#seiko naegi kirigiri

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I couldn’t fit all the girls in this unfortunately, but I really do wish danganronpa had treated the women better

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The Final Class of Senpai's arrive! The Finale of Hope's Peak Japan! Class 73!!!!

(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) Here we are. The FINAL Class of the year and of Hope's Peak Japan. Moving Forward I'll be working on a special class and when that's done i'll finally beginning on Hope's Peak Canada~ With the first two classes being: Danganronpa Dead End & Danganronpa Distrust. Anyway, to satisfy people like @mr-11037 this class is kinda a combination of "Leftover" characters. We have the PE teacher from the anime in the bottom left, the girl from the poster in chapter 2 of THH, Kumiko, and Kaoru from Heartless Deceit, Korisu from the Kirigiri novels, and the three girls in the center with the light blonde short hair, red dress woman and the doctor being from a manga image sent to me by @notpistol. You can find the image HERE

Also, a special cameo character is Motoko Kusanagi from Ghost in the Shell Filling as the Ultimate Soldier. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) Given how she got a great reception being with the egg, I'm relieved to make that decision. GitS is my favorite anime. Every school will only get ONE Cameo girl added to the harem. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) Anyways I hit a major milestone in finishing Hope's Peak Japan this year. Hopefully, I can finish Canada next year.

Also, Class 73 and 74-A are both available to download. Check my pinned post!

ENOUGH TALKING!!! LET'S GET TO THOSE GLORIOUS GLORIOUS PICTURES!!! Give it up for Class 73!

(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) And now time for Bios below~

Anna Hanasaki - Ultimate Doctor

In the pristine corridors of hospitals and the hallowed halls of academia, Anna Hanasaki was a name that commanded respect, not for the volume of her voice, but for the weight of her expertise. Known as the Ultimate Doctor even before her tenure at Hope's Peak Academy, Anna's journey was one marked by an insatiable quest for knowledge and an innate ability to heal. Yet, beneath the sterile surface of her professional accolades lurked a fierce germophobia that shaped her path in unexpected ways.

Anna was born into a lineage of medical professionals; her lineage was a tapestry of renowned surgeons and compassionate general practitioners. Her parents, both distinguished in their fields, instilled in Anna a profound respect for the sanctity of life and the complexities of the human body. But they also unknowingly passed on a legacy of fear—a relentless, all-consuming dread of the invisible menaces that threatened the very lives they worked so hard to save.

Her father ended up with an illness for a short period of time, while ultimately overcome, left an indelible mark on her psyche. The home that once echoed with discussions of medical breakthroughs became a silent battleground against unseen microbial invaders. Anna watched as her robust father, a pillar of strength and a beacon of medical excellence, was brought low by an enemy too small to see but too potent to ignore. This formative experience became the crucible that forged Anna's resolve. She delved into medical texts with a fervor, seeking to arm herself with knowledge against the microscopic threats. Her childhood bedroom transformed into a mini laboratory, a sanctuary where she waged war on germs with the might of science. And lots of hand wipes and hand sanitizer.

Her parents, though initially supportive, grew increasingly worried as Anna's vigilance turned to obsession. Her mother, a general practitioner known for her gentle bedside manner, tried to temper Anna's fears. "Germs are a part of life, Anna-chan," she would say, her voice a soothing balm. "We coexist with them, we understand them, and we protect against them when necessary. But we mustn't let the fear of them rule us." But Anna's resolve was unyielding. She would nod, feign understanding, and return to her studies and her rituals of cleanliness. Her parents' concern deepened as they watched their daughter retreat behind a mask, both literal and figurative, that shielded her from the world but also from the simple joys of childhood.

But from a young age, Anna was already captivated by the stories of medical marvels and miraculous recoveries that filled her home. Her playtime was not of dolls and tea parties but of microscopes and anatomy books. Her curiosity about the body's mysteries was insatiable, and her parents nurtured this thirst for understanding with a blend of pride and concern. Yet, as Anna's knowledge grew, so too did her awareness of the myriad pathogens lurking on every surface, in every handshake, in every breath. And so Anna did the one thing she was best at. She began to learn.

See, Anna is a polymath, her mind a fertile ground for every branch of medicine she encountered. While her peers dedicated themselves to pediatrics or marveled at the intricacies of neurology, Anna refused to be tethered to a single discipline. Her voracious intellect hungered for more, driven by a need to understand the microscopic foes she feared so deeply. From pharmacology to epidemiology, from genetics to immunology, her mastery grew, each new discovery a shield in her armory against the invisible threats.

By the time she entered middle school, Anna's brilliance was undeniable. She topped every science fair, her projects illuminating complex medical concepts with a clarity that belied her years. But her successes were overshadowed by her escalating fear of germs. Classmates who once admired her intellect now whispered about her compulsions—the gloves she wore to turn pages, the mask that never left her face, the sanitizer she applied with ritualistic frequency. In the clinical world of hypotheses and diagnoses, Anna's successes were like beacons in the night, guiding those lost in the complexities of medical science. By the time she was navigating the turbulent waters of middle school, her reputation had taken on a life of its own. She was the wunderkind who could unravel the Gordian knot of medical quandaries with the ease of a seasoned practitioner, her youth belying the depth of her understanding.

Anna's projects became the stuff of legend within academic circles; her science fair exhibitions were more akin to masterclasses, attended by educators and students alike, all eager to glean insight from her brilliant mind. Her project on the interplay of autoimmune diseases and genetic markers was not only groundbreaking but also indicative of a talent that refused to be caged by the traditional stages of education. But perhaps the most astonishing feat was her hands-on (With gloves of course) contribution to the local clinic. Under the watchful eye of the astounded medical staff, Anna, barely a teenager, displayed diagnostic acumen that rivaled their own. She consulted on cases, her keen eye catching symptoms and patterns that others missed, suggesting treatments that yielded results where there had been little hope. It was there, in the quiet triumphs of the clinic, that Anna found a semblance of acceptance, a place where her germophobia was not an eccentricity but an asset, sharpening her focus to a razor's edge.

However her parents, while proud of the medical marvel their daughter had become, were also deeply concerned about the personal costs of her phobia. They watched as Anna's world shrank to the spaces she could control, to environments she could sterilize. Her home became both sanctuary and fortress, a place where her fears were understood, if not fully shared. Her mother's gentle attempts to introduce normalcy were met with Anna's polite but firm resistance, her father's proud declarations about his daughter's accomplishments were tinged with an unspoken worry for her well-being.

Amidst this growing parental concern and Anna's unwavering routines, a fateful encounter would unfold. At a local business fair aimed at fostering young entrepreneurs, Anna met Kumiko Arase, a girl whose sharp mind and business acumen were already turning heads. Kumiko, too, was a student who stood apart, her ambitions and ideas painting her as someone destined for corporate battlefields rather than schoolyard games. Kumiko was initially unfazed by Anna's protective gloves and mask, seeing them as quirks of a fellow prodigy rather than the symptoms of a phobia. It was this lack of judgment that allowed a bond to form between them, a connection based on mutual respect and shared ambition. For Anna, Kumiko represented a peer who saw her for her intellect and not her fears, a friend who engaged her in discussions of medical advancements and entrepreneurial strategies.

For Kumiko, Anna was an enigma, a challenge to understand, and a potential ally in her future endeavors. She appreciated Anna's meticulous nature, her ability to dissect problems with surgical precision—an attribute Kumiko could well utilize in her business plans. Their friendship, though unorthodox, was built on a foundation of understanding and a shared vision of the future, where their talents could complement each other. Anna's germophobia, while still a significant part of her life, found a place within this new friendship. Kumiko, ever the strategist, helped Anna navigate social situations with minimal stress, arranging their meetings in meticulously clean environments, ensuring Anna's comfort without patronizing her. In return, Anna offered insights into the human side of business, a perspective that enriched Kumiko's understanding of her future clientele.

Their bond was a silent rebellion against the stereotypes that sought to define them: the isolated genius and the cold-hearted businesswoman. Together, they crafted a narrative of success rooted in empathy and precision, a narrative that was about to take an unexpected turn.

The incident that catapulted Anna into the spotlight was as unforeseen as it was fateful. During a school health crisis—an outbreak of a rare and virulent strain of flu—Anna's deep understanding of infectious diseases became the linchpin in a desperate fight against time. The corridors of the middle school had become a makeshift triage, echoing with the coughs and whimpers of the afflicted. The outbreak had struck swiftly, leaving the school's medical staff overwhelmed by the sheer number of cases. It was in this chaos that Anna Hanasaki emerged as an unexpected savior. Her voice, though muffled by the mask she religiously wore, carried the unwavering conviction of someone far beyond her years. Anna directed her peers with confidence, organizing the flow of patients, delegating tasks with precision, and providing clear instructions on hygiene protocols to prevent further spread of the infection.

Her interventions were ingenious, a blend of age-old practices and avant-garde methods. She had researched extensively on this strain of flu, even before it had reached the school's doors, and had devised potential treatment plans "just in case." Anna's preparations now paid off as she implemented a regimented schedule of antivirals, hydration therapies, and symptom management techniques that she had studied from various medical journals. Her approach was holistic, treating not just the illness but the patient as a whole, ensuring their comfort and easing their fears with her calm demeanor.

The school gymnasium, transformed into a makeshift infirmary under her guidance, became a beacon of hope. Anna, with her protective gloves always on, didn't shy away from close contact when necessary. She administered care, checked vitals, and comforted her schoolmates, her presence a reassuring constant amidst the uncertainty. Her actions didn't just mitigate the spread of the illness; they saved lives. In the midst of it all, Anna Hanasaki moved tirelessly, a sentinel in the silence of the night. Her protective gloves, a barrier between her and the world she so feared, became symbols of her unwavering dedication. Yet, beneath the surface, exhaustion gnawed at her, a relentless tide eroding the shores of her resolve. For days, sleep had been an elusive specter, glimpsed only in the briefest moments of rest between her vigilant rounds.

Kumiko Arase, though attending a different school, heard of the outbreak and Anna's heroic stand against it. Her entrepreneurial mind, always seeking ways to contribute to society, saw an opportunity not only to aid a friend in need but to invest in a better future. With a swift arrangement of her burgeoning resources, Kumiko directed professional medical staff to the school's doors, their arrival a cavalry charge led by the foresight of the future Ultimate…..err….Supreme Businesswoman. They swept into the gymnasium, their expertise a reinforcement to Anna's weary defenses, allowing her, at last, to succumb to the siren call of rest.

As Anna finally allowed herself to be led to a cot, her eyes fluttering shut in the first true sleep she'd had since the crisis began, whispers of her dedication began to echo through the halls of medicine across the country. Her exhaustive vigil and the impressive network of support she'd unknowingly built, thanks to Kumiko's swift action, painted the picture of a prodigy whose potential was as limitless as her compassion.

The media storm that followed wove a narrative of a girl who, in facing her deepest fears, had emerged as a beacon of hope. "Teenage Prodigy Battles School Epidemic" was not just a headline but a testament to a burgeoning legend. Anna's tireless work during the outbreak, her innovative approaches to medical care, and her collaborative efforts with professional healthcare workers showcased a maturity and a skill set far beyond her years.

In the aftermath, as the halls of her middle school returned to their mundane rhythms, Anna's name became a byword for young genius in the medical community. The doctors and specialists who had initially raised eyebrows at the notion of a child prodigy amongst them now nodded in respect at the mention of her name. Anna's interdisciplinary project, once the modest subject of a school science fair, was now discussed in earnest in medical symposiums and journals, her insights into autoimmune responses and genetic markers sparking debates and inspiring new lines of inquiry.

It was this combination of youthful ingenuity and a proven track record in a crisis that brought Hope's Peak Academy to her doorstep. Koichi Kizakura, with his keen eye for potential and his talent for discovering the exceptional, saw in Anna not just a future Ultimate Doctor but a symbol of hope and innovation for medical science. The invitation to join the ranks of the Ultimates was not merely a recognition of her past achievements; it was a challenge to rise to even greater heights, to push the boundaries of what was possible in medicine.

For Anna, the offer from Hope's Peak was a clarion call. It promised a future where her phobia need not define her, where her contributions could extend beyond the confines of her local clinic, where her dreams of revolutionizing medicine could take root and flourish. It was a future filled with promise, collaboration, and the excitement of the unknown. With the support of her parents and the friendship of Kumiko, who had become both a confidant and a partner in aspirations, Anna Hanasaki stepped forward into a new chapter, one that would be written in the annals of Hope's Peak Academy as the journey of the Ultimate Doctor.

Kaoru Yasunaga - Ultimate Detective

In the maze of Tokyo's relentless heartbeat, where hidden truths whisper from the depths of alleyways and behind the neon glow, Kaoru Yasunaga's life began as a silent ode to resilience. Her journey to becoming the Ultimate Detective of Class 73 was etched with the pain of early loss and the stark realization that the world was not the just and fair place she had once believed it to be.

Kaoru's parents were the embodiment of civic duty; her father was a dedicated public prosecutor and her mother a social worker, both tireless in their efforts to mend the fractures within their city's heart. They were the quiet heroes who fought not with capes or fanfare, but with steadfast commitment to the societal good, often taking on cases that others shied away from, defending the marginalized and upholding the pillars of justice.

Yet, their dedication drew the ire of those who lurked in the city's underbelly. It was an ordinary evening turned nightmare when the news came—a heinous crime that snuffed out the lives of those Kaoru held dearest. The details were sparse and shrouded in mystery, the kind of which suggested a deliberate silence. An apartment ransacked, a fire that blazed too fiercely to be an accident, and two bodies found—a scene staged to look like a tragic mishap but reeked of foul play. The investigation was swift, too swift, ending with more questions than answers, the case files closed and shelved, a convenient narrative spun and sold to the public.

Kaoru's days in the orphanage were a stark dichotomy of vulnerability and determination. She walked the halls with a stoicism that belied her years, her youthful features hardened by a resolve that was uncommon amongst her peers. Her grief did not render her immobile but propelled her forward, the memories of her parents' virtues the compass that guided her. She immersed herself in the world they left behind, not to just follow in their footsteps, but to carve her own path, one that would lead her back to the night that changed everything. She NEEDED answers.

However the orphanage that became her new refuge was a stark contrast to the warmth and light of her previous life. Here, the other children, too, bore their own scars, their eyes reflecting stories of loss and abandonment. But where they saw an end, Kaoru saw a beginning—a resolve forged in the cold fire of her grief. She turned her mourning into motivation, her bereavement into a battle cry for justice. She would often be found alone, not in sorrow but in study, her eyes poring over the fine print of criminal law books, each word a stepping stone to becoming the agent of change she aspired to be. The orphanage library became a sanctuary for Kaoru, the place where her transformation began. Dusty shelves lined with legal tomes and encyclopedias on criminology were her tutors in this self-made quest. She was often found nestled in a corner, her face lit by the afternoon sun filtering through the window, as she absorbed the knowledge that would arm her in the battles ahead.

It was during one of these afternoons, amidst the silence of the library, that she stumbled upon the tales of legendary detectives, both real and fictional. Figures like Sherlock Holmes and real-life sleuths such as Joseph Bell captivated her imagination. But it wasn't their fame that drew her—it was their methodical approach to unveiling the truth, their unwavering pursuit of justice. In their stories, she found her calling. The intricate dance of piecing together clues, of turning chaos into coherence, spoke to her on a visceral level. She began to emulate their analytical skills, their keen observation, and their indomitable spirit.

Kaoru's every waking moment was consumed with a singular, burning desire—to solve the mystery of her parents' untimely demise. The official reports were unsatisfactory, riddled with inconsistencies and convenient oversights. She knew in her heart that the truth was out there, obscured by the shadowy veil of corruption and fear. She vowed to herself and the lingering spirits of her parents that she would uncover the reality of that fateful night, no matter the cost. Her determination was a silent scream against the injustice, a promise to the souls crying out for vengeance from beyond the grave.

Her resolve did not go unnoticed. The caretakers, though initially wary of her obsession, came to support her ambition, recognizing that her pursuit was more than a child's fantasy—it was a survivor's lifeline. The head of the orphanage, a retired detective with a career's worth of cold cases and hard truths behind him, saw a spark in Kaoru that reminded him of his younger days on the force. He recognized the same unwavering gaze, the hunger for justice, and the innate ability to read between the lines of a case. Instead of tutors, he offered her mentorship, sharing his experience and guiding her through the mental labyrinths of criminal investigations. It wasn't long before he realized that her potential far exceeded the confines of their makeshift study sessions.

Seeing a need for a more formal education in the art of detection, he reached out to an old comrade, none other than Damon Gant, the Chief of Police, whose reputation for unorthodox methods and impeccable results was known throughout the law enforcement community. Gant, intrigued by the tales of a young girl with the makings of a true detective, agreed to meet her, to assess the extent of her talents and the resolve that fueled them.

Gant's tests for Kaoru were a rigorous regime of intellect and instinct. He began with staged crime scenes, each meticulously crafted to challenge her perception and analytical skills. She would arrive to find a tableau of clues and red herrings, and under Gant's scrutinizing gaze, she would start weaving through the labyrinth of evidence. He observed as she picked apart each scenario, her mind working like a maestro conducting an orchestra, each piece of evidence another note in the crescendo of deduction. Sometimes Gant would introduce witnesses, actors trained to deliver their testimonies with a blend of truth and falsehood. Kaoru learned to listen for the subtle dissonances in their stories, the slight hesitations, the too-quick denials. She honed her interrogation techniques, her questions sharp and probing, yet delivered with a calm that belied her age. Gant watched her draw out the truth from a web of lies, her natural empathy disarming the most practiced deceptions.

Physical tests followed, where Gant would assess her ability to follow a suspect undetected, or to escape when the tables turned, and she became the hunted. Kaoru's agility and resourcefulness came to the fore in these exercises, her slight frame an asset in the shadowy dance of surveillance and evasion. But it was the psychological evaluations that truly tested her mettle. Gant presented her with moral quandaries, cases with no clear right or wrong answer, designed to challenge her ethical compass. Kaoru grappled with these dilemmas, her convictions tested, her beliefs questioned, but never abandoned. In these moments, Gant saw the depth of her commitment to justice, her willingness to confront the ambiguity that lay at the heart of many crimes.

All the while, Gant was laying breadcrumbs, hints of the larger forces at play behind her parents' murder. He watched as Kaoru's eyes picked up on these subtle cues, as the gears in her mind began to turn, connecting distant dots that hinted at a conspiracy much larger than she had imagined—a shadowy influence that had its hands in more than just petty crime, an organization that operated with impunity: the Yakuza.

Damon Gant's relationship with Kaoru's parents had been one of mutual respect and shared goals. As upstanding citizens who had worked closely with law enforcement to promote justice and integrity, their loss had not just been a tragedy for Kaoru but a personal blow to Gant as well. They had collaborated on initiatives to curb the reach of organized crime, making their untimely deaths all the more suspicious, and their case a silent stain on his conscience. As he mentored Kaoru, Gant quietly continued his own investigation, piecing together a puzzle marred by corruption and betrayal. His position as Chief of Police granted him access to resources, but it also exposed the rot within—officials who had been bought off, evidence that had been conveniently misplaced, and a trail of breadcrumbs leading back to the Yakuza. It was a dangerous path to tread, one that had claimed the lives of Kaoru's parents and threatened anyone who dared to venture too close to the truth.

In Kaoru, Gant saw not just a protégé but a beacon of hope for the future. Her passion for justice was untainted, her approach uncorrupted by the politics and payoffs that had ensnared so many others. He admired her tenacity, her willingness to stand up for what was right, even when it meant standing alone. Gant knew that nurturing this fire within her was critical—not only for her development as a detective but for the future of justice in Japan. He taught her the importance of empathy in their line of work, that understanding the human element was as crucial as solving the crime itself. He watched with pride as Kaoru developed an ability to connect with victims and witnesses, to see beyond the facts and figures, and to recognize the human story at the heart of each case.

As Kaoru's mentor, Gant became a guardian of her potential, shielding her from the darker forces that would seek to snuff out her light. He was preparing her for a battle that he knew all too well—a battle against a hidden enemy, one that lurked in the shadows of power and influence. But more than that, he was grooming her to be his successor, someone who could carry on the fight for justice when his time had passed. Kaoru's growth under Gant's tutelage was a testament to her strength of character. She wasn't just learning the tools of the trade; she was learning to navigate the treacherous waters of a world that was far more complex than she had ever imagined. And as she grew, so did her resolve to uncover the truth about her parents' death, to bring their killers to justice, and to honor their memory by becoming the embodiment of the values they had instilled in her. In this journey, Gant was her mentor, her protector, and her ally in the quest for a justice that seemed increasingly elusive. Of course that also meant Gant needed her to go to school and socialize with those her age.

Middle school for Kaoru Yasunaga was a landscape of cold hallways and distant echoes of laughter that never quite reached her. While her classmates concerned themselves with the latest school gossip or upcoming festivals, Kaoru's mind was often elsewhere, entrenched in the latest case study or forensics report. This disconnect between her and her peers was palpable; they saw her as an enigma, a girl whose gaze seemed to pierce through the superficial layers of teenage drama to something deeper, something urgent. Her reputation as an orphan occasionally made her the target of cruel jests, whispered mockingly behind her back or sometimes brazenly to her face. They dubbed her "Detective Ghost," a moniker meant to deride her solitary nature and her relentless pursuit of an intangible truth. But Kaoru bore these jibes with the same stoicism that carried her through the loss of her parents. Each barb only strengthened her resolve, each taunt a somber reminder of the mission that consumed her.

It was in this environment of isolation that Kaoru and Kumiko Arase's paths converged. Kumiko, with her sharp business acumen and unflappable demeanor, recognized a kindred spirit in Kaoru's solemn dedication. Perhaps it was the shared experience of being set apart from their peers, or maybe it was the silent understanding that they both aspired to more than what their current confines offered. At least on Kumiko's end what she saw in Kaoru wasn't just a person destined for greatness but for Supremacy. Regardless, a bond formed between them, one built on mutual respect and a shared drive for excellence.

Kumiko became the ally Kaoru never knew she needed. Their friendship was an oasis for Kaoru, a respite from the loneliness that had marked her life. Kumiko did not pity Kaoru; instead, she offered a partnership of equals. She respected Kaoru's past and supported her quest, all the while providing a sounding board for her theories and, when needed, a check against her more obsessive tendencies. Together, they became an unstoppable force. Kaoru's analytical prowess complemented Kumiko's strategic mind, and vice versa. They were each other's confidantes, the only ones privy to the other's ambitions and fears. As they walked the school corridors, they were no longer just the orphan and the business prodigy; they were a united front, poised and ready to take on the world.

In the midst of her burgeoning friendship with Kumiko, Kaoru's talent as a detective began to shine brighter than ever. Her innate ability to unravel mysteries, previously nurtured in the shadows, now found a more public platform. She became the go-to person for resolving disputes and uncovering truths in the complex social landscape of middle school. From tracking down lost personal items to exposing petty thefts, her peers began to see her not as a ghostly outcast, but as a beacon of hope and justice. Kaoru's most significant achievement at least in her school, however, came when she single-handedly unraveled a complex case of academic dishonesty that had plagued the school for months. Her meticulous attention to detail, combined with an unyielding pursuit of the truth, led her to uncover a network of students manipulating test scores. The resolution of this case not only restored fairness but also cemented her reputation as an exceptional detective.

Damon Gant, watching her progress from afar, couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. He had always known that Kaoru had the makings of a great detective, but seeing her apply her skills in real-world scenarios and watching her grow not just in talent but in character was more than he had hoped for. He was particularly pleased to see her form a meaningful connection with Kumiko, knowing that a detective's journey can be a lonely one without allies and friends. Damon, recognizing the untapped potential in Kaoru, decided it was finally time to introduce her to the realities of detective work beyond the schoolyard. Initially, he assigned her small, seemingly inconsequential cases—lost items, minor frauds, and the like. These were tests, designed to gauge her adaptability and acumen in real-world scenarios. To his delight and slight surprise, Kaoru tackled these tasks with a fervor and efficiency that surpassed even his expectations.

Her natural talent for observation, coupled with a methodical approach to problem-solving, quickly led to resolutions of these minor mysteries. She displayed a keen eye for detail and a remarkable ability to connect seemingly unrelated dots, piecing together narratives that others missed. Encouraged by her success, Gant began to involve her in more serious cases. He was careful to shield her from the more dangerous aspects, but he also knew that to truly hone her skills, she needed to be exposed to the complexities and nuances of significant criminal investigations. Under his guidance, Kaoru began to assist in cases involving theft, fraud, and even some that bordered on white-collar crime.

In each instance, Kaoru demonstrated not only an impressive intellect but an emotional maturity that belied her years. She handled each case with a level of professionalism that earned her the respect of Gant's colleagues. Her ability to empathize with victims, to understand the human element behind each crime, made her insights invaluable. One particular case stood out—a string of burglaries that had baffled the police for weeks. Kaoru approached it with her usual diligence, meticulously combing through evidence, and interviewing witnesses. It was her insight into the pattern of the burglaries, noticing a detail that everyone else had overlooked, that eventually led to the apprehension of the culprits. It was a turning point, both in the case and in her journey as a detective.

