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Rahden.

Yes, Madam Schlag.

AVOID GETTING TONITRUS BOLTS

Not elegant.

There has been a rise in tardies and turning in schoolwork late recently.

Make sure you straighten up after relaxing over the weekend.

Is that clear?

Why are you looking at Anya?

I got so into working out yesterday that I also almost forgot my homework.

Anya doesn't have to worry about that because Papa is a demon.

Get up, Anya! Did you do your homework?!

Oh, how lovely.

What are you talking about? You're late sometimes.

Yeah, exactly. You also fall asleep during class.

I'll make a prediction.

The one who'll get eight Tonitrus Bolts and be expelled first in our class is you.

Now's the time for my killer move...

Now's the time for Master Yor's Knockout Punch that she taught us...

Don't do anything rash, Becky.

Hmph! I heard you overslept before, too!

Can you be certain you won't get a Tonitrus Bolt?

As if! Don't compare Lord Damian with you commoners!

There's no chance of that ever happening!

That's right! That's as unlikely to happen as lightning striking upward!

Uh, if you go that far, it puts pressure on me...

If Lord Damian ever gets one Tonitrus Bolt,

the three of us will strip down to our underwear and run a lap around the school!

Huh?!

Okay, bet!

A man never goes back on his word!

Isn't that right, Lord Damian?

Huh?! Hey, wait...

Th-Th-Th-There's trouble!

What's the matter, Bill? Are you okay?

Run...

Huh?

All of you need to get out of here right now!

A disaster...

A horrific disaster has appeared!

Man, the guys from Class 1 are so annoying.

Let's take care of 'em later.

Rahden.

Yes, Madam Schlag.

Hold it right there.

Uncouth language. Unkempt uniforms.

Conspiring to engage in violence.

Tonitrus Strike!

A brilliant bestowing of Tonitrus Bolts, Madam Schlag.

Hmph. Swan's Cline Hall is filled with nothing but disgraceful students.

I see you haven't changed, Mistress Schlag.

Ah, Master Henderson. It's been a while.

How are you feeling?

As you can see, I'm in top form.

Though...

Tonitrus Bolts... Tonitrus Bolts...

Perhaps you're overdoing it a little?

Oh, dear. Those are the last words I expected to hear from you, Mister Elegant.

It appears as though you've softened quite a bit.

I heard that you were now in charge of the first-year students.

Could that be why?

Now, then, I must go greet these adorable little lambs of yours.

If you'll excuse me.

Mistress Donna Schlag of the disciplinary committee.

It's said that she once instilled fear in the hearts of Eden students.

She was hospitalized with a serious illness, but apparently, she's now back.

Fear?

She will immediately bestow Tonitrus Bolts for the smallest infractions.

She's sent hundreds of students into expulsion!

They say that not a single blade of grass grows upon any path she's traveled.

They call her... Old Lady Tonitrus!

Old Lady Tonitrus...

Hurry up and run!

There were many casualties from my Class 4, as well!

Get away before it's too late!

Bill!

Wh-What should we do?

Let's get to someplace safe immediately!

It's a pleasure to meet you, Class 1-3.

I am Schlag from the disciplinary committee.

Th-This is Old Lady Tonitrus?

Line up single file.

I will now inspect your belongings.

Not a single one of them will get away from me.

And what is this?

S-Snacks from my dorm, ma'am.

And are you aware that these are not allowed on school grounds?

Yes, ma'am! I am aware!

Then this is inevitable.

Tonitrus!

What is this?

P-Playing cards. I'm sorry! I didn't know I wasn't supposed to bring them...

Since you apparently don't know even the most basic rules...

Tonitrus!

I haven't been able to enjoy a Tonitrus Bolt Festival in so long.

I'm in the mood to punish anyone and everyone.

What a tyrant!

Next!

Oh, crap. She's getting one after another.

Don't panic. We don't have anything bad.

You there. Where's your handkerchief?

Huh? I don't have one.

Tonitrus Bolt!

No way... Over a handkerchief?

Silence!

A disheveled appearance shows disorder in one's heart!

There was once a brilliant student at our Eden College.

He was just one step away from becoming an Imperial Scholar,

but one day, he forgot his handkerchief.

Oh, crap. Well, whatever. I'll just wipe 'em on my pants.

Whoa, your pants are wet!

He pissed his pants!

Hah! Mr. Pee Pants!

No! You've got it all wrong!

The poor soul lost his way.

