As i entered the room, i found that all eyes were on me again, but luckily this time their stares didn't continue to linger on me like before, they just glanced at me then returned back to the conversation they were having, i was thankful to that .
I looked at my seat number in my hand, the seats were arranged by numbers, i found that my seat was next to the window in the last row of seats to the left, i booked the protagonist seat right from the start, but it was also the most solitary seat in the entire class, i passed by the pink haired girl from before, but she was hiding behind her desk while lowering her head as if trying to hide from me, i lingered in front of her seat a bit, but seeing that she had no intention in raising her head, i went to my desk and sat there looking through the window .
Hey you rich kid, was your parents unable to buy you a frontal seat, hey i'm talking to you foreigner .
I don't know who was that guy talking to, but i pitied that person nonetheless, from his tone of voice i can understand that this was a bullying attempt and on the first day of school at that, so how can i not pity the person who was being bullied, but a sudden sharp bang on my desk, awoken me to the cruel reality, the one who was going to be bullied was actually none other than me .
I returned to face my bullies and saw that there were four classmates currently standing in front and beside my seat looking at me with playful looks on all of their faces as they looked at me, their strange looks were as if waiting in anticipation to watch a great show .
The man who was the instigator of all this and presumedly the leader of this group of four was a guy with brown hair and eyes with a well-trained body, his body building gave the onlookers a feeling of strong and well toned muscles hidden beneath the uniform he wore, if not for the quite arrogant smirk and the mad dog look in his eyes, he would give the people another whole different impression than the one they had on him now, even to the point of making him appear dependable, not a scary bully that the other students feared to interact with, his friends all had black hairs and not so remarkable faces and were all shorter than the brown haired leader of their .
I was able to confirm that from seeing through the gaps those guys left as they stood surrounding my desk, other students minded their own business, not wanting to even glance at what was happening in the back, a few looked at me with pity, but all in all no one had the courage to step up and put an end to this farce .
The teacher still haven't arrived made things even more worse, the leader of their sat on my the table of my desk and began tapping on it with his finger, each tap had the giggles of his friends increased by a little bit .
But he called me a rich kid, how laughable, well i kinds see how that guy and maybe my other classmates reached to that conclusion, most of them had witnessed the luxurious car i arrived at school in, but it wasn't like i was the one who chose to come in such an extravagant manner, it was forced upon me by circumstances that i can't control and it wasn't like i was the only one getting dropped to school in a luxurious car, i don't know why those guys feel this much triggered by it .
In reality, i was just like them or might even be a in a little worse financial state than them, so i can understand them being envy, i myself was keep reminding myself by what that Man did to my mother, to force myself not to fall for the honey trap he set for me, but one thing in the end lead to another and i'm really beginning to think that Man was the instigator behind this happening .
I already had a few encounters with bullies like them back in middle school and even at kindergarten, so i know how to exactly deal with those guys in front of me .
I looked at them with a bewildered look and leaned more in the table of the desk leaving him a too little space to continue sitting or tapping on the desk, so he was forced to get back to standing in front of the desk, the intensity of his glare on me increased and the giggles of his friends finally came to a stop .
Oh, you have a backbone i will give you that, but i will still have to ask you to move out, that is my favourite seat after all and by asking i mean you need to give it up this instant, understood .
Oh, so he was here for my seat, i would have give it up if he was to have asked me nicely for it and i didn't want to create more troublesome circumstances for myself in the first day, but i felt something deep inside me getting irritated at the threatening tone he used, all the anger and frustration i had accumulated to this second seemed to gush suddenly as if finally taking this as a chance to vent at those bullies in front of me .
I normally would have tried to quench these impulses of mine, but being looked down on by these guys in front of me, seem to have awoken some primal instinct i had in me .
The world came to a sudden still and once more a clone of me appeared, but weirdly this time it first went to the desk of the pink haired girl as if to check something, but it wasted no time before appearing in front of the four guys with a needle it got from somewhere, it then poked the guy leading this group of bullies a few times with the needle, 3 pokes exactly was the number of those pokes .
One at his forehead, one at the back of his neck, the last poke was on his chest, then the world continued its turning, the guy who was poked by the needle was first the same as before, but then he began to feel some pain which forced his friends to look at him and they finally noticed that their friend and leader was currently bleeding from his head and neck, a second later a blood stain appeared from under his blazer .
The bleeding stooped a second later, but the guy that was bleeding was as if in trance and was still indifferent to what had happened to him, but his forehead was soaked with sweat and his body was shaking as if it might collapsed any second and it really did .
The moment that the door to the classroom was opened and two guys appeared on the frame of the door, the guy whose name was called as Gen by his friends, stumbled a few steps backwards and crashed into the seat in front of me, making all the people who witnessed this scene gasp in shock and the room instantly fall silent .
The friends of his kept calling him but he was unresponsive, he just kept looking at me with a lifeless expression on his face and this weird scene continued for over a minute and the deathly quiet was finally broken by the question that Haimura Moroha asked me about what was going on and before i gave an answer, our classroom's teacher finally made his first appearance, i saw that the unremarkable looking teacher moved in a blink of an eye the moment he saw the state the guy named Gen was in and directly gave him a chop to the back of his neck rendering him unconscious .
