Self-Introduction - 1
Students at Rahal Academy generally do not engage in dangerous and unpleasant challenges.
They are children who have been called geniuses or prodigies until they enter the academy.
If you choose the wrong class, you suffer for an entire semester, so why would you go looking for unknown professors to take on new challenges?
Even among the geniuses, following the path of a senior or ancestor who is called a genius is sufficient. That alone can reach a first-rate position.
However, the story changes greatly if the student belongs to the F-Class.
Although they wear the academy uniform, they are not treated as students within the academy either.
This is not just about the bad glances from other students.
The quality of education is different, the facilities available are inferior, and even the meals provided are different.
The reason they are so thoroughly discriminated against is simple.
It's more advantageous to publicly announce that the student quit of their own volition rather than expel them.
The academy side says: It's not our fault, is it? The student couldn't endure it and wants to quit. What can we do? It's the student's own wish, after all.
If you don't like it? Then quit.
The academy was telling the F-Class students exactly that.
F-Class students who hadn't even received a promise of graduation were spending each day like on death row.
Suddenly, Adrian appeared before them.
Of course, since his name hadn't been revealed yet, the F-Class students felt a sense of unease.
But there were no other options. Might as well give it a try.
In their hearts, there was a desperate "maybe".
Instead of living on borrowed time, they chose to try the risky surgery table like experimental rats.
Above all, one rumor that couldn't help but attract the students' attention.
"The infamous Michelle can't even lift her head in front of Adrian."
After getting the F-Class stigma, the excitement and anticipation they hadn't felt in a long time. Students sat in the classroom waiting for Adrian with that feeling in their hearts.
Is the rumor true? Is the overflowing confidence and demeanor backed by substance?
Soon, the door to the lecture hall opened, and Adrian appeared.
***
"Everyone, please attend."
The lecture hall with no empty seats.
As I stare at it blankly, I feel anew that I have the position of a professor.
It was the moment I wanted to take a breath after avoiding Charlotte's bad ending on the first day, but is this good news or bad news.
Everyone is staring at me.
I could read in their questioning eyes not only doubt but also expectation.
"The uniforms and name tags are all different."
There are unfortunate new students who fell into F-Class right after enrollment, and quite a few students wearing name tags of upper years.
This is a situation where I should not be flustered or dislike it just because it seems busy.
"Instead, I should cheer them on with all my might and clap."
Listening to classes with seniors is quite a burden for new students.
Is it comfortable for the seniors on the opposing side?
No. Even though they are older, there must be impatience with being in F-Class.
The worries they each bear are the same between commoner and noble students.
No matter how much they don't show it, there is a subtle current between them, and uncomfortable feelings will arise.
However, even considering all that, are they going to listen to this lecture?
It's my fault.
These kids probably all have some element of passion or hope in their hearts, not just the protagonist and named characters.
The four sheets of documents in my hand seem trivial.
Thorough research on the named characters Charlotte, Michelle, Rotin, Isabel...
"59 more pieces of data are needed."
It also feels shameful.
If my actions lit a fire under the students' pride, then going further to light a fire under their passion is the best attitude. It should be done.
I will take responsibility. All 64 of them.
Of course, there are students who don't look at me with good eyes.
Representative of that is Michelle Maynans.
Her eyes seem to want to bite me if I make even one mistake.
Then even more—
"Let's do what needs to be done."
As always, let's do what needs to be done this time. There are still several days until the next death flag.
Then, what I need to do now is simply give my best in this lecture.
Of course, I can't start the lecture right away.
"Since I need time to observe 59 more people."
Then, today's lecture should proceed that way.
"I don't feel particularly good."
After hanging my coat on the hanger, I stand confidently in front of the students.
"The ones I dislike have just increased to 64."
Today's lecture hall was quite different from usual, starting with the tense atmosphere.
The cause was obvious. No matter how many students, the owner of this lecture hall was standing arrogantly as if it was his own.
It was because of Adrian.
He was confident as always. Even his coat hanging on the hanger looked like the back of a noble man.
I don't feel good. You all are unpleasant.
Despite starting the lecture with such words, he received the students' attention.
There was clearly something special about him.
"Does anyone have the application form?"
Upon that, students all tilted their heads.
It wasn't just that the syllabus didn't have the textbook listed, but Adrian's lectures didn't even have a syllabus to begin with.
It was natural not to prepare the application form.
