**Chapter 7: UA Hero Academia??**
The principal's office at Saita School in Saikono City was a place of quiet authority. The room was modest yet dignified, with a large wooden desk at its center. On the desk, pens and books were meticulously arranged, alongside an extinguished lamp that added a touch of old-world charm. The walls were painted a soft, buttery white, giving the space a warm and inviting feel. The only decorations were three wooden chairs and a single painting of a sunflower field, its golden hues framed in a simple wooden border. The painting seemed to radiate a sense of hope and possibility, a stark contrast to the tension that filled the room.
Kyouta sat on one of the chairs, his posture respectful but his eyes fixed on the ground. His expression was calm, though a faint shadow of guilt lingered in his features. Across from him, the principal sat in his desk chair, his arms crossed as he observed the young student. The principal was a stout man, his figure slightly rounded, dressed in an elegant brown suit that spoke of his position. His black hair was neatly combed, and his white skin bore the faint lines of age and experience. His demeanor was calm, almost serene, as if he had seen it all before.
The principal glanced at his wristwatch, the faint ticking of the clock filling the silence. He lowered his hand slowly and turned his gaze back to Kyouta. "He's a little late. Should we call him again?" he asked, his voice steady and unhurried.
Kyouta raised his head slightly, about to respond, when a knock at the door interrupted him. The principal granted entry, and the door opened to reveal a tall man in his late twenties. He had light brown hair, a faint beard framing his jawline, and a handsome, approachable face. His gray shirt clung slightly to his chest, damp with sweat, and he carried a brown jacket slung over his right arm. He looked as though he had rushed to get here, his breathing slightly uneven as he stepped into the room.
The man scratched the back of his head, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. "Excuse me, I'm really sorry for being late. I was barely able to find a taxi," he said, his tone polite and apologetic.
Kyouta's eyes widened slightly as he whispered under his breath, his voice tinged with emotion. "Brother…"
But as soon as their eyes met, Kyouta quickly averted his gaze, his head dropping back toward the ground. His expression was one of remorse and regret, as though he carried a heavy burden he couldn't quite articulate.
The older brother, unfazed by the principal's presence, walked straight to Kyouta. He draped his brown jacket over the edge of the principal's desk, then bent down, placing his fingers gently under Kyouta's chin. "What's wrong with that look?" he said softly, his voice calm but firm. "I thought I told you not to show me that frowny face again."
Kyouta hesitated, then slowly raised his head to meet his brother's gaze. But the moment their eyes locked, he looked away again, unable to hold the connection. His older brother sighed, straightening up and turning to face the principal. His expression shifted from gentle concern to one of mild frustration.
"My brother is not the type of person who might cause any harm to the school," he said, his voice steady but with an edge of defensiveness. "He's weak and doesn't have any supernatural ability. How do you expect me to believe that he just beat up another student and broke the classroom blackboard?"
The principal remained calm, his hands resting on the desk as he regarded the older brother with a measured gaze. After a long pause—more than nine seconds of silence—he finally spoke. "What I told you on the phone is the truth. Knowing your brother doesn't change the facts of what happened. Every student who witnessed the incident, without exception, confirmed that Kyouta was the one who caused the chaos in the classroom. He was the one who broke the blackboard and defeated the student Hayter."
The older brother's face tightened, his emotions bubbling to the surface. "There's no way Kyouta would do something like this—" he began, but the principal raised a hand, cutting him off.
"Just calm down," the principal said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I didn't invite you here to chastise or punish Kyouta. We have secret surveillance cameras in every classroom. What kind of educational institution would we be if we didn't have such measures in place? Based on what happened yesterday and this morning, I can confidently say that your brother was being bullied and only defended himself. He didn't break the board; rather, he withstood a very strong blow and, fortunately, came out unscathed."
Both Kyouta and his older brother stared at the principal, their confusion evident. They spoke in unison, their voices overlapping.
"Then why am I here?"
"Then why is Kyouta here?"
The principal chuckled softly, the sound breaking the tension in the room. "This compatibility indicates that you are indeed brothers," he said, his tone light. "Anyway, Kyouta, I heard you told the students that you don't have any supernatural ability. But it's impossible for someone without an ability to defeat Hayter, whose strength is recognized by everyone in the school."
The older brother's eyes widened in surprise, and he turned to Kyouta, searching his face for answers. "Excuse me, there must be some mistake… Kyouta doesn't have any superpowers. It's impossible."
The principal leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Kyouta. "But look at him. He doesn't deny it. I don't know why he's hiding his ability and talent, but I'm willing to forgive him on one condition: he must join the UA Hero Academy." He paused, his expression turning serious. "If he refuses, I'll have no choice but to punish him with the same consequences that Hayter will face."
The room fell silent as the weight of the principal's words sank in. Kyouta and his older brother exchanged glances, their faces pale with shock. The idea of Kyouta attending UA Hero Academy seemed almost absurd.
"UA Hero Academy?!" the older brother exclaimed, his voice rising in disbelief. "You have to be kidding, right? Kyouta would be like an insect in that place, surrounded by all that talent."
The principal remained calm, his hands steepled on the desk. "Unfortunately, this is a decision that rests with Kyouta. It would be an honor for me to have one of my students join UA Academy. This has never happened before in the history of this school. Kyouta has the ability to pass the entrance exam. He can spread his wings and fly to a great place. I ask you not to deprive him of this opportunity."
Kyouta, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. His voice was quiet but firm. "I can't. I simply can't… UA Academy is four cities away from us. That means your housing and food expenses will double. Brother, I can't do this…"
The older brother's expression softened as he looked at Kyouta. No one in the world knew Kyouta better than he did. He could see the conflict in his younger brother's eyes, the mix of fear and determination. Memories of their parents' words echoed in his mind: *"Be of help to him. He is one of the weakest in this world."* But now, Kyouta wasn't talking about his lack of ability. He was worried about the financial burden it would place on his brother.
A small smile tugged at the older brother's lips. "If our mother and father were here, they would have been over the moon. Who would have believed that my weak little brother would take the UA exam?" He turned to the principal, his voice steady. "It's okay, principal. I want to see what my brother would do if he went to that place…"
The room seemed to hold its breath as the decision hung in the air. Kyouta's future, once so uncertain, now teetered on the edge of something extraordinary. The sunflower painting on the wall seemed to glow brighter, as if urging him to step into the light.
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