Chrome Shelled Regios

by Shūsuke Amagi

  "The new rule that only allows new students to be armed after half a year is because some of them don't understand where they now are......This is unbearable. It's a huge amount of work for me to settle things every year.

  But, there were still people who used weapons. Sometimes a single fight could turn into a battle that would draw blood.

  To the Student President who had been smiling bitterly but talking in a straightforward and frank manner, Layfon could only respond confusedly.

  "Speaking of which, a General Studies student who managed to outdo Military Arts students. You must have some skills in the Arts area, don't you?"

  "It's just a hobby. Um......"

  Silence from the Student President made Layfon swallow.

  "If yours is just the level of a hobbyist, then we ought to increase our admission standards for the Military Arts course."

  The news about the fight between Military Arts students at the opening ceremony had spread to new students in other courses. New students arriving at Zuellni constituted a diverse background. Besides the students getting involved in the fight, there were foreigners whom nobody liked. The dangerous atmosphere spreading out from the Military Arts center was influencing students from other courses.

  The rioting atmosphere also affected the General Studies area. Students closer to the fight scene bumped and crashed into each other while escaping, igniting the adolescent anger sleeping in male students.

  Just when everything was about to get out of hand, a huge noise echoed throughout the hall.

  Immediate silence followed, and all eyes turned to the source of that noise.

  Where the two students who started the commotion lay immobile on the floor with Layfon standing between them.

  "That was just luck. They were blinded by anger and didn't even notice me."

  "Yes, yes."

  Karian happily nodded at Layfon's excuse. He was smiling with his face, but not his eyes. Again, Layfon felt the Student President had seen through him.

  Honestly, this wasn't a comfortable feeling.

  While bearing the pressure that he felt would force him into some dangerous place, Layfon attempted to end this conversation.

  "Since I haven't done anything wrong, I'm returning to class."

  "You can't!"

  Karian prevented Layfon from turning his back to him.

  The short denial halted Layfon's footsteps.

  "As I said, I've no intention of punishing you, Layfon Wolfstein Alseif."

  The title in between name and surname caused Layfon to raise his eyebrows.

  "......What does that mean?"

  "I don't care if you continue to play the fool. Here's a suggestion. Layfon Alseif, how about changing from General Studies to the Military Arts?"

  "What?"

  "Luckily, there are now two empty slots in Military Arts thanks to those two troublemakers. We have a rule here preventing students from bringing the issues of their home cities into the academy. Those who signed the contract and broke it during the opening ceremony don't have the right to be fighters. The blame for the riot is on them, so I've already banished them in the form of their 'voluntary withdrawal' from the course."

  "No, please wait."

  The two students were not important to Layfon.

  "I don't plan to change majors."

  He clearly conveyed his opinion. To switch to the Military Arts......don't kid him.

  "I came here to study General Studies."

  "Military Arts is a study area too. No, no matter what course you're in, General Studies is compulsory till third year. Even if you pick General Studies, you still have to specialize in something after three years, so you aren't learning different things by switching."

  "The problem doesn't lie there."

  "So what is the problem?"

  Faced with that question, he found his breath being caught in his throat.

  "......I have no interest in Military Arts."

  "I see," Karian gave an exaggerated nod. It was clearly an act. The expression in his eyes hardly changed, just a twisted curve of happiness.

  "Besides I'm on a scholarship. I've already applied for a job and studies. I've got to work in my spare time. I won't have enough energy left for Military Arts."

  "I see. That's a good argument."

  Karian was only agreeing with his mouth. He didn't look persuaded at all.

  He took out a document from a drawer.

  "Um, Layfon Alseif, D-Rank scholarship, part-time work and studies. Your job is to clean the Central Mechanism Chamber......I see, this is a taxing and time-consuming job. Do you know that the cleaning takes place while the city rests from after sunset to past midnight? A lot of working students hate cleaning there. It's hard work and the hours are terrible. Do you get it? The pay isn't too bad, but the work is toilsome. Every year, numerous students apply to work somewhere else, or leave the academy for not passing the scholarship assessment. And the scholarship you have is D-Rank. Have you ever considered that you'll be spending all of your pay on school fees?"

  "Yes, it's just as you said."

  "Frankly, won't it be hard to pass six years like that?"

  "I'm confident in my physical strength."

  Karian's smile changed. Karian was full of smiles in Layfon's eyes, and something that felt like a favorable feeling towards Layfon came through.

  "Ah, perhaps you're right. You should have confidence in your physical strength. That's exactly why I wish you would change to Military Arts."

  "What for?"

  "Do you know of the Military Arts Competition between Academy cities?"

  "......Nope."

  Karian spoke without any disappointment in Layfon's lack of knowledge, "To put this simply, the Competition takes place once every two years."

  Layfon could guess what Karian was getting at.

  "This is a habit of cities. I've no idea what the alchemists were thinking, but cities fight for territory every two years. What's more interesting is that they only compete with the same type of cities......I could only say that the cities were made too well."

