Chapter 1413

<Chapter 1413> 1413. The Savior of the Academy

I could feel a burning gaze from behind.

It was Yuki Hatodo. His face was as stiff as a rock. That guy who always acted so nice, now with his serious expression, was radiating tension.

“It’s probably because of Mieko. From the outside, it looks like she’s leaning into my arms.”

Yuki has feelings for Mieko, his childhood friend. He even joined the Shinto department because Mieko was in it.

I straightened my body that was leaning on Mieko. I wanted to keep leaning, but I had to consider not just Yuki, but also Shinbo Reika’s gaze.

“…I know your injuries are severe, but you can continue to lean on me if you want.”

“I’m fine. Thanks to your magical healing, my injuries have improved greatly. I can move.”

As I said this, I glanced around.

The shrine was half-destroyed, and black smoke still billowed up from various places in the academy within sight. Fortunately, the continuous explosion sounds had stopped.

“The situation is almost over.”

I looked at the place where Tsukuyomi’s Curved Jewel was stored. There was no sign of Tsukuyomi’s Curved Jewel anywhere. It seems Hattori’s clone successfully escaped with it. Instead, Hattori’s corpse lay at Nagisa Tenrai’s feet.

Nagisa’s expression while looking at the corpse wasn’t good at all.

“Of course it’s serious since Tsukuyomi’s Curved Jewel was stolen.”

I analyzed the changes from the original story and began planning ahead.

“Hattori from the Mage Government is dead.”

Originally, Hattori doesn’t die at this point.

“The variable here is Seonghali being present at Arashi Academy. Because of that, Tenrai Nagisa arrived at the shrine much earlier.”

Because of this variable, Hattori died. And Hattori sacrificed his life to complete his mission.

“The story will likely proceed to the next chapter. Even though there may be another chance… I don’t know how things will turn out since it’s already diverged from the original storyline.”

In the original, whether Hattori stole Tsukuyomi’s Curved Jewel or not, he survived and appeared later before dying. But Hattori died here.

“Will some other high-ranking official from the Mage Government show up?”

Regardless, we’ll be granted a peaceful daily life for a while.

The Arashi Academy attack incident will cause various problems, but that’s not something I need to worry about.

Even though Arashi Academy was attacked by the Mage Government, no one died. At most, including myself, only those who were injured. The problem is that I’m among the injured.

Seonghali’s eyes rolled back when she saw the wound on my side. She immediately went to confront the principal, Tenrai Nagisa. An explosion echoed through Arashi Academy—louder than when it was attacked by the Mage Government.

When Seonghali returned, her hair was disheveled.

“Yu-jin. Mom got the medicine.”

“Medicine? I’ll be fine with the potion I used. By tomorrow, there won’t even be a scar.”

I deliberately didn’t use full recovery magic. Having this injury works to my advantage. I can skip classes because of it, and it gives me opportunities with Mieko and Reika…


With injuries dangling, an approach is possible.

“It may look fine on the outside, but the inside could be in a serious condition.”

“The doctor said it’s fine. What’s the problem?”

“Tch, son. Listen to mom. If you take this medicine, you’ll get better right away.”

Seong Ha-ri handed me a glass bottle. Inside the bottle, a transparent liquid swayed.

『Mt. Fuji’s Eternal Pure Water

Rank: S

Increases stats upon consumption.`

“Is this… mineral water?”

“It’s a spirit potion! It’s made by refining the eternal snow infused with Mt. Fuji’s energy. Mom had to… talk for an hour with the dean, Tenrai Nagisa, to get this.”

Did she really just ‘talk’? I didn’t bother asking.

‘I’m already strong. Boosting my stats with a spirit potion isn’t efficient. It’d be more effective if I gave it to Lee Si-eun or Choi Da-yeon…’

Seong Ha-ri’s eyes were sparkling as she stared at me. She wasn’t planning to let go until she saw me drink it with her own two eyes.

“Hurry up and drink it!”

She urged me, so I unscrewed the cap of the glass bottle.

“No matter how I think about it, it would’ve been better if you drank it instead… Huh?!”

Before I could finish, Seong Ha-ri snatched the bottle and shoved it into my mouth. Her actions were incredibly swift, leaving me no time to react until the spirit potion was already in my mouth.

“It’s mother’s order. Drink it quickly.”

Gulp.

I drank the spirit potion. ‘Mt. Fuji’s Eternal Pure Water’ was as cold as ice water. The freezing sensation spread throughout my body.

『Some stats have increased.』

『Name: Sung Yoojin

Strength: B+ Stamina: B Agility: B Durability: B- Mana: A+

Trait: Spirit Eye (S) Demon Hunter (S)

Skills: Spirit Contract (A) Spirit Summoning (A) Force Field (C+) Swordsmanship (B+)

Karma: Good (Showing Off) 34』

Some stat increases.

‘Strength and durability only went up one level. That’s all from drinking an S-rank spirit potion… Efficiency is really bad as expected.’

Spirit potions have their limits. If you could get stronger just by eating spirit potions, everyone with money would’ve consumed them all. Of course, even if you have money, spirit potions aren’t easy to obtain.

Seong Ha-ri climbed onto the bed. She lay down next to me and pulled me into her arms with one hand.

“Do you know how worried I was when I heard you got hurt? It felt like my heart dropped.”

