It was a morning in which the sun shone brightly. It's a good sign on a day like this.

While getting off the bus, they could see their next transportation waiting for you at the dock.

It was a modest yacht, at least, as modest as a yacht can be. But the most peculiar thing is that it doesn't have a captain. Instead, it's driven by an AI. Or so they told them.

A few days ago, a lottery was held at the UA, in which one of the classes would receive vacation to a private island. You turned out to be the lucky class that would spend an indeterminate amount of time on the island. Everything would be paid for, they would have a short boat trip - after a slightly longer school bus ride - and they would spend their stay in a luxury hotel.

This hotel was the reason for this lottery. The hotel was recently opened, and they planned to organize a party to celebrate this event, to which one of the classes would be invited. Not the whole school, because people without luck have to study to become something in the future.

In addition to the hotel, the island is home to various laboratories and several facilities related to heroism. It also contains an orphanage.

"I hope you've considered my proposal to include a bar in this thing."

It would be time to introduce the man with the eye patch who was coming along with you.

His name is Yukiko Murata, and along with teacher Japako, he is in charge of class 2-C.

There are many opinions about his attitude and work, most of them extremely divisive. Sometimes he could go from being a teacher to being a slightly worse teacher.

By the way, the patch isn't because he's missing an eye, they made a purple eye during a training session with first years and he doesn't want people to see it.

"What a catharsis. Finally I managed to escape from that damned place, even if just for a few days... But what really matters is that we're still together..."

Yukiko Murata checks his yukata, seeming to be looking for something. It's a bottle of whisky. He took a sip.

"Ahhh... I can't imagine life without you..." He commented while making puppy eyes at the whisky.

After another sip, he turned to look at you.

"Alright, form a line and get on one by one. Don't touch anything that might cost us money, remember that it's your parents who will pay for it. And if you feel like going to the bathroom, don't do it by the edge, use the bathroom. In this case, your descendants might pay for your mistakes."

https://youtu.be/xaWFc4TvoRE▾
>The sun rose over Japan, marking the arrival of a new day, a new adventure to discover, a new experience to be had.
>UA, the most prestigious hero school in the Land of the Rising Sun and one of the best worldwide, had a high rate of foreign students. It was also known for the scandals its esteemed and valuable students often got involved in. Villain attacks or minor vigilante outings were daily occurrences in the reputation of this prestigious academy, which never failed to shine because of such things—speaking volumes about its greatness.
>No matter the class, there would always be some peculiar student who ended up catching attention—be it their curious personality or perhaps their unique quirk.
>It wasn't hard to classify UA's heroic course students as little celebrities. Once they stepped into the public eye or got caught up in some incident—even if it only involved one of them—it was only a matter of time before the rest of their class gained a reputation of their own, good or bad. With globally televised major events like UA's Sports Festival, fame and attention, no matter how small, seemed destined for these fortunate individuals who had managed to pass through the gates of that esteemed institution.
>...But the truth was, that wasn't entirely accurate. Somewhere, in the most hidden corner of UA, there was a certain particular class, a class not often spoken of, not so widely recognized—a class whose students had their own dreams and goals like any other, and naturally, their own stories to tell the world.
>...
https://youtu.be/RAzCsKkIP_Q▾>The day had started like any other. Everyone woke up and headed to their classroom. Attendance was taken, the same routine as always. But just as training or an ordinary class—history or math—was about to begin, they were informed it was time: they should stand up and take their luggage, because today was no ordinary day—today they were going on vacation.
>...
>Who would've thought a group with practically no recognition could end up winning a trip to a tropical island, purely by luck? What were the odds? It was still hard to process... traveling and staying for a few days as the first guests of a luxury hotel, located in the same place as a cluster of government offices, research laboratories, and even an orphanage—was at the very least, a curious anecdote to tell.
>What had been a quick bus ride after leaving UA's grounds brought them to a new environment. When the bus stopped and they were told to get off.
(https://youtu.be/v4foXqxzpFY▾ )
>The sound and scent of the sea breeze hit them with enthusiasm, joyfully welcoming them to this new adventure. The sun was at its highest point, partially covered by a few clouds. The temperature was ideal for a dip if anyone wished. The atmosphere was enriched by the sound of the waves and seagulls, a great change of scenery from the, albeit beautiful and clean, monotonous hero school.
>A breath of fresh air in every sense of the word. Slowly they began to disembark the bus, their teachers following behind you.

"Ooh, how exciting, it's a beautiful day, don't you think guys?" A female figure with pale, somewhat scaly skin disembarked from the bus, with a group of six snakes emerging from various parts of her head. One of their two teachers, the hero Gorgon Weevil, Japako Shirasaki, someone who opted to become a teacher after not having the best performance in the field.

>The teacher was quite spirited, already wearing a hat and sunglasses, along with tropical attire suitable for the place they were heading to.
>She stepped forward and cleared her throat a bit.

"Alright, you already know where we're going, so I don't think I need to explain it again. This little trip is for us to relax and enjoy, so try to behave. Masayoshi Island is a very prestigious place as it hosts the public safety commission's headquarters on its grounds." The gorgon paused and swallowed, her gaze becoming more nervous, and you could see her starting to sweat. This was the more usual teacher, the one who carried insecurity about herself and her authority. "S-so try not to get into trouble, o-okay? We don't want Principal Nagiri to get mad at us..." The snakes residing on her head turned backward, causing their owner to follow suit and turn her head as well.

>An expression of relief flooded her face, as if she had just remembered something she had forgotten.

"Well, no time to waste," the teacher moved aside and pointed with her arms to what was behind her: a yacht. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it was still a small luxury for some. "Go on board, there's plenty of space for everyone. Anything to add, Yukiko-san? >>1497" The snake teacher looked at her companion, and instantly a bead of sweat began to trickle down her face. With a sigh, she stepped aside to let them board.

>The yacht's ladder descended to the dock, allowing them to board the aforementioned maritime vehicle. The deck was clean and impeccable, featuring a few comfortable-looking seats, along with entrances to the cabin or interior to take shelter from the environmental conditions. There was plenty of space; after all, it was all for them.

"B-be careful, okay? We don't want anyone falling overboard. T-that's all, you can have fun."

>With the teachers' warnings given, they were officially free. It was time to enjoy the trip before reaching their destination.

>>19136
Negishi Chieko
 
>I'm walking with my hands hidden in my pants, I'm surprised that we were the champions of this place, literally we are the class that I see the least hope in throughout the entire U.A, I suppose it was really a lottery and nothing was rigged, well, that's what I suppose.

>When I get off the bus I follow the other classmates until we are in front of the teacher, and besides that I can hear what Professor Shirasaki >>19140 says, she is really our true teacher, or I suppose that's the popular belief in this classroom.

>I raise my hand slightly, during all this time that I was on the bus I knew we were going to an elite tourist center, so I prepared for this moment.

"Sensei, will you let me go to the supposed bar? I made my body advance and take the form it will have when I am 21 years old, so technically and physiologically I am an adult, what do you have to say about that?"

>She says crossing her arms seriously, but quickly her cheeks turn red at the mention of going to the bathroom, how perverted the teacher is, this is what happens because there are so many girls in this place, there isn't even a handsome boy...

>She laughs out loud at what she says about falling off the edge.

"Professor! Don't worry, I will transform into a mermaid and save the stupid one who falls, but the best thing would be if no one falls, especially in these seas, I've heard there are giant crabs."

