The Queen Who Sat Down
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Tenka Academy – Cafeteria, Midday
The cafeteria buzzed with life — trays clattered, laughter echoed, and the scent of sizzling mana-infused meals filled the air. But in one corner, time seemed to slow.
Raijo lounged like a king on his throne, his chair tilted back, one arm lazily draped around Liliana, who sat sideways on his lap. She giggled as she leaned in, feeding him a bite of her dessert — a soft mochi pressed gently between her lips and his.
Across from them, Ayasia sat with a faint blush, holding a spoonful of her own meal toward Raijo. "Here," she said, voice low. "It's an indirect kiss. Don't waste it."
Raijo smirked, letting her feed him next. "You two are spoiling me."
Liliana leaned her head on his shoulder. "You deserve it."
Ayasia rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her enjoyment. "Don't get used to it."
Raijo soaked it all in — the attention, the affection, the envy radiating from every corner of the cafeteria. He was the sun, and they orbited him.
Then came the eclipse.
The crowd parted as a group of upperclassmen entered — led by a woman who turned heads with every step.
Name: Satsuki Renya
Year: 4th
Rank: A-Class
Element: Gravity
Appearance:
- Height: 178 cm (5'10") — statuesque and commanding
- Build: Voluptuous, with curves that defied logic and a walk that demanded attention
- Hair: Deep violet, cascading in waves down her back
- Eyes: Gold-rimmed, feline, and sharp as blades
- Aura: Heavy — literally. The air around her seemed to bend with her presence
She stopped in front of Raijo's table, her entourage of male admirers flanking her like loyal hounds.
"You're Raijo Kimi," she said, voice smooth as silk. "Top of the first years. I'm Satsuki Renya. Top of the fourth."
Raijo didn't look up.
Liliana popped another bite into his mouth.
Ayasia wiped his chin with a napkin.
Satsuki leaned down, her face inches from his. "You belong to me now."
Silence.
Then — laughter.
Not from her.
From Raijo.
He finally turned to her, eyes calm, voice colder than steel.
"Be a good darling and sit down if you want some."
Satsuki blinked.
"I'm already owned," he continued, "by someone far beyond this school. The rest? They belong to me. Refuse… and get the fuck out. I don't care."
The boys behind her bristled, fists clenched.
But before they could speak, Satsuki raised a hand.
"Stand down."
They froze.
She looked at Raijo again — not with anger, but with something else.
Curiosity.
Desire.
She smiled, then pulled out a chair and sat beside him, crossing her legs with elegance.
"As you wish."
Raijo nodded once, then turned back to his girls.
"Now, where were we?"
Liliana giggled.
Ayasia smirked.
And the cafeteria watched in stunned silence as the queen of the fourth years bowed her head… and joined the king's court.
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Kings, Queens, and Calamities
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Tenka Academy – Cafeteria, Royal Court
The air was thick with tension and disbelief.
Raijo, still seated like a monarch, raised his leg and rested it gently across Satsuki Renya's lap. The cafeteria collectively held its breath.
"Massage your king," he said, voice low and calm.
Satsuki blinked once, then smiled.
"As you command."
She slipped off his shoes with practiced grace, revealing his bare feet. Her fingers moved with surprising skill, kneading the tension from his calves and soles. She didn't flinch, didn't protest — only smiled as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
Liliana giggled, brushing Raijo's hair from his face. "You're really collecting queens now."
Ayasia, arms crossed, looked away with a huff. "Tch. She's not even official."
Raijo just leaned back, eyes half-lidded. "Let her earn it."
Around them, students whispered in awe and disbelief.
> "She's massaging his feet…?"
> "That's Satsuki Renya! She's never even looked at a guy before!"
> "Who is this Raijo guy?!"
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Meanwhile – Shibuya, Tokyo
The sky above Shibuya was blackened with smoke. Sirens wailed. Buildings crumbled. Fires raged.
What was supposed to be a routine B-Rank dungeon had turned into a nightmare.
The A-Rank adventurer team sent in had gone silent after 23 hours. When the clock struck 24, the dungeon broke — and from its shattered gate, a second, hidden S-Rank dungeon emerged.
Monsters poured out like a flood: wyverns with molten breath, ogres clad in obsidian armor, and spectral beasts that moved like shadows. Civilians screamed and scattered. The S-Rank hunters deployed to contain the breach were overwhelmed within minutes.