“Heroes always get injured. Making such a fuss over something like this…”

“I know there’s nothing you can do about it, and yet… I wish you wouldn’t get hurt, Yoojin.”

Seong Ha-ri rested her head on my shoulder. Her closed eyes trembled slightly. Quietly, I raised my hand to fix her disheveled hair.

Eventually, we both became naked, and the air in the room grew heated.

“Hnnngh, ugh! Ahhh! Aaaah!”

The Shinto department was completely destroyed by this attack. Rebuilding the shrine will take at least two months.

Thanks to this, Mieka, Yuuki, and I, who belonged to the Shinto department, are now floating around aimlessly. If the Shinto department had more members, we might have continued our activities elsewhere, but the current Shinto department consists of only three people.

Dean Tenrai Nagisa told us,

“If you have a preferred major, go learn there. Otherwise… helping the student council would be good. With the cultural festival coming up, the student council is quite busy, so they’ll welcome you with open arms. What do you plan to do?”

Yuuki glanced at Mieko, while Mieko seemed lost in thought. Meanwhile, I immediately responded. According to the original story, Mieko ultimately chooses the student council. To avoid unnecessary suspicion from Yuuki, who has feelings for Mieko, I decided to act first.

“I will join the student council.”

“Hmm. Understood. And you two? Do you need more time to decide?”

Mieko spoke up.

“I’ve decided. Until the shrine is rebuilt, I will join the student council.”

“Good thinking, Mieko.”

“I-I’ll also join the student council.”

“All three of you joining the student council, huh? With talents like yours, the student council will surely be pleased. Your work there might be a bit tough, but I promise… it won’t be a bad experience. Later on, you’ll…”


“Perhaps we can reminisce about the meeting with good feelings. Now, head over to the Student Council.”

After hearing Nagisa’s words of encouragement, I made my way to the Student Council.

The Student Council occupied an entire four-story building. Unlike Korea’s Maruhan Academy, Japan’s Arashi Academy Student Council wielded immense power—so much so that even teachers couldn’t disregard them easily.

On the first floor entrance, a building map was posted, listing departments like the Administrative Division, Executive Division, and Audit Division.

“Dean Tensai has informed me of the situation. You must be from the Shinto Department?”

A girl in a school uniform stood there, wearing glasses and sporting a yellow armband symbolizing the Student Council. She had a modest appearance, and her looks were average.

“I’m Aikawa Ayumi from the Administrative Division. I’ll guide you to the President’s Office. Please follow me.”

Following her up the stairs, I asked Ayumi amidst the silent atmosphere:

“If we join the Student Council, do you know which division we’ll be assigned to?”

Ayumi glanced at me sharply. Did she dislike my informal tone? If it bothers her, she could just talk casually too. I confidently pressed on.

“Most likely, you’ll be placed in the Student Affairs Division.”

“Student Affairs Division? What do they do?”

“It’s directly under the Student Council President. They carry out the president’s orders and assist other divisions when necessary.”

“Is it intense there?”

“With the Cultural Festival coming up, everyone in the Student Council is busy regardless of their division.”

We arrived at the President’s Office. Having completed our guidance, Aikawa Ayumi turned around and disappeared immediately.

We knocked on the door. Was it symbolic of authority? It was an incredibly vintage wooden door.

“Yes, come in.”

A female voice responded.

Opening the door, we entered. The President’s Office was a clean, luxurious room akin to a corporate CEO’s office.

Seated behind the desk, facing away from a sunlit window, was a platinum-blonde woman. Her long, shimmering hair sparkled in the sunlight, and her posture resembled that of an elegant, regal swan. Clearly, she was Caucasian.

‘Her chest… it’s huge! Probably I-cup?’

There was a nameplate proudly displayed on her desk, making her identity obvious.

Student Council President Rachel Craig.

“Welcome to the Student Council. I’m Rachel Craig, the president. Until the Tsukuyomi Shrine is rebuilt, you’ll belong to my direct department, the Student Affairs Division.”

She spoke fluently and elegantly in Japanese.

“Do you have any questions? Feel free to ask.”

“What exactly are we supposed to do?”

Mieko asked. Rachel smiled faintly as she stood up. Swish. Her enormous chest, larger than her head, caught my attention. Thanks to my mastered peripheral vision skill, there was no risk of getting caught.

“Since we have guests, let me offer you tea. Black tea or green tea?”

“I’d prefer green tea.”

“Same here.”

“I’ll just take water.”

I chose water. All the tea was in teabags, so drinking plain water seemed better than having tasteless tea.

“Miss Miyado Mieko, I’d like you to serve as a shrine maiden for the Tsukuyomi Shrine during the Cultural Festival.”

“But the shrine is still under reconstruction. It will take at least two months before completion. There’s no way it’ll be ready by the festival…”

“I’m aware. Not only is the design being redone, but special barriers also need installation. The Student Council plans to create a temporary shrine for the festival. Since we can’t hire external help for the Cultural Festival, the quality might suffer, but we can’t omit Japan’s Shinto culture. Many outsiders visit the festival specifically to pay respects at the Tsukuyomi Shrine. Miss Miyado, would you help us?”

“…If you give me full management rights over the Tsukuyomi Shrine, I will accept your offer as its shrine maiden.”

“Agreed. I’ll assign the temporary shrine duties to Miss Miyado. And as for the other two…”

Rachel’s gaze shifted toward me and Yuuki.