A few notes before we start this chapter.
Francois' age will be altered.
Ryusui's age will be altered (Timeline is 2015 and in Dr stone Ryusui was 29 before the petrification)
His brother's personality is different for the sake of the story.
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"Oh?" Ryuusui paused at the doorway of his room.
Two neatly folded uniforms lay on the bed. One had his name embroidered in gold thread.
The other read: Francois.
He snapped his fingers, delighted.
"It seems fate has different plans for us."
Francois lowered their gaze for a moment, then exhaled politely.
"Yes. I am also going to the school," they said, shoulders lifting in a tiny shrug.
Ryuusui burst into laughter, loud and amused.
"This is wonderful news." He clapped his hands together like a kid who just found a new treasure. "If I am to conquer a new territory, it is only natural that my greatest subordinate joins the expedition."
Francois's expression did not change, though the corners of their mouth twitched just barely. "I suppose I will be there to ensure you do not burn the entire building down."
Ryuusui placed a hand over his heart. "How rude. I never burn anything. I simply… own it."
His playful tone faded, and his expression sharpened with focused ambition.
"Although, before we go to this school," he said, "I need to learn more about it."
He leaned forward slightly, eyes brimming with interest.
"A school that cannot be bought. A government fortress of education. A place that supposedly produces the most successful individuals. It sounds like a challenge worthy of Ryuusui Nanami."
In another room, his brother sat on his own bed, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. The quiet walls did nothing to calm his thoughts.
"Ryuusui is so arrogant," he muttered, staring at the ceiling. "He does not have a clue."
He rolled onto his side and let out a long sigh. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning, but his mind was far from peaceful.
"The reason I froze his accounts was because of the point system in that school," he said to himself. "Privileged people like him are bound to live it easy there. If he had access to unlimited funds, he would turn that place into a personal kingdom within a week."
He closed his fist tightly, the frustration clear in his expression.
"But living off one hundred thousand points per month will not be easy for him. It will feel like hell."
He turned again, lying flat on his stomach like someone defeated by their own strategy.
"And if he cannot adapt, there is a chance he will get expelled."
He knew his brother. That possibility would never sit well.
"But he is far too prideful to let go. Even if the school crushes him, he will crawl back and bite it."
His gaze softened, not with pity, but with uneasy respect.
"There are people there who can even put him to shame. Geniuses, strategists, monsters hiding behind quiet faces. Ryuusui might finally learn what it feels like to lose."
"Even so, it was probably a mistake to enroll Francois as well," his brother yawned, stretching as if the weight of his own decision made him tired. "But there is also a possibility that Ryuusui will quit and leave."
He sat up and stared at the wall. Hanging there was a thirty-million-yen painting, silent and elegant, judging him like some ancient work of art that understood every flaw in the Nanami family.
"I fear that he is too close to Francois," he whispered. "If Ryuusui truly wants something, he will tear down mountains to get it. So I had to do it. It was a tactical move."
He tried to convince himself, nodding with forced confidence.
"Even so, with Francois at that school, it will be even less of a challenge for him," he groaned. "That butler can turn a mud hut into a five-star hotel if given five minutes and a mop."
His shoulders slumped as he rubbed his eyes.
"It is not that I dislike him or anything. Ryuusui is my little brother. I just…" He hesitated, searching for the right words. "It is for his own good. Someone has to force him to face reality eventually."
He dragged himself over to his computer chair and dropped into it like a corpse falling into a coffin. The screen lit up, reflecting a faint grin from him despite his exhaustion.
"Ryuusui, I hope you have a good time," he said, clicking a button as if sealing the fate of his little brother.
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Ryuusui snapped his fingers with flair.
"Haha, this uniform is not bad at all."
He spun once in front of the mirror. The red blazer caught the light in a dramatic shimmer, and his trousers fit just enough to look expensive, even though they were not. He looked like someone who would either become student council president or start a revolution before lunch.
Francois stood beside him in an identical uniform. Their curls were neatly tucked behind their ears, the blazer pressed perfectly, boots polished to a glare.
"Francois, you do not look half bad either," Ryuusui said, snapping his fingers again.
"I find it hard to guess my role now," Francois replied. "Am I a student? A butler? A weapon disguised as a child? It is confusing."
Ryuusui waved dramatically. "Not to worry. This is a new experience for both of us."
He clapped his hands like a ringmaster announcing a show. "After all, a school with a one hundred percent acceptance rate, fully funded by the government, could only be worthy of my presence."
Francois bowed slightly. "Nothing suits you better, sir."
Ryuusui grinned at the mirror. "I will only stay if it is interesting. My first priority is unfreezing my accounts. It would be too troublesome if I cannot buy the things I need for a proper entrance. I refuse to walk into that school like an ordinary mortal."
Francois opened their mouth carefully. "If you wish, I can stay behind and negotiate with your brother. Perhaps a bribe, or a strategic culinary weapon."
Ryuusui shook his head.
"It is fine. Everything can be figured out once we arrive. Even so…" His eyes narrowed with suspicion. "I doubt my brother would think this deeply. You know his specialty."
Francois nodded. "Being a nuisance?"
"A professional nuisance," Ryuusui corrected.
