I deleted the chapter and fix some of the problem.
I normally use Ai to fix grammar and mistakenly paste it twice. Sorry about that.
If they are error you notice then tell me so I can fix it.
I am currently unsure of what to do in deciding.
Should I add Campione and other supernatural like JJK, Dandadan, Gate?
Or Just keep as Action and thriller series like Jormungandr, Black Lagoon, John Wick, Sakamoto Days, Ptjverse, Hanlim Gym, Baki, Kengan Verse and other stuff.
The problem I see with Campione is MC being too Op and the other series like Black Lagoon, Sakamoto days becomes irrelevant.
If I keep at reasonable power scale like Sakamoto days level then any series recommendations?
Also, I decide not to give system since it's overuse.
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Yuko leaned over the chart, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "This… doesn't make sense."
Shizuka blinked, peering over her shoulder. "Is it wrong?"
"No, it's not wrong, it's just—too perfect." Yuko tapped the pen against the paper.
"His vitals, stamina index, muscle reaction times… it's like his body is operating at a level even trained athletes struggle to maintain consistently."
She turned toward Shun with narrowed eyes, half-suspicious, half-intrigued.
"So? What's your secret, Mr. Too-Good-To-Be-True?"
Shun offered a modest shrug, towel draped over his shoulders.
"Wake up early. Jog. A few workouts. Balanced meals. Nothing special."
Yuko stared at him. "Seriously? That's it?"
Shizuka pouted slightly, scribbling on her clipboard.
"I do that too and my blood pressure still spikes when I'm nervous…"
Shun chuckled softly, keeping his expression casual. "Guess I'm just lucky."
But inside, he was already running calculations—Yuko's reaction wasn't just playful curiosity. She was sharp. Attentive. Too focused for a simple school nurse… or even a regular hospital one.
As Yuko jotted down a few more notes, Shun's mind shifted gears.
In an instant, he constructed a mental simulation: an isolated hospital office, late at night. The smell of antiseptic and iron in the air. Yuko stood across from him, unarmed. But her stance was relaxed—too relaxed.
Begin.
He advanced. Fast, controlled. A feint to the left.
Yuko moved—not with the panic of the untrained, but the precision of someone used to chaos. She ducked under his feint, spun behind the desk, grabbed a metal tray like it was second nature, and launched it. The tray ricocheted, grazing his cheek—not enough to injure, but enough to sting.
Shun smirked in the simulation. Interesting.
He picked up speed, closed the distance, aiming a soft but calculated strike. She dodged. Again. And again. Her footwork was clean. No wasted movements. Her counterattacks were meant to delay, not injure—meant to survive.
'She fights to escape. Not win.'
But in this simulation, Shun allowed himself no real speed, no killing intent.
'If I tried…'
He rewound the moment. This time, he moved with purpose. One step, and she never saw the second. Her body froze in place mid-move. A clean hit. One she'd never see coming.
Dead. In under three seconds.
He ended the simulation, blinking once.
Yuko gave him a look, like she could see through some of his surface calm.
"Well, since you're just so perfect, maybe you should come by Mochizuki Hospital sometime. That's where I work. We could run a few deeper tests, get a better read."
"A personal invitation?" Shun teased, smirking.
She grinned, unbothered.
"Only because I want to poke holes in your 'perfect health' theory. And maybe figure out if you're part android."
Shun met her gaze, his smile sharpening just slightly. "Sure. I'll visit."
'That would be a good excuse.' He thought to himself.
'Mochizuki Hospital… if it's connected to Black Label, it'll be a good place to start sniffing around. And she's definitely not normal.'
Shizuka called him back to reality, her voice soft.
"Uhm, you're done. Just… get dressed, please."
Yuko had a slight smile as she finished scribbling notes.
"Don't forget. Mochizuki. I expect to see you."
"I'll be there," Shun replied, calm as ever—but his thoughts were already planning two steps ahead.
The physical examination ended, and soon after, the class was ushered into the gymnasium for the fitness test. Inside the locker room, the air was filled with rustling fabric, locker doors clanging shut, and the hushed murmurs of male students as they caught sight of Shun changing.
"Dude… look at his back muscles."
"Bro's built like an anime protagonist."
"Even his abs look symmetrical!"
