“Welcome to the State Technology Academy, Arakawa Kouki-kun. I’m the academy principal, Yamamoto Kaori.”
After I introduce myself, he smirked at me, as if making a fool out of me.
“Thank you Miss Principal. Allow me to introduce myself properly.
I am Arakawa Kouki. I’ll be in your care for the next 3 years.”
From his expression and his atmosphere as he said that, I can almost feel that he was saying…
(I know that much. Can’t you even tell? You stupid woman…)
This is bad, I have to break this silence… I desperately thought out of a plan and executes it, in which I immediately regret
“Th, That’s right. Arakawa-kun, There’s some questions I’d like to ask first. Do you mind answering?”
What am I saying. I can’t think clearly right now, I can’t even comprehend what I just said. He asked me to continue, his eyes are serious… I said the next words, as if obeying to the devil’s whisper.
“I want to know more about you”
I gasped after I said that.
What did I just say! I probably just said the most forbidden thing as an educator to this young man. When I look at him, he’s making a stern expression as he gives me his consent.
Isn’t it better to stop here? Such thought crosses my mind. But it was too late. My curiosity as a scholar has already grew too big for me to stop myself. The demon child… I recalled that he was called like that. If I knew anymore than this, there will be no turning back for me, I will become but another gear that conceals his true form. But even so, I don’t mind. I want to know the truth.
“You shot a firework off the shore when you were 12, right? What were you trying to do that time?”
He answered with a smile. His father was consulting to him about the defect of the cruise missile he was using. When he tested the missile, it was far below his standard and far from usable. So then he designed a modification and asked his mother to make it…
The result of that, is a missile that far outdone the existing ones. The JDF put their dignity on the line as they desperately tries to intercept the missile, but to him, it was no different than seeing children making ruckus.
“The light of the fighter aircrafts that day was quite a sight to see.”
That was what he said. He probably said that to show up his confidence, that no matter how many small flies swarm together, there’s just nothing that they could do. As a scholar, I can only nodding impressed, to that confidence he had in his own creation. Then I also tried asking about the rocket he launched off when he was 13.
It seems like the rocket he launched off from his yard was a spy-satellite. A request from his father’s colleague for a spy-satellite, that colleague is probably a member of the UN Information Bureau or something… Since that person said you can see tiny details from that satellite, it’s specification is undoubtedly, far surpasses the currently existing satellite technologies.
But he launched it 3 times, when I asked about that, he answered that it was a secret.
I saw him getting a bit flustered. And then I can hear him mumbling, that it’s the end if anyone were to found out what he launched.
Something that can get someone of his caliber to get flustered, and that the only way to hide it is by launching it off to space… There’s only one thing that come up to my mind…
“….Biological Weapon”
There’s probably no mistaking it. High infectivity, or very lethal, or probably both, a virus that can’t possibly be managed on earth, he threw it away into space. I almost feel like crying, he created something that could wipe out the entire humanity without a second thought…
Is this something that can be fixed by teaching him moral ethics?
Not long after, someone came interrupting.
“Principal, it’s about time for the Entrance Ceremony”
Roberta Scarlet, his to-be homeroom teacher entered the room.