High School Hack and Slash

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Toyoashihara Sengoku Shusuiho Academy

　Its school uniform was a simple blazer style.

　A navy blue jacket.

　A patch with academy’s insignia stamped on it was attached on the right breast pocket.

　The navy-based uniform was orthodox, and didn’t choose their bearer.

　The girls’ skirts were a light gray tartan check, and the blue ribbon tie on the chest was a nice accent to it.

　Even if you saw them on the street somewhere, they would not be particularly eye-catching or unusual.

　Be it at a bus stop, in front of a train station, or in a downtown area, they gave off ordinary-ness that would allow them to blend in naturally at those places.

　If there was anything that seemed out of place, right, it would be the halberd in his hand and the armor that was donned over his uniform.

「Oi, Touma.
I’ll leave the boss in the back to you, alright?」

　Trench knives that were held in both hands were brandished at speed that left behind afterimages, and a youth was yawning as he intercepted the whole of countless spikes flying toward them.

「Grape Shoot!」

　The skirt of the female student who raised her wand was fluttered by the blast of magic bullets that flew out like that of a shotgun.

　The two-headed wolf that jumped out of the blast was diced into four pieces by two slashes of katana that sliced through the air.

「There’s nothing I can’t cut!」

　A female student with several katanas attached on the tactical belt wrapped around the waist of her school uniform was wielding an Oodachi that was clad in a wisp of flame.

「…Touma-san, is something wrong?」

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　Even as the girl, who was carrying a naginata, tilted her head in wonder, he merely took a step forward and shook his head.

　The head-rising colossal frame of the floor guardian, whose majority of its minions had been decimated, shook as it was about to begin to move.

「Even now, I’m still in slight wonder whether it’s a dream or a reality.」

「I, see.」

「But for now….」

　Nodding to the girls, the masters of the growling and groaning beasts, he took another step forward.

「Prostrate yourself.
Servant.」

　As ionic burst made his hair stand on end, he charged straight into the boss.

 

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「Next, Funasaka Touma.
Come in.」

　At the call raised from the other side of the door, the schoolboy, who had been staring out the window in boredom, stood up.

　The courtyard, where leaves and colors had begun to fall, was exceedingly dreary.

　The chairs lined up by the windows of the hallway were occupied by students who were also waiting for their turn, as well as the parents of the students who were accompanying them.

　A three-way meeting pertaining to the criterion of enrolling to a high school that would surely become one of the several important crossroads in life was taking place.

「Excuse me.」

　Amidst the students who were called in turn according to their roll, he, by himself, opened the door and bowed to the homeroom teacher who was waiting for him.

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　The homeroom teacher, sandwiched between two file wagons crammed with documents on either side, looked up from the documents on the table and heaved out a sigh.

「Nah, don’t be sorry.
You are not at fault here.
But well, have a seat.」

「… My apologies.」

　There were two desks and two seats arranged in front of the homeroom teacher, and the boy sat alone in one of them.

　It turned into a two-way meeting instead of a three-way meeting.

「I’ve also tried to call them a few times to make sure, you see.
Oh, just take it easy.
It’s not like I’m reproaching you or anything.」

　Touma barely managed to float a troubled smile.

　For Touma, the homeroom teacher was an ally he could trust, as he had always been so considerate of him on various occasions.

「It seems that my mother’s switched her cell phone number.
So I don’t know where or what she’s up to right now.」

「Has your father not come home yet?」

「Ever since he got the notice of the three-way meeting….
It’s not uncommon for him not to come home for a few months, after all.」

　The homeroom teacher, holding back a sigh, only replied, I see.

　Domestic troubles were not so uncommon nowadays.

　Because their relationship was no more than that of a te