The morning sun hit the polished floor of Class 2-B, creating a bright, peaceful atmosphere that felt entirely alien to Konone. She stood behind the sliding door, clutching the straps of her new school bag so tightly the imitation leather groaned.
"Just breathe," Yui whispered beside her, adjusting Konone’s collar. "Remember: no military salutes, no scouting for snipers, and try to use a 'Level 3' voice instead of a 'Battlefield Command' voice. You've got this!"
The teacher, a soft-spoken woman named Ms. Sato, slid the door open. "Class, we have a new transfer student joining us today. Please be welcoming."
Konone marched in. Her steps were measured, her back so straight it looked like it was made of tempered steel. She stopped exactly at the center of the chalkboard, turned on her heel with a crisp clack of her loafers, and faced the sea of students.
Drawing inspiration from the "Hero" mindset she practiced every day, she took a deep breath and delivered a sharp, 90-degree bow—exactly like a knight presenting herself to a queen.
"I AM KONONE!" she announced, her voice ringing out like a clarion call. "My objective is to pursue academic excellence and ensure the absolute safety of this sector! I look forward to our shared cooperation in the coming semester!"
The classroom went silent. A lone chalk piece dropped to the floor.
Konone stayed in her bow, her heart hammering against her ribs. The silence is prolonged, she thought frantically. Have I committed a breach of etiquette? Is my 'Level 3' voice still too aggressive? Are they analyzing my weaknesses?
In reality, the students were mesmerized. With her striking silver hair, intense violet eyes, and the sheer aura of discipline she radiated, Konone looked like a character stepped straight out of a high-stakes drama.
"Whoa... she’s so cool," one boy whispered.
"She looks like a professional bodyguard," a girl murmured.
Konone finally stood up, her face pale. She didn't hear the "cool" comments; she only saw the wide eyes and the stunned expressions. To her, this was a tactical failure. She had intimidated the civilians.
"You can take the empty seat next to Hanamachi-san," Ms. Sato said, smiling awkwardly.
Konone walked to her desk, keeping her eyes fixed forward. As she sat down, she leaned toward Yui and whispered through gritted teeth, "Yui... the mission is compromised. They are all staring. I believe I have been identified as a hostile element."
"No, no!" Yui hissed back, giving a thumbs-up. "They think you’re a total badass! Just... maybe dial back the 'sector safety' talk next time?"
Konone looked down at her blank notebook, her fingers trembling slightly. In her world, she knew exactly how to face a Void General. But facing thirty teenagers who were currently whispering about her hair? That was a battle she wasn't sure she could win.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGVsEKsZW1S
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