Konoka leaned back casually with her arms behind her head. "Well, you say that now. Just wait until Kanna makes you run the combat drills."
Kanna smirked. "I only make people run when they blow up a classroom."
Ritsuka raised both hands defensively. "Okay, that happened once, and it was an accident!"
[Chat]
> "He admits it! He did blow something up!"
> "LMAO she already knows???"
> "Kanna's got that sixth sense for troublemakers."
Konoka laughed as she looked at Ritsuka. "Yeah, well, accidents have a way of becoming tradition around here. Just don't do it during lunch. Kanna gets real cranky if her curry gets interrupted."
Kanna rolled her eyes but didn't deny it.
As they walked through the cafeteria next, Ritsuka noticed how well-maintained everything was. Training posters hung alongside motivational slogans, and the kitchen staff waved at Kanna and Konoka—clearly familiar with the pair.
"This is the mess hall," Kanna explained. "It doubles as a lounge sometimes when students aren't eating."
Ritsuka turned his stream camera toward it. "Chat, take a look."
[Chat]
> "That's cleaner than my school cafeteria."
> "Do I see pudding in that fridge?"
> "Why does this feel more elite than a real police HQ?"
Kanna then led them toward the rooftop training field. It was set up like a tactical city grid, with mock buildings, vehicles, and even dummies dressed as robbers.
"This is where most of our field exercises happen," Kanna said proudly. "It's realistic, immersive, and... occasionally explodes."
Ritsuka blinked. "Excuse me?"
Konoka snickered. "Don't worry. Only the first couple weeks. After that, you just get used to ducking."
Kanna sighed. "Why do I feel like you two are going to cause chaos together?"
Ritsuka held up his stream phone. "The internet already decided that was going to happen."
[Chat
"Chaos Duo unlocked."
"Konoka and Ritsuka tag team chaos arc incoming.
"Bet: who breaks something first?"]
Konoka looked at Ritsuka, her grey eyes gleaming playfully. "Let's not disappoint them then, huh?"
Ritsuka gave a sly grin. "Not planning to."
Kanna facepalmed. "Why me…"
And with that, the Valkyrie Police Academy tour was over—though clearly, the chaos was just beginning.
Ritsuka looked at her as he spoke. "So, what the classes here like".
She haded him a vest, as Ritsuka was confused.
5 minutes later, Ritsuka was dodging Bullets in the training field.
Ritsuka screamed as he spoke. "What even is this school!".
Meanwhile Ritsuka stream was still going and Chat was going Crazy.
Ritsuka barely rolled aside as another rubber round cracked into the dirt beside him. The vest absorbed the shock of the earlier hits, but damn, they still stung.
"WHY DOES A SCHOOL HAVE LIVE-FIRE TRAINING?!" he yelled, voice cracking as he sprinted behind a barricade.
Kanna reloaded with the calm, unbothered expression of someone doing morning stretches.
"This is Valkyrie Academy," she reminded him, raising her pistol again. "We train the future police force. If you can't dodge bullets, how will you dodge criminals?"
"That's NOT the normal order of learning!" Ritsuka complained, diving as another round zipped past his ear.
Meanwhile, in the streaming window floating at the edge of his vision:
[Chat:
IS THAT KANNA WITH A GUN??
BRO THIS SCHOOL IS BUILT DIFFERENT
RITSUKA YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS??
MAIN CHARACTER ADVANTAGE ISN'T REAL HERE LOL]
Konoka watching from the sidelines with her arms crossed, called out, "You're doing fine! Most first-years cry by this point!"
"That's not encouraging!!" he hissed, ducking again.
Kanna fired another precise shot that hit the wall inches from his hand. "Don't worry. These are non-lethal."
Ritsuka peeked over the barrier. "NON-LETHAL? THEY STILL HURT!"
"It builds character."
"No, it builds TRAUMA!"
Hina chuckled quietly. "Welcome to Valkyrie Academy, new student."
Ritsuka slumped behind the barrier, panting.
"…I should've stayed with dragon girls and cat girls. At least they don't SHOOT ME."
Kanna aimed again. "Training's not over."
Ritsuka immediately scrambled to his feet. "OH COME ON—!"
Chat exploded again.
Ritsuka clicked the magazine into his Desert Eagle, the heavy metal thunk sounding far too familiar for someone who'd only been here half a day.
"Valkyrie Academy is something else," he muttered, adjusting his stance the way Mash and Sigurd drilled into him years ago.
Across the field, Hina spread her wings slightly, grinning.
"Good. You're starting to sound like one of us."
Kanna chambered a round in her sidearm without even looking at it. "Next drill: return fire."
Ritsuka blinked. "Wait—RETURN—?!"
A buzzer sounded.
Targets popped up.
Some were cardboard silhouettes.
Some moved.
Some SHOOT BACK.
