Holding the can of white-packaged juice in his right hand, his fingertips gently tapped the can.
The moment he stepped onto the curb, his body's center of gravity remained as stable as a precise gyroscope. His toes touched down, his heels lifted, flowing like gliding on ice.
His shoulders and back were straight, the hem of his wine-red school uniform gently fluttering in the wind, forming a strange rhythm with the falling cherry blossoms.
That focused composure was as if he were walking on a balance beam in front of a huge audience.
Scattered students on their way home were drawn by this peculiar sight, stopping and looking sideways. Several girls covered their mouths and whispered:
"Wow... so handsome..."
"Like a gymnast!"
"How does he do it?"
Astonished gazes followed his elegant and steady figure, forming a striking picture amidst the twilight and the cherry blossom rain.
Sakamoto seemed not to hear, his gaze calmly fixed on the distance.
Midway down the road, a long bench stood quietly under a cherry tree.
On the bench, a silver-haired girl sat upright. Her figure was slender, a dark wooden cane leaning beside the chair, its tip glowing with a warm luster in the twilight.
Sakayanagi Arisu rested her chin on one hand, her other hand casually placed on her lap, her fingertips rhythmically tapping the smooth tip of the cane.
Her gaze was as calm as water, a faint, playful curve on her lips, like a chess player who had already set up the board, quietly waiting for her opponent to fall into the trap.
Sakamoto walked to the bench, standing steadily on the curb, looking down at Sakayanagi.
The evening breeze blew, and cherry petals brushed past his serene profile.
"Good evening."
Sakayanagi-san's voice was soft and pleasant, breaking the silence first,
"Sakayanagi Arisu."
She nodded slightly, her silver hair shimmering in the twilight,
"Our first formal conversation, Sakamoto-kun."
Sakamoto stood on the higher ground, bowing slightly, his movements fluid and elegant:
"I am Sakamoto. A pleasure to meet you, Sakayanagi-san."
His voice was clear and calm.
"What a delightful way to return home."
Sakayanagi-san's fingertips gently tapped the tip of her cane, her gaze sweeping over the "artwork" he held and the can of juice, her smile deepening,
"The 'magic' in the convenience store was equally splendid."
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze meeting Sakamoto's through his glasses:
"What a truly brilliant guiding technique. Leaving aside the little interlude at the convenience store... regarding the s system, regarding the points... the puzzle Sakamoto-kun left in class is truly thought-provoking."
"The students in Class A were practically itching with anticipation after Sakamoto-kun's phrase 'use it where it truly matters' and that paper plane flying towards the upperclassmen."
She chuckled softly,
"Someone couldn't hold back and went to inquire among the upperclassmen. The result was discovering something interesting — 'class points.'"
She paused, observing Sakamoto's reaction. Sakamoto remained calmly standing on the curb, like a frozen sculpture, only the evening breeze stirring his hair.
"Every class in the upper years has these 'class points,' as a symbol of some collective honor? Or a basis for resource allocation? Unfortunately, the First Year classes don't. The upperclassmen are tight-lipped, and no substantial information could be extracted. But someone remembered Sakamoto-kun's words — 'points can buy anything.'"
A cunning curve appeared on her lips:
"So, someone decided to use points to buy information. Unexpectedly, someone was actually willing to sell — a second year student. The asking price... was ridiculously high."
Her fingertips lightly tapped her cane,
"But what's interesting is that not long after, that seller actually contacted them proactively, lowering the asking price. Ultimately, Class A successfully obtained core information about the 'class points' operational mechanism — including its correlation with individual point distribution, and... how it determines a class's rise or fall, and even its survival."
Sakayanagi-san's gaze sharpened:
"Sakamoto-kun, you didn't directly tell us the answer, but rather guided us to explore, to trade, to verify it ourselves. This 'guiding technique' is truly astonishingly clever."
