This was the script Arthur had specifically written for Saeko Busujima.
He simply told her the speculation he had summarized based on the current situation.
Just like that...
...this intelligent Senior could pretty much understand everything.
Originally, he didn't want to act so exaggeratedly.
However, the people of Japan, especially the prodigies from these kendo families, were inherently drawn to "chuunibyou."
They liked to compare themselves to swords, and rather than fighting based on their own will, they preferred someone to give them orders and reasons to fight from behind.
Saeko Busujima's personality was closer to that of a Yamato Nadeshiko than a samurai.
But her family's heritage dictated that she follow the path of kendo, and as a result, the Busujima bloodline nurtured her bloodthirsty side.
In fact, under long-term suppression, her extreme personality gained even more dominance.
Therefore, what Arthur needed to conquer was not the Yamato Nadeshiko within her.
Once he conquered the belligerent Saeko Busujima, the Yamato Nadeshiko would naturally appear before him.
Saeko Busujima clearly didn't realize that so many unpredictable things would happen within just one day.
Sudden killings.
An overbearing junior.
Undead monsters.
And... he actually wanted her to give her all to him?
She was the captain of the kendo club!
She was destined to inherit the Busujima family's kendo master title!
Even those boys who joined the kendo club just to pursue her hadn't dared to come forward and confess their feelings to her yet.
Her bewildered gaze gradually regained its brilliance.
But who knew?
Although she yearned to be conquered,
what she had always sought was not a man who surpassed her in strength.
That would be too difficult for those men.
What she yearned for was a man with a strong inner self.
A man who could lead her.
A man who could give her a reason to fight.
Now, this person had appeared.
Did she still have a choice?
Perhaps no one was more suitable to be her master than him.
A fervent flame flickered in Saeko Busujima's eyes as she gazed at the man before her.
"Sizzle—"
Inside the kendo club, the broadcast speaker connected to the school's broadcasting room emitted a piercing static.
"Attention all students—"
"There is currently a violent incident occurring on campus."
"Students, please follow your teachers' instructions and proceed to the evacuation shelters..."
"...Ah! Stop, stop it!"
"Ah ah ah ah!!!"
Amidst a chaotic wail, the broadcast ended.
Saeko Busujima stood up, her long purple hair flying as she sharply swung the wooden sword in her hand.
"Then—"
Saeko Busujima gave Arthur a beautiful smile.
"Please, use me to your heart's content!"
"My master."
At the same time, in the teaching building adjacent to the dojo, as the broadcast ended, panic and screams soon became the main theme.
"What are you doing!?"
Hisashi Igo shielded Rei Miyamoto with one hand, vigilantly watching the few people who suddenly approached at such a time.
Jacob looked at him with disdain.
What's with the arrogance!
Anyway, your girl will be mine soon!
Although he thought so, he still had to put on a good show.
He stepped forward with a fawning smile.
"Hisashi, it's so dangerous in school right now, why don't we all stick together? That way, we'll be safer, won't we?"
However, Hisashi didn't trust him at all.
There was no other reason than the few international students wearing the same uniform as him.
Their appearance was almost that of teachers!
And they had never interacted with him before, so it was too strange for them to suddenly approach him now.
This was the trouble behind the convenience of the Reincarnation Space.
Although it could directly assign an identity to a Reincarnator, making the characters in the story world accept it.
But if you couldn't play your role well yourself,
or if there was anything incongruous about your appearance or behavior patterns compared to your identity, then people would still notice something was off.
The Reincarnation Space was not omnipotent.
At this moment, Jacob truly felt a bit regretful.
This school was truly annoying!
From morning until now, besides holding two combat meetings during breaks,
they had almost no opportunity to interact with the plot characters!
It was all just class!
Watching the teacher, who was about his age, lecturing eloquently on the podium,
Jacob almost blurted out:
"Who understands what you're saying?!"
As a result, even now that the zombies had broken out, these protagonists still didn't know them.
If he had known this, he would have skipped class and prepared some things in advance.
Suddenly, the young man from the beginning of the plot flashed through his mind.
Could he have known in advance, which is why he left?
"Hisashi…"
Rei Miyamoto grabbed Hisashi's hand, frightened.
Hisashi sighed helplessly.
He clasped her hand in return, giving her a glimmer of confidence.
For now, finding a team was indeed the best option.
After all, the "riot" heard on the broadcast didn't seem to be that simple.
While the ideal situation was to find their childhood friend, Takashi Komuro, and go together,
Takashi didn't know where he had run off to during class, so he could only hope to reunite with him quickly.
It would be difficult to protect Rei by himself.
"I understand."
Hisashi temporarily put aside his suspicions.
"Then let's move together for now. I have a feeling this incident won't be that simple."
"But I need to find my friend, Takashi Komuro, first. Is that okay?"
Jacob readily agreed.
"No problem!"
"Your friend is my friend!"
Your girl is my girl!
Of course, no problem!
For Jacob, this was already a predetermined event.
After all, there were only two "protagonists" at the moment, which wasn't enough for all four of them to bind to.
Although Hisashi always felt there was something off about this person's words,
he was still a little grateful that he would accept such an unreasonable request at a time like this.
Meanwhile, outside a classroom on another floor,
two figures were quietly making their way towards a secluded corridor.
"Hey, Hirano!"
A somewhat arrogant voice rang out.
"What exactly are you going to the equipment room for?"
The fat guy leading the way chuckled sheepishly.
"Takagi-san, don't worry, once we get to the equipment room, I'll be able to protect you!"
Kohta Hirano was a military otaku.
And he was the kind with actual experience, as this chubby kid's family was quite extraordinary.
When he encountered such danger, his first thought was to go to the equipment room, where he had the materials he needed to make weapons.
His sense of crisis was always excellent.
So, when the broadcast was halfway through, he had already quietly slipped out of the back door of the classroom.
But for some reason,
Saya Takagi, the class idol, noticed him and came out with him.
So, of course, he eagerly took on the role of a knight protecting a flower.
"Hmph! Who needs protection from a shut-in like you?!"
Takagi Saya was feeling thoroughly frustrated.
If only she hadn't started talking to this fat guy.
She'd thought he was heading straight out of the school.
Having a man around—even a chubby otaku—had seemed a little safer.
Instead, the idiot had dragged her to this deserted corner!
Don't tell me he lured me here to try something?
Ugh, this is the worst!
Komuro-kun, hurry up!
We're here!
Hirano Toda's delighted voice rang out.
He yanked open the equipment-room door.
Lucky!
It's unlocked!
But the moment the door swung wide—
A tense voice called from inside.
Hirano-kun!?
Someone beat us here?
Hirano Toda hadn't expected anyone to be in a place the school barely used once a week.
And the guy even knew his name?
Hirano peered in: a black-framed youth, maybe sixteen or seventeen.
Oh, right, the exchange student from next door?
Name was… Random Guy A?