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It was both amusing and repulsive to watch the squabbling of peers, driven mad by the prospect of riches.
The vast majority of them couldn't even imagine what mountains of coins or stacks of paper money looked like, and the only question in their burning children's eyes was: "How many pastries and buns can I buy with that much money?".
To be honest, both proposed approaches had merit. After all, the system proposed by Moodila was already partially implemented by the academy itself, in the form of a tiered distribution of "talent" based on criteria determined not by their personal qualities such as diligence, adaptability, and all-round development, but by how well they could dance to the tune of the strictly defined criteria set by the powerful adults.
But the tone and subtext with which this idea was expressed evoked the most negative emotions. A newcomer, a foreigner, and to top it all off, a demonic spawn of Chaos, has the audacity to put himself above the others and try to impose his own rules? Does he even understand the situation he's in? In his position, the only acceptable policy is to keep a low profile and behave properly until he's accepted, and to try his best to prove his worth, rather than pushing his own agenda. No matter how rational such a proposal might seem at first glance, no concessions should be made to this self-assured upstart from the very beginning, otherwise it will only bring more headaches in the future.
Standing a little further away, leaning against the wall and disinterestedly turning her head to the side, Futa waited for a moment in the discussion when everyone fell silent, and then she chimed in:
- This is not a gang of bandits where the share of the loot is determined by strength, but a school. Otherwise, we could send unsuccessful students to spend the night in the barn and feed them slop for not jumping through the hoop perfectly.
Sighing, she detached herself from the wall, slowly took a couple of steps towards the speakers.
- We have a spirit of youth, camaraderie, and mutual assistance here," her voice trembled with laughter at the words she had spoken. "That's why the school allows even less... acceptable... children to learn and aspire to something. She looked the demon up and down, which required her to tilt her head slightly. "But you are right about something.
Waving the tip of her katana towards the chest, she added:
- If the reward is to be distributed in shares, then in order to maintain the principles of the school and at the same time provide a fairer reward for labor, the amount should be divided not among individual students, but among the classes, in proportion to their contribution. After all, we live in a society. One is not a warrior in the field.
Reinforcing her words with a stern gaze, she stepped aside, making it clear with her whole demeanor that her opinion was indisputable, and that she did not plan to continue the conversation.
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