When I was younger, I caused quite a stir among Japanese high society. I was hailed as a prodigy in both piano and dance, and I even won a few awards.
My dance teacher was Japanese and married to a Russian man, which allowed me to receive an award overseas. However, after my parents' divorce, I stopped competing. That doesn't mean I stopped dancing; it's just that my grandfather was the one who really wanted me to win those competitions, and since I'm no longer with him, I felt a sense of freedom.
I've continued to practice both skills, and they have the highest level among all the others. Now, thanks to my reputation and a few calls from my father, I have received permission to take the entrance test for Kyoto University.
To gain admission, two tests are required: a general test and a specific one for the faculty I wish to enter. In my case, several executive officers have requested something more from me. I need to achieve a score of 80 or higher.
My father explained that this isn't just about the score; as a young boy pursuing a degree, some members are questioning the validity of my application. Achieving this score will help change their minds. Fortunately, thanks to my exceptional study skills, I can prepare efficiently and likely achieve this even if I only spend two hours a day studying.
There's also another peculiar request I have. If I want to be truly heard, I need to aim for more than just an 80 on the test. I am determined to ace it. A perfect score of 100 has only been achieved three times in the last 20 years, and I want to be one of those few.
It will be challenging but not impossible. If I want to succeed, I need to give it my all.
"Pleased to meet you, I'm Mafuyu Kirisu, and from today on, I will be your teacher."
I must utilize every resource at my disposal.
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**POV: Mafuyu Kirisu**
I aspired to be a professional figure skater. I trained day and night, dedicating myself to my dream, even as my friends began to drift away from me. I was someone with a dream—a dream that would ultimately remain just that: a dream.
During the first month of my last year of high school, I suffered an injury due to a mishap. After a month of treatment, I was able to walk again without any problems, but I could no longer skate. My dream was gone.
Since then, I have just continued with life. Everything felt more subdued, and the vibrant colors of the world around me began to fade. My parents were preoccupied with my situation, but we never discussed it. I focused on maintaining good grades, and I was one of the top five students in my class.
As I sat there, bleakly contemplating my future, a boy came to our school and went to speak with the teachers. I noticed him talking seriously with the vice director, handing her a flyer. While he was conversing in the teacher's room, I continued with my life, darkly wondering if the world would hinder this young boy's dreams the same way it had done to mine.
To my surprise, the vice director approached me to have a chat. It turned out that the boy had come to request a student who could teach him in the afternoons, four or five times a week. He decided the best way to find a suitable teacher was to visit several high schools and gather opinions from faculty members.
She thought of me and mentioned that it would be a great opportunity. The money earned would help with future tuition, and even if I didn't continue my education, it was still good money to use for my hobbies. After some consideration, I concluded that it could be a valuable experience, and in the end, money is money.
That's how I found myself standing in front of a boy and his grandpa the next day.
"Pleased to meet you! I'm Mafuyu Kirisu, and starting today, I will be your teacher."
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It has been a week, and it wasn't what I expected. More often than not, a family would pay for a tutor when their child was slacking off in their studies, but that wasn't the case here.
Throughout the week, I observed the child, and he wasn't lazy. No, he was determined to learn. He had a talent that set him apart from others; he absorbed information like a sponge and continued to excel in all subjects.
During our sessions, he took breaks to jot down notes about everything I discussed, and he even corrected some mistakes I made. It was clear that the boy was exceptional. Every afternoon, he started full of energy, and even when I had to leave, he was still eager to continue. A few times, he only paused because his grandfather asked him to.
The boy remained a mystery to me. Today, I didn't sleep well. Nevertheless, it was a normal weekday, and I needed to go to his house. I was explaining some math formulas to him when he suddenly interrupted me.
"Why don't we take a break for a bit, Mafuyu-san?"
It was still early for his usual pause, and I must have looked puzzled because he explained further.
"Ah, no, it's not time for my typical break, but today you seem a bit down, Mafuyu-san. I feel like you have some questions, so why don't I answer them before we take a nap?"
There were indeed questions on my mind, but I didn't think I was tired enough to lose my concentration.
"Haha, no, you're still doing great, but you know how they say, 'better safe than sorry.' Ask a few questions, and then we'll grab a quick snack in the kitchen before either taking a nap or finishing our study session early. What do you think?"
I nodded. "Very well, we'll take a nap before resuming our studies."
He chuckled softly. "Mafuyu-san is so serious."
I did my best not to pout at his comment, but he just laughed a little more.
"Then I'll ask: why are you so keen on studying, even exploring topics that are years ahead of your curriculum?"
That was the first question that came to mind. He couldn't be more than 11 years old. I'm a good student who spends a lot of time with books, but I never studied topics beyond what my teacher assigned or explained.
His eyes narrowed, and a smirk appeared on his face.
"Mafuyu-san, I want to go to university."
...Huh?
"Well, I'm starting to feel a rumble in my stomach. I wonder if we have ingredients to make a dessert," he said as he got up and walked away.
"Wait, wait! Didn't you tell me to ask questions? Why are you leaving now?"
He paused, turned to face me, reached out his hand, and began to pet me.
"Mafuyu-san... is such a cutie~"
"Wha—?"
W-what was he talking about? He continued with this surprisingly pleasant yet extremely embarrassing action.
"But if you want to answer more questions, then..." His hand moved from my head to my cheek, gently grasping my chin as he tilted my face towards his.
*Ba-dum*
"Then come tomorrow, okay?"
He spun around and walked out of the room. I was left a blushing mess of embarrassment.
"...E-eh?"
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**POV: Masachika**
Hmm, maybe I went a bit too far today... Then I noticed a blue screen that appeared a few moments ago.
[You've obtained the skill: Seduction]
Yeah, it wasn't just maybe; it was definitely for sure. If I were to express it in American terms, the lack of bitches is starting to get to me.
Luckily, I have a way to resolve that.