I woke up in a classroom I'd never seen before. Sitting next to me was Yohou, the tsundere swordswoman from the game 'Meichou'. She used to be so cool and strong, but now she's in a school uniform, blushing and fidgeting. And then, Anko, who calls me 'Darling' and clings to me, and Kyouka, the kind but scary older-sister type, are here too! They were all super powerful characters in the game, so what's going on?!
In the middle of this huge panic, I figured it out. We've all been reborn as norma
Welcome to Meichou Academy! - The Reincarnators' Entrance Ceremony! Take Back My Peaceful Life
"…Huh?"
Before I knew it, I was in a classroom I didn't recognize.
Outside the window, the sea sparkled brilliantly, and the scent of the tide gently tickled my nose. The soft April sunlight shone on the brand-new textbooks lined up on the desks.
"Where… is this?"
My head was a mess. I was sure I'd been at home playing games just moments ago, so why was I here?
A uniform—a blazer I'd never seen before. On the chest pocket, a school emblem reading "Meichou Academy" gleamed.
Meichou Academy?
The moment I recognized that name—
My heart *thumped*.
(No. This place is—)
The view of the hilltop from the window, the sound of the tide, the large camphor tree standing in the schoolyard. Each one felt strangely nostalgic. But this should be my first time here.
Excited voices echoed from the hallway. The morning of the entrance ceremony. Classmates, their hearts racing with anticipation for their new lives.
An ordinary high school, an ordinary scene.
(Right, it's ordinary. Nothing's strange about it.)
I'm Kakeru. 16 years old. Starting today, a first-year at this private Meichou Academy—
"Found you!"
The classroom door burst open.
Something pink came charging in at incredible speed.
"Darling! I finally found you!"
A fluffy peach-colored bob cut swayed before my eyes. Large amber eyes, opened wide and round, reflected my image. Petite, her uniform skirt fluttering, the girl—
"Whoa!"
—threw herself at me.
Completely ignoring the fact that we were in public, she clung to me tightly. The sweet scent of shampoo hit me, and my heart pounded wildly.
"W-Wait a minute! Who are you?!"
"Huh? Darling, did you forget about Anko?"
Anko.
Hearing that name sent another sharp pain through the back of my head.
(Anko… Do I know her? No, but this should be our first meeting…)
Ignoring my confusion, Anko wrapped her arm around mine and nuzzled her cheek against me.
"Geez, I looked everywhere for you, you know? I got lost in this huge school. But I could sense your presence, so I came right away."
My presence?
"I was so lonely. I wanted to be with you the whole time…"
Her amber eyes grew moist, looking like she was about to cry any second.
What am I supposed to do here?
"Hey, Anko! Get off him!"
This time, a dignified voice rang out.
Turning toward the voice, I saw a girl with a black ponytail swaying.
Her long, waist-length black hair was tied up high, and her sharp, narrow black eyes glared intensely at Anko.
"What are you doing first thing in the morning?! Hugging someone in the classroom—have you no shame?!"
"What~ever. Anko was just happy to see Darling, that's all. You're just jealous, Youou. You want to hug him too."
"Wha—!"
Youou's face turned bright red.
"Th-That's not true! I don't want anything like that…!"
She looked at me, and for a split second, her face looked like she was about to cry. But she immediately turned away with a huff.
"I just… felt a little relieved, finally finding you."
Her voice was trembling.
(…Youou?)
That name stirred a restlessness in my chest too.
I moved my hand to my hip, trying to grasp something—and realized there was nothing there.
(What am I reaching for?)
"My, my, everyone's so lively."
Another new voice.
This time, from the back door of the classroom, a girl with long black hair entered.
She was tall. Probably around 170 centimeters. Her glossy black hair, straight and reaching her waist, swayed smoothly with every step. Her deep green eyes narrowed gently.
"It's been a while, Kakeru-kun."
She was wearing a second-year uniform. A senpai.
"Congratulations on your enrollment. I'm glad. We're at the same school, after all."
Smiling, she walked smoothly up to me.
(Kyouka… senpai?)
That name was the final key.
—*Thud*.
Something burst inside my head.
The scenery warped. The classroom vanished, replaced by a dark sky and a desolate, ruined land.
Youou swinging a sword. Purple lightning racing.
Anko clad in wind, summoning storms.
Kyouka manipulating gravity, pinning enemies to the ground.
And—
"I am…"
The Wanderer.
One who traverses other worlds, a fighter.
Memories of fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with them flooded in all at once.
"…Huh? Huh? Wait a minute?!"
I wasn't just a normal high schooler?!
My legs wobbled, and I put a hand on the desk.
"Are you alright?"
Kyouka peered at me with concern.
"You're pale. Should we go to the nurse's office?"
"No, um… I'm fine, really…"
There was no way I was fine.
But how could I explain this? There's no way I could say I thought they were just game characters until a moment ago.
The chime rang.
An ordinary sound, signaling the start of homeroom.
The teacher came in and began explaining the entrance ceremony.
Anko secretly moved to the seat next to mine and held my hand under the desk. She wouldn't let go.
