Classes From now on, six class representatives of the same grade will provide athletes for each class representative.
"Well then, why am I in this position?" I couldn't help but ask again why I was being lifted up like this.
"Because you're the pillar of our liberation."
"Right. This is the consensus of the boys in the class."
"Indeed."
The idiots slapped me on the shoulder and nodded "uh-huh" as if to say, "No one but you can do it." The male students in the class had pushed me into the role of class leader. Maria had received the same number of votes, but the others said, "There's no one else but Amachi-san who can be the coordinator." So I ended up in the position of general.
"You just sit there and keep your mouth shut."
"Amachi-san is a member of DROTS... cough, cough," said the bespectacled man with a 70-30 hair split, and stopped speaking.
So you're from DROTS... neither Nikub nor Garino are members of DROTS.
In fact, they were members of DROTS, a group made up of the school's outcasts.
I still don't know all of them. They mostly wear blindfolds, so I don't know who they are.
I've left everything about DROTS to Kakko.
I'm just giving crazy orders to DROTS, the collection circle.
"Amachi, I'll defend everything with my powerful arm. I'll protect everyone," said Nikub with a refreshing smile.
He had a well-built body. In a word, he was fat. He's a damn fatty.
His defense is second only to mine in Class D.
That's why he was entrusted with the role of a tough leader.
He held a large shield that was as tall as he was.
"My brilliant strategy will work. Leave the healing to me," said Garino.
Garino was skinny, like bean sprouts, with pale skin and a tall stature.
He didn't have any talent for weapon skills but was a specialist in support magic.
He was entrusted with the position of a strategic commander, but his role was closer to that of a medic.
"You guys were pretty good, come to think of it," I said.
Indeed, they were just extras, but in a world where many people couldn't use magic well, they were considered outstanding. Also, Megashuva was Amachi's best friend character, so with a little training, he was a character that could be used in the early stages.
Now, the distribution of Class D was as follows:
General: Me (Amachi)
Vice-General: Maria.
Fierce General: Claire.
Strategic General: Garino.
Tough General: Nikub.
By the way, Chiaki is one of the most talented people in the school, but since her classmates don't know her abilities, she's a one-point player.
At school, Chiaki with her spiral-patterned glasses was saying something ominous.
"Whenever I find out who got Suguru-kun dirty this time... hehehe."
Chiaki had an evil smile on her face that I had never seen before.
"Well then, we should drag out their intestines and prick them with needles," she said.
"That's a great idea! I'll break their arms and legs and pour boiling oil into their nose while they cry and scream," Ayaka chimed in.
"Ayaka-san, if you do that, their brain will boil and they'll die in an instant. We should start by gouging out their eyeballs to blind them. Then, we'll peel their nails off one by one, and of course, we'll extract each of their teeth. We can't give them the mercy of death. We want them to regret being alive," Chiaki added.
"Oh wow! I want to see that. I'll peel off all of their skin, slowly and carefully," Maria exclaimed.
"Well, that's fine too. It'll make for a great, albeit dirty, taxidermy," Chiaki said.
"But Ayaka-san, be careful not to peel off too much skin to the point of death," I interjected.
"It's okay. I'll start peeling from their toes," Ayaka replied.
"In that case, it should be okay," Chiaki agreed.
Maria and Chiaki continued their terrifying conversation, bonding over their shared ideas. It was like they were discussing torture methods used by the Mafia.
"Come on, you two. Don't get too carried away. Amachi-san is underestimating the class competition. We have to make the losers experience despair, or else they'll get conceited," I tried to calm them down.
"That's right. Some people can't be corrected without first seeing hell," Maria said.
"Huh... I see," I replied.
It turned out that my crappy, embarrassing, and fecal battle tactics were childish compared to their dangerous and twisted thoughts. These two had ideas that belonged in the minds of Mafia bosses or torturers from hell. I couldn't even fathom having such thoughts.
"I'm at a party with these two...my stomach is starting to ache," I thought to myself.
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The class competition between students of the same grade takes half a day to complete. The schedules of first-year, second-year, third-year, and fourth-year students are all different. Today is the day for the second-year students.
This takes place in a convenient virtual space, so there's no risk of dying. Even if your head is chopped off, your organs are ripped out, or you're turned into mincemeat... you won't actually die. It's a convenient space.
As for the class overview, each grade level has six classes, labeled A to F. It's a battle royale with six classes of 50 students each.
Each class has transfer students, those who have failed or dropped out, but each class is adjusted to have 50 students. Since Chiaki and I transferred to D class this year, there are two people who were expelled from the class last year... and I'm currently in second place.
"I absolutely can't lose..."
Anyway, let's get back on track.
The ranking system for the class battle is a simple point system.
The distribution of points is also simple. Before the class battle, roles are assigned within the class.
Class captain: 25 points.
Vice-captain with captain: 15 points.
Specialist in attack: 5 points.
Strategist: 5 points.
Specialist in defense: 5 points.
The other 45 students get 1 point each.
Each class starts with 100 points.
If your classmates lose, your points decrease, and if they win, your points increase.
You have half a day, about 12 hours, to earn as many points as possible. The class with the highest total points at the end wins.
If there's a tie, a PK battle like a one-on-one fight between the captains is held.
