John’s eyes opened up and he was sitting behind the desk in a rather well appointed looking office. Dark stained Oak was the predominant material in the room, with the desk, cabinets and bookshelves all made of the material. The floor had deep red carpeting, and a luxurious red leather office chair was behind the desk. There were also two smaller ‘C’ shaped leather chairs in front of the desk, that decidedly looked nice yet uncomfortable. There was a small seating area off to the side near the windows, with two couches and a small oak table between them.

Before he could explore the room further, information started to pour into his mind.

He was the OC John Wayne, the new principle of Kuoh Academy in Japan. He was brought in from Dallas as part of a trial program in both countries to see how education could be improved by adopting policies from overseas establishments. He was given all the information he needed to be able to run a school effectively.

He was forty-five years old in this body, wearing the same clothing he wore to work in High School of the Dead, the red silk shirt, blue jeans and black boots. The giant gaudy golden belt buckle really played into the Texan stereotype. It was about the size of his hands, which were large enough he could palm a basketball. He really needed to replace this belt.

This body also had a secret that he hid from everyone. He never knew how to explain it, it never made sense as to why he had this power, so he hid it from the world.

John focused on the power for a moment, and in his hands materialized a shoulder mounted video camera with a large puffy microphone attached to the side. It looked like something a news cameraman would have used in the 80s and 90s, with that silvery metal housing and  VHS tapes included. It worked too, recording whatever he wanted, with out the need of a power supply or replacing the tape. 

“What in the world is this? I can manifest a camera? Why?” John said to himself, the same questions the previous owner of this body had.

Before he could delve further into this mystery, his office door swung open without a knock, and two beautiful, pale skinned, young women walked in. The one in the front was shorter, maybe five foot five inches tall, with black hair in a bob-cut. Her violet eyes were striking, reminding him a little of Katrina’s vibrant red eyes in that regard, and were hiding behind a set of cute glasses.

She was wearing the school uniform, which contained her modest ‘C’ cup bust well, though left little else to the imagination. While her top was a white shirt and black tie, she had a black waistcoat that went down to her mid thighs. A short red miniskirt completed the outfit, and that ended mid thigh as well, exposing her legs to the world.

I have never been one for dress codes, but wow, she couldn’t even bend over without exposing herself.

The other woman with her was wearing the same uniform. Taller than the first one, around five foot seven, she had long black hair down to her knees, doing more to cover her body than her clothing was. Blue eyes hid behind a pair of somewhat severe looking glasses. She also had larger breasts, probably a ‘E’ Cup, though they were at least contained in this uniform.

In all, they both gave John the sexy librarian vibe for some reason. Either way, they barged in here like it was normal for them to do so.

Yeah, no. Not letting that slide.

“Excuse me Miss, it is rather rude to barge into someone’s office without knocking. Now leave and try that again.” He said, raising his voice a little. He thumbed the record button on his camera as well, as he didn’t want to have issues with any false accusations.

“It’s fine. We had an agreement with the previous principle, so we will continue it. That works for you right.” The one in front said, waving her hand at him. A glowing blue circle formed in front of her hand, and John felt a weird energy wash over him.

What was that? This world has magic apparently, good I can use my own.

“Did you just use magic on me? Who are you?” he asked.

“Hun? Let me try again. Its fine, we had an agreement with the previous principle.” She said again, and another wave of magic washed over him.

John was still holding the weird camera, it was kind of attached to his right hand, stood up. “Listen here little girl, I don’t care what deal you had with the previous principle, but you just attacked me with some sort of magic out of nowhere didn’t you? Are you some spoiled brat who attacks people when you can’t get your way? Who are you?”

They blinked at him, confused. The shorter one once again tried casting whatever spell it was she fired before, and he felt the wave wash over him for a third time.

“Yeah enough of this. Who are you two?” 

He approached the pair, who now both created more glowing blue disks with weird patterns, and two jets of water shot towards him. He was so surprised that he didn’t even try to block, the water splashing his face harmlessly, though he was now soaked.

“The fuck is this? I was not aware I joined a wet T-Shirt contest! Answer me girl, who are you?” he continued forward, now towering over the two. He grabbed the shorter one with his free arm, jerking her upright. Well he tried to, but she was stronger than she appeared.