From her seat by the window, Youou kept glancing over at me. But whenever our eyes met, she immediately looked away.
Kyouka, being in a higher grade, returned to her own classroom, but on her way out, she whispered in my ear.
"After school, let's talk a little. Just the two of us."
(Just the two of us?!)
A shiver ran down my spine.
Despite her gentle smile, it was somehow terrifying. Like, that smile itself was terrifying.
After school—
I stood frozen in the middle of the classroom.
"The seat next to Darling is mine!"
"Why?! You've been clinging to him the whole time!"
"It's not enough! I want to cling to Darling more!"
The two of them glared at each other across my desk.
The classmates who had stayed behind had already fled long ago.
Couldn't blame them.
After all, Youou's right hand was starting to glow purple.
"Anko, you've been way too close. Why don't you back off a little?"
The air crackled with tension.
Inside Youou's hand, a purple light flickered like electricity racing.
"No. I won't leave him."
The air around Anko began to swirl.
It started as a gentle breeze, but gradually grew stronger, sending the printouts on the desk fluttering into the air.
"H-Hey, both of you, calm down!"
I tried to stop them, but it was already too late.
"Anko, I'm not losing to you, of all people!"
*Crackle!*
A bolt of purple lightning shot from Youou's hand.
It passed right by me and struck the blackboard.
"Eek!"
The moment Anko dodged—
*Whoosh!*
A sudden gust of wind raged through the classroom.
It wasn't just the printouts anymore. Textbooks, pencil cases, bags—everything was flying through the air.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
I clung to my desk.
(This is definitely not normal! Their powers from their past lives are still there!)
I'd seen this in the game. Youou's "Violet Lightning Sword Aura," Anko's "Storm Voice."
But this is reality! It's nothing like a game!
"That's no good, you two. No fighting."
Kyouka was standing at the classroom door.
When had she gotten there?
She was smiling. A very gentle smile.
But—
"Everyone, let's calm down a little, shall we?"
The moment she spoke, my body grew heavy.
"Huh?"
I couldn't do anything.
My body felt like it had turned to lead, unable to move.
No, I *couldn't* move.
Youou and Anko both slumped to the floor where they stood.
"Just bear with it for a little while."
Kyouka's "Binding Law"—the power of gravity manipulation.
That power's still here too?!
Keeping the three of us pinned to the floor, Kyouka slowly approached.
"You mustn't fight over something as trivial as who sits next to Kakeru-kun. We've finally been reunited at the same school, so we have to get along."
(Reunited… Wait, you were fighting us just a moment ago too, weren't you?!)
I screamed internally.
In our past lives, wasn't Kyouka the type of character who'd crush enemies en masse with gravity?
"But still, we do need to properly decide who sits next to him."
Huh?
"I think it's only natural that I, as his senpai, look after Kakeru-kun. First-years must have a lot they don't understand, after all."
"H-Hey, Kyouka! That's not fair!"
"Only the senpai getting a head start is so mean…"
Still pinned to the floor, the two protested.
But Kyouka's smile didn't waver.
"It's not a head start. It's my duty as a senpai. Right, Kakeru-kun?"
Please don't throw the conversation to me.
I had no idea what to do anymore.
(Is this even allowed?!)
I just wanted a peaceful school life.
Why is it a battlefield on the very first day?
"…I can't take this anymore."
Night.
Wrapped in my futon in my apartment, I muttered as I stared up at the ceiling.
Corpo Shiokaze, Room 203. It's an old, 25-year-old apartment, but the 45,000 yen rent is a lifesaver for a high schooler living alone. My parents transferred to Osaka for work and send me an allowance.
A six-tatami-mat room with a desk, a futon, and a small TV.
"Why is it only around me that things turn out like this…?"
Looking back, just this one day had been insane.
Chased by three beautiful girls who are neither childhood friends nor lovers, all of whom have memories of their past lives, and on top of that, are superpowered.
"If I choose someone, the other two will go berserk…"
Just imagining it was terrifying.
Youou getting jealous and filling the classroom with lightning.
Anko getting angry and blowing the whole school away with a gale.
Kyouka smiling as she sews everyone to the floor.
"It's impossible. Absolutely impossible."
This was no time for romance.
First, I had to ensure my own safety.
"Alright, I've decided. Starting tomorrow, I'll absolutely keep my distance from those three—"
The next morning.
I opened the classroom door and froze.
Someone was sitting in my seat.
Long, silver hair.
The silky hair flowing down her back sparkled brilliantly in the morning sun.
A girl.
I'd never seen her before.
Who?
She—was staring intently at me.
Silently.
Straight at me.
She had beautiful eyes. I couldn't tell what color they were, but they were incredibly deep, like I could get sucked into them.
"Um… Who are you?"
She didn't answer.
She just looked at me.
(What is this, some new kind of harassment? Or—)
My heart was pounding.
Probably not a good sign.
"Give me a break already…"
My modest wish was in vain. The silver-haired girl tilted her head just slightly.
And then—
Just as she seemed about to say something,
the chime rang.
Another noisy day was about to begin.
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