Our classroom teacher professionally first put the unconscious Gen back to his seat, then began to introduce himself saying :
Good morning to all of you, my name is Tanaka Tarō i will be the one responsible for guiding you through your journey as Saviors for the next 1 school year, i hope all of you will work hard on the next 3 years towards becoming a superp Saviors, but let's first made one thing clear, there's a prohibition on using your power recklessly and without asking for a permission inside the school building and outside the Training Arena, as that might result in severe consequences happening, i hope you take that in mind .
All the students present looked at the teacher then at the unconscious Gen then turned their heads in unison and looked at me, before turning their focus back to our middle aged teacher once more .
Tanaka Tarō our teacher and guide as per his words was a spectacled unremarkable-looking man in his forties with short black hair in a side-parting style and he currently had an unhappy face that anyone without a discerning eyes can be still able to notice from behind his glasses, he was normal almost to the point of being too normal, i'm not belittling him or anything but he was weird by not being weird in some illogical sense .
I don't know whether he knew of what i did to that guy named Gen or not, but he sure can see that i have some connection to it, but i too didn't expect this to happen, every time this power of mine appeared only seem to affect the opponent psychologically, this was the first time it affected my opponent physically .
And it wasn't like i had any grasp of what it really was or how it actually worked, it happened 4 or 5 times now and every time it acted on impulse, i'm just a bit thankful that it at least didn't cleave the guy named Gen head off his body, like it did with that Man before .
The teacher and the students weren't shocked due to what happened, no they were shocked of how it happened and the consequences of it happening, everything that was explained to me about this school previously made me become completely aware of that this school is only opened for special people just like me and the rest of the class and possibly all of the school staff as well were also the same, Saviors .
That was a term that i only knew of its existence and learned about only recently, from what i was told i concluded that Akane Academy was indeed a military like school but this school was a private school that only accept a few special kind of people of people in it, those people are called saviors .
Those unique people weren't labelled as such due to them being special in their current life, no it was because of how they were unique back in their past lives, that what really influenced their current life and made it so unique and different compared to other people .
Not in the present, but in an ancient time tens of thousands of years ago .
Not on Earth, but in a distant galaxy hundreds of millions light year away they were legendary heroes, warriors .
Making them a special people who had a special previous life .
And with dreams as a medium they tend to experience memories of their past life, reminding them of their heroic actions, thoughtsand accomplishments .
They were possessors of an indomitable souls that literally resisted the eons of grinding from the sands of time,
until they finally reincarnated into this world again, these people were the people known as SAVIORS and i was one of those special people as well, we were people who inherited our past lives memory and power and we were attending this school so that we are able to harness and control that power of ours .
That was all i was told about my new identity as a savior, after knowing about what kind of school i was attending, my heart and mind eased a bit after i to some extent didn't lie to my mother about the true nature of of this school .
In those last months, i had changed a lot, my mom was able to notice and i absolutely did too, i was different more calm than before, but also more or less short-tempered, the dreams of my past life was changing me from the inside out, or maybe i had always been like that, this whole order about reincarnation was really beyond belief, since my encounter with that Metaphysical, i was having those weird dreams more occasionally than before, but it wasn't like the scene of massacre i saw before, it returned back to be merely frozen footage.
Focusing back on the matter at hand, i saw that Tanaka-sensei was explaining how the term SAVIOR came to be and how this school was founded for the purpose of nurturing us into a powerful force that will contribute to guarantee the prosperity and stability of Japan and its people .
The serious atmosphere was poles apart from the relaxed normal one back in my old school last year, so i was having some trouble adapting at the serious and almost suffocating atmosphere and as my eyes was darting around the classroom, i happened to see someone probably feeling the same discomfort as me .
It was Haimura Moroha, the purple haired guy that i recently got acquainted with,our nervous gazes met and we both nodded at each other in understanding, both of us were having the same problem of feeling out of place, we acknowledged each other through our stares, but soon he turned his gaze towards the teacher and i resumed what i was doing before .
Seeing that he was talking about things, i had already known about i looked through the window and didn't focused on listening to him, but the second i did so, a glaring stare was suddenly launched at me, forcing me to turn my gaze suddenly to see where did it came from .
There i saw her, it was coming from the same pink haired girl that sat next to me, i was a bit relieved to see that she seemed to have regained her enthusiasm and was currently holding a notebook in hand and writing everything that the teacher was saying and while doing so, she was glaring at me again with a frown on her face for some reason .
The moment i stared back at her, her reaction was the most random one i have ever seen, but i found it a little bit cute, she first blushed then lowered her gaze, then she once again stared glaring at me then she once again became shy and lowered her gaze once more, she continued to repeat the same action for over 4 times, before i was finally able to understand what she she was trying to tell me .
She didn't say it, i understood what she tried to convey by pointing at her notebook and the classroom to me .
She was glaring because i wasn't listening to what was the teacher saying, probably mistaking me as being lazy, seeing the the look in her eyes, i once again felt that i was being under some sort of spell, one that demanded me to grant that girl wishes .
I tilted my head and began listening to what was the teacher saying, it was indeed a right decision to make, but the subject he was talking about wasn't the only thing that caught me by surprise, the little triumphant smile on the girl face as she saw me understand and do what she asked, was something that left me a bit mesmerized and thinking that me coming to this school might have been a really good decision on my part .