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The Divine Institute stood tall — ancient pillars fused with cutting-edge tech, a place where talented students gathered to become heroes and hunters.
"This place hasn't changed one bit," Saya muttered, hands in her pockets. "Still smells like melted who-knows-what and overpriced incense."
"Be nice," Akari sighed. "We have to greet the dean first. It's proper etiquette."
Saya's eyebrow twitched and she groaned dramatically, dragging her feet as they made their way to the head office.
....
A man dressed in black was already sweating before they even knocked.
His identity? Dean Yamato. He was fat, and his robes barely contained his belly.
He was 45 years old and considered the youngest dean in history. He'd received a call 15 minutes ago that Akari Hartville would be bringing someone over... someone problematic.
Knowing full well about Saya's status and her relationship with the institute in the past, he couldn't help but be nervous.
Saya once attended this institute 700,000 years ago, and the one showing her around back then had been Akari.
His great-great-great-great… well, ancient grandfather of 700,000 years ago, was killed by the devil herself — Saya Amao.
Back then, she went by the name Yui and was under the care of Akari Hartville.
In an institute full of prodigies, there were bound to be fights.
Some idiot student from a noble family had started bullying Saya.
In response, the cold-hearted and detached Saya — also known as Yui — broke that student's arm.
But that only made things worse. That student was the nephew of a strict and cold instructor.
He used Saya as an example multiple times and ridiculed her in front of the class.
That student's friends also ganged up on Saya, especially the females, driven by jealousy over Saya's abnormal good looks.
The worst part? Saya's expression never changed. Not once. As if she were looking at a group of monkeys.
Then came the day they got Saya's attention.
She killed every single student who bullied her. Then she killed the instructor.
She brutally tortured that noble student in front of the entire school grounds for all to see — then killed him too.
Multiple instructors tried to stop her, only to either survive with terrible wounds or meet the Yama King in hell.
The dean had intervened, begging Saya to spare the academy. He would take full responsibility.
Saya agreed — and killed that dean, ending things there.
Akari, learning about the massacre, was shocked. One day of missing school to train with her father, and everything had gone to hell.
She'd known Saya was being bullied and tried to stop it multiple times. Sadly, no one listened. And now... they were all dead.
Saya left the academy that day and didn't return for 200,000 years.
They met again — but this time, as enemies. Saya went on a rampage, killing millions. And so the fight began. In the end, they both died.
Because of that incident 700,000 years ago, Saya couldn't attend the academy anymore. Not even after countless generations.
Dean Yamato was truly afraid. Despite being a powerhouse, the Holy Saints and Wardens had an insane lifespan, almost near immortality.
To Saints and Wardens, he was a child. No — maybe not even born yet, in their eyes.
That's how long their history stretched compared to his.
Click.
The door clicked open and Akari walked in with a sigh. Saya smiled softly the moment she saw the dean.
"Hey. I've come to apply as a transfer student."
Akari raised an eyebrow. "Eh? Wait — transfer student? From what academy?"
The dean fainted.
For about two seconds.
"Who cares where from? Don't protagonists normally become transfer students out of nowhere?" Saya said as if it were common knowledge.
"E-Enroll!? You can't be serious! You've already —! You're forbidden after what you did 700,000 years ago!"
"It's just killing a few noble kids and an instructor though... Besides, we're in the modern era now. Everything that happened in the fantasy world should be left in that world. I'm very innocent and a dedicated student," Saya said, shrugging her shoulders and clearly acting like a victim — like a good child.
"Saya, this isn't helping," Akari sighed.
Dean Yamato clenched his fists, trembling. "The enrollment period is over! Don't pretend like that massacre 700,000 years ago has nothing to do with you!"
"It's been 700,000 years, right? Everyone who knows about that incident is already dead. After that long, no one would even remember… So what if I killed a few people? I already warned them countless times not to mess with me," Saya replied, her gaze turning icy as she glared at the dean.
The dean gulped, gathering all his strength. "You… you can't! The council put you on the Eternal Do-Not-Admit List!"
Seeing Miss Akari so close, the dean decided to show some bravery.
There was no way the Goddess of Light would just stand there if Saya tried to kill him... right?
Saya's icy expression instantly melted into a soft and warm pout.
"But I wanna learn things too, you know? I have aspirations. Dreams."
Akari was rubbing both of their hands together, calming Saya down from her angered state — and it worked wonders.
The dean was stunned to see her personality shift from "I'll kill you" to that of the warm neighborhood good girl.
He shook his head violently. "Absolutely not! No! I swore on my grandmother's enchanted cane you'd never be allowed in a classroom as a student again!"
Saya narrowed her eyes.
The temperature dropped again by five degrees.
"Fine then," she said coldly.
The dean gulped.
"I'll just become… a teacher."
Akari's eyes widened. "W-Wait, what?!"
The dean choked on his own spit. "T-Teacher!?"
"Yes. I have the qualifications," Saya said casually, flipping open a folded résumé she totally didn't write five minutes ago using her blood and aura.
"I've killed and saved so many lifeforms, studied universal constants, and have first-hand experience with trauma and planetary genocide. I'd say I'm qualified to teach those brats how to survive."
Akari almost couldn't hold back her laughter. Saya was shameless and evil.
Yamato looked like he aged 10 years in 10 seconds. But seeing no way to refuse — and fearing the school wouldn't survive a tantrum — he signed.
"O-Okay… Temporary instructor. Trial basis only — please, no killing anyone this time."
"No promises."
With that, Saya and Akari left the head office and headed straight for Class 1A — Akari's class.
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