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Elena walked silently into the rows where the students stood with her friends, watching as the new professors arrived. Some wore kimonos, others militaristic uniforms, yukatas, or even ordinary clothes.
There were many of them, all shapes and sizes: an old kappa, a young woman with long blue hair and yuki-onna bloodline, and more.
Among them, the director stepped forward—a tall, slender man with short silvery-white hair and gentle blue eyes.
"Yo! How's everyone doing? I know you're all nervous, but please relax! It'll be just fine! Waaah, I'm so excited! And kind of nervous too, haha!"
To the shock of everyone present, he was nothing like the strict, disciplined figure they had expected. Instead, he seemed to take everything far too casually.
"Hahaha, what's with those faces? It's fine, daijobu daijobu, my beloved students!" he said with a bright chuckle. He wore a white shirt, black pants, and a black leather jacket. He looked no older than his mid-twenties.
