Two weeks had passed since then.
It was now late September, and the summer heat had begun to wane. On an autumn day where the cooler season seemed to be just around the corner, I found myself summoned to the faculty room.
"Akaya, were you trying to cover up a crime?"
"No, not exactly."
The faculty room, year-round, was a place where you could enjoy the same unchanging scenery.
Fractar Osmond, as usual, was busy making a student's life miserable by forcing them into crushing debt, twisting their entire life plan beyond recognition.
"I decided to check on the Sword Saints Club, and what did I find? Blast marks, and walls, floors, and ceilings in tatters. And when I investigated the boys' dormitory, I found the ceilings riddled with holes!"
Recently, Skill Tree-kun had been particularly energetic. So energetic, in fact, that it frequently punched through ceilings. Having too much energy, it turns out, can also be a problem.
