A Love to Start a War (Class of '09/Infinite Stratos)

Warning: Due to this fanfic being a crossover involving Class of '09, heavy themes like drug abuse, bullying, gender abuse (both misogynist and misandrist), abuse of authority, pedophilia, terrorism, and other related issues will be mentioned and constantly made fun of.

Class of '09 belongs to SBN3. Infinite Stratos belongs to Izuru Yumizuru.

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Prologue: A Girl and Her Portable Nuke.

So, where should I start this...? Right!

Once upon a time, there was this crazy scientist bitch from Japan who watched too much Gundam or whatever the Transformers were called there. She tried to present her ideas to the egghead community; the biggest among them was the Infinite Stratos. An individual suit that worked for both astronaut shit and battle suit at the same time. Awesome, right?

Well, the eggheads told her her idea was retarded and told her to fuck off and never return. Gotta hand it to the bitch; she didn't give up. She simply went to her lab and improved her portable nuke for when the time was right.

Then one morning, some crazy fuckhead managed to somehow hack every single ICBM and nuke across the world and sent them to destroy Japan, probably because of the tentacle porn or some shit. But just when the apocalyptic load would erase anime forever, a genuine robot came out of nowhere and destroyed every single missile landing on target, not even radioactive crap. The White Knight, on its own, single-handedly saved Japan from a nuclear apocalypse.

You couldn't make that shit up unless you were Japanese and/or on drugs.

So how do the governments of the world thank the pilot? By hunting her down like a dog. Needless to say, they failed horribly. Their only silver lining was that nobody died in the manhunt, which only made the military even more scared.

Then suddenly, the scientist from before hacked the main news and took credit for creating the White Knight, which was actually the prototype of the Infinite Stratos 2.0.

Of course, every government shat their pants when Dr. She-Evil also announced she had hundreds of the new robots ready to be sent for free to every nation in the world, even those which weren't recognized by the UN. Thankfully for the old overlords, the IS wouldn't be used as weapons after the Alaska Treaty, but everybody with half a brain knows it won't last forever. Thanks, Obama.

And since only women could use those strip-war machines, there have been claims of sudden female dominance, that instead of dicks slapping cunts for making their chicken cold, it was the other way around.

Well, those guys don't know shit!

I didn't feel like my life changed for the better. It didn't stop the many stepfathers my mom had from being dickheads, not that she was any better; it didn't stop my piece-of-shit gamer brother from trying to groom underage girls across the internet, and it sure as hell didn't stop our dumb countrymen from voting for a pedophile and rapist who was famous on TV.

Anyway, I wasn't that caring about all the above; I was just pissed at my family. After having to move and move again, I had finally found a place where we stood for two years, but then that fat degenerate shithead got us evicted for pirating awful breaktape mixes, and I wanted nothing to do with moving to another state again.

I said, "Fuck you, I'm living with Dad." He's just a neighborhood down. I put the boxes down, go over, knock on the door, and…

BOOM! A gunshot! My second Christmas killed himself! The floor was drenched in blood everywhere, and his suicide note was stuck on the fridge with a Cookie Monster magnet. All he wrote on it was, "Nicole's fault."

I'm Nicole, by the way. Hi. WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HIM!?

Anyway, I was pissed. I was going to leave again, but I wanted to stay away as much as I could, and I landed in the local mall, where some blonde bitch with a purse was busy talking about whatever rich hos liked to talk about, cocksure nothing bad would ever happen to her.

So I stole that bitch's purse. And I had to run away because she was a psychopath who pulled out a gun and tried to kill me. Just as I put my hand in the purse to see what she had before she killed me, my wrist caught something, and in a flash of light, I was armored with a legit IS. The psycho took a look at me, looked at the purse, and then ate her gun.

Great, two suicides in one day. Go Nicole.

Only then did I really realize I had a genuine Infinite Stratos in my hands. I could think of how many ways I could force my mom to remain here and become even more popular. Or…

I asked my robot if I could blow up all the Xbox consoles of the state as a fuck you to the fat fuck. The IS made a sort of magic EMP bomb, and suddenly lots of explosions covered the mall, and it didn't take much time until the news covered the 'Xboxcide' I caused. I felt that finally, nothing could stop me.

