Chapter 123 The Meeting
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
We returned to the Academy, and everyone Hiromi had pinged was waiting at the teleportation facility.
”Tsuchimiya-senpai! Are you hurt?”
Himeno rushed me and started checking me from head to toe.
”Uh, I’m… fine. Somehow.”
I should probably keep quiet about nearly dying. If Himeno thought I was close to death, she’d go full dark mode. Hiromi glanced away, like she didn’t know how to bring it up.
”That monster was tough,” she said. “Even you had a hard time, Takeru-kun.”
”Yeah. Thanks for coming, Hiromi. You saved me.”
”Oh? Do you remember my contribution?” Valeria cut in.
Valeria! Not in public!
”Hiromi?” Satou-san echoed, eyes narrowing.
”Takeru-kun?” Nishina-san added, closing the distance.
”Hm. You two got close,” Satou-san murmured. “Maybe I should get closer too. Right, Takeru-kun?”
”W-wait, that’s not—”
Smiling with eyes that didn’t smile, Satou-san laced her fingers with mine.
”I wondered when you’d call me by my name,” Nishina-san said, stepping in from the front. “Looks like Hiromi beat me. I guess I need to work harder, Takeru-kun?”
”I-it’s not a contest. Nishina-san, you already— I mean, any more and…”
Nishina-san hugged me from the front and peered up with a damp, accusing look.
”Takeru-senpai… Takeru-san… ah, I— I’m fine with Tsuchimiya-senpai!”
Himeno flushed and flapped her hands.
”It seems you’re busy,” Sogahara-senpai said, waving with a gentle smile. “We’ll head back to the private wing. Join us when you can, Tsuchimiya-kun.”
So he wasn’t going to help.
”W-wait! I’ll go with—”
”Where do you think you’re going?”
A woman’s voice came from behind, and a firm hand clamped my shoulder. I turned to find Lugia-san.
”You said you’d explain. Let’s use the usual room.”
”…Right.”
The meeting room sat in the staff-only area of the teleportation facility, with the same heavy, black marble table as always. We faced Lugia-san and her two aides—the sharp-eyed man in glasses, and the cool-headed scribe whose gaze could cut glass.
All of us came along. Satou-san took my left and Himeno my right, both pressing in and locking down my arms like I might escape. Under the table, Nishina-san crouched by my chair, clinging to my sleeve and squeezing my knee whenever anyone said “Hiromi.” Lugia-san’s look went a few degrees colder. Not my imagination.
”May I start?” Lugia-san asked.
”N-Nishina-san, could you— not now—” I whispered. She ignored me, cheeks puffed in a small pout, and held on tighter.
”You mentioned a ‘message’ from students inside the dungeon,” Lugia-san said. “What exactly do you mean by message? Start there.”
”Higurashi,” I said.
”Do you know about our smartphones?” Higurashi asked her.
”I read the report,” Lugia-san said. “You can speak across oceans in real time, broadcast to the entire world, and almost everyone in your hundred-million nation owns one. Hard to believe. But they don’t work in this world, correct?”
”We’ve restored part of the communication function with our Gifts,” Higurashi said.
Her eyes widened. “Impossible. You’d need facilities to store data and large-scale systems to send and receive signals. Where are those?”
”We don’t understand the mechanism,” she admitted. “But with a Gift we can enable limited features on a device at a cost. I’ll demonstrate.”
She set her phone on the table and tapped. The speaker rang. On the third ring, someone answered.
’Yeah, Akiyama here. What’s up, Higurashi-chan? If it’s a date, I can make time.’
’Wrong number,’ Higurashi said, and hung up.
”That was a call,” he added. “We can also exchange messages.”
”Incredible,” Lugia-san breathed. “You can truly reach across continents?”
”Unknown,” Higurashi said. “We don’t know how the Gift makes it work. Within our current operating area, it works.”
”Tomoko’s sulking,” Satou-san whispered in my ear.
S-sulking? Because I called Hiromi by name first?
”Tomoko…”
At her name, Nishina-san stilled. She looked up from by my chair.
”…chan,” I tried.
Her face lit, the pout vanished, and she stood, taking the seat on my other side and gripping my hand instead of my knee. Progress, I guess.
”It’s not fair,” Himeno mumbled, watching their joined hands. “My feelings are just as strong.”
And my human rights? We need a boundary committee.
”Do you have communication magic on your side?” Higurashi asked.