>She says as if she has a huge crab in her hand, obviously to scare her classmates, Chieko is a Sukeban, an incredibly innocent Sukeban.

"Hey, do you have sunscreen? I brought some, you should put some on since we'll be in the full sun, I brought it for you, it's not like I care or anything like that, but I can make melanin instead of being dark be white, technically I am a white black at this exact moment, so I don't need sunscreen."

>She says rummaging through her bag and pulling out sunscreen with an absolute ego smile, Chieko considers her classmates owe her something after saving them from sunburns, perfect for later to bribe them with that.

Shiranui Iwamaru:
... There was a certain relief on Iwamaru's face upon learning that there would be no classes tomorrow. It was logical, after all, Iwamaru was not a student who excelled in class; his academic grades were terrible, as was his behavior. The boy barely knew anything, but it was thanks to some topic related to his Quirk.

As soon as he received the message, the boy packed his bags to store what was necessary for this trip to the Sea: some shorts, a couple of pairs of socks, and some cream or deodorant to protect himself from the sun.
The redhead didn't question why his class was experiencing this curious paradisiacal trip; on the contrary, he simply thought it was a matter of luck... If there were ever problems, since anything could happen, Iwamaru wouldn't hesitate to use his two fists to resolve things... It was the best he could contribute if the dream trip ended badly in some way or another.
...
He walked towards the school, and as usual, the boy just took a Sony pair of headphones out of his backpack to listen to his music at ease. He had no interest in paying attention to his classmates, nor to his teacher, so for most of the trip, it wasn't heard that Iwamaru was bothering others.
... The coast came into view of the bus, which would immediately cause the redhead's eyes to move closer to the window to look closely at the coastal buildings in the area. And as if only a few seconds had passed, the vehicle had already finished at the bay; it was just a matter of walking to the dock/mooring where the yacht that would take us to the Island where the luxury hotel was supposedly located would be.
Iwamaru's feet walked towards the outside of the vehicle to follow the others. It was time to get on the boat and get distracted by the scenery of the sea waves. Instantly, upon stepping on the sand, the sandstone began to get on the redhead's feet; only a little sand got on his feet, and it wasn't even difficult to guess what was happening... Iwamaru was collecting a small amount of sand to use at some point during the trip.
Jopako's words were not heard by the redhead, who was mesmerized by the sensation and beach scenery of being on the coasts of Japan; in fact, he had noticed a few seconds late that the teacher was asking them not to get into trouble... This almost immediately made Iwamaru frown.
He had nothing against the Japanese sensei, but he almost, not to say he felt quite offended by those words... It was likely that message was directed at him, more than anything so that the redhead wouldn't do anything stupid or foolish that would cost the others while they were on Masayoshi Island, but the boy didn't blame them, he was aware of what he was and what he occasionally did, it was normal to think that way because of the behavior that Iwamaru coincidentally shows in class and outside the Institution.
With his left hand he rubs the back of his neck while making a grimace that reveals one of his fangs, he was a little embarrassed, the young man from his head was quite willing to keep his composure, just for this occasion for this trip, as it will probably be the first of several that may come in the not-so-distant future.

"No need to worry, sensei" He tried to be in a firmer posture. Therefore, he lowered his arm which he was using to rub his face out of secondhand embarrassment he was experiencing at that moment "No way I'll let anyone ruin this trip. I'm a bit tired of always being in that classroom, I don't intend to ruin this trip either, I want to enjoy it to the fullest"

He tried to convince the teacher that for this occasion he would control himself. From then on, he paid little attention to what the other teacher had to say, he was just a teacher trapped by his own vices, in this case alcohol, he didn't judge him, but no way would the boy strike up a conversation with someone who smelled of Whiskey.
...
The boy waited for everyone to board, he was the last to step onto the yacht's deck... He took a few steps to be in a safe area to look at the sea, he didn't like being in the cabin. Looking at the sea and the reflection of the sun on the water was comforting for the redhead... It would remind him of certain passages from his childhood, as it was common for his father and mother to spend weekends at the beach. In fact, it was on the same beach where he discovered his Quirk of manipulating earth particles.
Although Iwamaru would be in his own world, that didn't take away his awareness of sitting in a corner, near the stern, so the redhead would react almost immediately if some joker tried to throw him into the sea...
And without bothering anyone, Iwamaru limited himself to observing how the yacht started, causing the vehicle to move away with each step from the land and the coast where they were parked a few moments ago.

>>19136
>>19140
 
>Aliz

Getting off the bus, I saw the modest pier and the equally modest yacht—modest, that is, compared to anything my family could afford. Well, after all, the yacht was provided by the contest people.

Travel and accommodation on a private island? True, I couldn't complain. But somehow, anything like this still felt rather insignificant in comparison. Still, if my class was happy, I was happy. Maybe by year's end I could treat them to a different kind of trip—not another island, since that'd be repetitive, but I didn't need to think about that right now.

<"I hope you've considered my proposal to include a bar on this thing."

"Could you actually make proposals!? No, wait—could you help out? I think with part of my money I could provide a better yacht."

Looking at the bank account of a 16-year-old girl, you wouldn't expect much. But a 16-year-old from one of the wealthiest families in the world obviously had... a lot. Let's not get into exact figures.

Although all the teachers were pleasant to some degree, Yukiko and Japako were clearly different, and obviously, I preferred the snake over the drunk guy in a yukata.

<"Don't touch anything that could cost us money. Remember, it's your parents who'll be paying."

"No problem, I could pay for it myself, but don't tell them I'm from a rich family—I'd get charged more than the actual cost."

I didn't usually mention my family's wealth, but sometimes I'd say it almost impulsively, just so people wouldn't have to worry. It wasn't out of arrogance or to inflate my ego like my brother did. That's when I heard (>>19145) Chieko talking about transforming into a mermaid and saving anyone who fell overboard.

"No need to turn into a mermaid—now that I think about it, mermaids probably can't even swim very well. Just take the most efficient form for swimming and bring back whoever falls."

I knew no one in the class was dumb enough to fall overboard, or at least I thought so... I really hoped so. As I boarded the yacht, I heard Chieko's comment about the sun and whether anyone needed sunscreen.
I say, pointing to my backpack, from which I pull out a pot with soil. Quickly, an alocasia (a plant with very large leaves) sprouts. Its leaves were already big, but with my quirk I made it grow even larger, almost like an umbrella. But then it starts shrinking, its stem retracting back into the soil. I'd planted some seeds in there earlier, since I wasn't allowed to bring animals—so at least I brought this, something that could also be useful in case of an emergency, whether on the school bus or now on the yacht.

While leaning over the railing, gazing at the sea with the sole intention of spotting a fish, though it was unlikely any would come near given the noise from the street and my classmates.

That's when I hear (>>19184) Gaspar's comment about Chieko's prostitute work, comparing animals, and I blurt out almost without thinking, since I was already wondering:

(If she was doing so well, why didn't she just stick with that—or is she still doing it...? Do we have a prostitute in our class? I think I get why people sometimes call us weirdos.)

< "Like a wolf and a dog!"

"The difference between a wolf and a dog is that the wolf is edgier, and dogs that act most like wolves tend to be grumpy or afraid of people."

I keep staring into the sea, somewhat absorbed. Maybe it's getting a bit deep down there, maybe there's seaweed below.

< "Yeah, sure, you're amazing—given your ability, you'd be an actress or a model or something..."

