You’re Right, They’ll Expel Me if I Run into the Store with a Weapon!! - Chapter 12: "The sofas in the principal's office are too soft; they sink in easily."

Hiroki questioned the document in front of him.

Spread out on the table were transfer documents for Combat College.

(Why is something like this in my family’s mailbox…)

At first, he thought it was a wrong address, but realizing it was addressed to “Hiroki Ogino,” he understood it was indeed for him.

(No way, me, having combat abilities…)

He remembered Yamamoto, who transferred to Combat College. After reexamination due to suspicions of ability retention, Yamamoto was deemed to have combat abilities, and his transfer was decided.

(I don’t remember being tested)

Hiroki had yet to be retested. Yet, the documents had arrived.

(But isn’t this an opportunity?)

He remembered the life one could have by enrolling in Combat College – a life guaranteed by the nation’s funds.

(No, this is an opportunity)

Hiroki had forgotten about the “job” of Combat College students. Only the words “nation’s money” and “guaranteed life” remained in his mind. And the “deal with Shiori Himeji” had slipped from his memory.

(A mistake delivered to me? That’s their responsibility! Then, submitting these documents should be fine!)

He rationalized that it was Combat College’s responsibility, sparing himself from blame. Then, Hiroki began to fill out the transfer paperwork.

Hiroki disliked densely written documents.

Therefore, he filled in his name without reading the explanatory notes.

The documents were deemed safe as they were from a government-managed school.

And Hiroki didn’t check them.

General Code:

Combat College will provide maximum treatment and care during missions if the student is injured. However, be aware that death may occur.

Special Code:

Combat College will not harm “Hiroki Ogino” unless there’s suspicion or confirmation of dangerous behavior. However, if suspicion arises on “Hiroki Ogino,” Combat College, after deliberation, may take necessary actions (arrest or kill).

If Hiroki had read these two Codes, his thoughts might have changed.

Hiroki: “Alright, then, do your best! It’s not a goodbye forever! Let’s go to the arcade again! I’ll send you an email!”

Hiroki was looking at an email on his smartphone. Since the day Shiori Himeji chased him, he hadn’t seen Saiki at school. The transfer process had progressed quickly, and he never saw Saiki’s face again.

(Glad the email arrived)

The only way he could communicate with him was via email. On the first day of transfer, Hiroki emailed Saiki on a whim while heading to the Combat College’s Japanese branch. The content of the reply email somehow relieved Hiroki.

Hiroki put his smartphone in his chest pocket. A building appeared after walking on a long, paved concrete road for 20 minutes.

What appeared before him was a large gate.

At each end of the gate, walls of slightly reddish bricks spread.

Beyond the gate was a massive building – the Combat College.

At the gate was a reception building, and Hiroki headed there.

“Excuse me…”

“Hi there!”

The receptionist was a young man with blonde hair and sunglasses.

With disbelief, Hiroki conveyed his reason for coming to Combat College.

“Alright! Got it; just wait after passing through the gate. I’ll call someone to guide you!”

“Thank you.”

Hiroki looked away from the frivolous figure in front of him.

(Is this okay for a receptionist at a government-managed school?)

That was his assessment of the reception.

“Sorry about that~”

The blond man with sunglasses apologized to the man in a suit lying on the floor.

“I’ve called a guide, so, well, it should be fine~”

The blond man with sunglasses moved the man in the suit to a chair and seated him carefully to maintain balance.

“That should do it. Thanks a lot. Better get up quickly, or the boss will scold you~.”

The carefree man put away his sunglasses and glanced sharply at Hiroki, who had just passed.

“I came to check on a person of interest but didn’t find out anything~.”

He left these words behind and exited through the reception door.

“The transfer student, right?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

(Thank goodness, the guide seems normal)

After looking at the reception, Hiroki met a man who appeared to be the guide.

“I’ll take you to the principal, who’s waiting.”

“Alright.”

Accompanied by the guide, Hiroki stepped into the massive building.

The inside of the building was vast and clean, with sunlight streaming through a glass ceiling. The entrance hall extended to the highest floor, with a spacious, open design. The space, adorned with marble floors and potted plants, evoked a sense of another world.

“Right this way.”

Stunned by the change in environment, Hiroki was awakened by the guide’s words and boarded the elevator.

“The principal’s office is on the twentieth floor. As you exit the elevator, the entrance will be right before you.”

“Understood.”

Ding-dong

The elevator reached the twentieth floor.

The doors opened to reveal a luxurious red door. The entire floor was the principal’s office.

As Hiroki stepped into the hallway, the elevator doors closed behind him, leaving him alone.

(Eh, I’m alone?)

Hiroki was nervous, having expected the guide to accompany him the entire way.

(Just me in front of this luxurious door…)

With great tension, Hiroki pressed the intercom button next to the door.

“Oh, it’s open, come in.”

A man’s voice came from the above speaker, light in tone, easing Hiroki’s tension.

“Excuse me.”

As Hiroki opened the door, he was greeted by two figures. One was an older man with strands of white hair, and the other was…

(Why are you here!?)

Shiori Himeji, in her school uniform, was there.

On a soft sofa across a marble table, Hiroki harbored hatred towards the girl sitting on the opposite sofa.

