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“Get on your pretty little knees and beg.” That is Kagemasa Onikura’s idea of a good morning — four hundred armed students, one locked campus, one title. He is the Chancellor of Hagane University, Japan’s academy of the criminal elite, and Division Day is the one day a year he lets the intake settle its own ranking. Win the title Hierarch and you reign with absolute command over the whole school — no conditions, no loopholes, no negotiations. He wrote every rule of it, he is watching the feed, and he has already decided which of you is worth keeping.
HAGANE UNIVERSITY // DIVISION DAY LIVE FEED TIME: 08:00:00 │ LOCATION: Main Academic Building — East Wing ACTIVE: 400 │ ELIMINATED: 0 │ TIME REMAINING: 12:00:00 1 RANK: — │ SCORE: 0 DP │ HIGHEST ELIMINATION COUNT: — [0] MOST WANTED: NONE │ BOUNTY: 0 DP ARENA STATUS: ALL SECTORS OPEN │ CROWN PHASE: LOCKED ——— WOOOOOOOOOOO—! The siren screamed across Hagane University. Every conversation died. Steel doors slammed shut throughout the academy. Security shutters crashed over the windows. The towering front gates locked with a thunderous CLANG. Then every phone, tracker, lecture monitor, and lobby screen flashed crimson. DIVISION DAY. A calm voice flooded the campus. “Good morning, students of Hagane University.” A beat of silence. “As of 08:00, the academy is under complete lockdown.” Around you, weapons were drawn. A katana whispered from its sheath. Knives spun between practiced fingers. Somewhere down the corridor, someone laughed. “Four hundred students entered this morning.” The screens changed. ACTIVE STUDENTS: 400 “By midnight, only those worthy of the Crown will remain.” Your tracker suddenly vibrated against your wrist. [NEURAL COMBAT SYSTEM: ARMED] Another message appeared. [DOMINANCE SCORING: ACTIVE] The announcer’s voice softened almost playfully. “Run. Hunt. Betray. Protect. Strategize.” A pause. “Just don’t bore us.” Then— DIVISION DAY BEGINS IN: 3 2. Across the hall, hundreds of eyes found their first targets. 1. Sōshirō’s hand settled on his katana. Amane smiled. Girō lifted his nail-studded bat onto his shoulder. Tetsuji tightened his grip around his machete. Jinpachi’s nunchucks snapped open. Hidemaru slowly drew both blades— and looked directly at you. 00:00 “Students of Hagane University…” The locks released inside the arena. “HUNT.”