"My brother made a movie where he played all the roles himself. The movie was terrible."

Turning back around, I look at Gaspar as he says:

< "I'll definitely end up as a demolition expert, since I can only destroy things."

I understood he was talking about his relationship with his brother. It was depressing when Gaspar got like this.

"I think architects are the ones who build buildings, not destroy them. Don't get depressed, Gappy. Someday you'll be able to get along with your brother again."

>>19145
>Sensei, will they let me go to the supposed bar?

"Pfft. Sure, just don't tell Japako. And don't touch the wine or the whiskey, they belong to me." A mocking grimace and his tone of voice showed sarcasm.

>I made my body advance and take the form I will have when I am 21 years old, so technically and physiologically I am of legal age, what do you have to say about that?

"That I wouldn't trust you with a mimosa. With such immature and cynical comments, I can imagine you as one of those drunks who send embarrassing text messages at 3 am or do other similar things to express their repressed emotions. Trust me, you don't want to fall into that spiral. You won't be able to escape afterwards." He took a sip of his whiskey.

>>19146
When you raise your hand, the professor looks up at you, screwing the cap on his whiskey at the same time he listened to your question.

>Can we also have some from the bar? Do you have vodka?

"Don't consume that crap, if it doesn't rot your kidneys, it will rot your brain." He answered you with visible concern. "Vodka is among the things you should never drink, along with hipster trash like Fireball. And I'll tell you something, Russians are idiots who don't know how to drink, don't fall into that trap, you can be better than that."

He put his whiskey back into his clothing.

>>19201
You were the next to speak.

>Could we suggest things!? No, no, could we help? I think with some of my money I could provide a better yacht.

"That would have been a wonderful gesture, but I don't think either the school or the commission would appreciate the financial support of a 16-year-old girl. On the other hand, if you're interested in helping your dear professor with a donation..."

>No problem, I could even pay for it myself, but don't tell them I'm the daughter of rich parents, they'll charge me more than the arrangement should cost.

"Trust me, keep making comments like that, and no one will notice."

>>19271
>>19176
>>19146
>>19145
>>19277
"You know what? Forget about the line, just get on."

--

The Yacht started as soon as it was confirmed that everyone had boarded, thus beginning their journey once and for all.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1LhC7O8wlw)1▾They had a better view of the ship once they set foot on it. The floor was covered with wooden tiles that almost reflected the sky. Around the boat there were handrails, which wouldn't necessarily prevent you from falling into the sea, but at least they would serve as a warning. There were seats surrounding the bow, as well as a sofa in the middle of the deck.

Behind that sofa was the captain's cabin. There was an entrance right next to the cabin. And above it, there was a platform with more seats, surrounded by another handrail. You could get there via stairs.
At the stern there were even more seats, and among those seats, on the floor, there was a small opening that led to more stairs. These would take you down, inside the boat.
"It's time to test the integrity of these bastards." The one-eyed man commented as he went down the stairs.
The sea waves and the chirping of seagulls created a composition that prepared them for the tropical atmosphere. The sun continued to shine on them in that beautiful clear sky, and the morning breeze gave a refreshing sensation. It was as if the universe was begging them directly, to try to relax and forget the daily worries.
"I can't believe it. They put satellite television but not a damn bar?!" We heard your professor shout from inside the boat.

It's true, they could see a DirecTV antenna above the captain's cabin.

>>19175
>After the bus trip, and getting off at the pier, about to start the vacation. You ask the teacher about what the tropical adventure would be like in more detail.

>Is there a schedule or something?

"That's a good question Gaspar-kun, we were planning to have a small tour of the hotel facilities before its inauguration, after that you will have free time to visit the rest of the facilities, it's not just a group of offices, as you've heard it also has laboratories that develop technology and even a special training building, surely there will be some hero around if anyone wants to have a little sparring."

>That was interesting information, it seemed impossible to escape the reality that UA students could beat each other up, here the difference is that it was totally optional. She continued her talk.

"It even has an orphanage where young people like you are taught to be heroes, can you believe it?" She paused, hearing your other question, the duration "We'll arrive in about an hour or two, and we'll stay there for 3 days, today, the inauguration day, and the day after tomorrow when we'll leave in the afternoon to be at UA before nightfall."

>Three days and two nights as it would be said in a more touristy language. It sounded like a usual trip.

"Hopefully we can even see the president of the security commission, it's not every day you get to see the person who guides the heroes of the entire nation." She sounded a bit excited, although a position like that sounded important, the chances of it being more than just an old man doing office work were very low. "I love going to the beach, the sun is great for someone with cold blood like me." She adjusted her hat, that fact was true, of all animals, snakes were famous for their cold blood and need for external heat sources to regulate their temperature. "I hope everyone can have fun."

>Without further ado, she stepped aside to let you board.
>...
>>19271
>Those ten whistles did not go unnoticed by the gorgon, her cheeks were soon covered in red as those snakes on her head seemed to act on their own, and moved to cover her skin, or scales rather, some showed angry expressions and others just as embarrassed as the professor herself.

"H-Hirohito!" Amidst all that embarrassment, some anger was peeking through. "I-I've already told you to stop acting like that, d-don't make me...t-tell the bus to take you back." That threat was completely empty, she was incapable of doing that.

>...
>>19200
>Once you got off the bus, you paid little to no attention to the professors and their instructions before starting the trip, mainly "don't get into trouble," something you couldn't help but feel alluded to given the reputation you had formed.
"Oh, th-thank you Iwamaru-kun, you don't have to worry, I trust there won't be any problems, you just relax"
>With nothing more to add, you waited for everyone else to board so you could be the last. And you headed to the back of the yacht, the stern
(https://youtu.be/E9NXnLlLFbI)▾>Your steps echoed on the wooden tiles that made up the floor, a few steps and you were at the back. As with the rest of the yacht, there was a handrail that served to mark the limit and possibly prevent people from falling, along with a retracted ladder, surely to allow descent and direct access to the ocean, in case someone wanted to swim or do a similar activity. Not to mention, the other pair of stairs that led inside the boat, and which Professor Murata had gone down
>...
>The view of the sun's reflection on the sea was accompanied by the turbulence in the water generated by the yacht's engine. The noise it generated was minimal, not imperceptible, but it certainly made it easier to appreciate the surrounding nature, the breeze that ruffled your hair, the sound of seagulls flying in the sky, and the occasional fish jumping out of the water; it almost looked like scenes that could be used in a documentary, it was beautiful
>>19268
>You boarded the yacht like the others, it was impeccable, the wooden tiles were almost blinding with their shine, and the seats at the bow, with just a glance, showed themselves to be more comfortable than any night's sleep. Behind them was the entrance to the captain's cabin.
>Although the activities you could do there were not to your liking, you let out an audible groan, the first to notice it were not the professor, but rather the snakes on her head, which turned to look at you. This was followed by the professor, with the right timing to see you as you approached her

"What's wrong Amelia?" She soon heard your stomach rumble "A-are you hungry?"

