I Became a Fortune Teller in the Game My Little Sister Made – Chapter 61

“”””Waaahhhh!!!””””

“Don’t step back! This is a struggle! It’s a crusade to reclaim our rights!!”

“”””Crusade! Crusade! Crusade!””””

“Violence is not the answer! Let’s stand together and let them know that no force or violence will stop us, with all our hearts!”

“Comrade Namgoong Min said!! Everyone, block them!!!”

“Stand firm!!!”

It’s chaos.

Instructor Yamato, facing a wall made up of students, muttered to himself in frustration.

‘No, this isn’t chaos…’

These students, each of whom varied in gender, abilities, jobs, and personalities, seemed disordered at first glance.

Yet, with combat professions stepping forward, organizing themselves by height, and refraining from throwing punches, it felt more like encountering a well-bonded group.

“What should we do, Daisuke-sensei?”

“Hmm….”

Although the guards who had run with him asked for advice, honestly, it left him blank as this was well beyond his expectations.

Having served for over a decade and seen countless students, he’d never encountered such a situation.

“Damn, Charles.”

He momentarily fumed at Charles Teddy Bear, the one who was originally in charge here.

But Yamato was a friend and comrade of Charles Teddy Bear from their time in the American Gate, and he didn’t believe Charles would handle such sensitive matters well, like this protest regarding grades.

Rather, he only imagined Charles suppressing all students with a nonchalant expression.

Thus, it was a job he had taken upon himself, yet it seemed like one particular student was exceptionally outstanding.

The one he knew best, Namgoong Min, the Fortuneteller.

‘Is that guy really a Fortuneteller?’

Behind the wall of hundreds of students, a figure could be seen standing tall, endlessly flapping their mouth.

Dressed in a black suit, red dress shirt, and white gloves, he exuded a strange pressure despite not being a combat profession.

“Fellow students! We must not be agitated! We only gathered for equal grading and student rights; we are not mindless individuals!”

“”””Right!!!””””

“Our demands are simple! First! Announce the grading standards for this exam! Second! Provide retests or equivalent opportunities for students who were inadvertently eliminated! Third! Acknowledge that this is the demand of all students and our rightful claim!!”

“”””Acknowledge it! Acknowledge it!””””

“If this is accepted, we promise to disperse peacefully. We ask the Academy to issue a statement or send a representative!”

“”””Waaahhhh!!!””””

“That guy is definitely not a Fortuneteller.”

After hearing Namgoong Min’s words a few times, Yamato nodded, certain.

Their actions were claiming student rights and asserting that it was peaceful, devoid of violence.

Given that, how could such a person be called a Fortuneteller?

It felt much more like he was a <Demagogue> or a <Politician>. Never mind whether such roles even existed.

With many discussions going on about Namgoong Min, Yamato instinctively took a step forward.

“Namgoong Min! I am Instructor Yamato Daisuke! I joined the Romance Academy 12 years ago and am currently overseeing the exam! I would be a suitable spokesman for the Academy!”

“Instructor Yamato Daisuke? Are you the instructor in charge of <Archery> at the Romance Academy?”

“That’s right!”

“Of course. Who else would be capable of serving as a spokesman if not Instructor Daisuke?”

Thud.

Namgoong Min stepped down from the rock he was standing on and walked forward.

In response, the students parted graciously like a receding tide.

‘What is this, a military march…?’

Yamato, finding it absurd, soon locked eyes with Namgoong Min among the students.

Until now, he was smiling leisurely, showcasing remarkable abilities.

Yamato appreciated such a confident student. Though, it was a bit excessively so.

“Alright, I’ve heard your demands.”

“What do you think?”

“I can only say one thing about that. [Grades are always handled fairly.]”

“……As expected.”

Whenever such grade protests arose, this had been the sole answer the Academy upheld for over a hundred years.

The resolute rejection of their demands stirred unrest among the students.

Some seemed ready to step forward in anger, but as Namgoong Min appeared set to respond, they all paused and focused their gaze on him.