The success of the burglary case marked a pivotal moment in Kaoru's development as a detective. Seeing her potential fully realized, Damon Gant made a bold decision. He began involving Kaoru in more complex and darker cases, including those involving murder. It was a significant step, one that exposed her to the grim realities of human nature and the severity of crime. Gant refrained from offering direct advice, choosing instead to observe how she navigated these treacherous waters on her own. Kaoru, faced with the gravity of these cases, rose to the challenge. Her approach was methodical and thorough, her observations sharp and insightful. She demonstrated an uncanny ability to get into the mindset of both the victim and the perpetrator, constructing narratives that brought clarity to chaos. Her work on a particularly convoluted murder case, involving a web of deceit and betrayal, showcased her talent in its full glory. Kaoru pieced together the puzzle with such precision that it led to a breakthrough that had eluded seasoned detectives for months.

Impressed by her remarkable acumen, Gant facilitated her appointment as an unofficial liaison for the police force. This role granted her access to resources and information that were previously beyond her reach and placed her in a unique position to influence investigations. Kaoru's reputation within law enforcement circles grew, and she became known as a young detective with an old soul—an individual whose insights were sought after in the most perplexing cases.

Working these murder cases did more than just bolster Kaoru's credentials; they honed her understanding of the intricacies of human behavior and the often-blurred lines between right and wrong. It also brought her face to face with the harsher realities of her chosen profession, tempering her idealism with a dose of pragmatism. But they also served a secondary purpose as well.

The relentless pursuit of justice for her parents' untimely demise became the silent undercurrent of Kaoru's every action. As she delved deeper into the world of crime-solving, tackling murder cases with a tenacity that belied her years, a singular goal remained etched in her mind – to uncover the truth behind the Yakuza's involvement in her family's tragedy. Kaoru's focus on Yakuza-related cases was more than a professional choice; it was personal. Each case she worked on, each criminal network she helped dismantle, brought her a step closer to understanding the shadowy world that had claimed her parents. Her natural empathy for victims was coupled with a steely resolve to uproot the corruption and violence that the Yakuza represented. This dual nature of her work, however, did not go unnoticed by Damon Gant.

As her mentor and protector, Gant watched with a mix of pride and concern. He admired her dedication and her ability to navigate the complexities of such dangerous cases. Yet, he couldn't help but worry about the toll it was taking on her. The closer Kaoru got to the truth, the more dangerous her path became. The Yakuza were not just common criminals; they were a deeply entrenched organization with far-reaching influence and a penchant for ruthless action against those who threatened their operations.

Gant often found himself cautioning her, reminding her of the importance of not letting her quest for vengeance consume her. "Justice, not revenge," he would say, his voice a firm reminder of the thin line she was walking. But Kaoru's determination was unshakable. Each Yakuza case she cracked, each piece of the puzzle she put together, fueled her resolve. She was building a repertoire of skills and knowledge that she believed would eventually lead her to those responsible for her parents' deaths. And all of this would lead to a fateful and inevitable incident.

The incident that propelled Kaoru into the limelight of Hope's Peak Academy, while also putting her life in grave danger, was a daring operation against the very Yakuza group responsible for her parents' deaths. It was a meticulously planned sting operation, born from months of relentless investigation, piecing together scattered evidence and cryptic leads. Kaoru had managed to trace financial transactions and covert communications back to a seemingly legitimate business front that was, in reality, a cover for the Yakuza's illegal activities. She worked tirelessly, often through the night, her room littered with maps, photos, and documents that formed a web of conspiracy and deceit.

On the night of the operation, the air was thick with tension. Kaoru, accompanied by a select team of officers handpicked by Damon Gant, descended upon the location. The operation was risky; the Yakuza were known for their brutality, and they wouldn't hesitate to eliminate anyone who posed a threat to their empire. As they breached the premises, a fierce confrontation ensued. The Yakuza were prepared, having been tipped off by a corrupt insider. Bullets flew, and shouts filled the air. Kaoru, amidst the chaos, focused on her objective - to capture the ring leaders and gather enough evidence to dismantle their operations.

In the heat of the moment, as she navigated through the dangerous maze of the Yakuza hideout, Kaoru came face to face with the man who had ordered her parents' murder. The recognition was instant, a face she had seen countless times in photographs and surveillance footage. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear, anger, and a burning sense of justice. The confrontation with the Yakuza leader was a culmination of years of pent-up anger and determination for Kaoru. In the dimly lit room of the Yakuza hideout, time seemed to slow as she faced the man responsible for her parents' deaths. Her heart raced, fueled by a cocktail of adrenaline and deep-seated vengeance. As they engaged, it was more than just a physical struggle; it was a battle of wits, each trying to outmaneuver the other.

Kaoru, though younger and less experienced in hand-to-hand combat, compensated with her agility and sharp reflexes honed under Gant's rigorous training. She dodged a lethal swipe, her movements precise and calculated. The Yakuza leader, underestimating her, left himself open for a fraction of a second. It was all Kaoru needed. With a swift, practiced motion, she disarmed him, but not before a stray knife caught her side, a sharp pain that would later bloom into a severe wound.

As the Yakuza members were rounded up, Kaoru's vision began to blur, her body finally acknowledging the injury. She collapsed, her last thought one of triumph mixed with an overwhelming exhaustion.

In the aftermath, Kaoru became a celebrated figure. Her courage and skillful handling of the operation were the talk of the police force. However, the person least impressed was Damon Gant. When he visited her in the hospital, his face was a mask of conflicted emotions. "You did well, Kaoru," he said, his voice gruff, "but you're no good to justice if you're dead. Your parents wouldn't have wanted this for you." His words were stern, but his eyes betrayed his pride in her. Kumiko's visit was equally poignant. She entered Kaoru's hospital room with a stern expression that softened upon seeing her friend in the hospital bed. Sitting beside her, Kumiko took Kaoru's hand. "You're the bravest person I know," she began, "but even heroes need to know their limits. Promise me you won't do something this reckless again." Her voice was firm, but her concern was evident. It was a moment of vulnerability for both, a reaffirmation of their bond and a reminder of the stakes involved in their chosen paths.

The hospital room, usually a place of quiet recovery, was abuzz with the energy of change when Koichi Kizakura stepped in. He carried with him an air of determination, his eyes reflecting a plan that had been long in the making. He approached Kaoru's bedside, his expression serious yet tinged with a hint of excitement.

"Kaoru Yasunaga, your actions have not only brought you into the limelight but also onto the radar of Hope's Peak Academy," Koichi began, his voice steady. "Jin Kirigiri and I have been following your journey closely. Your skills, your dedication to justice… they align with a challenge we're facing—a challenge that requires someone of your unique talents and moral compass."

Kaoru, still recovering, listened intently. Her experiences had honed her ability to discern sincerity, and she found it in Koichi's words.

"The Steering Committee of Hope's Peak… they're not what they seem," Koichi continued, his voice lowering. "There are layers of corruption, deep-seated issues that threaten the very foundation of what the Academy stands for. We need someone who can unravel this web, someone who values truth and justice above all. And we believe that person is you." Kaoru's mind raced. The Steering Committee was a powerful entity, one that she had heard of but never encountered directly. The thought of infiltrating such a complex structure was daunting, yet it ignited a familiar fire within her. This was more than just a school invitation; it was a call to arms, a chance to combat injustice at its very core.

"Help us, Kaoru," Koichi implored. "Help us cleanse the rot within Hope's Peak. You'll have resources, support, and the freedom to operate as you see fit. This could be your greatest case yet—the case of Hope's Peak Academy itself."

Kaoru looked towards Damon, who had been quietly listening. In her mentor's eyes, she saw a reflection of her own resolve. Turning back to Koichi, she nodded slowly, a mixture of determination and resolve etching her features. "I'll do it," she said, her voice a whisper but laden with the weight of her decision. "For justice, for truth, and for a future where corruption no longer hides in the shadows."

Thus began Kaoru's journey as the Ultimate Detective of Class 73 at Hope's Peak Academy, a journey that would test her intellect, her courage, and her heart in ways she had never imagined. The path ahead was shrouded in mystery and danger, but Kaoru Yasunaga was no stranger to either. With her unwavering pursuit of justice and a newfound camaraderie with her classmates both old and new, she was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Korisu Kakitsubata - Ultimate Physicist

In a quiet suburb overshadowed by the bustling metropolis of Osaka, Korisu Kakitsubata's story began in the modest home of her aunt, a single woman of science and a high school physics teacher. Her mother, a bright star in the field of astrophysics, had vanished into the night sky she so loved, leaving behind a legacy of questions and a young daughter with a boundless universe to explore. Why did her mother leave her? Who was her father? Was Korisu responsible for being delivered to her aunt? Was it someone else?

Korisu's childhood unfolded within the precise, ordered confines of her aunt's home—a place where scientific principles were not just taught, but lived. Her aunt, a steadfast high school physics teacher, dedicated herself to instilling a love of science in her niece, seeing in Korisu the ember of her sister's brilliance. However, as Korisu grew, so too did her fascination with fashion, a stark contrast to the world of equations and experiments her aunt held dear.

The friction between them sparked like static electricity—Korisu, drawn to the glimmer and shimmer of runway shows, and her aunt, who saw in the girl's academic prowess a potential that stretched beyond the superficial allure of the fashion industry. Her aunt's attempts to steer Korisu towards textbooks and telescopes often clashed with Korisu's growing collection of Vogue magazines and sketchbooks filled with her designs. In the social microcosm of school, Korisu shone brightly, her natural charm and keen fashion sense positioning her firmly within the coveted circle of popular girls. It was a world away from the orderly sanctuary of her aunt's home, a realm where she could bask in the glow of adolescent adoration without the shadow of academic expectation. To maintain her status, Korisu deliberately dimmed her intellectual light, playing the role of the carefree gyaru with an ease that belied the conflict within.

At home though….well….

Korisu's relationship with her aunt began to strain under the weight of unspoken truths and unacknowledged genius. The more Korisu embraced the glitter of the fashion world, the more she felt her aunt's disappointment—a silent storm brewing in the undercurrents of their daily interactions. Their conversations, once filled with the curious inquiries of a budding scientist, now danced around the more trivial aspects of teenage life, leaving both with a sense of loss neither wished to admit. As Korisu's star ascended in the hallways of her school, her home life waned into the shadows. She started to resent her aunt's persistent silence on the subject of her parents, her mother's absence a gaping hole in her heart that fashion and physics could not fill. This unspoken barrier grew into a chasm of frustration, with Korisu left to navigate the confusing labyrinth of her identity without a guide.

"Why won't you tell me about them?" Korisu would demand, her voice a mixture of anger and desperation, only to be met with her aunt's stoic deflection, a change of subject, a redirection to homework or chores. It was in these moments that Korisu felt most alone, her vibrant exterior masking the turmoil of a girl caught between the world she was building and the one she was given.

Her aunt, for all her stoicism, battled her own demons—guilt for keeping the past shrouded in mystery, fear that the truth would drive a wedge too deep to remove. She saw Korisu's potential, recognized the echoes of her sister's brilliance in her niece's eyes, but feared that revealing the painful history of their family would snuff out Korisu's light. So she remained silent, choosing to protect Korisu from a past that held as much pain as promise, not realizing that in her silence, she was losing her niece to the very superficiality she hoped to shield her from.

The decision to bridge the growing gap between them came too late for Korisu's aunt. She had resolved to lay bare the family's past, to unveil the truths that she had long kept hidden. But fate had other plans. On her way to what she hoped would be a reconciliation, a tragic accident struck—a misstep on a rain-slicked pavement leading to a fall that would confine her to a wheelchair, her body paralyzed but her mind as sharp as ever.

The news hit Korisu like a tidal wave, sweeping away the frivolous concerns of her social life and leaving in their wake a desolate beach of guilt and remorse. She blamed herself for the accident, her aunt's condition a stark reflection of the emotional paralysis that had gripped their relationship. The vibrant, carefree girl who had charmed her way through school corridors was nowhere to be found, replaced by a somber figure who sat by her aunt's hospital bed, holding a silent vigil.

In the sterile quiet of the hospital room, amidst the beeping of machines and the hushed footsteps of nurses, Korisu found a sobering clarity. Her aunt's love for science, her dedication to her niece's future—these were not burdens but gifts, ones that Korisu had taken for granted. As she watched her aunt struggle with the new reality of her condition, Korisu's heart filled with a resolve to make amends, to honor the woman who had given her so much and asked for so little in return. Korisu's aunt, even in the face of her own adversity, recognized the crossroads at which her niece stood. "Korisu, my dearest girl," she whispered, her voice strained but clear, "you mustn't let my accident dictate your path. You have a brightness in you that belongs to neither science nor the sparkle of the stage alone—it's uniquely yours."

"But Auntie," Korisu replied, her voice thick with unshed tears, "I need to do this. For you, for everything you've sacrificed."

Her aunt reached out, her hand trembling but her touch firm. "My sacrifice means nothing if it robs you of your joy. Be the vivacious spirit you are, embrace the glitter and the glamour if they call to you. But don't turn away from the curiosity that burns in your heart, the love of discovery that I've seen in you since you were a child. You can shine in both worlds, my child. Balance is not just a principle of physics; it's a way to live." Korisu's resolve wavered in the face of her aunt's wisdom. The dichotomy she had lived with, the division between her two worlds, suddenly seemed an unnecessary burden. She realized that the persona she had adopted at school was not a facade to be discarded, but a part of her as real and as valuable as her intellectual pursuits.

The transformation in Korisu was not just a change of heart, but a renaissance of the mind. As she returned to her studies, the principles of physics that she had once held at arm's length now drew her in, whispering secrets of the universe in a language she was eager to learn. It was as if her brain had been rewired, ready to make connections that previously eluded her.

The same acumen that had made her a star among her peers for her fashion sense now illuminated her path in the world of science. Her questions in class were no longer just perfunctory; they were probing, insightful. Her experiments in the lab, once a chore, became exhilarating explorations of cause and effect. The laws of thermodynamics, the intricate dance of particles, the unfathomable depths of quantum mechanics—these were no longer chapters in a textbook but vibrant, living riddles, and Korisu reveled in the joy of solving them.

Her aunt, once a solitary figure steadfastly guiding her niece from the sidelines, now became an active participant in this journey of discovery. They spent evenings discussing the latest developments in particle physics, the conservation of momentum, or the peculiarities of wave-particle duality. Each concept Korisu mastered was a triumph, each formula she memorized a victory not just for her intellect, but for the bond that now grew stronger between them. In the quiet sanctuary of her aunt's adapted study, where physics textbooks lined the shelves like sentinels of knowledge, Korisu and her aunt delved into nightly dialogues that stretched the boundaries of understanding and familial connection. It was in these sacred hours, amidst the hum of thought and the scratch of pencil on paper, that they truly became a team.

"Explain to me again," Korisu would say, her brow furrowed in concentration, "how the uncertainty principle affects our observation of particles."

Her aunt would smile, her own passion for the subject matter reignited by the fervor of her niece. "It's a dance, Korisu," she would begin, her hands moving in a delicate ballet to illustrate her point, "between what we know and what we can measure. The more precisely we try to pinpoint where a particle is, the less we know about its momentum, and vice versa. It's the universe's way of maintaining its mysteries, even as we try to unravel them."

Korisu's eyes would light up with the thrill of comprehension, the elegance of the science weaving itself into her understanding. Their discussions often ventured into the abstract realms of theoretical physics, where Korisu's once-hidden intellect now ventured fearlessly. She grappled with concepts like entanglement and superposition, her agile mind wrapping around the complexities with a speed that left her aunt in awe.

To her aunt's astonishment, Korisu began contributing her own hypotheses to the conversations, her insights bearing the weight and depth of a seasoned physicist. She connected the microscopic world of quantum mechanics to the cosmic scales of astrophysics, pondering the forces that shaped the stars and galaxies. Her aunt watched, pride swelling in her chest, as Korisu penned equations that spoke of a mind capable of not just understanding but advancing the field of physics.

Their relationship, once strained by silence and unasked questions, flourished in this new environment of shared curiosity and intellectual pursuit. They became more than family; they were collaborators in the grand quest to decode the universe. Korisu's aunt marveled at the young woman blossoming before her, a prodigy who bridged the worlds of scientific discovery and personal expression with a grace she had never anticipated.

Amidst the electric pulse of scientific discovery, Korisu became a phenomenon that captivated the staid world of physics. At a science symposium, she stood out not just for her unconventional Gyaru appearance but for the audacity of her intellect. Her presentation on the potential interdimensional implications of quantum entanglement left the room in a stunned silence, followed by a thunderous applause that echoed through the halls. She had not only grasped the intricate nuances of string theory but had also proposed an original model that challenged the established norms. In the months that followed, she swept through academic competitions with the finesse of a seasoned physicist, her theories on cosmic inflation and the origins of the universe drawing attention from the highest echelons of the scientific community. Journals that were once resistant to publishing the work of a middle schooler now clamored for her latest paper, recognizing the brilliance that shone through the playful flip of her hair and the sparkle of her nail polish.

Her dual identity as a Gyaru and a scientific prodigy became the subject of articles and debates, shattering stereotypes and inspiring a new wave of young scientists who saw in her the embodiment of a truth they had longed to believe: that passion, not appearance, defines one's capabilities. As her theories began to gain traction, invitations to speak at international conferences and universities poured in, each requesting the honor of her presence and the privilege of discussing her groundbreaking work. Korisu's journey was a vibrant blur of accolades and achievements, yet she remained grounded, her aunt's influence a constant reminder that the pursuit of knowledge was a journey, not a destination. She wore her Gyaru style as a badge of honor, a visual symphony that accompanied the profound music of her mind. The physicist community, once skeptical, now regarded her with a mix of fascination and respect, eager to see how the girl who had so boldly entered their world would continue to reshape it.

Korisu's world, already a kaleidoscope of scientific triumphs and Gyaru glamour, was about to be turned on its head with the arrival of Koichi Kizakura. Kizakura, with his keen eye for talent, recognized in Korisu not just a prodigious physicist but a key to a past shrouded in mystery and intrigue—a past intertwined with the infamous Bible Plan. Before Kizakura could reveal his true intentions, he insisted that Korisu's aunt unveil the truth about her parents, a truth that had been buried under years of silence and secrets. It was a conversation laden with emotional gravity, one that unfolded in the quiet of their living room, where Korisu's journey had begun.

Her aunt's voice trembled as she delved into the past. Korisu learned of her parents pivotal role as one of the chief researchers in the Bible Plan, a visionary project aimed at creating an AI capable of bringing hope to despairing people. But the dream turned into a nightmare when the AI backfired, leading to a catastrophic incident that claimed her father's life—a sacrifice made to protect his wife, Korisu's mother. Korisu's mother, once a vibrant figure in the field of astrophysics, was now a shadow, living in hiding, haunted by the tragedy and driven by the fear that her daughter might be pulled into the dangerous vortex that still swirled around the remnants of the Bible Plan. Korisu listened, her heart aching with each revelation, the pieces of her fragmented past slowly knitting together to form a picture steeped in pain, sacrifice, and undying love.

Korisu's aunt, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, reached across the chasm of revelations to plead with her niece. "Korisu, you must understand, your mother wanted a life of peace for you, away from the shadows of the Bible Plan. Accepting this offer from Hope's Peak could put you in danger, make you a target for the Steering Committee. This isn't the path she envisioned for you." Korisu, her resolve hardened by the truth, faced her aunt with a steely determination that mirrored the brilliance of her parents. "Auntie, I've lived half my life in the dark, playing a role that wasn't entirely me. This… this is my chance to step into the light, to understand who my parents were and what they fought for. I need to do this, not just for them, but for myself."

Her aunt's concerns were rooted in love, but Korisu knew that her path lay beyond the safety of ignorance. The allure of uncovering her parents' legacy, of embracing the full scope of her identity, was too powerful to ignore. "I will be careful, I promise. And with Mr. Kizakura's help, I'll finally get to meet Mom. It's time I learned the whole story, from her."

Koichi Kizakura, witnessing this exchange, nodded in understanding. He assured them both, "I'll do everything in my power to keep Korisu safe. And I'll arrange for her to meet her mother. It's a reunion that's long overdue." Korisu, her spirit buoyed by the weight of her newfound purpose, turned to face her future with a fervor that was as brilliant as it was unwavering. Her decision to attend Hope's Peak Academy wasn't just about unraveling her family's past; it was also about harnessing her own potential for a cause that was deeply personal.

"I want to use their technology, their resources," Korisu stated, her voice imbued with a newfound determination. "Hope's Peak has some of the most advanced research facilities in the world. If there's any chance, any possibility that I can find a way to help you, Auntie, I have to take it."

Her aunt, still grappling with her own fears and the weight of her condition, saw the undeniable spark in Korisu's eyes. It was the same spark that had driven her sister, Korisu's mother, in her relentless pursuit of knowledge and discovery. Despite her reservations, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for the remarkable young woman her niece was becoming.

Korisu continued, her words painting a picture of hope amidst their shared uncertainty. "I'm not just going there to uncover the secrets of the Bible Plan or to meet Mom. I'm going for us, for our family. I want to use what I learn to make things right, to fix what's been broken. That's my promise to you."

In that moment, the path forward became clear for both Korisu and her aunt. The journey to Hope's Peak Academy was not just a journey towards the unknown; it was a journey fueled by love, determination, and the unbreakable bond of family. For Korisu, it was a chance to blend her passions for physics and fashion, her intellect and creativity, in a way that could potentially bring healing and closure to the scars of their past.

As Korisu prepared to step into the halls of Hope's Peak, her heart was set ablaze with the possibilities that lay ahead. She was ready to confront the challenges of her family's legacy, to explore the frontiers of science, and to carve a path that could lead to healing and hope. Her journey at Hope's Peak was set to be more than an academic pursuit; it was a quest for personal and scientific revelation, a testament to her resilience and her relentless pursuit of a brighter future. And it didn't hurt that she would also have access to top of the line makeup and fashion brand~

Kumiko Arase - Ultimate Supreme Businesswoman

Kumiko Arase was born into a world of affluence and privilege, her life a canvas of high expectations and the finest things society had to offer. The Arase family, known for their expansive business empire, were pillars of the Japanese elite, their influence extending from the sparkling streets of Tokyo to the highest echelons of global power. Yet, within the golden cage of luxury, young Kumiko developed a disdain for the very opulence that surrounded her. Rather she came to a realization.

Kumiko's epiphany came early, as she witnessed her family's business empire face a hostile takeover by rivals. It was a brutal lesson that etched itself into her consciousness—the realization that wealth was not just comfort, it was control. Power dictated narratives, shaped societies, and decided fates. Her family, once unassailable, found themselves at the mercy of those with deeper pockets and fewer scruples. The fallout was devastating. The Arase household, once filled with laughter and the clinking of expensive glassware, turned into a somber shadow of its former self. For Kumiko, the change was more than just environmental—it was transformative. She saw her parents, once titans of industry, reduced to chess pieces on a board controlled by invisible hands. The sight ignited in her a burning ambition, a vow etched into her very soul: she would amass power, become untouchable, and ensure no one could ever pull the strings of her fate again.

The Arase family's empire was a conglomerate that spanned multiple industries, a testament to their versatility and business acumen. At the heart of it all was Arase Technologies, a company renowned for its pioneering advancements in robotics and artificial intelligence. The company's innovations had not only revolutionized the tech industry but had also catapulted the Arase name to dizzying heights of prestige and influence. The hostile takeover was not just a battle of assets and shares; it was a war of ideologies. Kumiko's parents had always operated on the principles of innovation for the betterment of society, a vision that extended beyond mere profit. However, their rivals, driven by greed and the relentless pursuit of wealth, saw Arase Technologies as nothing more than a golden goose. The ensuing corporate struggle tore at the fabric of the Arase family, with boardroom betrayals and legal battles overshadowing once-cherished familial bonds.

Kumiko, who had grown up idolizing her parents' achievements, felt a deep sense of betrayal—not just by those who sought to dismantle what her family had built but also by her parents' apparent naivety in the face of corporate predation. Her relationship with them grew strained, the once implicit trust eroding as she began to question their ability to navigate the treacherous waters they found themselves in. As the empire slowly crumbled, Kumiko's resolve solidified. She would not fall victim to the same pitfalls. Her parents' downfall became a cautionary tale from which she would forge her doctrine of power—absolute control, unyielding authority, and a ruthless pursuit of a world order under her dominion. Power controls everything. And without money and information you can't protect anything. Let alone yourself.

From her earliest memories, Kumiko was acutely aware of the divide between the haves and the have-nots. She observed the casual indifference of the elite towards those less fortunate, their lives treated as mere footnotes in the grand narrative crafted by the powerful. This disregard wasn't always blatant; often, it was cloaked in the guise of benevolence or masked by charitable gestures. But to Kumiko, it was transparent. She saw the patronizing attitudes, the token efforts that did little to address the root causes of societal disparities.

Kumiko's insights into the elite's machinations revealed a chilling truth about the extent of their predatory capitalism. She observed, with a growing sense of revulsion, how these power brokers manipulated markets and policies with a callous disregard for human life. Their strategies were not just about gaining a competitive edge; they were often ruthlessly engineered to maximize profits at any cost, even if it meant endangering lives.

She saw examples of this in industries where safety protocols were deliberately overlooked to cut costs, leading to accidents and loss of life. Pharmaceutical companies suppressed adverse findings about their drugs to keep them on the market, prioritizing profit over patient safety. Environmental regulations were routinely flouted, poisoning air and water, while the perpetrators evaded accountability through their connections and influence.