She leaned forward slightly, her voice lowered,
"Sakamoto-kun... do you intend to become the leader of Class A? In this... elegant and mysterious way?"
The evening breeze blew, and cherry petals fluttered.
Sakamoto was silent. He neither answered nor looked at Sakayanagi-san.
His gaze was fixed on the outline of the dormitory building in the distant twilight, and then he made an unexpected move.
His toes lightly tapped the curb, and his body spun up as lightly as a feather!
A fluid side spin, like a gymnast performing a difficult turn on a balance beam, landed precisely and elegantly on the open ground in front of the bench. The moment he landed, the "artwork" he held in his left hand and the juice can in his right hand remained perfectly still, his posture as composed as if he had merely stepped over a small puddle.
At this moment, he was no longer looking down, but was at the same level as Sakayanagi-san on the bench, his gaze slightly lowered.
"Guidance?"
His voice was still steady, but carried an indescribable depth of meaning,
"What I have done is merely to follow the situation, to throw out a brick to attract jade. The truth is like these cherry blossoms,"
He raised his right hand, the can of white juice glimmering in the twilight. He didn't drink it, but extended his left hand, his slender fingers very naturally plucking something from the air — perfectly catching a falling cherry blossom petal.
He gently placed that pinkish-white petal on the smooth top of the juice can.
The petal trembled slightly on the can top, like a tiny marker.
"Only by personally touching and feeling its trajectory can one comprehend the profound meaning of its fading and blooming. As for leadership..."
"I have no intention of leading anyone."
Sakayanagi-san's gaze flickered. She didn't seem surprised by the answer. She leaned back slightly against the chair, her fingertips slowly tracing the tip of her cane:
"Speaking of which, there's another interesting thing."
Her voice carried a hint of subtle probing,
"Regarding Sakamoto-kun's 'lateness' today... I spent some points to get some information from the upperclassmen."
Sakamoto's gaze remained calm, but his eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly.
"A second year student said that this morning, they saw Sakamoto-kun in the upperclassmen area of the school building... lingering and observing?"
Sakayanagi-san tilted her head slightly, her silver hair falling over her shoulder, her smile sweet, but her eyes like tempered blades:
"Sakamoto-kun, you were one step ahead of all of us. Your lateness wasn't an oversight, but rather... a carefully planned observation?"
"However, everyone has two sides, Sakamoto-kun. What core is hidden beneath your elegant and composed exterior?"
She looked directly into Sakamoto's eyes, not hiding her scrutiny:
"Are you an observer who sees through everything? Or... a chess player intending to control the game? I am very much looking forward to... seeing your true face."
This was undoubtedly a declaration of war.
Sakayanagi Arisu, this potential chess player of Class A, had already regarded Sakamoto as an opponent she had to face.
Faced with the challenge, Sakamoto's reaction was still unexpected.
He neither answered nor looked at Sakayanagi-san again.
His toes lightly tapped the ground, and his body spun back to the edge of the curb as lightly as a feather, his movements fluid and elegant. The moment he landed, the "artwork" he held and the juice can remained perfectly still.
He took a step, walking directly past the bench, his steps steady and smooth.
The evening breeze ruffled his clothes, sweeping cherry petals onto his shoulders.
The moment he brushed past Sakayanagi-san, that clear and calm voice, like the evening breeze whispering, entered Sakayanagi-san's ears:
"Beneath the surface, there is also the surface."
As his words fell, his figure had merged into the twilight and the cherry blossom rain, leaving only a tall and mysterious silhouette, the faint clean scent of soap in the air, and... the cherry petal that had been swept up by the wind in the open space in front of Sakayanagi-san's bench, finally falling to the ground.
Sakayanagi Arisu sat upright on the bench, her fingertips resting on the tip of her cane, motionless for a long time. Her gaze was as deep as an abyss, closely following the figure that had disappeared into the twilight.
The playful curve on her lips remained, but with a hint of seriousness and a stronger desire for inquiry.