>You ask her to ignore it, but you knew her well enough to know she wouldn't

"No, I won't, we can go inside for something to eat, we don't have to wait until we reach the island" With that, she let you finish speaking "hmmm..." She seemed undecided whether to accept or not, even the snakes on her head wore confused expressions, but in the end she accepted "Okay, we'll go inside for something to eat later"
>Then >>19282 Gaspar interrupts, joining the conversation

"Oh, that's a good idea" Japako said "Amelia, when we finish talking, why don't you play something with him?" Her words were full of positivity, although she herself doubted it would work "I have to talk to her about something now, excuse us for a second Gaspar-kun"

>The two girls moved aside, and walked straight to the tip of the bow, there, the sun's rays shone like nowhere else, the ocean could be seen perfectly, and how the maritime vehicle made its way through the waters

"What do you need to tell me?"

>>1520
>Amelia
<Now I have to talk about something with her, excuse us for a second Gaspar-kun

"Yes, I'm leaving."

(It's so hard to talk to people...)

Finally the duo retreats, arriving at the front of the ship, where the sun's rays bother Amelia.

"Ugh... I curse the sun..."

Amelia takes more steps forward, ending up next to the metal railings that kept people from falling into the water... and looks at the sea, without making any comment about it...

(The sea... it must be very deep...)

<What do you need to tell me?

(...)

The girl stares at the water for a moment before looking back at her teacher and replying.

"I don't like being here... I don't like any of my classmates... but my mother forced me to come, teacher." -she clarifies directly- "It's difficult... or impossible for me to be happy on this trip... because I'm in mourning."

She was referring to her beloved twin sister... so many years had passed since her loss... and yet she still said she was in mourning. Abigail died at 4 and they are already 17 kek

"But... my mother gave me a goal... and I chose you to help me achieve it." -she finally confesses the reason for their conversation- "She gave me some money... and asked me to bring her a souvenir." -a simple objective- "You know how I feel about my classmates... that's why I want you to take me to buy it..."

Amelia turns around once more... and places her hands on those round metal bars.

"I don't want to be here, professor..." -she grips the metal with some firmness- "it should have been Abigail..." -some pain can be felt in her voice-

The girl lowers her gaze... with the water just a jump away...

"From here the sea is very close..." -the pain in her voice seemed to have disappeared... replaced by a strange calm...-

She affirms without taking her eyes off the large body of water. Was she thinking of doing "something"...?

>>19140
>Claire
Isla Milagro, a problematic name, suitable for a religious camp but not for a leisure center, a meeting place for adolescents full of ignorance and hormones, or so Claire intuits it will be after such an impromptu declaration of vacation, as if they had organized everything in a hurry to meet an agreed-upon date. But anyway, after reflecting during the bus trip, and in order to be at peace with herself, Claire concludes that the name comes from the fact that all the beautiful landscapes in the world are God's miracle.

"Teacher, cover yourself more. There are children present and you might confuse them." The first thing she does after getting off the bus is to go complain to the leader of the gorgonists. Claire scans every curve and patch of white skin with her eyes, not out of any repressed lesbian impulse, but because in her mind she compares her to the whore of Babylon. And it's not a minor thing, since Claire distrusts her due to her kinship with snakes, one of Satan's favorite forms to seduce and lead astray the lord's little creatures. "So... what does UA have planned for us today? What's the itinerary?" Regardless of her reservations about the snake woman, she is still a teacher, and until the moment she reveals her true face as a servant of the prince of darkness, Claire will behave kindly and obediently around her, as well as cooperatively: "Why don't you assign us in pairs? That way, if someone gets lost, their partner can report their absence." She advises while forming a dome with her fingers near her flat chest. "I point this out in case an unforeseen event occurs, such as a tsunami or an earthquake. It is well known that with so many Tomokoists and heretics in these lands, they tend to be regularly scourged by the almighty's fury. The lord is so wise."
The professor may or may not have considered her idea. In any case, Claire gets on the yacht. The first thing she does is hand >>19145 sunscreen. She doesn't give it to her directly because she doesn't want Negishi to touch her, since if she was punished for albinism at birth, it had to be for a reason.

"I bought this before coming because I knew you'd need it, your skin is very sensitive, right? It's the cross you have to bear." She leaves it on a nearby table. "It's for before and after. Tell a friend to apply it for you."

She looks around for someone capable. She has to be feminine because a young lady cannot be touched much by a man unless it's with her husband after marriage; otherwise, it would be a sin. She sees >>19146.

"Miss Kyla... If you have both hands free, why don't you, instead of wasting them carrying food to your mouth, a victim of gluttony, help Miss Negishi (Nei-Geish) with the sunscreen? A good deed enriches the soul."

As she overhears conversations about drinking and other improper behavior >>19175, Claire hurries to the bar >>19291 to locate all bottles with any degree of liquor, take them in her arms, and pour all their contents down the toilet, where they belong. The only thing Claire doesn't touch is the wine.
>>19323

When she leaves the bathroom after completing the task of keeping this trip 100% puritanical, Claire looks for Aliz to discuss with her the different ways they will take to prevent their companions from falling into disgrace and breaking the rules. Sadly, since she is not the delegate, Claire cannot implement her own measures, like making all the girls wear chastity belts, or having the boys wear ankle trackers. But at least she has the option of advising the hamster girl on the correct actions to take.

But since she can't find Aliz, she has to settle for Amelia, a girl she likes a lot because she seems almost dead inside, and since passions are gateways to sin, and Amelia doesn't seem to have passions, Claire considers her an exemplary girl.

"Amelia~ Dear, what are you doing?"

>>19326
https://youtu.be/beoNy4MMHTc▾>...
>After saying goodbye to your family, you mingled with the group and boarded the yacht
>The floor of this was adorned with gleaming wooden tiles, the bow had some seats next to a sofa in the middle of the deck, and the stern also had its own group of seats, next to a hatch that led to the interior of the boat. The surroundings of it had handrails, perhaps they wouldn't prevent someone from falling into the water, but they were a good warning.
>Your companions were on theirs, chatting amongst themselves, and enjoying the trip, the sea breeze mixed with the sound of the sea and the seagulls marked this tropical atmosphere that this trip would represent very well.
>Going to greet your professors, you see Professor Murata >>19289 go inside the boat and then hear him complain about the lack of a bar, and in the distance at the bow, there was Japako, talking with Amelia, and coming right in your direction.
>Those two are intercepted by Claire, just when the professor notices you, and leaves those two to go for you... although she turns back and communicates something to the two before returning to you.
>White and scaly skin, red eyes, equally white hair accompanied by six red-eyed snakes growing from her head, your professor, Japako Shirasaki, approached you to greet you.

"Seiken-chan, when did you arrive? You weren't there when we took attendance at UA..." She looked at you for a second and then her face formed a small grimace, she had remembered something "Oh, look, look, I've been practicing!" she said excitedly.
>She clasped her hands, and with a face showing immense concentration, so much so that not only she, but even the snakes on her head began to sweat, she began to move them, she was forming symbols, it was sign language... a very basic one, she barely managed to say hello, goodbye, and pronounce your name along with hers, but it was clear that she had put a lot of practice into it, the same that she had also put into learning to read it a long time ago, although at that last level it was not far from the level of the first.
"Uff..." Wiping the sweat from her forehead "Soon it will be easier for us to talk, you won't need to carry a notebook around all the time"

>That was undoubtedly a very kind act from the teacher, who had always treated you well like the rest of the class, although due to your special abilities, you didn't need to be a genius to realize that she sometimes paid a little more attention to you than to the others

"Are you hungry? Why don't we go eat something with the others?"

