In a housing complex in the Royal Capital.
The room of a widow who lost her beloved during the war.
“Well then, that…”
A child, who could be a boy or a girl,
Thinks about what to say to the widow before leaving, then says, “I’m off, Mother,” and heads to school.
“……”
The widow stares blankly at the unchanging ceiling with vacant eyes.
When she hears the sound of the entrance closing, she looks towards it, and after a while, gazes at the ceiling again.
“……”
In front of the school’s main gate.
“Good morning… Hey, which class are you in…?”
Children attach their badges where they can be seen. Others fasten them to their hair clips as a fashion statement. Various children search for their classmates, greeting them in the morning. It’s understandable that some are afraid to go to their classrooms alone. From the main gate to the school entrance, there’s a massive traffic jam.
“Hey, you guys, clear the way!”
Children from wealthy families arrive by carriage.
“Don’t you know that inside the school, there are no social classes?”
“Shut up, you peasant!”
Hubbub and murmurs.
“Hmm. It’s like that in any world.”
They quarrel over the wealth disparity, wasting precious time.
A child of indeterminate gender.
A [Jackalope].
Consuming excessive nutrients from the widow’s breast milk for bodily growth and unused internal magic.
The magic power strengthens the cell division in their physical composition, accelerating it.
Within one month, they rapidly grow into an 8-year-old.
Their vocal cords, though delayed, finally catch up to their apparent physical age.
“I’m sure the same badge is on the classroom entrance.”
“I wonder what kind of brats I’ll be with and what kind of lessons we’ll have. I’m looking forward to it!”
Behind them, a fight breaks out.
Due to the difference in physical age and upbringing, the poor child initially has the upper hand.
“You insolent brat!”
“Gah, w-wait, somebody!?”
They take mound and beat him up.
“Hey! What are you doing to Mr./Ms. [Redacted]! How dare you, a peasant! How dare you, a poor person!”
“Who are you guys? Stop, stop. This is unfair.”
“This! We’ll make sure you can never defy Mr./Ms. [Redacted] again!”
“Gah.”
“Hahaha, see? This is my and your strength!”
Parents’ seniority in their workplaces, and children adopt their parents’ hierarchy, currying favor with those above them.
The entourage of the child being beaten jumps in. The rich child instantly gains the upper hand.
“Hey! Fighting is bad!”
Someone calls for the teacher. Both are beaten up. A fair punishment for both. The teacher urges them to let it go and hurry to class. The school rules are loose. Violence results in immediate expulsion. However, it doesn’t mean the end of one’s life in this world. Survival of the fittest. The weak are eliminated behind the scenes, and as time passes, they are forgotten. Even why they were killed disappears. It’s a very scary world.
Classroom.
They’re excitedly discussing the fight at the entrance. Some are even imitating fortune-tellers, betting on who won to earn some pocket money.
“Oh, won’t you place a bet too?”
“I don’t have much pocket money…”
“Then, wouldn’t betting be even better?”
“Geez, so noisy.”
The [Jackalope] sits in an empty seat by the window, exuding an aura of “don’t talk to me,” and waits for their assigned teacher to arrive.
*Clang, clang, chime, chime*
The sound of something heavy being struck is heard from outside. A few minutes later, the assigned teacher appears in the classroom.
“Is everyone here?”
“We think only you might know that, Teacher.”
“Yes, good retort! ☆”
“……”
Teacher Jarvis.
Single.
Without any problems, they will be together until graduation.
“Alright, next, I want you to introduce yourselves. By the way, the first few brave self-introducers will have their internal grades increased.”
Internal grades. Unlike test scores which are made public, these are individual scores known only to the teachers. I heard this from the principal yesterday before the class assignments.
Hubbub, hubbub.
The self-introductions of the 24 students in the classroom are finished.
“Okay. Now, let’s begin our second period.”
“Is the self-introduction really the first period?”
“No problem. That’s why it’s okay! ♪”
Teacher Jarvis’s second period. It’s to write whatever you like on a blank sheet of paper.
“This will test your imagination, creativity, and individual interpretation! No consulting with your neighbors! Don’t be influenced by others! This is about what *you* like!”
Scratch, scratch, color, color.
The sound of students using the writing tools found in their desks to write what they like on the provided blank paper is heard.
“My arm’s numb!”
“I hate writing…”
“My head…”
Students who get bored easily start to drop out one after another. But Teacher Jarvis urges them on, saying, “If you don’t finish, you’ll have to stay after school!”
The [Jackalope] draws a large circle and, while gazing at the ground, wonders if there are any students with memories from a previous life.
*Chime, clang, chime, clang*
The sound signaling the end of the second period rings. The source is still unknown. Is it a magic tool?
“From the back to the front, gather the papers face down. Oh, and don’t forget to check if you’ve written your name on the front? If it’s a blank sheet or someone else’s name, it’s zero points!”
