Word Count: 7,000
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Kivotos.
Sun shining. Birds chirping. Students power-walking with live weaponry on their backs like it's normal.
Totally average school day in an anime world where everyone's a girl with either trauma, trigger discipline, or both.
A rift in the sky tore open above an abandoned practice field.
Out spilled a bunch of idiots in school uniforms—and one gender-swapped demon bunny trying very hard not to slap everyone.
Lawrence straightened his skirt, rolled his eyes, and addressed the chaos behind him.
"Alright, gentleman and ladies—welcome to Blue Archive."
He glanced at the boys-turned-girls behind him. Some were poking at their new forms like curious toddlers. Others were already imagining what their anime names would be. Probably something like "Kawaii-Senpai Uwuton."
Lawrence sighed, loudly and dramatically. "Gentlemen—stop flirting. With yourselves. With the air. With the fantasy. We took the genderbend potion so we wouldn't die from being recognized as male. Get that through your anime-filled heads."
A rookie dared to speak.
"Uh, instructor... why is your breast size so... um... defined?"
Lawrence didn't even blink. "I KNOW. IT'S A B-CUP, OKAY? I DON'T CONTROL THE CODE. I'M A COSMIC ENTITY, NOT A CHARACTER DESIGNER!"
The wolf girl rookie tried not to laugh. She failed.
"Besides," Lawrence continued, adjusting his jacket, "we are NOT the protagonist Sensei. We're not here to form a harem. We're here to learn field survival and hide from teenage girls with rocket launchers."
The nerd rookie—you know the one—pushed up his glasses. "Actually, Instructor, it's pronounced 'Sha-le,' not 'Schale'—"
Lawrence's eye twitched.
"Who the f*ck cares, Google Translate? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SUGGESTED THIS MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE!"
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As if summoned by karmic timing, every boy in the squad suddenly began to shimmer.
POOF.
The genderbend potion wore off.
One by one, they reverted to their original forms—boys again, in full dimensional merchant attire with belts, cloaks, and totally non-anime weapons strapped to their backs.
And then...
Every girl in a two-mile radius looked up.
Trinity students. Abydos. Gehenna. Every. Single. One.
Because you know what wasn't subtle?
Suddenly detecting testosterone in a school city that's 99.99% female.
Lawrence turned just in time to see the swirling portal behind them closing.
"NO NO NO—wait—!"
WHAM!
The nerd rookie tripped and slammed into Lawrence.
The portal collapsed.
Gone.
Sealed.
"BRO—ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Lawrence barked, claws twitching. "YOU BUMPED ME?!"
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT—"
Lawrence reached into his coat, pulled out the portable portal gun, and yeeted it toward the wolf girl rookie.
"FIX IT. I DON'T CARE HOW—JUST FIX IT."
She caught it with reflexes that hinted she might actually be the only competent one here.
"I've never even seen one of these before—!"
"FIGURE IT OUT!"
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Sirens.
Hover drones.
Student eyes glowing with tactical curiosity.
"RUN," Lawrence shouted. "NOW!"
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The squad darted through alleyways and school yards, avoiding eyes and ears. They weaved around craters left by recent "study sessions" and narrowly dodged a cheerleader with a bazooka.
Finally, they kicked open a janitor closet and piled in like sardines in a can.
Inside was darkness. And mop water. And fear.
Lawrence caught his breath.
"We're safe. For now. Don't. Breathe. Loudly."
He glanced around. "Also—girls, don't look in this direction. I am one stray camera flash from getting canceled in 12 realities."
They stayed still.
Until…
CLACK.
Footsteps.
Voices.
"I heard something over here."
The door creaked open.
In stepped... Trinity students.
Not Gehenna's chaos squad. Not Abydos' exhausted few.
These girls wore clean uniforms, nun habits, and walked like they were in a holy RPG. Their presence glowed with a weird mix of peace and lowkey intimidation.
The rookies flinched.
But instead of hostility...
One of the nuns knelt down. "Are you hurt?"
The wolf girl nodded, still clutching the portal gun.
Another nun offered bottled water. "Come with us. It's not safe out here."
The squad followed, stunned.
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They were brought to a quiet safehouse in the edge of Trinity's campus. A converted chapel filled with soft lights and spare bedding. It smelled like flowers and disinfectant.
The rookies collapsed in exhaustion.
Some of the nun students tended to wounds, gave food, and offered not a single romantic look.
No flirting.
Just pure wholesome anime energy.
Even the rookie boys looked confused.
"Are... are they actually being... helpful?"
Lawrence sat against the wall, finally relaxing. "Yeah. Trinity girls are different. Some are crazy. Some are scary. But these ones? Actual saints. This is how a harem should start."
The wolf girl grunted. "Still not trusting that."
Another rookie looked at one of the nun girls—gorgeous, kind, and probably could break your neck with a ruler.
"I mean... they're all kinda... perfect."
Lawrence smirked. "Yeah. Now you see why anime worlds are a trap."
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Time passed. Quiet, safe, rare.
Lawrence stood, arms crossed, and addressed the group.
"Alright. We're safe here for now. So... if you've got questions—ask away. Might as well kill time while wolf girl fixes that portal gun."
The wolf girl was still tinkering.
"…Sparks. Smoke. This thing hates me."
Lawrence shrugged. "Classic multiverse tech. Runs on tears and spite."
He looked over.
"Oh yeah—never asked your name, wolf girl rookie. Mind telling us who the hell you are?"
Everyone turned to her.
She stopped fiddling, eyes narrowing, ears twitching slightly.
"…Name's Rika. And no, I don't trust you. Any of you."
Lawrence raised a brow. "...Fair."
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End of Chapter 4: "Oops, All Testosterone"
Word Count: 7,000
Author note:some characters would disappear like Lawrence students don't worry some lore detail Lawrence and of course Lawrence already finished training the rookies so on their own I know don't worry I expected them in the future chapters!!!