"The luxury cruise ship — the Speranza. Average speed: twenty-two knots. Draft: seven ters. Uses diesel-electric propulsion. Equipped with anti-roll stabilizers—"
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Fuyuji Mikage hurriedly opened his mouth and cut off the crewman's endless, gushing introduction. "Actually, I just wanted to know how much longer until we reach our destination."
"Well, that..." The sailor uncle smacked his lips. "Probably about one more hour or so."
"How big is that island?"
The sailor chuckled. "Can't tell you that."
"Is that so..."
A cold, sharp gleam flashed through Fuyuji's eyes. Silently, he withdrew a diving watch from his chest pocket and pressed it into the man's hand. His smile instantly transford into one of simple, honest warmth.
"Uncle, to be completely honest, I have a sumr howork assignnt related to the cruise ship. It's about what specific items are considered forbidden topics aboard the ship. Could you perhaps do a good deed and help out this poor, struggling student?"
"Oh, there are quite a lot. Let tell you in detail..."
Half an hour later, Fuyuji stomped out of the bottom deck of the ship with angry, indignant strides.
"Damn it! There's actually another special exam! This school really doesn't treat us like human beings!"
After a full day and night of sailing, the cruise ship had now entered the Pacific Ocean. Looking out toward the distant horizon of the sea, the sun had just barely lifted half its head above the water.
After leaving the ship's hold, Fuyuji rendezvoused with Morishita Ai and Yamamura Miki. The three of them finished breakfast and arrived on the deck right on ti.
The early morning sea breeze, laden with moisture, brushed against their faces, giving their spirits a jolt of invigoration.
Just then, the shipboard broadcast suddenly rang out.
"Attention, all students. If you have the ti, please make sure to assemble on the deck. We will soon be coming into view of the island. I believe you will shortly witness a vista of great significance."
Here it cos!
Fuyuji's gaze sharpened. Following the direction of the cruise ship's advance, a small island slowly rose up from the edge of the horizon.
The entire island did not appear very large. It was covered in a vast, lush expanse of forest. Traversing across it from south to north would probably take no more than 20-30 minutes on foot.
The broadcast had barely ceased for a mont before Ryuen Kakeru, accompanied by his underlings, arrived at the very foremost, optimal viewing spot at the ship's bow. Casually sweeping his eyes across the deck, his hands shoved in his pockets, a sinister, wildly arrogant grin surfaced on his face.
"How disappointing. You didn't even catch such an obvious hint. I thought you lot might actually get a little bit excited."
Oi, oi. Look at the two or three stray cats trailing behind you. How exactly do you have the nerve to say sothing like that?
Before long, the sound of an overwhelming march of footsteps ca from the direction of the ship's cabins.
Her Majesty Ichinose Honami, leading her imperial harem, graced the cruise ship deck with her presence. Upon spotting the distant island, she conferred briefly with the classmates around her, and then they dispersed in all directions, each gazing out toward the deserted island with equally grave and solemn expressions.
Class B, Class C—both were present. All that remained was...
Fuyuji's gaze shifted around.
Class D... Class D...
Oh, there they are. Wearing swimming trunks and sunglasses, looking as though they couldn't wait to set off on a field trip. Mm... I wish them a joyful ti.
Don't you agree, Horikita's little sister?
Dressed in a light-colored outer jacket, standing alone and isolated in a corner, notebook in hand, Horikita Suzune scraped him with an icy-cold glare.
Fuyuji bead at her and waved cheerfully. Then he took out his phone and connected to the GPS.
What era is this, still using traditional naked-eye observation? Don't you know tis advance and technology develops?
Pinching with two fingers, he zood in on the map. The entire structure of the small island appeared clearly before his eyes.
Area: 5 square kiloters. Highest elevation: 230 ters above sea level.
After gaining a preliminary understanding of the island's layout, Fuyuji sent the map to the class group chat.
[Fuyuji Mikage: For the classmates who remain on deck—when observing the island shortly, focus your observations on any parts that don't match the map.]
In just a few short seconds, a huge stream of "Understood" responses brushed across the screen below.
Fuyuji's eye twitched violently as he watched. You all haven't even graduated yet. How have you already evolved into corporate wage slaves?
"Hmph heh. I've already found the place I want to go."
Morishita let out a confident laugh from the side. Binoculars in hand, even before the cruise ship had drawn near the island, she had already swept every inch of the island's front face clean.
"Hold on—where exactly did you pull those out from?"
Morishita was only carrying a small shoulder bag. Judging by its size, it might at most fit a pair of binoculars. But once you packed that in, a girl's other necessities clearly wouldn't fit.