He then caused one problem after another and was expelled.

He couldn't find a proper job, joined the resistance, became an activist,

and I hear that he was arrested by the secret police.

I do not know if he is currently dead or alive.

I don't ever want to see another student go through that again!

Those who laugh at the handkerchief also cry by the handkerchief!

And so, next!

Where's my handkerchief...

Okay, I have mine!

I don't have mine!

What should I do?

At this rate, I'll get a Tonitrus Bolt!

What should I do?!

We're in this mess because of you, Lord Damian!

Lord Damian, you moron!

No! I-In that case...

Hey, Ewen! Let me borrow your—

What? That's cheating!

How lame. You're the worst.

No...

Booger Head. Butthole Head.

No! What am I supposed to do?!

Second Son's freaking out. Wild.

No, more importantly, if I get even one Tonitrus Bolt,

I'll never be able to face Father again!

We won't be able to see the last boss?! Plan B is in danger!

I'm just gonna have to do what I have to do.

Hey, Ew—

Next!

Yes, ma'am...

It's all over.

Second Son.

You can borrow Anya's hanky.

But wait. You...

Fear not.

I always carry around two hankies just in case something like this happens!

Mimicking Papa

Are you sure?

Take it.

I owe you one.

Next!

Y-Yes, ma'am...

Thanks, Miss Anya!

You saved Second Son.

I am happy now, so I will stop doing war stuff.

And the world was at peace.

And this handkerchief belongs to you?

Y-Yes, ma'am!

Why is there an "A" embroidered in it?

Oh... that's the "A" in Damian, ma'am!

Hmm...

Next!

Where is your handkerchief?

Of course, I haz my hanky.

Bond's Kibble

Bond's Kibble

Tonitrus.

The second one wasn't in here!

What?! Huh?! Wha?!

You... wha?

Anya messed up.

I just imagined putting it in here.

Are you that terrifyingly stupid?!

Next!

Yes, ma'am.

Ma'am...

You've got the wrong idea, Mistress Schlag.

This is...

What is it?

Um, uh...

Did these impudent little brats try to pull one over on me?

If that's the case, they're both getting two Tonitrus Bolts each.

Sh-She...

You...

Tch.

Bond's Kibble

Bond Kibble

I'll pay you back! It'll be a piece of cake!

I don't think I can live with myself knowing I owe you.

But Anya didn't bake you a cake.

Shut up, you absolute moron!

I'm trying to thank you!

Did something happen?

Is he going to give Anya a cake?

I don't know what's going on, but did Plan B move forward?

Anya may have lost the battle today, but Anya will win the war!

Papa!

Second Son is going to bake Anya a cake soon!

What? Are you two getting along now?

Well done!

Oh, that's lovely to hear.

Heh.

Hm?

Hey, is that...

A Tonitrus Bolt...

Wha?

A Tonitrus Bolt.

Toni...

What?

L-Loid?!

Papa!

Stella needed to become an Imperial Scholar: 7

Tonitrus Bolts until expulsion: 6

Plan B: Progressed a little (?)

■■■■'S MEMORIES I

Luwen, Eastern Westalis

What should we do, Advisor?

At this rate, this trench won't protect us for much longer...

Let's go!

Eek!

Ow!

Wha—

You did it! Way to go, Advisor... huh?

Are you all right, Major?

Curse you, Westalis dog!

Turn around and I'll kill you.

But I'm gonna turn around anyway!

Curses!

I'm not gonna die to some rubber band!

Ow.

Th-That's not fair! Zombies are against the rules.

That's right!

Westalis is victorious!

We lost again.

Man, we have to play Ostanian soldiers again?

You're so intense just when we play war games, Advisor.

Y-You think so?

When I get into the role, I just go all "raaawr."

This young boy's name is ■■■■.

Code name: Advisor.

Though he'd eventually be called...

Twilight.

Keh! I'm never gonna acknowledge some guy

who doesn't even have any proper military gear!

W-Well, my dad is really strict...

Aw, come on, General.

And now for the evening news.

Protests against Ostania have been ongoing in the city since yesterday.

I'm still surprised you found this place, Advisor.

Many could be seen joining in the protest as they raised their voices and marched.

I guess it used to be a storage depot the army used.

Wow.

This secret base belongs to us, so you guys better not tell anyone about it!

Besides, if anyone finds out we went in without permission, we'll get yelled at.

Hey, next time, let's bring in a tent and have a sleepover.

