Chapter 4 : Looks like fun.

Leonard, discovers a shockingly intense schedule exclusive to his class, 12-E. Perplexed, he contacts the Class Monitor, Yuki, seeking clarification. Yuki confirms the authenticity of the schedule and hints at the need for special permission to make changes, mentioning an elusive "her." As Leonard contemplates the mysteries surrounding the academy, he sends a quiet prayer into the night sky. 

As he wraps up his first day in a new country, he finds himself surprisingly optimistic about the challenges awaiting him, unaware that the unfolding events will be far from ordinary.

As dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, I found myself amidst the chaos of an unforgiving schedule. The Academy demanded discipline, and it seemed the girls around me were mastering the art effortlessly. I, on the other hand, felt like a mere mortal struggling to keep pace.

Amidst the clatter and clangor of the cafeteria, Yuki, the temporary class monitor, beckoned me over. I approached with a mix of curiosity and exhaustion, a newcomer in a world dominated by formidable females.

Yuki, with an air of authority, introduced herself, "I am Ayuzawa Yuki, temporary Class monitor of Class 12 - E. Call me Yuki. If you're drowning in academics, I'll be your lifeline."

Leonard, still catching his breath, questioned, "Temporary? Why not permanent?"

Yuki chuckled, "The class monitor seldom graces us with her presence, and she's not one for words when trouble brews."

Leonard pondered, "'She' again! Who is she? Is it taboo to even mention her name?"

Unfazed by Leonard's internal turmoil, Yuki gestured towards her comrades, "Meet Clara, managing the student council economy. Alicia, the enforcer of order and discipline. And Felicia, the guardian of health."

With polite greetings exchanged, we sat down for breakfast. An announcement echoed through the hall, interrupting the clatter of cutlery and conversation.

"All students of Blocks 11 and 12 are requested to assemble at the auditorium. This is a request from the 'Heaven Emperor'."

Leonard, bewildered, asked, "'Heaven Emperor'? Who's that?"

Yuki enlightened, "Dylan Leroy, Student Council President of the Chinese Branch of Cross Academy and one of the three emperors of IPO."

As breakfast concluded, we marched towards the auditorium, where a surprising sight awaited. Rows of girls stood where Block 12 was supposed to be, and there wasn't a single boy in sight. The unexpected scene left Leonard questioning the dynamics of this peculiar academy, where balance seemed to teeter on a delicate edge.

Leonard couldn't help but voice his confusion, "Hey Yuki, why are there no boys here? Are they supposed to be in a separate space? Come to think of it, I never really saw any boys in our block. What was all that about?"

Yuki, with a calm demeanor, explained, "Before you joined, Block 12 only had girls. Simply put, you are the only male student in our block."

As the murmurs of curiosity spread through the assembled students, all eyes turned to the stage at the auditorium. There, a young man stood, donned in 'Colombiana Musica' and an eye-catching royal formal attire. At first glance, it was evident he was no ordinary person, but what caught everyone off guard was his behavior—a Prince Charming smile that hid an unsettling aura.

Dylan, the enigmatic figure on stage, declared, "I am here to officially challenge 'Hime-san.'"

Leonard, bewildered, asked, "Hime-san? Who is that, Yuki?"

Yuki responded, "That's our student council president and one of the three emperors of IPO, Shimizu Ami, the sole survivor of the Bright Clan."

In the midst of the ensuing commotion, the girls of Block 12 gazed sympathetically at Dylan, sensing an undercurrent of tension in the challenge issued.

"Looks like a scared cat finally found its spine~~~," a mysterious voice echoed from the window. A girl, adorned with a masquerade mask and dressed in a different attire than the standard uniform, sat casually on the windowsill. "I accept your challenge; don't you dare back down in between."

Adding to the unexpected drama, a silver-haired man appeared seemingly out of nowhere behind Leonard, whispering, "Looks like fun."

The academy, already a labyrinth of intrigue and hidden dynamics, now hosted an unfolding spectacle that left Leonard caught in the midst of a storm, wondering just how deep the mysteries of Cross Academy went.

In the midst of the escalating tension on the auditorium stage, Yuki, with a furrowed brow, turned to the silver-haired man beside her. "Aren't you going to stop them? Or are you just going to watch?"

The silver-haired man, seemingly unfazed, shrugged nonchalantly. "Jeez, don't worry. It's not like Hime-chan is going to get hurt, and I don't care what happens to that spineless guy anyway."

Yuki, clearly in the know, turned her attention to Leonard. "Leonard, this is the Devil Emperor and one of the three emperors of IPO, Yuri Ivanov."

Leonard caught between curiosity and apprehension, extended a polite greeting. "Nice to meet you."

Yuri, with an air of familiarity, inquired, "By any chance, are you Prince Leonard?"

Leonard, surprised, replied, "Yes? Do I know you?"

Yuri, with a mischievous grin, revealed a connection that Leonard had not expected. "No, actually, I am a friend of Ahsrav. She once showed me your childhood photo and told me you guys were friends. So I just made a wild guess. Who knew that it would be true."

As the revelation hung in the air, the spotlight shifted to the Three Emperors of IPO—mysterious figures known not only for their enigmatic characters but also for their formidable fighting styles.

The narrative took a pause, leaving the readers hanging on the precipice of anticipation. "Let's meet in the next chapter with more fun and action. After all, the stage has been set, and all the actors are ready. The only thing left is for the game to begin and for the players to fall into their own roles."

In the labyrinth of Cross Academy, where alliances and secrets intertwined, Leonard found himself unwittingly drawn into a drama that promised not only suspense but also the unveiling of long-buried connections. The academy, once an enigma, now seemed like a chessboard with powerful pieces moving into position, ready to play their part in a game with stakes higher than Leonard could have ever imagined.