Classes are boring.
Let me repeat that: classes are really, really boring.
The teacher kept droning on about things Jeanne Alter already knew. After all, she'd only inherited the Saint Graph of Jeanne Alter, not her brain. It's not like changing her identity meant she'd suddenly forget everything she ever learned.
High-school math in Japan was child's play, and as for subjects like history and Japanese, she could easily handle them by relying on the all-powerful [Holy Grail]. Becoming a top student was practically effortless.
Seriously… if only I'd had the [Grail] back when I was in school…
Jeanne Alter slumped lazily on her desk, muttering softly to herself.
Of course, if it had been the [Black Grail], she'd pass. If she wished to ace the exam with the [Black Grail], she'd bet half a buck that it would grant her wish by blowing up the entire school instead.
If it were just about destroying the school, she might hesitate briefly—but if people would actually get hurt, then forget it.
When the bell rang at three in the afternoon, most students headed to their club activities. Groups of friends chatted excitedly, debating whether to hit karaoke or visit the arcade.
As a new transfer student, Jeanne Alter naturally had no clubs to attend. With her brown school bag casually slung over her shoulder, she walked along the dirt path toward the school gates.
Nobody had invited her to join a club today. In fact, almost nobody had talked to her.
Jeanne Alter was definitely attractive. While perhaps not as stunningly radiant as Rias, she had a beauty that grew on people—the more you looked, the more captivating she became. In terms of appearance alone, she easily ranked among Kuoh Academy's top students.
However, her self-introduction had left classmates with an intimidating first impression: fierce, unapproachable.
Rumors like "the new girl is a gang leader who's stabbed people before" had probably already spread.
"Classes ending at three, huh? Even my elementary school wasn't this generous."
Jeanne Alter laughed dryly, muttering self-deprecatingly, "I never imagined I'd actually get to experience high school life where classes end before ten at night."
Beside the dirt path was a grassy slope overlooking a large open field, where several students were kicking a soccer ball around.
"Hmph. Youth, huh? I used to play soccer all the time in high school too—though I usually ended up as goalkeeper. Wait, did I actually play soccer indoors too...? Hmm... can't remember clearly..."
She paused, lightly tapping her foot against the path. Watching the students below, Jeanne Alter felt the familiar itch to join them and relive her own carefree days on the pitch. But...
"My current self is hardly suited for kicking balls around. If I'm gonna play, I'd better do it with other Servants. Otherwise, it might end up like that volleyball game between EMIYA, Cu Chulainn, Artoria, and Emiya Shirou... EMIYA's spike nearly killed Shirou on the spot."
EMIYA only had D-rank Strength, yet his volleyball spike had flown like a cannonball. With her own A-rank Strength, a single kick would probably demolish the whole field.
Jeanne Alter quickly lost interest—the boys' amateurish moves now seemed painfully slow and clumsy.
Besides...
"Why do those guys keep glancing away from the ball every few seconds?"
Following their line of sight, Jeanne Alter noticed the groups of girls chatting merrily near the field's edges and slopes. Instantly understanding the boys' motivations, she frowned in irritation.
You're playing soccer, right? Why the heck are you staring at girls like you've never seen one before? I hope the ball hits you square in the head... No, better yet, right between your legs. That'll teach you some sense.
With nobody around to talk to, Jeanne Alter quickly grew bored. Turning away, she decided to leave.
Back on the field, two boys battled for control, sending the ball skyward. Another boy eagerly raced forward, his eyes glittering—this was his moment to show off!
He caught the ball neatly with his chest and prepared to strike, drawing his leg back confidently. His foot swung forward, launching the ball with a powerful kick toward the goal—
Unfortunately, the shot went completely off-target, flying not into the net or even hitting the fence, but sailing directly toward two girls sitting obliviously on the grassy slope, lost in conversation.
"Oh, crap!"
The boy instantly realized he'd messed up, but could do nothing as the ball soared dangerously toward the unaware girls.
Hearing the sound, one girl instinctively turned her head, but it was too late. Her eyes widened in shock, yet she couldn't move.