That's a great idea. I'll bring some canned food.

Ah, a survival exercise! I'll look forward to it.

Right? You guys better be prepared.

I've got three of a kind!

Oh, I got a full house.

What?!

Dang it! I lost again!

We are the brave Four Musketeers!

Onward over the fields and over the mountains!

Let's go!

I'm home.

Oh.

Dad, you're home.

You're late.

I-I was out playing with some friends.

Are you...

still playing those foolish soldier games?

You need to think about your future and study.

B-But I am thinking about it.

I'm going to join the army with everyone else.

Don't even think about it.

A coward like you would only hold everyone else back on the battlefield.

B-But I can do it!

I'm gonna defeat all the bad guys from the East!

Have you seen Ostanians carrying out misdeeds with your own eyes?

Did you directly talk to one of them to find out what they're like?

Dear...

First off, a war isn't going to happen.

Don't go willingly wishing for conflict!

Hey, come back here! I'm not done—

Dear, please stop.

Why must you always be like that?

It's for his own good.

But you didn't need to hit him.

Stay out of this!

The reason he won't study properly is because you keep spoiling him like that!

Well, you're the one always fighting with Mom...

Did you see the comic in this morning's paper?

I did!

Talk about a classic!

Hey, are you guys hungry?

Ma'am, four croquettes, please!

Sure thing, Brat Pack.

And make 'em hot!

Hey, kids.

Help us out with the decorations for the festival!

What?

We've got tea snacks.

It's so heavy!

Hey, bring that over here.

You'll never be a proper soldier if you're that weak.

What?! Dang it!

On the sixth, the Ostanian Foreign Minister said they would need

to further discuss the reform of the East-West Pact very carefully.

Hmph. Curse Ostania.

Hey, is a war really going to happen?

As long as you boys keep playing your war games, it'll be fine.

There haven't been any noticeable quarrels, thanks to the pact.

The peace has gone to your heads!

That's what could cost you your lives!

Those Eastern devils will try to trick us any chance they get!

Yeah, yeah.

Either way, you don't have any military gear, so you can't join the army anyway.

Y-Yes, I can!

But your rubber band gun broke, didn't it?

What're you gonna fight with? A hammer?

I'm going on a business trip.

That seems rather sudden.

Apparently things are getting tense around the border.

Be careful.

I will.

U-Um...

Dad.

What?

U-Um...

You see...

There's this reference book I want.

So I was wondering if I could get some allowance.

Ah, I see!

I see. So you're finally applying yourself.

Here you go. Don't lose it.

Yay! Thanks!

When I get back from my trip, why don't we go around the festival together?

Make sure you behave until then.

I will.

I lied

U-Um...

Dad, you see...

Hm?

No, it's nothing.

That day, my dinner tasted like nothing.

Flash.

Thunder.

You're late, Advisor.

Ta-da!

You got some military gear!

Yeah, I bought some.

You look great, Advisor.

All right! Let's pick up where we left off.

We're gonna kick some Ostanian butt again today!

Oh, shut up! You haven't even done anything!

Let us be the Westalis side every now and then.

Nuh-uh. These are the rules.

I'm not gonna play today.

Huh?

Tomorrow's the festival, so I'm gonna go help them out.

Hey, Advisor?

Could I get one croquette, ma'am?

Sure thing.

Hey, ma'am?

Hm?

Do you think I'm not fit to be a solider?

You don't need to be one.

Wars are absolutely foolish.

But Ostanians are devils with horns growing out of their heads, right?

Don't they eat people?

I've got cousins who live in the East.

Do I look like I'm related to a devil?

A little bit.

Hey!

That's right. I'm actually a devil.

I use human flesh to make these croquettes.

Huh?!

I'm kidding.

Honestly, I think you look much cuter holding a croquette than a gun.

I prefer you that way, too.

Maybe they're not like what I thought they were.

Hey, ma'am. If I help out at the shop, could I make ten dalc pretty quickly?

Oh? What're you gonna use that for?

Oh, I'm just going to return it to my dad.

I don't really get everything yet, but I'll apologize to Dad tomorrow.

And I can play some other game with General and the others—

Emergency broadcast. Emergency broadcast.

We have reports that the Ostanian army has crossed the border

and is attacking multiple locations on the eastern side of the country.

I repeat. The Ostanian army has crossed the border—

What?

What...?

What?

What...?

What?

What?

■■■■'S MEMORIES II