A crossover anime, where people are in Classroom of the Imaginary Era, and behind the scenes, the ki

In Class B classroom, the setting sun cast long shadows on the desks.

Honami Ichinose looked at her friend, who was smiling easily, and her lips twitched, her feelings complicated.

Even if you know that this kind of thing cannot be hidden, you should discuss it with everyone.

But the Black Ball Trial is different from a regular exam, and she couldn't let rumors spread in the class and cause unnecessary panic.

She originally planned to discuss countermeasures privately with someone else, but unexpectedly, Shiraha Chihiro had already volunteered.

Have you thought it through?

Ichinose couldn't help but press down on Chihiro Shiranami's hand, her eyes filled with anxiety:

"You have no room for error now!"

"Once something goes wrong, it will be truly irreversible!"

"Ichinose, no need." Shiranami winked playfully at her. "Even if we change the quota now, who else in the class do you think would be suitable to replace me?"

Ichinose was speechless.

As Bai Bo said, only a handful of people in the class, including Kanzaki Ryuji and Amakura Asako, know about the black ball, and none of them fully believe it.

Moreover...

Would anyone really be willing to step forward when their life is in danger?

Or should we let her participate, randomly selecting a lucky audience member who is unaware of the risks?

Chihiro Shirami knew very well that Ichinose would definitely ask her classmates for help.

However, Honami Ichinose should not be the kind of person who morally blackmails others, not even for her safety.

"It's okay, even if I fail..."

Chihiro Shiraha grasped Ichinose's slightly cold hand in return. "I also believe that Ichinose will be able to accumulate enough points to allow me to be reborn, right?"

"but......"

Ichinose wanted to find a way to satisfy both sides.

"Since Bai Bo has already come to his senses, this is indeed the best solution at present."

From the side, Wang Cang Ma Zi, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up to remind him.

"However, this is not a long-term solution."

"The truth will eventually come out. Perhaps... we should consider gradually letting everyone know this reality."

She paused, then added:

"If conditions permit, could we take some pictures of the monsters during this exam? Even though there's no signal, the phone should still work, right?"

"Only by letting them see the cruelty of that world with their own eyes can true unity be inspired."

"......I see."

Ichinose reluctantly agreed.

But she knew it in her heart.

It's hard to say that anyone would risk their life for class points; in the end, they'll probably still have to rely on the equipment provided by the Black Ball.

Speaking of equipment, Ichinose couldn't help but recall the little incident of "borrowing for testing" before, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

The lingering warmth of her body on the bodysuit, the faint scent of her breath...

'Now is not the time to think about these things!'

She shook her head violently, forcing herself to calm down, and followed Netkura Mako's lead, looking at the advanced development map on her phone.

The three of them declined other classmates' invitations and stayed in the classroom, using the last rays of the setting sun to repeatedly deduce the possibility of using various terrain features to restrain the monster.

Before we knew it, the sky was getting dark.

"Ding dong."

A notification sound indicating special attention was issued.

Ichinose opened the group chat of the [Black Ball Mutual Aid Association] and found that Class A and Class D had already confirmed their exam slots, and no new members had joined the group.

Long Yuanxiang, who often goes offline, suddenly brought in a newcomer.

The note reads: Albert Yamada.

That big black guy in Class C?

"Is the exam about to begin?" Chihiro Shiraha asked softly.

Just as Ichinose was about to respond, a piercing scream suddenly rang in her ears.

"ah--!!!"

The three of them were startled and quickly ran to the corridor railing to look in the direction of the sound.

In the lobby below the teaching building, several students who hadn't had time to leave the school were flailing about in the air, surrounded by a group of monsters dressed in tattered Edo-era clothing with eerie red lights flashing on their chests.

Meanwhile, on the second-floor corridor not far away, Hirata Yosuke from Class D was leaning half his body out over the railing, shouting at the top of his lungs at the bottom of his lungs, trying to attract the attention of the monsters.