Some diligent students searched for Adrian's books just in case, but he had written no books.
"I don't distinguish authors. If you have the application forms, bring them all out."
Students wondered what his intention was and looked at each other's faces.
But no student had the courage not to follow Adrian's instruction. The few students who brought application forms came forward silently and handed them in.
Thud-
And one application form flew to Adrian's podium.
It was Michelle Maynans' application form. Submitted using telekinesis. A small rebellion.
Ugh. And our eyes met.
I absolutely won't lose. Absolutely won't lose...
"I twisted my leg."
My arm too.
But I muttered unconsciously.
It wasn't a loss in the staring contest. I just didn't have the value to fight, so I let it go.
...It's true. I am the next head of the prestigious Maynans family.
Of course, it wasn't to the point where I couldn't walk at all, and there was a way to submit by walking enough...
Ah, I don't know. Michelle was one I disliked.
I had no choice but to dislike her. Most of the students who attended today kept staring at Michelle.
With an expression like "Is Michelle really unable to move in front of Adrian?"
The professor looked through the application forms submitted in front of him.
Then, with a "hic", he burst into laughter.
"Really... you brought useless things. That's why I dislike you."
Whoosh—!
"......?"
"......!"
He burned all the application forms submitted in front of him. Very neatly.
Only the unique scent of burning paper remained, and all the application forms disappeared.
It was natural for the students' eyes to widen.
"I clearly said this. This lecture focuses on practical application."
Adrian snapped his fingers, and the blackboard filled densely with writing.
Spell? Magic circle? Magic theory?
No, it's not that complicated or difficult. It's just...
"Names."
The densely written blue letters made of mana were none other than the students' own names.
"What you will do today is introduce yourselves."
Introduce yourselves?
The students' pupils became busy.
Asking us to introduce ourselves out of the blue after burning the application forms whole and focusing on practical application?
This is Rahal Academy. That's not something you graduate from kindergarten with.
"Don't worry. It's not introducing me. I don't want to remember you either."
He poured out insults without any hesitation and continued calmly.
"I don't distinguish between departments, but I am particularly skilled in elemental magic... I clearly introduced myself that way."
As soon as that was said, the hanger with the coat suddenly began to walk as if it had a conscience.
"Eh."
"Wow."
Everyone was surprised by the elegant gait.
It's a level of ability that would be a waste to just introduce as being particularly skilled in elemental magic.
It could be magic of the transmutation department or illusion department, but either way, the difficulty is high.
With this, the phrase "particularly skilled" would be appropriate.
"Why could I be so confident that I am particularly skilled in elemental magic."
Snap-
Snapping his fingers, the hanger found its original position as if nothing happened.
"Because I have handled magic of all departments. That's why I can be confident."
The students' mouths opened.
Most mages don't even think about touching other departments once they decide which one they want to learn.
"Don't be scared. I'm not teaching you. Fortunately, you are all foolish. Of course, you can't reach the level to learn all departments."
In the end, are we being disgraced and ourselves being elevated...
When some students thought that.
"I will ask. Did you touch only one department and call it your major, or did you call it your major because you became confident in it?"
The students' eyes blinked blankly.
Upon thinking, yes.
They had only invested the most time thinking they had to make it their major. They had almost no memory of trying other departments.
"You will do a self-introduction towards yourselves. Hold conviction towards yourselves, and continuously doubt and bite at yourselves."
By now, no student had any complaint about Adrian's words.
Exactly, they had no room to complain about him. Instead, a slight suspicion towards themselves began to rise.
"The 'self-introduction to oneself' had already begun in their hearts."
"There, you."
Adrian pointed with his chin to one student.
He prayed it wouldn't be her, but again— it was Michelle Maynans herself.
"Yes."
Michelle stood up from her seat.
I don't know what she was thinking, but there was no reason to be scared or avoid it.
Hmph. Michelle was well aware that her best skill was telekinesis.
Telekinesis means Maynans family. Maynans family means telekinesis.
I can introduce myself confidently. No matter who asks.
"I am Michelle Maynans. My major and specialty is telekinesis—"
"No."
Huh?
Adrian cut off Michelle's words with a "tut".
"From now on, I will use the lecture hall space widely. Clear the desks using telekinesis."
"......Yes?"
Michelle Maynans' two most hated things in the world.
One is bugs. The other is group activities.
'And now it's three.'
...Adrian too.