The city was on the brink.
Then — the sky split open.
Two figures descended in tandem, cloaked in divine pressure.
Yumi Ichoshima, the Crimson Witch, her long coat billowing with fire, eyes glowing like twin suns.
And beside her, the legend himself — Hiroshima Ichoshima, the Calamity-Class Hunter, his presence alone enough to silence the battlefield.
Gasps erupted from the crowd of onlookers and news drones hovering above.
> "Is that… Yumi Ichoshima?!"
> "Wait — that's her father! The Calamity-Class Hunter!"
> "We're saved… we're actually saved!"
The monsters turned — and froze.
Yumi raised a single hand. A wave of fire swept across the battlefield, incinerating dozens in a single breath. Hiroshima followed, his aura crashing down like a glacier, freezing entire legions in place before shattering them with a flick of his wrist.
In minutes, it was over.
The streets of Shibuya were silent once more — save for the crackle of dying flames and the distant sobs of survivors.
The head of police, the Tokyo Guildmaster, and Rumi Ryombi — the Ice King — arrived on the scene, breathless and bloodied.
Hiroshima turned to them, his voice calm but commanding.
"Protect the civilians. Secure the perimeter. Aid the wounded."
Rumi bowed low. "Understood."
Yumi cracked her neck. "We're going in."
The father and daughter turned toward the still-open gate, their auras flaring once more.
As they stepped into the dungeon, the crowd behind them erupted in cheers and tears.
> "They're going in alone…"
> "They're not even scared…"
> "That's what real power looks like."
And as the gate swallowed them whole, the world held its breath.
Because when the Ichoshimas moved — calamity followed.
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The Princess and the Calamity
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Shibuya – Dungeon Perimeter, 27 Minutes After Break
The once-raging battlefield now lay in eerie silence. Craters smoldered, monster corpses littered the streets, and the air still shimmered with residual mana. The dungeon gate — a swirling vortex of obsidian and violet — pulsed once… then collapsed inward with a low whump, sealing itself shut.
From the smoke and ruin, two figures emerged.
Yumi Ichoshima, her coat fluttering in the breeze, not a single burn or scratch on her flawless skin.
Beside her, Hiroshima Ichoshima, her father, rolled his shoulders with a bored grunt.
"Damn," he muttered, cracking his neck. "I thought I'd get a stretch out of that. What a letdown."
Yumi didn't even glance at him. She was already barking orders to the stunned recovery teams.
"Tag every corpse S-Rank and above. Prioritize intact cores and unique traits. I want them preserved and sealed. They're not for research."
A nearby officer blinked. "Ma'am, may I ask—"
"They're not for you," she said flatly. "They're for someone else."
The officer nodded and scrambled to obey.
Hiroshima raised an eyebrow. "So… this boyfriend of yours. The one you're stockpiling monster corpses for. It's him, isn't it?"
Yumi gave him a sideways glance. "Mind your business, old man."
He chuckled. "You're really gone for this kid, huh?"
She smirked. "You jealous?"
"Of course. My daughter's growing up. Might even leave me for some punk with white hair and a death wish."
Yumi rolled her eyes. "Please. Even if I wanted to hurt you, I couldn't. You're still a monster."
Hiroshima grinned, his golden eyes gleaming. "Only one person in the world could challenge me now. That American brat. And even then…" He shrugged. "Fifty-fifty."
Yumi laughed. "You're so dramatic."
He stepped closer, ruffling her hair with a massive hand. "You'll always be my little princess."
She swatted his hand away, but didn't stop smiling.
"Come home for the week," he said, voice softening. "Your mom misses you."
Yumi sighed. "I'm busy."
"I'll drag you home if I have to."
"You've done it before," she muttered.
He grinned wider. "Exactly."
She groaned, then finally nodded. "Fine. But I'm not cooking."
"Deal."
As they walked off into the smoke, the crowd of onlookers — civilians, hunters, and media alike — watched in stunned reverence.
> "They cleared an S-Rank dungeon… in minutes…"
> "They didn't even break a sweat…"
> "That's the Ichoshima bloodline…"
And somewhere, deep in the shadows of the city, a pair of eyes watched them go.
So that's the power behind the boy…
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End of chapter 11.