"Beneath the surface, there is also the surface..."
She murmured,
"I really was... underestimated."
The evening breeze blew, and cherry blossoms fell like rain. This first encounter on the cherry blossom path, silent and unnoticed, had already drawn an invisible line.
PS: Some modifications have been made to Kamuro's character design in the previous chapter, and character illustrations have been added to the previous text. You can refresh the chapter to view them.
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first year o enrollment: Chapter 009: Sakamoto Surrounded
The next day.
The second day of school.
The morning sunlight streamed through the clean window glass, falling on the new desks of First Year Class A.
The atmosphere in the classroom, compared to yesterday, had an added sense of restrained order.
Students were in their places, sitting upright, their gazes focused, their actions of turning pages or organizing stationery carrying a natural regularity.
After yesterday's information sharing about "class points," the elites of Class A had less of the initial casualness in their eyes, and more of a calm sharpness and understanding.
The binding of individual points to collective honor and disgrace, like an invisible ruler suspended overhead, made this group of chosen ones enter the role of "elite" more quickly.
The seat by the window in the classroom was still empty.
The preparatory bell for the official start of class was getting closer and closer. The empty seat stood out somewhat in the morning light.
Many people's gazes, with a hint of imperceptible expectation and curiosity, occasionally swept over it.
How would Sakamoto, who had made his appearance on the first day of school with lateness, an incomprehensible bell for sitting down, and information about the s system, appear today?
Time quietly passed. Katsuragi Kohei in the front row still sat as still as a rock, only his gaze sweeping between the podium and the empty seat.
Sakayanagi Arisu sat quietly by the wall, her fingertips gently tapping the smooth tip of her cane, her gaze calm beneath her silver hair, a faint, playful smile on her lips.
Just a moment before the sharp, urgent "Ding—!" of the preparatory bell was about to tear through the air!
The classroom door was gently pushed open.
A tall figure appeared at the doorway, coincidentally backlit by the morning light from the corridor, his outline somewhat blurry for a moment. He took a step forward, entering the bright light of the classroom — black-rimmed glasses, a clear dark brown tear mole under his left eye, a handsome and calm face, and a wine-red school uniform that neatly outlined his tall figure.
It was Sakamoto.
He subtly adjusted his breathing, his forehead seeming to have fine beads of sweat that might have emerged after a run, but his breathing was steady, without any panic. His gaze calmly swept across the entire class, his composed demeanor as if he had merely returned from a stroll.
Under the instantly focused gazes of the entire class, he took a step.
His steps were steady and fluid, each step as if measured, his arm swing moderate, his shoulders and back as straight as a pine tree. His target was clearly the empty seat by the window.
He walked through rows of seats, countless gazes focused on him, yet he seemed oblivious, not looking sideways.
Just as he reached the empty seat by the window, his left hand very naturally brushed the air above the chair back, his body turning towards the seat, his center of gravity sinking, his posture relaxed, and the moment his buttocks perfectly met the chair seat—
"Ding—!!!!"
The preparatory bell, announcing the official start of class, rang out without warning, as if precisely calculated! The sound wave instantly filled the classroom, impacting everyone's eardrums.
Buzz!
Time froze for an instant. The previous moment was absolute silence and the last frame of Sakamoto sitting down, the next moment was a deafening announcement. This sudden, huge contrast made almost every student's heart in the class skip a beat! Many instinctively tensed their bodies.
[Is it like this again...]
[To the second...]
[This guy... his control over time is too terrifying...]
Silent thoughts flashed through many people's minds. The re-enactment of yesterday's shocking scene no longer brought mere astonishment, but a complex emotion mixed with understanding, admiration, and even a hint of familiarity.
Sakamoto's behavior pattern seemed to be gradually "adapted" by Class A.
Only the young man who had just taken his seat by the window, amidst the sweeping sound waves, merely adjusted his sitting posture very naturally, his gaze calmly directed towards the entrance of the podium.