If nothing happened, that soccer ball was going straight for her head.
But then...
Thud!
The girl's hair fluttered gently in the sudden breeze. Still frozen in shock, she stared blankly ahead.
In front of her, an elegant, pale hand gripped the soccer ball tightly, effortlessly stopping it just inches from her face.
"That was pretty close, wasn't it?"
Both girls looked up slowly, stunned by the face above them. It wasn't heart-stoppingly beautiful, but it was undeniably charming—a face you'd feel better just by seeing.
After all, seeing something beautiful or cute always improved one's mood, boy or girl.
"I could say you should've been more careful... but honestly, how could you have avoided something like this? Pure bad luck," Jeanne Alter said with a faint smile, tossing the ball lightly in her hand. "You two alright? No trauma or anything?"
After a stunned silence, one girl flushed bright red, stammering shyly, "N-no... we're okay! Th-thank you..."
"Good, good. Otherwise..." Jeanne Alter tilted her head, meeting the anxious gaze of the boy who had rushed over. "You would've been in deep trouble."
The boy scratched his head nervously, unable to meet Jeanne Alter's intimidating gaze—not just from embarrassment, but from fear of her icy glare.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp tug on his ear. Jeanne Alter had grabbed it, forcing him to bend down and face her directly.
Then, slowly, a wicked smile formed on her lips.
"Much better. I don't like having to crane my neck up at anyone... except for corpses skewered on my lance, feeding vultures."
"You, kid. You kept glancing around the field, desperate to impress those girls, huh?"
Her fierce, battle-hardened aura and dragon-witch allure amplified her beauty exponentially. Any dragon-aligned beings would've been particularly overwhelmed—but even a normal boy like this was quickly reduced to blubbering nonsense.
Jeanne Alter leaned close, voice dropping to a seductive murmur, "Watch carefully. If you really want girls' attention…"
She drew her arm back, her smile becoming more wickedly confident.
"You've gotta do at least this much!"
With a casual motion, Jeanne Alter kicked the soccer ball.
It sailed effortlessly over the entire field, never touching the ground, landing perfectly in the goal with a satisfying swish.
The goalkeeper stared blankly, utterly bewildered, doubting whether he was dreaming or not.
Proving her point instantly, more and more eyes turned toward her direction, expressions shifting from shock to awe.
The field wasn't full-sized, but kicking a soccer ball that far with pinpoint accuracy required extraordinary strength and precision. People quickly realized the sheer impossibility of her feat.
The previously entranced boy now stared open-mouthed, frozen in awe.
But Jeanne Alter wasn't done. She twisted his ear slightly, making him flinch again.
"Got it? Once you can pull off something like that, then you can think about impressing girls. Right now…"
She smiled coldly, tightening her grip. "Your main concern should be making sure girls don't hate you. Now hurry up and apologize."
"Ah! S-sorry... I'm really sorry...!"
"Not to me, you idiot! If you offended me, you'd have no chance to apologize. Apologize to these two girls!"
After the boy sincerely apologized, the girls easily forgave him. The atmosphere relaxed, no one got hurt, and peace was restored—so much so it bored Jeanne Alter again.
Finally, she reached out to help one of the girls stand. The girl hesitated, blushing furiously, heart racing as she shyly accepted Jeanne's warm hand.
"Worried your legs might give out," Jeanne Alter remarked casually. "Well, since you're fine, guess there's no need for me to take you to the nurse's office. I'll be off, then."
Without waiting for a response, Jeanne Alter threw her bag over her shoulder and walked away decisively, leaving everyone behind to stare in awe.
Leaving the school, Jeanne Alter sighed inwardly.
This world really is filled with ridiculously overpowered beings…
If things got tough, though, she'd have to reluctantly unleash her ultimate trump card.
You guys think you're the only ones with cheats? Think again! I've got my own up my sleeve!
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T/N: oooh whats her cheat hmmmm hmmmm hmmmmm errr ii uhhh hmmmm