…14 years later.
*HONK* HONK*
The driver signaled with the car horn to wake Ohta up. The young boy sat up in the car. He had been having those weird bloody dreams of his former life again.
He peeped through the limousine window.
After five hours on the road, they finally made it to the school.
Which in his own opinion was right dead in the middle of nowhere.
There it was, written in big bold words on the humongous gates: AVALON HIGHSCHOOL.
Although Ohta was not one to judge, he really couldn't help but notice that the walls and gates of this school were at least a hundred feet high.
That was not really a problem for him. He had come to accept stranger things in this new earth.
Like how certain creatures were capable of flight with wings, or the strange energy called aura that everybody could use except him.
But to say Ohta was not nervous would be far stretch from the truth.
He had never been to Highschool before. Not in this life or the last.
After living a questionable life in the other world, he now had the opportunity to start again.
This time, however, was going to be different. At least that was what he told himself.
It had not been easy for him to get the opportunity to leave the clan and force his father, Utada The Terrible, to send him to school.
This was the first time he was leaving the territory of the Iga clan and into the outside world.
A world that was at least seven times the size of his previous earth, but somehow still managed to have all seven continents with similar histories, and the only difference being a lot of mystical and mythologically insane things becoming reality here.
Who wouldn't be nervous?
Then again, Ohta had literally threatened to take his own life unless allowed to go to school.
If not that his father treasured his bloodline ability, Utada The Terrible, would not have agreed to the threat.
Although it would sound strange to many people that an heir to one of the seven great clans wanted to leave his family resources behind and go to school.
But Ohta did not care.
Anyone that had lived a hustling life on the streets for a long time through hardship and pain would naturally understand the value he had for education and the experience of a normal life.
Besides, there was also the fact that the succession competition had become more heated.
Unlike before, his older brothers were no longer hiding their hatred for him.
Since the day he was born, they had been thirty five assassination attempts on his life.
Thirty of those had been within the last two months.
The worse part was that he was not even interested in becoming the next Chief of the clan.
Many elders agreed. Ohta could no longer learn the techniques of the clan because of his inability to use mana.
In fact, the few he learnt were thanks to his abnormally high comprehension.
But Utada, his father, was a very stubborn man, and only wanted Ohta to rule.
Leaving it all behind was Otha's solution.
Ohta came down from the car in his new school uniform, his luggage in hand, and a smile on his face.
He stared at the car's side mirror to fix his appearance.
The most striking of his features was his white hair, falling loosely over sky blue eyes which always carried his lazy amused smirk.
Ohta was aware that with the addition of his pale skin, sharp-jawed cheeks, thin pale pink lips, he was devastatingly handsome.
Even his former life would have been jealous.
He wore the school uniform of Avalon high school, a black coat over a white inner shirt, a yellow tie he wore loosely, and black well tailored trousers.
"I look good." Ohta smiled.
The moment he turned, and proceeded to the school gate, the clan car that had brought him immediately ZOOMED off into the distance.
"Huh!"
For a second there, he felt as if the driver had been panicking, and desperately wanted to leave this place.
The way he sped off was similar to someone running for his life, and Ohta should know, he had been in quite a few car-chases in his old world.
He simply shrugged it off.
Apart from the gate in front of him, there was nothing behind but an empty desert. Ohta sighed loudly, "There is no turning back now, I guess."
He proceeded to the gate.
A holographic screen suddenly appeared before his eyes.
It showed a single arrow pointing to the side of the gate.
Ohta followed the direction. On the side of the gate was a slab with a palm print. Apparently, this was where he was supposed to do the signing.
A mechanical voice spoke, "please place your palm on the slab."
He did as instructed.
*pierce*
"Ouch!" A needle pierced into his palm and he reflexively retracted it. On the Palm print was a drop of his blood which was quickly absorbed.
The sight of blood excited something within him, and his blue eyes flashed a brief crimson.
Ohta had to grit his teeth, closing his eyes tight to hold it back.
"This assholes. Couldn't you have put up a warning sign?" He sighed. He had won the internal battle—this time.
"Ohta Waterfell. Admission records updated.
You have been registered as a student, please enjoy your stay."
The mechanical voice announced as the huge gates opened.
Creak…
A sight like nothing Ohta had ever seen before. Like the difference between heaven and earth.
Out the gate was a desert but inside the School was lush bustling world with green flora.
It was so large, it looked like a mini city.
There were high-raised buildings and busy streets with vendors on either side. It was really a marvel to behold.
Everything looked colorful and automated. Holographic screens advertise products at nearly every point.
Since coming to this world, Ohta had never left the clan home.
This was the first time, and it was really becoming an adventurous experience for him.
He wanted to enjoy the sight and explore.
But then he heard it.
[Ding]
[Avalon High School, has been recognized as territory by the Kingly Lesson System.]
[System Stats and facilities have been unlocked]
Ohta's eyes widened.
He stood completely still for a moment. Sixteen years. The kingly lesson system had been silent for sixteen years.
