Private Type-Moon Academy.
Located in the northern suburbs of Kinoko Town, the academy is situated on a mountainside, surrounded by winding mountain roads.
No one knows who the school's director truly is, but after the school's development and completion, it spans several dozen hectares, boasting an incredibly vast campus with astonishingly comprehensive facilities, a clear testament to immense financial backing.
"Then, big brother, let's meet at the school gate after class!"
With a cheerful twirl, Souji swung her bag and flashed an adorable smile.
Her skirt lifted slightly, brimming with youthful energy.
After speaking, she dashed toward the middle school section of the campus.
The middle and high school divisions of Type-Moon Academy were originally not separated, but three years ago, the school administration suddenly erected a long wall between them.
At that time, the high school division was reportedly in an uproar, with even students petitioning in protest, yet the decision remained unchanged.
Since then, the two divisions had been completely separated.
Last year, Eiji had still been attending the middle school division, but from this year onward, he would be a permanent student in the high school division.
Eiji stepped forward toward the high school section.
Before leaving, he glanced once more at the golden school plaque at the gate and the security guard beside it—Amakusa Shirou, who always wore a friendly smile.
Amakusa noticed his gaze and gave him a slight nod.
"So damn weird!"
***
The class assignment notice was posted on the bulletin board at the entrance to the high school division.
"Hurry up and check! He's moved up to high school this year—which class is he in?"
"Class 1! First-year Class 1!"
"Last year, the senior girls from third-year left in tears, as if their entire lives had come to an end. Thank goodness we finally got our turn this year!"
Beneath the bulletin board, the scene was bustling with noise.
Female students dressed in dark gray blazers and plaid pleated skirts chattered excitedly, their eyes gleaming as they searched the bulletin board.
Each of them radiated an energy akin to otaku scouring for limited-edition doujinshi at a convention, turning this section of the campus into a battlefield, while the nearby male students watched in alarm.
"Is this really necessary?"
Among the crowd stood a stylish girl with long, wavy orange hair, her fingernails painted with glossy polish.
"Have you all never seen a man before, or what?"
Seeing the tightly packed crowd before her, the girl slightly arched her brow in annoyance.
"You must be a transfer student from another city, right?"
"Yeah, so what?"
"No wonder you don't know about the 'God' of the middle school division. Do you think the separation wall was built for no reason?"
"Huh?"
The stylish orange-haired girl was momentarily stunned, then suddenly intrigued.
According to this anonymous classmate, was the school forced to build a wall because the so-called "God of the Middle School Division" was so handsome that it disrupted the school's order?
Could such a ridiculous thing actually happen?
But if it were true, then it only made her more interested.
After all, everyone knows—only girls with rich dating experiences are worthy of being called true JKs (high school girls)!
"He's coming!"
The crowd suddenly stirred.
In the next instant, what had previously been a noisy, chaotic plaza fell silent, as though in a solemn Sunday morning prayer. All eyes turned in a single direction.
"Is this the divine aura?"
Suzuka Gozen blinked, amazed by the sheer force of this influence, her curiosity fully piqued.
At the center of everyone's attention appeared a young man, casually carrying his bag over one shoulder.
In an instant, the aura of "God" swept across the entire area.
An irresistible force radiated from him, drawing every gaze toward him like a magnet—both male and female students alike stared in near-trance.
It wasn't just about looks—though his appearance was indeed exceptional. The reason for the collective speechlessness was the sheer charisma he exuded.
This overwhelming presence struck at people's minds, making them momentarily incapable of rational thought, as if their sanity points were being tested, their very souls seized.
"Excuse me, could you move aside?"
Having long grown accustomed to these reverent stares, he merely shrugged them off and casually addressed the girl standing at the edge of the bulletin board.
A sea of colorful hair—truly fitting for the two-dimensional world.
And among them, quite a few individuals had distinctive appearances that felt oddly familiar to him, yet none in the crowd found this peculiar.
'What a bunch of weirdos!'
Eiji silently complained in his heart.
He had no awareness that he, too, was one of these weirdos.
"Huh? Me?"
The orange-haired girl pointed at herself in a daze, looking both flattered and overwhelmed.
"Uh, sure… okay..."
"Woah—!"
A wave of footsteps resounded.
Suzuka Gozen suddenly realized that the crowd around her had rapidly parted, creating an open space before the bulletin board within mere seconds. Now, standing there alone, she looked utterly bewildered.
No doubt—he was a god!
Suzuka Gozen now fully understood the meaning behind this title.
A presence so commanding that people fell silent at his arrival, a voice so compelling that others instinctively obeyed—only the title of "God" could do him justice!
"Actually, you're in Class 1."
She quickly stepped aside but couldn't resist speaking up.
The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it.
A sea of murderous glares swept toward her from both sides, drowning her in a bloodthirsty ocean of jealousy.
"Is that so? Thanks."
Eiji scanned the Class 1 list and, unsurprisingly, found his name there.
Suzuka Gozen immediately perked up.
Her previously hunched back straightened, her legs no longer ached, and she felt no fear at all.
Seeing the jealous, envious, and resentful gazes around her, she puffed out her chest.
What are you looking at?
You bunch of losers!
I was thanked by God—were you?
After thanking the fashionable orange-haired girl, Eiji left the bulletin board and headed toward the school building.
A burst of chatter suddenly erupted behind him, and before she knew it, Suzuka Gozen found herself surrounded by a mob of frantic girls.
The entire plaza had transformed into a chaotic marketplace brawl.
"Fighting isn't very ladylike, you know."
A lighthearted voice drifted from behind.
Not particularly loud, yet carrying an irresistible force.
With a "whoosh," the crowd abruptly scattered. The girls who had been surrounding Suzuka Gozen instantly let go, now wearing elegant, refined smiles as though they were noble ladies. She stood there, utterly dumbfounded.
"Sigh, what a shame they're not real Servants."
Eiji sighed.
In this city of Kinoko, hidden among the masses of ordinary people were a select few who bore the appearances of Heroic Spirits—or rather, ordinary people who simply looked like them.
If they were true Heroic Spirits with unshakable willpower, they wouldn't be stopped by just a few words from him.
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