These were not isolated incidents but part of a systemic rot—a culture of greed that pervaded the highest echelons of power. Kumiko witnessed how lobbyists and special interest groups bought influence, how laws were tailored to benefit the few at the expense of the many. The elite's greed knew no bounds; they exploited resources, labor, and even entire economies to swell their coffers, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

The more she delved into this world, the more she understood the depth of its depravity. It was a realm where human life was a line item on a balance sheet, where suffering was weighed against stock prices, and moral considerations were secondary to shareholder value. The elite, in their ivory towers, were disconnected from the realities of those whose lives they impacted, insulated by their wealth and power.

This predatory capitalism was not just about accumulating wealth; it was a game of dominance, a demonstration of power for its own sake. The wealthy elite didn't just want to be rich; they wanted to be untouchable, operating above the laws and ethical standards that governed ordinary people. How could human beings with the capability of doing good be so rotten? How could so much resources be squandered and horded? Why did they simply do nothing or make things worse when they had the capacity to fix the world? And why is it those with real power are rotten and corrupt? They didn't deserve their power. Their right to sit on the throne. It was this realization that fueled Kumiko's resolve to upend the status quo. She understood that to combat this level of corruption, she needed to be more than just successful; she needed to wield power in a way that could bring about real change. Her ambition was no longer just about building a business empire; it was about dismantling a system that allowed such unchecked greed and callousness to thrive.

For Kumiko, her crusade against corruption transcended personal vendetta. It evolved into a deeply-rooted commitment to upend a system rife with exploitation. Her determination to dismantle the corrupt elite was driven by a vision to create a world where power and wealth served the greater good, rather than being wielded as instruments of oppression. This was not merely about retribution; it was about forging a new paradigm of ethical leadership and responsible stewardship.

This profound sense of purpose found its roots early in Kumiko's life. From a young age, sequestered in the quiet corner of her family's library, she immersed herself in the world of business and economics. With an intensity that belied her tender years, she absorbed the intricacies of market trends, the subtleties of negotiation tactics, and the ruthless strategies that dominated the corporate battlefield. Her insights into the pervasive nature of corruption in these realms only fueled her resolve. By the age of eleven, driven by a desire to initiate change, she launched her first venture, EOS. This fledgling tech startup, symbolically named after the dawn, represented her aspiration for a new era—an era where innovation and ethical practices could coexist and flourish.

EOS started humbly, initially as an online platform that connected budding inventors with potential investors. It was a digital incubator that sought to nurture the seeds of innovation unfettered by the traditional corporate chokehold. Kumiko's intuitive grasp of the digital landscape, coupled with her keen eye for potential, allowed EOS to flourish. She became known not just for her sharp business acumen but for her ability to spot talent and opportunity where others saw none. Both in school and in the boardroom. Of course given that she was a child she had to operate through her parents.

EOS’s growth was meteoric, and it soon expanded beyond its initial scope. Under Kumiko's leadership, it delved into the development of educational software, tools for digital creators, and even a crowdfunded initiative for renewable energy technologies. Each successful project funded by EOS not only furthered technological progress but also served to cement Kumiko's reputation as a visionary far beyond her years. However an unexpected development ended up happening. Perhaps it was fate? Maybe just sheer chance? The adoption of a certain analyst. Izanami Hoshimiya.

The Arase household welcomed Izanami Hoshimiya with open arms, an orphaned child whose analytical prowess was evident even in her early years. Kumiko, ever the astute judge of character and potential, recognized immediately that Izanami was someone special — a kindred spirit whose talents complemented her own ambitions. As EOS expanded, so too did their sibling synergy; Izanami's insights and analytical acumen became a cornerstone of the company's strategic planning, her ability to dissect data patterns and market trends proving invaluable.

Izanami, for her part, found in Kumiko not just a sister but a mentor. She was in awe of Kumiko's drive and vision, her ability to take calculated risks that always seemed to pay off. The two formed a dynamic duo, with Izanami's analyses informing Kumiko's decisions, leading EOS to new heights of innovation and influence.

Their parents, initially wary of Kumiko's rapid ascent in the business world, were soon converted into her staunchest supporters. They marveled at her ability to command boardrooms and negotiate deals with a maturity that belied her age. Yet, it was their daughters' partnership that truly allayed their concerns. They saw in Kumiko and Izanami a shared purpose and a mutual respect that transcended their individual ambitions. The Arase family, once fractured by corporate strife, found unity and strength in their daughters' endeavors.

As EOS grew from a fledgling startup into a powerhouse of innovation, Kumiko's parents couldn't help but swell with pride. They had witnessed their daughter's transformation from a bright-eyed child playing in the corridors of power to a formidable woman shaping the very future of those corridors. And as for Kumiko, she knew that the combination of her leadership and Izanami's analytical prowess was not just the secret to her success but also a tribute to the legacy of resilience and brilliance that her family had always represented.

Meanwhile the world of high-stakes business was a chessboard to Kumiko, and she played it with a master's precision. Her desire for control was not born out of greed but a fervent wish to cleanse the corruption she saw festering at the heart of society's elite. To her, power was not an end but a means to an end—the end being a world where the shadows cast by those in high places could no longer obscure the truth or oppress the innocent. With Izanami's uncanny ability to forecast market trends and unravel the complexities of data analytics, Kumiko embarked on a campaign of strategic acquisitions. She targeted companies not only for their profitability but for their potential to serve as weapons against the underbelly of the corporate world. Each buyout was a calculated move, each merger a step towards the conglomerate that would serve as her instrument of justice.

Kumiko's methods were ruthless but effective. She had a keen eye for a company's pressure points, whether it was a stock price vulnerable to manipulation or executives weary of battle. Competitors who stood against her often found themselves outmaneuvered in hostile takeovers or reluctantly joining forces with EOS under the guise of "strategic partnerships." Kumiko didn't just want to own these companies; she wanted to steer them, to align them with her vision of an equitable society.

Rumors of her relentlessness were whispered with a mix of fear and respect in boardrooms across the country. Her peers learned to tread lightly around EOS, for crossing Kumiko could spell the downfall of even the most established corporate empires. Yet, those who knew her understood that her quest was not for personal glory. Kumiko saw herself as a custodian of the future, a guardian against the rot of corruption. She was building something greater than a mere business; she was constructing a new paradigm, an empire of ethics, where the talented could rise based on merit and the disadvantaged could find support in the shadow of her wings.

In the quest for such power, Kumiko remained ever vigilant, knowing that the path she walked was fraught with peril, both for her and those she held dear. But the drive that propelled her forward was unwavering—a drive fueled by the conviction that only when held in the right hands could such immense power be used to right the wrongs and rewrite the rules that had for too long governed the world. Some may call her a control freak or power hungry but she would gladly bear the brunt of their accusations if it means keeping them safe from the rampant corruption that permeated the wealthy.

However Kumiko herself would never say she did or does everything by herself. During her middle school years, before the halls of Hope's Peak Academy, Kumiko Arase's presence was already formidable. Her business acumen and maturity were evident even then, setting her apart from her peers. It was in this setting that she crossed paths with Kaoru Yasunaga and Anna Hanasaki.

Kaoru Yasunaga, who attended the same middle school, was a contrast to Kumiko. While Kumiko was a force in the budding world of business, Kaoru was quietly making a name for herself in the realm of investigation. Their paths often intersected, and though their worlds were different, there was a mutual respect born from the understanding that they were both driven by deeper purposes than their peers. Kumiko saw in Kaoru not just someone who reaches for excellence, someone who is destined for far greater things like herself but also a geniuine friend.

The meeting with Anna Hanasaki happened at a science and innovation fair, an event that drew young talents from across the region. Kumiko was there scouting for promising projects and young minds to invest in through her burgeoning EOS platform. Anna, presenting a complex medical project, caught Kumiko's eye. Her meticulous research and innovative approach to medicine resonated with Kumiko's own philosophy of nurturing talent and using resources for societal advancement. The interaction, though brief, left an impression on both. For Kumiko, Anna represented the kind of genius EOS aimed to support, while for Anna, Kumiko embodied the potential of what resources and backing could do for scientific endeavor.

Kumiko Arase's mastery extended beyond the corporate battlefield; she was equally adept at crafting her public persona. In the eyes of the public, she was the epitome of grace, wisdom, and benevolence—a beacon of hope in a world mired in corporate greed and ethical ambiguity. This image was meticulously constructed and carefully maintained, a necessary façade that served both her ambitions and her genuine desire to be a force for good.

In her public appearances, Kumiko exuded a warmth and understanding that belied her ruthless business tactics. She was often seen at charity events, educational initiatives, and public forums, speaking eloquently about the responsibility of the privileged towards society and the role of talent and innovation in shaping a better world. Her speeches were not just words; they were backed by the substantial work EOS was doing in various fields, from technology and education to environmental sustainability. Kumiko understood the power of perception and the importance of public support. She believed that a true leader, a "Supreme" as she saw herself, must command the hearts and minds of the people. To her, this was not merely a strategy for amassing power but a fundamental aspect of her vision for a better society. She saw herself as a guardian of the future, a steward of hope, and she embraced the role with a zeal that was both inspiring and intimidating.

Behind the scenes, however, Kumiko's approach was more calculating. She recognized that public support was a currency as valuable as any financial asset. It was a shield against her adversaries and a tool to further her agenda. In her quest to root out corruption and reshape the elite, winning over the public was as crucial as any corporate acquisition or technological breakthrough. Her persona as a wise and benevolent figure was a carefully crafted armor, protecting her and her ambitions, even as she maneuvered through the shadowy corridors of power.

In this complex tapestry of public adoration and private ambition, Kumiko moved with a precision that was almost surgical. She was a paradox—a ruthless businesswoman and a beloved public figure, a harbinger of change and a beacon of stability. And in this duality, she found her strength, her purpose, and her path to becoming the Supreme she believed herself to be.

However Kumiko's meteoric rise was not without its adversaries. Her aggressive business strategies and unyielding ambition made her a target for those who felt threatened by her expanding empire. Among these were the shadowy figures of the Kamakura family, an influential and enigmatic group with deep roots in the world's elite. The Kamakuras operated from behind the scenes, their influence far-reaching yet almost invisible. Kumiko, with her keen eye for detail and deep understanding of power dynamics, recognized them as a formidable foe, one that required a delicate and strategic approach.

Another notable rival was Tenma Hosaka, her future classmate and the Ultimate Heiress in Class 73. Tenma, born into wealth and power, represented the old guard of the elite that Kumiko sought to challenge. Their rivalry began as a battle of wits and resources, with each trying to outmaneuver the other in the intricate dance of high society and business. Despite their animosity, there was a grudging respect between them, an acknowledgment of each other's talents and determination.

As Kumiko's empire grew, it became a behemoth in the global economy. Her control extended over various sectors, from technology and finance to media and healthcare. EOS, once a humble platform, was now at the heart of a vast network that touched nearly every aspect of daily life. With over 9% of businesses on the planet under her influence, Kumiko had achieved a level of power that was unprecedented. This immense control, however, came with its own set of challenges. The more she expanded, the more visible she became to those lurking in the shadows of power. The Kamakura family, in particular, viewed her as a disruptor, a potential threat to the delicate balance they had maintained for generations. Kumiko was aware of the target on her back, but it did not deter her. Instead, it fueled her desire to build a world where talent and innovation trumped inherited power and corrupt dealings.

Behind the elegant façade of the benevolent businesswoman, Kumiko was a master strategist, constantly playing a high-stakes game of chess with forces that most could not fathom. Her ambition was not just to be a part of the elite but to redefine it, to create a new order where corruption and nepotism had no place. In this quest, she was relentless, her every move calculated to bring her one step closer to her vision of a world governed not by the whims of a few but by the collective potential of the many.

Kumiko Arase, upon being approached by Koichi Kizakura for recruitment into Hope's Peak Academy, responded with the poise and confidence that had become her trademark. She acknowledged the prestige of being designated as an Ultimate, but to her, the title was merely a stepping stone, a minor accolade on her path to achieving something far greater. "An 'Ultimate' is a term too confined for the likes of me," she told Kizakura with a wry smile, "I am destined to be a Supreme, a force that reshapes the very foundations of society."

Kumiko was well aware of Hope's Peak Academy's interest in her, just as she was aware of the deeper currents that ran beneath its esteemed reputation. She knew about the investigations into the Steering Committee, the clandestine group that held sway over much of Hope's Peak's darker dealings. Her disdain for such corruption made her a natural ally in Kizakura and Jin Kirigiri's quest to cleanse the institution of its rot.

"I will join you at Hope's Peak Academy," Kumiko declared, "not for the honor of being an Ultimate, but for the opportunities it presents. I will use this platform to extend my reach and to help dismantle the corruption that plagues this academy and the elite that seeks to control it from the shadows."

Her agreement to join Hope's Peak was thus twofold: it was a chance to spread her influence within an institution that groomed the future leaders and innovators of the world, and it was an opportunity to align with those who shared her disdain for the corrupt machinations of the Steering Committee. Kumiko saw this alliance not just as a means to an end but as a strategic move in her grand plan to purify the ranks of the world's elite and to carve out a world where merit and talent reigned supreme.

In Kumiko's eyes, her time at Hope's Peak would be a valuable chapter in her ascent. She would network with the brightest minds, influence the future leaders, and, most importantly, use the resources and information at her disposal to further her own goals. She entered Hope's Peak with a clear vision, ready to play the long game, a game where she was not just a participant, but a mastermind, a Supreme in the making, determined to leave her indelible mark on the world. And afterwards? She will focus on building her OWN version of Hope's Peak. A school dedicated to properly bringing out the supreme talent within people.

Motoko Kusanagi - Ultimate Soldier

In a quiet corner of Sapporo, far removed from the clamor of military barracks and the rigid discipline of defense training grounds, Motoko Kusanagi's story began. Her parents, while not soldiers themselves, were integral to the fabric of Japan's defense sector. Her father, a brilliant engineer, devoted his life to developing technology for Japan's Self-Defense Forces, while her mother, a skilled linguist, worked in intelligence, deciphering codes and intercepting crucial information. Their home was a hub of intellectual rigor, blending technological innovation with the art of strategy and communication.

She was a child whose laughter echoed in the halls of their home, a place where the lines between a nurturing family environment and a hub of intellectual activity blurred seamlessly. Her parents, recognizing the spark of brilliance in their daughter, fostered her curiosity and encouraged her playful exploration of their world. Motoko's home was alive with the hum of computers and the whispers of hushed conversations about international intelligence. Evenings were often spent with her father, tinkering with circuit boards or lost in the world of virtual reality he was helping to pioneer. Her mother, with a linguist's love for communication, would teach her the nuances of foreign languages, turning each lesson into a game that left Motoko hungry for more.

This early exposure to a world of technology and strategy did not impede the joys of childhood; rather, it enriched them. Motoko's imagination was fueled by the endless possibilities that her parents' work presented. She grew up believing that she could reach the stars her mother spoke of in hushed tones or build the fantastical machines her father sketched on scraps of paper.

That is until that fateful day.

The day that changed Motoko's life forever started like any other. She was aboard a plane with her parents, a routine flight that she had taken countless times before. Her father was busy reviewing documents while her mother chatted with her about the stars they'd soon be flying past. Motoko, nestled in her seat, was absorbed in a book about coding, her mind dancing with the possibilities of creating her own virtual worlds. As the plane ascended, there was a sudden, violent shudder that coursed through the aircraft. The calm hum of the engines was replaced by an ominous cacophony of alarms and panicked voices. Her father's hand reached out, gripping her mother's, a silent message of love and fear. Motoko, frozen in terror, could only watch as the world she knew disintegrated around her.

The crash was catastrophic. The plane, having suffered a critical mechanical failure, plummeted towards the earth. In those final moments, Motoko's parents did everything they could to shield her, their bodies forming a protective cocoon around their daughter. When the rescuers arrived, amidst the twisted wreckage and chaos, they found Motoko – miraculously alive but trapped in the embrace of her parents who had sacrificed their lives to save hers. The aftermath of the crash was a blur of hospitals, sympathetic faces, and a numbing grief that threatened to swallow Motoko whole. She emerged from the tragedy physically intact but emotionally shattered. The bright, inquisitive child who had once seen the world as a place of endless wonder was now a shell, her spirit broken by the loss of everything she had ever known and loved.

In those long, dreary days that followed the crash, Motoko found herself adrift in a sea of sorrow and confusion. Hospital rooms became her refuge, the beeping of machines a constant reminder of her survival – a survival that felt more like a sentence than a blessing. She was surrounded by people, yet enveloped in an impenetrable solitude. The faces that peered in at her were kind, filled with a sadness that was meant to be empathetic, but to Motoko, they were just distant echoes of a world she no longer felt a part of. Nightmares haunted her sleep, replaying the crash in vivid, terrifying detail. She would wake up gasping, the echoes of her parents' voices lingering in her ears, their protective embrace felt like a phantom comfort. The hospital staff, well-meaning in their efforts, could not breach the wall of grief that surrounded her. Their words, meant to console, often fell on deaf ears, as Motoko retreated further into herself, her eyes reflecting a void that seemed to consume the light around her.

Her days were marked by a monotonous routine of therapy sessions, bland hospital meals, and long periods of staring out the window, watching the world move on without her. Laughter and chatter from other rooms felt like distant, alien sounds to her. She was an island in a stream of life that flowed around her, untouched and unreachable. This isolation was broken only by the arrival of Daisuke Aramaki, who entered her life with a presence that was both imposing and comforting. Aramaki, a friend of her parents and a figure of authority in the military community, approached her with a gravitas that demanded attention. He spoke to her in a way that no one else had since the crash – not as a helpless child to be pitied, but as a survivor, as someone who had endured the unthinkable and still remained standing.

Aramaki's visits became the only moments that pierced her veil of grief. He didn't offer empty platitudes or false hope. Instead, he shared stories of her parents, of their courage, their brilliance, and their unwavering dedication to their duty. He painted a picture of a life that was about more than just loss – a life that could be about honor, purpose, and the continuation of a legacy that her parents had left in her hands.

Aramaki's visits, though a balm to her wounded spirit, also ignited in Motoko a burning desire. She had grown up hearing of Section 9, the elite tactical unit her parents often spoke of in hushed, reverent tones. To her, Section 9 was more than just a military unit; it was a symbol of the ideals her parents had lived by—strength, integrity, and the relentless pursuit of justice. It was this legacy she now yearned to be a part of, to carry forward the torch of her parents' unfulfilled aspirations.

One day, with a determination that surprised even herself, Motoko voiced this desire to Aramaki. His reaction was a mix of astonishment and concern. "You want to join Section 9?" he asked, his voice tinged with a complexity of emotions. To him, the idea of this young girl, still reeling from her loss, stepping into the world her parents had left was unfathomable. "Your parents… they wouldn't have wanted this life for you. The life of a soldier is no life for the daughter they loved so dearly."

But Motoko's resolve was unshakable. "It's because of them I must do this," she insisted, her voice steady. "I need to be a part of something bigger, to fight for what they believed in. I can't just move on and forget. I need to honor them, their memory, their sacrifice." Aramaki saw in her eyes a reflection of her parents' indomitable spirit, and he knew then that her decision was not a mere whim of a grieving child, but a deeply considered choice born from a place of profound respect and love. He realized that to deny her this path would be to deny the very essence of who she was and who her parents had raised her to be.

In a decision that would alter the course of her life, Aramaki agreed to guide her, but not towards Section 9, not yet. She was too young, and the world of Section 9 was too perilous for someone her age. Instead, he proposed an alternative: Unit 501, a group that would provide her with the training and discipline she sought, under the watchful eye of someone he trusted implicitly—Batou.

Batou, a seasoned member of the unit, took on the role of her mentor and big brother figure. Under his tutelage, Motoko began her transformation into a soldier. The training was grueling, pushing her to the limits both physically and mentally, but she met each challenge with the stoicism and determination that had become her trademark. Batou, impressed by her resilience and grit, fostered her skills, recognizing in her a kindred spirit and a promising future soldier.

Her days in Unit 501 were a rigorous blend of intense physical training and mental fortitude. Batou, recognizing the raw potential in Motoko, pushed her beyond her limits. She learned to maneuver through grueling obstacle courses, mastered hand-to-hand combat, and honed her strategic acumen in simulated missions. Each drop of sweat, each moment of exhaustion, was a step towards becoming the soldier she aspired to be. But it wasn't all about combat and strategy. Batou insisted on a well-rounded education. Motoko attended regular classes, delving into subjects that complemented her military training. She excelled in strategic studies and international relations, her academic prowess reflecting the disciplined focus she applied to her military training. Her dual life as a student and a soldier was challenging, but she navigated it with a determination that impressed both her instructors and peers.

In the corridors of her middle school, Motoko walked a solitary path, a contrast to the camaraderie she found in Unit 501. Her classmates saw in her a withdrawn figure, someone who moved through their midst like a shadow, present but always distant. The intensity of her training and the depth of her studies left little room for the typical trappings of adolescent life. Her peers, engrossed in their own worlds of teenage dramas and fleeting interests, found it difficult to connect with the stoic, disciplined girl who seemed so far removed from their experiences.

Motoko's withdrawn nature wasn't born from disdain or arrogance; it was a byproduct of a life shaped by loss and a singular focus on her mission. The chasm between her and her classmates was not just one of experiences but of perspective. Where they saw a schoolyard, she saw a training ground; where they engaged in idle chatter, she strategized and planned. This disconnect meant that friendships, a normal part of growing up, were a foreign concept to her. She observed her classmates from a distance, not out of superiority, but from a place of quiet introspection, unsure of how to bridge the gap between her world and theirs.

Yet, amidst this isolation, Motoko's training in Unit 501 continued to cultivate her skills in a myriad of ways. Psychological resilience was another cornerstone of her training. Batou knew that the life of a soldier was as much a mental battle as it was physical. He guided her through exercises designed to strengthen her mental resolve, preparing her for the emotional rigors of the life she had chosen. Perhaps the most challenging aspect of her training was learning to integrate with her fellow cadets. Initially, Motoko's reserved nature set her apart, but as time passed, she learned the value of camaraderie and teamwork. She forged bonds with her peers, understanding that trust and cooperation were critical in high-pressure scenarios. These experiences in Unit 501 began to subtly influence her interactions at school, gradually bridging the gap between the disciplined soldier and the introspective student.

However her training was far from done. Motoko's journey within Unit 501 took her through the rigorous and demanding realms of advanced military training. Her days began before dawn, with physical conditioning that pushed her body to its limits. The grueling regimen of running, calisthenics, and strength training was designed not just to build her physical prowess but to instill a sense of discipline and resilience.

Firearms training became a regular part of her schedule. Under Batou's watchful eye, she learned to handle a variety of weapons with precision and confidence. The firing range was a place where she channeled her focus, each shot a testament to her growing skill and steadiness. She practiced relentlessly, mastering everything from basic handguns to more complex rifles, becoming adept at quick target acquisition and accurate, controlled shooting. Urban warfare training introduced her to the chaotic and unpredictable nature of combat in dense, urban environments. Here, she learned to navigate narrow alleys, breach buildings, and clear rooms. These exercises were intense, simulating real-life scenarios that required quick thinking, adaptability, and strategic foresight. She learned the art of moving stealthily, using the environment to her advantage, and making split-second decisions that could mean the difference between success and failure in a real operation.

Working in a squad was perhaps one of the most crucial aspects of her training. It taught her the importance of relying on others, of being a part of a cohesive unit where each member played a vital role. She learned to communicate effectively, coordinate strategies, and trust her teammates implicitly. The camaraderie that developed within her squad was a new experience for Motoko, offering a sense of belonging that contrasted sharply with her solitary nature. She felt for the first time in a long while that she had a sense of purpose.

In a mock training exercise designed to mimic the complexities of real-world operations, Motoko Kusanagi's talents came to the forefront, distinguishing her from her fellow cadets in a way that would mark a turning point in her journey.

The exercise was a simulated war game, set in a sprawling, abandoned urban area that had been meticulously prepared to replicate a hostile environment. The objective was straightforward yet challenging: secure critical points, neutralize enemy threats, and extract safely. The catch? The 'enemy' was composed of advanced combat instructors and select senior cadets, all seasoned in the art of warfare and tactics. It was a test designed to push the cadets to their limits, both physically and mentally.

From the outset, Motoko demonstrated a level of proficiency that caught the attention of her instructors and peers alike. Her movements were precise and calculated, her strategic thinking several steps ahead of the unfolding scenario. She led her squad through the urban maze with a calm authority, her decisions clear and effective.

But it was in the heat of the simulated combat that Motoko truly shined. Amidst the chaos of simulated gunfire and the tension of close-quarters combat, she maintained an almost eerie composure. Her actions were fluid, her tactical acumen apparent in every maneuver and command. She anticipated enemy movements, adapted to changing circumstances, and made bold decisions that turned the tide in her team's favor. The climax of the exercise was a critical point capture, where Motoko's squad faced a near-impossible task of overtaking a heavily fortified position. It was here that her leadership and tactical genius became undeniable. Coordinating her team with precision, she devised an ingenious plan that utilized a feint attack, creating an opening that allowed her squad to breach the enemy defenses and secure the objective.