Shun, ever calm, ignored the chatter. He slid into his gym uniform—fitted just right to highlight his toned arms and lean frame. He adjusted the sleeves with practiced grace and strode out of the locker room, completely unbothered by the envious stares.
Out in the gym, Yor Briar stood near the testing equipment with her clipboard in hand. She wore a navy tracksuit that couldn't quite hide her curves and long legs. Despite her usual elegance, she was a bit clumsy—almost tripping over a box of cones as she welcomed the students.
"Ah! S-Sorry! Haha… okay! Everyone line up for the grip strength test!"
Shun walked up first, his eyes briefly locking with hers. "Need a hand there, Miss Briar?"
Yor laughed nervously, waving him off. "No, no, I'm good! Just… a bit tired from this morning's prep…"
"Or maybe you're just flustered being around me," he teased gently, his voice low and teasing—but still respectful.
Yor blinked, her cheeks warming. "W-What!? I—of course not!"
But Shun saw it—how her fingers trembled slightly as she tried to write on the clipboard. That little reaction told him everything.
He squeezed the grip meter casually, setting a respectable—but not outrageous—score. Yor blinked as she checked it. "You're strong…"
"I can be gentle too," he murmured just loud enough for her to hear, his gaze briefly flicking up to meet hers.
Her pen slipped from her hand.
He smiled innocently. "Oops."
Moving on, Shun continued through the stations.
Flexibility? He bent with perfect posture, his body folding like a dancer's, all smooth control and poise. A few girls in line—Lilysa, Sumire, and even Miku—watched him a little too long.
"Geez, is he even real?" Lilysa muttered under her breath.
Miku pouted, arms crossed. "He's showing off."
"I think it's elegant," Sumire added softly, cheeks a little pink.
Side-stepping? Shun barely made a sound, his movement fast, agile, precise. It drew soft gasps from Marin and Yanagi, who were pretending not to watch.
Sit-ups? He lay down without asking for a partner, planting his feet and crossing his arms behind his head. His body moved like clockwork—no wasted effort.
Yor walked over, biting her lip. "You sure you don't need someone to hold your legs?"
Shun looked up at her from the mat, a glint in his eye. "If it's you, I might lose focus."
Yor covered her mouth, coughing into her fist.
"Ahem! T-Ten more!"
Long jump. Shotput. Handball throw. All executed with precision—but held back, just enough to be impressive, not supernatural. Shun knew eyes were on him, but he wasn't just showing off. He was calculating—who noticed what, how they reacted, who'd try to get close.
Finally came the 100-meter dash.
"Shun, you're up against Marin, Yanagi, and Ako!" Yor called out.
Shun stepped to the line. Chika beamed. "Yay, we're racing! I won't go easy!"
Yanagi smirked. "Try not to trip staring at him."
Marin rolled her eyes. "Focus, girls."
The whistle blew.
Shun didn't sprint his hardest—but he ran with grace, his stride perfectly balanced. Ako squealed, nearly stumbling. Marin clenched her jaw, trying to keep up. Yanagi, annoyed at herself, pushed harder.
Shun crossed first, just barely ahead. He turned around, breathing evenly, and offered a hand to Ako, who'd nearly tripped.
"You okay?"
She blinked up at him, flustered.
"Wha—y-yeah! Thanks…"
Yor walked over with a towel. "You didn't even break a sweat," she said, teasing.
Shun took the towel and leaned in just slightly. "Guess I'll have to make you sweat instead."
Yor choked on air, flustered as Shun walked away coolly, towel slung over his shoulder.
Behind them, the girls watched, expressions ranging from flustered to jealous.
"I swear… he's dangerous," Marin muttered.
"I like danger." Yanagi replied, not hiding her grin.
Eventually, time passed, and Shun's routine became deeply interwoven with the lives of the girls around him.
During lunch, he always made time for his female classmates—Miku Nakano, Lilysa Amano, Komi Shouko, Yanagi Uzaki, Marin Kitagawa, Ako Tamaki, Maria "Masha" Kujou, and Sumire Yoshizawa—along with Alya and the rest of the Nakano sisters.
Their lunch table had become a daily routine where every after classes, he helped them study—always patient, never condescending. Ako grew more comfortable asking questions, even if she still avoided eye contact when flustered. Miku had started opening up more, quietly asking Shun about Japanese history while sneaking small smiles when he praised her knowledge.