“I’m sorry for making you walk so much. Are you tired?”

“No, I’m not too tired.”

(That’s not important! Why is that girl here!)

The older man sitting next to Shiori was the principal. He expressed concern for the long walk, but Hiroki didn’t care. He was more concerned about the unwanted presence in front of him.

“…!”

The moment Hiroki and Shiori’s eyes met, Shiori’s cheeks turned red.

(Why is she blushing like that!)

In his mind, Hiroki yelled at the girl in front of him.

“So, young bodies are indeed resilient.” 

The Principal continued speaking to the boy in front of me.

(I had Shiori accompany this meeting as a precaution, but did I cause some displeasure?)

The boy’s gaze seemed hostile, directed continuously at Shiori.

“…!”

(…Looks like she’s fine.)

The Principal noticed Shiori’s cheeks blush as she met Hiroki’s gaze. Deciding that no further consideration for Shiori was necessary, he prepared to move on to the main topic.

“We welcome you to the Combat College.” 

“Thank you. I’m grateful for the opportunity to transfer here.”

(Impossible.) 

He thought to myself. According to Shiori, they had coerced him into transferring with threatening words. Yet, his words conveyed gratitude rather than resentment.

(Did he want to join the Combat College?)

It seemed contradictory to everything that had happened so far.

(Principal, I am grateful to you.)

Hiroki was thankful to the principal because this allowed him to experience his desired life.

(But…)

However, his gratitude was overshadowed by the presence of the one person he despised.

(Why is she here!)

Yes, his nemesis was right in front of him.

(Indeed! I knew she was a student at the Combat College! But to meet her within five minutes of entering the campus was unimaginable!)

He knew Shiori Himeji was a student here. The brochure mentioned that the school gathered combat-capable students from all over Japan, and the student body was enormous. The campus was so vast it was like a small city.

He had thought the chance to meet her in such a vast space was next to none, yet they were meeting so soon.

(I never expected to meet her this soon!)

Hiroki was filled with despair and hatred over this premature reunion. But then, a thought struck him.

(No… if she’s here right now…)

The principal was saying something, but Hiroki was too preoccupied to pay attention, giving noncommittal responses.

That’s right. The fact that she was here at the same time as Hiroki started formulating a theory in his mind.

Girl

Principal

Mysterious transfer

School Reception

…

Hiroki was overwhelmed by a flood of thoughts, leading him to a conclusion.

“I’ve prepared your room with all the necessary items, so you should check it out.”

“Okay.”

The principal explained the essential points for life at the academy, and Hiroki responded.

(Hmm, this will end without any issues.)

“Alright then. That concludes what I had to say.”

After finishing his part, the principal turned his gaze to the young girl beside him.

“Lastly, is there anything you want to add, Shiori?”

“Me!?”

The girl with long, brown hair showed confusion as she swayed.

Observing her and the boy’s reactions, the principal activated his ability.

“Ability Appraisal.”

This was the ability of the principal of the Combat College, an appraisal-type ability that allowed him to read the abilities of the observed individual. Indeed, the principal was attempting to discern Hiroki’s true ability.

But…

(I can’t see anything!?)

He couldn’t read anything from Hiroki. As the principal appraised him, Hiroki turned his sharp gaze towards him and spoke.

“I understand everything. Your purpose, all of it.”

“!?”

Hiroki’s words took aback the principal. Until now, no one could resist his appraisal or even realize they were being appraised.

(Have I been seen through…)

The principal felt an unprecedented sense of awe and respect.

“I’ll say it again. I understand your purpose (you’re after my substantial wealth).”

“So it seems (You’ve seen through my ability and even managed to hide it).”

“I never thought you would go this far…”

“I’m sorry, but as the principal, I had to do it for the school’s (safety).”

“(Even from the receptionist’s attitude, I understood the school was financially difficult.) But now that you’ve noticed (me), it’s over.”

“Wait, I apologize. We will withdraw from (investigating you). So, please, would you consider transferring to this school?”

“…”

“I beg you, I don’t ask for anything else. Just to live as a student of the Combat College.”

The principal bowed his head.

If Hiroki’s transfer were canceled, it would be like setting off a nuclear bomb in the city. Even if Hiroki himself didn’t turn evil, organizations might emerge to exploit his power. The principal apologized, putting aside his position to prevent the worst possible future.

Shiori, unable to hide her astonishment at this unprecedented sight of the principal, blinked in confusion.

Hiroki then responded.

“…I will live as a student of the Combat College. I won’t accept any other requests.”

“Ah, I truly appreciate it.”

Seeing the principal’s moist eyes, Hiroki felt moved by his sincere apology and plea.

(I’ve made a promise. If you plot anything again, I’ll leave this school immediately.)

Hiroki’s determination solidified even further.

(TL|N: Hello, I’m the translator. I’ve made some small adjustments to this chapter. The author frequently alternates between first and third-person perspectives, which can be quite confusing for readers unfamiliar with this style, which is common in Japanese literature. To enhance clarity, I’ve modified the narrative to maintain a consistent third-person perspective.  If you have any feedback on these changes or believe a different approach would be better, please feel free to leave a comment.)