”It exists,” Lugia-san said, “but if you mean true long-distance speech on that level, only a handful of people in the world can manage it. There are ‘communication orbs’ as magic tools, but they require ore mined on the demon continent, and no one knows how to manufacture them. They’re so rare that even medium-sized nations might have only one or two.”
The talk moved on without me.
”We plan to distribute these to all students,” Higurashi said, tapping the phone. “When we receive calls for help from inside a dungeon, we want rescue teams to dive promptly. Please smooth the way.”
”Approved,” Lugia-san said. “That’s within my authority. In return, let us handle range and reliability testing.”
”Oh?” Higurashi’s eyes sharpened, a thin smile forming. “Testing implies you’ll need sample units. How many?”
”Testing the range, huh?” I thought. We don’t need that right now. Which means the School Management Committee wants comms for themselves. I should be in this serious part of the talk.
”The more, the better,” Lugia-san said. “At least ten units.”
”There were used phones in the special zone,” Higurashi said. “Not impossible. But restoring the function costs us. What’s the compensation?”
”I’ll smooth everything I can,” she said. “I’ll clear it with the Commander-in-Chief first, but if we’re talking about a real-time communication artifact, the Commander-in-Chief will come to the table.”
”‘Smooth’ is nice,” Higurashi said, “but you can’t make it public. The request will have to look like it comes from us. Correct?”
She exhaled. “There’s no point hiding it from you. You’re right. International agreements require us to minimize interference with players. Contact outside the rules—and requests from our side—are basically forbidden. On the other hand, if players request help within the rules, we must comply as far as possible. This facility… stretches the interpretation to the limit.”
”Hmph. Those rules are malicious,” Higurashi said. “Give teenagers the power of weapons and skills and then too much freedom—what do you think happens? I assume other schools turned ugly.”
”Yes,” she said. “Unless a school has a single strong leader, they fall into civil war for a while. Some lose too many people before unifying and collapse entirely.”
”Then we should thank your Commander-in-Chief,” Higurashi said. “Fine. We’ll negotiate. But we’re tied up. It’ll take a few days to stabilize things. We talk after that. As an advance, if you can provide manpower to share intel with the Student Council, send them.”
”Combat support is hard,” she said, “but intel depends on the content. I’ll report to command and ask to send people.”
”One more thing,” Higurashi said. “Keep the identity of the Gift-holder who restores smartphones secret. Even if asked, we won’t answer. Please accept that.”
”Secret, you say…”
Lugia-san looked away from Higurashi and gave me a long, damp stare.
”I can think of exactly one person who could pull off something that absurd.”
Why me, now?
”Absurd is rude,” I said. “I’m a gentleman. Perfectly normal—” I flinched as Tomoko squeezed my hand hard under the table, still sulking but refusing to let go.
”It’s difficult to phrase it your way,” Lugia-san said. “I can’t falsify the transcript. I’ll record that you requested confidentiality on that point.”
”That will do for now,” Higurashi said.
The meeting wrapped without me adding much.
We stepped out.
”Was that monster… really Kibakura-kun, Tsuchimiya-kun?” Amahara-senpai asked, eyes pleading. By the time Higurashi, Hiromi, and I reached the office, the officers had gathered and Sogahara-senpai had finished his briefing.
”Yes,” I said. “It was Kibakura.”
Amahara-senpai looked like she wanted to deny it, but I could only tell the truth.
”We have 48 hours to marshal our forces and finish preparations,” Sogahara-senpai said, face set. “We must hunt it down before it reaches the Academy.”
”Do we really have to… kill him?” Amahara-senpai asked.
”Even if we aim to kill, winning isn’t certain,” Sogahara-senpai said. “Even if we do win, we’ll take losses. That thing is no longer Kibakura-kun. It’s a monster that attacks people.”
His voice, colder than usual, made Amahara-senpai flinch.
”If he’s been monsterized,” she said, “maybe he can’t enter a safe zone. We should first fortify the safe zone. If he can’t enter, we seal the area. Then we train, get stronger, capture him later, and try to change him back.”
She was searching for any path that spared Kibakura.
”No,” Sogahara-senpai said. “The safe zone should be the last line. If we fight there, his charge will reach the teleportation magic circle easily. If the strike team falls, the Academy faces an all-hands battle for survival. With that thing in front of them, we won’t keep the general students in order. If panic starts, it becomes a one-sided slaughter.”
”I agree,” I said. “My Gift classifies Kibakura as a King Ogre, but Auto-Map still displayed him as human. There’s a high chance he can enter the safe zone.”