By the way, captains, vice-captains, and those with assigned roles tend to be strong, so they're usually selected.
The opposing team consists of all classes.
Classes A, B, and C have formed a united front.
These guys are true idiots who think of themselves as elites.
The A class, headed by yonhishi tsukasa, has a strong elite mindset, while the B and C classes are headed by yonhishi's cronies.
D Class is us.
E Class has a large number of beastmen and elves. Masaka Inori belongs here.
And F Class is where the main characters, including Kazane, gather.
Now, it seems to be the time for the captains of each team to make their player declaration.
"It looks like it's time. I'll go," I told my classmates and started walking with a sigh.
The captains of each class gathered together.
It seems Kazane is the captain of F Class.
"Is this according to the game...?" Yonhishi looked surprised when he saw my face.
"What, are you trash...?" He deliberately bumped into my shoulder and I fell backwards.
"I'm just garbage," I said, scratching my head with a silly grin.
"Hmph!" Yonhishi didn't seem interested in me and walked towards Kazane.
"You know what happens when you stand in my way with a shield?"
"I don't recognize you. I can't recognize you guys," he declared, looking at not only Yonhishi but also the strong-willed individuals who had a sense of superiority.
"I hope you don't regret it, pretty boy."
Yonhishi's followers also chuckled at Kazane.
Kazane walked towards me, who had fallen, and reached out his hand.
"Are you okay? Oh?... You're the one from back then.
"It's been a while. Nice to see you," I said, taking his hand and mustering a smile.
"It was expected that we would be batting here."
"Representing the team, huh? I understand why they picked someone as skilled as you," Kazane praised me, squinting his eyes a bit.
"You're buying me up too much," I replied.
"It's not like that. I think your sword skills are probably better than mine," Kazane said.
With a dry laugh, Kazane and I stepped onto the stage together.
Six classes of second-year students.
Six representative students were selected from among them and stood on a slightly elevated stage. Together, they declared that they would "honestly demonstrate their skills."
After the athlete's oath was over...
"Let's both do our best," Kazane said, extending his hand towards me.
Now, it seemed like we were rivals.
I took his hand and replied, "I'm sorry, but there are circumstances this time. I don't have any intention of losing."
I couldn't afford to be expelled.
I had no intention of losing.
With my mouth twitching, I found it difficult to meet the gaze of the protagonist Kazane, who recognized me as a rival with his clear eyes.
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Before the match, I made an excuse of "going to the toilet" and threw words into the empty space while hiding in the shade of the tree.
"Are you there?"
"Right here."
Two shadows appeared slowly.
"Kakko. How are the spies doing?"
"Everything is going smoothly. We are waiting in all classes, and we have control over all water supply points."
I said with a dignified tone, "I see. Cutting off supplies is a standard tactic. The longer the battle, the more advantageous we become. And what about the casino?"
"Our plan is also going well. The odds are highest for A and lowest for your class, sir."
"Well done."
I haven't been supervising lately, but it seems like our class has somehow reached the highest payout rate. It seems that Kakko is managing things as the secret leader.
It's nice to have one less thing to worry about.
Now I'll leave the rest to you.
"It's all thanks to your class intentionally losing miserably yesterday, sir. Enduring such humiliation and disgrace was the deciding factor."
"Oh. Really?"
I didn't mean to do that, but apparently, there were various things going on behind the scenes. I wonder what happened.
"The payout rate for your class is over 200 times. It seems that there is no chance of winning. Thanks to your strategy, we were able to manipulate the information."
"I see. By the way, how much money is currently in the pool?"
"I think it is still increasing, but excluding the money we bet, the amount pooled this morning was roughly 3 billion."
"What?!"
I was almost shocked out of my wits.
As the centerpiece of the casino, they seem to be collecting an astonishing amount of money.
I pretended not to be surprised.
As if I had known all along.
"I see...everything is going according to plan."
"Wow, amazing! As expected. I myself never imagined that such a huge amount of money would be involved," exclaimed the speaker.
"I feel the same way," replied the other person.
"Right. How about that?" the speaker asked.
"Just use 'that.' I haven't been thinking about anything. How far along is the plan?" the other person asked, worried.
"As soon as all the cash has been exchanged, we plan to release the informant. We have already gathered all the evidence and made all the necessary preparations. We are ready to exploit the weaknesses of the foolish ones who indulge in gambling. We have also created the groundwork to wield the reins of terror. We are collecting information as necessary," the speaker replied.
"I see," said the other person, impressed. "You're so capable."
It seemed like the speaker had already made the necessary preparations for what the other person had only casually thought up.
Hisui, who had been listening, spoke up after the speaker had finished.
"As the Master has suggested, we are also trying to smoke out Yamamoto. We have confirmed several suspicious individuals, including Yonhishi and his entourage, Steven, and his subordinates, who have been behaving strangely. The situation is changing rapidly, but we will report any strange behavior as soon as possible."
"I see. Thank you," replied the other person.
Although the Yamamoto case seemed unrelated, it appeared that Hisui was taking it seriously.
"Well, I should go. If I stay in the bathroom too long, people will get suspicious. See you," said the other person, bidding farewell to the group.
The other person returned to the D-class team, ready to face the upcoming class war, a battle that would determine their future.