Elijah: “...*Cough* *Cough* Well, let me introduce myself. My name's Elijah! Nice to meet you... two...”

Alyandrea: “...Hi.”

Oliviera: “Oh my – Oh my gosh…! Are you... Are you...?! Could you be that Pri-”

Wayne: “Sorry I'm late...! I got tired of looking around for the assembly hall and had to ask a random adult for help finding it!”

Mr. Abrams: “You're late, but...why? There's only one event happening today, so all you had to do was follow the other visitors to the front of this here assembly hall.”

Wayne: “I did that, actually. There was this kid who was muttering about the assembly hall so I asked if I could follow him, but he ignored me. Heheh, I thought the guy was just shy or nervous so I followed along, except he didn't lead me to the assembly hall. In fact, we didn't make it anywhere near the outside assembly. Instead, I found myself getting chased around by some black hounds...”

Principal: “Ah, that would be the open field section for heroes who depend on animals and smaller segments of nature such as flowers, to train their powers without restraint.

Those dogs were donated by a retired geneticist who gave up genetically modifying animals for heroes and villains, as his final creation. He hoped they could live a life of peace by helping to train young wannabe heroes, but sometimes they attack intruders that get too close.

But that's on the other side of school campus. You must have arrived here pretty early, considering it's over 300 kilometers from the front gate.”

Wayne: “Hahaha... haha.. yeah, I expected to be the first one here since I came WAY early, but I only JUST made it thanks to a teacher...um, I think her name was Ms. Ivory?

Mr. Abrams: “There's no such teacher here.”

Principal: “Actually, as of last week there is. I hired her to begin overseeing the students with their 'cleaning duties'.

Since one of a non-combatant's responsibilities is to help heroes ensure a clean and safe environment: They are to perform such duties throughout school grounds so that future heroes and sidekicks alike can train in satisfaction. She will be the one that grades them.”

Mr. Abrams: “What about Mr. Reeds, the current head janitor of our school? He told me that he applied for that position once the building opened up..”

Principal: “He did. I just... well he IS old. It's about time for him to retire anyways, right? She's his future replacement. Besides, she's such a sweet breath of fresh air~”

Mr. Abrams: “And here you said I was the shameless one.”

Principal: “Relax~ He already agreed to it: said he could start planning his retirement sooner. For now, he'll be assisting her and showing her the ropes. Anyhow, Wayne... where is she now? I don't see her with you, and where did that other boy you were following go off to?”

Wayne: “Well, she took me here with some weird hovering moped-scooter type thing so I managed to cut a lot of the time short, but then Ms. Ivory left to look for him. I dunno any more than that.”

Principal: "How wonderfully considerate of her~ Alright enough stalling! You're late so go join up with the the others in your group. Elijah! I'm assigning you in charge until we return. Mr. Abrams, you're to look in the third building classrooms. They might not have received the assembly notice and thought today would start as an ordinary school day. I'll stay here in case Ms. Ivory returns with the lost student.”

Mr. Abrams: “What – Why do I have to search while you get to do nothing?!”

Principal: “Because, they're your students? Isn't that obvious by now?”

Mr. Abrams: “Grrrgh, hmph. Those damn kids – if they weren't so powerless and fragile I'd murder them all.

Without killing them! Because I'm a fucking hero!”

Principal: “Great enthusiasm you're showing the kids. Elijah, once again I'm leaving you in charge. Mr. Pierce of 1-A and Mrs. Haldeen of 2-B, please keep an extra eye out for wandering noncombatant students that happen to come close to this building. Here are their portraits, if you would kindly patrol the perimeter.”

...

Wayne: “So you're name's Elijah? Hi! Sorry I'm late... I honestly didn't think anybody would be so bad with directions.”

Elijah: “Hello Wayne! It's very nice to meet you. My name's Elijah Abiko and yes, I'm extremely happy to meet my fellow classmates for the next handful of years!”