”King Ogre!?” Sogahara-senpai, Secretary Tsukuba, and Inami Hitomi went pale. Higurashi frowned. The other girls didn’t react; they probably don’t play those kinds of games or read those manga.
”Understood,” Amahara-senpai said at last. “We’ll station a defense unit at the safe zone and send out a small, elite strike team.”
It hurt, but she accepted the hunt.
”That’s best,” Sogahara-senpai said. “Half measures won’t work on it. A large crowd only raises the body count.”
We’d fight in a dungeon. Too many bodies would clog the field, and that ridiculous blow would grind us all to paste. We needed a tight team.
”Then we need our strongest, and we need to remove any threats at our back,” Amahara-senpai said. “Our first steps are—”
As Student Council President, she laid out the plan.
Later, we assembled in the student cafeteria. We took the far end of the ‘First’ section: Amahara-senpai, Ukita-senpai, Kijima-senpai, then me, Higurashi, and Hiromi.
Across the aisle sat the other officers and Togamine’s party—Machida-senpai, Sawaki-san, and a second-year with a sullen, white-gyaru vibe I hadn’t seen before.
Togamine still wouldn’t meet my eyes. Machida-senpai, for some reason, gave me a friendly smile.
Beyond the partition in general seating, Himeno and the others waited. We kept them separated from Togamine’s group to avoid friction.
On that side, the kendo captain, Yanagi-senpai, and several faces I didn’t know stood by as well.
We waited in tight, quiet air until Sogahara-senpai entered the cafeteria. Saegusa-senpai and Katsura-kun followed—and behind them came a line of rough-looking, armed men. Around twenty.
The cafeteria wasn’t crowded yet, but the room still froze when that crew walked in.
Sogahara-senpai led them past the counter, around the corner, and stopped in front of us.
Amahara-senpai rose. We all followed.
”Thanks for coming, Demiurge,” she said. “I’m Amahara Karen, Student Council President.”
We bowed. Someone let out a sharp, mocking whistle.
”Well, well. The president herself.”
”You get it, right?” a hulking man said. “If we jump you now, you’re done.”
Steel prickled across the nearby tables. We’d met these Demiurge officers on the fourth floor. They were fully armed, fresh out of the dungeon. Aside from Sogahara-senpai’s team, we were unarmed.
”We came prepared to talk even under that risk,” Amahara-senpai said. “This meeting will decide the Academy’s future. Officers, please take seats. The rest of you can wait behind.”
Her presence met their killing intent head-on.
”Fine,” said a bespectacled man. “Grab any table.”
”Hey, Fumioka,” the hulking man snapped. “Don’t act like you’re in charge.”
Mail shirt, headgear, the number two of Demiurge—Sogahara-senpai told me his name once, but it wouldn’t come.
”We want info on Kibakura,” Fumioka said. “If they’ll share, no reason to start a fight.”
”We could beat it out of them.”
”Waste of time. They’re offering. Listening is faster.”
”Tch…”
”Leave the talking to Fumioka,” another thug said, shoving the brute’s shoulder. “You’re the muscle. Go sit down.”
”Fine!”
As he grudgingly took a seat, Hiromi suddenly flicked something at the man on the far right.
”Whoa!?”
He caught it on reflex—a sugar stick from our table.
”You little—”
”You want a fight, huh!?”
Chairs scraped. Tension spiked. Hiromi’s voice cut through, cold.
”Don’t use that trick. You just targeted Amahara-senpai. You do that, and this talk is over.”
All eyes swung to the man holding the sugar.
”Hey, Sumiya,” someone said. “Were you about to use that?”
”Heh… can’t let ’em look down on us,” Sumiya said, rubbing under his nose with a crooked grin.
Wary looks shifted to Hiromi.
”Interesting ability,” she said. “You can swap places with your target. Use it, and you can grab a hostage in an instant.”
Shock rippled across their faces.
”H-hey,” Sumiya barked. “Outing someone else’s Gift breaks the rules.”
Hiromi must have seen a few seconds ahead—the moment he triggered it.
”You were about to out it yourself,” she said, smiling. “Once you take hostile action, we share info on dangerous abilities. If I’m the only one who knows, I’m the first one you’ll try to silence.”
”And if your skill had triggered,” Sogahara-senpai added, “and that knife in your pocket pointed at Amahara-kun… your head would already be off your shoulders, Magara Kiyotaka.”
His hand rested on the hilt at his waist—his own black-lacquered katana. The air around him went razor-cold.
The man beside Sumiya slowly opened the hand in his pocket and drew it out, empty.
