The bus rolled to a stop, and I could hear the silent hiss of the doors opening.
Stepping out, I found myself staring up at the towering gates of Advanced Nurturing High School. A place I had only ever seen through a screen.
For a moment, I just stood there, taking it all in.
After that, I moved toward the entrance hall.
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I wasn't a fan of the entrance ceremony. A lot of first-years probably felt the same.
Too many long speeches, too much forced enthusiasm, and way too much standing around while people exchanged meaningless pleasantries.
By the time it finally ended, I was more than ready to leave.
The classroom hallways were packed with students, some chatting excitedly, others moving with the same lack of enthusiasm I had. Ignoring the noise, I navigated my way to Class 1-D and stepped inside.
The atmosphere here was different. Less formal, more relaxed. Some students sat quietly, while others immediately broke into groups, chatting like they had known each other for years.
I wasn't really in either category.
My gaze swept across the room until I spotted my assigned seat—middle column, third from the back.
The classroom was only about half full, but that didn't stop me from picking out familiar faces.
Further up, Kushida was already mingling, chatting with a group of girls like she was the class's social center.
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The first bell rang, signaling the start of the real school day. Almost immediately, the classroom door slid open, and a woman in a suit stepped inside.
She had the air of someone who valued strict discipline. Late twenties or early thirties, sharp features, long hair tied back in a ponytail.
Chiyabashira Sae.
The homeroom teacher of Class D.
"Ahem, good morning, new students. My name is Chiyabashira Sae, and I am in charge of Class D this year. I teach Japanese history—"
I tuned her out.
I already knew her entire speech. It was all standard Classroom of the Elite procedure.
Didn't mean I was going to ignore it completely, though.
'Jarvis, store everything she says. Just in case.'
[Understood. All information is being recorded.]
It wasn't like I planned to do anything crazy, but in a school like this, details mattered.
The period ended, and Chiyabashira-sensei left. That's when things started getting noisy.
The students, now aware of the 100,000 private points in their accounts, were buzzing with excitement. Whispered conversations turned into full-blown discussions about what to buy, how much they could spend, and whether this school was some kind of paradise.
And then, right on cue—
"Everyone, can you guys listen to me for a bit?"
Hirata Yosuke stood up, immediately drawing attention. His voice was friendly—the kind of tone that made people naturally want to listen.
He was about to suggest self-introductions.
I wasn't about to stand out, but I also didn't want to look anti-social.
'Jarvis, take over my body when it's my turn. Give an introduction that's just average enough to be forgotten among the forty students. Not too long to bore people, not too short to seem rude. Don't mess this up. I'm counting on you, bro.'
[Understood. Engaging auto-response mode when required.]
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I listened as the self-introductions went on.
Several students stood up and left the room, clearly uninterested in participating. Horikita was among them,
Then, finally—my turn came.
I barely had time to process it before my vision suddenly cut to black.
When I came to, I was already lowering myself into my seat.
I blinked.
'...It's over?'
[Yes. Your introduction was completed successfully.]
[Would you like a playback?]
I hesitated. Did I really want to know how it went?
'...Yeah, show me.'
[Initiating memory recall.]
Immediately, the scene played in my mind like a first-person video.
I stood up from my seat, my movements smooth but casual.
"Hey, I'm Miyamizu Yukio. I enjoy reading and watching movies in my free time. Looking forward to studying with all of you."
No awkward pauses, no unnecessary rambling.
I exhaled. 'You actually did it.'
[Of course. I optimized your introduction to be neither too long nor too short while ensuring it left no lasting impression.]
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After the introductions ended, most of the students went to their dorms after picking up their textbooks, while others headed to the stores to spend their newfound points.
The convenience store was packed. First-years crowded the aisles, excitedly spending their points on snacks, drinks, and whatever luxuries caught their eye.
I wasn't here for impulse shopping.
I walked over to the three free items per month section.
'Jarvis, check my surroundings. Anyone watching me?'
