The classroom buzzed with quiet chatter until the teacher stepped in, her eyes scanning the room like a hawk.
"Before we begin," she said, placing a sheet on her desk, "I hope you've all considered which club you'll be joining. Club participation is mandatory at Narayana University — not just for social life, but for... development."
Kaito leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Club, huh? He wasn't sure what to choose — football, badminton, even swordsmanship made sense for him. But something tugged at him deeper. A thrill. A spark.
He suddenly felt stares crawling up his back.
Turning slightly, he caught several classmates eyeing him, whispering behind half-covered mouths.
"You're really popular, huh?" Manabu grinned beside him, nudging his elbow. "So, Mr. Starboy — which club is it?"
Kaito shrugged but answered calmly, "Martial arts. It feels... right."
Just then, a voice from across the room spoke up — sharp, composed.
"I'm joining the martial arts club too," said Raibaru Kurai, his gaze locked on Kaito. It wasn't a coincidence. It was a challenge.
Kaito smirked. Of course you are.
"I'll head to the art club," Manabu said, stretching with a smile. "I've got a thing for colors and chaos."
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Elsewhere, deep within the school's administrative tower...
The principal stood at the window, arms behind his back, watching the distant clouds drift.
"This year's selection looks promising," the vice principal said, flipping through a digital tablet. "We've never had a class with this much potential."
The principal didn't turn around.
"And the vessel?" he asked.
The vice principal hesitated. "It's too early. But... we'll know soon. That thing—it's getting restless."
The principal finally spoke again, voice low and unreadable.
"For now, we can only assume. But keep your eyes on Kaito Delima."