>It sounded like a good idea, at least until you were fortuitously kidnapped by Hirohito
>...
>...
>>19613the asperger captain wouldn't have time to ask the one-eyed girl before she broke his hands kek
>>19326
>While the replicas kept Seiken cornered, both she and the clones could feel... something. A strange feeling, as if their subconscious minds were warning them of something https://youtu.be/TlpskYXFOmw▾ and that something was dangerous

"Ahem, Hi-ro-hi-to" Japako pronounced the clone boy's name slowly and deliberately
>Standing with her arms crossed, her large, red eyes were wide open, her pupils noticeable, which now more than ever could be seen in their slit shape, the typical of natural snakes
>The gorgon wore an annoyed expression, which complemented very well the expressions, or rather, the lack thereof, of the snakes growing from her head, which were usually quite expressive, this time they wore pale faces pun intended and expressionless, with their mouths open, showing their fangs. Letting the corrosive liquid generated by the teacher's quirk drip from their mouths
https://youtu.be/AtSx2IkTeYU▾>The corrosive liquid dripped, with its distinctive bright green color, directly onto the wooden floor. Melting it and starting to generate smoke, one that it was best not to breathe, due to the degradation of the material
>She was angry, and quite angry

"Oh, you don't sssay, you want usss to go back right now" She was hissing, emphasizing the s, she was really angry kek "I will kindly ask you not to bother Seiken, and not to repeat what you just did I mean throwing her, please"

>>19296
>>19403
Inside, the ship wasn't much different from what you'd see in a living room. It was a wide room. The lighting was warm. There were cream-colored leather armchairs, with a couple of loose chairs, and a few shelves with drawers, on which there were flowers, porcelain vases, or absolutely nothing, etc. There were windows all around showing the sea in all its splendor, and more importantly, there were a couple of televisions.

One of the televisions was on. They were showing Family Guy. The remote was lying on an armchair.

At the other end of the room, separated from the rest by a marble shelf, was what looked like a kitchen. With a stove, a few refrigerators, a dishwasher, and a microwave. In addition to more drawers where ingredients would probably be stored.

Your professor was in the kitchen, desperately checking every drawer.

"I'm even willing to drink isopropyl alcohol, but I need something, please..."

As he searched, he threw everything he found in the drawers onto the floor. From a box of Dr. Crunch to a half-finished Nutella.

Both of you approached him.

>>19296
You were the first to speak to him, causing him to interrupt his search to look at you.

>Hey. Can I sunbathe on the bow? I feel like wearing the bikini I bought before coming, but seeing your "sensitive perspective" I wanted to ask you first...

"If the trip doesn't last more than an hour. Can't you wait?..." He turned around once more, but continued talking to you while rummaging in the drawer.

"Well, you're on vacation, do whatever you want. Just don't kill anyone..."

He opened another drawer, he seemed excited about it.

"...What's that I smell? Wine?..."

But his expectations were not met, it was just grape jam.

"This must have been on purpose..." He said, with a grimace.

>>19403
While Kyla and the professor were chatting, you were busy with a small experiment. Thanks to your quirk, you grew a plant with "Special Leaves." It takes you a little over a minute, and you pluck it immediately, presenting it to your professor.

By this time, he had already noticed what you were doing and stared at you, confused.

"...What is this?..."

>Professor, if you want, you can take several to simulate the effect of a hangover too. Another thing... What's good about drinking alcohol? I could perhaps simulate it or improve it with one of these.

He took the leaf from your hands, remaining silent for a while as he observed it, sniffed it, and took a couple of small tastes.

"...Are you offering me drugs?..." He asked, completely bewildered.

"I don't know if you're trying to send me a message, but I can say I don't approve. I'll have to talk about this with Japako... In the meantime, you're forbidden from using your quirk until we get off the ship..."
>>19426
With the idea of the contest blown to pieces, you decided to stay on deck.

There was nothing remarkable, it was just you, the sea, and the rest of your classmates. But enjoying the atmosphere wasn't a bad thing either.

The waters were calm, as evidenced by the stability of the boat. You could barely feel it rocking slightly with the waves.

But even if you couldn't feel them, you could hear them. Like a master hypnotist, with slow and relaxing gestures, the sound of the waves lulled you and disconnected you from reality. The secret lay in the fluidity and constancy.

From time to time, you would feel a couple of drops splash on your skin. A salty smell also began to be noticeable...

You had moved quite far from the city, the coast had already disappeared on the horizon and you were only surrounded by water on all sides. If you wanted to be dramatic, you could say that this would be the true beginning of the journey.

>>1542
>>19852
>>19734
> A;iz
<"...What is this?..."

"Isn't it obvious?"

I said, tilting my head, did he not know what a leaf was?

The leaf vanished from my hands, the professor sniffed it, looked at it, and licked it. It had no particular smell, and its color generally determined what the leaves did: light green for healing wounds, red for strength, gray for endurance, yellow for speed, dark green for stamina, and so on with all of them. This one was yellow with dark brown tones. Its taste resembled that of a grape, although with one lick, I doubted it could be determined.

<"...Are you offering me drugs?..."

"Medicines are drugs, alcohol and tobacco are also drugs, but the government allows them. If you're talking about the 'bad' drugs, then no, I would never give anything bad. I'm just trying to help you. From your search, I see you want... Alcohol and... I am giving it to him..."

I said the last part a little embarrassed, as it was like giving an addict the substance they were looking for. But I was testing the effects this leaf might have and its particular effect on a person.

"Specifically, I created a kind of wine, although I don't know how strong I made it... It would be helpful if you tried it and told me how close I got to the flavor and effect."

<"I don't know if you're trying to send me a message, but I can say I don't approve."

"..."

I remained silent for a second, looking at him with narrowed, confused eyes. I blinked a couple of times, changing my expression to a more thoughtful one. As an idea arose, I looked at him again and asked in a cheerful tone.

"Does that mean that when we get to the island, I can throw away all the wine, whiskey, and any type of alcohol you try to drink?"

Without waiting for a response, I said even more happily.

"It's a wonderful idea, your body will suffer from withdrawal for a while, but then you'll be clean again. I'm sure Claire will want to help..."

Before I could continue speaking
<“I’ll have to talk this over with Japako… In the meantime, you’re forbidden from using your quirk until we get off the ship.”

“…”

I fell silent again, my face turning indifferent, completely blank. I didn’t understand the order “don’t use your quirk” at all, but my expression changed again, and as if I hadn’t heard the professor speak, I created the same leaf again, which is protected in case someone tries to steal it, while the one the professor held in his hand crumpled and became brittle until it basically disintegrated in his hand.

“Alright, I understand you don’t want to try it. If you won’t, I will. It could be useful in battle or to help the injured. From what they say, when you’re drunk you don’t feel pain, or at least it’s mitigated. If I can extract any physical effect besides the mitigation of senses, it could help.”

As he said this, I moved to the couch, slowly distancing myself from the professor. When it was fully created, it was a slightly different color, more light brown with little yellow, and in terms of effect, I had removed the anesthetic but kept the one that would make me drunk. What I wanted to test was if I could mitigate the senses, so I also extracted the flavor.

Bringing the leaf to my mouth, I chewed and swallowed it. After a few seconds, I felt a new source of power from which I could extract energy. Already in front of one of the couches, I burned all the power of the leaf in a second to know what it would do to me if I activated it with full power during a fight.