“Teacher! I can’t write my own name!”
“Ah, in that case, put a mark that only you can recognize and quietly tell me tomorrow or later.”
“Yes.”
With all the students’ submissions in hand, Teacher Jarvis announces a break and goes to the staff room to store the papers. When he returns, the third period will begin once the students have gathered.
“It’s break time…”
“Hey, are you sure it’s okay?”
“Excuse me, can I have a moment…?”
Since they are grouped by age, there isn’t much height difference. I’m surprised by how close our faces are when I turn around at being spoken to. It’s quite a trick to startle someone.
“What is it?”
“Let’s be friends.”
Well, it’s inconvenient to be a lone wolf in school life.
“Okay. Nice to meet you.”
“Yeah, nice to meet you too! ♪”
“Hey. Your hair is so pretty! What’s your secret?”
“Whoa, he’s a guy?”
“No, she’s a girl.”
Fizil and Danae, who have become my friends, start arguing about my gender.
“Which one is it?!”
“Who knows? ♪”
I tease them for a while. Fizil tries to check if I have a penis, but I grab his wrist and twist it to punish him.
“Ouch… My bad. Let go.”
“Heh, now it’s decided she’s a girl! ♪”
“Heh heh.”
*Clang, clang, clang, boom, clang!*
The chime rings. But Teacher Jarvis hasn’t appeared in the classroom yet. Is the break unusually long?
“The teacher is late.”
“Isn’t it nice that the break is long? Hey, hey, about hair care…”
“You’re persistent, Danae.”
Women’s passion for beauty is truly amazing.
Several tens of minutes later.
After Danae explained how to achieve beautiful hair by applying steam from cooking grains, or the water used to wash grains, to your hair every few days, Teacher Jarvis appeared.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m late.”
Third period. A lecture on monster types in this world. Again, blank paper is distributed as notebooks. It should cost something to produce paper, though?
“And this texture…”
This isn’t ordinary paper. It’s high-quality. The West lost the war. The North is in a standoff. The friendly country to the East is… embroiled in a civil war, I believe.
Reconstruction in the West. Military power in the North. Support for the East.
There are three major financial flows involved. Is it appropriate to allocate high-quality paper to a newly established school? Well, if I can witness the moment the country collapses, I personally wouldn’t mind!
“Next are the Beast Types. These creatures have exceptional olfactory senses.”
After using difficult words, Teacher Jarvis points to his nose and explains the scouting ability of Beast Type monsters, then points to his mouth and hands to describe their killing power.
Yeah, it’s about the same as my previous world. If you receive an education, you can become an educator. Schools are places where various information emerges from young children’s mouths. As expected, it’s worth it to have forced my body to grow.
*Boom, clang, chime, clang!*
The chime signaling the end of the third period.
“It’s lunchtime. Let’s go to the cafeteria with the teacher! Ah, those who brought their own lunch can eat anywhere on school grounds. However…”
“……Gulp.”
“Don’t fight over seats!”
–*Clunk*
Despite the serious atmosphere, fighting over seats? No way.
Cafeteria.
The cafeteria boasts seating for more people than the number of classrooms. The menu is also extensive. Are other classes also impressed by the scale of the cafeteria?
Hubbub, hubbub.
“Well, here’s the cafeteria! Isn’t it amazing? You order your food at that counter over there! Make sure to wait your turn. We can prepare meals for everyone,”
If Teacher Jarvis is to be believed, the country truly… etc.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
“Oh, is that Udon?”
“Yes.”
“I’m having Katsudon! ♪”
I ordered the Udon Teishoku with three kinds of dipping broth. Spicy, mild, and miso. Chewy noodles (child-sized). Iced water.
Danae ordered a light meal set with sweets. French toast, cake, and a drink of her choice.
Fizil apparently liked the sound of Katsudon when ordering. It was Katsudon with egg and garnished with green onions. A drink of his choice.
The menu has five levels marked with a “full stomach” symbol.
Level 1 for those trying to diet.
Level 2 for those with no appetite.
Level 3 for those who eat an average amount. (Note: Divided between adults and children)
Level 4 for those who want to feel a little full.
Level 5 for those who want to skip a meal.
I chose Level 3. I think I’d get in trouble if I asked Danae. But judging by its appearance, I’d say she’s also Level 3. The average for children, that is. Fizil, without being asked, answered that he’s Level 4. He said it’s because his family struggles financially, and he yearned to eat that much. He’s going through hardships.
AAAAAH…
“What was that?”
“What is it?”
“……”
The two of them didn’t understand the meaning of the scream. Well, if they focus on their meals, they wouldn’t notice. I noticed because I was trying to gather information from my surroundings.
It was a student who ordered Level 5 of a dish I’ve never heard of, as a prank. It wasn’t from my class.
