Chapter Three: 'God' Has Allowed Me to Live Another Life, So I'll Make It Everyone's Problem
[Application Form]
"Good day, I came to submit this form."
Standing in front of a desk, against the backdrop of fuzzy lighting, Morgan illuminated the room.
Inside a modest room.
Not too big nor too small, but rather, a medium, almost cramped yet cozy room.
Aside from the desk positioned behind, alongside its matching chair,
In front of that, a wooden table and two couches facing each other.
The faint smell of polished wood lingered in the air.
"I see. Morgan Sinclair-san."
The student council muttered under her breath as she went through the form.
'So they had one.'
Morgan thought.
A student council.
No, he knew they had.
But if one looked at it from one standpoint, everything he knew about this world was about its main structure.
Or as people like him would call it—
Plot.
But yes, if he looked at it, there was nothing much they showed outside that of Shidou Itsuka's life.
However…
Now, he was standing in front of a student council president that shouldn't have mattered at all…
People like her were the unknown.
'The world revolves around him, but at the same time… it doesn't, huh?'
His gaze lingered on her.
Straight black-haired woman with glasses framing her face, Morgan thought that.
Paradoxical in a way.
He is the Spirit Savior.
Without him, the world would be doomed, yet every person he mostly interacted with were the Spirits.
At least…
Other than his classmates he was familiar with, the same couldn't be said about his connections with other people.
"What is it?"
Her voice cut through his thoughts.
The student council president's eyes narrowed, a faint trace of suspicion,
Rather, curiosity, crossing her face as she noticed him staring.
"It's nothing. Just admiring you."
Morgan said matter of factly.
By no means was he trying to flirt with her or to be smooth. More or less, he spoke what came to his mind at first.
"...that was corny, wasn't it."
Naturally, he'd expected a reaction, but.
"Hou?"
A green light.
Fucking scored.
The student council president blinked as her expression appeared briefly stunned before softening into a thin, knowing smile.
"Thank you very much."
After that, she took a stamp, and with a stamping thunk, she approved his application.
Morgan stared speechless for a moment.
Of course, he didn't think he was going to get a positive answer.
Regardless, he noted this down.
This world is strange.
No, even before this world, many worlds were strange in that sense.
Morgan himself theorized this after Shidou pointed it out.
—The small, nonsensical things that somehow made perfect sense here.
For instance: how was he able to speak perfect Japanese?
If one looks at it,
It lies in the logic of the world; in other words, how the world created by their Author operates.
Not only him,
Out there are other scenarios where a transfer student from another country is able to speak the native language of another country so fluently.
… while this is strange.
It had its advantages.
"Thank you very much, Ms. –?"
"Kirisaki Tsubaki."
"Alright, Kirisaki-kaicho."
Morgan took the form from the table, raising it slightly as he gave a cordial nod.
Turning on his heels, he then continued to walk towards the door.
But Tsubaki, huh?
No, other than their closeness in resemblance, there was nothing else. Sifting his head slightly, he continued.
Exiting the room, Morgan let out a long sigh.
… right.
With the Eurasian side gone, the population count should have reduced to some extent.
Even if it weren't explicitly stated…
Fifty spacequakes happened in Japan alone.
So what about the rest of the world?
"Surely, this is not a JJK situation where cursed spirits appeared only in Japan."
Morgan muttered under his breath, hands in his pockets as he walked down the quiet hallway.
The logic didn't add up.
Strategically,
when thinking about it,
it should hold some merit.
Especially when you factor the neighboring world with this world. The only problem would be…
"Oh, Sinclair-sensei."
Morgan froze mid-thought.
"I've told you—it's Sinclair, not Clair. And stop bothering me. I've already told you about the deal, haven't I?"
Unfortunate.
Of all people to come across,
Tonomachi Hiroto.
Sure, the odds of running into a classmate after school weren't zero… but statistically, fate was really pushing its luck today.
'To be honest, he's a chill and honest guy, and I like him, as a guy, but…'
Morgan thought, watching the boy jog up beside him.
He paused, expression flattening. 'Well, too honest.' That guy.
"So? Where are you off to?"
Tonomachi asked, peering curiously at him.
"Kendo-club."
"Kendo?"
Tonomachi blinked, stopping in his tracks. His jaw hung slightly open as he watched Morgan continue toward the stairwell.
He glanced at the hallway window that displayed the late afternoon skies already beginning to paint an orange hue.
… right.
It was already that time.
Classes had ended, and club schedules had mostly taken over.
For those not participating in club activities, however, could leave the school if they so wished.
–it was the perfect hour to head home.
Tonomachi had just assumed Morgan would be one of those people. Unexpectedly enough,
He was proven wrong.
