Editing Kämpfer:Volume 2 Chapter 2 (section)

===First Day in Girls' Section===

Arriving at the women's section.

This was the second or third time I'd entered as a woman. Anyway, unlike before, I was entering legally this time.

The pass Shizuku gave me was incredibly useful. I passed through the security gate with ease and was in the girls' garden.

The girls' school is different from the boys' school. There are several buildings alone, with separate first, second, and third grades. Is this an extreme luxury or just a waste of construction costs? My goal is Class 4, Grade 2, the same class as me.

Wait, Class 4, Grade 2?

This has a bad feeling. Someone I know seems to be in Class 4, Grade 2. I start to sweat.

I walk heavily towards the second-grade building and run into our teacher, a woman who, until recently, was still a college student. She glances at me and simply says, "Go this way." It's unnatural, no matter how you think about it. Perhaps Shizuku told her to, so she didn't ask any questions. What a terrifying student council president! Her influence reaches so far that even teachers are affected.

The noise emanating from Class 4's classroom could be heard throughout the hallway. It felt different from the boys', more like small animals playing.

A bit nervous, I followed the female teacher into the classroom. Suddenly, the voices stopped.

All eyes were fixed on me, including a girl whose mouth was swollen with fear, her mouth forming an O.

I almost made a similar expression, but thankfully, my mental strength was mobilized in time, and my cheeks only twitched slightly. The girl I had frightened was Akane, and this was her class.

The typhoon, known as the "impact," uprooted the trees in my heart, leaving me in a state of desolation. My anger began to surge. Shizuku, that bastard, knew all about this, yet she deliberately assigned me to Class 2, Grade 4. Perhaps it was just because, "Your surprised face is so funny!" The same lame excuse.

Thinking calmly, it's hard to imagine Shizuku doing something like this for such a skit-like reason, but it was the only possibility I could think of at the moment.

The female teacher tapped the blackboard with her finger.

"Next is class meeting time. Um—this is Senou Natsuru, who has returned to school today."

Anyway, I saluted everyone.

"Please don't poke her with umbrellas, don't scrutinize her like she's a rare animal, and don't shake her desks while saying there's an earthquake. Senou-san isn't in good health, and if things go wrong, she might be suspended again. As for the seating, just..."

The female teacher suppressed a yawn and glanced around the room.

"Ah, whatever."

Such a casual woman! Can someone like that really be a teacher? Are you really not a professional gamer? But I don't mean that game designers are all casual.

The girls were silent; their gazes stung.

"...Thank you for your guidance."

That was all I said.

There was another silence. Then, from the back of the room...

"...So handsome."

After a pause...

"Ah!"

This group of girls, like South African thugs or Argentinian anti-consumerists, rushed towards me.

"So handsome, so handsome!"

"Super hot! How tall are you? How big are your breasts?"

"Do you have a boyfriend? If not, do you have a girlfriend?"

I was almost suffocated by the vortex of girls. The female teacher muttered, "Let's buy some games," and then left. Huh? Is this really okay during a class meeting?

More girls rushed in. Wow—why are so many people?

"Wait... wait a minute!"

I finally poked my head out.

"I... no, I'm just an ordinary student. If you ask me that, I'll..."

Although I was originally supposed to be a student returning to the Star Iron Acedemy <ref>Japanese: 星鉄, meaning "Star Iron" or "Iron Star." The high school setting.</ref>, I couldn't answer any of these questions. I didn't even think about excuses, but why was I so calm at a time like this? Ah—because I'm Kämpfer now.

"Great! Your voice is so charming!"

"You look like a man, so handsome!"

The girls surrounded me again, like hamsters running for food. If this was the case, today would probably end like this, surrounded by a crowd.

I tried to escape, but failed and nearly fell. All the girls were clinging to each other like crazy. They'll definitely be able to snag goodies at the sale someday, or maybe even consider a career in women's sumo.

Akane was also planning to come over to where I was, but she got stopped by a human tsunami and was trapped. It must have been a tough chore for her, so fragile. Even I was practically suffocating.

In the second-year, fourth-grade class of the girls' department, three people stood out.

"Senou-san, where do you live? Do you want to move near me?"

This girl, who had been prying into everyone's privacy from the beginning, was the most energetic of the group. At first glance, she seemed like a good student, so I'd call her "class monitor."

"So handsome, so handsome! I'm melting! Can I smell you?"

This girl, for some reason, was high, stepping a little further from my skirt. Since she looked a bit like the "class monitor," I'll call her "vice-class monitor." (A sly lily?)

"Senou-san, do you believe in gods? Even if you don't, it's still not too late to join our religion, or buy our pots on installment plans. You can even change your name."

There was also a girl who, even amidst the chaos, kept promoting a new religion. Even with a returning student (that's me) right in front of her, she remained completely unmoved. She was probably the weirdest person in the class, because all she talked about was money. Let's call her "accountant."

The other students are cute, but their personalities don't seem that striking. It's actually hard to tell who's who when there are so many of them. I wonder if I'll ever be able to call everyone by name.