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Coming out of the Ideal Human Project, Mizuhara Ayato was referred to as the 'perfect human'. However, life was not so simple for this unfortunate boy. Stuck between other genius students and a meritocratic high school, Mizuhara would find himself unable to live a calm life.

Who really is Mizuhara Ayato? 

Apathetic, listless and uncaring, will anyone ever make Mizuhara feel something? Even in the harsh conditions of the Tachibana System, he shows no signs of struggle.

Is he the ultimate proof that nurture is stronger than nature?

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Sara Fujiharu, the cutest girl in the school, is also known as the 'Seatmate Bully'. Every few weeks, the class seating changes and every time, Fujiharu-san gets a new target. What's her goal? To make the boy sitting next to her fall in love, and once she does, she destroys their heart, crushing their love.

Why does she do this? I still don't know.

It's March 23rd, the day of the seating change. So far, ten boys have fallen for her traps, her playful attitude, and her innocent face. Not a single boy so far has managed to brush off her attacks-and every single time; their weak hearts have been crushed.

Now it's my turn.
However, my heart is not so easily played with.
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Gifted Academy: The Perfect Student

The surroundings were quiet, with only the looming buildings in sight. As I walked towards the school's main building, I took a deep breath of fresh air. The cool breeze tickled my skin, and I felt invigorated.


I didn't glance back to see where Kinoshita went, but I felt that she was still watching me from afar.


With each step, I made my way to the school's main building. The hallways were deserted and devoid of any noise, except for the sound of my footsteps echoing in the vast space. Upon reaching the classroom door, I stopped and slowly reached out for the handle.


Suddenly, a voice pierced through the silence and disrupted my peaceful thoughts.


The voice belonged to someone standing behind me, but I didn't bother turning to look.


"Sure," I replied casually and picked up the pace, though not too fast, as I was not one to be easily swayed.


Sanctity of Peace - Part 3