‘What will he say?’

Yamato understood the students’ sentiments; it was just that, as an instructor of the Romance Academy, he couldn’t say anything else.

The Academy continuously repeated their fundamental stance, leaving the protestors resigned.

Then what about this Fortuneteller student?

What would the instigator of hundreds of students stir up?

“Thank you.”

“………Huh?”

“Everyone, did you hear? Let’s disperse now.”

……What?

In an instant, Yamato was flustered, thinking he must have misheard, and the students conveyed a similar confusion.

One of them locked eyes with Namgoong Min, who was turned away.

“I, Namgoong Min. What does that mean…?”

“Did you not realize Instructor Daisuke’s consideration?”

“Consideration… you say?”

Consideration? What consideration?

Just as Yamato, recognizing that something strange was unfolding, opened his mouth in haste, Namgoong Min seized the moment and began to shout.

“Instructor Daisuke said! Grades are always handled fairly!! What does this imply?”

“What do you mean…?”

“What that means is, on our behalf, Instructor Daisuke will take charge of this matter and handle it fairly!!”

“………Huh?”

“Huh?”

Only then did Yamato realize.

He understood what Namgoong Min was trying to pull.

“Wait a minute. I—”

“Instructor Yamato Daisuke understands our feelings well! But he, too, is an instructor of the Romance Academy and cannot casually promise anything outside of what the Academy has released.”

“Oh, ohhh….”

“That’s true….”

“Instructor Daisuke is a great guy! He’s always been kind to us <Archers>!”

“So I’m—”

“Always thinking of his students and striving for their rights—there’s no way the admirable Instructor Yamato Daisuke would let this slide!”

“That can’t be!”

“Instructor Daisuke is the best!!”

“He’s a god!!”

“Uh, uh—”

What’s going on? Why is everything turning strange?

The Fortuneteller was as if he already knew how Yamato would respond and pushed forward effortlessly.

Yamato wanted to cover his mouth immediately, but with the students rallying in admiration, silencing Namgoong Min would only flip the public sentiment.

Naturally, Yamato Daisuke didn’t wish to be met with the discontent and scorn of hundreds of students.

“That’s why he spoke! Grades will always be handled fairly! Do you understand what that means!!”

“Wa, wait for us!”

“Instructor Daisuke said we should wait for him to represent us to the Academy!”

“Indeed, that sounds more feasible! The Romance Academy that never budged despite countless student protests, but if it’s Instructor Daisuke, a seasoned educator with twelve years of experience…?”

“We didn’t know that…!!”

“Instructor Daisuke, long live!!”

“Long live our representative, Instructor Yamato Daisuke!!!”

“………….”

Yamato stared in astonishment at Namgoong Min.

Though only seeing his back, he was confident.

That Fortuneteller must be smiling right now.

‘Was this his plan from the start!?’

While he had stirred up the students, the Academy would naturally dismiss their grading complaints lightly.

So, action is taken. They emerge from the eliminated student lounge en masse for a boycott, forcing the instructor to step in.

Then, he had effectively been replaced as a spokesperson by a teacher giving a barebones response!

‘Typically, grading protests arise once grades have been issued, but this is different.’

Normally, grading complaints arise after the grades are out.

But right now, it was a protest against whether grades would be fair or not, suggesting that the grades had not been released yet.

In other words, they believed in this instructor and are willing to wait for the grades to be fair……!

‘That sly dog made the first move.’

Moreover, Namgoong Min cleverly twisted [Grades are always handled fairly] to [Grades will always be handled fairly].

It turned a statement of principles into something that sounded like he was asking them to trust him to handle it fairly.

Yamato Daisuke. A skilled <Archer> and a commendable person as an educator.

However, he was woefully inexperienced with such instigations and rhetoric.

“Let’s all trust Instructor Daisuke and wait! He will convey our will to the Academy!”

“Right! Everyone, let’s head back! He said to entrust it to him; we should trust him!”

“Instructor Daisuke! We believe in you!”

