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Who: Students, teachers, officials, various members of the press.
Where: Chitoku campus, meeting hall, then classrooms.
When: Tuesday, April 5, the first day of spring term.
What: Introduction and classes.
Like so many other things on the campus, Chitoku's main meeting hall was impressively huge, clearly able to hold more than the nearly thousand students, faculty, and press assembled within.
Perhaps even stranger than this was the fact that it was two stories underground.
Of course, there was an explanation ready: it doubled as an emergency evacuation site in case of an earthquake--or worse. While it satisfied the inevitable questions from the press, it likely didn't make the situation feel any less strange to the students who had--by and large--neatly filed in and taken their seats. Homeroom assignments had already been given, so with the students, teachers, press, and attending officials in their respective places, it was just a matter of waiting for the man of the hour--or at least the next fifteen minutes.
Principal Yosehira Norihiko was a distinguished gentleman, tall and trim and already going grey at the temples in his late forties. He took the podium once the initial murmuring had faded, and regarded the assembled crowd with a sort of general benevolence, in sharp contrast to the stern-looking Ministry of Education officials with whom he shared the stage.
"I would like to welcome you all to Chitoku Academy for the Gifted," he began. "This day is the culmination of years of tireless effort by the best our nation has to offer. I am honored and humbled to be a part of this project--it will surely be an essential cornerstone of the new Japan we are all striving to build."
He turned his eyes on the sea of uniformed students, seated in careful rows on benches behind the VIPs. "It is my hope that you, our pupils, will learn from their example, and teach those who will come after you in turn, to create a chain of loyalty and harmony between the greatest minds of each generation.
"In the wise words of Emperor Meiji: 'bear yourselves in modesty and moderation; extend your benevolence to all; pursue learning and cultivate arts, and thereby develop intellectual faculties and perfect moral powers'." The quote from the Imperial Rescript on Education had certainly not been used in such a high-profile setting since its abolition after the war, and hearing it resound through the hall now set many astir.
"That was his wish to his subjects, and that is ours to you now: to live up to the name of your school by cultivating both learning and virtue, and to become credits to your nation." And with a long bow, he ended his remarks and left the stage, allowing those better trained than he to deal with the press to take their questions.
Where: Chitoku campus, meeting hall, then classrooms.
When: Tuesday, April 5, the first day of spring term.
What: Introduction and classes.
Like so many other things on the campus, Chitoku's main meeting hall was impressively huge, clearly able to hold more than the nearly thousand students, faculty, and press assembled within.
Perhaps even stranger than this was the fact that it was two stories underground.
Of course, there was an explanation ready: it doubled as an emergency evacuation site in case of an earthquake--or worse. While it satisfied the inevitable questions from the press, it likely didn't make the situation feel any less strange to the students who had--by and large--neatly filed in and taken their seats. Homeroom assignments had already been given, so with the students, teachers, press, and attending officials in their respective places, it was just a matter of waiting for the man of the hour--or at least the next fifteen minutes.
Principal Yosehira Norihiko was a distinguished gentleman, tall and trim and already going grey at the temples in his late forties. He took the podium once the initial murmuring had faded, and regarded the assembled crowd with a sort of general benevolence, in sharp contrast to the stern-looking Ministry of Education officials with whom he shared the stage.
"I would like to welcome you all to Chitoku Academy for the Gifted," he began. "This day is the culmination of years of tireless effort by the best our nation has to offer. I am honored and humbled to be a part of this project--it will surely be an essential cornerstone of the new Japan we are all striving to build."
He turned his eyes on the sea of uniformed students, seated in careful rows on benches behind the VIPs. "It is my hope that you, our pupils, will learn from their example, and teach those who will come after you in turn, to create a chain of loyalty and harmony between the greatest minds of each generation.
"In the wise words of Emperor Meiji: 'bear yourselves in modesty and moderation; extend your benevolence to all; pursue learning and cultivate arts, and thereby develop intellectual faculties and perfect moral powers'." The quote from the Imperial Rescript on Education had certainly not been used in such a high-profile setting since its abolition after the war, and hearing it resound through the hall now set many astir.
"That was his wish to his subjects, and that is ours to you now: to live up to the name of your school by cultivating both learning and virtue, and to become credits to your nation." And with a long bow, he ended his remarks and left the stage, allowing those better trained than he to deal with the press to take their questions.
Homeroom: 1-ro
The woman was small and mousy, with a bland voice and an utterly forgettable face. But she skimmed down the list of students, and looked across the classroom, her eyes came to an abrupt halt on one name--and one person--in particular.
Granted, that was probably not unusual for Chloe. But the way the woman's eyes hardened, and the way she tried and utterly failed to cover it up with a smile, were utterly incongruent with her overall mildness.
Re: Homeroom: 1-ro
Instead of looking down or away like she usually would, Chloe instead steeled her gaze and looked her homeroom teacher in the eye. They said that your eyes were a window into one's soul, and if that were true, she hoped that this teacher saw even a glimpse of the fury that she kept hidden away. The German hoped that this Kiwanami saw just how unafraid of her she really was.
Re: Homeroom: 1-ro
But the look that followed was almost worse than the first. For she meant the smile now, the corners of her lips lifting that little bit more, and her eyes narrowed. Just try it, it seemed to say. Come at me.
And then it was gone, and Kiwanami clapped her hands together, the sound sharp in the silence that had momentarily settled. "Now, let's do some self-introductions so we can all get properly acquainted! You're first alphabetically, Miss Abendroth--" the name was mangled, Japanese-fied beyond all recognition "--so why don't you start?"
Re: Homeroom: 1-ro
The German stood when called upon, standing at her full height and squaring her shoulders. She bowed as was the Japanese tradition, and when she spoke, her voice was in an even tone.
"I am Chloe Abendroth. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am from Germany, and I specialize in piano. I look forward to this year with all of you."
She then nodded, and silently sat back down in her seat. That was probably going to be the longest bit of dialogue she spoke all year. On top of that, she spoke in fluent Japanese with only a very slight hint of an accent. It was surprising how convincing she made that introduction sound even though most of it was a lie; it was not a pleasure to meet them, and she was not looking forward to this year at all. Yet none of that registered on her emotionless face. Instead, she looked calmly at the teacher, waiting for her to call on the next student.
Re: Homeroom: 1-ro
Miyume tried to catch Chloe's gaze and gave the other girl a sympathetic and encouraging smile while she waited for her turn.
Re: Homeroom: 1-ro
Some snickered at the comment, some showed no reaction, and a few were quietly awkward--but it was clear that no one in the room would be coming to Chloe's defense. "Now, shall we move on? Hazama-san, I believe you're next."
Re: Homeroom: 1-ro
When Kiwanami called on her, she stood up slowly and calmly, hands clasped demurely in front of her.
"My name is Hazama Miyume," she began in a sweet, cloying tone that seemed to coil slowly through the classroom like an invisible serpent. "I come from Tokyo. I specialize in creative writing and I like to write stories a lot! It's nice to meet you all."
She glanced shyly at Chloe, smiled, and gave a cute little bow to the class that would put an idol to shame. Then she sat back down.
Re: Homeroom: 1-ro
As fast as it had come, her expression quickly faded back into the stoic mask she wore on a daily basis. The German gave a polite and, dare she say, a somewhat grateful inclination of her head to Miyume as she sat down.
Re: Homeroom: 1-ro