[Scanning... No individuals have their eyes on you. However, a security camera is directly overlooking this section.]
'Figures.'
The camera wasn't for tracking what students took—it was just there to prevent rule-breaking. As long as I followed the system, I had nothing to worry about.
I grabbed three of some important daily necessities.
Not bad. Now, for the real purchase.
I strolled over to the frozen goods section and picked up the most important thing—chocolate ice cream.
A lot of it.
Some expenses were non-negotiable.
But that wasn't all.
'Jarvis, what's the most cost-effective way to handle food here?'
[Analysis complete. Given the prices of store-bought meals versus ingredients, cooking for yourself will be significantly cheaper in the long run.]
'Thought so.'
Instead of wasting points on overpriced cafeteria meals, I headed to the book section and grabbed a basic cooking guide.
Then, I picked out essentials—rice, vegetables, some basic seasonings and other things.
A little effort now would save me a lot of trouble later.
With my purchases in hand, I checked out and made my way toward the dorms.
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After reaching the dorms, I wasted no time.
I dropped my bags near the entrance and took a moment to scan the room. It was the same as I had seen in the anime.
A bed, a desk, a closet, a small kitchen space with a fridge and a stove, and an attached bathroom—it had everything I needed.
I exhaled and rubbed the back of my neck.
[This living space is optimized for student comfort and personal development. While not luxurious, it is well-equipped to sustain an independent lifestyle.]
'That's one way to put it.'
I picked up the bags containing my groceries and free items and placed them in their respective spots. The toiletries went to the bathroom, the food into the fridge and cabinets. I could sort everything out properly later. Right now, I needed a shower.
Stepping into the bathroom, I took in my reflection properly for the first time.
White hair. Light blue eyes.
I ran a hand through my slightly damp hair, still not used to the change. It was definitely my face—just... different. Smoother, sharper, almost unnaturally clean.
'Jarvis, did my body change in any other way?'
[Aside from minor aesthetic adjustments, your height has increased slightly to approximately 175 cm. Muscle composition remains average, with room for significant improvement. No abnormalities detected.]
'Average, huh? We'll fix that soon.'
Pushing the thought aside, I undressed and stepped into the shower.
The hot water was a welcome relief, washing away the exhaustion of the day. The events leading up to this moment had been... insane, to say the least. One moment, I was in my room, and the next, I was waking up in Classroom of the Elite.
And now, here I was, standing under a shower in a world I had only ever read about.
If I stopped to think about it too much, I might just lose my mind.
So, I didn't.
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After drying off and getting dressed in casual clothes, I grabbed the cookbook I had bought earlier and placed it on the desk.
'Jarvis, read this entire book and store the information.'
[Processing... Complete. All recipes and cooking techniques have been stored.]
I nodded, satisfied—only for realization to hit me seconds later.
'Wait... I could have just watched YouTube, couldn't I?'
[Correct. Video tutorials would have provided a more efficient learning experience.]
I sighed, rubbing my temples. 'I swear, I might be an idiot.'
[Would you like me to analyze and confirm?]
'Shut up, Jarvis.'
[Understood.]
At least this meant I wouldn't have to flip through the book every time I wanted to cook something.
Speaking of which...
'Jarvis, let's test something. Guide my body through cooking a simple meal. Nothing crazy—just something balanced with protein, carbs, and vegetables.'
[Understood. Initiating guided movement mode. Estimated time: 30 minutes.]
The next moment, everything went dark.
When I regained consciousness, I was standing in front of the kitchen counter, holding a spoon in one hand and a pan in the other.
A perfectly cooked meal was placed neatly on a plate in front of me.
Rice, stir-fried vegetables, and a well-seasoned piece of chicken.
I blinked.
'...It worked?'
[Affirmative. The meal has been prepared following optimal cooking techniques.]
I took a bite.
It was good. Not restaurant-level, but definitely better than anything I used to make back in my old life.