“Hahaha……….”

In less than a minute, Instructor Yamato Daisuke transformed from someone trying to stop the students into a fervent volunteer representing their complaints to the Academy.

Even the guards around began discussing how he was a true instructor, leaving him no way out.

The students thanked him and returned to the eliminated student lounge, while the guards exchanged respectful greetings and departed.

Before long, only Yamato and Namgoong Min were left standing on the once-crowded, now dusty ground.

“………Namgoong Min.”

“Yes, Instructor Daisuke.”

He had no intent of getting angry with Namgoong Min or accusing him of anything.

He was a staff member of the Academy but, more importantly, an educator.

Initially, he had been frustrated, but he knew that without such radical methods, the Academy and instructors would never be willing to listen to the students’ grading complaints.

The history of communication being severed over the last century had already provided the answer.

‘Right……the Academy has brushed aside far too many complaints. This isn’t right.’

Yamato recalled his days as a rookie instructor.

He was clumsy and full of mistakes back then, but always brimming with passion and spirit.

That was why he had sought to address the grading complaints that arose every year.

He had merely been blocked by the walls of reality.

Thud. Thud.

Why was this happening?

Yamato could feel his heart pounding fiercely.

‘Yes, this is an opportunity.’

He understood why the Academy had ignored grading complaints.

Grading complaints never ceased, and once accepted, they had to keep on accepting them.

If not careful, the authority of both the Academy and its instructors could be compromised by students and parents, and the first principal had made a firm decision.

Better to dismiss them all entirely.

It had been an effective approach, but the side effects were no small matter. Just like now.

‘But this time, it’s different.’

Unlike the usual complaints, this was a protest regarding equitable evaluation standards.

Moreover, it didn’t concern all exams but was specific to the evaluation standards for this survival test.

The Romance Academy’s examinations change every year. This Great Lake survival test is the same every year, but there’s no harm in changing it next year.

If handled well, the Romance Academy could become a better place for education for students.

That was what he needed to do as an educator.

Gradually, motivation ignited within him, kindling a fire in the heart of this veteran instructor.

At that moment, Namgoong Min approached him and spoke.

“Instructor, while walking around earlier, I dropped my cellphone… can I step away for a moment?”

“Of course, Namgoong Min. And…”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for giving the Academy this opportunity.”

“…It’s nothing.”

Namgoong Min was already a student under the watchful eye of the Academy. His abilities were so concerning that penalties on his Job Skills could have been imposed.

Normally, it would be wise to tread carefully, but he had boldly stepped forward for the sake of his peers’ grades and rights.

Now that he understood his sincerity, as an educator, he could not remain silent.

Everything was for the students’ rightful claims and equitable grades.

As Yamato, now a passionate advocate for eliminated students, hurriedly stepped forth.

At the very least, they had to resolve the matter within three days after this exam.

With the network and information he had built over twelve years, Yamato prepared for a tough battle……!

As he witnessed the resolute back of the true educator retreating, Namgoong Min smiled.

“Success.”

However, Yamato Daisuke remained unaware.

All this agitation and grading protests were but a mere means to an end for Namgoong Min.

In truth, this entire scheme was merely a pretext for him to wander outside the lounge.

Had he realized that, he would have clutched the back of his neck in disbelief, but ultimately, Namgoong Min was allowed to roam freely outside the lounge, and Yamato threw himself into his duties as an educator.

In this way, it became a mutual benefit, a win-win situation, right?

Namgoong Min approached an Academy official near the eliminated student lounge.

“Excuse me, could I get my bag back?”

“Namgoong Min? What do you mean…”

“Instructor Yamato Daisuke permitted it.”

“Oh, is that so? Please wait a moment.”

After spinning a tiny lie, he retrieved his bag and set out to find the cell phone he had dropped.

Since he was on the eastern side of the lake, he surely dropped it somewhere in the northwest near the lake. Yes, that’s right.

“Let’s go.”

Skill Thief… no, off to find my phone!