Reincarnated into Madness: Yandere Family's Unwanted Slave-Chapter 26: VOLUME 2 - 9: Class Assignment.

'All because of this dumb, mouthy little servant boy.'

She bit her lower lips in silence yet recalling how he surprised the students including her by standing up and rebuking Sayaka before everyone, a faint look of helplessness was seen on her face.

On the stage, Kenshin still hadn't spoken. The entire room waited. The tension stretched thinner... thinner...

Until, A booming laugh exploded from Kenshin's chest. As Loud, Genuine and Carefree as any.

The grim knight threw his head back and laughed without reservation, the sound bouncing off the high, vaulted ceilings.

The stunned students sat frozen, unsure whether this was a good sign... or the beginning of a massacre.

Wiping an invisible tear from the corner of his eye, Kenshin finally pointed a thick, armored finger directly at Hitoshi.

"You," he said, voice gruff but strangely warm. "Kid. What's your name?"

Hitoshi stiffened. His face blanched as panic immediately set in.

'Oh no. Oh no. Is it that he's still mad? Did I not calm him down earlier?!'

' No...., Thanks to that fur brained girl, He's totally mad! He's gonna squish me like a bug!'

He gulped audibly, his small fists clenched nervously at his sides. Still, with all the shaky bravery a ten-year-old could muster, he forced his voice out:

"Uh... Hitoshi, sir! Hitoshi...Hitoshi Mitsuki!"

' Mitsuki?, what house is that?'

' Have you heard of it before?'

' Nope, could he be the son of a wealthy merchant?'

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' Maybe the illegitimate child of a high ranking noble?'

A long pause stretched within the orientation venue as the Students began thinking and murmuring within themselves. Then Kenshin barked another laugh, shaking his head.

"Hitoshi, huh?" he mused, almost thoughtfully. His crimson gaze flickered with a hint of something dangerous, but not cruel.

"A sight for sore eyes, you are," he said, grinning beneath his dark helm. "Finally... a brat around here with more fire in his gut than a room full grubby statues."

He swept his gaze mockingly across the rest of the students, who bristled but didn't dare speak.

"Most of ya sitting here like polished dolls at a funeral. But this brat—" he jabbed a thumb toward Hitoshi, "—he's got more spirit than half your noble houses combined."

The crowd flinched as one, stung and shamed. Some grumbled at the remark, others shot unfriendly gazes at Hitoshi.

Meanwhile, Hitoshi stood frozen in his seat, cheeks burning bright pink.

He wasn't sure if he should feel proud... or terrified or maybe both.

Aiko who not long returned to normal, slowly dragged her hands down her face with a long suffering sigh.

'This is gonna be the death of me...'

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With a single snap of his armored fingers, Instructor Kenshin caused a sharp crack to echo through the vast hall.

Everyone flinched at the sound.

The next moment, A shimmer pulsed in front of Kenshin's outstretched hand, and a long scroll of parchment flickered into existence like smoke woven into form. He caught it lazily with one hand, unfurling it with a flick of his wrist before glancing down at the neatly inscribed names.

"Alright, brats," Kenshin drawled, his deep voice reverberating like distant thunder. "When your name is called, get down here. We're testing your potential. That'll decide your class placement. A, B, C, D... or maybe something worse."

Whispers filled the air. Students shifted uneasily in their seats.

Hitoshi furrowed his brows. "Huh...? What's he talkin' about?" he mumbled under his breath.

He leaned toward Aiko and whispered cautiously, shielding his mouth with one hand like he was passing notes in a military base. "What's all this class stuff? I thought we already came to school."

Aiko glanced at him without turning her head, her chin resting elegantly on one gloved hand. "It's not Class stuff but our Potential Class Evaluation," she replied flatly. "There are tiers Common, Intermediate, Advanced, Legendary... and so on when deciphering ones Potential Class. Your rank decides your class section. D through A. The higher the potential, the better your opportunities."

"Oooh," Hitoshi's eyes widened, then his lips curved into a mischievous grin. "So basically, I might not have to stick with your spoiled butt for the whole school year."

Aiko's eye twitched.

She turned to face him properly, slow and deliberate. "...What is that supposed to mean?"

But Hitoshi was already leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head, satisfied as if he'd just solved world hunger.

"It means I might get lucky and land somewhere peaceful... away from vampires with anger issues," he muttered, smirking up at the ceiling.

Aiko stared at him with narrowed eyes, a cold puff of breath escaping her nose.

'He really thinks he's something, doesn't he? If he dares rank higher than me, I'll—'

"Tsukishiro Sayaka," Kenshin's voice boomed through the hall, silencing the room like a hammer slamming down on glass.

A rustle of recognition spread across the students. A name too familiar.

"She's up already?"

"That's the icy genius!"

"Daughter of Marquis Tsukishiro... makes sense."

In the front row, Sayaka stood with practiced elegance. Her waist-length silver hair swayed as she adjusted her uniform, three shimmering fox tails trailing behind her with delicate grace.

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