”Enough,” Fumioka said. “Sumiya, that’s on you. Who burns a trump card in a cafeteria? I want Kibakura’s location. If you want to complicate things, go back to the fourth floor and wander around.”
”…Tch. Got it. I’m done.”
Fumioka’s glare nailed him in place. The five officers took the sofa across from us.
Togamine bristled, eyes like a beast on Sumiya, but Sogahara-senpai lifted a hand to hold her back and sat at the aisle-side chair we’d set. Saegusa-senpai and Katsura-kun took the table beside Togamine’s group.
”Thanks for sitting down,” Amahara-senpai said. “Again: I’m Amahara Karen, Student Council President.”
Ukita-senpai started to introduce herself, but Headgear slouched back, elbows hooked over the chair, and waved him off.
”Save it. We know your faces.”
Fumioka pinched the bridge of his nose. “We don’t know everyone. You three—names.”
He meant us. I didn’t know most of theirs either, but whatever.
”I’m Tsuchimiya Takeru, leader of the clan The Last Survivor.”
”Not the Student Freedom Alliance rep?”
A sharp-eyed man between Headgear and Magara glared at me. Guess he’d heard the rumors.
”I’m Higurashi Asuka of The Last Survivor,” Higurashi said.
”And I’m Maekawa Hiromi,” Hiromi said.
”Maekawa Hiromi…?” Fumioka’s gaze tightened. “Can your Gift read a skill before it triggers?”
”I’ll say this: sometimes,” Hiromi answered with an easy smile.
They were spooked. If your ace gets snuffed on the draw, you get cautious fast.
”You know her?” Headgear asked Fumioka.
”Last year, when Doi screwed up and those girls barged into our clubroom,” Fumioka said. “She was one of them—Bloody Mary.”
The men jolted and stared at Hiromi. Amahara-senpai’s side didn’t flinch. Either they’d never heard the name, or they’d known all along.
”I’m retired,” Hiromi said. “Don’t call me that. More importantly, let’s keep this productive.”
”R-right… You found Kibakura,” Fumioka said, turning to Amahara-senpai. “And you want to team up.”
”That’s right,” Amahara-senpai said. “Sogahara-kun, please.”
Sogahara-senpai dipped his chin once.
”My party ran into Kibakura-kun on the fifth floor,” Sogahara-senpai said. “Just now.”
”What!?”
”H-how was he?” someone asked.
Sogahara-senpai took a breath. “He wasn’t human anymore. He tried to eat us. Tsuchimiya-kun came, and we barely escaped.”
”Not human…”
”We don’t have enough force to take it down alone,” he said. “Demiurge, we want your help.”
”You’re going to kill Kibakura!?” Headgear slammed the table and stood. Amahara-senpai looked up and met his glare.
”I don’t want that either,” she said. “If you can restore Kibakura-kun’s mind, we’ll help.”
Headgear swallowed and looked to Fumioka.
Fumioka exhaled. “We can’t. Back then, Kibakura used the last of his reason to get away from us before he lost control.”
Headgear dropped back into his seat, arms crossed.
”We saw he was changing,” Amahara-senpai said. “Do you know why he turned?”
Fumioka shook his head. “He said it was his class Title. But he never told us what class he had.”
So he had “King Ogre” from the start? Do monster-class Titles exist? I need to ask Tina.
”Right now, Kibakura-kun sees us as food,” Sogahara-senpai said. “If we don’t stop him before he reaches the Academy, we’re in trouble.”
”So it’s come to that,” Fumioka said. “Next time, he’ll attack us too. Get ready.”
”No way,” Sumiya muttered, staring at the ceiling and letting out a dry laugh. “Even all of us together couldn’t beat him. Not ‘him’—that thing.”
”That’s why we team up,” Ukita-senpai said, pinning Sumiya with her eyes. “Kibakura-kun will cross the safe zone and come here. If we fail to stop him, the Academy faces annihilation.”
”If we’re honeybees,” Kijima-senpai said, sweeping her look across the Demiurge officers one by one, “he’s a giant hornet. If we don’t unite, we’re lunch.”
”Hey, Moriya,” Fumioka said, glancing at Headgear’s folded arms. “We can’t handle this alone. There’s no choice.”
”Tch. Fine!” Moriya snapped. “But if there’s even a chance to save Kibakura, I’m taking it. We fight together until then.”
”Agreed,” Amahara-senpai said. “We’ll see it through together.”
She held his gaze. He clicked his tongue again and looked away.
