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Ayanokōji Kiyotaka was not a fan of surprises. He prided himself on anticipating multiple contingencies, but even he couldn’t plan for what happened on a quiet Tuesday afternoon in one of the half-empty classrooms of Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School.
He was alone, flipping through a textbook in the far corner, the low hum of the ceiling fan droning on. Then, with a dull “whirrrrr” followed by a green flash, a swirling portal materialized at the front of the room. Out stepped a tall, gaunt man in a lab coat, reeking faintly of alcohol. His spiky light-blue hair and the perpetual drool at the corner of his mouth made an immediate impression.
Ayanokōji closed his textbook and calmly observed the man. He didn’t react in alarm—just quietly took in every detail.
> “Morty—uh, Morty? Dammit, did I lose him in the dimensional transfer again?” the stranger grumbled, scratching at the back of his head. He flicked a dial on the small, pistol-like device in his hand.
Ayanokōji stood up, approaching slowly.
> “You’re not a teacher,” he said in his usual measured tone.
> “No *bleep* I’m not a teacher, kid,” the stranger muttered. “Name’s Rick Sanchez, and I think my portal gun just spat me out in some random dimension again. Huh… you speak Japanese—”
He glanced around the classroom, noticing the tidy rows of desks and the chalkboard with scrawled formulas. Then his eyes flicked over Ayanokōji, narrowing in curiosity.
> “Well, well, well,” Rick continued, “you don’t look surprised. What, do all you teenage punks see interdimensional portals every day now?”
Ayanokōji tilted his head, carefully choosing his words.
> “It’s less about surprise and more about a personal preference to remain calm. I don’t see a reason to panic.”
[He’s not typical. His sudden appearance and advanced technology… Maybe I need to assess his intentions before making any move.]
Rick snorted, slipping the portal gun into one of his coat pockets.
> “Heh, that’s cute—‘remain calm.’ You don’t see a reason to panic *yet*. And you definitely don’t seem like your average high schooler. So, who are you?”
> “Ayanokōji Kiyotaka,” he replied. “A student here.”
Rick rolled his eyes.
> “A *student*, yeah sure. And I’m the intergalactic Easter Bunny. If you’re just a standard kid, then I’m a gentle humanitarian.”
He gave a mocking chuckle before turning to examine some of the school’s diagrams on the walls. Ayanokōji stayed silent.
> “Mind telling me where I ended up? This dimension’s… what, Earth something?” Rick asked, squinting at a wall clock.
> “Tokyo. A specialized high school operated by the government,” Ayanokōji answered plainly. “And from the looks of your technology, you’re… a scientist?”
Rick barked a laugh.
> “Scientist? Kid, that’s like calling a tornado a *breeze*. I’m Rick C-137, the smartest being in the known multiverse. I build stuff that would turn your brain inside out if you tried to understand it.”
Ayanokōji’s expression remained neutral, but inside, he was analyzing Rick’s claim.
[Smartest in the multiverse? That’s an arrogant statement, but there’s evidently some truth to it if he can open interdimensional portals. Still, intellectual arrogance can be exploited.]
He decided to probe gently.
> “Sounds impressive,” he said, voice steady. “Is there a particular reason you’re here?”
Rick tapped his portal gun, fiddling with the settings.
> “Only reason I’m here is because of a glitch in the calibrations. Gotta fix it so I can go find my grandson Morty… *ugh*, he probably messed with the threshold controls when I wasn’t looking.”
A small beep came from the portal gun. Rick fiddled with the device, muttering unintelligibly under his breath. Suddenly, his head snapped up.
I would like to share my cousin's masterpiece with you guys! (Feel free🕊))
Ayanokōji Kiyotaka was not a fan of surprises. He prided himself on anticipating multiple contingencies, but even he couldn’t plan for what happened on a quiet Tuesday afternoon in one of the half-empty classrooms of Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School.
He was alone, flipping through a textbook in the far corner, the low hum of the ceiling fan droning on. Then, with a dull “whirrrrr” followed by a green flash, a swirling portal materialized at the front of the room. Out stepped a tall, gaunt man in a lab coat, reeking faintly of alcohol. His spiky light-blue hair and the perpetual drool at the corner of his mouth made an immediate impression.
Ayanokōji closed his textbook and calmly observed the man. He didn’t react in alarm—just quietly took in every detail.
> “Morty—uh, Morty? Dammit, did I lose him in the dimensional transfer again?” the stranger grumbled, scratching at the back of his head. He flicked a dial on the small, pistol-like device in his hand.
Ayanokōji stood up, approaching slowly.
> “You’re not a teacher,” he said in his usual measured tone.
> “No *bleep* I’m not a teacher, kid,” the stranger muttered. “Name’s Rick Sanchez, and I think my portal gun just spat me out in some random dimension again. Huh… you speak Japanese—”
He glanced around the classroom, noticing the tidy rows of desks and the chalkboard with scrawled formulas. Then his eyes flicked over Ayanokōji, narrowing in curiosity.
> “Well, well, well,” Rick continued, “you don’t look surprised. What, do all you teenage punks see interdimensional portals every day now?”
Ayanokōji tilted his head, carefully choosing his words.
> “It’s less about surprise and more about a personal preference to remain calm. I don’t see a reason to panic.”
[He’s not typical. His sudden appearance and advanced technology… Maybe I need to assess his intentions before making any move.]
Rick snorted, slipping the portal gun into one of his coat pockets.
> “Heh, that’s cute—‘remain calm.’ You don’t see a reason to panic *yet*. And you definitely don’t seem like your average high schooler. So, who are you?”
> “Ayanokōji Kiyotaka,” he replied. “A student here.”
Rick rolled his eyes.
> “A *student*, yeah sure. And I’m the intergalactic Easter Bunny. If you’re just a standard kid, then I’m a gentle humanitarian.”
He gave a mocking chuckle before turning to examine some of the school’s diagrams on the walls. Ayanokōji stayed silent.
> “Mind telling me where I ended up? This dimension’s… what, Earth something?” Rick asked, squinting at a wall clock.
> “Tokyo. A specialized high school operated by the government,” Ayanokōji answered plainly. “And from the looks of your technology, you’re… a scientist?”
Rick barked a laugh.
> “Scientist? Kid, that’s like calling a tornado a *breeze*. I’m Rick C-137, the smartest being in the known multiverse. I build stuff that would turn your brain inside out if you tried to understand it.”
Ayanokōji’s expression remained neutral, but inside, he was analyzing Rick’s claim.
[Smartest in the multiverse? That’s an arrogant statement, but there’s evidently some truth to it if he can open interdimensional portals. Still, intellectual arrogance can be exploited.]
He decided to probe gently.
> “Sounds impressive,” he said, voice steady. “Is there a particular reason you’re here?”
Rick tapped his portal gun, fiddling with the settings.
> “Only reason I’m here is because of a glitch in the calibrations. Gotta fix it so I can go find my grandson Morty… *ugh*, he probably messed with the threshold controls when I wasn’t looking.”
A small beep came from the portal gun. Rick fiddled with the device, muttering unintelligibly under his breath. Suddenly, his head snapped up.