The exercise concluded with Motoko's squad achieving their objectives with zero 'casualties,' a feat that earned them high praise from the instructors. The debriefing session turned into an acknowledgment of her exceptional performance, with several instructors noting that her abilities were not just remarkable for a cadet but were on par with experienced soldiers.

This event marked a significant milestone in Motoko's military training. It demonstrated not only her skills as a soldier but also her potential as a leader. Her performance in the mock training mission didn't go unnoticed; it was a catalyst that led to her being considered for an actual mission, a rare opportunity for a cadet, but one that her instructors believed she was uniquely qualified for. This mission, unknown to Motoko at the time, would serve as the final test of her capabilities and a gateway to her future at Hope's Peak Academy. Alongside meeting a couple of interesting people.

Motoko's first real mission was meant to be a controlled, low-risk operation, a chance for her to apply her training in a real-world scenario under the watchful eye of Batou and other experienced operatives. Daisuke Aramaki, despite his initial reservations, had conceded, trusting Batou's judgment and Motoko's abilities. The plan was simple: a routine surveillance operation in a quiet, low-threat district, with Batou and a team of seasoned agents as backup.

The mission, which took Motoko beyond the borders of Japan for the first time, was in a bustling Southeast Asian city. Hanoi, Vietnam. It was a different world from what she knew, a canvas of diverse cultures and unpredictable elements. The assignment in this foreign urban landscape was meant to be observational, a way to test her adaptability and situational awareness in an unfamiliar environment. Motoko, despite being in a foreign land, adapted quickly. She navigated the crowded streets with a keen eye, blending in with the locals, her training allowing her to move with a sense of purpose yet remain inconspicuous. The city's vibrant chaos was a stark contrast to the ordered discipline of her life in Unit 501, but she found herself drawn to its energy, her senses absorbing every detail.

The calm of the mission was abruptly disrupted when the insurgents, a rogue element that had slipped through the intelligence network, made their unexpected appearance. The situation escalated rapidly, turning a routine surveillance into a crisis. The insurgents, heavily armed and seemingly prepared for a confrontation, posed an immediate threat to the crowded city street. Motoko's decision to intervene was not just a tactical choice but a moral one. Trained as a soldier, she was also acutely aware of her responsibility to protect innocent lives like her parents did for her. Her intervention was precise and effective, her actions a blend of the discipline instilled in her by Unit 501 and her innate sense of justice. She maneuvered through the urban terrain, using her surroundings to her advantage, neutralizing the threat with minimal collateral damage.

The mission's end found Motoko in a quiet alleyway, away from the chaos that had erupted on the streets. In her hand was a weapon, still warm from use, its presence a stark testament to the reality she had just faced. It was there, in the dim light, that Batou found her, her expression one of somber realization. The insurgent she had been forced to neutralize lay motionless nearby, a life extinguished by her hand. It was a necessary action in the heat of the moment, a decision made to save others, but the gravity of it weighed heavily on her young shoulders.

Batou, his features etched with concern, approached her slowly. He had seen many soldiers face this moment, the first taking of a life, but seeing Motoko, who he had come to view as a younger sister, in this situation stirred a deep unease in him. "Motoko," he began, his voice low, "you did what you had to do. It's never easy, but remember — you saved lives today." Motoko's response was a quiet nod, her eyes still fixed on the fallen insurgent. She understood the necessity of her actions, yet the reality of having taken a life, even in the line of duty, was a burden she had never envisioned at such a young age. The finality of it, the irreversible consequence of her decision, was a stark awakening to the demands of the path she had chosen.

The incident that led to Motoko's first real engagement was a pivotal moment, not just in her career but in her personal development. The emotional aftermath was significant, and Aramaki, ever mindful of the well-being of his charges, insisted on mandatory counseling for Motoko. It was crucial, he believed, for her to process the events properly and to understand the psychological impact of such experiences. Batou, despite his usual tough exterior, supported this decision wholeheartedly. He knew all too well the internal battles that soldiers faced after their first kill, battles often harder than those fought in the field.

The counseling sessions peeled back the layers of Motoko's stoic exterior, revealing the tumultuous sea of emotions that churned beneath. Each session was a deep dive into the uncharted waters of her psyche, where she grappled with the stark realities of the life she had chosen. The guilt of having taken a life weighed heavily on her; it was a burden that pressed down on her with the gravity of the finality of her actions. In these moments, she confronted not just the soldier she was becoming but the human being she still was.

Fear, too, was a constant companion in these introspective journeys. Fear of losing herself in the abyss of warfare, of becoming numb to the value of human life, and of the possibility that one day she might not feel the weight of her actions. These were the shadows that lurked in the corners of her mind, whispering doubts and uncertainties.

But perhaps the most profound emotion she faced was the sense of loss — a loss of innocence, a loss of a part of herself that could never be reclaimed. It was a somber realization that each life taken on the battlefield was a story ended, a universe of possibilities extinguished. This acknowledgment brought with it a profound sorrow, a mourning for the lives lost, including a part of her own.

Through these sessions, Motoko learned to navigate these emotional landscapes, to accept and process them as part of her reality. She emerged from each meeting a little stronger, a bit more prepared for the challenges ahead. The counseling did not harden her; instead, it gave her a deeper understanding of her own humanity. It reminded her that feeling these emotions, wrestling with these moral dilemmas, was what separated her from being merely a tool of war. In acknowledging her vulnerabilities, she found her strength — the strength to carry on, to face the next mission, and to uphold the values that she had sworn to defend.

As Motoko's reputation within Unit 501 grew, so too did the scope of her missions. She began to undertake increasingly complex operations, often finding herself at the forefront of tactical planning and execution. Her analytical mind and unerring instinct for strategy quickly earned her the respect of her peers. It was Batou who first jokingly referred to her as 'Major', a nickname that soon caught on within the unit. Though it began in jest, the title reflected the burgeoning leadership qualities they all saw in her, despite her youth.

The moniker 'Major' became synonymous with Motoko's presence on the battlefield. She was a leader not by rank, but by merit, guiding her team through fraught situations with a calmness that belied her age. Her ability to assess, adapt, and command in the heat of action was nothing short of remarkable. This growing prowess inevitably led her into the orbit of FENRIR, an elite special forces unit known for their ruthless efficiency.

FENRIR's methods and philosophy were a stark contrast to Motoko's. Where she valued strategy and precision, they often favored brute force and sheer firepower. Among their ranks was a young soldier named Mukuro Ikusaba, who, like Motoko, had shown exceptional talent at a young age. Their paths crossed during joint operations, where they were often forced to work in tandem. The interaction between the two was marked by a mutual respect for each other's abilities, but also a palpable tension. Motoko, who had always approached her duties with a certain moral code, found FENRIR's approach distasteful, often clashing with Mukuro over their differing views on how to execute missions. Despite this, there was an unspoken acknowledgment of the necessity of their collaboration in achieving common goals.

And it helped that the few times Motoko did run into Mukuro on the battlefield, whether fighting with or against her, she always tried her best to give her insight on things. To have confidence in herself and to be able to take command. To see her fellow soldiers as allies and that she too was a human being and not simply an expendable cog. And the most important advice she ended up giving Mukuro later on was to go see her family and to stop running from her actions.

And so as Motoko's experiences in the field deepened, so did her understanding of the complexities of military life and the often murky moral waters she had to navigate. Each mission, each decision, added another layer to her character, shaping her into a soldier whose name would soon be whispered with a mixture of awe and fear in military circles. The 'Major' of Unit 501 was no longer just a young cadet with potential; she was a force to be reckoned with, a symbol of both the hopes and the heavy burdens of those who walk the path of the soldier.

The recognition of Motoko's skills and achievements reached its zenith when she was scouted by Hope's Peak Academy. Daisuke Aramaki, seeing the opportunity for her to expand her horizons and gain new experiences, encouraged her to accept. He saw it not only as a chance for her to grow academically but also to interact with peers outside the rigid structure of the military. He also had a more profound revelation for her, a promise that upon her graduation, a place in the esteemed Section 9 would be waiting for her.

The news was a beacon of hope for Motoko, a validation of her hard work and dedication. However, it was Aramaki's next revelation that shook her to the core. He disclosed the harrowing truth behind her parents' death: they were collateral damage in a covert operation targeted at a rogue researcher involved in the Bible Plan, a project with ties to the Steering Committee of Hope's Peak Academy. The researcher had threatened to expose the Committee's illicit activities, and in the ensuing attempt to silence him, her parents' plane was caught in the crossfire.

Aramaki's revelation about the true nature of Motoko's parents' death left her reeling, yet it also sharpened her focus. The mixture of guilt and frustration in Aramaki's voice as he explained his own helplessness against the Steering Committee's influence within the government resonated with her. He expressed his regret for not being able to protect her parents, bound by the insidious reach of the Committee that had infiltrated even the highest levels of authority.

Motoko's grief transformed into a steely resolve. She understood that her journey at Hope's Peak Academy was more than just about academic excellence or furthering her military career; it was about joining a covert struggle against an invisible and pervasive enemy. The realization that the Steering Committee's machinations had directly affected her life galvanized her determination to join forces with those who were already in the fight.

She vowed to work alongside Jin Kirigiri, Damon Gant, and Kazuo Tengan, aligning her goals with theirs in uncovering and dismantling the corrupt tendrils of the Steering Committee. Motoko knew this would be the most challenging mission of her life, one that would require all her skills as a soldier and a strategist. It was a battle not just for retribution but for the very soul of Hope's Peak Academy and the safety of those within its walls.

As she prepared for this new chapter, Motoko carried the legacy of her parents, the teachings of Aramaki and Batou, and her own unwavering spirit. She was no longer just fighting as a soldier; she was fighting as a daughter, a student, and a seeker of justice. The halls of Hope's Peak Academy were about to become the staging ground for a silent war against those who lurked in the shadows, and Motoko Kusanagi was ready to face them head-on.

Rina Ichihashi - Ultimate Marathon Runner

In the verdant expanses of Hokkaido's countryside, where the land stretches under wide skies and the air is crisp with the scent of pine and earth, Rina Ichihashi's journey began. Born into a family of modest means, their life was woven into the fabric of the rural landscape, a tapestry of quiet toil and simple pleasures. Their small farm, nestled in the heart of a close-knit community, was a world unto itself, where each day was marked by the rhythms of nature and the unending cycle of seasons.

Rina's family, though not wealthy in material terms, was rich in resilience and love. Her parents, stoic yet tender, worked tirelessly to provide for their children, instilling in them values of hard work and perseverance. Rina's early years were bathed in the golden light of rural simplicity, her playground the endless fields and her companions the stars that speckled the vast Hokkaido night sky. Yet, beneath this idyllic surface, there were undercurrents of struggle. The Ichihashi farm, like many in the region, faced the relentless challenges of agricultural life – unpredictable weather, fluctuating market demands, and the encroaching shadow of urban expansion. Despite these pressures, Rina's parents sheltered their children from the harsher realities, striving to give them a semblance of normalcy and joy.

Tragedy struck the Ichihashi family in a most unexpected way unfortunately. Rina's older sister, Akane, a beacon of hope and pride for the family, met a cruel twist of fate. Akane, a prodigious track star with dreams as vast as the Hokkaido skies, was on a trajectory that promised not just personal glory but a brighter future for the entire Ichihashi family. Her talent in track and field was undeniable, and she was well on her way to securing a full scholarship that would ease the financial burdens of her family.

Akane's passion for running was infectious, and Rina idolized her. She would watch in awe as Akane raced across the fields, her form perfect, her spirit unbreakable. For Rina, Akane was more than a sister; she was a mentor and an embodiment of hope. Her victories were a source of collective joy, and her aspirations were intertwined with the dreams of the entire family.

Rina and Akane shared a bond that transcended the usual ties of sisterhood. It was a connection forged in the simplicity of their countryside life and strengthened by their shared love for the open fields where they spent countless hours. Akane, older by several years, was more than just a sibling to Rina; she was a beacon of aspiration, a living testament to the joy and freedom that running could bring.

"Why do you love to run so much?" Rina would often ask, her young eyes wide with wonder as she watched Akane stretch in preparation for her morning run.

Akane would smile, a look of serenity washing over her face as she gazed out at the breaking dawn. "When I run, I feel free," she would say. "It's just me, the wind, and the path ahead. It's where I find peace, where I feel most alive."

Rina, clinging to every word, would nod, her heart swelling with admiration. She didn't fully understand her sister's words then, but they resonated within her. One summer evening, as they sat watching the sunset after a day of running, Akane turned to Rina with a serious expression. "Rina, promise me something," she said, her voice tinged with a gravity that was rare for her. "Promise me that you'll always run, not to chase after me, but to find your own path, your own reason to love the wind and the open road."

Rina, her eyes reflecting the hues of the fading light, nodded solemnly. "I promise, Akane. I'll run, not just for you, but for me too."

However, those dreams were shattered one fateful evening.

A sudden, devastating illness, swift and merciless, claimed Akane's life, leaving the Ichihashi family reeling in its wake. The loss was more than just emotional; it was a collapse of a future they had all envisioned. Akane's scholarship, her athletic prospects, and the financial relief she would have brought to her family, all vanished in an instant.

For Rina, the loss was profound and life-altering. Akane had been her hero, her inspiration, and her guiding star. In the bleak days that followed, the tracks and fields where Akane once raced became places of haunting memories. Rina's world, once filled with the laughter and encouragement of her sister, now echoed with the silence of absence. As Rina ran, each step became a flight from the pain that anchored her heart. She ran to escape the crushing weight of grief, to outpace the shadows of sorrow that clung to her. With every mile, she sought to distance herself from the aching void left by Akane's absence. Running became her refuge, a rhythmic release from the turmoil that gripped her soul.

In the beginning, her runs were aimless, fueled by a desperate need to feel something other than sorrow. She ran through the fields where she and Akane once laughed, along the tracks they had raced, each location a reminder of what had been lost. With each pounding step against the earth, she attempted to leave behind the haunting memories, to outrun the agony that threatened to consume her.

But as the days turned into weeks, Rina's relentless running began to transform her grief into something else. The physical exertion, the rhythmic pounding of her feet, and the steady breaths became a form of meditation, a way to process her loss. The endless tracks became a space for reflection, where she could connect with Akane in a way that transcended physical presence. Running allowed Rina to keep her sister's spirit alive, to carry forward the dreams and aspirations that Akane could no longer pursue.

Rina's running style evolved into a unique blend of endurance and grace. Unlike the explosive speed of sprinters like Akane, her strength lay in the ability to maintain a steady, relentless pace that seemed to defy fatigue. She learned to listen to her body, to sync her breathing with her strides, finding a rhythm that could carry her for miles unbroken. It was a style born not from formal training but from instinct and the raw need to run, to feel the wind and the earth as her only companions.

In the quiet dawns of Hokkaido, she would set out on her runs, each step a dance of resilience and determination. She experimented with different techniques, intuitively understanding the mechanics of her body and how to harness its energy over long distances. Her natural talent for pacing herself allowed her to run marathons that would leave others exhausted, yet she seemed to thrive on the challenge, her endurance a testament to her inner strength.

As her solitary runs became a constant in her life, Rina's family watched with a mix of concern and awe. They saw in her running a coping mechanism, a way for her to deal with her grief, but also a blossoming of something extraordinary. Rina's youngest sister, Yui, especially looked up to her with wide-eyed admiration. To Yui, Rina was not just a sister but a hero, a living embodiment of the strength and spirit that she aspired to have. Yui would often wait at the end of Rina's morning runs, her cheers the first greeting Rina would hear as she returned, exhausted yet invigorated.

Rina's early feats in running began to draw attention. She started to participate in local races, initially as a way to test her limits, but soon she found herself outpacing seasoned runners. Word of her talent spread, and she became a local celebrity, a beacon of hope and resilience in their small community. Her victories were not just for herself but became a source of pride for her family and a symbol of perseverance for her younger sister. Rina's rise to local fame brought with it new challenges and responsibilities, but her focus remained unwaveringly on her running. Yet, beneath her driven exterior lay a deep-seated fear that drove her just as powerfully as her memories of Akane. It was a fear of illness, of her body failing her and cutting short her ability to run, to connect with her lost sister through the pounding of her feet on the earth.

This fear manifested in an almost obsessive attention to her health. Rina became meticulous about her diet, ensuring she consumed the right balance of nutrients to fuel her body for the grueling demands of marathon running. She researched vitamins and supplements extensively, creating a regimented schedule of intake to optimize her physical well-being. To her, every meal was an opportunity to fortify herself against potential sickness, every vitamin a shield against weakness.

Her family observed this new facet of her personality with concern, but also understanding. They recognized that Rina's fear was another aspect of her grieving process, a way to exert control over something in a world that had shown her how quickly things could be taken away. They supported her, helping to source the healthiest ingredients for her meals and reminding her gently of the importance of balance and moderation.

Despite her growing reputation and her family's support, Rina never lost sight of why she ran. It wasn't for accolades or recognition; it was a personal journey, a quest to keep a promise to her sister and to herself. Each race, each morning run, was a step towards something greater than fame – it was a step towards finding peace and purpose in the rhythmic beat of her heart and the steady breaths that carried her across miles of open road. Her fear of illness, while a shadow in her life, also served as a reminder of the preciousness of health and the gift of each day she was able to run. That's why running for her wasn't just a simple exercise or sport, it was hope itself.

As Rina's strides grew longer and her pace steadier, her feats on the track began to turn heads far beyond the rolling fields of Hokkaido. It wasn't just her natural talent that caught the attention of local and eventually national media, but the sheer passion and dedication she poured into each run. She became a symbol of resilience and hope, a young girl who transformed personal tragedy into a journey of triumph.

Rina's accomplishments on the track were nothing short of remarkable. She shattered local records with the ease of someone far beyond her years, her name becoming synonymous with endurance and perseverance. Her victories in regional marathons were just the beginning. Soon, she was invited to compete in national-level competitions, where she stood toe-to-toe with seasoned athletes, many of whom had years of training over her.

Despite her success and the growing attention, Rina remained grounded. The accolades and trophies were not the fuel for her runs; they were merely byproducts of her love for running and the promise she had made to Akane. Each medal, each title, was dedicated to her sister’s memory, a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.

Rina's success on the track also brought financial rewards, something her family had never sought but deeply appreciated. She began to send a portion of her earnings back home, helping to ease the financial burdens on the farm. This gesture was not born out of a sense of obligation but from a deep well of love and gratitude. For Rina, it was a way to give back to the family that had supported her unconditionally, who had given her the strength to chase her dreams. Her family, while proud of her achievements, always reminded her that the greatest accomplishment was not the medals or the fame, but the strength of character she demonstrated in pursuing her passion. They watched with pride as Rina, once a girl lost in the shadow of grief, grew into a young woman who ran not away from her past but towards a future of her own making.

And soon she was given the invitation to join Hope's Peak Academy.

The evening Rina received her invitation to Hope's Peak Academy, she sat down with her younger sister, Yui, in their favorite spot - the old wooden swing that overlooked the vast fields of their farm. The sky was painted with hues of twilight, a perfect backdrop for a conversation that would mark a turning point in Rina's life.

Yui, always the keen observer, had noticed the changes in Rina over the years. "You're doing it again," Yui said softly, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and understanding. "The health checkups, the constant worry about getting sick. You're just like Akane was."

Rina sighed, a gentle admission of her fears. "I know," she replied, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "It's just that… after losing Akane, I can't help but worry. What if it happens to me? What if I let everyone down?"

Yui took her sister's hand, a gesture of solidarity. "Rina, you run because you love it, not because you're running from something. Akane would have wanted you to live fully, not in fear. And we all know how strong and capable you are."

Rina nodded, the truth of Yui's words sinking in. Her sister's encouragement was a balm to her worries. It was true - her running had become more than a tribute to Akane; it was a celebration of life, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

"But what about Hope's Peak?" Yui asked, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Are you really going?"

Rina gazed at the fading light, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions and aspirations. She turned to Yui, her expression serious yet hopeful. "Yui, I need you to make me a promise," she said, her voice steady. "No matter what happens, keep living your life to the fullest. Chase your dreams, laugh often, and never let fear hold you back. Can you do that for me?"

Yui's eyes shone with determination as she nodded vigorously. "I promise, Rina. I'll live my life just like you and Akane taught me. Fearlessly and with joy."

With Yui's promise secured in her heart, Rina felt a weight lift from her shoulders. It was as if she had passed on a part of her sister's legacy to Yui, entrusting her with the spirit of unwavering courage and love for life. Rina's heart swelled with a mixture of excitement and resolve as she looked towards the future. Accepting the invitation to Hope's Peak Academy felt like stepping onto a new track, one that promised both challenge and opportunity. She carried within her not just her own dreams, but the unfulfilled dreams of Akane, and the hopes of her family.

"I'm going to Hope's Peak Academy," Rina declared, her voice imbued with a newfound purpose. "There, I'll run not just for myself, but for Akane, for our family, and for anyone who needs inspiration to overcome their challenges. I'll cross every finish line with the spirit of those who've supported me and those I run in memory of."

She imagined the tracks at Hope's Peak, each stride a testament to her journey, each breath a reminder of the love and loss that had shaped her. In her heart, she knew that Akane would be running alongside her, her presence a constant source of strength and motivation.

With a determined smile, Rina looked to Yui. "And one day, I'll stand on that podium at Hope's Peak, not just for me, but for all of us. We'll make it to that finish line, together."

In that moment, under the vast Hokkaido sky, Rina Ichihashi wasn't just a girl from a small farm in the countryside; she was a beacon of hope, ready to embark on a journey that would touch the hearts of many. Her story was a testament to the power of resilience, the beauty of dreams, and the unbreakable bond of family. And as she stepped forward into this new chapter of her life, she carried with her a spirit that could outpace any challenge that lay ahead.

Sanae Yukari - Ultimate Athletic Trainer

In the heart of Kyoto, tucked away in a quaint neighborhood, stood a small clinic run by Sanae Yukari's parents. Her childhood was imbued with the sights and sounds of this humble medical establishment, where her parents, both compassionate and skilled practitioners, tended to the health and well-being of the local community. From a tender age, Sanae was a constant presence in the clinic, her eager eyes observing each careful diagnosis and treatment. She became known as the little helper, her bright smile and earnest desire to assist making her a beloved figure among the patients.

Sanae's energy and enthusiasm were not confined to the clinic's walls. She was a whirlwind of activity, always on the move, always eager to participate in any sport or physical activity. Despite her love for sports, she never felt the urge to pursue them competitively. Instead, she found joy in the sheer act of playing, in the camaraderie and the physical exhilaration it brought.

Her innate connection to sports and physical wellness converged with her talent in a defining moment during her elementary school years. It was then that she discovered her true calling. Sanae's best friend, Miho, struggled with a particular sport that they often played together. Miho's difficulties weren't due to a lack of effort; she was as dedicated and enthusiastic as Sanae, but her body just didn't seem to cooperate. Watching her friend struggle, something clicked in Sanae's mind. Drawing upon her observations from the clinic and her intuitive understanding of physical movement, she began working with Miho, helping her refine her technique and build her strength.

Under Sanae's guidance, Miho's performance began to improve dramatically. It wasn't just the physical aspect that Sanae addressed; she also focused on boosting Miho's confidence and mental resilience. The transformation was remarkable. Miho went from being the last one picked for teams to one of the most sought-after players. This success was Sanae's first taste of the profound impact she could have as an athletic trainer. It was a role that combined her love for sports, her keen observational skills, and her innate desire to help others.

As Sanae's reputation as an athletic prodigy grew, so too did the number of people seeking her help. What started as simple assistance on the playground soon blossomed into a community-wide phenomenon. Parents, teachers, and even local sports coaches began to approach her, hoping she could work the same magic with their children or athletes as she had with Miho. The influx of requests was both exhilarating and overwhelming for Sanae. She found herself confronted with a variety of athletic activities, some of which she had little to no familiarity with. Despite the daunting nature of these new challenges, Sanae's passion for helping others eclipsed any hesitation. She approached each new sport with an open mind, dedicating herself to understanding its nuances and requirements. This often meant spending hours researching, observing skilled practitioners, and even trying the sports herself to get a firsthand experience of the challenges they presented. Her natural athleticism and keen understanding of physical movement helped her adapt quickly, but it was her determination and willingness to learn that truly set her apart.

Sanae's approach was holistic; she didn't just focus on the physical aspects of training. She took the time to understand each individual's strengths and weaknesses, both physically and mentally. This personalized approach, combined with her genuine care and enthusiasm, led to remarkable improvements in those she helped. Young athletes began to excel in sports they had previously struggled with, and those who had lost their passion for physical activity rediscovered their love for it.

However, Sanae's dedication to helping others came at a cost. She often found herself stretched thin, her days filled with back-to-back sessions, leaving little time for her own interests and well-being. Yet, she pressed on, driven by the smiles and gratitude of those she helped. In each success story, she found validation and motivation to continue her work, even as it became increasingly demanding.

Middle school brought a new set of challenges for Sanae. As her academic responsibilities increased, she found it increasingly difficult to balance her time between helping others and keeping up with her studies. Her grades began to reflect this struggle, dipping below the standard she had previously maintained. Concerned, her parents sat her down for a heart-to-heart conversation. They recognized her passion for helping others, but they also emphasized the importance of self-care and academic responsibility.

"Sanae, we're so proud of what you're doing for others," her mother began, her voice laced with warmth and concern. "But you can't pour from an empty cup. You need to take care of yourself too."

