Chapter 25: Chaos in the Gym
A powerful angelic voice rang out above the chaos.
"Let him go! He’s just concerned about the vending machine!"
The crowd paused.
The prefects froze.
Even Akira stopped mid-wriggle.
Heads turned in unison toward the source, and for a moment, the entire cafeteria held its breath.
She stood with a slightly stiff posture near the cafeteria doors, as if unsure whether she should have spoken at all. But there was no mistaking the presence she carried.
Tall, athletic, and sharp-eyed, she wore the standard Academy uniform with rolled-up sleeves that clung to lean, powerful arms. Her long, dark hair was tied back in a low ponytail that swayed with her movement, and her fists were still taped from morning combat drills.
Her curves were generous but not flaunted, her stance balanced yet guarded like a fighter used to being watched, but never knowing what to do about it.
The light from the ceiling caught her just right, highlighting a worried, awkward expression on her face. Her soft lips were slightly parted, eyes bright with concern, as if she truly couldn’t understand why anyone would tackle someone who clearly just wanted to help.
"Damn it, are my eyes playing me? Is that... Is that Tifa from FF7?!" A first year boy muttered and rubbed his eyes.