Back on the surface.
"...Shiranui, care to explain where Zenkichi is right now?" Medaka asked with a serious expression and an authoritative tone of voice at the small teen that was casually eating her 20th bag of chips.
They were in the Student Council room and were all gathered around together with a tense atmosphere.
It was to be expected that they were tensed, since it was almost the end of the school day and yet Zenkichi hasn't appeared with the two members he said he'll find to officiate their club.
Both Medaka and Nabeshima tried calling him several times but their calls went straight to voicemail.
Shiranui shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "How should I know? Maybe he got lost looking for them."
Medaka's expression hardened. "I find that hard to believe. Zenkichi is not one to get lost easily."
"I don't know what to tell you, Medaka-chan. All I know is that he hasn't returned any of my messages either." Shiranui replied with a small smile.
Nabeshima spoke up, her voice also carrying a sense of worry. "Do you think something might have happened to him?"
Medaka didn't want to think about that possibility, but it was starting to worry her as well. "We have to find him. Let's split up and search the school."
Fwah!
"Yer girls are being too anxious. The kid is probably busy being an errand boy with whoever he's recruiting. Probably went out to illegally buy a few beers or somethin'." A drunken voice sounded out from behind, getting their attention.
Medaka let out a sigh and turned back towards a desk where a person had her legs crossed over on it.
"Kirigakure-sensei. Although your logic sounds reasonable, but trust me when I say that Zenkichi is not the type to do anything of that sort, plus he would've just outwit the person he's trying to recruit. We still need to find him and make sure he's safe."
Sitting unladylike and indecently on the chair behind the wooden desk was a hot young woman with long hot pink hair with yellow ends that resemble flames which she keeps up in a high ponytail, pink eyes and full lips.
But her most eye-catching features were her curvaceous figure, which anyone could see as she wore a very revealing bikini top, with a short school jacket to cover her shoulders and a red tie between her big boobs; showcasing the red markings or tattoos on her chest and abdomen, along with denim shorts and with stockings as the bottom part of her outfit alongside a pair of brown cowboy boots.
She was the opposite definition of what a school teacher is, the gyaru or delinquent teacher of Hakoniwa Academy, Kirigakure Shura.
"Bah. Just call me Shura for heaven's sake, I don't like any of that formal shit." Shura gave a dismissive wave as she took a sip from her bottle, "Oh and can y'all stop being so paranoid. He's a grown ass boy now, he can take care of himself just fine."
"...Didn't he make a name for himself as the Dragon Warrior or Demonic Hound or something?" She paused for a moment before shrugging her shoulders.
Kikaijima frowned, warning the red head, "Kiri– Shura–sensei, no matter how stressed you are, smoking in school is prohibited, even if you're in the student council room."
But as Shura continued on drinking, ignoring her, she let out a resigned sigh, "Also you've unbuttoned your jacket, again."
"What's the harm? There are only girls here! Besides, it'd be a shame for these puppies to just hide in a tight confine space and not let the world see." Shura exclaimed with a pout.
"...Just buy a bigger jacket." Everyone had a deadpanned expression.
"Can't. I'm low on cash." Shura flatly replied before taking another sip of her bottle, her face flushing more red.
"...Why did you choose her as our advisor again?" Medaka turned towards Nabeshima with a disapproving expression.
Even her, the most exhibitionist person in the room, felt shameful of this lazy teacher of theirs.
And believe it or not, she was even apparently both one of the guidance counselors and social studies teacher!
Shiranui, the chairman's granddaughter, even thought it was ridiculous that her grandfather hired someone as unprofessional as her.
Honestly, to her, she felt like her grandfather was being quiet on a lot of things by now...even the stuff about the Flask Plan was kept from her.
Nabeshima's lips twitched, "Trust me, Kurokami, she wasn't my first and second pick to be our advisor. I was really going for Hiratsuka-sensei, but it seems like she's already an advisor for another club."
"What about the second one?" Shiranui said.
