Morning assembly

As everyone convened for classes, Mimoko took note of the fact Iori was absent. There was reason as Iori had been asked to partake in interviews for the morning news shows as had the other members of team Japan. The homeroom teacher wasn't having any excuses though.

"I don't care if she's sick, dead, or not, she doesn't show up for this of all things, her ass is expelled!"

"But uh, if she's dead, then why would you get mad?" a snarky girl asked.

"Because dying to get out of attending the most important school assembly in our history is an offense worthy of the death penalty!"

"Uh, but if she's already dead-"

"QUITE SNAPPING BACK! Now single file, to the gymnasium!"

...

All the school's students that were present began sitting down in chairs in the gymnasium. As Ichimitsu had mentioned earlier, the school was allegedly about to choose it's new principal and by extension, chairman, as Nagi Enoki had essentially been both.

"Students, faculty, I welcome you to this momentous assembly," a girl with long silver hair and thick eyebrows stated.

This was the new student council president, Shirako Ginkawa. Then the student council secretary, she had been promoted following the deaths of Nagi and Kazuya. She was not as despicable as them, but did arguably have just as much ambition. Plus, she was part of the shogi club, and disciplinary committee.

"Today, we have the honor of unveiling our new principal and chairwoman. First our new vice principal..."

Ichiko Rojas then strutted out onto the stage, much to the utter dismay of Maida. However, it was the next person that stepped onto stage that made folks like Mimoko and the gang uncomfortable.

"And our new chairwoman and principal, even though they should be held by different people, ahem, Smoothie Q. Mifsud."

Mifsud smirked as she strutted onto stage, still bald and evil as ever. "Hello everyone! Today marks the new beginning of your life. How about I start listing off my new orders," she smirked.

Mifsud smirked as she strutted onto stage, still bald and evil as ever. "Hello everyone! Today marks the new beginning of your life. How about I start listing off my new orders. To start, all heads shaved, and microchips mandatory," she smirked.

The room went silent. Some students began laughing, others staring awkwardly. If Mifsud wasn't already bald, many might have interpreted her words as more of a joke, but they were anything but.

"You have a good sense of humor, but I think forcing the students to go bald and get a microchip is a bit too far. Only corporate executive slaves like me should be mandated to smoothness, but uh, no microchip please," Ichiko smiled.

Mifsud nearly snapped at her, but caught herself in time. "You're right. Maybe all students shouldn't be hotwired right away, but Mimoko Inoue is one that certainly needs to be now. How about we use her as an example of what will be the future of the school," Mifsud smiled as spotlights shined down on Mimoko.

A bald effeminite man in formal wear then appeared and dragged Mimoko up to the stage. This was Sebastian, Mifsud's driver.

As for Mimoko, she was scowling, but not resisting. Not resisting because she knew she could easily send Mifsud packing.

"Want to shave me bald again and try to eliminate me again, play me in a game of chess."

And that was where Mifsud's fake smile shattered to pieces, yet morphed into a sinister smile rather than an upset one. "You'd try and take me down in chess? Look at how I pale in comparison to you there," she fake-cried as she displayed her WWCF card and her abysmal rating of just 50.

Her rating was worse than the principal's had been and even though Scharlachrot had deliberately lowered her rating to zero, her strength was on-par with a 500-elo player, making Mifsud truly one of the worst chess players out there. She was hoping this would grant her pity points, but the realm of chess was the one place Mimoko could be merciless.

"You of all people can't turn this down. But I guess since your rating is seemingly pitiful, I can give you a handicap," Mimoko glared.

Mifsud wanted to refuse, but noticing what looked to be a WWCF official in the far corner of the room, she angrily accepted the proposal. "Alright, but when you lose, everyone here, teachers, staff, students, goes bald in your name with you for losing."

"And when I win, you vacate all positions within the school you hold and never come here, nor spread your influence here again."