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They were called Star Plasma Vessels.
Young women with potential to rewrite one’s DNA, bodies that were merged to preserve Master Tengen’s humanity. Star Plasma Vessels were one of the most precious keys to Japan’s security. An innocent soul. A sacrifice.
And, apparently, their new classmate.
Suguru remained silent, while Satoro stared at Yaga-Sensei from the rims of his black-tinted glasses incredulously.
“But, why?” Satoru unwrapped another lollipop. “Aren’t they going to die next year? Become a part of Tengen’s fossil? That is already cruel. And now, you're gonna put them through this insanity called education as well? Wow, Sensei, how could you?”
The weather was rather cold, the end of second semester was approaching. Sometimes, Suguru could not believe that it had been five months since he first met Satoru, and that he still did not maim this inconsiderate asshole of a best friend yet.
Despite their differences and moderate bloodshed at the beginning, Satoru and him became friends. The Two Strongest. The Special Grade Duo. No one had ever understood Suguru on the level that Satoru did. He was grateful for Satoru, he really did. Satoru was fine. And nice. Mostly. Maybe.
Now, if only he learned to shut up.
Suguru intervened before Yaga-Sensei tried to murder Satoru, “Is she a socerer?”
“She is, but that is not the point,” Yaga-Sensei took a really deep breath. “She was born with a moderate amount of cursed energy, which was well and fine, really, manageable. But, recently, her cursed energy began to grow at an alarming rate and attracted all sorts of Curses. So, she is transferred here mainly for her protection.”
“So, a troubled child,” Satoru concluded boringly.
“You of all people don’t have the right to say that!” Yaga-Sensei glared at the most troubled student he ever had the misfortune to teach. “Enough talking! Your car to Yokohama will leave in twenty minutes, you two, go pack whatever you need and be nice to the new student.”
“Yokohama?”
“To pick the Star Vessel up, why else?” Yaga-Sensei said passively. “From now until her execution date, it is the two of you’s responsibility to protect Amanai Riko. Make sure to keep her alive, alright?”
Suguru was given her document as he was more reliable than Satoru. Amanai Riko’s picture was clipped at the front; she was young, pretty, with dark blue hair and doe-like eyes.
Lively, she is very lively.
That day, Riko’s life was entrusted to him.
That day, Suguru’s life was changed. Forever.