Her father added, "Your education is important. It's wonderful to help others, but not at the expense of your own growth and well-being."

The conversation was a wake-up call for Sanae. She realized that in her eagerness to assist others, she had neglected her own needs. It was a delicate balancing act, but one that she needed to master. Taking her parents' advice to heart, Sanae made the difficult decision to cut down on the number of people she helped. She began to focus more on her studies and her own athletic development. This period was marked by self-reflection and growth, as she learned to set boundaries and prioritize her tasks more effectively.

This shift in focus did not diminish her passion for athletic training but allowed her to approach it more sustainably. She became more selective in the projects she took on, ensuring that she could give her best without compromising her academic performance or personal growth. This new approach led to a deeper understanding of her own capabilities and limitations, and she found that she could make a more significant impact by focusing on fewer cases with greater depth.

As Sanae honed her focus and learned to balance her responsibilities, her talent as an athletic trainer blossomed. She was no longer just the enthusiastic helper from elementary school; she had evolved into a skilled and insightful trainer whose reputation began to extend far beyond the school playgrounds and local sports fields. Athletes, both amateur and professional, began seeking her out, recognizing the unique blend of empathy, knowledge, and skill she brought to her training sessions.

Word of her abilities even reached the ears of former and current Ultimates, including Rina Ichihashi, who sought Sanae's expertise to enhance her marathon training before Rina became known as the Ultimate Marathon Runner. Sanae's guidance proved invaluable, helping Rina fine-tune her technique and optimize her performance. This collaboration with a future Ultimate further cemented Sanae's reputation as a top-tier athletic trainer. And also it didn't hurt that she also ended up making a close best friend for the future~

Sanae's skillset expanded dramatically. She delved into various aspects of athletic training, from nutrition and injury prevention to biomechanics and psychological conditioning. Her approach was holistic; she understood that peak performance was not just about physical conditioning but also about mental well-being. She developed personalized training programs that addressed the specific needs of each athlete, employing innovative techniques to help them achieve their best.

Her natural ability to connect with people, to understand their physical and emotional needs, made her sessions more than just training; they were transformative experiences for those she worked with. Sanae's empathetic nature allowed her to build strong, trusting relationships with her clients, making her guidance all the more effective. Despite the growing demand for her services and the offers of payment, Sanae remained grounded. She often declined monetary compensation, especially from younger athletes or those from less privileged backgrounds. For her, the true reward was seeing the people she helped reach their goals and surpass their own expectations.

As she continued to make a significant impact in the lives of athletes, Sanae's talent eventually caught the attention of Hope's Peak Academy.

Sanae's invitation to join Hope's Peak Academy was both an acknowledgment of her exceptional skills and an opportunity to broaden her horizons. The prospect of attending a school with such a diverse array of talents was exhilarating, and it aligned perfectly with her ultimate goal in life: to revolutionize the field of athletic training and make it accessible to everyone, regardless of their background or resources. She envisioned a world where every aspiring athlete, no matter their circumstance, had the opportunity to train, improve, and achieve their dreams.

Accepting the invitation to Hope's Peak, Sanae saw a chance to learn from the best, to exchange ideas with peers who were equally passionate about their talents, and to further refine her own skills. She was particularly excited about the prospect of working with athletes from various disciplines, understanding their unique challenges, and contributing to their success.

Sanae's goal was not just to be an exceptional trainer but to be an innovator and a leader in her field. She wanted to develop new methods and approaches that would make training more effective, holistic, and tailored to individual needs. At Hope's Peak, she saw the potential to collaborate with Ultimates from different fields, gaining insights that could help her achieve this vision.

More than anything, Sanae was driven by a deep-seated desire to give back. She had seen firsthand the impact that dedicated training and support could have on an athlete's performance and confidence. By becoming the Ultimate Athletic Trainer, she wanted to extend that support to as many people as possible, helping them not only to excel in their sports but also to find joy and fulfillment in their athletic pursuits. To Sanae, joining Hope's Peak Academy was a significant step towards making that dream a reality.

Tenma Hosaka - Ultimate Supreme Heiress

Tenma Hosaka is a boisterous some say arrogant rich woman wrapped in luxury, a blend of tradition and modernity, influence and independence. Born into the venerable Hosaka family, she is the heiress apparent to a sprawling empire that has its roots deep in Japan's history. But who exactly is Tenma? Where did this paragon of privilege grow up, and who are the power brokers in her illustrious family tree?

Tenma's childhood unfolded within the walls of an imposing estate in Tokyo, a city as dynamic and multifaceted as her own lineage. Her family, known for their traditional silk trading origins, had pivoted in the past century to become titans of industry in sectors as varied as technology, finance, and international trade. The Hosakas had a finger on the pulse of global markets, yet their approach was anything but traditional. Her parents, Kaito and Emiko Hosaka, were visionaries who steered the family fortunes through the tumultuous economic landscapes with a blend of old-world wisdom and a daring embrace of innovation. Under their guidance, the Hosakas expanded into renewable energy and AI technology, fields that stood in stark contrast to the silk looms of their ancestors. They were not just business magnates but also patrons of the sciences, funding research and scholarships for the next generation of innovators.

At the helm of the Hosaka empire stands Hosaka Holdings, a conglomerate whose name rings out in the halls of power and whispers in the corners of high society. Yet, this empire finds itself in a delicate dance of rivalry and respect with other industrial giants like the Togami Corporation and Towa Industries, each a behemoth in their own right, with Natsuki Corp emerging as a dark horse in the race for economic supremacy. The Hosaka name holds its own, a symbol of a legacy adept at navigating the intricate ballet of corporate diplomacy and competition. The gilded cradle of Tenma's upbringing was a world where luxury was a language and wealth a birthright. From the sprawling gardens of their Tokyo estate to the shimmering skyline dominated by the soaring towers of Hosaka Holdings, Tenma's world was one of unbridled privilege. Yet, it was a world that demanded the strength to lead, the acumen to govern an empire, and the tenacity to stand at the forefront of innovation and power. The boardrooms and banquet halls expected her to one day rise as the matriarch of this financial dynasty, leading with the same foresight and iron will as her forebearers.

Raised in the lap of such extravagance, Tenma's education was a carefully curated journey through the world's finest institutions, a blend of homegrown tutelage and international schooling. She was not simply taught to manage wealth but to multiply it, not only to appreciate art but to become a patron, and not just to inherit power but to wield it with an astute sense of responsibility. She was her parents' daughter, after all—Kaito's strategic mind and Emiko's social finesse combined in a single, formidable heir. However even such luxury has a cost.

The glistening façade of opulence often masked the cavernous depths of isolation that Tenma faced. With a name like Hosaka, she was known by many, but truly understood by few. Her confidence, often perceived as arrogance, was as much a shield as it was a birthright, a way to navigate the unrelenting gaze of the public and the press. Her ego, while considerable, was not unfounded, yet it also served as a fortress to protect the vulnerable heiress from the world's prying eyes and from the loneliness that stalked the echoing halls of her home.

Tenma's solitude was a byproduct of her stature; her companions were often chosen based on their social standing rather than genuine affinity. Relationships were alliances, and every interaction was laced with the subtle undercurrents of power and influence. This bred a sense of detachment in her, a feeling of being perched high on a pedestal, visible to all yet truly known by none. Her true self was often cloaked behind the dazzling veneer of the Hosaka legacy, leading to a deep-seated insecurity about whether she was valued for who she was or for the empire she represented.

The weight of expectation from her parents further compounded her isolation. Kaito and Emiko Hosaka, while loving in their way, were titans of industry whose very presence commanded authority and respect. They viewed Tenma not only as their daughter but as the future of Hosaka Holdings. Every step she took was monitored, every decision analyzed. They instilled in her the relentless pursuit of excellence, leaving little room for the trials and errors of youth. Her path seemed predestined, her choices predetermined, and the scope for personal exploration was narrow, constrained by the towering expectations of her lineage. In the eyes of the world, Tenma had everything—a life of unmatchable luxury, a future secured by wealth and success. But within the confines of her gilded cage, she grappled with the paradox of privilege: the more she had, the more she stood to lose.

In Tenma Hosaka's world, every handshake was a power play, every smile a strategic move. The elite circles she moved in were a treacherous playground, where every heir and heiress was a chess piece in a grand game of corporate and social one-upmanship. Friendships, if they could be called that, were as much about alliances as they were about camaraderie, and trust was a commodity more valuable and rare than the diamonds adorning their youthful necks. Tenma learned early on to navigate this world with a calculating mind; to her, peers were potential threats that could one day morph into rivals, or assets to be utilized in the ever-continuing Hosaka saga.

This constant vigilance fostered a fortress around her heart. The laughter shared over champagne toasts felt hollow, and the confidences exchanged in hushed tones were always tinged with the anticipation of eventual betrayal. Tenma's guard never faltered; her gaze was always sharp, missing nothing. She saw the ambition hidden behind the veiled compliments and the envy lurking within the shadows of faux admiration. Yet, this did not stem from paranoia; it was the reality of her existence, where every relationship had an angle, every friendship a potential agenda.

It was within this gilded but cold reality that Tenma met Kumiko Arase. Kumiko, the daughter of another affluent family and the self-made matriarch of EOS, a corporation she raised from the ground up, was a force to be reckoned with. She radiated a confidence that was hard-earned, her ambition a flame that burned bright and clear. Tenma, despite herself, felt a mix of admiration and jealousy towards Kumiko. Here was a peer whose drive matched her own, whose achievements were her own making, not just a continuation of familial legacy.

Their relationship was an interesting combination of competition and silent acknowledgment of each other's prowess. In the hallways of power where they both tread, Tenma would often cast a barbed comment Kumiko's way, her words sharp with the edge of rivalry, yet secretly, she respected Kumiko's tenacity. Tenma's insults were as much about keeping Kumiko close as a worthy opponent, as they were about pushing her away to safeguard her own position.

In public, they were seen as arch-rivals, their competitions the stuff of whispered speculation among the elite. But there was an unspoken understanding between them, a recognition of the loneliness that came with their stations, and of the unique challenges they faced as young women poised to inherit not just wealth but the burdens of legacy. Kumiko was perhaps the closest Tenma had to a true confidant, though neither would ever admit it. They saw in each other a reflection of their own ambitions and insecurities. It was a connection forged not out of warmth, but out of the fires of ambition and the cold steel of the business world.

The chill of the boardroom was palpable, a stark contrast to the warm luxury of the Hosaka estate as Tenma was ushered in by her parents for a conversation of grave importance. With the skyline of Tokyo framing the solemn gathering, Kaito and Emiko Hosaka laid bare a plan that had been meticulously crafted without Tenma's knowledge—an arranged marriage designed to seal a formidable alliance through a merger with one of their longstanding corporate allies. The news struck Tenma like a physical blow, a stark reminder that in their world, sometimes lineage and legacy trumped personal desires.

Her initial reaction was a visceral mix of anger and rebellion. The very idea that her path could be dictated, her future bound to another for the sake of profits, was anathema to her. Yet, her parents were unmoved by her protests. In their eyes, this was not just a marriage but a strategic move, a fusion of powerful dynasties that would cement the Hosaka name at the zenith of economic power. The projected profits were astronomical, the business opportunities boundless. They presented it as a fait accompli; Tenma's personal feelings were a secondary concern, if at all. Reluctantly subdued by her parents' unyielding stance, Tenma found herself seeking a way out of the gilded cage that was now threatening to close in on her. Desperation led her to seek counsel from the one person she believed could understand her plight—Kumiko Arase. In a rare moment of vulnerability, Tenma shared her predicament with her rival. Kumiko's advice was both a challenge and a revelation: to stop skulking in her parents' formidable shadow and instead strive to outshine them, to rise not just to the expectations of her lineage but to exceed them.

The backhanded compliment that Tenma offered in response belied the true depth of her gratitude. For once, Kumiko had offered her a glimpse of a path that Tenma herself had not seen, a way to assert her own will over the destiny that had been chosen for her. It was an idea that resonated with her more than she cared to admit—to increase the wealth and influence of Hosaka Holdings on her own terms, thereby giving her leverage against her parents' machinations. Fueled by this newfound resolve, Tenma began to strategize. She delved into the company's affairs, identifying key areas where innovation and expansion could lead to increased profits and market share. She proposed aggressive moves into emerging markets, leveraging the company's technological assets to establish a foothold in untapped sectors. Tenma also advocated for the acquisition of smaller companies that showed potential for exponential growth, particularly in the areas of artificial intelligence and renewable resources. Each proposal was more daring than the last, designed not only to enhance Hosaka Holdings' portfolio but also to assert Tenma's indispensability to the company's future.

These maneuvers were not without risk, and Tenma's parents scrutinized her every move, surprised by the audacity and insight of their daughter's plans. Yet, as the successes began to mount, so too did Tenma's confidence and stature within the company. With each triumph, she felt the shackles of her impending arranged marriage loosen, her value measured increasingly by her contributions rather than her marriageability. Tenma's strategic acumen truly shone when she turned her gaze to the lucrative yet complex world of gaming and entertainment. Recognizing the immense cash flow generated by casinos and pachinko parlors in Japan—a sector often overlooked by the more traditional arms of Hosaka Holdings—she embarked on a calculated campaign of acquisition.

Her approach was methodical yet bold. She began by conducting an exhaustive analysis of the gaming market, identifying the most profitable and strategically located establishments. With the precision of a seasoned player, she started acquiring stakes in these businesses, slowly at first, to avoid alarming the market and driving up prices. As her holdings grew, so did her influence, and soon, she was a recognized power player in the gaming industry. Tenma's vision went beyond mere ownership. She spearheaded renovations and technological upgrades to make her casinos and parlors more attractive to a diverse clientele. She integrated state-of-the-art gaming technology, enhanced customer service training for employees, and even introduced new business models, such as VIP loyalty programs and partnerships with luxury hotel chains to offer exclusive experiences.

The impact was seismic. Revenue from her entertainment ventures began to pour into Hosaka Holdings, swelling the coffers and diversifying the conglomerate's revenue streams. The company, which had once stood firmly upon the pillars of traditional industry and high tech, now boasted a robust and thriving entertainment division, all thanks to Tenma's gambit. As the profits from her entertainment empire grew, so too did Tenma's leverage within her family's corporate hierarchy. The board, once skeptical of her youth and inexperience, now listened attentively when she spoke. Her parents, who had envisioned her future within the confines of a strategic marriage, began to see her in a new light. They recognized that Tenma was not just a piece to be moved on the familial chessboard but a player in her own right, one capable of grand strategic vision and execution.

This newfound respect within the company and her family gave Tenma the autonomy she had long craved. While the threat of an arranged marriage hadn't entirely dissipated, her parents could no longer ignore that Tenma's value to Hosaka Holdings extended far beyond any alliance that marriage might bring. She had proven herself to be an asset more valuable than any merger, a fact that even Kaito and Emiko Hosaka could not overlook.

The tide of Tenma Hosaka's fortunes shifted irrevocably the day the invitation from Hope's Peak Academy arrived. The prestigious school was known for scouting only the most exceptional of talents, conferring upon its students the title of 'Ultimate'. To be chosen by Hope's Peak was an honor that solidified one's status as a prodigy in their field, and for Tenma, it was an acknowledgment of her burgeoning prowess as a business magnate. The title of 'Ultimate Heiress' was not merely an inheritance but a mantle she had earned through her shrewd business maneuvers and her indomitable will to redefine her family's legacy.

Her acceptance into Hope's Peak Academy was not just a personal victory; it was a powerful chip in the high-stakes game she was playing with her parents. The announcement was met with a mix of pride and consternation within the Hosaka household. Her parents, while pleased with the prestige that came with such recognition, also understood that Tenma's enrollment in Hope's Peak could disrupt the carefully laid plans they had for her future.

Seizing the moment, Tenma issued a challenge to her parents: if she could achieve certain milestones before her graduation from Hope's Peak, they would have to agree to annul the arranged marriage agreement. She laid out her terms with the confidence of a seasoned CEO—she would expand Hosaka Holdings' global presence, further increase the profitability of her entertainment division, and establish a new charitable foundation in the Hosaka name, focusing on education and innovation.

Kaito and Emiko Hosaka, no strangers to the art of negotiation, recognized the determination in their daughter's eyes. They agreed to the challenge, with the stipulation that if she fell short, Tenma would proceed with the marriage as initially planned. It was a gamble, but one that they could afford to make, knowing that whether Tenma succeeded or not, Hosaka Holdings would benefit from her efforts. For Tenma, the agreement was more than a mere business deal; it was a test of her own capabilities and a chance to escape the path that had been preordained for her. The stakes were high, but the rewards were worth the risk. With the autonomy to make her own decisions and the motivation to defy her parents' traditional plans, Tenma was more driven than ever.

Upon entering the hallowed halls of Hope's Peak Academy, Tenma Hosaka was immediately struck by the caliber of her fellow students—each branded as the 'Ultimate' in their respective fields. Yet, rather than being daunted by the collective brilliance, Tenma's ego swelled. In her eyes, these prodigies were not equals but benchmarks against which she could measure her own superiority. The title of 'Ultimate Heiress' was not just a formality but a testament to her prowess, and she wore it like armor, a shield against mediocrity.

Tenma strode through the academy with a confidence that bordered on audacity, her head held high, her gaze steely. Her peers' accolades and accomplishments were, to her, little more than the expected norm within these walls. She perceived herself not as just another 'Ultimate' but as the pinnacle, the one who would outshine them all. The competitive spirit of the academy didn't intimidate her; it was the arena she had been seeking, a place where her ambition could take full flight, unencumbered by the expectations of her lineage.

After all, Kumiko wasn't the only one who considered herself above even 'Ultimates'. In Tenma's eyes, nothing short of attaining the status of a 'Supreme' would suffice to free her from the chains of the arranged marriage looming over her. This unyielding ambition fueled her every action at Hope's Peak, driving her to not only meet but surpass every challenge, to outshine her peers and assert her dominance in the world of high-stakes business and power plays. In this crucible of talent, Tenma was more than just an heiress; she was a force to be reckoned with, a rising titan armed with intellect, wealth, and an iron will. Her journey at Hope's Peak was not just about academic achievement; it was about proving her unparalleled status, about forging her destiny on her own terms, and about emerging not just as an 'Ultimate' but as a true 'Supreme', unshackled and triumphant in the face of all expectations.

Yuka Diamond - Ultimate Model

Yuka Diamond's story is a tapestry woven from humble beginnings and grand aspirations. Born into the large Diamond family in a tranquil, rural corner of Japan, her life was far removed from the glitz of the fashion capitals. The Diamond family, while not steeped in wealth, was rich in love and kinship, with each sibling carving out a simple but happy existence amid the rolling fields and quiet woods.

From a young age, Yuka's fascination with fashion and beauty was evident. She'd spend hours in front of the mirror, draping fabrics and experimenting with looks, using the vibrant colors of the countryside as her inspiration. Her interest wasn't in the fleeting trends of the high fashion world but in the timeless beauty that could be created with a few well-chosen pieces. Her siblings would often become characters in the stories she'd create, dressed up in her latest creations, strutting through the fields as if they were runways.

Fashion for Yuka was not just about the clothing; it was a narrative, a means of storytelling that spoke of the wearer and the creator. She learned to weave narratives into each piece she created, stories that were grounded in the reality of her pastoral life yet soared into the realms of the fantastic. The worn denim of her father's work clothes, the delicate lace of her mother's old dresses, the sturdy leather of farm boots—each held potential in Yuka's eyes.

She would watch, wide-eyed, as traveling shows and festivals brought glimpses of the outside world to her doorstep. Performers in dazzling costumes and visitors from afar—everyone and everything brought inspiration. She absorbed the way fabric moved on bodies, the way accessories could accentuate or transform, and she took these lessons back to her own little corner of the world, to her room where she experimented with creating her own versions of those distant wonders. Yuka's learning was as organic as the crops her family tended. She learned the basics of sewing from her grandmother, who passed down the skills needed to turn raw materials into wearable garments. From her mother, she learned how to match and contrast colors, and from her siblings, she learned the art of improvisation—making do with what was available and turning it into something beautiful.

The town library, with its musty shelves and quiet corners, became a sanctuary for Yuka's blossoming passion. It was here, amidst the stacks of books and periodicals, that her love for fashion took root and flourished. She would lose herself in the glossy pages of fashion magazines, her eyes devouring the haute couture of Paris, the bold lines of Milan, and the innovative spirit of New York. These were worlds away from her rural existence, yet they felt as close as the fabric she held between her fingers each day.

She studied the works of iconic designers, tracing the evolution of fashion through the decades. Each biography of a designer became a lesson in history, philosophy, and art. She absorbed their techniques, their signature styles, and their philosophies on beauty and functionality. Her sketchbook became her most treasured possession, filled with doodles, designs, and dreams. Night after night, she sketched under the soft glow of her bedroom lamp, her pencils dancing across the paper, translating inspiration into vision. Yuka didn’t just study fashion; she breathed it, lived it, dreamed it. Her sketches began to show a fusion of the traditional and the modern, the rural and the urban, the functional and the fantastical. She had an innate talent for seeing the potential for beauty in everything around her, for imagining how the curve of a petal or the hue of the twilight sky could be captured in a piece of clothing.

As her knowledge deepened, so did the complexity and artistry of her designs. Yuka began experimenting with materials at hand, repurposing the old into the new with an intuition that seemed to whisper the secrets of the fabric into her ear. She learned to drape, to cut, to sew with a precision and care that made each piece not just a garment, but a story—a narrative woven from thread and imbued with the spirit of its creator. Her family's farm became a living canvas for her art. Yuka's siblings, ever-supportive, became the models for her burgeoning portfolio. She would stage impromptu photoshoots amidst the wheat fields and the barns, the natural light casting an ethereal glow on her work. The photographs, candid and raw, captured the essence of Yuka's vision: fashion that was grounded yet ethereal, practical yet dreamlike.

And then she got her first big break.

Yuka's first big break into the fashion industry was as serendipitous as it was transformative. It happened during one of the town's seasonal festivals, an event that drew visitors from all over the region. The festival was a tapestry of local crafts and culture, and Yuka, with the encouragement of her siblings, had set up a small stall to showcase her creations. Her display, a vibrant mosaic of repurposed fabrics and inspired designs, stood out amidst the more traditional fare.

Among the throng of attendees was a fashion blogger known for her keen eye and influential online presence. Drawn by the buzz of interest around Yuka's stall, she was immediately captivated by the originality and freshness of Yuka's work. The blogger saw in Yuka's designs a story that needed to be told, a new voice that the fashion world was waiting for. Impromptu, she decided to feature Yuka's collection in a piece on emerging talents from rural areas. Yuka's first big break into the fashion industry was as serendipitous as it was transformative. It happened during one of the town's seasonal festivals, an event that drew visitors from all over the region. The festival was a tapestry of local crafts and culture, and Yuka, with the encouragement of her siblings, had set up a small stall to showcase her creations. Her display, a vibrant mosaic of repurposed fabrics and inspired designs, stood out amidst the more traditional fare.

Among the throng of attendees was a fashion blogger known for her keen eye and influential online presence. Drawn by the buzz of interest around Yuka's stall, she was immediately captivated by the originality and freshness of Yuka's work. The blogger saw in Yuka's designs a story that needed to be told, a new voice that the fashion world was waiting for. Impromptu, she decided to feature Yuka's collection in a piece on emerging talents from rural areas.

The blog post went live, and almost overnight, Yuka's work was thrust into the spotlight. The article went viral, shared across social media platforms and forums. People were enchanted by the narrative of a self-taught, rural designer who used her surroundings as her muse and created fashion that felt both new and deeply familiar. Orders for her designs started coming in, inquiries from small boutiques and independent fashion labels looking for the next big thing. Yuka's story resonated with a public tired of the same mass-produced clothing lines. Here was something genuine, something crafted with love and a deep connection to the beauty of the natural world. Interviews followed, as did photoshoots with larger magazines, each capturing the essence of her work and propelling her further into the public consciousness.

As her name grew, so did the opportunities. A small, eco-conscious fashion label approached her for a collaboration, wanting to tap into the unique blend of rustic charm and innovative design that Yuka represented. This collaboration turned into a capsule collection that perfectly encapsulated Yuka's philosophy: fashion that honors the environment, tells a story, and makes the wearer a part of that narrative. But it was also her first real start as a model.

Indeed, the collaboration with the eco-conscious fashion label marked a pivotal chapter in Yuka's burgeoning career. As the discussions around the capsule collection progressed, the label's creative team became captivated not only by Yuka's designs but also by her ethereal beauty and the way she personified the ethos of their brand. They proposed that Yuka become the face of the collection, to model her creations, insisting that her image perfectly reflected the spirit they wanted to convey.

Initially hesitant, Yuka found the idea of stepping in front of the camera daunting. She was a creator, comfortable behind the seams, not the spectacle in front of them. But the label reassured her, promising a respectful and appropriate approach befitting her age and inexperience. They envisioned a campaign that was less about the glitz and glamor of high fashion and more about storytelling through imagery that was pure, evocative, and connected to the Earth.

With the consent and support of her parents, who recognized this as an opportunity for Yuka to grow and showcase her talents on a larger stage, she agreed. The photoshoot was set in locations that harked back to her roots: lush green fields, serene forests, and the rustic Diamond family farm. The label was meticulous in ensuring that Yuka felt comfortable and empowered throughout the process. Yuka, adorned in her own designs, was a natural. Her initial shyness melted away as she began to understand the power of modeling as another form of storytelling, another avenue to express her vision. The resulting images were captivating, each frame highlighting the harmony between the clothing, the model, and the natural setting.