Oliviera: “AHAHAHA~

Oh, you and your jokes~ What do you mean that you are going to be spending the next few years with us?

Classmates?

You're Prince Elijah! The previously undefeated GENERATION LEADER who only has 1 single loss to his name! Besides, the one you lost to was THE Queen so losing was only natural, you know~”

Wayne: “Oh? I see, so you're...”

Elijah: “Can you please, not mention that? Heheh, it's not a moment that I'm proud of. I am simply Elijah here, drop the prince, if you would.”

Oliviera: “O-Oh, okay. If that is what you want. Anything you say Pri-OH! Sorry-! I-I mean Elijah, Elijah! It might take some getting used to...sorry..”

Elijah: “That's fine. No need for the awkward feelings! I just wanted to clarify that I am no longer the 'Prince' that you and everyone else might still see me as.”

Alyandrea: “'Sup. I'm Aly and I don't plan on staying cooped up in this place as a dingy referee or a nurse for the heroes! I plan to BE a hero one day! So...yeah. That's it. Oh, and I'll never stop training! So, sorry ahead of time if I begin slacking in my work or pile my troublesome stuff onto those of you that plan on staying as non-combatants!”

Wayne: “...I don't think that's quite how it-”

Oliviera: “Bitch I ain't doin' your work. You drop the ball and I'll go call whoever is teaching us at the time. I don't care if it's sweeping dirt or washing toilets If I hafta put up with this nasty shit to be close to my idols then so do you.”

Alyandrea: “...Look, call me bitch one more time and I'll kick that fat ass of yours so hard-!“

Oliviera: “BIT-”

Elijah: “Okay! Okay...haha. Jeez, let's all get along now, okay? Aly... um it's GREAT that you wanna be a hero one day. Wonderful even, I have no doubt that with enough effort you stand a chance at making it one day.

But until then, you need to put in the same effort as all of us. No questions asked. We can't carry your slack for you. Okay? Very nice to meet you, by the way!”

Wayne: “Yeah, nice to meet you...ahahaha...”

Halfway through their initial conversation with the Principal and homeroom teacher – a different scenario was playing out near the black dogs.

?: “Remember: this ENTIRE operation stems on your cooperation: if you fail us, we'll expose you. We'll kill your mother and have you taken in by the 'heroes' for questioning.”

Rise: “It doesn't sound like an order from the president, so I refuse. Plus, I'm more scared of him than you.”

?: “Aren't you afraid of us killing your mother? Don't worry, what Pres doesn't know won't hurt him, yeah?”

Rise: “AHAHAHA!! Hilarious, fucking hilarious. Do you really think you can pull one over THE president of Villain Haven?! That bastard runs a NATION! He's undefeated! He's killed so many top tier heroes that people eventually stopped targeting his head no matter what crimes he commits. I don't care who you think you are: you're nothing, compared to that.”

?: “I---! Waid a moment, somebody's coming. We'll continue this another time. You WILL help us, brat. You have no other choice.”

…

Ophelia: “Are-Are you sure this is the way to the classroom? I think we should go back...”

Noel: “...How should I know which way leads to our classroom, I've only ever come to the front office before to register!”

Ophelia: “But...I thought you were leading...That's kinda why...you're in front, right?”

Noel: “No no! Don't pin this on me! Remember, you got us lost trying to get to the nurse's office! I retraced our steps back to the front entrance where we dumped the dead - weights and now I'm trying to take a different route in hopes of...oh wait – look! People! Those two should know where to go. Let's ask for their help.”

Ophelia: “Was...Was that really the right thing to do...ah! Wait! Don't run like that.”

…

Mr. Abrams: “...Why in the world are a number of weird children piled on top of one another and blocking the entrance inside? Is somebody screwing with me?!

They are, aren't they?! Haaah, I'll call the principal and ask him to look into their identities and take all these kids home... but first: Let's try getting some information from their memories, shall we?

Haaah, this job just gets more and more tedious. I already wanna sleep...”

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