A Certain Unexplainable Dragon Slayer

Same Old Misfortune

Y/n was staring blankly at the board as Komoe was instructing the class on kinetic motion and its relationship with telekinetic abilities. He wasn't really paying attention though. The last couple days really wore him out and all he wanted to do was sleep.

Y/n did get to release some stress though. Jason had attended class today and the first thing Y/n did when he saw him was put him in a headlock for passing out that photo to everyone. Motoharu and Pierce decided it looked fun and joined the fight too. This led Seiri to issue out another dose of pain to all four of them. So now, Y/n had to try to pay attention while bruising and aching all over. He gazed out across the field as another class was playing soccer.

"Komoe-Sensei." Pierce called out. "Kamijou is watching the cheerleaders instead of your lesson." The entire class turned to look at him

"No I wasn't!" Y/n strongly denied but it was too late. He saw Komoe had tears in her eyes, a fact everyone else in the class noticed.

"I didn't realize my teaching was so boring." Komoe sniffed. "Sensei will work harder to make sure class is exciting for you Kamijou-chan."

The entire class glared at Y/n while several of them shouted encouragement to Komoe about how she is a great teacher and Y/n's just being Y/n. Pierce, Motoharu, and Jason were cracking up at the fact Y/n got into so much trouble while he flipped them off. Accelerator was looking at the class like they were monkeys at a zoo.

After two days with them, he started to get used to everyone's shenanigans but it still surprised him how quickly they went insane, even over little things. He would never admit it, but because the class work was so easy for him, these types of situations were the most entertaining part of the day.

"Oh yes." Komoe said, clapping her hands together. "Before I forget, as many of you know, starting next week is the annual Grand Ability Dual Tournament between schools. It is a chance for everyone to use their abilities to the fullest in supervised two on two simulated combat. Every class gets two students as their representatives and you will have a chance to compete with all the other schools if you place first in ours. We need to decide on who will be our representatives."

"Why even bother, those rich advanced schools and their high levels always win these kinds of tournaments." someone called out

"Don't think like that." Komoe said, wagging her finger. "You should never give up before you start. It's also a chance for you to push your skills to the limit. In some cases, we have had students increase in level after a match. Combat experience has shown to be a great factor in improving your abilities."

"Finally!" Seiri stood up and shouted boldly. "A chance for us to show victory is achieved through guts and determination and just because they go to a fancy school, doesn't mean they are better than us."

The word guts had become a trigger word for Kamijou after the incident, but it seemed to get the class fired up, they started yelling at each other on who should represent their class. Eventually, their eyes all started to turn to a certain white haired youth.

"What?" Accelerator said, noticing everyone was staring at him. He had stopped paying attention at the word tournament. Being the strongest, he never cared about entering those kinds of events. It was just for lower levels to try to fight stronger opponents to make themselves believe they were special.

"Accelerator." Seiri said. "You would be the best choice to lead our team to victory in this tournament."

"Pssh." he grunted. "That sounds stupid and I don't want to deal with the hassle. I'm already the strongest."

"Don't be like that." Seiri said, marching near him and speaking for the class. "We know you're strong and, even if you don't think so, all of us see you as part of the class. You should represent us. We would even let you choose your partner since you would know who could work the best with you."