The campaign was a celebration of nature, sustainability, and authenticity. It was launched with an overwhelmingly positive reception, further solidifying Yuka's reputation not only as a gifted designer but now also as a model who brought a refreshing genuineness to the role. Her presence in the campaign connected with people on a personal level; it was aspirational yet attainable, a vision of what fashion could be when it stays true to its roots and values. As the eco-conscious campaign blossomed across various platforms, so did Yuka's visibility in the fashion industry. Brands, struck by the authenticity and allure of the young model-designer, began to queue up with offers. They were drawn not only to her photogenic grace but also to the rare blend of skills she possessed. Yuka was not just a mannequin for their garments; she was a collaborator who brought a wealth of creative insight to the table. Her ability to design clothing added depth to her modeling, as she didn't just present the clothes; she presented a vision.

What set Yuka apart in the world of modeling was her intrinsic understanding of the garments she adorned. When Yuka modeled, she brought with her the knowledge of the fabric's weight, the cut's flow, the stitch's pattern—she knew the garment's story because she was often its author. This intimacy with the design process translated into a modeling style that was both informed and intuitive. Her movements weren't just poses; they were narratives in motion, each turn and glance a dialogue between the creator and the creation.

Moreover, Yuka's modeling was unique in its authenticity. She eschewed the industry standard of excessive retouching and artificiality, insisting that her images remain as true to life as possible. This commitment to genuine representation won her fans and respect, setting a new standard in an industry often criticized for its distortion of reality. Yuka's dual talent as a designer and model caught the attention of avant-garde brands and traditional fashion houses alike. They recognized the potential of working with someone who could both envision the design and bring it to life before the camera. It was a seamless marriage of creation and presentation, one that elevated the concept of what a fashion campaign could be.

Yuka's ascent within the modeling world was meteoric, her portfolio a testament to her versatility and vision. As she worked with an array of brands, her experience broadened, and with it came an awareness of the industry's multifaceted nature. Alongside the creativity and glamour, she glimpsed the shadows that lingered behind the bright lights. Her innate talent and the novelty of her dual role as model and designer had shielded her from some of the harsher realities faced by her peers. But as she became more immersed in the industry, she couldn't ignore its more unsettling aspects. Stories whispered between models spoke of unrealistic expectations, the pressure to conform to certain aesthetics, and the relentless pace that could wear down even the most passionate of individuals.

Yuka was privy to the demanding nature of the work—the long hours, the continuous travel, and the constant scrutiny over one’s appearance. She saw friends and colleagues struggle with the industry's fickle nature, where one's career could be made or broken by a single decision from those in power. The prevalence of eating disorders, the sexual exploitation of young models, and the sometimes-questionable ethics of agencies were all elements Yuka became painfully aware of.

Fortuitous in her early discovery, Yuka's journey through the fashion labyrinth was guided by the same astute eye that had spotted her at the festival—the woman who became not just her manager but her mentor and guardian in the industry. Naomi Sato was her name, a veteran in the world of fashion, known for her ethical stance and nurturing approach to new talent. Naomi's discovery of Yuka wasn't just a chance encounter; it was the beginning of a partnership built on mutual respect and shared values. Their relationship was more than just professional; Naomi became a surrogate figure in Yuka's life, someone who provided wisdom not only on career choices but also on navigating the complexities of growing up in the spotlight. Naomi had seen too many bright young things dimmed by the darker side of the industry, and she was determined that Yuka would not be among them. She was fiercely protective, turning away deals that didn't meet her ethical standards and fiercely advocating for Yuka's personal and creative autonomy.

Naomi's guidance was a beacon for Yuka, helping her discern the genuine opportunities from the exploitative. With Naomi's insight, Yuka learned to recognize the predatory practices that could lurk behind the gloss of a contract or the charm of an industry insider. Naomi ensured that Yuka was insulated from the most egregious aspects of modeling, from inappropriate advances to pressure to change her appearance or compromise her values. Their bond was strengthened by their shared vision for the industry: one where the dignity and health of models were paramount, where sustainable and ethical fashion was the norm, not the exception. Naomi's reputation and tenacity opened doors to collaborations that allowed Yuka to thrive both as a model and as an advocate for change. Under Naomi's watchful eye, Yuka's career blossomed, and her influence grew, allowing her to stand as a beacon of integrity within the fashion world.

This protective bubble, however, was not impenetrable. Yuka was still exposed to the rigors and demands of the modeling world, the unrelenting schedules, and the scrutiny over her image. But with Naomi's support, she learned resilience and the importance of self-care, understanding that her well-being was integral to her success. However, Yuka Diamond's ascent in the fashion industry was not just a journey of personal achievement but also a platform for meaningful advocacy. With the steadfast support of her manager and mentor, Naomi Sato, Yuka used her growing influence to shed light on the often-overlooked issues within the modeling world. She became a vocal advocate for mental health resources, fair labor practices, and body positivity, her message resonating with up-and-coming models and industry veterans alike. Her advocacy brought a new level of discourse to the fashion conversation, challenging the status quo and igniting discussions about industry reform.

Despite her rising fame, Yuka's bold stance wasn't without its repercussions. As she became more outspoken, some agencies and brands, uncomfortable with the scrutiny, began distancing themselves. Invitations dwindled, and doors that were once open began to subtly close—a silent form of exclusion for challenging the industry's carefully maintained façade. Yuka's frank discussions on the darker aspects of modeling, from exploitation to unrealistic beauty standards, branded her as 'controversial' in the eyes of some.

However, Yuka's resolve only grew stronger in the face of these challenges. With Naomi's unwavering support, she continued to align herself with brands and agencies that valued ethical practices and authenticity. This period of her career, though filled with trials, helped clarify her path and solidified her network of like-minded collaborators. Each project became not just a modeling job but a statement of solidarity with those striving for a better, more ethical industry.

Ironically, the resistance she faced only served to amplify her message. New doors opened as progressive brands and activists sought her out, eager to be part of the movement for change that Yuka was championing. Her work took on greater significance, each campaign a testament to her commitment to reshape the fashion industry. It was during this transformative phase that Yuka caught the attention of Hope's Peak Academy. Recognizing her talent and courage, Kizakura extended an invitation for her to join as the Ultimate Model. This recognition was a shock to her large, supportive family and a testament to Yuka's dual impact as both a model and a force for change. The title of Ultimate Model was not just an honor but a validation of her efforts to advocate for a more inclusive and respectful fashion world.

As Yuka Diamond embraced her new role at Hope's Peak Academy, her ultimate goal crystalized with renewed clarity and purpose. She envisioned a fashion industry revolutionized—a realm far removed from the shadows of sexual, physical, and mental exploitation that too often lurked beneath its glamorous surface. Yuka's mission was to be a catalyst for change, to turn the industry into a space where ethics and aesthetics coexisted harmoniously, where models were respected as professionals and individuals, and where diversity and body positivity were celebrated rather than overlooked.

At Hope's Peak, Yuka found herself in an environment that fostered innovation and championed change-makers. She saw her time there not just as an opportunity to refine her modeling and design skills, but as a platform to advocate for the profound transformation she sought in the fashion world. Her experiences and the connections she made within the academy were stepping stones towards building a more compassionate and ethical industry.

Moreover, Yuka aimed to use her influence and talent to inspire a new wave of fashion brands—ones that aligned with her vision of sustainability, inclusivity, and integrity. She dreamed of collaborations that transcended traditional fashion norms, creating collections that were not only aesthetically pleasing but also socially conscious and empowering. Her goal was to model for brands that weren't just labels, but movements, championing causes from environmental sustainability to mental health awareness.

Yuka envisioned a future where fashion shows were celebrations of diversity, where photoshoots were collaborative and respectful, and where the beauty presented was as real and varied as the world itself. With Hope's Peak as her launchpad, she was determined to challenge and reshape the industry, to be a voice for those within it and an ambassador for a new era of fashion—one marked by respect, creativity, and true beauty in all its forms. Whether they liked it or not, Yuka was here to bring Hope to all Models, Fashionista's, and Designers/Stylists.

(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) And as Usual a treat for those who managed to scroll to the bottom or read the bio. Expect Christmas stuff this weekend~ As for the next special class? (人◕ω◕) It's Danganronpa Hope to Hurt~

[haunted-xander]

There was no one who did not know about the Killing School Life; a killing game orchestrated by Junko Enoshima to make the former 78th class of Hope's Peak Academy kill each other. It's purpose was to broadcast the horrible murders to the world at large to further fill the people's hearts with despair. But now, the game was finally over. Thanks to the resiliance and hope shining from one Makoto Naegi, Junko had fallen by the rules of her own creation. Her execution marked the beginning of the end for this despair-infected world. Finally, hope could begin to grow inside the people's hearts, now that the one responsible for this tragedy is gone.

The six survivors of the killing school life have finally managed to open the door leading to the outside world. Now, the Future Foundation await them on the other side, ready to accept them into their ranks with open arms. The doors opened, and there they stood. Their faces all quickly shifted to surprised, clearly not expecting to have people waiting for them. Kyosuke was the first to approach the shocked 'students'.

"Greetings, survivors of the killing game. My name is Kyosuke Munakata, former Ultimate Student Council President, and currently the vice-leader of an organisation called the Future Foundation. We are here to assist you in recovering your lost memories and re-adjusting to the outside world. You have my sincerest apologies for being unable to save you from the hands of Junko Enoshima. Rest assured that we will do anything in our power to make up for our short-comings." He finished with a deep bow.

"The Future Foundation, is it? I question your competency if you couldn't even open a measly little door. And why, may I ask, is the vice-leader greeting us instead of the actual leader? Are they too ashamed to meet us personally?" The young man didn't mince his words, his displeasure at the organisation clear. "Togami-kun, that's a bit mean... They came all this way to help us, you could be a LITTLE more grateful."

"M-m-master is right! Y-you guys totally suck! C-c-couldn't you have done s-something at least!? God, t-talk about useless!" A dissheveled young woman yelled out, pointing her finger at Kyosuke accusingly. "Calm down, both of you. You can voice your displeasures all you want later. For now, let's go along with these 'Future Foundation' guys. It's in our best interest to make as many allies as possible right now." Her voice was steady. She was clearly used to dealing with these people. "I agree with Kyoko-chan! You all need calm down! They're here to help us, so don't be so rude!"

"Uuuh, but how can we be sure we can trust these guys? I mean, they just happen to be outside waiting for us? There's no way I'll trust that! How would they ever know we were about to leave?!" A much older looking man burst out, looking agitated and apprehensive at the prospect of complying with these strangers. "...Um, Hagakure-kun? You do remember that the killing game was broadcasted, right? They probably watched the broadcast and saw that we were heading out..."

"...Oh, right. I completely forgot about that."

"How in the world could you forget that...? YOU were the one to discover that fact to begin with!" They started to bicker between themselves and seemed to have forgotten all about the people around them. Chiaki decided to remind them. "...Hey hey, I'm happy to see you get along and all, but we should probably get going. There's no reason for us to just stand here all day, right? So, let's head back to base so you guys can all get some well-deserved rest... I think."

"Oh! Right, thank you. Sorry, looks like we've gotten into the habit of arguing amongst ourselves haha..." The soft-looking boy -Chiaki guessed this must be Makoto- looked sheepish at having gotten distracted. "All right, let's head off then! Honestly, I'm looking forward to seeing places that isn't the same old school all the time."

"I, personally, am looking forward to having our memories recovered. There are still mysteries regarding the situation that I am unable to solve. I'm hoping that regaining our lost memories will provide me with some more clues." The woman went to stand besides Makoto as she looked straight at Kyosuke. "Kyosuke Munakata, was it? You probably know this already, but I am Kyoko Kirigiri, the... I suppose it would be 'former' Ultimate Detective at his point. I am looking forward to working alongside you. And everyone else, of course." She crossed her arms and gave an acknowledging nod to the people.

"...Ah, and I'm Makoto Naegi! The, um, 'former' Ultimate Lucky Student. I hope we can get along, Munakata-kun!" Makoto gave an awkward salute and introduced himself. "My name is Aoi Asahina! I'm the, uh... 'former'? Ultimate Swimming pro!"

"Do I even need to introduce myself? You already know who I am, don't you?"

"Can't you just do it, Togami-kun?"

"...Fine. My name is Byakuya Togami. The 'former' Ultimate Affluent Progeny. There, happy now?"

"Yes, very!"

"I-I'm Toko Fukawa, the former Ultimate Writing Prodigy... N-not that YOU care..."

"And uh, I'm Yasuhiro Hagakure! The Ultimate Clairvoyant."

"It's 'former' Ultimate, Hagakure-kun..."

"What's the difference?"

I'm glad... They seem to be doing well. Chiaki smiled at their antics.

[scaneverything]

⋆｡˚☆˖ Pita! Deforme Danganronpa 3 Mirai Hen Acrylic Keychain Packaging ˖☆˚｡⋆

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Apologies for the poor package quality, this was obtained second hand and already opened.

The character keychain inside was Kyosuke Munakata.

[eldritchpenguin44]

I decided to rank the Danganronpa Characters on how good I think they would be as parents. I partially remade this list from the one on reddit because I think I made some mistakes on the first list. Granted I don't remember much since it's been a while I've been in this fandom so some of my choices might be incorrect or so feel free to discuss or correct me.

[problamticsideanna]

Repost because I forgot to make all the other polls a week so I guess they are a day now.

[shockersalvage]

Danganronpa 3: Future Arc Rewrite (Part 1: DISTRUST Life)

Now this has been something that's been about years in development. Okay, for this Rewrite in particular, it would probably be about a year and half, but since 2016 I've always wanted to try my hand at a rewrite to DR3. For me, while it is not the worst in Danganronpa's entries (that honor goes to Killer Killer) it is still not exactly my favorite for a variety of reasons. Personally, while it does have some good moments in there, overall I do not really believe that it ends the Hope's Peak story on a satisfying note to really end things on. That isn't to say anyone else can't like it, it's just some of the writing decisions it made just didn't land home for me. Throughout the rewrite, I'll be gradually going about each decision when I feel it's a good time to discuss it and why I changed things the way I did.

This is rewrite is essentially how I would go about things, with a pretty big one just off the bat. In this version, instead of alternating between a Future and Despair Arc, it's just simply a 24 'episode' outline that covers Future Arc with Despair Arc elements acting the new 'main story' of DR3.

I've done it this way because I believe that, while it was an interesting decision, the current format of DR3 lead to both sides characters, story and concepts being underdeveloped as it bounced between a killing game and trying to give the full-ish story of the Tragedy. So I thought it was best to give each their own section, with Despair Arc being its own thing for a separate date.

Regardless, I hope, at the very least, this becomes a nice read for you all! Happy New Years!

Distrust Life 1-12

(Episode 1)

Now this starts off with the first major change being Asahina being promoted to Director of the 13th Division. Now one of the issues, on the minor scale, was the 13th Director never showing up and being seemingly forgotten. Nowhere in media concerning DR3 do they ever appear. So off the bat, we’re rectifying this by just having Hina be the Director upfront, with the explanation that its a recent promotion.

As for the former Director, who I will call ‘Yoshiko Yoshino’ (who is the old PE. Teacher shown briefly in DR3 - who got blown up by Junko. Here its the other PE Teacher, yes there were 2, that gets blown up instead)  she had been heavily injured in an attack prior to Hina coming onto the Division. Yoshiko is retiring after chronic pain still persisted. She compliments Hina for her efforts that have been non-stop since she arrived and how she genuinely feels she can leave the Division to her hands.

We get a flashback to Hina watching over the reunion of her friend's loved ones who were Targets in the Demon Hunting Game (except Komaru whose still in Towa). Though upon learning that her brother, Yuta, didn’t make it out of it, she smiles and wishes them all the best before eventually slinking off. Tears down her face, and blaming Junko’s forces for it. With an urge to do more surging through her veins, she tranfers over to the 13th Division to deliver supplies to areas still incredibily afflicted by Despair's wrath. Through a montage, we see Hina going about wrecked areas of Japan dutifully giving supplies, fighting off foes and being kind to those who need all. All while keeping the image of her brother in mind. In the present, by the time she leaves her office, nervous yet determined to give a speech to her new underlings, she is instead greeted by Togami and she gets the news that Naegi has been arrested.

Another flashback shows that once Makoto, Togami and Kyoko has arrived back to FF mainland, Kyosuke had arranged to have Makoto taken away in handcuffs and taken to Division 6th Detention centre. Kyosuke, Juzo and Chisa were there in person to greet the trio on the docks. Kyosuke and Juzo, naturally, were both furious concerning the whole ‘Makoto taking the Remnants’ incident and were it not for Makoto’s popularity, would have killed him on the spot. Instead, the Ultimate Hope is being confined.

Concerning Kyoko and Togami, given their positions as both Director and Vice Director of the 14th Divison, as well as being celebrities for going against Junko, they can’t just fire them outright. Instead Kyoko is temporarily suspended from her duties and kept under watch by the 5th Branch, for questioning and to keep a close eye on her well. Since only one ‘Director’ is needed present with the 14 Division, Togami is sent back but is a close eye is being kept by Kyosuke’s forces.

Thus, the only one who can realistically visit Makoto to help him is Hina (Hagakure got kicked out due to both not being a Director and because the prison staff is sick of dealing with him & his antics normally). Though at the moment, despite being a Director, she is barred from the facility given her connection with Makoto. Now Asahina has been thoroughly out of the loop for a while now, so Togami catches her up to speed with the basic summary of the Havoc Crew, barring her, Toko and Hagakure (though the latter two got to know, eventually during the operation itself), having initiated a plan meant to rehabilitate the Remnants. The results of which are shaky at best (to Togami anyways). She’s shocked and a bit hurt given such a secret was kept from her, but tries to push that down. She needs to check up on Makoto. But, the only way she is getting into the facility is with permissions from seven other Directors of the Foundation, which came from the prison staff themselves when she visited in an attempt to try to sway them.

Thus leading to the scene where storms out and runs smack dab into a drinking Koichi Kizakura to end the first episode.

(Episode 2)

Now this stretch is what I like to call the ‘Directors of the Week’ episodes! Where each episode we get to learn a deal about the Directors, ideally that being two an episode. In this case, Koichi is our handy-dandy support that shall assist Hina in her (mis)adventures. Truth be told, she’s kind of weary of him wanting to pal around with her for a time since she knows since back from her HPA days he’s kind of a weak alcoholic. He wins her over with him dangling his knowledge of the the Directors in her face and his promise to hand over his recommendation from the get-go. It’s also him that suggests meeting the others in person since the Directors would likely be on their feet or busy with personal matters more often than would be sitting back reading emails a whole lot. Koichi had been in the area getting a drink from the nearby pub, but running into Hina like this, he believes it must be fate working its hand.

In terms of dynamics, the idea behind Asahina and Koichi being together, is for Koichi to be essentially the enabling drinker and bit a of cheeky teaser, with a touch of a manipulative side, to Hina’s impulsive, hot-blooded and cheerful attitude. That said, this is a Hina that has matured since her DR1 days and will have no problem snipping back at Koichi’s intentions and being more aware of the seedier side of humanity.

First stop Great Gozu at the 12th Branch via helicopter. Now with Gozu, his focus would concern fleshing out a bit of a peculiarity that the original DR3 didn’t go into. Namely, how come a Wrestler is in charge of public restoration efforts. In addition, despite revealing he’s been with the Foundation since it was first established, why is he apart of the 12th one? Well, in this case, he notes his status as Director of 12th Branch is more because of his ‘image’ than anything. During the heyday of the Tragedy, any attempts at restoration was stopped by criminals, from petty thugs to Remnants seeking to keep chaos. It was believed that Gozu, who got into more than his fair share of fights against the Remnants and criminals, being named a Director could essentially work to scare off such threats, thus allowing his men to work in peace. Of course, both Gozu and an armed security detail are always deployed as well - just in case scaring off people doesn't work. To prove a point, the episode would show Gozu suplexing some poor troublemakers trying to cause havoc at a youth centre Restoration site.

This episode would also address something that was never brought up in the anime: His relationship with Tengan and his backstory. During his talk, he explains how he was a rising star of a professional wrestler back during his youth and Tengan happened to be watching his shows. As such, he got scouted by for Hope’s Peak. He became Tengan’s bodyguard as a means of repaying such a debt, and is a bit worried about the old guy since taking up the Director mantle since he can't do his old job as much. Concerning the Makoto debacle, while he's doing hold some reservations given that it was the Remnants being taken, he decides to trust in Makoto since he likes his attitude and sees him as being a worthy Symbol of the Future Foundation - as its Ultimate Hope. Thus, he’s willing to give support to Hina by handing her a Rec Letter. He also decides to come with her to meet with the Director of the 11th Branch.

The next part is Daisaku Bandai focused…yeah. Now, in the original, he’s sadly the most forgettable ‘just there for the body count’ participant ever, lasting one episode and a few minutes. So what can we do with him? Well, in the relationship charts, Bandai is listed as being apart of two neutrals in the Foundation, alongside Miaya. So, this version has said neutrality and mediator nature be more pronounced. If Gozu is the friendly giant that’s willing to fight you for his ideals, Bandai’s the gentle giant whose going to want both of you to sit by the fire and talk things out. In addition, as for his sayings, his intent with them is to say their meaning is for something you have to figure out yourself (better than him just saying they're meaningless).

As for why he’s in charge of the 11th Branch despite also being with the Foundation from the start, originally Bandai didn’t want to be caught up in the drama concerning politics that comes with being an official Director, and even then Junko’s forces made getting a formal Branch set up for his duties a pain. Following her death, and the mass suicide of good chunk of her followers, that chance of peace had him finally cave to the higher-ups requests and establish a formal branch. In general, he sees the Foundation’s inner turmoil as being a thorn he very much wanted nothing to do with, especially since he prefers everyone elected to bury the hatchet and be good comrades working for the goal of Restoration.

His meeting with Hina has him hug it out with Gozu and both just really enjoying each other’s company, with Gozu trying and failing a bit to figure out Bandai’s sayings and Bandai agreeing to wrestle with him during their off days (what kind of wrestling will leave that to one’s disclosure). His meeting Hina has all four in his branch's personal garden rest area that he always tends to, full of fruits, water and, in general, just having a refreshing atmosphere anyone (even the most uptight of people) could enjoy. When it came to getting his Rec Letter, he’s pretty willing to give it to Hina no strings attached. Though its with him, we get his view on the matter.

On one hand, he also wants to give trust to Makoto since he doubts someone who would stand up and stop Junko Enoshima of all people could do something nefarious. That being said, he also fully recognizes why other Directors might be angry - bringing up the Remnants status as wanted criminals that did hurt the world. It’s then that Bandai brings up a question to Hina: What does she think of her friends trying to rehabilitate the Remnants? 

Hina, try as she might, struggles to even open her mouth as the question brings conflict to her mind. Flashes of her dearest friends, no, her only family…and the thought of her dead brother dying because of them. Ultimately, Bandai hands over the letter and tells her that, by the time they do meet again, she should take a step back to clear her head and form her own opinion on the matter. Not as a Director or even a friend of Makoto, but as Aoi Asahina. Taking in such advice, both Hina and Koichi wave off the burly Dads as they head to the 10th branch.

(Episode 3)

Ryota Mitarai is the Director of this branch and we see that he spends most of his time cooped up in his personal office. Blinds closed and hunched over drawing his weary eyes out only for him to yawn, look back and see a perky athletic woman and a semi-drunk wingman looking at what he was doing from behind his shoulder. Needless to say, he freaks out. Now, in this episode, while Mitarai isn’t trying to be difficult about it, if they’re needing to get that letter first things first is ensuring Mitarai takes care of himself. After some coaxing, they get him to at least lay back a bit while they get him some proper food. 

He’s extremely grateful for the food and introduces himself, though a thing sticks out in Hina's mind. Namely, that Mitarai was a part of the 77th batch of Hope’s Peak students. While no one blatantly says anything, he is aware of the stigma of being a survivor of the bunch since he knows almost all students in said batch besides him were murdered during their tenure at Hope’s Peak or had defected to Junko Enoshima’s side. There have been some odd rumors from others and even within his own branch of his own loyalties. Something that clearly gets to him as he showcases his desperation of trying to do better and show he can help fix the world just as much as the others.

Hina comforts him and begins trying to uplift his spirits, showcasing more of a big sisterly attitude with him (even though she’s younger, but hey, some people have that energy to them). It’s then, after Mitarai hands over his Rec Letter and is asked about his thoughts, does he get a bit nervous. Truth be told, he doesn’t really want to get involved too deep with the whole affair with Makoto and Kyosuke. So while he gives up the letter, he even requests not to involve him in that, though upon Koichi reminding him of the upcoming trial with the other Directors, he flinches. Hina presses both for more and Koichi spills the details that Hina never gotten. (Mostly since she never read the email, but that’s neither here or there...)