Sadly, it was then when the National Guard arrived, alongside the current USA IS Representative, and I didn't last ten seconds before I was shipped right into the Pentagon. There I was told that the blonde psycho I robbed was an agent of a terrorist group called Phantom Task, apparently some misandrist/neo-Nazi outfit that has been stealing robots all over the world ever since the IS became common knowledge. Then the MIB gave two options: either I enroll in the Infinite Stratos Academy in fucking Japan or spend the rest of my days in Guantanamo.

No shit. I choose Anime Land School.

I spent the next three months doing a crash course on how to control the war machine I stole and learning enough Japanese to not make an ass of myself. It was drilled in my head that while I could act like myself there, I had to win every time I was dragged to a duel; otherwise, I would be sharing a cell with angry Muslims surrounded by angry white guys who were surrounded by angry Cubans, so it was do or die, or just die.

So here I am, in a glorified boot camp for gladiator games made for horndogs and psychopaths, already warned that most of my future classmates were of questionable sanity at best, where teachers are allowed to beat the crap out of the students because that's the only way the future gladiatrixes won't try to destroy the world just because their boyfriends cheated on them or their favorite celebrity lost the Grammys again.

Oh, and suddenly a guy could pilot one of those robots too, and I was encouraged to get close to him to learn whatever secret allowed him to pilot the robots. For the Greater Good my ass…

They want a bitch to entertain themselves. Tough shit, I will give them a war.

AN: Decided to post this fic of mine here too, mostly to get the hang on how things work here for an eventual dip for plots too NSFW for SB. Regardless, please read and review.

Chapter 1: The Beautiful People

First day in the Infinite Stratos Academy, and I'm already hating this place. One thing was being forced to wear uniforms again in an age where it was getting outdated outside of Catholic churches, but it also had those short skirts too. There must be some pedo involved in the ISA staff.

Anyway, we had to go to a train station where we took the trip towards the island where the ISA was situated, and we all had to wear the uniform if we wanted to get inside. I almost lost an empty space because I had to spend five minutes in the public bathroom doing an emergency change of clothes. Anyway, I was inside, looking to see if I could get a chance to at least have a quick smoke when some boy with a modified ISA uniform arrived at my space.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?" He asked.

"Fuck off, it's occupied."

"So is the rest of the train. You still have some seats free."

"If you're trying to get a date, you're failing miserably." He spluttered at my comment.

"What? No! I don't have plans to date anyone this soon."

I looked at his eyes. "Yeah, some boy in his teens getting inside in an all-girls won't get his dick hard at realizing the bounty he found himself in. Unless you're gay, of course."

"Well, there's a difference between sexual attraction and love. And I wasn't raised to abuse others." Well, this boy was less retarded than those back home if he recognized the difference.

"We shall see." I reply. "You can sit in front of me, but if you dare to do anything funny, you can say goodbye to your lineage."

"Thanks." He was scared of me, but took the seat anyway. "By the way, my name is Ichika."

"Did I fucking ask your name?" God, I really need that smoke.

"Are you always this mean?"

"I'm a sociopath; I cannot be not mean." The boy rolled his eyes.

"Self-diagnosis is harmful, you know?" He muttered to himself. So he did have something resembling a tongue.

"By the way, my name's Nicole." I decided to give him this win. "I hope we don't meet again."

I didn't realize it back then, but like Luigi, I won the first round by doing absolutely nothing.

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Turns out, we both shared the same classroom, so unless either of us died or got expelled, we would be seeing each other for the three years the ISA enrolled its gladiatrixes. The big silver lining was that the island was fucking huge; thus it meant that once I found a supplier, I could get fucked up without getting caught by the teachers.

Anyway, I and Ichi Bitchy shared the 1-1 classroom, and it was full of weirdos. There was a girl wearing Pikachu-like pajamas, some samurai-looking bitch who I didn't know if she wanted to kill Ichika or jump his bones, and a Brit blonde ho who looked like a refugee from Candy Candy. That's without counting our teacher, Miss Yamada, who was a genuine green-haired dork with a massive track of lands, who was telling all of us to present ourselves to the rest of the class.

It was clear that our teacher was both a newbie and in dire need of getting laid.

The blonde, of course, carried herself like she was an especial envoy from the Queen herself; Pikachu barely stood up as she presented herself, and eventually it was my turn. I stood tall and looked my classmates in the eyes to dispel any bullshit about me.