He threw on his red blazer jacket dramatically, as if suiting up for a presidential inauguration.
"We will do everything in due time."
He raised a finger. "First, we arrive. Second, we conquer. Third, we enjoy the spoils."
Francois picked up a suitcase. "Should I prepare our transportation?"
Ryuusui smiled confidently.
"I know the perfect transportation! Ever heard of… luxury?"
Ryuusui struck a dramatic pose as if announcing the invention of fire.
Francois clapped once. "That is the perfect idea, sir. The universe itself must have whispered it into your mind."
Ryuusui spun in a full circle, coat flaring, hair shining like a shampoo commercial.
"Now then, time to get out of these clothes. A new adventure begins tomorrow!"
He tried to pull his blazer off with one grand flourish. Instead, his arm got stuck, and he rotated like a confused rotisserie chicken.
Francois sighed with the patience of a thousand lifetimes and gently helped him escape the fabric. "Sir, if the uniform defeated you, I fear for your first day."
"Nonsense. The blazer merely fears my strength."
Francois decided not to comment on that and placed the folded uniform on the table.
Ryuusui snapped his fingers. "Francois. I need three things."
Francois pulled out a notebook faster than a gunfighter in a western. "Name them."
Ryuusui lifted one elegant finger. "First, something extremely expensive."
Francois wrote it down. "Understood."
"Second, something even more expensive."
"Yes, sir."
"Third…" Ryuusui stared dramatically at the ceiling. "…something so expensive the sun gets jealous."
Francois nodded as if this was normal human behavior. "I will begin searching for items of solar envy."
They marched out of the room with military determination… only for Francois to trip on Ryuusui's eighth suitcase.
"Careful, that case contains my emergency formal suits."
Francois rubbed their shin. "There are eight suitcases… how many emergencies are you planning to dress for?"
"At least eight."
Satisfied with his flawless logic, Ryuusui climbed into bed. It was a massive king-size monstrosity, covered in silk sheets that cost more than the average rent.
He stretched his arms and stared at the ceiling.
Then immediately sat up again.
"Wait. Where is my silk eye mask?"
A distant voice shouted, "Third drawer!"
Ryuusui woke with a thud, rolling off his king-sized bed and onto the marble floor. He stood, unfazed, and marched to the sink where a golden toothbrush awaited. The bristles sparkled like gemstones as he brushed, greeting his reflection with a confident grin.
"Another perfect morning."
He stepped out into the hall. Francois was already waiting, uniform pressed and posture flawless.
"Good morning, sir," Francois said with a bow.
Ryuusui flashed a smile. "A perfect start. Let us continue."
He changed into his red blazer and uniform trousers with deliberate precision. Every button snapped into place like armor. Once dressed, he gave himself a final glance in the mirror, satisfied.
They walked out toward the estate gardens, passing manicured hedges and fountains that looked like artwork. Just beyond the jasmine trees, a helicopter rested on the grass. A painted watermark ran across the side that simply read: luxury.
Ryuusui snapped his fingers. "Immaculate work, Francois."
Francois bowed. "Although I will not be accompanying you on the helicopter, I hope you have a safe trip."
Ryuusui paused. "You will not be coming?"
"No, sir. Most students transported their belongings earlier. Since we are late arrivals, I am responsible for relocating your luggage and mine." Francois adjusted their gloves. "The helicopter does not have enough space for everything."
Ryuusui considered this, then nodded. "Very well. Your efficiency is always reliable. We will meet on campus."
He stepped into the helicopter, adjusting the protective gear handed to him by the pilot. The blades spun faster, and the noise rippled through the neighborhood. Moments later, they lifted into the sky.
Tokyo shrank beneath him. The sun rose, painting the clouds in pale gold. Roads stretched below, and along them he could see the convoy of buses carrying new students to the school.
A perfect moment.
"Thank you for the lift. A journey is always a thrill."
He crouched, then leapt.
Wind wrapped around him like a cold embrace. His blonde hair streamed back behind him, catching the early sunlight. His blazer snapped loudly in the air, fabric rippling like a crimson banner. He closed his eyes just long enough to inhale the crisp sky.
Below, students pressed against bus windows, pointing upward. Some gasped. Some shouted. Phones appeared. No one could believe what they were seeing.
Inside one of the buses, a tall muscular student with sharp blue eyes glanced out the window. He had the same blonde hair, though shorter and wilder. His uniform collar was loose, his posture arrogant.
He clicked his tongue. "Ryuusui Nanami. I never thought he would show up here. What a showoff."
Meanwhile, Ryuusui continued to fall, body angled with perfect control. At the final moment, he pulled the parachute cord. The canopy burst open, slowing his descent until he touched down on campus grounds with practiced ease.
Students crowded around. Some stared in awe. Some whispered. A few wondered if this was normal for him.
Ryuusui brushed imaginary dust off his sleeve, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"I am here."
His voice carried across the courtyard.
A sleek limousine rolled to a stop beside him, polished so smooth it reflected the entire school like glass. Francois stepped out, uniform immaculate and not a single hair out of place. They bowed deeply.
"Welcome, sir."
Gasps spread through the crowd.