The chat on his stream immediately detonated:
Chat:
BRO VALKYRIE ACADEMY IS A WARCRIME IN DISGUISE
WHY DOES THE TARGET HAVE A GUN TOO??
RITSUKA TEACH ME
IS THIS EVEN LEGAL??
Ritsuka exhaled, centering himself.
He raised his Desert Eagle.
BOOM.
The recoil kicked like a mule, but the shot nailed a moving target cleanly in the head.
Kanna's eyes widened. "Oh? Nice aim."
Kokona blinked once. High praise, coming from her.
Ritsuka blew the smoke off the barrel. "I've fought worse."
The next target — a mechanical dummy with a riot shield — rotated toward him with mechanical coldness and charged.
Ritsuka's confidence evaporated.
"Oh COME ON—!!"
He ducked just as the dummy swung.
Kokona cheered. "Good reflexes!"
Chat spammed emojis of coffins.
Kanna called out, "Remember: survive five minutes and you pass!"
Ritsuka shouted back, dodging another swing, "WHY DOES EVERY CLASS HERE REQUIRE ME TO SURVIVE SOMETHING?!"
"Because it's Valkyrie Academy," Hina said sweetly.
"Worst. Transfer. Decision. EVER!"
He fired again, hitting the dummy in the kneecap and skidding back.
This school wasn't "something else."
It was a battlefield.
And Ritsuka Morningstar was right at home… kind of.
Five minutes later, Ritsuka was on his knees, hands on the floor, breathing like he just sprinted through three Lostbelts and a Chaos Tide.
Kanna casually walked over and handed him something.
A paper bag.
Ritsuka stared at it. "…This?"
Kanna nodded with the same calm tone she used while firing live rounds at him earlier.
"Sound-proof paper bag. Don't ask how it works. We… scream into it sometimes. For many reasons."
Ritsuka looked at the bag, then at her, then back at the bag again.
"…I'm afraid to ask what you scream about."
Kanna's face didn't change. "Paperwork. Mostly paperwork."
Ritsuka felt his spine tingle. Somehow that sounded worse than bullets.
Behind them, Konoka slung her backpack over one shoulder and let out a soft laugh.
"You're doing good for your first day. Most newbies either faint, quit, or accidentally shoot the dummy instructor."
Ritsuka blinked. "The dummy instructor?"
Konoka grinned. "Yep. You know, the robot shaped like a teacher? It exists as a psychological test. If you shoot it, you fail."
"…You didn't tell me NOT to shoot it."
Kanna shrugged. "You didn't shoot it. So it worked out."
"WHAT IF I HAD?!"
Konoka patted his shoulder. "Then we'd give you two paper bags."
Ritsuka looked at the sound-proof paper bag again.
"…I'm going to use this, aren't I?"
"In about ten minutes," Kanna said bluntly.
Konoka smirked. "Welcome to Valkyrie Academy, Ritsuka. Your suffering builds character."
Ritsuka sighed, lifted the paper bag…
…and quietly screamed into it.
Konoka leaned forward with a smug little grin.
"Of course it works. It's Valkyrie tech. We've invented like… thirty illegal things by accident."
Kanna nodded seriously.
"It can handle explosions, gunfire, emotional breakdowns, and Hibiki on caffeine."
Ritsuka froze. "Hibiki on what?"
Konoka shuddered theatrically. "You'll meet her eventually. Just… don't give her soda. Or sugar. Or oxygen, honestly."
Ritsuka slowly looked back down at the paper bag.
"…Still can't believe this thing actually works."
Kanna crossed her arms. "The sound won't escape unless you rip it. A couple of the instructors carry three at all times."
Konoka tapped his shoulder. "Try it again."
Ritsuka inhaled…
Lifted the bag…
Let out a long, frustrated yell—
Silence.
Perfect silence.
Ritsuka pulled the bag down, astonished.
"…I didn't hear anything. Not even echo."
Kanna nodded calmly. "Yep. It's our most successful invention."
Konoka smirked. "Better than our grenade stapler."
Ritsuka's soul faltered. "Your what?"
Kanna: "Grenade stapler."
Konoka: "Self-explanatory."
Ritsuka: "I want to go home."
Konoka blinked.
Then blinked again.
"…Regulus?" she repeated, as if tasting the word.
Kanna tilted her head. "Isn't that… like, a star? Or a lion? Or—something cool?"
Ritsuka shrugged awkwardly. "Dad thought it sounded 'heroic.' Mom said it sounded 'dramatic.' I didn't get a vote."
Konoka leaned closer with a grin that was far too playful for 8 a.m.
"So you're telling me your full name is Ritsuka Regulus Morning Star—
RRMS—
and you somehow expect people not to assume you're important?"
Ritsuka sighed.
"I'm not even trying to stand out…"
Kanna nodded sympathetically.
"Yeah, but your name screams 'main character.' Even I felt a character introduction cue."