"Hi, I'm Nicole Lovelock, IS Cadet Candidate of the USA. Frankly, I don't give a fuck about doing half-naked gladiator matches, but it was this or living with my fat pedophile brother and the bitch-whore of my mother for three more years, so here I am."

Needless to say, none of the students had anything to say. The teachers, on the other hand…

SMACK!

"OW! WHAT THE FUCK?!" I got my head pounded with a book!

"Language!" Someone who wasn't Green Gal shouted.

SMACK!

"What the shit?!"

SMACK!

"What the heck?!"

"Good enough." The big black-haired bitch finally left me be. "Now go to your seat. I hope the rest of your idiots know how to keep their mouths clean."
Suddenly, most of the classroom went screaming in delight, revealing the identity of the bitch who smacked me.

"KYAAAAAAAA! IT'S REALLY CHIFUYU-SAMA!"

"OH MY GOSH! I CAME…" Wait, what? "… ALL THE WAY FROM KITAYUSHU TO SEE YOU!"

"I'm so happy you will teach me, Chifuyu-sama~."

"I WILL DIE FOR YOU!"

Jesus, these girls were thirsty. At least Orimura the big bitch seemed to share my distaste for her fangirls, given she called them idiots to their faces. Anyway, the reason the first Brunhilde was here was because she and Yamada would spend the first semester teaching us the basics of IS combat and engineering, followed by kinesthetic training (read: don't drop your ass).

I think for most of my classmates, they were imagining Chifuyu smacking their butts for talking dirty to her instead of paying attention.

Now it was the turn of Orimura, the little bitch, to present himself.

"Hm… Well, I'm Orimura Ichika. It's nice to meet you all." There was a pause in the air. "That's all."

Everyone was murmuring if this was him trying to sound mysterious or if it was because he was being a dumbass.

"What the hell was that?!" His sister was of the latter opinion.

SMACK

He deserved that. Anyway, it was Samurai Bitch's turn.

"Hello, I am Shinonono Houki. I came here of my own will; I am ranked 2-dan in Kendo, and I aim to advance my rank next year. I also seek to improve my craft with the help of the Infinite Stratos, no matter how long it takes or the difficulties on my way. I'll be in your care and you on mine."

The girls clapped at Kendo girl, but something caught my attention. I checked my phone, and indeed, she was the sister of the lunatic who created the IS in the first place. I knew what to do.

"Shinonono? Shouldn't that be Shinonono-hime here?" I raised my hand.

"Eh…? Why?" Pikachu girl asked.

"Given that her sister is the current Master of all humanity, I'm sure that makes Kendo Girl her heir by default."

I could tell there was already steam coming out from her ears, and it wasn't because Orimura the Minor paid her a compliment. It was clear she had family issues back home.

"If you say anything more about me and that psycho," She glared at me. "I'll skewer you with my own shinai!"

"Guess I'm gonna die before Bitch Boy skewers you with his." The classmates either giggled or gasped in horror. The samurai bitch instead looked like she decided that right here, right now, I had to die.

SMACK

SMACK

Only for Orimura, the mayor was already smacking the killing intent away from both of us.

"If you two have an issue, then solve it in the arena." She said, then glared the rest into submission. "Now, can we please finish the presentation?"

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The first class was simply the ABC of the Infinite Stratos for dummies, nothing I wasn't aware of thanks to those three fucking months in the Pentagon. Anyway, I noticed Shinonono was doing some gestures to Ichika to follow her, and so apparently a quarter of the school noticed too, given there was a horde of gossiping girls doing their best to stalk the pair talking on the rooftops.

"Oh right, I heard that you won the National Kendo Competition last year. Congratulations." Dude spoke. It was clear they knew each other long ago; otherwise, she wouldn't have blushed like a tomato for such a lame line.

"Oh my gosh, this is so romantic." Said some ho as we saw Princess asking how the hell Bitch Boy knew about her wood katana antics.

"Awww, he recognized her for her hair." Another bitch moaned.

"Oh my, they are childhood friends."

"Don't they always lose in romantic manga?"

"This is real life, bitch."

This was getting boring, so I pulled out my best Innocent Girl voice and acted like a drama queen. "Oh my gosh, just have sex already, you two!"

Princess immediately realized she was being watched, and check this, she pulled out a katana and jumped screaming, ready to make salami out of all the girls present.