Morishita seed imnsely satisfied with Fuyuji's question. Wagging a finger, she declared, "This is a mystery you males will never be able to unravel. A girl's bag is the legendary four-dinsional pocket. The kind you can pull a ti machine out of."
Yamamura leaned in close to Fuyuji's ear. "Actually, she put all her other stuff in my bag."
"..."
Going to such elaborate lengths and putting on so many airs just to pull off a magic trick... Wouldn't it have been easier to just hang it around your neck from the very start?
"Here." Morishita handed the binoculars to Fuyuji, brimming with absolute confidence. "All preparations complete. The blood within my body is beginning to seethe and boil. The great Morishita is fully prepared to conquer this unclaid territory."
Habitually glossing over the suprely self-assured lady Morishita, Fuyuji accepted the binoculars and looked toward the island.
Compared to the map, the island had many additional features that originally weren't there. A waterfall, caves, rivers, sandy beaches, and more—all concentrated on this one small island. Even further, Fuyuji also spotted, in one remote area, a vast, sprawling cornfield.
Considering the tiliness of the map, and connecting it to the pointed tower at the highest point...
A man-made island, huh...
"So, how's the harvest?"
Hashimoto Masayoshi, already changed into his athletic uniform, appeared behind them. He seed considerably more relaxed overall.
Kito Hayato had also soundlessly materialized nearby, silently leaning against the shadows of a corner, observing everything around him.
"I've got a bit of a harvest, but I still can't tell at all what exactly they're going to test us on." Fuyuji continued gazing out at the various parts of the island as he replied to Hashimoto.
After a slow, circuitous navigation around the periter of the island, the cruise ship finally ca to a stop at a position slightly distant from it. The island had no dock suitable for mooring. They would probably have to use smaller boats to ferry the students ashore.
Not long after, Katsuragi Kohei's group, who had arrived fashionably late, swiftly gathered the Class A students on the deck, consolidated the information just obtained, and discreetly nodded toward Fuyuji.
"We will soon be disembarking onto an uninhabited island owned by our school. All students are to change into their athletic uniforms within thirty minutes. After carefully confirming your assigned bags and luggage, bring your mobile phones and assemble on the deck. All other personal belongings are to be left in your cabins. Since the restrooms are still accessible for the ti being, please make sure to take care of your needs beforehand."
As the final announcent rang out, the first special exam officially began!
Thirty minutes later, by the ti they had changed into their athletic uniforms and co back out, the sun had already fully climbed above the horizon of the sea.
Fuyuji, who had still been feeling the cool, gentle sea breeze in his short sleeves, found that the mont he stepped out of the cabin in his long-sleeved athletic wear, a wave of heat surged directly upward, reflected off the deck.
On the deck, quite a number of Class A students had already lined up in orderly fashion, quietly awaiting the teachers' instructions.
The horoom teachers of the four classes stood at the front. Beside them was a helicopter. Judging by its model, it was ant for rescue purposes.
After confirming that their own classes' students were all present, each horoom teacher began thodically inspecting the personal effects the students carried.
When it ca to Fuyuji's turn...
Clang—!
An object composed of two tal rods crossed together dropped onto the deck, producing a crisp, ringing sound.
Mashima Tomonari crouched down and picked the item up.
"What is this?"
Fuyuji's hands moved like swimming dragons. After a few swift flourishes, he spread his arms wide and introduced the item with grand ceremony.
"My specially prepared secret weapon — the Dowsing Rods!"
"Utilizing the magnetic field sensitivity of the human body, through the unity of man and rod, subtle inductions are externally released via the physical reaction of the rods, transforming them into visible signals. Locating mineral veins, finding water sources, pinpointing earth veins, tracking people and objects, divining fortune and misfortune—unstoppable and invincible in every situation!"
Beside him, Morishita, whose mood had drooped sowhat under the sun's baking heat, felt her eyes instantly light up upon hearing this. She tossed Fuyuji a look.
[Fuyuji Mikage! You had sothing like this and didn't tell ?!]
[I'm telling you now, aren't I?]
[Heartless man! I want it too!]
[This is a secret weapon of the Fuyuji household. Passed down to n, not won.]
[What Fuyuji household? This is the property of the Morishita household.]
[Where did you co from, Big Guy?]
"..."
Mashima looked at his two students, locked in a fierce glaring contest, with an imnse headache. He spat out a single sentence. "Confiscated. Co find next week to retrieve it."
Fuyuji and Morishita turned toward Mashima in perfect unison, faces full of disbelief.
[I'm your student! This is Class A's ultimate victory treasure! The guaranteed assurance of your promotion and raise! And you're actually confiscating it?!]
Mashima returned them an identical look.
[I don't negotiate.]
