Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The First Question

"Um..."

"What's wrong?"

"Yuuji, when was the Taika Reform again?"

"You're a third-year now, and you still don't know? You really are dumb, Shouko."

"We haven't been taught that part yet. You're just too smart."

"It's easy to memorize. Just remember 'Accident-Free Reform'."

"'Accident-Free'?"

"It's because no accidents occurred during the Taika Reform. Make sure you remember that."

"I will."

"It happened in the year 625."

"All right, I've memorized it."

"Good. Make sure you remember."

"Don't worry, I won't forget."

The First Question

Please answer the following question:

To reduce the weight of frying pans, magnesium is used in the manufacturing process. However, this will cause an undesirable result when used in cooking. Describe what happens, and name an alloy that could be used to replace magnesium.

Himeji Mizuki's Answer:

"A violent chemical reaction will occur when magnesium is exposed to direct fire, causing it to burn. Duralumin could be used to replace magnesium."

Teacher's Comment:

Correct. The question specifically asked for an alloy, so answering "iron" would be incorrect. You weren't tricked.

Tsuchiya Kouta's Answer:

"Because the gas bill wasn't paid."

Teacher's Comment:

This is irrelevant to the question.

Yoshii Akihisa's Answer:

"Futuranium could be used (<- it'll be super hard)."

Teacher's Comment:

That hasn't been discovered yet, has it?

This is my second spring here in Fumizuki Academy.

To welcome new students, both sides of the slope leading to the academy were filled with dazzling, flowering cherry blossoms. I'm not the type of elegant, classy person to stop and appreciate them, but it was just so beautiful that I couldn't help being mesmerized.

That happened for just an instant, though.

Certainly, my mind was filled with thoughts of spring, but they weren't about cherry blossoms. I was eager to know my new classroom and my comrades of war, whom I will be sharing the class with.

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"Yoshii, you're late."

A stern voice greeted me once I reached the gates. I turned my head and looked at the direction of that voice. An athletic man with a lightly tanned complexion and short hair was standing there.

"Ah, Iron- I mean, Mr. Nishimura, good morning!"

I bowed my head slightly as I greeted him. After all, he is the demonic counselor, Mr. Nishimura. You're definitely in for trouble when he calls your name.

"Did you call me 'Iron Man'?"

"Ha ha, you're just hearing things."

"Oh, really?"

That was close; I nearly called him "Iron Man" like I always do.

By the way, he was nicknamed "Iron Man" because of his hobby of entering triathlons. Of course, his habit of wearing short sleeves even in the coldest winter contributed to that as well.

"That aside, you're not going to greet me only, are you?"

"Oh, sorry. You look pretty dark today."

"Are you more concerned with my skin tone than a proper apology for being late?"

"So that was what you meant... I'm sorry for being late."

"Good grief... You just never learn."

He let out a sigh as he mumbled that. From what he said, it made me sound like a regular offender for being late.

"Sir, I don't always come late, do I?"

He was our homeroom teacher last year, so he should know the number of times I was late for school.

"Never mind, just take this."

He took an envelope out of a box and handed it to me. My name, Yoshii Akihisa, was clearly written on it.

"Thanks."

I nodded politely to him and took the envelope.

"Why is the school handing out the results of the placement test in such a troublesome way? Wouldn't it be easier to just post it on a bulletin board?"

It seemed to me to be very inconvenient, putting each student's result into an envelope and handing them out personally.

"We would have done that if we were just another regular school, but our school is the first one in the world to use such a cutting-edge examination system. This is the reason we're handing out the results individually."

"I suppose so..."

I answered him as I fumbled with the envelope. Which class would I be placed in? I can't wait to see.

Second-year and above students of Fumizuki Academy are allocated into different classes, from Class A to Class F, depending on the class examinations. To put it simply, geniuses would be in Class A, and idiots would be in Class F, with everyone else in between. Your level of intelligence will be indicated by your class placement. In order to protect my manly pride, I will do whatever it takes to not be in Class F.

"Yoshii, to tell you the truth..."

"Hm?"

The envelope was glued shut, and I was still trying to open it.

"After a year observing you, I had been wondering: Could Yoshii really be an idiot?"

"You're greatly mistaken about that, sir. I would have to add 'Moron' to your nickname if you were being serious about that."

I wasn't trying to brag. I didn't study much for last year's examination, but I felt pretty good about how I fared in the exam. Surely he must have changed his opinion of me when he saw my results.

"Indeed. When I looked at your results, I realized how mistaken I had been."

"I'm glad to hear that."

I just couldn't peel it open. Oh, well, guess I'll have to tear the top part off.

Which class will I be in? Is it Class D? Maybe Class C?

"Be glad, Yoshii. My doubts for you have completely disappeared."

I unfolded a piece of paper inside, and read the words written on it:

"Yoshii Akihisa - Class F"

"You really are an idiot."

Thus, my life in the worst class began.

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