”I’m Fumioka,” Fumioka said, turning to me with a nod.
”This is Moriya. I’m Shiraishi,” said the sharp-looking man two seats down from Moriya.
”Magara… Kiyotaka,” the big brother said.
”I’m Magara Sumiya,” the younger added.
Brothers, huh. Kiyotaka’s the third-year—short hair, solid build, straight-laced. Sumiya’s the second-year—longer dyed hair and flashier.
”So. What’s the plan?” Shiraishi asked. “If they learn the target is Kibakura, our rank-and-file will fold. Better to call it ‘a dangerous monster.’”
”Hey! Shiraishi!” Moriya grabbed his collar, ready to swing.
”Face it,” Shiraishi said, shrugging him off and fixing his shirt. “If it’s a kill-or-be-killed with Kibakura, I’d bail too if I had a reason. He’s our boss. That’s reason enough. And the outsiders might pull a coup if the mood turns.”
Moriya trembled, red-faced, then let go and fell silent with his arms crossed. Shiraishi kept smoothing his rumpled shirt like he couldn’t be bothered.
”Understood,” Amahara-senpai said. “We keep Kibakura-kun’s name off it. We start preparations now. By the morning of the day after tomorrow, we station defense at the fifth floor safe zone and the Teleportation Room and send out a selected strike team when we see the opening. Before that, we’ll declare an emergency, halt general dives, and recruit volunteers.”
”Two days?” Sumiya said. “I get that you need prep, but will Kibakura-san wait that long?”
”For now,” I said, “we’ve sealed the path by a certain method. It’ll lift in two or three days. He could detour, but without a map—and with the terrain—two days isn’t enough to reach us. He might even get lost and wander deeper.”
”That… helps,” Sumiya said with a stiff grimace. “Cold as it sounds, never seeing him again would be best. I’m remembering a yandere ex who turned stalker.”
I didn’t comment. He wasn’t wrong about the fear.
”We’ll pull our divers out and muster our people,” Fumioka said. “We want a detailed brief later.”
”Good,” Amahara-senpai said. “Come to the Student Council wing in two hours. We’ll hold the meeting there.”
The officers started to rise. Higurashi stopped them.
”Leave your phones first,” he said.
”Our phones?”
”You’ve heard we can restore comms, right?” Higurashi said. “Real-time coordination helps.”
”Oh? You’ll give us that too?”
”You sure?” Sumiya and Shiraishi traded crooked smiles. “Once this ends, we’re enemies again.”
”No problem,” Higurashi said. “We can disable the function at any time.”
That shut them up.
* * *
”You really trust them?” Moriya grumbled as they walked out. “We’re marching into their base.”
”Kibakura judged Amahara too soft,” Fumioka said flatly. “He said her personality disqualifies her from steering the Academy. She won’t even consider an ambush. If anything, an ambush from us would work. That tells me Kibakura was right about her.”
”So you do trust her,” Shiraishi said. “Still, watch your back around her inner circle—Togamine and Vice President Sogahara. Especially you, Sumiya. They were glaring daggers.”
”Yeah… I’m staying here,” Sumiya said. “I’ll skip the meeting. I’ve had enough of guys like Doi-san.”
Sumiya’s face twitched. Since that incident, Doi had holed up and never came out. No one wanted to drag him back.
”Never thought we’d end up teaming with the Student Council against Kibakura,” Kiyotaka muttered, grimacing.
Notes:
• Hiromi – The leader of the group of four girls (including Hano, etc) who are in the same class as the MC.
• Himeno – MC’s first girlfriend
• Valeria – An Elder Undine and part of the Water Spirit King Varniora, she first appears at a feast Hano opens and Maekawa toasts before Higurashi’s joint dungeon dive (direct: student demo; underlying: training). She allies with Tsuchimiya’s group, serves Varniora, outranks Njorn, coils as Maekawa’s glass-snake bracelet, and uses storage magic and water materialization.
• Satou – Satou Akari. The Scout. Long black hair, slender and cool-looking. Passionate underneath, she was once the leader of the violent yakuza gang.
• Satou-san – Satou Akari. The Scout. Long black hair, slender and cool-looking. Passionate underneath, she was once the leader of the violent yakuza gang.
• Nishina – Nishina Tomoko. Shy girl. Looks like an upper elementary school kid despite being in high school. Childhood friends with Satou Akari.
• Nishina-san – Nishina Tomoko. Shy girl. Looks like an upper elementary school kid despite being in high school. Childhood friends with Satou Akari.
