Kakegurui: Ten Consecutive Guaranteed Hits

Volume 1 Chapter 5: Hyakkaou Private Academy

Although Kiyohei's body was that of a junior high student at the time, his inner thoughts were already those of an adult. He didn't have the inclination to spend time making friends or participating in collective activities.

His sole focus was on "making money."

He would skip school events like the cultural festival and sports day, and he didn't join any clubs. He often left early as well.

In the eyes of the teachers, he was a troublesome youth, which resulted in Atsuomi receiving numerous phone calls.

If it weren't for his consistently top-ranking grades, his independent behavior might have led to him being advised to leave.

"By the way... If any problems arise, it would be good if they can be solved with money."

Atsuomi pretended to ponder, stroking his chin. "Although I trust you, if you ever cause trouble at school, it would be good if it can be resolved with money. I don't want to receive any more calls from your teachers."

To be honest, the conditions mentioned are perfectly aligned with Kiyohei's desires.

Looking at Atsuomi, who seemed genuinely concerned about finding a school for him, he found it hard to believe. Was this still the same old man who looked sinister like a Yagami Light? Could there be some trap waiting for him?

He carefully considered the situation. The conditions were very enticing, and he couldn't see any potential pitfalls.

Could it be that his father really just wanted to find a high school for him without any ulterior motives?

The favorable conditions made Kiyohei unable to believe it. He couldn't help but ask, "Is there really such a school?"

Atsuomi smiled and nodded. "It's an elite school. Most of the students there are children of high-ranking figures in Japan's business and political sectors."

"The gender ratio in that school is 4:6, with a majority of the girls being daughters of wealthy families. The girls who enter based on their grades also have above-average looks. How about it? This should be the most suitable school for you, right?"

"What is the name of this school?" Kiyohei took the bait.

Atsuomi pushed his glasses up, concealing the chilling glint in his eyes, and smiled. "It's called Hyakkaou Private Academy. It's a prestigious institution."

"Hyakkaou Private Academy..."

Kiyohei took out his phone and searched for the name of the school. The official website of the school appeared as the top result.

The website provided a brief introduction and admission links, while other information was hidden and only accessible to enrolled students.

According to the introduction, the school was established after the war and located in Meguro Ward, Tokyo. Judging by the size of the campus, it was almost comparable to a university, making it hard to imagine it was a high school.

Looking at the list of distinguished alumni, Kiyohei recognized many familiar names, most of whom were influential figures in the current political and business sectors.

"Is this school really that impressive? So many notable people have come from here," Kiyohei pondered.

Atsuomi placed his hand on Kiyohei's shoulder.

"Kiyohei, let me be honest with you. This school was actually established for the children of Japan's top-tier individuals. At this school, you don't need to care about your grades, and you can leave early as you please. As long as you have enough money, you can do whatever you want."

After hearing Atsuomi's words, Kiyohei understood the purpose of this school's existence.

In Japan, social class divisions were already quite severe, and the children from wealthy families often had eccentric personalities and were prone to causing trouble.

To prevent them from causing any trouble in society, they were all sent to the same school. At the same time, it allowed these future leaders in various fields to become familiar with each other.

Attending this school would likely come with no academic pressure. They could spend their days eating, drinking, having fun, and even engaging in romantic relationships without anyone interfering.

Perhaps they wouldn't even need to take any exams or obtain any certificates after graduation. They could simply receive acceptance letters from prestigious overseas universities. After four years, they would return as fully qualified "overseas elites."

If Kiyohei's older brother attended Advanced Nurturing High School, which was a school for elite students taken to the extreme, then Hyakkaou Private Academy was a paradise for second-generation heirs.

If Kiyohei had to choose between the two schools, he would undoubtedly choose the latter.

After all... he wasn't lacking in money.

However, there was one question.

"Dad, is this school's entrance exam very difficult? Is it hard to get in?" Kiyohei asked, looking up.

"It is indeed challenging. The difficulty is probably even higher than the entrance exam for the high school your brother attends."

Atsuomi paused. "However, I know the leaders of this school. If you want to go, all you need to do is tell me, and I can arrange for your admission. You don't need to worry about the entrance exam results."

Atsuomi said this casually, as if it was a trivial matter to be easily handled. It left Kiyohei speechless for a while.

Just how influential was his father's identity? Could he really enter such a top-tier school with just a word from him?

"Are you sure you want to attend this school?" Atsuomi asked again.

"Well, I've made up my mind," Kiyohei nodded, letting go of his initial wariness.

If this school was indeed the gathering place for second-generation heirs as he thought, then attending here should be quite relaxed. Maybe he could even date a real ojou-sama (Heiress).

"Remember, you are the one who said it," Atsuomi spoke in an inexplicably meaningful tone, as if this decision carried great significance.

His expression suddenly turned serious. "Getting admission isn't difficult. However, there's one condition for this school. Once you're enrolled, you can't easily drop out. You have to study obediently until graduation. Also, you must not reveal any information about this school to anyone who is unaware. If you speak carelessly, even if you're my son, I won't be able to protect you."

No withdrawal allowed?

Could it be a rule specifically designed to prevent these second-generation heirs from causing trouble?

Kiyohei was a bit puzzled, but he didn't dwell on it too much. Although the rule wasn't reasonable, he could understand it. After all, he wasn't someone who blabbered his mouth around. So, he could accept this condition.

"I understand. I promise to comply with this requirement."

Atsuomi nodded in satisfaction. "Very well, I'll contact the school's admissions office. Don't regret it."

He didn't leave Kiyohei any chance to reconsider, leaving the house without even drinking a sip of water.

Did I make the right decision?

Observing how eager Atsuomi was to send him to this school, Kiyohei felt that something was off.

But it wasn't easy to pinpoint what was wrong. He brushed off the feeling and continued browsing the official website.

On the page of the school's official management, there was a photo of the 105th Student Council President of Hyakkaou Private Academy, "Kirari Momobami."

[ Kirari Momobami Image: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/c6/5e/a4c65e21d6e63629485af7714bf4a932.jpg ]

She was a beautiful girl with light gray hair tied into twin braids using black hair bands.

With her emerald green contact lenses and lips adorned with green lipstick, she seemed unconventional. However, her makeup complemented her appearance perfectly, creating a harmonious blend that astonished people. It gave off a feeling of "this color suits her best."

She wore a slight smile on her face, appearing gentle. If the photo hadn't been retouched, her outstanding beauty would be even more stunning than the models in magazines.

Is the Student Council President really this beautiful... Just looking at the photo of the President made Kiyohei have the desire to catch a glimpse of her in person.

However... While the President was indeed beautiful, for some reason, the longer Kiyohei looked at the photo, the more he felt like he was being stared at by a snake. That gentle smile also became somewhat sinister.

He couldn't help but shiver.

It was early spring, and the weather was still chilly. When Kiyohei turned on the air conditioner to let warm air blow before looking at the photo again, that eerie feeling disappeared without a trace.

Indeed, it must have been an illusion, right?