At the end of the month, Makoto is to be put on a secret trial with the other Directors. Depending on the majority vote, it could mean Makoto might walk free or more than likely get convicted of treason, thus leading to him either being imprisoned, executed, or altogether exiled from Japan. Depends on how things’ll play out. This just makes Hina anxious more about getting to Makoto quickly before that happens. Anyways, Mitarai goes to head out, but upon it dawning on Mitarai that they’ll be going out and about for the other Directors, he asks if he could come too. Chances are that they’ll meet someone he has business with and it’ll probably save him time tagging along with them. Eager, Hina takes her new friend by the arm and goes about running along to their next venture.

Sonosuke Izayoi, in this version, his strong silent type attitude takes prominence. Mostly since I feel a non-verbal attitude, strangely enough does work better for him being remembered than when he speaks occasionally. It just needs to be presented in a way that he doesn’t fade in the background. For example, he can be very visibly expressive, with his features becoming colder or even cartoony depending on the situation.  In Team Hina’s talk with him, he’s slow to anger, but has his limits. Limits that Hina completely breaks because she keeps bugging him for his letter as he tries to do his job. Koichi, being the dutiful scout that he is (and mostly to give Hina some insight) explains that Sonosuke Izayoi was from the 76th batch and came from a long lineage of blacksmiths that was pretty cushy with the former government and potentially underworld for their forges.

When he became Director, he reestablished the ties that remained to put them to usage for Future Foundation weapon development. Eventually, after being annoyed to the brink, he goes to kick them out, but is stopped after Hina pulls out a donut to eat.  His sweet tooth wins out, and he begrudgingly joins the team for a quick snack break. In truth, following a donut, he does seem more friendly and approachable, even muttering his iconic ‘dewicious’ here. 

However, he refuses to part with his letter at least, not until they win favor with his lover. At least, that’s what Mitarai guesses, which Izayoi gives a thumbs up in response. Hina tilts her head in confusion. Lover? But, it was the truth and that was someone they had to deal with next. As she’s the Director for the 8th Branch. 

(Episode 4)

Ruruka Ando rules over the 8th Branch with a surprisingly large amount of popularity. Izayoi tags along and the crew greet Ruruka at the doors to her branch. She immediately and lovingly embraces him. As Team Hina follow the couple, they witness just how pleasant and friendly her subordinates are to her, even going ecstatic over just being in her presence (something that gets Mitarai somewhat jealous). Hina is astounded by her popularity, though Koichi is scratching his chin at the sight of so many people liking their boss. Or, rather, worshipping her.

Eventually, all four reach into her office and Ruruka begins trying to get Hina to eat some of her sweets. In addition, she also happily explains her past as apart of the 76th batch of HPA students, though claims that was small potatoes to her famous bakery that was even known worldwide. However, Hina is quite reluctant about accepting the food since she just had her donuts, up until Ruruka offers one of her own. Hina happily accepts it, but Koichi reminds her of her mission. Hina asks about getting a Rec Letter from her, but she flat out refuses. At once, the bubbly, friendly woman from before is now narrow eyed and looking pretty stern herself.

She speaks for both herself and Izayoi in that she sees Makoto as absolute scum for trying to help the Remnants and probably would have executed him on the spot had she been in charge of the Foundation, his status as Ultimate Hope be damned.

“Dealing with one rotten traitor is bad enough…but several leading the divisions? Rotten food needs to be tossed out.” Hina is confused over the first traitor spiel, but Ruruka had made her stance clear and orders both to get out and takes Hina’s donut from her! Concerning Izayoi, in this version, he looks conflicted on refusing the matter with Hina and Koichi, but sighs and continues to back up Ruruka.

With that failure, the duo heads towards the 7th branch office - directed by Miaya Gekkogahara. Now given her involvement in making the Neo World Program that was used by the Havoc cast, by the time the trio arrive she is understandably both stressed and frazzled. She had been interrogated pretty intensely after they found out the Havoc Crew were using her technology like that. Were it not for Miaya’s role - finding ways to negate despair among one of them - and her contributions to FF, there was a high chance she’d be arrested as well. Likewise, running into one of Makoto’s friends puts her back on edge, though she still tries to be friendly after a bit. It helps that Koichi is there, which she is grateful for and a bit exasperated with at the same time. She’s speaking through her high-tech wheelchair and using her Usami Vtuber avatar to speak. She has a hereditary disease that affects her legs, making them rather weaker than usual, so she uses her wheelchair to compensate. 

Concerning her story, back during Hope’s Peak, Miaya was the school’s guidance counselor - in name. In practice, as much as she wanted to help, she was swamped with work from the late Steering Committee and didn’t have much time to really help people as much as she'd like. Especially since, well, its an old wound. She laments being unable to really help the Reserve Course from rioting and taking their lives. Any attempts at counseling or trying to pacify those students were blocked or ignored. Koichi reveals that she’s from the 65th Batch of Hope’s Peak Academy students (putting an end to the weird plot detail of no one knowing what class is supposed to be in, and her counselor explaining how she could still go about her NWP activity with Chihiro and Yasuke). He tries to raise her spirits, though that only gets her exasperated since his alcoholic breath gets on her face. 

As she gives the duo a tour, a familiar face pops up during so - Alter Ego. Hina eagerly greets her friend who had helped her during the Killing School Life. He is also happy to see her again, though is apologetic to Hina after hearing how Makoto was arrested. AE informs her of his role in the rehab plot and how ashamed he was to let the Junko AI takeover.  Both Miaya and Hina try to comfort him, but it gets Hina thinking on why he’s with Miaya now. 

Here we learn of Chihiro’s involvement with Miaya with the Neo World Program, and how both were co-workers to help create it. With her friend and protege dead, Miaya ‘took in AE’ so to speak, being the one to salvage him from HPA after they rescued the Havoc Crew and receiving him once FF apprehended Makoto. Hina pushes on to ask the obvious: Why create the Neo World Program?

Well, for Miaya - her life’s goal is to find a way to rehabilitate anyone. She wanted to help people so badly from their own issues that drove to the pits of despair and vileness, but while she can help anyone with a large degree of success, there were the sort that just were too far gone. The NWP was made to ensure even the worst of the worst or the most badly hurt of them all could have a second chance. It being a concept thought up way back when she attended HPA. However, while she got the resources over the years and even approval from FF to initially put that dream to reality it soon became clear that the consensus was that criminals, especially the Remnants were to be put down instead of saved. That such a high-cost procedure was both too long and too ‘inefficient’. Thus, her project and JW Island was left abandoned and she was forced to back to square one….

Up until she had gotten into contact with Makoto who learned about the project from a list of scrapped projects that the Future Foundation organized. He was really interested in it and he shined with so much determination and genuine optimism for the future that Miaya disclosed its location to him and even gave him the reigns to the facilities that the Havoc cast would use. It was risky, but she could just feel she could trust him. As such, she gives Hina a Rec Letter, believing she could bet on the swimmer too. That being said, she also advises against bringing her into the conflict during the trial since, yeah. That’s way too scary for her heart to take!!!

Next up is someone all three are dreading as they arrive to his branch: Former Hope’s Peak security guard, Ultimate Boxer and real pain in the ass for most - Juzo was running Division 6.                                                                                                                    

(Episode 5)

Now, when Hina arrives, she’s combing all over the building, but Juzo is nowhere to be found. During her search, she meets several of his underlings: Ikue Dogami, Mekuru Katsuragi and the Ultimate Make-Up Artist. They explain that Juzo tends to be out and about often, but thanks to Mekuru, they direct Hina to wait towards the main lobby for him. It should be noted that, aside from those three, most of his other employees seem nervous or on edge when he’s mentioned. 

When Hina finally meets Juzo, naturally, he’s aggressive and has no patience for her. Likewise, he refuses to hand over a Rec Letter to Hina since he is an avid supporter of Kyosuke’s ideals and is enraged over Makoto’s actions. Now, Hina actually does remember Juzo a bit - where we now get a flashback of him acting as HPA’s most aggressive security guard.  She had witnessed him being rough concerning students relating to the Reserve Course, so she isn’t surprised he’s being a hardass now. Being reminded of the discourse concerning that time, Juzo is getting more pissed off and looks ready to throw down before an idea occurs to him. Of course, this being Juzo, he decides to give her a ‘chance’ to prove herself. In the ring. 

So Hina takes on Juzo in a five-minute exhibition match. If she manages to last until the time limit, Juzo will hand over the Rec Letter. If she fails than, well, nighty night! Hina, determined and unwilling to backdown, opts for it. Koichi, naturally, is concerned by this move, but she reasons that she wants to get to Makoto as soon as possible. If she can just last five minutes, she’ll be able to do that faster (not trying to think about the setback she would make if she would fail).

Juzo is confident he’ll win and toys with her early on, allowing to go for some strikes, effortlessly dodges them and proceeds to wail on her with jabs. Enough to knock her down and he thinks she’ll quit, but she gets up. A bit annoyed he tries to do the same thing, but Hina has found her rhythm. She has had multiple experience dodging attacks from scattered Remnants and criminals as a member of the 13th Divison. Thus, she’s now found a footing where she can stay, if barely, ahead of Juzo. She even manages to get in a solid hit or two!! Things are looking up and there’s a few seconds left on the clock.

Enraged, Juzo is trying his damndest to score a hit, but nothing seems to be working. A crowd has gathered, cheering for Hina and Juzo, eager to see who will win. For a moment, Hina remembers both Sakura and Yuta, strengthening her more to see things through to the end and prove herself useful - that can she be of aid to someone she calls family!! But, it also distracts for a split second, and in that moment Juzo scores a devastating haymaker. Hina is knocked down and eventually falls unconscious. Juzo is the victor. Koichi and Mitarai goes to Hina, trying to rouse her whilst Juzo walks off, not feeling particularly good about this win.

In the meantime, scene shifts to Kyoko working in her office when she meets Chisa again. Considering what she knows about Juzo and Kyosuke, Kyoko is naturally on guard against Chisa who is trying to be friendly with her and have some tea. We also get a bit of insight concerning Kyoko’s situation: armed guards all around her and she also voices her good guess of the room itself being bugged. Naturally, the only thing she can really do is read and try to prep Makoto’s case from inside her ‘cell’. Namely, getting knowledge of the prior incidents of the Remnants, rehabilitation efforts with the Neo World Program and others that were scrapped, and in general just learning more about the other Directors. Anything to give her side the edge concerning the trial.

Speaking of which, she does ask where the trial will take place. Now, given the severity and whose life is at stake, Chisa reveals that it’ll be on an island meant originally to be the new international Hope’s Peak branch. However, with the Tragedy causing HPA to close down, it was instead refurbished into a private separate office of sorts—meant only for high profile usage. Like a trial for treason! Kyoko asks, if only for confirmation, given Chisa’s closeness to Kyosuke as being one of the first Directors of FF and his former classmate, if she herself also holds intense hatred of Despair.

Now to this, Chisa is quick to differ. She loves Kyosuke and goes along with him because she trusts his judgement and heart - that he makes decisions trying to fully bring peace to all afflicted by the Tragedy. Thus, she goes along with the decision and believes in that Hope. However, even if she goes along with it, she does hold a different stance concerning the Remnants…

How she can’t help but still hold love for her dear students.

(Episode 6)

Hina wakes up, finding herself in an infirmary. Koichi informs her of her loss and who managed to treat her - Seiko Kimura. Now Seiko is constantly fretting and checking up on Hina given the situation concerning her knockout. Thanks to her drugs, any concussions should be healed up pretty quick, and Hina is pretty grateful for the support. Seiko happened to be in the 6th Division’s office by chance, so Hina should be lucky she was on site to help ensure she didn’t get put into a worse position without her fast action.

Once Koichi reminds her that Seiko was a Director, we get a formal introduction of her, including her class. We also learn that Seiko was the daughter of the head of Kimura Pharmaceuticals prior to the Tragedy, though she notes that was water under the bridge now.  Hina, remembering that the 76th class also had Ruruka and Izayoi, asks both were her classmates. Instantly, Seiko’s face darkened and she glared at Hina. She asks her not to mention their names. Ever. Hina gulps and takes the hint.

Trying to move the conversation along, Hina brings up the topic of getting a Rec Letter for her, thinking Seiko was so nice she would agree to it. However, after a bit of conflicting thought, Seiko firmly refuses. Her loyalty lies solely with Kyosuke and she knows for a fact that he wants them dead. For good reason too, and she has personal stake in seeing the Remnants dead given how long she’s spent trying to treat their victims and seeing some die. She apologizes, but her mind is made up, and she personally shouldn’t expect much from her concerning Makoto’s trial.

She leaves, though outside waiting is Juzo, who was overhearing the conversation. She informs him of Hina’s condition. How it’s going to be stable though is curious why he still stuck around. Annoyed, Juzo pokes at her forehead in like a mean big bro-esque way, much to her chagrin, telling her to mind her business before prodding off. Still, with yet another Director refusing to hand over a Rec Letter, Hina is getting desperate and runs off to the 5th Division - Chisa’s workplace.

At said workplace, Kyoko is a bit shocked after hearing about Chisa’s ties to the Remnants. Well, Chisa quickly clarifies it was really only for about just some months and she could really be described more along the lines of their Advisor. You see, the Remnants of Despair back when they were in Hope’s Peak gained a bit of a reputation for being ‘delinquents’, whether intentionally acting out or not, and so these teens from various parts of the 77th batch were assigned to attend a ‘mandatory’ Student Correction Program (was not quite a fan of the series having Class 77 all be Remnants from the exact same class. The change, in addition to other plot developments in the future, is to get the group together, while having them be scattered across the 77th Batch).

The program was meant to at least get them to mellow out and not either wreck the school or harm others. She looks back fondly over the time with the fifteen of them…hm? Fifteen? Kyoko is wondering about her current connections and if anyone else knows about it. Chisa is quick to assuage her concerns. Her connection with HPA is well known by every other Director, though following her dismissal with the Remnants, she was assigned to the Reserve Course, which clearly didn’t end well for the other students there. Something shown by how upset she looked concerning their collective suicides. Chisa tries to quickly perk herself back up. 

Anyway, she explains, while she doesn’t quite understand why Makoto really decided to risk his neck this much to help pretty much the worst of the worst, but given how such a procedure could have given her students back, she was at least grateful for the attempt. While she won’t ever betray Kyosuke, she might be willing to offer a hand to at least get him to see a bit more reason. Though, Chisa is curious.

Why is Kyoko, logical woman incarnate, siding with Makoto in saving the Remnants? Surely someone like her would have wanted to see them dead, right? Well, for Kyoko, her decision was based on logic. The world, while its making steady efforts, is still struggling quite a deal both internationally and even locally. From pollution, to food management, to the obvious  factor of stray Remnants and criminals wreaking havoc. While the spearheads of Ultimate Despair may be gone, it would take decades before the world could ever hope to get back to how it was pre-Tragedy. If they could reform the Remnants with the Neo World Program, even just the mooks of them, they can add to the Restoration efforts to get the world back faster. The fact that the initial Remnants they gathered happened to be Ultimate were a solid coincidental bonus. Luck…though given what nearly had happened, it couldn’t really be called good luck, right?

Chisa nods her head and seems to accept this…though has to wonder how much of it just trying to honor Makoto’s wishes. After all, she wasn’t that different from Chisa in that they were trying to support the Hope of their lives and not just in terms of being the Ultimate Hope. But Hope to their own respective groups as well - Makoto was the glue that helped keep them together after all. In that same vein, Kyosuke was the glue that kept Future Foundation and his own core group stable as well. She recollects a time before she got to know him. In order to raise money for her sick single mother,  a teenage Chisa Yukizome became a housekeeper and was hired by the Munakata Family. A wealthy family that was notorious for raising leaders in almost every industry of the world, their mansion was quite the chaotic mess of people at each other’s throats and too busy to ever really care for an insignificant girl that was tidying up behind them.

Yet, Kyosuke was different. He aided her when everyone else ignored her or treated poorly because she was ‘the help’. He went out of his way to lighten her load and even work to see her smile. It was his assistance that allowed her to truly want to shine as a housekeeper and got her scouted. He was literally her Hope back in those horrible days. It’s why even now she’s that devoted to him.

Kyoko asks her to get to the point.

“Everyone is chasing that Hope - that reason to keep on going. But it’s also good to be aware of who represents that Hope as well. A lesson all of us can learn ,hm?” She glances to the door and it turns out Team Hina was there, eavesdropping. Chisa welcomes them in and doesn’t hesitate to give Hina a Rec Letter. Even if she’ll go wholeheartedly with Kyosuke’s choice, she figures its nots a bad idea to at least let one of Makoto’s friends check in on him.

From there, Hina goes to see if Kyoko was okay, but the detective waves her off. She’ll always be fine, what’s vital is bouncing info off each other. So they get each other up to speed with what’s happening, with Hina’s Quest and the upcoming trial. Kyoko is more than aware that their case seems pretty hopeless given whose in charge and the influence he holds. Hina is a bit more optimistic since she feels its an even split, except its not. Kyoko reminds her its more of 6 against a number of neutrals who could easily be pressured to go with the other side if an argument is weak enough or the enemy is convincing enough. The other half’s loyalty is not guaranteed. It’s then that Hina glances at the two allies she had befriended so far. Mitarai is looking as shy as ever but Koichi, after a swig, shrugs and merely says they’ll have to see. Though if it’s anything to what he would have wanted, well, he’ll do his best to get an outcome that Kyoko would find favorable. Complete with a friendly smile, though Kyoko tries her best to ignore him. 

In any case, Kyoko says its best for Hina to get the last letters as quickly as possible but just before Hina leaves, Kyoko does stop her briefly. Her wounds from fighting Juzo is clearly visible and even Kyoko could obviously see how winded the swimmer was. In her own way, she’s concerned and does apologize to Hina for putting her through all of this. But Hina quickly brushes it off. Their friends, well, more than friends!! Family even!! The Havoc Crew looking out for each other is a no-brainer!! It doesn’t bother her! With a deal of optimism, Team Hina leaves, leaving Kyoko in her thoughts once more.

“Huh, didn’t know you could lie like that.” Koichi said and Ryota gives a concerned look to Hina. She’s leading the charge, but the camera never points to her face. Her voice, though, is shaky. “I don’t know what you mean…it’s time for the next stop.”

Episode 7

The next destination for Team Hina? Why it was Koichi’s branch! The atmosphere for his place was rather casual, with many people at least on goods terms with him enough to even tease him a little about his drinking habits. Koichi allows both Ryota and Hina into his office, which resembles more of a host lounge than anything. Bottles of alcohol was scattered everywhere, there was a large couch off to the side, and large amounts of paperwork lay on his desk.

Both Hina and Ryota criticize Koichi for his messy office, but he waves it off as him being busy with meetings with Jack Daniels and Gin!~ Hina rolled her eyes and gives glances towards all about his office as Koichi fishes to make a Rec Letter. During this time, Hina finds something. A photo of Koichi with Jin and a little Kyoko.

Koichi confirms at this point that, yes, he was best friends with Jin and wouldn’t have minded being considered an ‘uncle’ to Kyoko prior to her getting raised by Fuhito Kirigiri, her grandfather. When asked more about Kyoko’s family, Koichi just waves dismissively. It’s a long story full of drama that he himself isn’t fit to tell.

He does go into detail of him meeting Jin back when they were kids and still keeping in touch when Koichi went to HPA...eh? Koichi was an Ultimate? Turns out he was the Ex-Ultimate Talent Scout, though is dismissive of such things. He himself doesn’t feel like its anything special and requests that they just refer to him as a regular talent scout. Honestly, he himself only agreed to be a talent scout because his best friend, Jin, really requested him when he began working with HPA in earnest. Throughout it all, Hina can see Koichi give a melancholic smile and relates to his quiet pain with her own losses. She reaches over to put a hand on his shoulder, but he smiles and waves it off.

Well, no use dwelling on the past. Koichi hands over his Rec Letter and waves at them goodbye for now.  He advises that if the options are just Tengan or Kyosuke left, then yeaaaaah, its best to try and win Tengan’s favor. He’s a lot more reasonable than Kyosuke…or, rather? 

He’s more coolheaded? He wants to be alone for a bit. Getting the hint, Hina nods and they begin to walk out. However, not before Hina stalls at the door, asking if he’ll support Makoto at the trial. Koichi informs her that he can’t make any solid promises, but is willing to hear him out. Once Ryota and Hina leave, he leans back in his chair. Thinking about Jin, he vows he’ll protect ‘her’.

Now down to a duo, Team Asahina starts wondering about Koichi, whether he’ll truly be alright. Hina is concerned, but Ryota says its best if they just leave him be to focus on Tengan. Now, its here that Ryota reveals his connection with the Chairman - namely how Tengan personally saved and recruited him back when the Tragedy was rampaging. Right when he was about to be killed by some Remannts, Tengan appeared on scene to fight them off. Hina is very impressed since she knows Tengan is kind of old, though Ryota mutters how he can be strong and frightening when he wants to. Anyways, he’s been working closely with him and believes that there’s a solid chance. Though he does warn Hina to watch what she says.

When they arrive, they noticed the hallway of Tengan lined up and down with various people in visors. Ryota introduces them as being the best of the Ultimate Elite Taskforce. As their names suggests, they are the very best gathered from the remnants of Hope’s Peak alumni’s that serve as The Special Forces needed for only the most intense or important assignments. Each of them are more than strong enough to give anyone, even an Ultimate Remnant, a run for their money.

Granted, with the 77th Batch of Despairs seemingly gone, these days all they really seem to do is just guard Tengan in Gozu’s absence. A fact that gets them to give Ryota a bit of a dirty or hurt look before he frantically starts waving his hands, trying to say he didn’t mean it. Tengan allows the two to enter and he pretty much gets right to the point. He’s received news of Asahina going about the other Directors trying to get their Rec Letters and from both sides he’s received calls to let her have one or to not give her one.

With that in mind, he’s willing to hear from the source concerning her motivations. Taking a deep breath, Asahina explains she’s worried about her friend and is really trying her hardest to make sure he’s alright. She knows that charges against Makoto are heavy, but she expresses her faith that everything he does is only to help everyone, not hurt. He’s not a traitor! By the end, she’s looking quite desperate, pleading with Tengan to give her the time of day.

When he speaks, Tengan murmurs about personally witnessing this fire of Hina for those she holds dear resurfacing. He says for her to simmer down and that, by now, he’s already thought this situation through to the best of his abilities. Offering Hina butterscotch, he explains that, yes, what Makoto has done is shocking and, at the moment, he can’t blame anyone for being angry or thinking he might be a traitor…

But he also states his belief in the Ultimate Hope that blossomed during that sixth trial. That optimism that he showcased and used to beat back Junko Enoshima and helped spurn the world in its current Restoration efforts. Yes, Tengan does believe that Makoto isn’t trying to be malicious and knows that he ‘is going with what he believes will be the right move’.  He goes on to ramble a bit about Makoto coming along ways from tangoing with a petty thief to humanity’s Symbol. Something that confuses Asahina, but Tengan brushes it off.

Yes, at this point, he’s more than just a little aware of the younger generation following their ambition and deciding that what they believe is right for all. Chairman or not, he has come to terms that he can’t match the passion of the others and is more than willing to take a backseat to give their ways a chance. After all, that’s essentially what he has been doing with Kyosuke. At this point it probably won’t be too long until he figures Kyosuke will organize an ‘intervention’ to pressure Tengan into stepping down. He already has the support of the public and agents all across the branches for his decisive attitude and on-hands efforts that Tengan had to retire from.

Oh! He apologizes for rambling and hands over the needed Rec Letter to Asahina. With that, she’ll be able to visit Makoto. Tengan wishes him the best of luck. Now, while he did order for the guards not to harm Makoto, if a Director decided to do something, well, he urges her to check in with him at her earliest convenience.  Asahina nods and thanks Tengan for handing over the Rec Letter. She asks if Ryota was coming as well but he declines. With a hug of support, Hina leaves. Still in the office, Tengan chuckles and asks if Ryota was finally getting out there, much to the animator’s blushing dismissal! Hina’s just a friend!! To this, Tengan merely chuckles in amusement. Before the scene ends, he questions if Ryota  has made a decision of sorts for the future. Ryota opens his mouth…and the episode ends.

(Episode 8)

The episode, and next day, opens at the prison Makoto is being held at. He has bandages and scratches on his face, looking a bit down on his luck as he recalls what happened to get him to this state.We get a flashback back to when he was initially arrested and seperated from Togami and Kyoko. He get’s thrown into his cell and has to deal with the brunt of a beatdown from a very angry Juzo. Kyosuke stops him before he could ever really go too far on Makoto but it is brutal. From there the scene switches to Makoto, patched up and at a table. Kyosuke is at the other side, looking coldly at Makoto.

Kyosuke, half-heartedly, apologizes for the actions of Juzo, though he does cut off Makoto when the lucky student tries to tell him its no big deal. Instead he asks: Why? Why help the Remnants of Despair? Why not just turn them in so the world can be done with them? Straight to the point. 

From Makoto’s point of view we get flashbacks briefly to what had occurred concerning him finding Izuru, learning of the Remnants identities and him firmly choosing his resolve when Kyoko and Togami await an answer for him. Back to the present day, he states that he understands everyone being angry and that, if he were in their shoes, he’d be furious as well. But, his decision has to go back towards faith. The potential to save others from the awful influence that gripped them in the past.

A flashback shows the Havoc Crew walking throughout their new branch with Kyosuke and Tengan giving a tour of the place. Tengan gives the background that, with reports of UD members killing themselves, they wanted a Branch that can effectively reach and focus on spreading FF’s message of hope. And who better to lead that than the survivors who inspired loads to carry on and beat back Despair’s effects. 