Lilysa often roped him into anime discussions, sometimes sketching while he spoke. Yanagi would make bold, teasing comments, often nudging Marin to join in her flirty antics, while Sumire observed quietly, taking mental notes of everyone, sometimes blushing if Shun caught her staring.
With Komi and Miku, he continued attending the Calligraphy Club, where Sayuki welcomed them warmly. The club room became a space of quiet growth, where Komi found her voice—albeit still on paper—and Miku slowly grew more confident about her passion.
Sayuki kept a close eye on Shun, occasionally catching herself smiling at his interactions with his frmale classmate.
Meanwhile, his involvement with the student council deepened. Kaguya became more intrigued by him, often challenging his intellect while trying to understand his enigmatic charm.
Ai Hayasaka, sharp and calculating, began to realize she was more affected by Shun's composed nature than she cared to admit.
Chika bonded with him over shared moments of randomness and fun, while Shirogane and Ishigami slowly began to respect and trust him, even if they couldn't quite figure him out yet.
At first, Shun had planned to explore the Sctool, hoping to locate more potential anime characters hidden among the students of the school.
But he decided to focus on nurturing what was already in front of him. And with each passing day, those bonds only grew deeper.
Now it was Saturday and the first week ended, Ai was currently looking through the information that he gathered in regards to Shun Satsujin. She found out that he was an orphan in Russia and grew up until he was adopted but information about who adopted him was redacted and she has no way of knowing about it.
However, what Ai managed to get is that Shun had worked odd jobs under his adopted parents but mostly hotels. She noticed there were pieces missing and wouldn't know anything about him unless she was able to get the information from him.
Ai decided the best course of action is to make him attached to her. Unbeknownst to her, she could have come up with a plan but due to Shun deception and seed of seduction made her change her decision.
"He's hiding something… but what exactly are you?" she murmured to herself.
The logical next step, according to her training, was simple: manipulation. If she couldn't get the information directly, she would earn his trust, plant emotional anchors, and make him lower his guard. Once attached, he'd be more vulnerable to revealing his secrets.
Yet—Ai's fingers stilled.
Why was it that every time she tried to plan out the manipulation strategy, her thoughts would trail off to how he looked at her? Calm, unreadable, but with a certain warmth that made her chest tighten. His words—harmless on the surface—lingered in her mind longer than they should've. And that smile… it felt like he knew.
'Did he already sense my plan? Did he turn it around on me without even trying?'
The idea was ridiculous. Ai Hayasaka did not get charmed. She was the one who controlled the board. Yet here she was, rationalizing that maybe… just maybe… it wouldn't hurt to be close to him for real. That maybe the best course of action was to let herself get attached. After all, gaining his trust would still benefit her goal, wouldn't it?
Why was it that every time she tried to plan out the manipulation strategy, her thoughts would trail off to how he looked at her? Calm, unreadable, but with a certain warmth that made her chest tighten. His words—harmless on the surface—lingered in her mind longer than they should've. And that smile… it felt like he knew.
Unbeknownst to Ai, Shun's subtle glances, his carefully chosen words, and the ever-so-gentle pull of charisma had already started to take root. The seeds of seduction were sown—not through seduction in the traditional sense, but through mystery, confidence, and a sense of genuine warmth that made it difficult to tell whether he was friend, threat, or something more dangerous.
Still, Ai wasn't one to rely on instincts alone. She needed confirmation—proof of what kind of person he truly was beneath the charm.
Which is why she made a decision.
If she wanted to understand him, she would have to follow him—see where he went when he was alone, who he spoke to, and what kind of life he lived behind the surface he so carefully maintained. It wasn't just for curiosity's sake. It was for Kaguya. If Shun posed even the slightest threat to her, Ai needed to know before it was too late.
"…I'll observe him directly. And if he's dangerous—then I'll deal with it."
With her usual precision, she began laying out a quiet surveillance plan, preparing disguises, routes, and contingencies. But deep down, a strange unease crept in. Because a part of her—just a small part—felt an odd thrill at the idea of watching him, of seeing who he really was when he thought no one was looking.
And the game between them had only just begun.