Chapter 18 – Assembly.

Chapter 18 – Assembly.

Misaki stepped into the bustling halls of Kurosu High School, her mind filled with curiosity about the sudden assembly. As she made her way through the crowd, a voice unexpectedly reached her ears, drawing her attention. "Mi-chan, good to see you," the voice greeted her with a calm and gentle tone. Misaki's face brightened as she turned towards me. "Kana-chan," she replied with a warm smile, recognizing the girl beside her.

Kana, a fellow student at Kurosu High School and the president of the Archery Club. Her burnished brown hair and captivating blue eyes stared at Misaki. She wore the school uniform with confidence. What happened to President Yuuki?" she inquired, her tone laced with intrigue. Misaki noticed her genuine interest and paused for a moment before responding. "Nothing," answering nonchalantly, trying to downplay the significance of the situation. "Well, he looked concerned, worried, paranoid, and dangerously weird." Her voice filled with genuine concern, hinting at the deeper layers beneath my calm facade. Misaki's eyes widened, captivated by Kana's words. "Wait, did you see him or something?" she asked, hoping to gather more information. Kana's reply took on a hint of peculiarity, adding to the mystery. "He arrived just now and rushed to the student council room," she revealed, her voice tinged with curiosity. Misaki's mind raced with possibilities,

Feeling a surge of determination, Misaki turned to Kana, her eyes fixed and filled with a mix of shock and worry. "Kana... please drop my bag at my seat," she requested, swiftly unzipping her backpack and throwing it towards Kana with a flick of her wrist. With a determined stride, Misaki navigated through the crowd, her mind focused on reaching the student council room and getting to the bottom of the mystery surrounding my demeanour.

Inside the Student council president-

I sat in the student council room, surrounded by an air of authority and responsibility. The room was adorned with shelves filled with books on martial arts and a large wooden table at the center, where important documents were often laid out for discussion. The man before me, wearing a sleek black coat, entered the room with a sense of reverence and purpose.

"Master Yuuki," he addressed me, his voice filled with respect. His long black hair covered his head, adding an air of mystery to his presence. In his hands, he held a certificate, which he presented to me. "This is the certificate of verification for the 36th Yato Modern Japanese Sword Tournament," he announced.

I accepted the certificate, acknowledging its significance with a nod. "Well, I was expecting it around today," I replied, my tone reflecting a sense of maturity and responsibility. The Yato Modern Japanese Sword Tournament was an esteemed event in the martial arts community, and as a representative of Kurosu High School and the Yato lineage, it held great importance to me.

The man bowed deeply, showing his gratitude for my acceptance of the certificate. "Master, thank you," he expressed, his voice filled with sincerity. He understood the weight of this responsibility and the honor bestowed upon him as a participant in the tournament.

"You may take your leave," I granted him permission, acknowledging his commitment and dedication to his training. As he turned and exited the student council room, a sense of anticipation filled the air.

The door to the student council room swung open, and Misaki burst in, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. I looked up from the pile of documents scattered across the desk, my expression a mixture of concentration and exhaustion. The sight of Misaki entering with a sense of urgency caused my eyebrows to furrow in surprise.

"Yuuki!" she called out, her voice tinged with both relief and concern. She swiftly closed the door behind her, shutting out the outside world and creating an intimate space for our conversation. With hurried steps, she made her way towards me, her eyes scanning the room and landing on the disarray of papers surrounding me.

Her presence brought a sense of familiarity and comfort, like a soothing balm to my weary soul. In the midst of the weighty responsibilities that had been placed upon my shoulders, Misaki's arrival felt like a sentence, a reminder that I didn't have to face it all alone. “You look like you are dead ”

"What's the matter, Misaki?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of fatigue. It was a relief to have someone I could confide in, someone who understood the struggles and pressures that came with being the student council president. Misaki's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, the scattered documents and the air of responsibility that hung in the room. She knew all too well the weight I carried, and her concern was evident in her gaze.

"I received an urgent message from the faculty," I explained, my voice laced with urgency. "They're requesting my immediate attention regarding an important matter." My brows furrowed as she relayed the information, her concern mirrored in mine tone.

I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. The role of student council president came with its fair share of challenges and unexpected responsibilities. It seemed that another hurdle had been placed before me, demanding my attention and swift action.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed aside the exhaustion and focused on the task at hand. With Misaki by my side, I knew we could tackle any obstacle that came our way.