Hubbub, giggles.
“We told you to stop…”
“Mmph mph. I want to show them I’m different from the others…”
From his lips to his face, he’s eating the Level 5 dish, his face turning red. It’s extremely spicy. I pay my respects to the challenger and quickly finish my Udon.
Slurp, slurp… sip! ♪
Munch, munch! ♪ Gulp.
Noticing my eating speed, the two of them resume eating, still glancing at the noisy table. After quickly finishing our meals, the three of us explore the school buildings. We also get information from groups with the same objective. As expected, there are multiple students in the class who are well-informed… and like to gather topics to talk about.
A building near the ground. The windows are locked, and the curtains are drawn, making it impossible to see inside.
“We’ll come for a lesson.”
“It’s a bit scary.”
“I wanted to go in right now…”
The entrance to the building was locked. Teacher Jarvis’s “anywhere” was immediately proven unreliable. There’s no place to take, so how could they fight over it?
“Let’s go to the next place.”
“Yeah, let’s go, Fizil, don’t be sulky?”
“I’m not sulking!”
*Clang, chime, clang, boom!*
The fourth period begins. We hurry back to the classroom. On the way, I saw a male and female student about to engage in a act more intimate than kissing. They probably lack sexual knowledge. They’re likely around 15 years old. Or maybe it’s a kid who has sexual knowledge or saw their parents engaging in such acts.
Classroom.
Teacher Jarvis was waiting.
“Yo, did you have fun? Fourth period is a continuation of the third. A lecture on monster types. I’ll explain the Plant Type.”
After that, both the fourth and fifth periods were lectures on monster types.
*Boom, chime, clang, clang!*
“Alright, that’s all for today’s classes. Tomorrow, we’ll have physical education on the ground. You don’t need to wear easy-to-move clothes. You’ll be provided with PE clothes at school.”
“See you tomorrow then! ♪”
“Rabin, let’s compete in tomorrow’s P.E.!”
“See ya, you two! ♪”
The [Jackalope] is Rabin. A false name for school life.
◇◇◇◇◇
A restroom in an unknown building. It’s a women’s restroom, judging by the inability to do a standing pee. From one of the stalls, a woman’s pained moans can be heard… Listening closely, a rhythmic sound of impact is heard, overlapping with the woman’s desperate attempt to suppress her agony, her moans. Inside the stall, someone is raping a woman.
“Mmm, mmm… mmm♡”
“♪ Nishishi ♪”
Peeking into the stall, just as expected. A man and a woman, their lower bodies exposed, are joined together. Only the woman has her chest bared. The man is now one of the famous figures throughout the Sharshar Kingdom. His name is Zappa. An important figure among the New King’s retinue. If ranked, he’s fourth. Second from the bottom. Yet, he is an important figure. He holds enough power to make the building, wherever it may be, his garden.
“AAAAAH ♡”
“Guoooooooh ♪”
Zappa thrusts his seed into the woman’s uterus. The woman experiences the pain of her hips being broken and the pleasure of her vaginal walls being abraded by his dick. Zappa’s lustful semen reaches the bottom of her uterus. Orgasm. She’s come. She slowly collapses to the side of the Japanese-style toilet bowl, trying not to fall in.
“Haa… Haa… ♥”
“It was good, Mizari~♪ Well, I’m going back to work. You take your time getting back, okay? ♪”
“Hah… Y-yes…”
Zappa listens carefully to see if anyone is coming into the restroom and then leaves. His destination is a project entrusted to him by His Majesty the King.
Looking up at the building from above, the location is the front line in the West, exhausted from war. The border line is a fence made of rocks and wood. It can be broken with a single axe blow. It’s so lacking in everything that one can cross it between the two countries without permission.
Supervision Office.
“Director Zappa has entered!”
*Zzzt!!*
Stopping their work and discussions, everyone gives their utmost salute to Zappa as he enters.
“Everyone, return to your work.”
“Yes.”
*Zaza!!*
At the gatekeeper’s announcement of Zappa’s entrance, the room breaks their salutes and resumes work. The room immediately becomes noisy.
“Where are the patrol soldiers!?”
“The XX Unit has taken over.”
“What about supplies from the Royal Capital!?”
“The caravan transporting them is delayed.”
Does he understand their conversation? Zappa nods along. He looks like a decoration, a nodding doll. Such words come to mind.
Several hours later, at night. Zappa is with a different woman. His work at the front line is satisfying, but it lacks excitement. The only thing that makes his blood and flesh tremble is sex with women.
“Uoooh”
“Ah… there… more… there… ♥”
It’s a ceasefire. Yet, he eagerly awaits them to violate the treaty. When war breaks out, the soldiers of this building and the surrounding small fortresses will be at his command.
Zappa ejaculates his dreams into the woman.
