The female teacher with the appearance of a twelve-year-old, Tsukuyomi Komoe, and the female gym teacher with enormous breasts and who wore a jersey all year long, Yomikawa Aiho, were walking along the corridor. Lunch break would be over soon.
"So they say that a neko-chan's brain is roughly the same as 1½-year-old human's. Academy City's curriculum begins at 5-years-old at the earliest: this conclusion was drawn from the neko-chan's being unable to use abilities… This was the basis of Isoshio-san's thesis from the Kirigaoka Female College, but—"
"Seems like a lie to me. How would you even know if a stupid animal's ability manifested itself? Well, the irregular ability development is the gimmick of that place. It wouldn't be strange if various ideas like that came flying out of the place."
Yomikawa halfheartedly swung around her bundled black hair, while she said, "Kirigaoka is where that runaway girl under your care is from, right? What's up with her?"
"Tee-hee. When Himegami-chan enrolled in the school dorms, it was a little lonely, but since Musujime-chan came, it's fine now. She must've had a bad experience over there, but Sensei will wait for her to tell me. Because it's different from doing housework, she can study better now."
"Oh really?" Yomikawa let out an admiring, honest tone.
"My freeloader heartlessly left rather quickly. He didn't even leave a note. I get the impression it had something to with the scrap of paper I found this morning from Nagatenjouki Academy. Seems like he got into the dorms over there."
"Eh! They are said to be the number one when it comes to ability development! Look at this year's Daihaseisai festival, they even beat Tokiwadai Middle School and became the champions."
"Maybe, but still. Somehow, it doesn't make sense; for other freeloaders to go where yours left from seems unnatural... well, there are various things over here, too."
Be it an argument or whatever else, each one respectively took charge as Komoe-sensei and Yomikawa's classes were next door to each other.
They may have been the same class grade, but the atmosphere—or so to speak, the "color" of the classes—was different. Yomikawa's way of ending lunch break was to gather up the next history book and the like about five minutes before the end, and use the remaining time to show each other homework assignments. Her being in charge of gym had nothing to do with history. It was said that the history teachers were crying in their minds from happiness.
Komoe-sensei's class on the other hand…
"It's settled!! Everyone's going out for Sukiyaki tonight!!!"
"Doooh!" Like after lost time in a goal in a soccer stadium had been decided, a cheer could be heard. That loud cheer toppled Komoe-sensei. Even the glass windows in the hallway were shaking from it.
Komoe-sensei struggled to get up.
"Waaaah! Yo-Yomikawa-sensei, I tried to take control of the class earlier, but I'm sorry—!!"
Komoe-sensei jumped into her classroom, all shook up with anger.
Looking at her back, Yomikawa sighed and felt dizzy.
"It's fine. It looks like it's just a stupid issue…"