...
Fuyuji and Morishita stomped across the scorching hot sand with seething indignation.
Fuyuji: "Damned, perverted robot teacher! He must be a spy sent by the other classes, scheming to drag our Class A down from the throne of first place!"
Morishita: "That must be it! To actually confiscate such an interesting tool!"
Mashima, following behind the two, helplessly pressed a hand to his forehead.
"Hurry up and line up properly. The rules are about to be explained."
Fuyuji & Morishita: "Fine..."
The two caught up with the main Class A force and received a wristband that was said to be capable of monitoring students' locations and vital signs.
Next, Mashima stepped into a tent that had been set up nearby well in advance. A short while later, holding a gaphone in his hand, he stepped up onto a simple, makeshift lectern.
"I am Class A's horoom teacher, Mashima. First of all, I am very pleased that everyone has successfully arrived at this location. Now then, we shall begin this academic year's very first special exam!"
The mont these words landed, the formations on the sandy beach displayed markedly different reactions.
Class B, soothed and pacified by Ichinose, lined up in proper, disciplined order. It seed they had been ntally prepared in advance.
Class C, due to Ryuen having reined in a portion of the students, fell silent on their own after the remaining grumbling subsided.
Only Class D chattered and discussed incessantly amongst themselves. All manner of bizarre questions were continuously lobbed out, one after another.
Ignoring the clamorous noise of Class D, Mashima raised the volu of the gaphone.
"The exam period will span one week from this mont, concluding at noon on August 7th. For the next week, you will live a group existence on this deserted island. This is the content of the exam."
Following this, Mashima began to explain the basic supplies that would be distributed for this exam.
Two tents. Two flashlights. One box of matches. Sunscreen was unlimited. One toothbrush per person. Unlimited use of sanitary products.
After confirming that there were no other items, the Class D students, as expected, began to wail and lant.
"How can there be sothing like this?! Wasn't it supposed to be a two-week vacation?! What about food?! And with only two tents, what about sleeping?!"
"We should've just stayed at school and enjoyed the air conditioning! Chabashira-sensei lied to us again!"
...
Oh my God. Was this the destructive power of Class D?
Still standing and baking under the blazing sun, Fuyuji was practically about to split apart.
What kind of god exactly was that Hirata Yosuke? To be able to endure this pile of oddballs and even stitch and patch them all together? If they kept talking, Mashima-sensei probably wouldn't be able to finish even in two more hours.
Standing below, Fuyuji once again signaled Mashima with his eyes.
[Get this over with, fast!]
Mashima deeply concurred. He directly threw out the key point of this special exam.
"The the of this exam is freedom. Over the course of this one week, all matters will be decided by yourselves. Even if you do not wish to participate and want to drop out directly, that is also perfectly fine."
This statent from Mashima, contrary to expectations, cald the restless, chaotic Class D right down. They turned their guns outward in unison.
"Eh? Really? It's really okay to drop out right now, imdiately?"
"There really won't be any penalties? Then can I just go back to the cruise ship and continue enjoying my vacation?"
...
Very quickly, the students' doubts received Mashima's explanation.
"In order to facilitate your smooth survival on this island for a full week, the school will provide three hundred points as initial starting capital. These points can be used to purchase all manner of supplies—from tents and drinking water to barbecue equipnt, jet skis, and more. In a mont, a guidebook for this exam will be distributed to you. It will contain records of everything that can be redeed."
"Finally, at the conclusion of this special exam, the remaining points of each class will all be added in full to your class points. The results will be reflected at the end of the sumr vacation."
"The above concludes the preliminary introduction to the rules of this special exam. What follows will be supplentary explanations provided by each class's horoom teacher."
So that's it. Fuyuji rubbed his chin.
No wonder the the is called freedom...
To earn class points, spend as few supply points as possible. After the exam ends, the remaining points will be added to the class points in one lump sum.
If one wanted to thoroughly enjoy the vacation, then simply spend all three hundred points in one go and return to the ship. That way, it could practically be called a perfect vacation.
But there was probably no class that would give up these three hundred points, right? Whether it was the C and D classes, whose points currently didn't even reach one hundred, or the A and B classes, whose points exceeded eight hundred—three hundred points could reverse the gap between classes in a single stroke.
With Mashima's speech concluded, the formations on the sandy beach were hereby disbanded. Mashima returned the gaphone and walked toward the Class A formation.
"So, Fuyuji-kun. Any thoughts?" Katsuragi quietly drew near Fuyuji's side and asked in a low voice.
Fuyuji's expression was grave and solemn as he opened his mouth. "First..."
First...
"Let's go take shelter from the sun in that grove of trees over there."
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