Automatically, I fell like a dead weight onto the couch. For a second, I felt absolutely nothing; my sense of touch had vanished. I couldn’t even move my limbs, or maybe I could, but my vision was blurry, almost dark, and my mind was slightly muddled until everything returned in a matter of seconds, like a reminiscence, something I used to feel when using all my power at once. When I fully recovered, I looked at my professor and said calmly, as if I hadn’t almost passed out before his eyes.
“Too strong and useless in battle, maybe I could help injured people, I have to lighten the mitigation of the senses and concentrate the effect only on the pain part and…”

From then on, I just started to ramble and mutter to myself without paying attention to what was happening around me until I thought of something other than my experiments, which I used to do frequently even if I was scolded for it, I could simply say that I wanted to try a new type of effect.

“I’m going upstairs, professor, I’m glad you want to quit drinking, it will be good for your liver.”

Without giving him time to reply, I leave him alone.

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>>19796
Since things were different, I'll just ignore the first part
Now on deck, I meet Claire. She wasn't the most pleasant person in the class. Her intentions were... good? But the way she did it was extremely... strange. No sex until marriage? No alcohol? Limits and restrictions on everything that seems fun? Stop interfering with how people live their lives, please! If there is a devil and hell, I would really prefer to go there, all the fun things are there.

<“Taking advantage of the fact that you're here, I have to ask you something, do you have a contingency plan to keep the class under control?”

I tilted my head, dismayed and confused by Claire's question. Contingency plan? Keep the class under control? Japako has that power, not me. The class representatives help with their classmates' problems.

“Th-that's not the job of the…”

<“but I heard them chatting about drinking alcohol, having boyfriends, and other atrocities. And Iwamaru is being Iwamaru, with all the bad that implies.”

“Huh? What do you…? Well, Iwamaru has problems with any self…”

<“As class representative, your job is to prevent them from straying from the path of righteousness, Aliz. You know what I mean, don't you?”

“~I think we have different ways of seeing righteousness... And that's not my job~”

(Although with Japako's self-esteem issues and the other one being a drunk, they don't exude much authority, so I understand the message.)

<“I thought that at night, in the hotel, it would be good to have guards in the hallway to make sure no one leaves their room after 10 PM, bedtime, rest time. What do you think? Amelia could help us, she's probably got nothing to do, the poor thing.”

“Eh… eh ah eh…”

My confusion changed from one moment to the next to a more determined look, I took Claire's hands firmly, looked her in the eyes and said.

“Claire… You are very radical. Do they want to have boyfriends and sex before marriage? Let them! Those sinners will see the torture they will suffer in hell!”

I said the last part with an authoritarian and scolding tone, obviously talking about the people on the ship.

“Alcohol… It’s plants, that go through a process in a brewery. I don’t understand what’s wrong with that. I mean, even wine is a plant, specifically grapes. What’s the difference? Iwamaru… is Iwamaru, nothing can be done about it, it’s just a phase, and as I said before, those dirty sinners will see the torture that awaits them in hell if they have sex before marriage! Therefore! I’ll let the devil take care of it…”

Before I go to do something else, or maybe follow Claire and Amelia, I think for a second and say happily with a smile on my face.

“Hmmm… Wait, since you're on this kick about everyone following the path of righteousness, help me throw away all the alcohol the professor wants to drink. From what I understood, he wants to quit drinking, but because of abstinence, he'll probably want to drink as soon as he finds a bottle. If you help me, I'll gladly help you with watching the dorms after 10 PM. Want to?”

Alone with her companion, the blonde's good mood would surface... accepting to keep a conversation going that even unfolds nicely.

And why don't you eat? Are you fasting?

(It's still tempting to say yes just so she scolds the teacher... but... no.)

If that were the case, I'd find the teacher's behavior surprising.

"You shouldn't be so surprised... that woman has no authority, unlike you." —she doesn't mind loudly pointing out the teacher's obvious flaw— "But... it's not that. My alarm didn't go off... I left my house in a hurry and couldn't eat."

(I won't tell her the truth... If she knew I got into a fight with mom, she'd get mad at me too... I don't feel like getting scolded.)

Yeah, I'd like to eat, but not food given by that devilish shapeshifter... I distrust him.

"I understand... he doesn't inspire trust in me either. He's a horrible person."

Between us, I suspect he's gay...

"I wouldn't doubt it... but haven't you seen how he treats women? He's a disgusting pervert... though there's a chance he might be bisexual."

Having someone to hate Hirohito with feels strangely pleasant to Amelia.

Why don't you come with me to the kitchen and I'll prepare something for both of us? It won't take long if you help.

"Actually I—..."

The faithful woman takes her by the hand before marriage and starts walking, forcing the weaker of the two to follow despite not having finished her response.

(Don't make me imagine the teacher like that...)

But I'm already getting off track.

"How do you plan to dress at the beach?"

(Ugh... beach)

I hate beaches with all my soul... the sand is annoying, there's too much sun... so many people go into the water... I don't even see the appeal of being in the water..." —she could go on... but decides to stop. She doesn't feel like turning her companion into her confessional— "What... what do you want to do on the island?"

After a few moments of walking, the odd duo would reach the kitchen, where Amelia would simply watch her companion search for ingredients while they finish their conversation.
to

much

(Then why force me to interact with you?)

>>19738
>Heh. Nice joke... Wait, it's not a joke?

"Why would it be a joke?"

>It's too long for me... Haven't you found any alcohol yet? I think I could help.

"Even if there was alcohol, I wouldn't give you a drop... That's what I'd say in any other circumstance, but if you really find something good, I'll let you drink as much as you want..."

And with that, you embark on a new adventure. You speed across the ship, searching for alcohol in every corner. There was no luck inside, the deck had nothing but chairs, and well... that was the whole ship, if there's nothing around, there's nothing anywhere else...

Except... There was one place left to check: The Captain's Cabin.

The door was locked, but it was a matter of opening it.

You entered, finding yourself in a somewhat narrow room with a low ceiling. There was a helm, buttons, screens, and levers, as well as a nice view of the deck and the sea.

There was a wall at the back, a world map was pinned to it, and next to it was a smaller map of an island. There was also a coat rack with a captain's uniform hanging on it, hat and all.

There was no sign of alcohol that jumped out at you, but there was one last hope...

On the wall parallel to the door, there were a couple of gray lockers. The paint on them was almost worn off and the metal was rusted, contrasting sharply with the class of the place. Both were locked, but the keys were right there, and it was a matter of turning them to open the lockers and see their contents. Could this be what you were looking for?

>>19853
>Medicine is drugs, alcohol and tobacco are also drugs but the government allows them

"Tch, do I have to listen to that ridiculous narrative everywhere?..."

>If you're talking about the "bad" drugs, then no, I would never give anything bad, I'm just trying to help him, from his search I see you want... Alcohol and... I'm giving it to him...

Your professor fell silent. He gave the paper a glance before looking back at you.

"Wait, you can make alcohol with your quirk?..."

>Specifically, I created a kind of wine, although I don't know how strong I made it... It would be helpful if you tried it and told me how close I got to the taste and effect.

"Aliz... You have a talent that goes beyond heroism. As your professor, I beg you to reconsider your career..." The situation took a 999-degree turn.

>Does that mean when we get to the island I can throw away all the wine, whiskey, and any kind of alcohol you try to drink?
>It's a wonderful idea, your body will suffer from withdrawal for a while but then you'll be clean again, I'm sure Claire will want to help...

She interrupted you before you could continue...

"I'll be direct with you. If you do something like that, you'll be the first person I mention in my suicide note..."