This ability was going to be ridiculously useful.
Cooking? Done without effort. Training? Could be automated. Studying? Memorization was no longer a problem.
I was, in simple terms, cheating.
Grinning to myself, I carried my plate to the desk and propped my phone against the night lamp. Time for some anime.
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I scrolled through the available shows, intending to rewatch something I hadn't seen in a while.
And that's when I noticed something strange.
Some anime were missing.
At first, I thought it was just a licensing issue, maybe a regional restriction, but as I scrolled through the list, the realization hit me like a truck—this was 2017.
Some of the best series hadn't even been released yet.
No Violet Evergarden. No Darling in the Franxx. No Reincarnated as a Slime. No Bunny Girl Senpai.
My greedy brain kicked into overdrive.
This was huge.
If those stories didn't exist yet, that meant their authors hadn't even published them. And if they weren't published...
I could.
I put the spoon down, my thoughts racing.
Writing wasn't exactly my thing, but I remembered these stories. I had Jarvis.
Recreating them wouldn't even be that hard. Even if I couldn't copy them word for word, I knew the plots, the twists, the characters. I could tweak a few things, modernize them a little, and release them as my own.
If I played this right, I could build a light novel empire.
I exhaled.
'Jarvis, add this to our long-term goals.'
[Noted. Would you like me to start drafting outlines based on your memory?]
'Not yet. Let's focus on school first. But once I have free time...'
A smirk formed on my lips.
'We're rewriting history...'
'...Maybe that's too much.'
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With that in mind, I moved to my next goal.
'Jarvis, create a training plan for me. No equipment, just bodyweight exercises and cardio. I want to focus on speed, strength, and endurance. Looks are secondary, but keep them in mind.'
I could buy a gym membership. However, that would attract too much attention... probably.
[Processing... Optimizing routine based on desired results.]
A second later, a complete weekly training schedule popped up in my head.
Each day had different focuses—explosiveness, endurance, recovery. Everything was structured efficiently.
'This looks solid.'
[The routine has been optimized to build fast-twitch muscle fibers for speed, increase overall endurance, and maintain an aesthetic physique. Daily progression will be tracked and adjusted accordingly.]
'I'll leave it to you, then.'
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I lay down on the bed and stretched.
One last thing before I slept.
'Jarvis, wake me up at 4 AM. Get my body up, ready, and take me through the workout. When I regain consciousness, I want to be done with everything—workout, cooldown, shower. Also, transfer the memories to me after I wake up so I actually feel like I did it.' I thought shamelessly.
[Understood. Automating morning routine. You will regain consciousness at approximately 5:30 AM.]
Perfect.
With everything set, I let my body relax.
Tomorrow was the first real day of school. With that final thought, I drifted off to sleep.
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The moment I regained consciousness, I felt... good. Well, better than I expected.
My muscles ached a little, but there was none of the heavy fatigue that usually came after a workout. My breathing was steady, my body felt refreshed, and most importantly, I had all the memories of my training session.
[Workout completed successfully. Your body has adapted slightly to the routine. Minor soreness detected, but recovery is optimal.]
'So this is what it's like to train on autopilot...'
I stretched my arms, rolling my shoulders to check for any stiffness. The memory of push-ups, squats, planks, and sprints flashed through my mind, just like I had done them myself—which, technically, I had.
I had woken up at 4 AM, finished my routine, returned to my dorm, and taken a shower—all before 5:30 AM. That meant I had three hours before school started.
More than enough time.
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'Alright, let's be productive. Jarvis, memorize all my textbooks.'
[Understood. Begin scanning.]
I opened the books one by one, flipping through them at a steady pace. I didn't even need to read them properly. As long as my eyes passed over the words, Jarvis could process and store the information.
By the time I finished, every subject—math, science, literature, history—was neatly filed away in my AI's memory.
[All materials recorded. You now have an instant recall of every page.]
'This is too broken.' I thought.
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