Sorry, dear Chabashira

I start with a brief introduction.

"Hello, everyone."

I quickly scan the entire room before returning my attention to Chabashira.

"My name is Kōenji Rokusuke. My concern is as follows: I would like to know if the school might be intentionally hiding some crucial information from us?"

At my question, I can see Chabashira's expression change for a moment. I fiercely maintain eye contact with her, like a predator with its prey.

"What are you trying to say?"

She throws a question back at me.

'A typical protective behavior.'

My question has caught her off guard, and instead of simply answering, she feigns misunderstanding.

'The sharp ones in the room must have already sensed a problem. Sorry, dear Chabashira, I don't intend to be led by the nose.'

"Please excuse me if my question wasn't clear. Allow me to reiterate it more clearly. Sensei, I would like to know if everything we need to know has been told or if there are still other things we need to know?"

This time, she can't feign indifference.

She stares at me intensely for a moment as if probing me. A truly futile attempt.

"Of course, there are still many points that are currently unknown to you. However, the entrance ceremony and your stay here will allow you to grasp the full extent."

'Nice dodge! However...'

"Well, thank you, sensei. Does it bother you if I raise a concern about the points you just explained earlier?"

"No, you may, as long as it's something I can answer."

'It's kind of her to provide me with free argument material.'

"Thank you, sensei. Here's my question: will we receive an allowance of 100,000 points every month, or is it just for this month?"

My question hits the mark not only with Chabashira but also with the other students. Nowhere was it said that we would receive the same allowance every month. Chabashira intentionally and skillfully avoided the topic. However, I've just brought this subject back to the table to her chagrin.

"Silence."

With this simple word, the classroom noise ceased.

Chabashira then turns back to me.

"As I've already said, this amount of money reflects your skills. There's nothing more to add. Do you have any other questions, student Kōenji?"

'I could push a little further, but it's not good to make an enemy.'

We'll be called to collaborate for the next three years. That's why throughout our exchange, I've used a formal and respectful tone.

'Nevertheless, I still need one thing...'

"Excuse me, sensei, but I have one last concern."

"Well, go ahead."

Her tone seems a bit annoyed but without any anger.

"As this school is quite special, I'd like to know if we need to elect a class representative as is customary."

Chabashira remained firm and replied, "These kinds of things, the school leaves to your discretion. It's up to you to bond with each other and elect your representative, just as you can decide not to."

Of course, I already knew this, but I asked to raise this point to the class.

In the novel, it took the intervention of a student to suggest introductions, and as expected from a problem class, it didn't go smoothly.

"Thank you, sensei, for being willing to address my concerns. I'm done."

With that, I sit back down.

Chabashira looks around the room again, and after confirming that there were no more questions, she closed the session for good this time.

"Well, the session ends here. The entrance ceremony will begin in an hour; until then, you're free."

Once the teacher left, the students began to stir.

"I don't trust this teacher. There's something shady about her."

Hasebe confesses her feelings about our main teacher, Chabashira. She's not so far from the truth after all.

I stand up again.

'It's time to unify the class.'