The next day, Chiaki was unsurprisingly late, missing most of the morning classes. As for Alistair? It was still his excused absence period, so he slept until he woke up naturally, played games when he was awake, and slept when he was tired. With Mina coming over to cook for him, Alistair passed the day like a flawless degenerate shut-in.
This, of course, excludes Chiaki, who, driven by her female instinctual cravings, launched a night raid on Alistair. The result? Naturally, Alistair continued to inject her with ample positive energy to purify Chiaki's wicked thoughts.
A new day dawned, and Alistair, having fully recovered all his abilities, was intensely interested in school life. He had been wanting to experience being a school bully for a long time.
The spectacle at the opening ceremony only intimidated those in his class. Plus, due to the two days of leave he took while binding the Horse Talisman, others outside his class likely only heard rumors.
Now, however, it was time to let his own legend circulate through the school. It was also time to start executing some interesting plans.
This school suffered from severe polarization. Top students focused intently on academics, while the failing students frequently skipped class and ran wild—a completely normal phenomenon.
Although the school was large and had a high enrollment, even removing the truants, about half the students were rule-abiding. This included those who simply kept to themselves during class. Only a small fraction of students actually went on to university.
Yet, this school had a surprisingly good reputation. Alistair didn't care to investigate the reason why; it was irrelevant to him. Digging too deep would only invite trouble, and Alistair was here for fun, not for trouble.
If things truly got bad, he could just call his grandfather for help. After all, owning a high-end apartment building meant they had connections. In a place where gangs hadn't come knocking, only a fool would believe he had no backing.
"Ha~ Why didn't I see any of those older women on the train this time? Strange. I added them on Line, and they accepted, but they haven't contacted me."
Alistair, wearing his completely unmodified school uniform, walked slowly along the road to school. It was half an hour before classes started, so the roads were quite busy.
Students were walking in groups of two or three. Clearly, in the first three days of school, everyone had formed their little cliques.
Bullying in this country is widespread, and most teachers prefer to play mediator, often siding with the bullies. Thus, these small groups often targeted those without one, especially people who looked gentle and weak—like Alistair, with his cute face and perfectly intact school uniform.
In this school, even the top students modified their uniforms. Girls shortened their skirts, and boys wore their clothes more casually or changed the style.
Alistair, who not only wore a perfectly straight uniform but hadn't modified it at all, would be the favorite target of these small bullying cliques.
But this was the exact effect Alistair wanted. Aside from the serious students, there were plenty of classmates and seniors who loved to pick on others. When they came looking for him, no matter how he reacted, it would be considered self-defense, wouldn't it?
The thought of so much fun actively seeking him out put Alistair in an excellent mood.
"Alistair-kun! Wait up!"
A familiar voice called from behind. Alistair turned his head. It was Mina Morita. She was running quickly toward Alistair, waving one hand. Even with the restriction of the school uniform, her two mountains of flesh, enough to gather all eyes, continued to stir up colossal waves, drawing the attention of everyone around them.
"Alistair-kun, you came to school without telling me! I would have waited for you at the station~" Mina said, a slight pout in her voice, as she ran up to him.
"Yes, yes, yes. You might as well just move into my house." Alistair answered Mina evasively, tilting his head. The surrounding stares were starting to annoy him a bit.
"Hey, Alistair-kun, have you gotten taller? I don't think I've ever looked at you straight on before." Mina looked Alistair up and down, noticing he seemed to be her height now.
Huh?
Alistair turned his head, controlling his eyes from being subconsciously drawn to the two attention-gathering mounds. He looked at Mina and realized she was right. Before, he was 5'3" (160cm), a bit shorter than Mina's 5'5" (165cm). Now, he was the same height.
Could this be the secondary growth potential from the 'Partial Twelve Labors Properties'? If my height is growing, will my weapon length grow, too? If it grows any more, I'll pierce someone! Alistair's thoughts began to drift off into smutty territory.
"Oh, right! Mina, I asked you to find some girls similar to you. How many have you met? Introduce me." Alistair suddenly snapped out of his thoughts, remembering the task he'd given Mina.
"Ah, um, well, I'm sorry, Alistair-kun, I only met two..."
Mina saw Alistair raise an eyebrow and, feeling his tone held a slight question, immediately apologized again.
She was actually quite confident in her own looks and figure. Since Alistair asked for girls similar to her, they had to be able to compare favorably. But attractive, well-figured girls weren't that common. While there were a few in class, she was only close to two. Her inability to meet Alistair's request perfectly made her nervous.
"...It's fine. No need to apologize. I just asked you to keep an eye out. Introduce me when you have time; I want to get to know them."
Alistair looked at the nervous Mina, feeling a little speechless. He had raised his eyebrow, but it was just a subconscious gesture of interest. It seemed this foolish woman thought he was angry or impatient. Never mind. I call her a foolish woman for a reason. As long as she obeys.
"Okay! I can ask them out today! Should I arrange it, Alistair-kun?" Mina blinked her wide eyes at Alistair, looking ready to call them immediately if he agreed.
"No, no, you just go do whatever you need to do. I'll find you later. I'm going to be a 'good student' today. I need to scout out some clubs and see what looks fun."
Alistair declined Mina's eager suggestion, telling her to do as she pleased. Alistair had his own plans.
"Alright... I'll go to class first. Goodbye, Alistair-kun." Mina said her farewells in front of the school building.
However, despite her words, Mina didn't move, instead looking at Alistair expectantly.
"Okay, okay, you go. I'll go to my classroom too."
Alistair's scalp crawled from being stared at, so he gave Mina the expected reply to get rid of her.
As for yelling at Mina, he had no intention of it. Before, she wasn't his woman, but now he had fucked her and eaten the meals she cooked every day. If he still lost his temper at her for no reason, what kind of scum would he be?
Alistair's classroom wasn't far—Class 1-H, at the end of the right side of the second floor. Mina Morita's Class 1-G was at the end of the left side. This arrangement made Alistair believe the person responsible for assigning classrooms had suffered a stroke.
What kind of person organizes classrooms in this order: A-Class on the far left, B-Class on the far right, C-Class next to A, D-Class next to B? Their brain must be full of dog shit.
Alistair complained internally as he opened the classroom door.