Princess Fischl

Chapter 34

The next day, you could see our three first-year students plus Oz on my shoulder sitting sullenly on the steps in front of the classroom entrance, waiting for classes to start.

- He shouted about a long life, but he himself just went and died. - Kugisaki said to her, pretending as if she didn't care, and then turning to Megumi, she asked. - Is this your first time seeing a partner die?

- My peer, for the first time. - Fushiguro answered in a muffled voice.

- I see, and you look okay.

- And you're the same. - Megumi answered without changing his tone.

- Tch. How could it be otherwise? I've known him for two weeks. I'm not the type to cry over a guy I barely know... Damn. - Nobara answered, trying hard to pretend that she didn't care, but a second later her mask cracked and looking at her face, you could see that she was barely holding back tears.

I'm honestly glad they didn't drag me into this awkward conversation, especially since I'm still in limbo on this topic, unlike them, and I'm not sure Itadori died.

"It's hot," Fushiguro changed the subject.

"Exactly," the girl immediately seized on it. "Where's our summer uniform?"

After a few more seconds of oppressive silence, the loud click of heels was heard. Maki Zenin appeared before us. She is a young woman of tall, athletic build, with small golden eyes and long dark green hair pulled back into a short ponytail. She also has bangs above her forehead with smaller strands framing her cheeks, and she wears a pair of glasses that allow her to see curses. She was dressed in a traditional female uniform with a magic college skirt, except that she had black leggings and shoes on her feet.

"Look at this. - the girl attracted our attention before continuing. - You look even gloomier than usual Megumi. Like at a wake.

- Zenin you... - Fushiguro began with a neutral face, but he was interrupted.

- Don't call me by my last name... - the girl who hated her clan began to express indignation, but she was also interrupted.

- Maki, Maki. - the huge panda comically hiding behind the statue called out to the girl.

- I'm busy. - Maki immediately turned her face to him and answered.

- Y-you, don't you know why they're down?

- What are you talking about?

- Someone died yesterday, one of the first-year students. - Panda tensely enlightened the girl who had already begun to turn around to face us.

- Dried tuna. - the blond guy with purple eyes who looked out after the panda also confirmed.

At these words, Maki turned to her classmates like a poorly oiled machine and said. "Should I have told you earlier?" After which she screamed, getting angry. "Now I look like a heartless demon in front of them!"

"That's exactly what you are." Panda was quick to answer.

"Salted caviar." The guy also confirmed.

"Who are these?" Nobara asked, pointing her finger at the newcomers who were arguing. Although, to be more precise, Maki was arguing, and the others were calmly answering.

"Our second-year students." I answered before Fushiguro could, and then asked him. "Will you tell Megumi about them?"

"Okay. Zenin, for example, is the best at using cursed tools. Inumaki Toge is a spellcaster, he only says the ingredients of onigiri, and this is Panda. And then there's Okkotsu Yuta, the only one I openly respect, but he's abroad. - Having briefly told about all the second-year students, Megumi rose from the steps.

- You don't want to say anything else about the panda? - Nobara asked, watching how a real panda, standing on its hind legs, communicated like a person. However, she still didn't receive an answer to her question. Meanwhile, the second-year students gathered in front of us.

- Excuse me, you are in mourning. - Panda began to speak, before bowing and repeating again, but louder. - Excuse us!

- We came to invite you to an exchange program with the Kyoto School. - Panda finally stated the purpose of their arrival.

- An exchange program with the Kyoto School? - Nobara asked in bewilderment, and then added. - What is this?

- A meeting with another college from Kyoto.

- You can count on me. - I immediately hastened to agree, not waiting for Megumi to express her doubts.

- And you?

- Special level mage Emi from the Gojo clan. I'd be happy to work with you, senpai.

- Excellent. - Maki answered with a smile, until the meaning of my words reached her. - Wait, special level, where are so many of you from?! Only last year Okkotsu appeared, and this year you already?! And what kind of gibberish is chasing you too?

- No, I, like Gojo-sensei, have "six eyes", only at the same time I can copy any cursed techniques of others, for example, I have already learned Satoru Gojo's techniques.

- Wait. Did you two already know all this? - Only now Maki realized that her partners did not react to such statements, and turning around, she only saw the guys looking away, and Panda was whistling.

- This is all interesting, but what are we supposed to do there? Play games? - Kugisaki asked with slight disdain, and then added. - I won't lose to anyone on the Wii console. I'll hit you so hard you won't come back to life!

- Then we'll play three on three. - Panda answered with a calm face before starting to explain.

- The directors of Tokyo and Kyoto schools are coming to the meeting. In two allotted days, they decide on the type of competition that lasts one day. But only on paper. - Panda said, spreading his paws at the end.

- Usually on the first day there are team battles, on the second, individual ones.

- Salmon. - Inumaki confirmed Panda's words.

- Individual and team battles... Fight?! With other magicians?! - Nobara exclaimed.

- Yes. - Maki answered with a satisfied smile. - Magic battles, where everything is allowed except murder.

- We'll train you well so that you don't die. - Panda said, while as if for clarity, he began to practice punching the air with his fist.

- Well, do you agree? After all, you lost your partner. - Maki asked my classmates.

- Yes. - Megumi and Nobara answered full of determination, and then said in unison. - I will become stronger. I will do it at any cost!

- What pathos! - I decided to slightly spoil the overly pathos atmosphere that had arisen.