• Sogahara – Student Council Vice President
• Sogahara-senpai – Student Council Vice President
• Lugia – Facility manager who was bribed by the MC with cup ramen
• Lugia-san – Facility manager who was bribed by the MC with cup ramen
• Higurashi – Higurashi Asuka. A girl afflicted with an incurable disease. Another MC’s girlfriend.
• Akiyama – Akiyama Yuuki. The boy in the same class as the MC, who collaborates with Higurashi in the Student Freedom Alliance.
• Tomoko – Nishina Tomoko. Shy girl. Looks like an upper elementary school kid despite being in high school. Childhood friends with Satou Akari. One of the Maekawa group
• Amahara-senpai – Student Council President
• Kibakura – Leader of Demiurge
• Hitomi – Inami Hitomi. Male treasurer of student council. Traumatized after being extremely worked over by the secretary, Sugimoto Rikka, when he was at level 1
• Inami – Inami Hitomi. Male treasurer of student council. Traumatized after being extremely worked over by the secretary, Sugimoto Rikka, when he was at level 1
• Inami Hitomi – Male treasurer of student council. Traumatized after being extremely worked over by the secretary, Sugimoto Rikka, when he was at level 1
• Tsukuba – Secretary of student council. The one who find MC.
• Kijima – Kijima Shiori. Sogahara-senpai’s girlfriend. Currently working as a Student Council assistant.
• Kijima-senpai – Kijima Shiori. Sogahara-senpai’s girlfriend. Currently working as a Student Council assistant.
• Ukita – Student Council Treasurer. Best friends with Amahara Karen.
• Ukita-senpai – Student Council Treasurer. Best friends with Amahara Karen.
• Machida – Machida Hinako. Togamine Party’s leader.
• Machida-senpai – Machida Hinako. Togamine Party’s leader.
• Sawaki – Sawaki Suzuka. Vanguard of Togamine’s party. Short black hair and love to fight.
• Sawaki-san – Sawaki Suzuka. Vanguard of Togamine’s party. Short black hair and love to fight.
• Togamine – Togamine Hatsune. The girl who like the student council but hate the MC.
• Katsura-kun – First-year vanguard student in Sogahara-senpai’s party
• Saegusa-senpai – Third-year vanguard student in Sogahara-senpai’s party
• Amahara Karen – Student Council President
• Karen – Student Council President.
• Fumioka – One of Kibakura’s close friend
• Sumiya – A second-year human in Demiurge and Kiyotaka’s younger brother, he first appears at the Academy cafeteria negotiation. In that meeting (direct: share intel and ally; underlying: protect the Academy), he tries a swap-positions Gift to seize Amahara; Fumioka leads Demiurge, Amahara presides; he meets Tsuchimiya; relationships: brother to Kiyotaka, subordinate to Fumioka, peer of Moriya/Shiraishi; trait: swap Gift.
• Kiyotaka – A third-year human in Demiurge and Sumiya’s older brother, he first appears at the Academy cafeteria negotiation to coordinate the hunt for monsterized Kibakura (direct: alliance talks; underlying: protect the Academy), where Sogahara exposes his concealed knife while Amahara presides and Fumioka fronts Demiurge. He meets Tsuchimiya; relationships: brother to Sumiya, subordinate to Fumioka, peer of Moriya and Shiraishi; trait: straight-laced knife-carrier.
• Asuka – Higurashi Asuka. A girl afflicted with an incurable disease. Another MC’s girlfriend.
• Higurashi Asuka – A girl afflicted with an incurable disease. Another MC’s girlfriend.
• Maekawa Hiromi – The leader of the group of four girls (including Hano, etc) who are in the same class as the MC.
• Doi – A human Demiurge executive first seen before homeroom leading a campus march to crush Tsuchimiya-aligned parties and “punish” girls (direct: Kibakura’s kill order; underlying: faction control); he opposes Tsuchimiya, serves under Kibakura, and shows sadistic misogyny.
• Moriya – Kibakura’s number two in Demiurge, possibly rallying troops after Kibakura-kun’s retreat.
• Shiraishi – A sharp-looking human officer of Demiurge (glasses), he first appears at the Academy cafeteria negotiation on Kibakura’s monsterization (direct: form an alliance; underlying: protect the Academy) led by Fumioka under Amahara’s chairing. He meets Tsuchimiya there and at the 4th-floor boundary; relationships: subordinate to Kibakura (“our boss”), peer of Moriya and the Magara brothers; trait: cool, precise negotiator.
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