Rokugou is a seventeen-year-old combatant for the evil secret society Kisaragi—and he's barely scraping by on three thousand evil-deed points a month. So when headquarters hands him a mission worth a hundred thousand points, he jumps at the chance. There's just one catch: he has to infiltrate a peaceful parallel world that's practically modern-day Japan, pose as a high school student at Minamisakae Academy, and win the student council presidential election to seize control of the school.
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Combatants Will Be Dispatched to School! - Dangerous Cooperative Relationship with Discipline Committee Chair Snow
The sunlight streaming through the classroom window cast the printouts on the desks in a pale white glow.
Rokugou propped his chin on his hand, idly replaying last night in his mind. The invisible wall stretched around the outside of his apartment. The sky stained pale purple. His phone, out of range.
(That was definitely a barrier. Has to be the work of a mage.)
Afterward, he'd walked the perimeter of the school a few times, but every direction was blocked by that unseen wall. He couldn't get out. He couldn't reach Kisaragi headquarters. He was completely boxed in.
"Tch. Some welcome this is."
Rokugou muttered a quiet curse.
Not that he minded the situation. If anything, it worked in his favor. A sealed school meant every problem that cropped up had to be solved inside these walls. In other words, if he seized control of the school, he'd have this world's grid points in his grasp. A treasure trove of evil points.
(The question is how to take control.)
Rokugou pulled a slip of paper from his pocket. A memo Kisaragi had issued him, listing the basic facts about Minamisakae Academy.
"Student council president election: held every autumn. Decided by a vote of the entire student body. Candidacy requires either a recommendation from the student council or a set number of signatures."
"Student council president, huh... What a pain in the ass."
Rokugou slid the memo back into his pocket.
As a combatant for an evil organization, he'd taken part in any number of invasion operations. He'd infiltrated enemy strongholds alone. He'd snatched a magic stone right out from under one of the Four Heavenly Kings. And now here he was, agonizing over a high school student council election.
"Can't even earn my evil points..."
Rokugou heaved a deep sigh.
A monthly salary of 3,000 evil points. Roughly 150,000 yen. In this peaceful little school, how was he supposed to rack up any evil deeds at all?
(No, wait. If I take control of the school, the points'll pour in. I just have to tough it out until then.)
Rokugou pulled himself together and left the classroom.
His destination: the library.
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Minamisakae Academy's library occupied the second floor of the school building. Its collection numbered around thirty thousand volumes—one of the largest among the local schools, and a quiet, comfortable place.
Even without exams on the horizon, the after-school library was bustling with a fair number of students. Some spread out reference books at the window seats, some read novels, some secretly fiddled with their phones.
Rokugou stood in the shadow of a bookshelf near the entrance and scanned the room.
(If I want to dig into the student council election system, this is the place.)
He approached the front desk. A girl with glasses and a library committee armband was sorting books.
"Hey, got a question for you."
"Yes?"
The girl looked up. When she saw Rokugou's face, her expression turned just slightly wary.
(Yeah, figures. Some transfer student she's never met walks up and starts talking to her.)
Rokugou plastered on the friendliest smile he could manage.
"I want to learn about the student council election. Past election records, books with the rules—where would I find those?"
"Student council election materials? Those would be next to the local history section..."
The girl pointed toward the back of the shelves.
"Past election bulletins and the student council bylaws are filed over there. They can't be checked out, though, so you'll have to read them there."
"Much obliged."
Rokugou thanked her and walked where she'd pointed.
Next to the local history corner. Sure enough, a row of worn files sat on the shelf. Rokugou took the first one and sat down at a nearby desk.
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The contents were more thorough than he'd expected.
Ten years' worth of election bulletins. Candidate photos and campaign promises. Voter turnout trends. Even detailed records of where past winners had ended up afterward.
Rokugou went through them page by page, carefully.
(I see. The student council president is chosen by election every autumn. Candidacy requires either a student council recommendation or fifty-plus signatures. The winner gets authority over the school budget, event management, and rule-making.)
Rokugou jotted the key points onto his memo pad.
"Fifty signatures, huh... A recommendation's out of the question, and even if I go the signature route, who's going to sign for some transfer student who just showed up?"
Rokugou clutched his head.
(No, hold on. Signatures can be bought. Hand out some snacks from the school store and the dumb ones'll sign anything.)
A scheme began to take shape.
"Heh... I can smell the evil points already."
Just then, voices drifted over from the shelves behind him.
"Hey, did you hear? This year's student council election is supposed to be a huge deal."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Rokugou pricked up his ears.
"Apparently some faction behind the scenes is trying to decide the next president. They say it's an election on the surface, but it's all been settled in back rooms."
"Is that the thing the occult club was talking about? Factions from another world fighting over control of the school?"
"Yeah, yeah, that. It sounds ridiculous, but weird stuff's been happening around school lately, right? The sky going all strange, no signal on your phone..."
"So it really isn't just the weather..."
The girls' voices faded into the distance.
Rokugou closed the file.
(A proxy war between otherworldly factions... huh.)
The pale purple sky. Communications cut off from the outside. He'd assumed that barrier was a mage's work, but what if some other faction was involved?
"Now this is getting interesting."
A mischievous grin twisted Rokugou's lips.
---
The next day.
Rokugou immediately set about scheming up some underhanded way to drum up support.
The moment morning homeroom ended, he slipped into the printing room. His goal: flyers to post on the bulletin board.