"Same reason. Seems like he became the Gamer Club's advisor, well, I did expect him to join a video game related club anyway...." she let out despaired sigh, looking down with a dead expression. "I've tried every other teacher that I know would fit our club but in the end, she was the only one available."
There was dead silence in the room.
Medaka shook her head and said, "What's important right now is finding Zenkichi. We'll go around school to go find him and if he isn't here, and even after I call Hitomi-sensei, then we go to the authorities for help."
She then turned towards the drunken teacher,
"Shura-sensei, we'll be going out for now. Please stay in the room and call for us if Zenkichi gets here."
The teacher gave a dismissive wave. "Suit yourself. Just don't go overboard with your search, alright? It's not like he's a missing person or anything."
Medaka glared at her. "That doesn't mean we shouldn't be worried about him."
Shura chuckled and took another sip from her bottle. "Suit yourself. Just don't get too worked up about it." With that, she leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes.
Medaka turned back to her council members and took a deep breath. "Let's start searching. Shiranui, you take the north wing. Nabeshima, you take the east. I'll take the west. Kikaijima, you take the forest. We'll meet back here in an hour and report back."
"Got it!" Everyone firmly nodded and they all headed out of the room.
A few moments after they headed out, Shura opened her eyes.
"Just where the fuck is that spawn of satan. I knew he was hidden greatly by his dear old daddy and a few of his contacts, but even after a year of being employed here, I still haven't gotten a clue of his true identity."
She clicked her tongue and stood up from her chair, taking a few steps towards the window, looking outside with a determined expression.
"No matter. Even if it takes a decade, I will find you, and I will destroy you. It doesn't matter if yer a kid. Curse yer old man for birthing ye." She muttered, coldly looking out of the window. Shura then spotted a certain man at the corner of her eye.
He had very manly handsome facial features, with a black rimmed sunglasses hiding his eyes and a cool slick combed back black hair.
He wore a refined black suit, hiding his strong physique, and he seemed like some rich kid's bodyguard patrolling around the school.
But that wasn't the case, Shura could tell.
Even from here, she could feel the bloodlust radiating off of him. The raw power that was hiding in him.
'Still. This school is fucking weird. To think that despite almost none of them having spiritual power, mana, or demonic power yet they show incredible physical prowess and unimaginable abilities that it seems magic.'
She narrowed her eyes, muttering, "The guy looks suspicious as all hell. I need to keep an eye on him..."
And also find that Zenkichi brat, making his harem worry about him like that, what kind of man does that?
Suddenly, she heard a loud noise and the room she was in shook.
Shocked, she turned towards the door with wide eyes and immediately ran out.
"What in the hell was that about...?"
.....
A few minutes earlier.
Medaka was swiftly clearing through several classrooms by the second when she suddenly felt the whole world was spinning.
'I'm in the air...?' Though confused, she kept a calm mind and had quickly controlled her body to land on her feet safely.
Bang!
–Not! She thought to herself as a large meaty fist was flying towards her face.
She swiftly dodged it and spun around, ready to face her attacker, only to find a large muscular girl standing before her.
She was the definition of muscular. If it weren't for the fact she was wearing the female school uniform, Medaka would have mistaken her as a man.
She was tall, taller than even Medaka, and had a deadly fierce appearance of a stoic frown on her face. She has long white hair, reddened-dark skin; blue eyes, and a scar across her face. Her school uniform had ripped sleeves and bandages on her arms and legs, and a blue skirt that barely covered her extremely muscular thighs.
'...Why does she look like she's a JoJo anime character?' Medaka couldn't help but thought as she watched her come up to her.
"My apologies," Unexpectedly, she started to apologize with a deep tone of voice, staring at Medaka with a serious expression.
"What for?" Medaka asked, knowing what she meant, but she wanted to know more of her intention.
"For the sneak attack. But I wouldn't be able to initiate a fight with you if I hadn't done that," The girl explained, there was a brief pause, and she extended her right hand out. "My name is Ogami Sakura, 1st Year Class 11."
Medaka looked down at the offered hand and grabbed it, introducing herself as well, "My name is Kurokami Medaka, 1st Year Class 13."
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