Takayama Shinzui has finally descended in the Tokyo where he finds himself with bustling liveliness of the people who are busy with their own needs he decides to settle himself by getting a house first. For that he starts to wander the city to get one and particularly in one real estate office he found out about a monor that is more than 1000 years old so he decided to buy that. for him money is of no issue because he can generate as much gold as he can since he can do anything with his powers and then turning the gold into money is a simple matter for him. The manor is a relic of a bygone era, its architecture rich with history, yet it has weathered the passage of time with dignity. Ivy climbs the stone walls, and tall trees surround the property, offering a haven of tranquility in the midst of the bustling city. He walked to the manor's wrought-iron gate to unlock it which creaks softly as he pushes it open. The air is thick with the scent of earth and foliage, a stark contrast to the city's metallic tang. As he steps onto the cobblestone path leading to the entrance, he feels a sense of connection with this place, as though it recognizes him as its rightful owner. Now that he has acquired a house all that is left for him is to enroll at the academy. for that he chooses the most prestigious Academy in all of Tokyo the entrance exams are no matter to him since he is beyond the concept of omniscience. He gets enrolled in Shirakawa Academy. An Academy known for creating a lot of geniuses and having a most prestigious dorm. It teaches proper etiquette to the students and has a big cafeteria with all sorts of food. With this task finished he decided to get some rest in the manor. after a long sleep he gets ready for his first day of the school, Shinzui dons his school uniform: a crisp white shirt, a black blazer adorned with the school's emblem, a red tie, and neatly pressed black trousers. The uniform, though simple, takes on an air of regality when worn by Shinzui, a reflection of his inner nature. After ensuring that his appearance is impeccable, he leaves his manor, locking the door behind him with a soft click. The gate closes with a quiet clang, marking the beginning of a new chapter in his journey. As he walks through the streets of Tokyo, Shinzui greets those he passes with a polite nod, his golden eyes observing everything with quiet intensity. The city is alive with its own rhythm, the sounds of morning routines blending into a familiar melody. The distant hum of traffic, the chatter of schoolchildren, the rustle of leaves in the wind—each sound is a note in the symphony of life.
When Shinzui arrives at the school, he is greeted by the sight of students milling about the entrance, chatting in groups, or hurrying to their classes. The school's gates stand open, welcoming him into the world of youth and learning. As he steps onto the school grounds, he feels the energy of the place, a vibrant pulse of potential and possibility.
Inside the school, Shinzui's presence does not go unnoticed. As he walks through the hallways, students cast curious glances his way, intrigued by the new face in their midst. There is something about him—an aura of quiet power and infinite depth—that draws the eyes of those around him. Whispers follow him as he passes, but he remains composed, his expression serene and unreadable.
In the classroom, Shinzui takes his seat near the window, where he can observe both the interior of the room and the world outside. The teacher begins the lesson, and the students settle into their routines, but Shinzui remains acutely aware of everything around him. He listens to the discussions, watches the interactions, and senses the underlying currents of emotion that flow through the room. Each moment, each exchange, is a piece of a larger puzzle—a narrative within the grand tapestry that The Creator has woven.
Throughout the day, Shinzui encounters various students, each with their own story. Some are driven by ambition, others by the desire for acceptance, and still others by the pursuit of knowledge. These are the stories that will shape the future, and Shinzui observes them with a keen interest. He interacts with his classmates, not to alter their paths but to understand them better. His conversations are measured, his words chosen carefully, for he knows that even the smallest action can have far-reaching consequences.
As the day progresses, Shinzui's thoughts occasionally drift to the narratives unfolding around him. He contemplates the connections between the students, the way their lives intertwine, and the subtle forces that guide their actions. He is aware that his own presence is a part of this intricate web, yet he remains an observer, careful not to disrupt the natural flow of events.
When the school day comes to an end, Shinzui returns to his manor, the setting sun casting long shadows across the city. The once bustling streets of Tokyo begin to quiet down as people head home, their day winding to a close. Shinzui walks with a measured pace, his thoughts occupied by the events of the day. The school had been a microcosm of life, a reflection of the larger narrative, filled with its own dramas, ambitions, and conflicts. Yet, within these ordinary moments, Shinzui could sense the deeper threads that connected everything, woven into the fabric of the narrative by the unseen hand of The Creator.