline of the first day in the Novel.

In Front of Ayanokouji was an elderly woman. Her feet trembled slightly and she flinched at every stop.

Obviously, Ayanokouji carried on his monotone line of thought as he probably felt slight pit towards her. But that was it.

The bus got more and more crowded over time, after remembering the first scene in the light novel I chose to grab onto a pole as the space inside the bus gradually decreased.

I shook my head as the Elderly woman almost fell, saved by her right foot landing firmly.

Her face scrunched up and sweat was forming on her brow. She panted heavily as she held on to the pole tightly.

Ayanokouji slowly closed his eyes before his 'peace and tranquility' was suddenly interrupted.

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

A light hearted female voice broke out. Ayanokouji assuming it was directed at him looked around only to find himself looking between two people.

One had a muscular body and waxed back, dyed-blonde hair, the other could only be described as an ordinary civil worker who had been unable to contain her emotions.

These two were of course, Kouenji and an office lady.

The atmosphere on the bus soon grew solemn and stale.

The office lady walked up to Kouenji and her voice that swiftly reached the ears of those on the bus attracted attention.

It was quite clear that her intentions were to have the Elderly woman use Kouenji's seat.

Just don't get physical, I prayed for her. In Front of her was not just an unruly brat but a superhuman freak whos physical strength and abilities were probably closing in on professional fighters or maybe already at that stage.

"You there, can't you see the Old Woman having trouble?"

Her sharp voice clearly annoyed Kouenji as she jabbed at him with her words.

"That's a really crazy question, lady."

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Kouenji made his intentions clear as he slowly crossed his legs as if marking his territory.

Kouenji smirked as he spoke again.

"Why should I give my seat to an Old woman? There's absolutely no reason to give it up."

The two met eyes before the Woman retorted with a look of confusion.

Ah, just don't touch him or it's going to get messy. I continued my prayer session..

"Is it not natural to hand over a priority seat to the elderly?

"I don't understand. Priority seats are just priority seats and I see no legal obligation indicating I should move. Whether or not I move is entirely up to me, who is as of now in possession of this seat. Will you give your seat merely because I am a young man? Ha! Such a stupid way of thinking." Kouenji had a smile of victory on his face. He crossed his arms as he stared into the eyes of the office worker.

It was surprising for many people that Kouenji, clearly younger and more improper had held his own and even obtained a small victory in this argument. Of course I wasn't surprised but that was pretty normal considering my status.

Kouenji kept his gaze on the woman as he continued his line of speech.

"I am a healthy young man. Certainly, I don't think that standing up would inconvenience me. However it is obvious standing up would consume more physical strength as opposed to sitting down. I don't want to do such a useless thing. Or are you perhaps trying to tell me to be more lively and energetic?" Kouenji's authoritative voice echoed in the bus. Kouenji smiled satisfied as he saw the office worker gulp.

I sighed. This man should be the last guy to worry about consuming all his physical strength. This was the same man who sprinted across mountains for 2 weeks at record-time speeds without 'consuming all of his physical strength.'

But nevertheless the office worker quickly regained her prowess albeit with a bit of a fumble.

"What, what kind of attitude is that towards your superiors?"

As their bickering rant carried on, the flow ensued.

The office lady fumbled with her words and stuttered as Kouenji spoke and made points that many in the bus silently agreed with.

It should be about time for the next arrivee, no?

Soon the old lady apologised and with the victim now being content without a seat the office lady was fighting a war with no rewards.

Kouenji began to place his headphones on his head as his victory had granted him immense satisfaction.

"Um, I also think the lady is right."

There she was. Possibly one of my least favorite characters in the series. I know it sounded immature to hate a character but I didn't hate Kushida Kikyo.

I despised her. She was a woman who built her way to the top with broken bricks and one tap was enough to crumple her mountain.

Obviously I couldn't hate her openly. Her soon-to-be immense connections would vote me out in the far away expulsion exam.

But I could at least try to help Ayanokouji when it came to her. Right?

Well the incident was now resolved as just like in the novel, Kushida gives away her opinion and effectively uses mass guilt trip. Under the effect of such a strategy a woman cracked and just like that, everything was over.

Yay -_-.

After the dispute was settled many people struggled with their thoughts.

Who was more important, those who had contributed or those who would contribute. If I were to use a rather rubbish example then I would say it like this.

You bake the best cake in the world. After it is eaten you keep a picture of it in your living room.

1 Year later you bake another cake. Now you can either choose to keep the picture or the real thing.

Unless one was sexually attracted to the Old cake it would be best to believe most would take the new cake. Since the last cake was the best in the world, this one should be decent at least.

And that's why many would choose the young over the old. Or at least I think that's why. After all I hadn't spent my entire childhood in a white room.

And before I knew it the bus stopped at my destination.

Or rather my new home.

A luxurious gate made from natural stone stood proud in front of me. The bus became sparse once again as the majority of the people on it were students.

Koudo Isekei High School, I thought.

I know all about you.