Classroom Of The Elite Second Year Volume 2: Prologue
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CLASSROOM OF THE ELITE SECOND YEAR ARC VOL. 2
© Shougo Kinugasa 2020
Art by Tomose Shunsaku
Translator: Ayumi Miku
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Prologue: Monologue of The White Room Student
Present-day at Advanced Nurturing High School. The place is the first-year classroom.
In the classroom, a homeroom teacher takes a class in an inferior way.
Many students were supposed to be the same age as me and had difficulty solving a simple problem, making me sleepy.
Somehow, I have an illusion like someone put an adult into kindergarten with many stupid kids who can't solve a simple problem.
It's not unusual for me to think about how much time I wasted in this place to learn the things which I already know.
So, at times like this, I had thought of an individual person in my mind.
Because when I thought about that person, a certain feeling of hatred erupts from the depths of my heart and reminds me of a reason why I have to remain in this place. The power is naturally caged in my right hand, which always held the digital pad's pen and squeezed even tighter without any second thought.
When did I hear his name last time?
Even if I try to remember the time, it's hard to recall the exact date.
However, it certainly stuck in my memory as soon as I can remember.
There isn't anyone who studies in the White Room who isn't aware of Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
What is the reason?
The only reason is he was better than any other student regardless of class or age in any academic year.
Another reason might be that no one had ever surpassed the fourth generation White Room student called Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
As a result, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka became the perfect example of the success of the White Room.
He was just a little kid, but he had a significant impact on the entire White Room.
It wouldn't be an overstatement to say those of us in the fifth generation, a year below him, have been the most deeply affected by his performance.
The instructor of the White Room said the same words every time, like Ayanokoji, always left a remarkable legacy of excellence in a very extreme curriculum.
However, I was also the same as him. I continued to achieve outstanding results among the fifth generation.
I continued my attempts to prove that I was just another genius than anyone else.
Yet...I was never once praised for being a genius. I would not need to explain the reason for that anymore.
It was always the same cold words coming out of the instructor's mouth.
A year ago, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was much better than you.
No matter how hard I tried to achieve excellent scores in any exam, I still wasn't recognized.
The instructors just ordered us to catch up with an ungraspable existence, almost like a god.
There were also some of the students, who were from the same generation as Ayanokoji, admired him as the "Great Ayanokoji Kiyotaka", too.
These students came here to receive higher education to become the best, but they gave up on such a goal in the end. There's no way a student like them remains in the White Room until the end.
As a result, they dropped out in such a pathetic way that I didn't even need to make fun of them.
However, it is not as I have had that kind of weak thought in my mind.
Although I didn't worship him as a god and suspected "The God - Ayanokoji Kiyotaka" actually existed in this real-world or was just a fictional character created by instructors to motivate us.
The instructors probably have seen through my thoughts.
One day, I received orders from the instructor to go to one of the visiting rooms used by outsiders.
Even though it was through the glass, that was the first time I confirmed the existence of Ayanokoji Kiyotaka with my own eyes.
He was not aware of my presence through the other side of the glass. Still, as always, he left some impressive results.
To this day, I still remember how my body unconsciously trembled while I watched his appearance.
However, if someone asked me how I felt when I was looking at a God, I would firmly deny it.
That is not how it works. The existence of such a person or God is our enemy.
The word Worship was not right, but only Hate was a feeling that could make us feel better and help us to grow even more.
Yes, it was that feeling of hate that made my body tremble. It was the hatred I had for him and kept me in the White Room until the end.
But at the end of the day, the reverence, the hatred, and things like those were only the feelings or concerns of a few individuals.
For the people in the White Room, usually what individuals think was not necessary.
The ultimate goal of the White Room was not to create people who could become number one, but rather to establish the kind of research that could enable the mass production of extraordinary people who are exceptionally excellent in every field.
That was the real reason for the existence of the White Room.
It doesn't matter if it was Ayanokoji Kiyotaka or me. As long as it was a successful example, it didn't matter who it was.
And this is why failures are worthless.
In other words, if Ayanokoji Kiyotaka were chosen as the ultimate success story of the White Room, then what was the meaning of my existence, who was being studied till the point of exhaustion?
It would only be regarded as one of the many failures, as if my life were worthless.
Such a tragic ending to the road.
I'd end up in a very similar place where those students were eliminated.
How could I accept such a fate?
I had to prove somehow that the existence of Ayanokooji Kiyotaka is not number one in any way.
I need to be recognized in organizations as the most successful one.
And then, one day, a lifetime opportunity came up to me.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka disobeyed his superior's orders and refused to return to the recently activated White Room.
Thanks to his careless actions, there was a chance for me, who had never interacted with him face to face before, to contact Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
And the opportunity to finally make a move to bury him has appeared.
In order to do so, it's better to abandon the imaginary ideas of common sense.
To say it, killing him is one of the solutions to...... problems.