“Eeeekkk don’t hurt me!” The shorter one screamed, falling backwards into her friend.

“Please Sir, there has been some misunderstanding. We didn’t know you were a Sacred Gear wielder.” The taller one said, holding the shorter ones shoulders.

“I don’t even know what that is. Now who are you and who are your parents! I need to make a phone call.” John said, anger apparent in his voice. The couple hours rest he had in DEN were not enough to give him patience enough to deal with a couple bratty teenagers who attacked him in his own office.

“I…” The shorter one started, paused to reorient herself, then continued. “I am Sona Sitri, third year student and student counsel president. This is Tsubaki Shinra, also third year, my vice-president.”

“Well Miss Student counsel president and vice-president, who are your parents or guardians?”

“We live on our own though…my sister Serafall, she is technically both of our…guardians. You can’t call her though, she…doesn’t have a phone and is…out of country right now.”

“Oh really. Well then you two wait right here, I am going to check your paperwork in the office. If what you say is true, then I’ll deal with you directly.” John said, then stepped passed them without waiting for a reply, and went to the schools office that was across the hall from his. He rung the bell at the counter and waited.

One of the ladies there, an older woman, glanced his soaked clothing and at the camera in his hand then looked up at him. “Oh Sir, are you okay? How can I help you?”

“Good Morning. Yes, I am fine, can you please get me the contact information for Sona Sitri and Tsubaki Shinra’s guardians please? There has been an incident.”

“With Miss Sitri and Miss Shinra? What happened? Are they okay?” She said in shock.

 “They are fine, though that remains up for debate once I contact their guardians. Can you please get me the info please? Or let me know if there is a lack of information?”

“Umm…of course Sir.” She turned away, and started going through a filing cabinet. After a couple minutes she indeed came back with contact information for one Serafall Leviathan.

He thanked her, then returned to his office. The girls were still standing in the doorway, so he motioned for them to stand before his desk, then picked up the phone to dial the number listed.

“Please don’t call her! I am sorry okay!” Sona said, but John ignored her.

It was a weird area code and he thought it had a few too many digits but after a few weird clicks and tones, it started to ring. It was picked up immediately.

“SONA-CHAN! YOU CALLED YOUR ONEESAN FINALLY! I missed you so much, so how is the human world?” a very excitable voice came across the speaker.

“Good Morning Ma’am, sorry I am not your sister. I am John Wayne, the new principle of Kuoh Academy. Your sister and her friend Miss Shinra just attacked me with magic in my office. You are listed as their guardian so can you come by and pick them up. We have some things to discuss.” John said, ignoring the human world comment. He figured something like that was up since all these worlds seemed to have weird shit going down in them.

“What! She attacked you? Are you okay…wait is she okay? Never mind, I will be right there!” She said and hung up. John hung up the phone and looked at the two trouble makers. Sona looked really downcast, while Tsubaki was shaking with nervousness.

“She is on her way. I guess she wasn’t as hard to get ahold of as you let on. Now, remain silent, we will wait until she-” John started to tell them to be quiet until she arrived, but a larger blue magic circle appeared on the floor in the center of the room.

Wow, now that would be a handy spell to have. Much better then that super soaker.

A short, busty, black haired girl with two side ponytails that came down to her ass, came through the circle. She was wearing a cute pink and white outfit that matched her pink eyes. It was cut short, exposing her belly. A short skirt with long black leggings and pink and black boots finished off the outfit. She was easily another ‘E’ Cup, though her petite body that might be five foot two inches, made them look even more exaggerated in size. She was holding a long pink staff in one hand, and had a serious expression on her face.

“What is this I hear about my Sona-Chan causing trouble? Don’t we practically fund this school? Surely you can overlook any small issues and leave my darling Imouto alone okay?” She said, bulldozing over anything John was about to say with a cheery voice. She then cast a spell, and a wave of magic much more powerful than Sona’s washed over John. Still, it did nothing to him, though he was starting to get tired.

“Seriously? Are you guys some magical Yakusa or something? Stop casting whatever that is at me. Who are you? How are you these girls guardian? You look like some middle schooler.”

She looked shocked for a moment, then tilted her head to the side. “You Sir, have a Sacred Gear don’t you? I can feel its power! Say are you interested in becoming a Devil? I have room in my peerage for someone like you?”

What?