He had tried again and again, but it did not respond.
But the moment he entered this school, it responded?
Ohta could not wait to check it out, but not here. Also, there were other important things to do.
He brought out his cell phone to check the admission email from the school.
He was late for the semester by an entire month, and today was a very important day.
Mid-semester tests.
Ohta quickly asked for directions, making his way to the classroom area.
"Get out of my way fatso!" a bully and his three friends pushed a short fat boy to the side. The fat boy's books fell to the ground.
The fat boy apologized to the bullies as he picked up his books.
The bullies chuckled as they walked away, "Weak fool."
Ohta was passing when he saw this, and although he wanted to just mind his business and leave, he had promised himself he would do better in this life.
Ohta sighed.
Pulling his luggage towards the fat boy, he took a knee, helping him pick up the books from the ground.
"Thank you very much!" The fat boy said politely.
"Naa! it's no problem at all," Ohta replied.
The boy's eyes found Ohta's luggage behind him. "Are you new?"
Ohta chuckled a bit, "yeah I am," Ohta scratched the back of his head, "Very obvious, right? Starting school mid semester." He chuckled in embarrassment.
"Also, I think I might be a bit… lost."
"Oh! that tends to happen a lot around here. It's not easy with the size of the place."
"Yeah! it's not at all. At this rate, I'm going to be late for my first class." Ohta sighed.
"What class are you going to?"
"Class 1a."
"Oh! You are in Battle Class too?"
"Battle class!?" Ohta raised a brow.
"That's what we call it. Don't worry, I'll take you there. I'm heading there too. That's my class.
By the way, My name is Timi. What's yours?"
"I'm Ohta." Ohta introduced himself.
The two shook hands and Timi proceeded to show Ohta first to the locker room in order for him to drop his luggage and then the both of them headed to class.
As they walked and talked. Ohta noticed a little yellow patch that looked like a small umbrella on Timi's neck.
Now that he thought about it, those bullies that passed earlier on also had something similar on their necks. Except that their patch was green colored.
Ohta managed to make it to class just before the class was to begin.
…
"Ladies and Gentlemen, although we have already gone a month into the semester, we have a new student with us today."
The teacher introduced Ohta to the class.
"It's nice to meet you all," Ohta bowed in greeting.
"That's good! I am Miss Carol, your Homeroom teacher. You can make introductions with the rest of the class later. We are on a tight schedule today. Take a seat over there," Miss Carol directed Ohta to an empty seat right in the middle of the class.
Ohta thanked her and proceeded to take his seat.
From watching those anime shows about high school, Ohta assumed there would be stares or mocking laughter.
But no one paid him any attention.
'Maybe it's because of the test.' Ohta thought to himself.
After all, the atmosphere was tense.
And the class was far more spacious than Ohta thought was needed.
The actual class with its chairs and tables covered only one-third of the class. The other two-thirds was just an open space.
That was not all. Ohta noticed that the class had students of all races. In fact, many of them had adjusted their school uniforms in such a way as to fit their various cultural backgrounds.
Some had their sleeves torn out, one or two people had masks of different kinds covering their faces and lastly, there was even this one guy with a pumpkin on his head.
He also noticed that just like Timi, all of the students of the class had the same yellow patch on various parts of their school uniform.
"Maybe it's a trend," Ohta thought to himself.
He took his seat.
Coincidentally, Timi sat close by—by his left side.
On his right was a blonde haired girl. She looked cheerful, kind, carrying an attractive demeanor about her.
Such a situation was comfortable for Ohta.
He and Timi were already acquainted with one another.
As the Homeroom teacher said, he could become acquainted with the others later.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the test will now begin," Miss Carol announced.
Ohta brought out a notebook and a pen. This was a test he was already expecting.
He had already been informed that the test was a compulsory one, regardless if he was a new student or not.
And so like any intelligent person with good foresight, he had prepared from home. The internet had been his surfing board for every subject relating to his Highschool grade.
He only had a week to prepare, and had read every day just to ensure he did not embarrass himself when the results came out.
Ohta smiled knowing that he was prepared to solve any question thrown at him.
"This test will be for ten minutes. There will be no cheating and it will be conducted as fair as possible," the teacher informed.
"Remember, first place gets 50 yellow points. Second to ninth will get twenty yellow points each and the rest of the class will have 5 yellow points. Your time starts now!"
The teacher turned and walked out the door.
This caught Ohta by surprise.
'Huh! She forgot to pass out the question papers? Why is she leaving the class? Is it an open test?'
These questions plagued his mind.
But what happened next, was a bigger surprise.
The walls of the class suddenly opened up, revealing weapons of all types. There were guns, swords, boomerangs, chains, ninja stars, staffs etc.
The students immediately rushed for the weapons, and before Ohta knew it, everyone in the class had weapons pointed at each other—their eyes spelling out the fate of their own classmates even before the venom of their weapons.
Death.
A thought suddenly came to his head,
"SHIT!!! This is not a real school!? That old man tricked me…"