"I really thought."
He stroked his chin.
Now that he looked at his back, Morgan really doesn't strike him as that type.
Especially with the unmotivated look of his.
Guess he was wrong.
"…But that place?"
He murmured, brow furrowing slightly. Transfer students weren't expected to join clubs immediately.
It wasn't mandatory either.
Well, who was he to speculate?
Shooting down his own thoughts with a quiet "gah," Tonomachi waved lazily toward the front.
"Tomorrow then."
Already nearing the staircase that led down to the next floor, Morgan lifted his hand in a brief, wordless wave in return.
And that was that.
He continued on, the sound of his shoes echoing softly against the polished floor.
The school had more than enough space for its clubs and facilities spread across multiple wings.
Including a sizable gymnasium he'd passed once or twice.
Judging from what he remembered, that was where most of the training took place.
A single building serving as a hub for everything from sports to cultural activities.
Divided neatly into four sections:
volleyball, basketball, various extracurricular programs, and finally—
'Found 'em.'
At the farthest corner of the gymnasium.
It was a group of people wearing the standard kendo gear, the mask and their bamboo swords in full swing.
"Haa!"
"Put more strength to it!"
A female voice resounded, alongside a couple more. Each and every one of them moved in sync as they swung.
Naturally, with how crowded the entire place was. No, rather than crowded, the gym was large enough.
Heck, there was unused space still around.
And, not to mention, the air conditioning system.
…how to put it?
Is this world rich? Answer: yes.
'Well, there are quantum manipulating machines as well as 'Spirits' and a whole different world neighboring this world.'
With a sigh, he strode.
"What's with that sloppy swing!? Surely my grandmother in her late nineties can do better!"
"…and you! What's with that gay-ass belt! State your affiliation this instant! I know you not!"
Morgan paused, looking forward.
His jaw almost dropped.
The leader was a woman dressed in her kendo gear; even with how baggy the outfit was, he could identify her figure through it.
Light brown hair tied in a ponytail, as well as a ferocious glare aimed at the club members.
She looked less like a high schooler and more like an instructor drafted straight from a martial arts film.
"Can I turn back now?"
Morgan contemplated rescinding his form application and maybe his bad life decisions.
But the moment he pivoted halfway, his shoes squeaked across the polished floor.
Skii—
"Who goes you?"
She turned. Immediately as she did, they both locked eyes.
And just as fast, her gaze fell onto the paper in his hands.
"Hou? Would you look at that."
"You over there."
Morgan's brows tightened. No way in hell she just used the 'kisama' word on him.
Before he could even form a reply, she continued.
"Nice to have you, newbie. I'm the club president. Kagarike Haruka."
She had—eh… quite the burning eyes.
The kind that reminded Morgan uncomfortably of a certain Quasi-Spirit.
Not to mention—
"How—"
Morgan paused as realization dawned on him.
He was clearly missing information here. Tch. Maybe he should've asked Tonomachi after all.
As much as that thought pained him.
Still, he could infer enough.
"Shortage?"
"You…!"
Bullseye.
Morgan hit the nail on the head.
That's how she knew he was a new member, his clothes and paper, and him being there was a dead giveaway.
However, his guess seemed to have left quite the impression on the club president.
Though not a good one.
Her expression darkened before it then twisted into a grin.
"Hehehe… to think a newbie would challenge my authority on his first day."
She laughed.
However, it was a laugh far from cute or refined or anything ladylike.
It came from someone akin to a terminator from hell. That was how it felt.
Looking at her again,
…right. Morgan now remembered.
'So that's it! She's related to that Quasi-Spirit. That one Dominion in the Neighboring World, what's her name again.'
Yes.
Kagarike Haraka.
That was her name.
Quasi-Spirit and ruler of the Dominion of the Fifth Region Gevurah and also the master of Tsuan.
Another Quasi-Spirit from the Neighboring World.
'That means this world is still interconnected with that world, and it's possible.'
Morgan let a small smile slip.
However,
"Crap, he's smiling at the president."
"A newbie on top of that."
"He's asking for it."
Most of them were male, and by the time Morgan would realize it.
Haruka was already looking over with an excited expression?
No, could that predatory gaze really be called excited? No change.
'I just shot myself in the leg, didn't I?'
"Come, newbie."
Kagarike Haruka's grin widened as she lifted her bamboo sword and pointed it his way.
"Let's have a spar."
Because of course, like her 'relative' in the Neighboring World, Haruka was a woman who loved battle.
'She's not gonna back down, is she?' Morgan pushed a quiet sigh. In the first place, he wasn't trained to duck a fade.
As such...
"Fine then. Let's have it your way."