"Heh... First I spread dirt on a rival candidate and rake in support for myself."
Rokugou sat down at a computer and typed out his text.
"Student council candidate ○○ has ties to organized crime! Photographic evidence included!"
"Perfect. This'll drag his reputation through the mud."
Rokugou printed about ten copies, tucked them inside his jacket, and left the printing room.
He stood in front of the hallway bulletin board and glanced around. No one in sight.
(Now.)
The instant Rokugou moved to pin up a flyer, a voice shot out from behind him.
"You there! What do you think you're doing!"
"Gueh!?"
Rokugou frantically hid the flyers. He spun around to find a male student with a disciplinary committee armband glaring at him.
"N-nothing! I was just looking at the board!"
"Just looking at the board? Then why did you come out of the printing room?"
"The printing room? What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb. I saw you coming out of there. You're hiding something, aren't you?"
The boy's eyes dropped to Rokugou's jacket. Rokugou broke into a cold sweat.
(Crap. If he finds these flyers, I'm done.)
"I'm not hiding anything! Later!"
Rokugou bolted.
"Hey! Stop right there!"
With the committee member's shout at his back, Rokugou sprinted down the hallway at full speed.
(Dammit! Failed again!)
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Lunch break.
This time Rokugou headed for the school store.
(If flyers won't work, bribery will. Hand out snacks, collect signatures.)
Rokugou pulled out his wallet and joined the line at the counter. Bread, rice balls, snacks—the shelves were packed to bursting.
"Excuse me. I'll take all of these cookies."
"Huh? All of them?"
"Yes. I'm handing them out to friends."
Rokugou bought up a mountain of cookies, carried them out in both arms, and headed for the courtyard.
He sat on a bench and called out to passing students.
"Hey, you there! Want a cookie? They're free!"
"Huh? Free? Why?"
"Well, I've got a little favor to ask. Sign this for me and the cookies are yours."
Rokugou produced the signature sheet.
"A signature? For what?"
"The signatures I need to run for student council president. Just write your name, that's all."
The boy stared at Rokugou's face.
"...You're the transfer student, aren't you?"
"That's right. So I don't have any friends yet. Won't you help me out?"
"Yeah, that's sketchy as hell. Free cookies for signatures? There's definitely a catch."
"There's no catch! It's pure goodwill!"
"If it's goodwill, why do you need signatures? That just makes it sketchier."
With that, the boy hurried off.
"Damn... Failed again."
Rokugou slumped onto the bench and buried his head in his hands.
(Flyers are out. Bribery's out. What am I supposed to do?)
He looked up at the sky. The pale purple expanse sprawled overhead, eerie and wrong.
(This barrier's got everyone on edge. Makes me look even more suspicious.)
"Can't even earn my evil points..."
His old refrain slipped out on its own.
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After school.
Rokugou made his way to the school cafeteria.
Under a sign reading "Minamisakae Cafeteria," it was the most popular spot on campus. The specialty of the house: the special curry bread. One hundred fifty yen a piece. At lunch the line stretched out the door, but after school it was comparatively empty.
Rokugou ordered a curry bread and a coffee at the counter, then took a seat by the window.
(Today was a disaster. Flyers, failed. Bribery, failed. At this rate I won't just miss out on student council president—I won't even fit in with my class.)
He bit into the curry bread.
"Whoa, this is good."
The words came out before he could stop them. Crisp and flaky on the outside, loaded with spicy curry inside. This quality for a hundred fifty yen was honestly criminal.
"No wonder there's a line."
Rokugou devoured the curry bread.
Then a voice came from behind him.
"Oh, it's you."
Rokugou turned.
Standing there was a girl with long, flowing light-blue hair.
A small sword hung at her hip, and a disciplinary committee chair badge gleamed on her left breast. She was tall and slender, with light-blue eyes that radiated strength of will.
"...Who are you?"
Rokugou asked, on his guard.
"I'm Snow. I serve as this academy's disciplinary committee chair."
With that, Snow sat down across from him.
"Disciplinary committee chair? What do you want with me?"
"Must I have a reason to talk to you? The cafeteria belongs to everyone."
Snow smiled.
Inwardly, Rokugou clicked his tongue.
(The disciplinary committee chair going out of her way to talk to me—nothing good ever comes of that.)
"So? What do you actually want?"
"So impatient. Very well. I'll be blunt—what did you come to this academy to do?"
Snow's light-blue eyes fixed squarely on him.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb. You're a transfer student—and a rather suspicious one at that. The way you wear your uniform, the way you carry yourself... you don't look like a student here. On top of that, since yesterday you've been poking around about the student council election. You're plotting something, aren't you?"
Rokugou's heart skipped a beat.
(Just how much does she know?)
"I'm not plotting anything. I was just interested in the election."
"Interested? You, who just transferred here? How very diligent."
Snow kept her smile fixed, her eyes boring into his.
"...So what are you getting at?"
"I happen to think that if I can run this academy, my future's secure. Which is why I thought I'd offer you a partnership."
"A partnership?"
Rokugou stared at her.
"Yes. If you want to be student council president, I'll lend you my strength. I'll use my authority as disciplinary committee chair to give your campaign an edge."
"...And what do you want in return?"
"In return? Isn't it obvious? The credit goes to me. Once you're student council president, you share that power with me. Not a bad deal, is it?"
Rokugou turned her words over in
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