"Houki, wait…!" But it was too late; she was already pursuing the onlookers who ran for dear life, while Bitch Boy followed her too. I stood behind and only decided to join once it was clear they wouldn't identify me.

Chapter 2: Can I Play With Madness?

By the next class, I could tell Kendo Princess failed to kill any of the classmates, given she wasn't expelled. I did take some satisfaction at seeing her with a black eye, courtesy of the IS inspectors. Thanks for the heads up, bitch. She also seemed to be trying to get away from the looks from everyone else, especially from Ichika.

Anyway, now it was time to talk about the legal issues regarding the use of IS machines, which meant I couldn't use my own freely even if I graduated from this nuthouse, followed by the technical basics of the IS. The problem with the latter was that you were expected to have already read the big-ass book about the robots themselves before entering, something both I and Ichika learned with more book smacks to our heads and an order to memorize it the next week or else...

Anyway, Ms. Yamada offered herself to personally tutor Ichika so he doesn't get behind—cool teacher stuff. Although…

"Yes. Then, I'll leave it to sensei after school." The newbie teacher was blushing at Lil' Orimura's acceptance.

"After-after school… a teacher together with a student, two people alone after school… Ah! No, no, Orimura-kun. Sensei will be very weak when she's forced… and this is my first time with a guy…" Wait, is the teacher horny for Ichika too? "How—However, if it's Orimura-sensei's younger brother, then…"

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Anyway, leaving behind that apparently Ms. Yamada is a pedophile, at the end of the day we were informed by the Brunhilde that in two weeks we had to choose a Class Representative, who would be representing us in the Interclass Tournament(s) and act as president of the class. And lo and behold, almost all the girls nominated Ichika on the grounds of being a 'cute boy.'

"I DO NOT APPROVE OF THIS!" The blonde Brit wasn't amused. "This type of selection is unacceptable!"

"That's democracy for you. Oh wait, you're a Redcoat. Never mind." I muttered, but the posh girl pushed on.

"It would be shameful to have a boy as our Class Representative!" Hey, he may be good piloting that thing, not. "You can't possibly expect that I, Cecilia Alcott, to live up with that sort of humiliation for an entire year!"

"What a whiny brat." I muttered louder, but she was still ranting. How much of an insufferable bitch Alcott was if I wanted to punch her face despite agreeing with her?!

"In terms of ability, it's obvious that I should be the class representative. But it'll be troubling if some rare Far East monkey is to be chosen because he is a rare breed!" Okay, what the fuck? Who sent KKK Thatcher here? "I came to this island country to nurture my IS skills, not to become part of some circus act!"
Blah, blah, blah. Alcott just seemed to be going on with her rant; the only reason I didn't fall asleep was that I suspect Ms. Orimura was looking for an excuse to smack any poor bitch who didn't pay attention, given this was Alcott offering herself as a candidate as classroom president after all.

"…Not only that, I have defeated an instructor during the entrance exam. Making me an elite among the elite!" And now you gave phantom pains from the psycho I had as an instructor. Thanks a lot, you bitch.

"I defeated an instructor too." Ichika finally replies, and I have to admit that was one hell of a way to blow her winds away.

"Come again? Did I hear that right? You defeated an instructor too?" Her 'WTF' face was worth the wasted minutes in this nonsense. "B-but, I heard that I was the only one."

"They might have meant you're the only female." Or that British intelligence sucks. "Besides, your country doesn't have many things to brag about. How many years has it been now that England has won the World's Worst Cuisine Award?" Okay, that was a good one, Ichika. Although I'm surprised the both of you forgot Gordon Ramsay exists.

"THIS CALLS FOR A DUEL!" See?

Anyway, first day and people were calling for blood in the ISA-approved ways. Isn't that right, Shinomnomnom?

I tried to doze off the banter between Lil' Orimura and Lady Di away. Apparently you could duel others either on foot or on IS, given that even other Cadet Candidates didn't get theirs ready to fight before the first two weeks.

Yeah… I'm sticking with my IS for those.

"And if you ever lose to me on purpose, I promise you to make you my servant. No, I shall make you my slave!"

"Is that even legal here?" I asked, but nobody paid attention. There was some back and forth I didn't care to pay attention to until…

"No, I'm asking how much of a handicap I should give you." Dude, couldn't you figure out a humiliating condition for her if you did win?

