[Today's record completed. Evaluation for this entry: "S". Drawing reward.]
[Draw successful. Congratulations on obtaining item "White Gym Annual Membership Card (1:365)"][]
"Yes!"
Hearing the cold voice echo by his ear, Asakusa Tōru couldn't help clenching his fist hard.
An S rating!
All that over-the-top "little sister-chan, little sister-chan" nonsense was worth it after all. Aside from not outright naming names, he'd basically stripped Horikita Suzune down to her underwear.
Sure, the Story Index bonus probably played a part—but more than that, this was clearly the result of his own hard work!
But still… White Gym Annual Membership Card?
This is getting ridiculous, isn't it?
You're telling me this reward pool is really random?
Whether it's truly random or fake-random didn't matter. To Asakusa Tōru, as long as the reward was useful, it was a good reward.
And just from the name alone, he could already tell—this thing was going to be extremely useful.
Speaking of the White Gym, it was impossible not to bring up the White Room—also known as the White Facility.
A place that claimed to cultivate "absolutely perfect geniuses."
As the name suggested, it was a room constructed entirely of pure white.
That was the White Room.
However, the way it created so-called "artificial geniuses" was… questionable.
They gathered newborn children from all kinds of places, then from the very beginning attempted to "increase" learning efficiency by suppressing and erasing emotion.
After that came the step-by-step, level-by-level, endlessly escalating infusion of knowledge—
An elimination tournament.
Only those who survived continuous escalation and constant culling could remain as the "geniuses" they produced.
Those who fell behind.
Those who couldn't keep up.
Those who stalled.
All were eliminated products.
As for whether erasing emotion truly improved learning efficiency, Asakusa Tōru had no interest in debating it. That was simply how the setting worked, so he accepted it.
But honestly, the White Room's actual performance was just… so-so.
Aside from mass-producing physical monsters, he really couldn't see what qualified that place to call itself a genius factory.
It felt… inferior to Kamukura Izuru.
That aside, the White Room did have one thing worth mentioning.
Combat power.
Anyone who came out of the White Room—male or female—possessed physical abilities far beyond normal humans.
That was precisely why it earned the nickname:
The White Gym.
Now, back to the diary reward.
As usual, what landed in his hand was something that looked completely ordinary—a "membership card."
But the moment he focused his thoughts on it, its effects became perfectly clear.
[Name: White Gym Annual Membership Card (1:365)]
[Category: Limited-Time Item]
[Effect: Within a total of one day, you may undergo one full year of customized White Gym training. You may freely arrange your training schedule. After completing the course, you may choose to convert this card into a White Gym Graduation Certificate.]
[Note: "Do you even understand what 'Strength Supremacy Classroom' means?"]
As his consciousness sank into it, a prompt asking whether to begin the course quietly surfaced.
"Yes."
Asakusa Tōru softly gave his answer.
Just moments ago, he had still been inside his dormitory at Advanced Nurturing High School—but the instant those words left his mouth, everything around him silently transformed into a pure white space.
An incomparably bright white room stretched outward endlessly, empty and boundless, an overwhelming sense of unreality flooding into Asakusa Tōru's body all at once.
But before he even had time to marvel—
A figure abruptly refreshed into existence right in front of him.
A twin-tailed girl with purplish-red hair appeared before his eyes.
Emotionless golden pupils slowly opened, her flat, expressionless face seeming almost like a deliberate homage to her emotionless, poker-faced predecessor.
Before Asakusa Tōru could even react—
The instant she stabilized her footing, the girl snapped into motion.
A long leg clad in black thigh-high stockings swept out in a clean arc, and with a single turn—
She knocked Asakusa Tōru flat onto the ground.
"Guh—"
Despite how soft and slender that thigh looked, the force behind it was completely unexpected.
The pain of the impact, and the sensation of being pinned down by a bare foot wrapped in black stockings, were both vividly real—nothing like an illusion.
Under the cold, downward gaze of the girl looking at him from above, Asakusa Tōru's stunned brain finally began to catch up.
But before he could fully process the situation—
In a moment of disorientation, the world reset.
He was standing again.
And in front of him, once more, the twin-tailed girl in black thigh-highs refreshed into existence.
Without the slightest change—
The leg lifted again.
"Hey, hey, hey—once was bad enough, you're doing it again?!"
He threw himself backward, barely dodging the identical attack, panic immediately setting in as he started desperately evading.
"Wasn't this supposed to be customized training? Where's my coach?!"
He came to the White Gym to train!
Not to get beaten up!
No matter how great black stockings on a cute girl were, getting swept by them hurt!
However, the girl clearly had no intention of responding, continuing to launch attack after attack without pause.
"Wait—slow—stop—help—"
No matter how desperately he dodged, there was a limit.
Before long, Asakusa Tōru was once again pinned to the ground.
And as expected—
Everything reset again.
"..."
Letting the girl knock him down once more, Asakusa Tōru didn't resist this time.
After the reset, he moved instinctively, dodging based on memory—while finally beginning to organize his thoughts.
He knew this girl.
Amasawa Ichika.
One of the White Room's finished products.
Though she wasn't from the same generation as the so-called "Masterpiece," the time gap between them wasn't large.
Under normal circumstances, she would enroll next year as a first-year student.
But now—
He was seeing her here, ahead of schedule.
"Whoosh—"
Another sharp attack came in, the silent white room filled only with the sounds of her relentless assault.
…So she isn't the real one?
Emotionless eyes.
Unchanging expression.
No hesitation in response to his shouting.
Every reset reproduced the exact same opening kick.
I see.
So practical combat is the training, huh?
A flash of understanding crossed his eyes—
And once again, Asakusa Tōru was pinned under the girl's soft foot.
"—gh."
Can't fight back at all.
...