  Although the cities were fighting for territories, it was actually the people living in the cities who carried out the fights.

  "Sure, it's called the Military Arts Competition, but in reality, the competition is the same as......the wars that takes place between normal cities."

  War. Layfon's expression turned grim.

  "Of course, our goal is to conduct a student-like all-encompassing fight. The Alliance of Academy Cities supervises every fight. Non-lethal weapons are used. Swords are sheathed. Anesthetic bullets are used. But since it's a war, there's no much difference between what the winner obtains and what the loser loses. It's not as tragic as a real war, but the ending is the same."

  "Is this the city's......life?"

  "Yes," Karian nodded.

  Cities have awareness. They're alive. They need food to keep on surviving. Even though they are machines, they need energy to maintain their functions.

  The source of a city's life......is their food, a type of metal called selenium.

  "Selenium is a metal born after the earth became polluted, and so it's easy to obtain. To put it simply, you can probably find it by digging at the earth over there. But that's a dangerous action with filth monsters around. Besides, we can only obtain pure selenium from mines with a certain level of energy."

  So, the winner took possession of the mine and the loser lost it. While increasing the prosperity of their own piece of land, people were reducing the lifespan of another piece of land.

  "When I first entered the Academy, Zuellni had three mines. Now it's down to one," Karian sighed.

  Meaning Zuellni had lost in the last two competitions and its Military Arts level was much lower than the neighbouring cities.

  "It's doubtful on how much pure selenium we can mine from that remaining mine. I plan to send some alchemists over to investigate the next time our city nears it."

  "In o
ther words, if we lose the next time, there's no backup plan?"

  "Exactly. The cities determine the topic of the upcoming Competition. We can't not participate."

  'If we lose......' Just the thought made Layfon shiver.

  Even if a city loses all of its mines, its functions won't stop because it has an emergency reserve of selenium.

  But that could only delay the inevitable for a short time.

  The city would die. Humans would have lost space to live. Once a city dies, it returns back to the earth. People can't salvage it.

  To have a city die of starvation was the same as its people dying of famine.

  Thinking of that, a sudden shiver shook Layfon's cold body. The city he had just arrived in would die. He didn't have much of a link with this Academy, but the possibility of the city dying was terrifying.

  When a person was young, if he found out that the city he lived in could die, he'd have been scared enough to tremble all over. That experience would be the same for everyone.

  Hearing that the fear he felt in his childhood could become reality, Layfon felt he really was like his childhood self, trembling all over.

  But, even so......

  "I......"

  To fight...... I can't do that.

  Yes, let's say that.

  With determination, he lifted his gaze, preparing to refuse the Student President watching him from the desk.

  But, the words wouldn't come.

  The Student President watched Layfon.

  The smile on Loss' face had disappeared. The emotionless expression appeared to be too calm. This contrasted with the icy gaze of his pinning Layfon.

  To the breathless Layfon, Karian spoke, "I'm graduating this year. As long as this remains an academy city, no one can stay here after graduating. This means once I graduate, I'm not linked to this place anymore. But I really like the academy. Don't you think it's sad to lose your favorite thing even though you can never set foot on this piece of earth?"

  "It's natural to want to protect what is precious. For one who goes mad with love, don't you feel that it's their fate to reach their goal with whatever means possible?"

  A light smile appeared on the countenance of the Student President. Just that. It was his way of joking in a solemn situation.

  "Your scholarship will be raised to Rank A. All your fees will be waived. You will only need to earn for your living. If you aren't keen on fashion, you won't need to spend much, so you don't have to force yourself to clean at the Central Mechanism Chamber. Is that all right?"

  Rationality told him not to nod. But his instinct howled for him to nod.

  And then, Layfon left the room with swaying steps, holding a Military Arts uniform that had somehow been placed into his hands.

  A few minutes after weakly closing his door, there came impatient knocking on his door.

  "Come in."

  It was a girl in Military Arts uniform. A girl with short, golden hair. A girl with determination and resolution.

  "Sorry for intruding."

  A pair of sharp eyes rested beneath neat and thick eyebrows. Those eyes watched the Student President with challenge. The sound of the harness clasped around her waist accompanied her every step. What was inside the harness was not a sword, but two rod-like things. The threads on the harness indicated she was a third year student.

  The girl stood straight before the desk and her gaze met the Student President's.

  "I'm a third-year in Military Arts, Nina Antalk. I heard you're looking for me?"

  "Yes, I'm looking for you."

  Karian smiled.

  "What is it about?"

  "Have you found enough members?"

  The sudden question caused Nina to furrow, but she checked her attitude and replied, "Not yet."

  "Yes, I thought so too. You haven't yet sent me the report on your team members since the day you took the application form. The opening ceremony ended. If you don't hurry up and produce your team member list, you won't be able to participate in the next City competition. In that case, you'll become the lowest-level soldier in the next round of platoon competitions."

  "Excuse me, Student President. Hasn't the opening ceremony been delayed?"

