2-3: Accidental conflict

“Nanana~.”

I hummed along as the teacher explained how magic formulas worked and why they were so important when using magic. It was very basic, but I guess they wanted us to remember it, as a prelude to future lessons.

“And with the formulas other things are regulated, for example, without formulas the mana would go out like a broken fountain, and that would cause severe health problems if it happens too much.”

“That explains it…”

We had eight different classes in total: Magical History, Magical Theory, Daily Life, Physical Education, Math, Science, Art, and First Aid. Most of these classes exist to learn how to use magic, but some, like First Aid, are meant to turn us into functioning humans; after all, we're only fifteen.

Because we are in the regular class, there’s another reason to learn all those things.

“This is so boring...”

“Izan! pay attention!”

“Ugh.”

The students in the regular class are distinguished by their uniforms and personality. The buttons on our uniforms are silver, representing that we're below the best. Also, our class is accessible to anyone with enough money to pay the tuition, so most of the students are people who can afford it, but lack the intelligence or motivation to take it seriously. Even though their money or status are irrelevant here, some don't understand at first. If I had to guess, most were sent here by their parents...In that sense, this class feels more like a kindergarten for rich people.

“...”

I could say more about them, but that would be a bit hypocritical, after all, I wasn't paying much attention to this specific class either.

“(I could connect a mana rope between those two corners and then walk in it…)”

I almost never use normal magic, so my interest was really low in the things that didn’t qualify as interesting fun facts. The other classes give me everything I want and are more interesting, so I don’t try really hard with this one. I think some people do that even in my previous world.

If anyone is wondering, my plan when we have a test is that I’ll study the day before and that way my results will be decent, like in normal school.

“(I wonder how many of them like puppet shows…)”

My idea was to wait until today’s classes ended and then talk with some people, that way I could try to do little shows after classes with people that already know me. It would be a good way to spend my free time.

Unfortunately, things never turn out the way you expect.

“Thank you very much.”

During lunchtime, I was happy to receive something tasty for free. My family never had a special interest in good recipes, so our meals always tasted the same. Eating something different and hot every day was like improving my quality of life ten notches. It doesn't help that in my previous life, I survived my later years eating any microwaveable food and instant noodles... In a way, that's nostalgic.

“Do we really need to eat this?”

I looked at the place where those words came from, and it was a guy with a modified uniform. Even when the modifications made it almost unrecognizable, I noticed that he had silver buttons, so he must be from my class. I think he’s complaining with a friend about the food.

“Just throw it under a table, we can get good food from the outside.”

“You’re right.”

I didn't like the idea of ​​wasting good food like that, so I made a mana rope and threw it, stealing the food from her hands and leaving it on my table.

“Puree and a hamburger, that chef has a good taste.”

“Hey!”

I thought it would all end without any complaints and we would continue with our lives, but that guy came up very angry.

“What are you doing?!”

“Eating.”

“That was mine!”

“You were planning on throwing it, I don’t see the problem.”

“You can’t just take something that is mine!”

“I can’t?”

“No! You can’t!”

It was a little funny looking at someone angry that was not Cloe, but I didn’t want to cause problems there, so I just tried eating the food thinking that maybe he wouldn’t be interested if the food was already bitten. I don’t know why, but apparently that was the wrong move.

“Are you mocking me?!”

In neither of my lives have I had much experience dealing with rich people, so I had to be careful with my words. Thinking it might work, I tried to tell him what I would say if I had Cloe in front of me.

“No, If I wanted to do that then I would say something about your face.”

“...You…”

You know? I’m starting to think that having Cloe as my only friend maybe did something to my social abilities…It’s just a theory.

My ideas were interrupted when a fork quickly approached my face. By pure instinct I blocked with the spoon I was using to eat.

“That was a close one.”

“I can’t accept someone robbing me and then insulting my face without consequences!”

“And what are you gonna do? We’re not allowed to use violence against other students, so technically I just saved you.”

“Ugh, wait until the last class from today, I will make you regret everything you did!”

That sounded like a threat, so I tried to remember what the last class was so I could predict what he was planning to do.

“...Until Physical Education?”

Without saying anything else, that guy left the place. Without any other inconvenience, I tried to eat before lunchtime was over. We lost too much time with this discussion.

“Hmm…I think I offended him…”

It was obvious that I did something wrong, but I think he overreacted a little…Or maybe people with money are just really sensitive…Whatever the answer was, I have something to do now.

“Well, I think I must prepare.”

It wasn’t that hard deducting what he wanted to do, so I prepared my gloves.