The Strongest Transcendent In History Is The Strongest
Chapter 1: The All Powerful Omnipotent Zettai
The enigmatic figure guides me directly to the principal's office, his voice taking on a serious tone as he states, "Follow me." Without hesitation, I comply, trailing behind him through the bustling hallways of the school, where an air of anticipation seems to hang over the atmosphere. Students rush past us, chatting animatedly and laughing, completely unaware of the gravity of our journey.
As we approach the door to the principal’s office, the mysterious man stops and confidently opens it, revealing a spacious room filled with various academic accolades adorning the walls. Inside, the principal sits behind a large, polished desk, and upon seeing us enter, a wide grin spreads across his face. "Ah, I see you brought him with you. Good work, Zettai," he remarks, his voice warm yet authoritative.
My mind races at the mention of the name. Zettai? As in the legendary, all-powerful being known throughout the school for his incomprehensible abilities? The very thought sends a shiver down my spine. The concept of omnipotence, the ability to wield infinite power and accomplish anything without restriction, is almost intimidating.
I cannot help but ponder the implications of being in the presence of such a formidable figure. What must it be like to possess such strength? Is he truly as powerful as the rumors suggest?
The mysterious man, who I now understand is indeed Zettai, lets out a resigned sigh. "I thought I could keep this under wraps for a little longer," he admits, a hint of frustration lacing his tone.
The principal, still grinning, casually waves his hand as if brushing off the matter. "Oh right, I momentarily forgot about your penchant for secrecy regarding your identity. My bad," he says with a chuckle, clearly unfazed.
Zettai straightens himself, his expression turning serious and resolute. "I suppose there’s no point in hiding it any longer. Yes, that’s correct. My name is Zettai, and I am known for my omnipotence throughout this school."
As I absorb this revelation, a sense of calm washes over me, yet my inner thoughts swirl in a mix of awe and trepidation. To think that I am in the presence of someone deemed one of the strongest forces in this educational institution is both thrilling and overwhelming.
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With an unexpected flourish, Zettai removes his hood, allowing his striking red hair and piercing white eyes to come into full view. My eyes widen in astonishment as recognition dawns on me; that unmistakable face belongs to Zettai without a doubt. "You really are Zettai," I exclaim, my voice betraying my surprise.
"Yes, that is correct," he replies, his tone firm yet not unfriendly.
“Honestly, I thought you were something else entirely,” I respond, feeling a mix of disbelief and respect toward him.
The principal interjects, his demeanor casual as ever, "Take him to class 1A. His new teacher is waiting for him there."
Zettai nods, acknowledging the principal's directive with a respectful bow of his head, a gesture that somehow adds to the gravity of his already formidable presence. I cannot help but wonder what kind of person could command such reverence from someone like Zettai.
As we make our way to the door of Classroom 1A, Zettai maintains a calm demeanor, breaking the silence by saying, "Well, we’re here now." He opens the door, and inside, I am greeted by the sight of a vibrant classroom buzzing with energy.
Seated at the front is Shinpii, my new teacher, who possesses a dazzling head of yellow hair and bright cyan eyes. Her teacher's outfit appears both professional and inviting, suggesting a demeanor that balances authority with approachability. She is already waiting attentively for me, her expression welcoming yet inquisitive.
I step into the classroom with a deep breath, determined to make a good impression. "Hello, everyone. My name is Kiro Yatsu, and I hope to get along well with all of you today." My voice carries a mix of confidence and a hint of nervousness as all eyes turn towards me, each gaze filled with curiosity.
"Well, you should get along with him, guys," Shinpii remarks coolly, her tone encouraging, "he’s new after all. Kiro Yatsu, you can take your seat in the back."
Grateful for her guidance, I make my way to the back of the classroom, where I find an empty seat next to a fellow student. Kurokami is her name, and she has long black hair that contrasts strikingly with her bright green eyes, all neatly framed by the standard school uniform.
Kurokami glances at me, her expression tinged with curiosity. Sensing her gaze, I turn to meet her eye, prompting her to speak. “What is it?” I ask, intrigued by her interest.
“How does a student of your caliber even end up at this school?” she inquires, her eyes narrowing as if trying to discern my secret. "The entrance test to get into this place is nearly impossible, and no average student like you could possibly achieve that. So how did you manage to get in?"
Calmly, I respond, a smirk forming on my lips, “Isn’t that obvious?” The challenge in her gaze inspires a newfound determination within me, igniting my resolve to prove that I indeed belong here, regardless of what anyone might think.
To be continued...
