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Laws of the School
Sometimes, rules aren’t seen by those who look — but by those who notice.

Seiyo Academy — an elite school with a flawless reputation. But behind its polished walls lies a system where order is maintained not through knowledge, but through a delicate balance of power, strategy, and hidden decisions.

Takumi is a student who prefers silence over noise, observation over action. He doesn’t seek the spotlight — yet finds himself at the center of it, as the school launches a series of trials that can reshape students’ futures… or quietly destroy them from within.

Trust, loyalty, pressure, and calculation.
In this world, the winners aren’t the strongest — but the most perceptive.

The game has just begun.

Laws of the school

The school felt quiet—too quiet.

Three days had passed since the topic of the parameter vanished from conversations, as if it had never existed.

But we knew: this was only the beginning.

A new notice appeared on the main hall screen:

> "All 2nd-year classes. The trial begins tomorrow at 09:00. Details will be revealed upon arrival. No preparation required. Attendance is mandatory."

Because now, it wasn't just our class involved. It was everyone.

That evening, panic erupted in the class group chat.

— Are they going to split us into groups again?

I knew a bit more than they did. But not enough to feel safe.

The room was dark. The wind rustled outside the window.

And in front of me — a list of names. One by one. Not just from our class. All of them.

And among them — at least six figures whose actions could change the entire outcome.

I didn't know all of them. But I could feel their presence.

The next morning, we were brought to the central hall — a place used only for key events.

Four classes. One hundred and nine students.

The supervisor stepped onto the stage.

— Welcome, — he said calmly. — From this moment, the Competitive Phase begins.

— You will fight for your class's honor.

— The class with the lowest result will lose one student.

A whisper rippled through the crowd.

Someone swallowed hard. Someone clenched their fists.

— Within each class, roles have been assigned. Only you will learn who you are.

— Your task is to lead your team to victory. How you do it — is up to you.

— The trial lasts for three days. Good luck.

As we left the hall, I noticed a few students from other classes exchanging glances. No words. No signals.

But one look was enough for me to know — they were already playing.

Someone was gripping a folder too tightly. Someone looked away.

In this game, the winner isn't the strongest.

The first figures on the board