“No. In fact, I called you here to discuss your sisters and Miss Shinra’s punishment for literally assaulting me, but seeing as you are nothing but a brat yourself, you three can leave. Miss Sona, Miss Shinra, you are both suspended for one week, and you will be stepping down from your positions on the student council.  Miss Leviathan, if that is even your name, please depart the premises immediately and I won’t call the authorities on you for assault.”

All three women just stared at John like he had three heads. They couldn’t understand this strange man who seemed to resist their magic and was immune to mind manipulation. Finally, Serafall spoke, this time in a serious voice instead of the playful one.

“I don’t know who you are stranger, but our family runs this town along with the Gremory’s. You will regret your actions today.”

“Maybe, but for now, you three should think on your own actions. You have all attacked me in my office unprovoked. I am done playing nice guy, so get out before I throw you out. I have a school to run.” He said, unwilling to be intimidated by Yakusa, or whatever the Japanese magical mafia is. He stood up, his camera out, still recording the confrontation incase this did come back through legal channels.

Having a camera attached to my arm seems to be a bonus today…wish it was smaller though. 

The women said nothing for a moment. Then a blue circle appeared at their feet, and they disappeared from the room. 

John sighed, then slumped down in his chair. Both his lower back and shoulder were on fire again, the added weight of carrying this camera they called a sacred gear was almost too much for him. He casted a heal spell on his body, relieving some of the tension he was feeling. 

What kind of crazy world would allow students to just walk into the principles office and attack him? And what kind of guardian would defend that action? What even was that magic? And why didn’t it affect me?

He had no answers to any of those questions. He looked down at the camera on his arm, then thought about it for a moment. The thing absorbed into the back of his hand, like it was sucked in, and a wave of exhaustion overtook him. He fell asleep in his chair.

After a short nap, John woke up, feeling refreshed. He needed to deal with the aftermath of whatever that was, plus he should have a bunch of other duties to attend to. He looked through his day planner to see what was on his agenda for the rest of the day, and their was nothing scheduled…anywhere. 

“Did the previous guy not do anything? Shouldn’t they have staff meetings at least?” he mused to himself. There was no way in the highly regimented schools of Japan, that they would have nothing for the principle to be doing. He stood up and went over to the main office again, determined to get to the bottom of this. While there he also filed misconduct sheets in the records of the two students who assaulted him and had them listed as suspended for the next week on the attendance sheets.*

For the rest of the day, John researched on how this academy was run. He enlisted the help of all the staff that were there, as they didn’t seem to be doing too much themselves.

Formerly an all girls school, it now opened its doors for boys, though they were still in the vast minority. It had tons of clubs for the students, as apparently it was tradition to be in at least one club while going to school in Japan. 

The main problem John came across was the fact the student council was pretty much running the place, the principle and other staff pretty much just handed over most administrative duties to the council, even punishments for students breaking the rules.

Yeah, that is going to change. They are here to learn, not here to do other peoples jobs. I’m all for on the job training, but this is excessive the amount of power that Sitri girl had.

He repeated had. The principle has the power to impeach a sitting student council president when they were abusing their powers or found unable to comply with their responsibilities. Assault on the principle would probably stick for abuse of powers. 

He continued his research, noting everything down that was questionable. Like why are there reports of middle schoolers running around the senior classrooms? And there were students of both genders caught peeping on the opposite sexes, repeat offenders actually.

Yeah that is a suspension, if not expulsion. Why is nothing being done about it? You need to protect your students.

He added that to the list for the student council to be dissolved and revoted for.

Also, this Occult Research Club had pretty much taken over an entire building after the school finished paying for the renovations. The classrooms were already overflowing with students, time to fix that too.

By the end of the day, John had a whole list of concerns and changes to bring to his boss on the board of directors. He knew from his past memories which of these he could implement on his own, and which he needed approval for…It was just strange that any of this happened in the first place. 

John finished up and took off for the day, heading to the previous guys apartment nearby. It was within walking distance, and it was nice outside. He was happy he hadn’t heard from the women that attacked him earlier, but he knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

* – I won’t pretend to know how a school is actually supposed to be run. I was a soldier/sailor, not a teacher in a school, though as a student I was on the receiving end of the punishments a fair bit. I just know Kuoh Academy would make zero sense in the real world. 

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