Posts from Sakuramoria Auto-translated

- Pfft, nerds, - Vail muttered disdainfully, watching the three girls standing on stage. - And not a single guy in the front rows. Are there really no smart guys? I should have checked who among us is doing the best; maybe it's not too late to switch places, - the young man continued, already to himself.

The hall responded to Nira's speech with loud applause.

— You're right! — One of the students supported her, noting that he was now wearing a uniform instead of his everyday clothes. — Down with studying, let's have some fun!

— Fun is only for those who work hard, and judging by the exam results, you are not one of them. And guys! — The blonde turned to the male part of the hall. — You should be ashamed that there is only one male name among the top ten!

— It's all because of the last ten questions; only girls can answer them, with all these investigations and kisses.

— Ha, something tells me that it was thanks to these ten questions that you were accepted here...

Watching the guys' reactions, Vale began to assess each of them, making mental notes and identifying suitable candidates for mutually beneficial friendships.
1. - This is probably the first candidate for elimination. Too bad, we could have found common ground.
2. - Who is this upstart? Could it be him who got the highest score? Although, there's clearly nothing to be gained from him; he has stubbornness and unwavering conviction in his views on any issue.
3. - But this one clearly knows what he's doing; he's worth taking a closer look at.
4. - A shady character, looks unreliable. Is he a conceited snob or a henpecked husband? Time will tell.

— Just so you know, if your average grade for the quarter is below 55 points, there is a very real possibility that you may be expelled, so don't overdo it with the fun.
Laurance Hatiory's timely remark, in a way, killed the mood that Neira had created in the hall.

"Our class teacher knows how to encourage those who barely have a dozen units... It's just not fun or motivating to play with such a disadvantage."

Oh, these game NPCs, they just love to ruin the mood.

Leila was pleasantly surprised to find herself near the top of the list. Of course, first place would have been an even more pleasant surprise, but even this result was quite good – only five positions separated her from the top, and, amusingly, also five points. Good news, especially against the backdrop of Buddlea's recent unrest, was that her new friends from the dormitory also performed well. It would have been very unpleasant if she had ended up closer to the bottom of the table. The only thing that slightly spoiled the situation was that they were all scattered across different classes, and Karvia, as the class supervisor, was of greater interest to Leila. However, Leila couldn't bring herself to call Miss Hatioru a bad choice either – she was undoubtedly not only a responsible woman, capable of helping even the laziest students, but also a very erudite one. Leila saw no reason to complain about the stars not aligning properly.
“Oh, just one point short,” Leila said, jokingly complaining to Ixora among the crowd gathered near the board, “just a little more, and we would have been not only roommates but also neighbors on the list.”

The director's speech pleased Leila, adding a certain grandeur to today's events simply by its existence. Few residents of Sakuramor could boast that the princess of the kingdom personally gave a concert at their entrance ceremony. However, as the reaction of some students showed, not everyone could appreciate such celebrations.

“Regardless, from now on, everything depends on you,” Duncan Mandragora took over as the speaker, “and now, allow me to introduce you to your new partners.” With that, he pulled the cloth off the weapon and equipment displays. “For the next two years, military training will be a key course, so go ahead: each of you will receive a set of combat uniform and one weapon of your choice.”

NAILS Combat Uniform (F) +2 to Speed +2 to Dodge
NAILS Combat Uniform (M) +10 to Defense +2 to Attack
NAILS Boots +1 to Initiative
NAILS Cloak +2 to Dodge
Claymore Damage: 60
Spear Damage: 50
Sword Damage: 50
Sabre Damage: 50
Cutlass Damage: 50
Rapier Damage: 40
Dagger Damage: 30
Mace Damage: 50
Katar Damage: 40
Whip Damage: 40
Axe Damage: 50
Club Damage: 40 No skill required
War Hammer Damage: 60
Glaive Damage: 60
Scythe Damage: 40
Bow Range: 8 Damage: 40
Crossbow Range: 8 Damage: 40
Pistol Damage: 80 Reload: 1 Range: 6
Rifle Damage: 160 Reload: 5 Range: 6 Uses two bullets
Katana Damage: 60 +25% to skill cost
The uniform is similar to your regular one, but made of a denser material and designed for combat. You can take two daggers.

"Mm, what a little cutie," Shera ran up to one of the recruits and gently took it in her hands, "don't worry, I'll take very good care of you."
With these words, she kissed the muzzle of the gun, which was nearly half her height, and went to collect her combat uniform set.

"Sir," one of the students addressed Duncan, "I already have my own weapon; may I decline receiving a new one?"
"You may, but having an extra wouldn't hurt, don't you think?"
"Greed is a terrible vice, and I only need what is necessary for me and nothing beyond that."
"Do as you wish."
"Thank you."

Futaba had never been to this kind of ceremony before, but everything turned out to be pretty much as she expected.
They were made to stand around in the hall for twenty extra minutes, even though the event was supposed to have already started, while the adults slowly and listlessly chatted and waved at each other, putting on a show of busy preparation. During this time, they were surrounded by indistinct chatter and silly jokes from bored classmates, punctuated by giggles.