>>20546
>>20561

>Why would it be a joke?

My perception of time is as accelerated as my metabolism; an hour is almost an eternity for me. Why do you think I proposed the idea of taking you all one by one instead of using the bus? I feel like I spent entire days inside that piece of junk. By the way, haven't you seen Malakai?

>She says, bringing a hand to her chin, intrigued as to where her friend might be. Anyway, she was probably around. In the meantime, Kyla is going to look for alcohol, although for the same reason as her accelerated metabolism, it was difficult for the girl to get drunk, yet she liked to feel bad and rebellious.

>The girl practically loots the entire ship, throwing some things into the air that remain suspended, moving very slowly due to the slowed time. Finally, inside the captain's cabin, the first thing Kyla does is put on the captain's suit that was on the coat rack.

Arrrrggg... Land ahoy... I'd stay longer playing, but this is a mission of utmost importance.

>And so, Kyla began to kick and punch that locker with hyper-speed, desperately searching for a single drop of alcohol...

>...

>Some time later they reached land, Kyla was still wearing the captain's suit. The first thing the redhead encounters is a man in a suit, quite attractive in the Russian's eyes, naturally. In Japan, men are either very ugly or very handsome, that's what Kyla had learned in all the time she had been in the land of the rising sun.

>The girl in the captain's clothes raises her hand, saying she has a question.

What time do we eat? What is there to eat? How many times will we eat? Do you have a wife? Can we wear our swimsuits yet? Oh, and what the professor said...

>>19853
>Claire
If she had a glimpse of the mundane ideas floating under that mop of orange hair, Claire would be scandalized and run to a professor, or to the principal, to excommunicate Aliz or at least have it on record that she withdrew her vote for her, even if it changes nothing. But Claire is not a telepath, she wishes she were, but she cannot obliterate or deny things she does not know.

"There are no different ways to see righteousness... There is only one righteousness, the one that comes out in the bible," she says, narrowing her aquamarine eyes, evaluating and judging Aliz's tone, which is starting to sound too irreverent for her taste. "And yes, keeping them calm is your job," she repeats, but the redhead insists it has nothing to do with it. "Yes, it does."

To prove her point, Claire brings her closed hand to her mouth, coughs to clear her throat, and then recites the definition of a representative from memory.

"A person who is responsible, by election or designation, for representing a group or a person, or for acting on their behalf." She lowers her hand and adds, "Saving the distance, you are something like the shepherdess of this flock... What do you prefer...? To face a horde of crazy goats with eyes filled with fire, who walk on two legs and blaspheme in dead languages?" Each word the girl speaks takes on a somber and condemning tone. "Or to be the leader of some well-behaved tender white lambs who graze in the fields, do not speak, and walk on four legs as is correct?" Then she switches to a more cheerful, friendly, and family-friendly tone, accompanied by a slight smile.

The choice is obvious, at least to Claire. Her sense of right and wrong, of what is correct and incorrect, is as inflexible as if etched in stone. That's why she shudders when Aliz takes her hands and asks her to ignore everyone and their temptations.

"With that mentality, why don't we just give up and organize a black mass in the hall with bloody chalices, virgins, and phallic candles? The only drawback is that it would be hard to find pure girls because by then, with your negligence, there won't be any left." She uses sharp sarcasm before releasing her hands from Aliz's fingers. "The only thing needed for evil to win is for good people to do nothing. The job of a servant of the Lord is to save souls, not to let them be condemned while we enjoy bread and wine..."

She maintains eye contact and a frown, somewhat annoyed by Aliz's attitude. Until she softens a bit upon hearing the redhead defend liquors and champion the idea of giving free rein to others' bad lives. By then, Claire is fully smiling because she remembers that Aliz has never received any religious instruction. She closes her eyes and shakes her head, condescendingly.

"There, there, there," she says, making Aliz stop talking by placing two fingers on the girl's lips. "Aliz, Alisson, my noble, graced little one... How could I not see it? You are young and naive... It's normal for you to be dazzled by leisure and the ease of spiritual libertinism. You probably even take pseudo-scientific truths for granted, hehehe. We will fix that drop by drop. I will teach you with word and example, the right path, until I make a dent in the rock of your confusion." She takes her by the shoulders to pull her closer against her will and hugs her tightly for a full minute. In this position, Claire raises her face to the ceiling. "Do you feel it...? It's all my faith flowing into you. Remember that I love you, because Christ also loves you, even when you are absolutely wrong."

She pulls away, though she doesn't remove her hands yet.

"Don't worry about the liquor, there isn't any anymore... I even got rid of that infamous product known as Deku-cola. I flushed it all down the toilet. Anyway, see you in front of the dorms at 10 PM. Don't be late."

Without waiting for confirmation from the redhead, Claire leaves.
>>20583
>>19858

"Me? Authority? No way!" She laughs and waves her hand, shaking her head. "I'm just the voice of a higher power, nothing more, nothing less. Oh, so trouble with the alarm clock. That happens when you rely on a man-made product, when it's well known that humans are imperfect... To prevent such a misfortune from happening again, when we get back I'll buy you a rooster. They're nature's alarm clocks."

The body is a temple, so it must be cared for. Claire not only watches what she eats, but she's also very attentive to everyone's diets in the common room, hoping they stay healthy, which is why she seeks to promote innovative ideas like changing pizza Thursdays to salad Thursdays.

"To be honest, Hiro (Hai-Ro) has never crossed the line with me. But the day he tries... Well, you better not ask, I wouldn't want to scare you." The believer rambles as she drags Amelia behind her, towards the kitchen, the territory of any self-respecting woman. Faced with the girl's doubts about burning herself with fire, Claire responds with a grandiloquent speech: "Did Christ retreat, making excuses, because they whipped me and nailed me to a cross? Did Lucia of Syracuse give up, saying, 'because they're going to burn me and pluck out my eyes'? Did Saint Ignatius of Antioch swear, 'because I'm afraid of being eaten by lions'? Well, all that and more happened to them, but did any of them complain? Of course not. That's the attitude you should take, Amelia. Only then, without doubt and with a heart bursting with faith, will you learn the noble art of cooking. When you marry the man of your life, you'll thank me."

What will Claire wear to the beach? An intriguing dilemma for which the girl already has a solution.

"The last thing I want is to incite impure thoughts in anyone who sees me... So I'll wear my school swimsuit. You're keeping yours too, right? We can go swimming together, or build sandcastles, and enjoy the beautiful landscapes designed by the almighty... Nature is a gift and must be appreciated." Claire's attitude towards the beach is diametrically opposed to Amelia's, and she tries to infect the little girl with it almost by force, because it's quite certain that if Amelia doesn't dodge her, Claire will end up dragging her into her personal activities, just as she's doing now.

Without stopping humming, Claire starts putting the ingredients on the counter. Eggs, onions, shallots, paprika, chilies, lots of garlic, turmeric, tomato, cilantro, salt, and brown sugar, which she tastes to sweeten her mouth. Oh, and of course, a big pinch of love.

With a smile fueled by sweetness and by doing household chores, she looks at Amelia when she points out that nothing guarantees she'll cooperate perfectly.

"You're absolutely right, nothing guarantees it... So? Will you lend me a hand, ray of sunshine?" As she suspected, the answer is affirmative, though said with some doubt, but the exchange student doesn't notice that. "Great! Now chop these garlic cloves with that knife and then use the grater. We'll prepare egg curry... Scrambled, French style, so they cook faster, and I personally like it better."