Anyway, the duel was settled for next Monday at Arena 3. It was clear we would get either a limp dick or a classist bitch as our president for the rest of the year at least. I checked the manual if classroom coups were legal here, just in case.

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Finally, this fucking day was over.

While most students received their keys for their new rooms around lunchtime (the latter actually being decent compared with America's average school lunch), some bureaucratic cock-up ensured that I had to wait until almost night to get my own room. I was told that everyone had a roommate minimum, even Ichika, until they build a male-appropriate room and no other male IS pilot reveals himself.

"Room 709. I can finally relax…" I ungraciously opened the door. "Oh for fuck's sake!"

"What are you doing here?!" I was greeted by Cecilia Alcott, with her entire rich bitch shit taking over the entire apartment!

"I should be asking you why the fuck you have a big bed over there!" I asked, pointing at the mammoth-sized bed at the center. "Aren't you supposed to have a roommate like everyone else?"

"Well, I wasn't told I would be sharing a room with an insufferable peon like yourself."

"Hey, I'm the USA Cadet Candidate. Which means we're on the same level in the pecking order."

"At least that male primate commoner defeated his instructor like I did, even if it was a fluke." Lady Di replies. "So unless you also defeated yours, then it's clear where our stations lie."

"What I did to end here is none of your fucking business." Yeah, did she manage to get a terrorist and her own dad to kill themselves? I don't think so. "So, would you kindly put that waste of bed sheets away and bring back my own fucking bed?"

"I think not." Alcott smirked. "Have a fun night, Septic peasant."

Oh, this bitch is going down.

I had to unpack my things next to the only available couch, which would be my bed for the foreseeable future. Given I have a snob cunt next to me, I can't even get high without her snitching me as one last insult. There was music, but Alcott was probably the type of rich bitch who thought The Beatles were music for hooligans and hobos.

So there I was, trying to get some sleep, hearing from the other rooms either gossiping hens, bitchy gamers, lesbian sex, and/or the IS boy turning into a whipping boy.

"Houki, it was an accident…!"

SMACK

What an awful start to the year, ladies and the only "gentleman."

Chapter 3: I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles

First thought of the day: couches are shit beds. No wonder it is the favorite punishment of most wives everywhere for their deadbeat husbands.

Second thought of the day: Cold turkey sucks; I needed to find a place for a quick smoke if I wanted to function normally.

Third thought of the day: Cecilia Alcott is a cunt, and I must find a way to get rid of her so I can have a normal bed (minimum) for the rest of the year.

Fourth thought of the day: FUCK! First class is in 30 minutes!

Normally I would have tried to skip class like sometimes I did back in America, but watching a video of Shinonono getting the shit kicked out of her by the IS instructors last night and the gaze of Big Orimura pierced in my skull made me think I better act as the ideal student… at least in the 'no skipping class' part. I'm sure there will be a time and place where I can skip in this big fuck-off island.

Anyway, I had to take a quick bath, put on my uniform, get a snack for breakfast, and run as far as I could before the teachers whipped my ass again.

"You were almost late, Lovelock." Ms. Orimura said just as I almost landed into the door.

"But I did arrive in time." I panted.

"True. Now go to your seat." Around ten seconds after me, Ichika stumbled his way to the door, just as scared of his big sis as any sane person here should be.

Brunhilde wasn't amused. "Even Lovelock remembered to arrive in time; what's your excuse?"

"Well…"

SMACK!

Sucks to be you, Ichi boy.

Sadly, whatever joy I could have enjoyed was soured by the giggles coming from the Brit bitch I was sharing a room with. "Oh, how could a feeble boy stand a chance against me if he can't even arrive in time?"

"At least I didn't make a fortune robbing from the rest of the world." And Lil' Orimura suddenly regained his balls. I had to take advantage of this.

"Well, if everyone returned the stuff they stole before, then nobody would visit the British Museum. Not that there's much worth seeing there anyways."

"You…!"

"Knock it off, you three!" We were interrupted by Ms. Orimura. "Alcott, Orimura. You two already have a duel planned. Temper yourselves until then. Lovelock, whatever issues you have with Alcott, it can wait until you have a turn to challenge her."

"Sure, by then my back will be broken by the jewelry of the zombie Queen made by abused Indians and molested Africa…"

SMACK!

