"Ano, sensei?" Hearing the call, Heath halted and turned his head to the boy with glasses. "Yeah?" For some reason he's rather wary of what this student would say. "Why did you beat yourself up this badly over a mere exam?" Surprisingly, it was Jiro, the boy who interacted the least with others. Honestly, nobody ever expected this coming at first. Jiro was known as the quiet one in class, rarely speaking unless absolutely necessary or when his studies demanded it. His reserved nature often kept him at the periphery of classroom interactions, and his sudden inquiry caught everyone off guard. It was a departure from his usual demeanor. Jiro's typically stoic facade melted ever so slightly, evident in the slight furrow of his brow as he voiced his question. His inquiry hung in the air, prompting a collective pause as the significance of his words sank in. For Heath, it was a moment of revelation. The fact that Jiro, of all people, was speaking up spoke volumes about the gravity of t
"Here," That agent said, handing Heath a set of gym uniform. "You don't have a change of clothes, right? So wear mine for the time being."As Heath accepted the gym uniform from Lillian, he couldn't help but notice the concern etched on her face. It was a stark contrast to the usual composure she exuded. He wondered what thoughts were running through her mind and why she was staring at him so intently."Right, ahem, thank you, Miller-san," the brunet sheepishly smiled. He realized that with their different body types, the clothes were in a woman’s fitting, which meant they would be both too tight and loose on him. Additionally, Lillian was taller than him. Though, it’s not like he could complain, especially not with that frown still heavily present on the ravenette's face."Now then, won’t you get yourself dry and clean, Heath-nii?" Orion added before shaking his head bemusedly. "I never expected that you'd dash out the moment I mentioned why our target is so depressed.""Ahaha... ye
To be frank, out of all the things that have happened in his civilian life, Heath was really not expecting the academy to be generous enough to allow this to happen."School trip, huh?" he mutters as he watches the papers given by the class reps to all the students.“I never thought they’d let us join them on this,” While it is a program held by the academy for every class, Class I-9 is a special case. Through the memories of his parallel self, he remembered how over the passing years, whenever this class was formed, they never really got the chance to have a school trip, so why–“They passed their passing grade,” Orion, who was watching the class from outside, leaned against the window frame next to where Heath was leaning. “Wait, really?” Heath blinked, not expecting that. He had seen the students' scores, and well, they're actually disastrous.“Yeah, well,” Orion shrugged, “Miller says their passing grade is different from the other classes. Though I’m sure she also arranged some
"It's the end..." At last, he had managed to avenge his fallen comrades and bring an end to Nyxen's tyranny over this once lush land. Glancing over the bloodied room, the swordsman had always been terrified of the moment he would become the king. It had been a fate he had avoided, being the only prince of this cursed kingdom. Yet, had he known that relinquishing his rights would result in this ring of fire, he would never have run away. If only he had known the number of souls sacrificed and the losses he would endure. 'If only I could turn back time and stop being a coward...' However, that was nothing more than wishful thinking. After all, he couldn't possibly turn back time. Even with all the existing magic, including vile elements itself and the Quadradirmia, there had never been a way to alter the flow of time. It was something beyond human jurisdiction. "Congratulations, Your Majesty. You finally did it," that short comment was uttered by none other than his sworn brother, Er
"Ah... so this is it?" He had always pondered the fate of people after death, offering prayers each night as he relentlessly fought for the war to come to an end. His fervent wishes were for his cherished loved ones to be relieved of their suffering. ‘I suppose... At least death brings tranquility.’ Setting aside the anguish of betrayal he had endured, there was a peculiar sense of solace in being slain by Ernesh. After all, there was no one left to hold on to, and living with the burden of guilt weighing on his soul... perhaps departing from that world now that he had reclaimed the throne wasn't such a terrible outcome. ‘I mean, at least I didn’t leave my role behind on purpose this time?’ As he drifted into what appeared to be an unending abyss, a bitter smile graced his lips… … Or that was until— . . . . . "WAKE UP, MADAFAKA!!!" WHACK! "Ack!" That brunet exclaimed as he clutched his throbbing head. "The fuck!? Who–!?" Blinking excessively, those brown eyes widened i
"Oh, you're actually cleaning the room?" The surprised voice of the still unnamed man caught Heath's attention. He responded with a quiet hum and a quick nod, continuing his task of collecting the empty bottles. "um, do you need help?" the man offered. After thinking it over for a bit, Heath agreed, "I'm going for a deep clean," which meant he would be throwing away a lot of garbage. Although he inherited the memories stored in this body, it would still take some time to recall all of them one by one. ‘Besides, he offered first.’ The quicker they finished the task, the sooner they could have a meal. However, Heath was not expecting the surprised look on the blond man's face. "What?" "Uh, oh, nothing. I just wasn't expecting that answer," he answered sheepishly before entering the room properly. Raising a brow, Heath finally took a proper look at the man. "He looked somewhat familiar." In his previous life, he did not have any blood relatives, at least none that he knew of after
"Right. So, before we eat, here," Heath said, handing the blond man a piece of paper and a pen. "What's this?" Confusion was crystal clear on his face, but Heath only sat there, smiling innocently, without saying much. The blond man couldn't help but feel slightly alarmed as he witnessed the pure smile on the brunet's face, considering the recent downfall the younger had experienced. A tingling sensation in his head urged him to run. However, despite the warning signals from his fight-or-flight instincts, curiosity grew even stronger, ultimately winning over. He finally made up his mind and took the paper and pen offered to him. "Write your full name there," Heath instructed curtly. Still suspicious, the blond man gazed at Heath and asked discreetly, "My name? What's this for?" However, the brunet didn't give him a moment to ponder further and pressed a bit, saying, "I'll tell you once you write it, so just do it." "Tch. I swear, if this is some kind of prank," the jade-eyed ind
"Right, so I can't seem to remember what's so important this time around that you hit me on the head with a dictionary. What's today's occasion, Hen-hen?" Musashi Henko, as indicated by the name he had written on the paper earlier, was now affectionately referred to as Hen-hen by Heath. This nickname perfectly captured his caring and nurturing nature, akin to that of a mother hen, always attentive and protective of those around him. It was a fitting moniker for someone who had been a constant presence in his counterpart's life, looking out for him like family. In a way, Henko was more than just a friend or cousin. Through the maternal line, he had a distant familial connection with Heath, making their bond even stronger. They had shared countless memories and experiences, growing up together from a very young age. This long history of companionship had forged a deep understanding and closeness between them. Hearing this, Heath wasn't surprised anymore that he and his parallel self w