(Friday, April 1st, 2050)
The late morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Kaigen Toshi University’s lecture hall. Dust motes drifted in the air like fragments of memory.This was no ordinary school—it was the pinnacle of Japan’s academic elite, where the children of nobles, conglomerates, and political dynasties converged.
「Welcome, second-year students.」
Professor Tachibana’s voice cut through the murmur like steel drawn from a sheath. His eyes—sharp, hawk-like—swept across the hall of immaculate uniforms.
「From this year onward, complacency will no longer be tolerated. Our university does not raise mediocrity. However…」
A rare smirk tugged at the professor’s lips.
「…since tomorrow is the weekend, I’ll spare you from a proper lecture. For now—」「Sensei.」
The interruption came crisp and clear. All heads turned.At the center row stood a girl with sleek black hair cascading to her waist—Riyuka Tachibana. Her eyes, sharp and disciplined, were locked on the back corner of the room.
「Why,」 she asked coldly, 「is he sleeping already?」
A faint stir rippled through the students.Professor Tachibana followed her gaze—and froze.There, sprawled across his desk as though it were his own futon, lay a foreign-looking boy. Light brown skin, tall frame, utterly unbothered by the stares boring into him.
The professor’s brow twitched. He glanced down at the roll sheet.【…No surname? Just… Jerry?】「Jerry!」
The boy stirred, one eye opening lazily. He rubbed at his face, exhaling through a yawn.
「…What?」
He sat up, scratching the back of his neck, posture slouched as if gravity alone dictated his existence.
「Since you find my class so comfortable,」 Tachibana said, irritation seeping through, 「perhaps you’d care to introduce yourself.」
Jerry blinked once. Twice. Then—「Do I really have to, though?」
A few students snickered. The professor’s jaw tightened.
「That wasn’t a request.」「Tch… fine.」
He rose slowly, stretching his arms above his head before trudging to the front. Every step seemed to test the class’s patience.
「The name’s Jerry. That’s it. Just Jerry.」
He paused, scanning the faces before him with detached disinterest.
「Hobbies… dunno. Guess I’ll find one when something actually interests me. Until then—don’t wake me when I’m asleep. Messes with my cycle.」
Soft laughter scattered through the rows.
Jerry tilted his head. 「This the part where you ask questions?」
Immediately, a hand shot up.
A smug grin accompanied it—Yamato Shinji, heir to the Shinji family.「Yeah, I’ve got one.」Jerry’s tone didn’t change. 「Shoot.」
「What’s a monkey like you doing in Japan’s most prestigious university?」
Laughter erupted. Cruel. Sharp.Then The room fell silent.
Professor Tachibana’s expression darkened. 【Tch… that brat. If not for his father’s influence, I’d have expelled him months ago.】
Across the rows, subtle expressions flickered—
Hana Allen: 【How vile. I’ll be speaking to Father about him later.】Sakura Minami: 【That’s too cruel…】
Yamato’s smirk widened. 「Well, monkey? Answer me.」
Jerry’s eyes opened fully for the first time—black, calm, yet oddly deep.He tilted his head slightly. 「Humor me for a sec. What’s your full name?」
「Hah? Yamato Shinji. You should be honored to know it.」
Jerry’s tone remained flat, but his words turned razor-sharp.「Ah. The Shinji family. Mid-tier Yakuza group with a few shell businesses, right? Not bad. Impressive, for a clan that was nearly wiped out thirteen years ago.」
The entire class froze.
「W-what did you just say?!」Yamato’s face twisted in disbelief and rage. 「You don’t know anything, you damn monkey!」
Jerry’s gaze lowered, shadows falling over his eyes.「Believe what you want. But tell your father this—」
He leaned forward slightly, voice dropping to a near whisper that filled the entire hall.「—‘the one who almost destroyed you will return to Japan in a few months.’」
Yamato’s breath caught. His friends recoiled, the laughter gone, replaced by the quiet tremor of fear.
Jerry exhaled, his tone returning to that same detached calm.「It’s good for the weak to know their place.」
A suffocating silence blanketed the hall.
Professor Tachibana’s hand trembled around his clipboard.【…The rumors were true. The Shinji clan was annihilated by a single man thirteen years ago. But how—how does this boy know?】
The sunlight from the tall windows seemed colder now.And somewhere behind those dark, half-lidded eyes——something ancient watched quietly.
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