"OW!"

"Am I clear?"

"Yes, sensei…" I gritted my teeth. One of these days this bitch…

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The morning classes finished without major incidents (read, less than five smacks directed to anyone who wasn't Ichika). There was a lesson about how (officially) there were only 467 IS machines available worldwide, partially because Dr. Evil Bunny didn't want to do more. Thus, the corporations and the main nations had their own pilots with their own personal IS, me and the Blonde Bitch included. Lil' Ichi would be made an exception as he was getting his own custom IS, mostly because that was the most ethical way to uncover how males could use IS suits too.

Anyway, I decided that lunchtime was a good time to find a place I could finally find a smoke. It's a big island; there must be some blind spots to slip by, right?

WRONG!

The entire fucking island was either patrolled by IS instructors, goonies of the Student Council and/or unmanned drones probably piloted by bored pedos jacking off in the mainland. There wasn't any place available among those the students were allowed to enter, and I was still testing the waters here, with so many potential school shooters around here.

Spoiler alert: I later entered an illegal place before the next Monday.

The only good things about this first trip were that a) I now had a general mental map of the entire ISA island and its shortcuts, and b) it turns out bathrooms were still havens if you wanted to skip classes and have some smoke in peace.

"Hey girls, what are you doing~" So long as the local blue-haired, red-eyed bitch didn't catch you in flagrante.

The girl must've been a big deal, given that the delinquents who were smoking ran as far as they did. Leaving me behind with Anime Stereotype number 2.

"Who the fuck are you again?" I said, cigarette at my mouth.

"Oh, where are my manners?" The arrogant blue-haired bitch said. "I am Sarashiki Tatenashi, Cadet Candidate of the Russian Federation, which in theory makes us enemies."

"Given the kid diddler I have as POTUS now, I highly doubt it." I reply.

"I am still waiting for your name."

"Names are for friends, so you won't get shit." I say to her.

"So the rumors about your crassness are true, aren't they, Nicole Lovelock?" The Blue-haired bitch says. "Or should I say, the 'Xbox Killer' ~?"

"What the fuck?" I spilled it out.

"Oh, I know Americans are too brazen for their own good, but stealing an IS from a terrorist agent? I would congratulate you if I didn't know it was all a fluke." She makes the anime pose of pondering something. "But what bugs me is why would they use the same terrorist suit and claim it as their own?"

"Not. Saying. Shit." I grit my teeth, preparing to activate my IS, consequences be damned.

RIIIIIIIIIIING!

"Well, time for me to go. I must prepare to become the new President of the Student Council. I will be seeing you~" She takes away my cigarette and leaves the bathroom. It takes me a while before I leave too.

As I ran my ass forward to the classroom again, two things were thought about this.

One: There must be some weird shit in Japan's water lately, for so many people appear with weird hair colors in the ISA. That, or there must be a very popular store in the city where the monorail is, where they sell hundreds of hair dyes.

Two: Tatenashi was a dangerous bitch, and she was going to be an important hazard I had to avoid or get rid of if I wanted to survive in this madhouse.

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The days passed, and people were taking sides on the incoming duel for the 1-1 class president. Most were rooting for Ichika either because of 'cute boy' reasons or 'Nippon Uber Alles' reasons, while those who weren't deluded retards already considered Alcott had it in the bag and were already preparing the memes to take the piss on the male half of the population.

I had to find a way to make sure not only Alcott would lose the battle, but also that she gets fucked up so badly I will have the room for myself, with enough time to do some serious "redecoration."

There's a pawn shop back in the city, like the one from the History Channel, which I could use.

Anyway, I kept my ears open about what both sides were doing about it. First, there were rumors that Kendo Princess pretty much cockblocked any attempt from the other girls to get some "training session" with Lil' Orimura, which meant I had to go to either their room or the Kendo Club if I wanted to meet them.

A Japanese school has a Japanese sport club; what a shock.

There were also talks that Alcott was bringing some personal engineers to ensure her Blue Tears do not suffer some inconvenience before or during the duel against Orimura the Lesser. Apparently, the UK itself really wants to ensure that Lady Di gives Orimura the ass-kicking of the century, due to some dumb political bullshit I didn't care about.

Should I go to support the Jap kids, or should I find a way to fuck up Alcott where she least expects it?

Fuck it, I'll do both.