Chapter 9: Stupid Proposal
The butler, looking bewildered, tugged at his suspenders and asked, "So, are you going to take the flower arrangement class now?"
"No," Yuka explained, "my current supposing persona is someone who, apart from being good-looking, is utterly useless. I lack physical strength, have no psychic power, and can't pilot a mecha – seriously, I can't. I'll just scrape by with average scores of sixty and then get kicked out of the Combat Department, shifting over to History to be a lazy sloth."
And then, four years later, she'd return home to inherit a fortune.
Yuka nodded in satisfaction: "Perfect."
The butler: ...
UUA's cafeteria is entirely self-service. Yuka walked to a corner, sat down, and, ignoring the glances others threw her way, browsed the menu and ordered herself five plates of steak.
A chubby, intelligent robot brought the plates over. Yuka scooped up a big spoonful of mashed potatoes, ready to take a bite, then suddenly remembered her newly adopted persona.
She paused, pretended nothing happened, took a tiny bite, and then quickly scooped up a second spoonful, planning to compensate with speed.
Those who originally intended to chat her up lost interest after seeing her polish off five plates alone.
Yuka, sipping the seaweed soup provided by the cafeteria, overheard a nearby boy telling his friend, "She's so cute, why does she eat so much? Could she be a freshman in the Combat Department?"
The boy's companion nodded, speaking with an air of experience, "Only those with high physical strength eat that much. Never date a solo fighter; one punch from them could send you to the heavens."