Then, while waiting for the director to arrive, an unremarkable woman performed what initially seemed to be the school anthem, but Futaba couldn't make out most of the words or music from the distance, with all the background noise of whispering, coughing, fidgeting, and the rustling of uniforms.
After the performance, this woman, who seemed to be a music teacher or some kind of guest performer, gave a short speech, during which Futaba realized that she was probably the director of the school, and the whole preliminary process was an act of self-admiration.
Futaba opened her student ID and reread the page with the school's name – it seemed that this was indeed Levizia Starlight. Judging by her frail appearance and trembling voice, it was not at all clear what she had done to deserve having a school named after her. Apparently, she was the daughter of some wealthy parents; judging by the smug faces of most of the prospective students, this was probably the kind of school it was. It was all the more strange, perverse, and alien to Futaba that she was here.
The speech itself was not particularly interesting; from what Futaba could hear, it consisted of standard clichés for pampered, wealthy simpletons who had never lifted a finger in their lives – slogans about finding oneself, conquering the world, and other pompous nonsense, which somehow correlated with solving equations and memorizing random historical dates, most of which were fabricated. But, perhaps, when you have trillions of reiks in your account, and a life-size dollhouse named after you, with toys that stand at attention before you, your thoughts really do revolve around matters of "hearts" and "destinies."
As it turned out, the words "first generation" of students flashed by, which further diminished the importance of all the previous words. That is, this is not just a game, but also a social experiment.

At the end of this spectacle, three excellent students were called up and held up as an example, to inspire the rest of the crowd. Of course, such a trick could not evoke any feelings of solidarity or admiration in anyone except the most hopeless simpletons. On the contrary, the human nature of many of those present certainly filled their hearts with all kinds of negative emotions – envy, contempt, and a demonstrative disdain for the upstarts.
To top it all off, the director decided to make her job easier and smooth over the impression of her weak speech by bringing one of those girls into the spotlight, who, caught off guard and obviously unprepared for such a step, giggled and chirped the words most typical of her flighty and smug type, something about enjoying every day and so on.
Looking at the director's predatory smile and unfriendly squint during this improvisation, Futaba realized that if she had any talent, it was probably this – using people who happened to be at hand for her own selfish purposes.

After all the formalities were over, the old man, whom Futaba could remember patrolling the rows between the desks during exams, performed an uncharacteristic magic trick with a cloth – judging by his sour expression, he didn't particularly like this theater, and it was most likely another bright idea of the self-willed director.
Staying away from the mass of sweaty bodies that filled all the passageways, and trying not to overdo it with her breaths, Futaba listlessly scans the various weapons that were offered to them.
The old man's words, which designated the training for war as the main priority of this school, did not fit with the director's vague and ambiguous words, which promised the wide-eyed teenagers mountains of gold and spiritual self-development. Most likely, they are all being prepared for the upcoming bloodbath in the coming years or decades, for the benefit of those in power.

Sighing heavily, Futaba wanders between the stands like a lost soul, until her gaze stops on a katana. "I wonder if I can use something like this?" she thinks, testing the blade for sharpness and stroking the intricate design on the long hilt.

Varya approached and gratefully accepted the uniform, boots, and cloak. However, there was a problem with the weapon. "Excuse me, Sir Duncan, but could you give me some advice?" she asked hesitantly. "Classes haven't started yet, so how will I know which weapon is right for me?"

Varya approached and gratefully accepted the uniform, boots, and cloak.
However, there was a hitch with the weapons.
-- Forgive me, Sir Duncan, but could you give me some advice? -- she asked hesitantly. -- Classes haven't started yet; how am I to know which weapon suits me?

— You won't know if it suits you or not until you try it, so take whatever your heart desires.


— My choice is the sword, — said one of the students, picking up a Roman-style sword, — it may be cliché, but protagonists in stories often use exactly that.

— My choice is a sword,” said one of the students, picking up a Roman sword, “it might be cliché, but protagonists in stories often use them.

— Just like antagonists,” added Foxtail, standing in line.

— One crossbow is good, but two are even better,” thought Vale as he picked up a suitable weapon when it was his turn. — And can I take something else? We have a slot for additional weapons Just in case the main one breaks or other unforeseen circumstances arise,” the young man asked Duncan.

- One crossbow is good, but two are even better, - thought Vail as he picked up a suitable weapon. - Can I take anything else? We have a slot for additional weapons. Just in case the main one breaks or other unforeseen circumstances arise, - the young man asked Duncan.

— You're not at war. If it breaks, you can come back and get a new one, but you shouldn't risk losing it.
Ixora, Toad, and Ignatius, citing that they already have weapons, decided not to take any new ones.
Meanwhile, Cassia started talking to Nira.
— What do you think I should take? To be honest, I have no experience with weapons.

— You're not at war. If it breaks, you'll come back and get a new one, but you shouldn't lose it.

- Makes sense, - the guy thought and nodded in response, not wanting to argue with the old miser.