Konoka snapped her fingers. "RIGHT?! I literally heard anime OST in my head!"
Ritsuka groaned into the soundproof bag.
Konoka patted his back. "Relax, Lion Star. We'll keep your cool name secret."
Kanna added, deadpan:
"Until someone asks."
Ritsuka: "That's not comforting."
Konoka's eyes widened, a slow grin forming as she leaned in like she'd just discovered premium gossip fuel.
"Orion Morning Star?!
Sensei's middle name is literally the name of a constellation with a giant murder belt."
Kanna nodded thoughtfully.
"So your dad is Orion, and you're Regulus. That means if you ever have a son, he'll probably be named… I dunno… Polaris?"
Ritsuka blinked. "Please don't manifest that into the universe."
Konoka snapped her fingers again.
"Ooooh, or Sirius! Because he'd be the brightest thing in your life!"
She laughed at her own joke while Kanna facepalmed.
Ritsuka groaned. "It's just a tradition… My grandfather was Altair, okay?"
Konoka froze.
Kanna froze.
Konoka: "Your grandpa was Altair?"
Kanna: "Like… the legendary star of the Summer Triangle Altair?"
Ritsuka: "…His brothers were Deneb and Vega."
Konoka fell to her knees laughing.
"BRO YOUR FAMILY TREE IS A NIGHT SKY MAP."
Kanna, dead serious:
"…Your family naming sense is a celestial gacha."
Ritsuka buried his face in the soundproof bag again.
Ritsuka sat there in the Valkyrie classroom, notebook open, but his brain barely processing half the absurdity being thrown at him.
Four hours in, and he had already concluded:
Kivotos is a functional country in the same way a circus is a functional business.
Like—things technically work, but in "how the hell does this not collapse" kind of way.
---
Ritsuka's inner thoughts:
'Every district has its own police force…
…but they also have their own judges, their own laws, their own councils…
…and apparently no one checks if their rules make sense.'
He rubbed his forehead.
Trinity's Justice Realization Committee.
Gehenna's Disciplinary Committee.
Red Winter's Prefect Team.
Hyakkiyako's Prefectures.
Shanhaijing's Elders.
Abydos's… well, almost-extinct committee.
Every school behaved like a tiny country.
And Valkyrie?
The "normal" cops of the whole region.
Which meant their job was basically:
"Keep the chaos from merging into one big explosion."
And somehow… that was the most sane thing Ritsuka had heard all morning.
Then came the part that made his brain crash:
Valkyrie can't actually do anything when a student commits a crime and runs to another district.
Konoka leaned back, arms behind her head.
"Yep. If a Gehenna kid punches someone in Trinity territory and flees back home? We can't follow. 'District Sovereignty.'"
Kanna added with the calmness of someone long dead inside.
"And if they join forces with another school's council? Even worse. Political nightmare."
Ritsuka blinked slowly.
"So crime is legal as long as you cross the street?"
Konoka: "Pretty much!"
Kanna: "That's why SRT exists. They handle cross-district crime."
Ritsuka stared.
"…SRT? The military-special-ops-loli-swat-team?"
Kanna nodded.
Konoka shrugged. "They're efficient, okay?"
Ritsuka leaned back in his seat, staring at the ceiling as if it held answers from a higher power.
"I met grown adults here. I know they exist.
So why are a bunch of teenagers running a nation like it's a multiplayer server with no admin online?"
Kanna patted his shoulder.
"Congratulations, Ritsuka. You've reached the same question the rest of us asked on day one."
Konoka smirked.
"You'll get used to it.
Probably.
Maybe.
…no promises."
Ritsuka sighed.
"…Kivotos isn't a nation. It's a controlled apocalypse."
Konoka: "YEP."
And class continued like this was normal.
Kanna nodded while packing her textbook away. "Yeah. Kivotos is basically ninety percent politics, ten percent explosions."
Konoka snorted. "More like fifty-fifty."
Ritsuka rubbed his temples. "Still… better policies than half the countries I've been to. And run by school girls with guns. And halos. How."
Kanna shrugged like it was completely normal. "You get used to it after the first year."
Konoka leaned in with a grin. "Or you go insane. One of the two. No middle ground."
Ritsuka sighed as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "And I'm going to all fourteen schools… how am I supposed to survive this level of political balancing?"
Kanna gave him a thumbs-up. "With patience."
Konoka added, "And a gun. Mostly a gun."
Ritsuka looked between them. "…That's not comforting."
Kanna smiled innocently. "It's not meant to be."
To be continue
Hope people like this Ch here and give me power stones
I for the longest Time didn't know where to go with this Fic, I knew the streams and Harem build and Slice of life was gonna be apart but there was no one arching Plot
So yeah, I came aftee how many months only to realise, Wait Blue Archive has Geo Political issue, sure the game doesn't fouces on them that much but it's a thibg