At the front door of the classroom, the students leaving parted in fear to clear the way.
Walking through the human wall and standing beside Osmond-sensei and me, giving us a stern look, was Shibahime.
"This is the medicine."
"This is… the medicine?"
Isn't this more like poison…? The so-called "medicine" Osmond-sensei had prepared was drawing everyone's attention as she entered Class 4.
As Shibahime, Osmond-sensei, and I walked to the faculty room, he explained his intentions.
"Osmond-sensei, what is this about, calling me so suddenly?"
"Shibahime, I want you to teach Akatani swordsmanship."
"I'll politely decline. This is utterly random."
She refused instantly, despite claiming it was random.
"This is part of your penalty. You've been asking your homeroom teacher, Komine-sensei, if there's a place where you can cut people, haven't you?"
"Shibahime…!? What on earth are you asking the school for!?"
