Three Days Later
DXD World — Kuoh Academy
Student Council President's Office
Fugaku POV
"This is your appointment letter, Sir Fugaku."
Sona Sitri placed the document neatly on the desk and pushed it toward me.
She was a bespectacled young woman with a slim figure, black hair styled in a short bob cut, and sharp violet eyes that carried quiet authority.
Her body was well-proportioned, and she was dressed in the Kuoh Academy girls' school uniform, which suited her disciplined and composed personality perfectly.
I took the letter and smiled politely.
"Thank you."
She adjusted her glasses slightly, then hesitated. "Sir, may I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead," I replied calmly.
She opened a file and looked directly at me.
"Your scores in mathematics, physics, and chemistry are exceptional—far above academy standards."
"With results like these, why would you apply to be a Physical Education teacher?"
My smile remained unchanged, but inside I was grinding my teeth.
I only wanted to take the PE qualification test.
You're the one who forced me into written exams.I was planning to give the physical test, but she came out of nowhere and told me that a teacher should also know some basics of other subjects, and those basics were something even a professor from Oxford University would find difficult to solve.
She was clearly making things difficult for me so that I couldn't join maybe because I did not hide my chakra.
"Your score was perfect—100 points in each subject," she said, looking at me as if she could see through my soul.
"So," she asked again, "why Physical Education?"
I paused briefly and replied. "My childhood dream," I said, "was to become a ninja."
"I believe physical training is the best way to discover hidden talent."
"Ninja?" she repeated, confused.
I nodded.
"Yes. Warriors trained in martial arts who can use special techniques."
She looked taken aback, then shook her head lightly.
"I know what ninjas are from movies," she said."Your reason just surprised me."
"That will be all. You may leave." I stood up, walked to the door, then stopped.
"I also wanted to ask you a question," I said without turning.
She looked at my back, where the Uchiha clan crest was clearly visible on my coat.
"In this academy," I continued, "the Student Council seems to control everything, even the staff selection."
"Is the principal merely symbolic?" I asked.
For the first time, Sona froze. Then she answered carefully.
"Kuoh Academy believes in trusting its students."
"…I see." I left the room.
Behind me, Sona remained seated, her violet eyes thoughtful.
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Kuoh Academy — Hallway
As I walked through the corridor, I let out a quiet sigh.
The biggest problem in this world…
I don't know the timeline.
That was why I had come here—where the plot began And also to deal with Hyoudou Issei.
I wasn't some unreasonable brute who beat people without cause.
I had planned everything around Issei of this world, and I was planning to teach him manners.
This was a harem world, so the logic of our world was useless here.
Here, even if someone got naked in a battle, no one would think much about it. But what if I applied real-world logic to this place?
For example, if Issei peeked at girls—then beating him up was justice.
If he behaved lewdly in public—public humiliation was justified.
If he used abilities like Dress Break, then sending him to jail for a cup of tea was justified.
It was the simplest way to farm points, and considering that the plot of this world would end in a year or so, I wasn't wasting time here at all.
And it's not like I was stopping him from doing this when I wasn't around.
Inside a closed room, he could do anything.
And honestly—if even the sister of the strongest Demon King was willing to lose her virginity to him just so she wouldn't have to marry someone else, then stopping him from becoming a so-called "harem king" was impossible anyway.
The protagonist aura of Issei was far more terrifying than Naruto's.
Naruto suffered throughout his whole childhood and even lost his master.
Issei just screamed "boobs" and defeated gods.
As I was thinking the unfairness of plot armour—
Bump!
"Ouch…" a small voice sounded. I looked down.
A short girl with silver-white hair and golden eyes stood before me.
Her gaze was sharp, guarded, and cold—like a wary stray cat.
"Are you okay?" I asked, extending my hand.
She glanced at it briefly and then ignored it.
She stood up on her own and walked past me without a word.
Tap… tap… tap…
I rubbed the back of my head awkwardly.
"…Kids these days." But as she disappeared down the hallway, my eyes narrowed slightly.