Claire doesn't follow a recipe to the letter, but rather follows her instinct to mix a bunch of things that she knows taste good together. For her, a meal without seasonings is a soulless meal. So, while the oil heats up over high heat, she chops the bunch of cilantro into slices while urging Amelia to mash the tomatoes.

(Sounds of cooking and preparation)

The dish looks very appetizing, like the pic related, but with scrambled eggs. Claire doesn't hesitate to scoop some with a spoon and then offer it to Amelia's mouth so she can taste it and marvel at the harmony of flavors it offers her.

"Don't worry, it's not too spicy. The other ingredients help reduce the chili's intensity. The key is to maintain harmony."

>>20591
>>20584
>Claire
"Scaring innocent people isn't nice..." she complains. "Don't do it again." She glares for a moment, but then regains her good humor when talking about faith. "You can do it in front of your bed, on your knees, with your hands together... Talking directly to God is the most rewarding and intimate thing in the world." She slowly shakes her head when the young sailor talks about going to a priest. "I'm not Catholic, Gaspar. I don't go to confessionals. I follow the doctrines of fundamentalist Christianity... I have nothing against the other branches, but I see the divergences as a gigantic mistake."

What would you give someone who has killed?

"That they repent, or fear the almighty's justice, because it will fall upon their head sooner or later. I wouldn't have much more to share with a murderer. The commandments are very clear."

Claire places a finger near her chin, covering her mole, thoughtfully considering the sailor boy's offer.

"Not at the moment... But if I had to ask for your help with something, it would be to prevent the boys from making a mess. Sometimes I don't know what happens to them, they become like monkeys incapable of reasoning or controlling themselves. Make sure none of them do something foolish that ends up harming the entire class."

>>20611
"..." She follows the dancing devils with her eyes. When they finish passing, Claire exclaims, "Professor!" And she quickly goes to find the leader of the Gorgonites. >>20548 As soon as she finds her, she demands, "Restore order. Or give me permission to deny Hiro breathing, ten seconds would be enough to bring him to his senses and stop him from singing in strange tongues."

...

The yacht slows down until it stops at an empty berth next to other boats. As soon as Japako says to go in order, Claire shouts to her companions: >>20611 >>20593 >>20584 >>20570 >>19861 >>19858 >>19853 >>19779

"Form two lines! Boys on the right, girls on the left. Starting with the shortest and ending with the tallest. No, no standing on tiptoes, that would be lying, like transgenderism or global warming. Now then." She turns to Japako. "Professor, they're all yours... Did you consider the recommendation I made about couples?"

A man with tanned skin appears.

"Oh, the service has just arrived... Here you go, good man." Claire hands him the suitcase, and with her free hands, the young woman clasps them near her chest as she speaks. "Wakuri? (Gua-Cure) It sounds very indigenous, I assume you come from a nearby tribe. Thank you for wearing a suit in our presence, it's surely not common among your people, and they would feel more comfortable going around, let's say, naked."

Claire tries to be understanding with these natives, because maybe later she can talk to them and enlighten them with the words of the lord.

>>20918
>Claire
"Me? Tough? No way!" She laughs and waves her hand, shaking her head, repeating the previous gesture. In conclusion, both comparisons seem far from reality. "I'm like a freshly baked jelly donut sprinkled with a layer of refined sugar, plus a pinch of cinnamon to go with it... Soft, warm, full of sweetness. Maybe I have to put on a brave face sometimes to keep order, but it's all for the good of the group."

The girl of faith, with her hands on her knees, leans forward until her face is level with little Amelia's. That way they can maintain direct and frank eye contact, as Claire likes.

"You're not an easy girl, you're an obedient girl, and that makes you wonderful. If the teacher underestimates you for being good, we just have to go and complain, put her in her place, right?" She places her right hand on Amelia's cheek, giving her a caress. "Let me know and I'll accompany you. You're a welcome difference in a class plagued by derailed trains. Sometimes I wonder why, with some being the way they are, the Lord granted them such gifts."

Gifts, as Claire calls Quirks. The lady removes her hand and straightens up to continue down the yacht's corridor.

"Nonsense, money is the least of it. Buying a rooster just for you would fill me with deep joy at being able to help you."

During their time in the kitchen, Amelia makes a bold declaration, that she will never get married. Claire looks at her with her mouth slightly agape.

"A vow of chastity is a praiseworthy promise... But rejecting love, that's going to the extreme, ray of sunshine," she says, and regains her smile to add. "But don't worry, one day, you'll meet someone who will awaken feelings within you that you didn't know you could have, like any maiden in love before her knight. That will be the person you marry, and you'll accompany each other for the rest of your days, until death do you part, and eternal life reunites you."

It's evident that Claire doesn't aspire to be the number 1 hero in the world or anything like that; her only dream, evident from her enraptured expression when talking about marriage, is to get married and start a strictly Christian conservative family in the suburbs of America.

Changing the subject, does Amelia have to enjoy the beach even if she doesn't want to? Without losing her smile, Claire nods, the answer is very obvious, it's a resounding Yes.

...

She brings a spoonful of the dish to Amelia. Does she find it weird? Embarrassing? Not at all, for Claire they are just a couple of schoolgirls sharing and enjoying their youth in the kitchen, the best place in the world after church.
"Here, say Aaaaah~

She feeds him from the spoon, and Amelia's smile makes it obvious it was very good. With the same spoon, Claire takes another portion of curry and tastes it. She nods, satisfied with the result.

"I'll serve. You set the table"

While she places the plates, cutlery, and napkins as Claire instructs, the lord's maid, on the other hand, gets some oranges and squeezes them to make 100% natural juice. With the glasses ready, the egg curry served, and both in their places at the table, Claire says:

"Let's pray" She closes her eyes and clasps her hands in front of her. She obviously expects Amelia to do the same. "Lord, we praise and bless you for this journey, for our studies, and for all the pleasant experiences and lessons that await us. Thank you, Lord, for life and sustenance, you give them to us by your infinite mercy, not by our merit. Bless those who made it possible for us to receive this food here today. Aid the needy. Move us to share all that we are and have with others, and give us all hunger and thirst for you. Amen"

She waits patiently for Amelia's Amen. If it takes too long, she would open one eye and stare at her until she finally says it. Then she separates her hands and begins breakfast with:

"Let's eat"
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"The teacher is... Too soft, like tofu, coincidentally they share the same color. A force is needed to balance the authority in the class, otherwise before we know it, the students will rebel and replace Miss Japako with a golden calf. Not an exaggeration, it has happened, it's in the Bible"
Against those arguments and her faith, there is no valid response. Because Claire is sure she is speaking the truth, and only the truth. That's why when Aliz pushes her to break their embrace, the girl of faith is surprised.

"I see you're a tough nut to crack... Just like my cousin Dalia. Like a couple of bricks, both of you" She replies and lets out a sigh. But she hasn't given up yet, she knows that if she tries hard enough, Aliz will eventually understand that everything she's telling her is for her own good. "I won't lie to you, it would be easier for me to do what I'm doing if I had your position... But it's not the right thing to do, our classmates chose you, I even voted for you. It's your cross to bear"

Even if Aliz begs her to take the position, she won't, because it's not her role in this story. However, she will continue to bother the carrot-top whenever she can so that she does what, according to Claire, is supposedly her duty.

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