  "It's been cancelled thanks to other schedules. It's a shame. I won't call everyone to the hall again. Because of this year's Military Arts competition, there are lots of things to do."

  Nina's face fell. She kept silent.

  "I think it's enough to observe the new students at the opening ceremony. What do you think?"

  "No one is suitable. Everyone was affected too much by the atmosphere. You can't tell what'd happen in a battle. I want someone who can observe calmly without getting caught in the confusion."

  Nina had been watching the entire commotion today. Every new Military Arts student was affected by the two who started the whole thing. Violent expressions on their faces said they wanted to join in and make the mess even bigger.

  To get caught up by the enemies like that was the same as digging their own graves.

  "Is there really no one suitable?"

  Nina didn't reply immediately. Her confused gaze moved up and down.

  "No......"

  In her hesitation floated up the image of the new student. The one who suppressed the two troublemakers without anyone knowing. He suppressed the center of the commotion to prevent the violent emotions from spreading, and at the same time, he exaggerated his act to threaten people who were caught up in the commotion. She found his response very certain.

  But......

  "He's in General Studies."

  That new student wore the uniform of General Studies. This way, he couldn't participate in the competition.

  But the Student President smiled happily.

  "Yes, that was true, until now."

  "......What does that mean?"

  "He's just transferred into Military Arts."

  A disapproving expression appeared on Nina's face.

  "I can't waste such good material."

  "So you ignored his wish?"

  "I didn't ignore it. I showed him the highest level of sincerity. He should be quite satisfied with it."

  "Really?"

  Nina understood how hard the Student President's attitude could be. Last time during the Student President election, Karian wasn't nominated, yet at the time when he gloriously became a candidate, he had waged a rare intelligence fight with his opponents, causing them to all lose.

  "It doesn't matter what the truth is. What do you think now that he's in Military Arts? That's the only answer I want to know."

  "What is it to be? At this rate, you won't have enough members. Do you plan to experience the same shame as before, but now as a low-ranked soldier?"

  Nina clenched her teeth together.

  "I have no such intention."

  "Then what should you do? I think the answer is clear."

  Karian slid a document on the desk to Nina. It was a resume with the name "Layfon Alseif" written on it. The document was clearly in the structure of a resume, along with a close-up photo of Layfon.

  "Please excuse me."

  Having taken a glimpse of the document, Nina turned her back to Karian and left the room. He smiled at the back of the girl who didn't give him a reply.

  Alone once more, Karian took out a new document and laid it beside Layfon's resume. It was also a resume, but with the name Nina Antalk on it.

  "If things go well, this will become the strongest team. The problem is how to operate it......" he murmured. He didn't look cheerful at all.

  On the way back to his classroom, Layfon changed into the new uniform in a health clinic he found. The Student President threatened him that if he continued to walk about not in uniform, he'd be considered as committing a fraud.

  Holding the uniform of General Studies, he entered the classroom to collect his bag. From a uniform he hadn't gotten used to yet to another unfamiliar uniform...... He wasn't yet familiar with this uniform, but it gave him an
intriguing feeling.

  Also, the new uniform fit him perfectly.

  "Damn, this must have been planned!"

  Walking in the corridor, Layfon couldn't help but curse out loud. His height and weight were standard for a male of his age, but his right arm was slightly longer than his left. His General Studies uniform had been fixed to cater for that difference, but how could the Military Arts uniform given to him on a spur of the moment decision be such a perfect fit?

  Meaning – the truth can't be changed.

  "Why......How did they find out?"

  Anxiety filled him. He came here to major in General Studies, to seek a world that had nothing to do with Military Arts, but on the first day of his arrival, he had once again stepped into that world he wanted to leave behind.

  "Ah Ah! Why didn't I refuse him? I'm such a coward......a coward!" Layfon shouted.

  Only the opening ceremony was on today, so nobody was in the corridor. Without considering, he shouted again, "How should I have put it? That Student President's too scary! What kind of gaze was that? It really terrifies me. How could I have resisted that type of person?"

  Having let it all out, Layfon arrived at his classroom. Ah, meaning his classroom would be different now. But the Student President didn't mention that at all? What should he do? Layfon opened the door.

  The door opened and the scene inside the room entered Layfon's sight.

  "Ah!"

  That sound came through.

  There were still students in the classroom.

  "Look, look. He really is in Military Arts. Yeah~~ It's my win. I'm lucky --!"

  One of the girls jumped up in excitement. Chestnut colored hair, tied into two tails on each side of her head shook with her movement.

  Only three girls were in the room.

  Their curious gazes were glued closely to Layfon without reserve. Layfon halted his steps.

  "Why! Wasn't he wearing a General Studies uniform? That was deceptive," said a red-haired girl. She wore the same uniform as Layfon's. And like Layfon, the empty harness swayed around her waist.

  "I don't have a General Studies uniform. Hey, just what is that about?" she questioned him as if she was bringing him to account.