Cecilia Alcott is fuming.
Since the day her parents died, the blonde girl has been fighting and fending for herself against people and manipulators who wants her family fortune. It's the misfortune of being an Aristocratic like herself, sought by many.
She worked hard and fought tooth and nail to secure her inheritance against the leeches that wants to suck it dry. It was here she had gained the achievement of becoming England's IS Representative Candidate, a prestigious position as an IS pilot as it meant she's representing the nation. With the position secured and with her new backing, her inheritance is no longer in danger.
If they even try it, she's sure her Blue Tears can blow them away.
Yet now, all that hard work and sacrifice she had made is being tarnished by these two monkeys!
So what if they're the only two male IS pilots in the world. That's nothing special. What's the difference between them and female pilots? Nothing! Yet here they are, ruining this academy life of hers with their presence and taking privileges meant for them (hers).
"I refuse to this mockery, Ms. Orimura. It's humiliating to have one of these boys as our class representative and I will not stand for it."
"I agree with her."
"Yes, indeed. He-" Cecilia paused, stunned as she processed the words.
Meanwhile, Chifuyu raised an eyebrow at Amuro's words. She already knew Ichika would not put himself in the class representative position, he can't handle those kind of responsibilities on his own yet. But to her own surprise, this little genius is also taking the backseat.
Yes, this little genius.
In just one meeting, Chifuyu already suspected Amuro to be an genius of his own right. What she didn't expect in checking his background is something groundbreaking.
The boy is an engineering genius in robotics. It's reasonable as his father is working on one of Japan's robotics company. At a young age, he was already prodigy.
At 8, he made his own robot named Haro, winning a Junior robotics competition. His work was actually published and used for advanced AI development.
He then started skipping grades due to his intelligence. If Ichika was trying to get into a highschool, Amuro already had multiple college institutes vying for his name.
Then the Tokyo IS convention incident happened.
Chifuyu still cannot fathom what had happened there.
The convention is just a car show but with Japan's new IS models. It's the government's way of bragging and showcasing they're research and development against other countries.
Unfortunately it was disturbed by the incident caused by Amuro.
About 20 IS units in standby mode activated with no pilot. Each one responding to one person.
Amuro Ray.
This student of hers is truly a problem child. At least this one isn't much a headache as Ichika.
"Hooo? Care to explain, Amuro?" Chifuyu asked.
Amuro turned to her, giving her an unamused look. Seeing his expression, the older Orimura can't help smirk. Both of them already knew why both Ichika and Amuro aren't suitable for the position but Chifuyu purposely pushed him in the spotlight.
Amuro will remember this.
"With all due respect, IS academy is an all girls school. Our admission to the school is already a breach in the school rules but due to a 'special' case, we are here. Taking the position would also be theft to all the girls who worked hard to get here. Additionally, we are boys. Leading a class consisted entirely of female students is impossible and not to mention, inappropriate in social standards. As such, me and Ichika will not accept the position. Apologies."
The following silence was deafening.
Chifuyu was impressed. It was a masterful stroke of deflection of responsibility. She approves.
For the girls, they're all disappointed. They're wishes ungranted. As much as they want it, it seems like pushing it will be unacceptable and probably look bad for them.
Houki found it acceptable and appreciated the gesture for Ichika's sake. She knows he is too much of a doormat to be a Representative of the class and would just burden him more.
As for the one who started it all...
"Finally, some sense in this class." Cecilia huffed, happy to have proven her point. Especially when the subject of her ire backing off.
Typical of men. Weak.
"As you can see, Ms. Orimura. These men are unsuitable to lead the class. Not to mention how easily they backed off at the sign of responsibility, they don't the necessary ability to lead this class." Cecilia added with shades, something that Amuro dismissed.
She of course was right.
He wasn't a team leader.
He was a soldier. He follow orders and get it done.
Leadership is not suitable for him.
"Hey! No need to say that!" Unfortunately for Amuro, Ichika had other plans.
"Ho? Do I lie? With your current display today and yesterday, I think you Japanese me as weak." Cecilia retorted to Ichika, making the boy grit his teeth. Houki narrowed her eyes besides him at the antagonistic girl.
What's her problem?
"Who do you think you are?! Japanese men aren't weak!" Ichika said.
"Who am I?" Cecilia huffed, flipping her hair to him in dismissal to him.
"It shows that your truly uneducated. I am Cecilia Alcott, Representative Candidate of England. But of course someone like you would never recognize me." Cecilia proudly introduced herself.
Ichika is stumped.
Who?
Meanwhile, Amuro narrowed his eyes.
Things just got complicated.
"Well it doesn't-"
"Ichika, sit down."
Ichika looked at Amuro in surprise as he spoke. How can he not? He is using the same tone his sister use all the time she's pissed.
But Amuro was different. His voice quiet yet it cut through the class loud and clear, his voice echoing with authority. Gone was the aloofness and relaxed tone, replaced by coldness.
What's more scarier is the way Amuro looked.
Since yesterday, Ichika had observed him to be relaxed, concentrated or just being cold and unapproachable by everyone.
But today, it was replaced by uncanny sharpness.
Something dangerous.
"I-"
"Sit down."
Ichika sat down immediately. Amuro nodded at his obedience before turning towards Cecilia stood straight upon meeting eyes. She doesn't understand why but there's something dangerous in those golden eyes. Something shackled beneath and that is just waiting to be released.
"Apologies, Miss Alcott." Amuro bowed his head, surprising her.
"As I said earlier, both of us are unqualified for the Class Representative position. It is inappropriate and theft to the girls who worked hard to get here." He said. Then suddenly, his golden eyes fell upon her with some unseen weight.
"Still, it's inappropriate to belittle one's gender or nationality. You are England's Candidate Representative."
"Act like it."
Cecilia has no words.