Togami is a bit miffed over essentially being the public relations branch, and that Kyoko was their leader, but she notes such power is really just a formality between the two of them. Plus, it might have to do with their ‘performance’ during the killing game. Hiro, Asahina and Togami have proven to be ‘problematic’ and Toko is only really allowed as an intern for being Genocider Syo. While some might want Makoto in charge given his role in the final class trial, he truly didn’t want the power/isn’t quite suited for leadership of an entire division. Hence Kyoko winning by default. 

While Togami begrudgingly admits defeat, both Hiro, Toko, Makoto and Asahina are astounded over their new headquarters. Makoto in particular is quick to bring them back together, speaking on his confidence that, with all six of them together, they can really help make a difference. One that clearly resonates with his friends and is noticed by the FF leaders. As both Tengan and Kyosuke leave, Tengan smiles as he notes that Makoto really reminded him of Kyosuke back in the day and that the Foundation is lucky Makoto is with them. Kyosuke quietly clenches his fist, and gives a brief look back at Makoto. The lucky student notices, but is dragged away by his pals long enough for Kyosuke to leave. 

A montage shows off Makoto and others helping out in the communities under Future Foundation’s protection, all clearly trying their best when, in the last shot, Makoto is suddenly pounced upon. It’s a Remnant of Despair, and by that I mean just a regular one that seems to have had better days. Makoto’s guards easily are able to pin down the Remnant and even remove his mask. As he’s being taken away, Makoto asks why he’s still trying to hurt others. Junko’s dead so what gives? It’s then that gets a good look at this Remnant - or rather his expression. Miserable, frustrated, utterly sad, and, well, hopeless. “Because there’s no point in trying to rebuild for someone with no future...” 

These words haunt Makoto and he’s gets to thinking. Is there a way to rehabilitate even the Remnants? He goes through files and asks around concerning Future Foundation rehab techniques and finds the plans for the Neo World Program. Delighted, he goes to Kyoko and Togami to get their opinion on trying to rehabilitate the Remnants? Their answer? 

“You’re an absolute buffoon.”

“This…is certainly a plan, I suppose?”

Yeah, he isn’t too surprised Togami is more harsh with his rebukes, but Kyoko also isn’t holding back with her criticism. The Remnants are dangerous criminals that put them through the Hell in the Mutual Killing Game. Why bother trying to save them? 

To this, Makoto asks this in a quiet voice: If they had connected more with Mukuro or Junko back then, would they have stopped both from destroying the world? He says its silly, but he can’t stop thinking about it. The friends they lost, would they still be alive if he bothered to spend more time trying to get to know both to get them help? Noticed Junko’s warped mental state beforehand? Get Mukuro to reconsider going along with Junko’s plan? The soldier didn’t seem completely convinced during their free talks during their killing game. Anything at all? 

This had both fall silent for a deal before Kyoko gives her thoughts. Personally, she believes that both Junko and Mukuro were too far deep by the time they met them. When she had the time, she looked into a bit of their background, finding evidence of the twins causing atrocities, like a massacre of a junior high school. That was covered up from either corrupt police or some other shady means. She believes that if there was to be some way to help the Despair Sisters, it would have to have been years before they even reached Hope’s Peak. She goes on to say he shouldn’t be harsh on himself for the horrible actions of other people, nor feel responsibility for why they turned out that way.

Yet, Makoto just can’t seem to let the thought go. His mind flashes back to his talk with Mukuro during her days as Junkuro. How she admitted she wasn’t sure that the path she was on was right. It’s a thought like those that gets Makoto in being unable to fully write off the Remnants that were still around. If one of the leading figures of the end was still having seconds thoughts, maybe the others could be as well, deep down. And, if the Neo World Program works as intended, they could be potentially rehabilitated into becoming allies to fix what their wrongs! It’s this optimistic outlook that ignites Makoto’s passion. While reluctant, both Kyoko and Togami eventually concede to at least try Makoto’s idea.

Makoto is happy and the next scene shows him heading to the site of the destroyed New Hope’s Peak Academy building. Apparently the 12th Branch was going to begin its plans for its demolition? Well, if that’s the case, he thought it would be best to leave ten flowers for those he lost and explore it one last time. What was left of it anyway.

Only to see Izuru Kamukura standing in a classroom with his own flower in some ruined classroom.

(Episode 9)

In this episode, we see Makoto, Kyoko and Togami looking after about fifteen ‘survivors’ sitting around in their offices. They were dirty, covered in either old cloaks and bandages, and looking around with intense gazes. Some of whom looked to be in quite the awful conditions, being either malnourished or very sickly. Yet they were all intent on refusing medical treatment from any staff offered.

It had only been a few days after Makoto met Izuru - or rather? Hajime Hinata - that’s what Izuru told them instead of his actual name at that point? Allegedly he was a survivor affiliated with Hope’s Peak that had just come back into town to pay respects to the dead. Following that, he explained that he was apart of a group of survivors who had been traveling the wastelands and it just so happens these survivors were upperclassmen of the 78th class. Students that came from various parts of the 77th batch that barely manage to escape the destruction of the Main Course building, but circumstances had them flee into the unknown as much as possible because of the riots. Given what they’ve experienced, they are very weary against even help from the FF and its prone to having them on edge.

Makoto is actually ecstatic to run into survivors of that incident, since he knew many of the 77th batch perished or went missing.  However, Kyoko and Togami are rather suspicious of the situation. In particular, seeing these fifteen for an extended period of time has her leave to check out some files.

Concerning the Remnants themselves, the more Makoto interacts with them, either by trying to give them supplies or wanting to know them better, he’s either ignored or given cold blank stares. Just like that one Remnant from before. Maybe…

Still there is one that acts friendly to him, Nagito who usually kept one of his hands wrapped. He’s appreciative of the Ultimate Hope and grateful for his efforts, glad someone ‘insignificant as him’ could be in Makoto’s presence. Makoto, being the humble guy, denies ever being that important and that he just wants to help others. He believes everyone is indispensable and tries to get Nagito to see more of himself in a brighter light. Though, similar to the others, the despair Nagito is in is quite evident and he believes that a guy like Makoto should really not bank his hopes too much on the fallen. As Makoto goes to pull him back as he leaves, he notices some of Nagito’s bandages are slipping…and, hm? Was…was his nails painted under there?

As they separate, he runs into Kyoko who takes him to Togami’s office. Kyoko shows Makoto a database of ‘suspect Remnants’. A nurse wearing a surgical mask, a group of masked Monomafia lead by masked people with similar hair styles to Fuyuhiko and Peko. A concert with a thin singer in a gas mask taking spotlight. In Novoselic, a Monokuma controlled country, forces were being lead by a masked figure in a cloak, but a few locks of golden hair could briefly be seen. Evidence upon evidence…

They didn’t just take in survivors - they took in the Remants of Despair. It wouldn’t be long until the higher-ups, who were informed of such survivors existence, would realize this as well. Yet, would it be fast enough to arrive to intercept fifteen dangerous criminals?  As it stands the Remnants doesn’t seem aware that they knew their cover was blown. If they were going to act, they needed to do this quickly. Togami suggests getting their security forces to immediately apprehend and put the remnants in holding cells of their division, but Kyoko notes the possibility of good number of forces being killed in this attack given how notorious the Remnants were when it came to fighting against even the Directors. Togami then suggests that maybe drugging their food could work best and the others seem on-board with this idea.

It’s then that Makoto suggests his own idea that, once they were all knocked out they don’t put them in cells. Rather, they put them on the boat intended to take them to Jabberwock Island. Togami really asks if Makoto is serious about having these Remnants - Ultimate Remnants - be the ones that they opt to save, but Makoto is dead serious about it. After all the NWP is supposed to be capable of saving even the worst of the worst. What better way to prove to everyone that it works and that it is viable if not by saving the literal worst of the worst. Both Kyoko and Togami are hesitant, but eventually both opt to go with Makoto’s plan. After all time is of the essence still.

The scene transitions to the boat, where the Remnants have been place in cells containing two each (or three in Mahiru, Ibuki and Hiyoko’s case). Their cloaks and bandages have been stripped away and we've got to see what a few had of Junko’s body, classic like Fuyuhiko getting Junko’s eye and whatnot. Over an intercom, Makoto announces his Foundation’s intent to take them to Jabberwock to put them in the NWP…

“Just like what the intelligence said…” Kamukura mutters to himself as the scene transitions to show of the Remants being worked into their pods and of brief flashes to the Island Killing Game, where Makoto is horrified over seeing history repeat itself, but flashes to determination  from both him, Kyoko and Togami. As the screen flashes to them entering the simulation we cut back to Kyosuke.

“In short…” said Vice Chairman. “You went on an operation, risking it all for criminals that should be executed on the spot…and came back with nothing.” Makoto refutes this saying he believes it worked out from what he saw of the survivors. But Kyosuke is pretty adamant about this position. How can Makoto be sure they were not faking or they’ll revert back to who they were? How can they be trusted to not go down that dark path again?

In truth? Makoto admits he can never be 100% sure, but he has faith they won’t go back. How they resolved to keep moving forward – he was sure that was going to still be a reality. Kyosuke shook his head, looking disappointed. 

“To think people ever had high hopes for you. A naive foolishness like that can never be called Hope.” Standing up, he announces, he doesn’t want to even look at Makoto again until the trial to decide his fate. And may mercy be shown upon this blind soul. All while Makoto looked at Kyosuke with his own frustration, but even sadness. Is there no way for them to reconcile or come to an understanding?

The flashback ends when we see the present Makoto shoot up from a knock at his door. It’s Asahina, who came in the very next day, who quickly goes to glomp her poor buddy whose been through a lot. Asking him how he’s been and growing angry over the fact the guards had taken to hurting him. As they both catch up on what’s been going on - Hina finally asks that’s been flowing through her mind:

“How come you all didn’t trust me?” she asked, referring to the fact that half of Crew went off to do their own thing while leaving the others in the dark to carry out the Remants rehab. Makoto, looking super remorseful, apologizes. He, Kyoko and Togami didn’t want to put the others at risk, especially if this operation failed. Concerning the operation, Hina goes to ask Makoto why he bothered to help the Remnants, when an explosion gets out.

A loud alarm blares through the building.

“People are raiding the prison!! All personnel on deck! Stop the prisoners from going free!”

(Episode 10)

This is a chaotic battle that has invaders, mooks of the Remnant forces, all rush through the building, attacking anyone with bats, pipes, even a few guns so to speak, as they pushed through. Throughout the facility, electromagnetic locks on the cells are disabled and prisoners rush to join in on the riots. The main attackers were also incredibly organized, ordering about the freed prisoners to help free more them and ordering more of their forces to go in deeper. “They’re in there!! Get them at any cost!! Don’t waste our chance!”

Hearing this, Makoto wants to help, but Hina remind him that 1. He is also a prisoner and 2. People would really be gunning for him at the moment given his status, so its best that he stay put in the cell where he would be safe. Makoto wishes her luck as Hina dashes out. Outside of Makoto’s cell there are four other occupied cells in his block: The maximum security block. Luckily, once Hina leaves it’ll be placed on lockdown that only a Director could have access to with their key card. Grabbing a baton, Hina rushes out and saves a guard from being killed by a prisoner before joining in the fray. 

Bodies are flying and more people are being released.  Hina is holding her own but the number of people able to handle this is dwindling: until a cry of pain is heard and a prisoner can be seen tossed into a wall. There is the Great Gozu, Juzo and Kyosuke backed by reinforcements. Tengan is at the furthest back watching the proceedings. Kyosuke leads the forces into subduing the prisoners and invaders, eventually getting it all under control. Though during this chaos, Kyosuke can’t help but wonder about the odds of a jailbreak occurring on the day when Makoto gets a visitor and four other Directors wanted to visit it. “Luck tends to be perplexing…” Tengan says.

By the end of it, most of the prisoners have been suppressed, but when they head into the max block, the prisoners from there have escaped, except for Makoto. Juzo and Gozu are ordering the staff about, sending out red alert for all units to be on the lookout for the escaped. The ones who escaped are known as the Four Sinners in Future Foundation and represent the Four Horsemen. They were previous Ultimates that graduated from Hope’s Peak but had gone rogue  during the Tragedy.

Plaguebearer - Former Ultimate Exterminator: Jun Ueda/Pestilence(Gas Mask Man)

Immovable Force - Former Ultimate Sumo: Daisuke Tomioka/War (Sumo Wrestler Design)

Dead Walker - Former Ultimate Lab Assistant: Harue Yuki/Famine(Zombie Girl)

Spawn of Malice - Former Ultimate Criminal: Shiori Hikari/Death (Ultimate Criminal beta)

With everything over, Asahina checks in on Makoto who was unharmed. Kyosuke arrives and announces that, given how this prison is clearly compromised, Makoto will be moved to another location effective immediately and has Juzo escort him out. Hina wants to talk to him, but the other Directors refuse to hear her out, with Makoto only reassuring her that things will be fine.

The news of the attack is relayed to Togami, & Hiro, the heir already suspicious of the whole affair. He finds it way too unlikely that this was just a random attack on dates where both Asahina and the other Directors were supposed to arrive. This was planned, but by whom and what do they gain from freeing the Four Sinners other than general unrest?

Kyoko hears the news as well and, in private, and theorizes that, yes, this was definitely planned. But there was so many oddities. Why attack on the same day that high-ranking, strong Directors were arriving there? Wouldn’t have it been safer to do so when it was just the regular guards to deal with?

Conclusion that she and, soon even Kyosuke (at another location) reaches: The Mastermind behind it wanted it to be known that there was someone orchestrating this. Furthermore, from reports from the guards, the attackers were highly organized and mentioned something about ‘someone’ giving them a ‘chance’. “But why?” asked Juzo (He, Kyosuke, Chisa and Seiko were gathered together) What do they gain out of this risky mission? Could it be….

“Fear…” Tengan muttered alone in his office. An irrational emotion made to throw people off as the Trial for Makoto’s fate draws nearer. Regardless if the attackers succeeded or failed, the fear and paranoia they would leave behind would be irrefutable but of what kind of fear…

Simply put…a Traitor amongst the Directors. Someone had to give the attackers an access card to open the max cell block, after all. A conclusion all leaders of Future Foundation seem to reach as it flashes by to all fourteen of them.

In a dark location, the Four Sinners are standing in line looking at a large monitor that shows Monokuma’s head looking at them. A garbled voice announces the need for the Blights services.

After all, the next game is soon to begin!

(Episode 11)

A traitor…

A word like that hangs heavy as Togami meets with Asahina and Hiro, in Hiro’s room (because why would anyone bother with Hagakure). It’s one thing for a mole to be in something like a killing game, but a Director possibly going rogue? It could lead to disaster for not just the other Directors but the entire world. Asahina shudders, though wonders about the possibility of it being a Sakura situation: where her family was threatened. But Togami is quick to shut it down. No use in pondering the motivations of a possible Traitor when they still haven’t caught them yet. He stops Hiro from just barging out to ‘investigate’ and reminds Hiro that he can’t just go out and do whatever he wants. If he tries to grill the Directors, chances are he’ll just get thrown in the slammer for being a nuisance and just worsen the situation.

Instead, Togami has informed both he’s sent some of his own private personnel on the case. While any Directors or the Havoc Crew would be on clear suspicion and be monitored, would anyone bother keeping tabs on Togami’s butler or his eyepatch wearing secretary? Not likely. So he’ll leave it to them.

Asahina asks about Makoto, and what they should do for him given the incident. Togami believes at this point they should forget about seeing him until the Trial. Makoto has been taken to a private holding cell in the 2nd Division Branch. With the max cell compromised, he’s staying there under Kyosuke’s watchful eye. Until then, its best to focus on other matters. For example, if this incident comes up during the trial, it would be best to gain some sort of evidence to be on even footing during it. But, all knew if they tried, chances are Kyosuke might get his goons to chase them away. But, Asahina realized that, even if they couldn’t she could probably get someone to not only help them out, but even inform Kyoko. 

The scene shifts to Kyoko’s room and there its revealed Koichi was the one to help out, handing over a good deal of evidence from the crime to her. ‘A gift from that charming swimming lady’ Koichi mentioned, though Kyoko is as stoic as ever. Koichi tries to get closer with Kyoko more, showing more of his concerned side from her (and even a brief scene of him seeing Jin die during the KG), Kyoko brushes him off. If he really wants to help her, he needs to support Makoto’s side. Koichi chuckles. Kyoko’s as blunt as ever. He walks off, claiming he’ll think about it over a drink or two!

For Team Munakata, Juzo and his branch are investigating the scene of the crime, looking pissed about what happened still. While they had managed to suppress the truth of the incident, there was no telling what could be leaked. Seiko responds that, despite using the truth serum on the surviving invaders, they couldn’t tell much about who was organizing them to do this. They can only say that they were ordered by someone in a cloak who was connected with the former Remnants. Who warned them that their actions will spurn on the Third. “The third killing game…what nonsense.” Kyosuke orders Seiko, Chisa and Juzo not to spread this info out to anyone for the time being. Doing so without all the facts would just lead to chaos brewing. When he asks for further details about where the escapees could be, Chisa informs that they have all unist on the lookout for them, but there has been no signs of where they went. One of the transport vehicles is missing so its likely they took that to make their getaway, but the footage for that period is missing due to the attackers managing to get inside the security office. How convenient. But nevertheless Kyosuke is confident that they can defeat whatever plans Despair has for them. “Security measures will be increased tenfold and for the Trial…we’ll invoke the usage of the Elite Taskforce. No matter what - judgement will reign on those who stray from the path…” His crew nod alongside him, albeit to varying degrees (Juzo is smirking and pounding his fists together, Seiko is a bit nervous but hurriedly agrees with him and Chisa looks rather solemn before she nods as well).

We get some brief cuts to what some other Directors are doing. For Ruruka and Izayoi, she feeds him a macaron, with her (and by extension his) minds made up: Makoto is clearly guilty in her eyes and sooner they axe a traitor the better. Miaya is talking with Alter Ego, the latter wanting to do something to help Makoto. He can’t let someone he saved get hurt or sentenced to die, right? Miaya tries to reassure him that things will turn out okay, and that AE did enough already for Togami recently, but hears a knock at the door before she could really finish. Bandai is at his office seeing a text from Gozu on how the wrestler would be coming back a bit late given he’s with the Chairman. As for Ryota he’s nervously going between his phone and the e-mail. Obviously conflicted on something.

We finally shift to Makoto in his cell, unable to to do anything. Can’t investigate, can’t be with his friends. All he can do is wait...huh? Entering his cell is Tengan with Gozu accompanying him. Due to Tengan’s status as the Chairman, he’s able to gain clearance and visit Makoto. 

He comments on the misfortune brought about Makoto recently, and laments that the trial has to happen at all. Makoto asserts his innocence, that everything he’s done was truly meant to help people. That is something Tengan has no doubts on and even finds it a commendable dream to work towards. Even at his old age, his reason for joining FF is to bring the most aid to humanity as possible. He was just the same when he was younger and laments that Makoto is in such a position now. Being stuck trying to follow your heart and being obstructed by others is a frustrating balance to tow.

Tengan remarks on what Makoto plans to do at the trial. Given the severity of his crimes, there isn’t much hope that he’ll be freed. If Tengan is to be frank, were it not for Makoto’s Ultimate Hope status, anyone else would have been prosecuted immediately and likely executed. What’s Makoto endgoal?

For Makoto, he responds earnestly: his goal is always the same as its been. He’s nothing special, he just wants to help people that need it. He completely understands why people want to kill the Remnants, why those who are in the know thinks he's being foolish or even traitorous. But if there's a chance that even the worst of the worst can be rehabilitated and gain a second chance to make things better, then shouldn't they at least try to take it?

Tengan chuckles. Yeah, the same Makoto as he saw back during the sixth trial of Danganronpa 1. Even Gozu seems impressed with his resolve. Both leave the room, Tengan mentioning that when the trial comes: while he can't make any promises, he'll at least try to ensure Makoto has a sporting chance. Makoto sighs as he leans back in his cell. A chance is all that he’d ever want.

Back to Asahina, she’s left brooding in her room. There wasn’t much else she can do now, except wait and try to prepare her own defense for Makoto. The trial. Hina’s recalls Bandai’s words and the statements from all the Directors, friends and foes, come back to her. What does she think of this entire thing? 

She was left out of the loop and is now trying to catch up to a story that’s she’s never really been apart of. Having to risk it all for the sake of the Remnants? Who ended up getting her brother killed? Can she really do it? No doubt Makoto and the others hearts are in the right place, but could she truthfully still say she has no misgiving about it?

If only Sakura were here, she’d know the answer…

After the credits, time skips to the day of the trial. The scene is in a shadow room and there is a figure typing on a computer screen, sending messages out.

‘The pieces are in place. Let the third mutual killing game…begin.”

(Ep 12)

Now this episode is somewhat sort of the same as Future Arc ep 1, with a few twists. For example, the Ultimate Task Force is littered around the headquarters, watching for potential threats. Hagakure is actually let inside (and not on the helicopter pad awkwardly) for instance. Well, at first anyway! He’s not allowed in the meeting room so is just wandering about the rest of the building.

Asahina is looking between Kyoko and Makoto, words from Bandai still echoing in her head. How does she feel about this. She wants to support her friends - her family - through thick and thin. But, these guys helped get Yuta killed and is the reason their class is now down to six in the first place. Can she really vouch while so conflicted? Both Makoto and Kyoko grow aware of her looking so down, but can’t really be afforded the time to help her as they are called into the meeting room.

Kyosuke calls the meeting to order: This is the secret trial to determine the fate of Makoto Naegi - member of the 14th Division of Future Foundation - who is accused of treason and harboring dangerous criminals: the Remnants of Despair. This is the first time we now get to see the Jabberwock Crew in their Despair forms, unobstructed, with Kyosuke explaining that such intel was scrounged up and provided during the DR2 killing game, after FF realized they were the Remnants. A fact that Kyosuke is rather bitter about, but presses on with the matter at hand:

“Makoto Naegi - how do you plead?”

With a Not Guilty verdict in hand, the trial shifts, metaphorically, to be reminiscent of a Class Trial. Together with Kyoko and Hina, Makoto is doing his best to shoot down incorrect or slanderous claims about his situation. For example, claiming he had something to do with the jailbreak, which he couldn’t go given his confined state at the time. For Team Naegi, they’re arguing the Remnants can be saved and, for those that were awake, they deserve at least a fair shot at proving that they were rehabilitated. For Team Munakata, they’re arguing that no matter what form the Remnants take, they are still a danger to others and need to be eliminated. Both sides are at an impasse, and the others begin to chime in their thoughts as well.

Gozu, Miaya, Bandai, Tengan and Koichi do at least want to give testing the Remnants a shot. In Koichi’s case, when its mentioned that he did scout out the Remnants, its in the vein that he should have a grasp on the DR2 crew in spades. While he’s confident that, if given another shot, they’d be alright, he also admits he may or may not have been a biiiit too drunk that day and maybe can’t remember approving a good chunk of them? (Hina sighs and calls him out for being so irresponsible). Yet, there was still those like Ruruka or Izayoi who were adamant that the Remnants couldn’t be saved, and Ryota was too meek to say where he stood.

Eventually, a vote would commence. Kyoko and Makoto aren’t allowed to vote given their involvement in the matter, but Hina is allowed since she was away during the debacle and, at least to Tengan, she should at least be given the benefit of the doubt. A majority of seven would decide Makoto’s fate. Each Director gives their vote until its a split between Guilty (Kyosuke, Juzo, Seiko, Ruruka, Sonosuke and Chisa) and Not Guilty (Koichi, Tengan, Ryota, Bandai, Gozu and Miaya)

The only person left to vote is Hina and she’s feeling happy. She’s the tiebreaker and can save her friend’s life! She can help him! She can get him out of this situation! They’ve won! But, Kyosuke wasn’t done just yet. He chuckles and remarks that Hina must really be a strong woman. After all: she’s sparing the left of someone who saved those who got her brother killed.

Hina freezes and the room falls silent, except for Kyosuke. He gets into Hina’s head, reminding her of all the damage that the Remnants done. Because of Ultimate Despair, millions of people are dead and the world was brought to ruin. Because of them, her little brother, Yuta Asahina, will never come back. He’s another casualty; a victim who has never received justice for the crime brought to him! To Kyosuke, he’s not trying to be the bad guy - he doesn’t want to do this, especially to the ‘Ultimate Hope’ who helped stopped the Mastermind behind that terrorist organization. But what else can he do when the last major executives of the worst organization in human history were prevented from their just punishment for their actions? And doesn’t Hina want that? Want them to pay for blowing up her brother, whose remains are still at the bottom of the ocean? Does she really want to them off the hook for someone who values the lives of 15 murderers than her own flesh and blood?!

At the end of it, Hina is in tears and her conflicted mindset comes to a boil. She can’t think straight and has broken down, overwhelmed with such an awful choice to make. Both of her friends rush to her to try to get her to calm down, but as soon as Makoto touches her arm, she shirks away from them and runs out of the room. Something that causes Kyosuke to call for a temporary recess. Makoto is stopped from leaving by Juzo, but Kyoko is permitted to go after the swimmer. The rest of the Directors shuffle off, though Tengan wonders out loud if Kyosuke truly had to bring up the deceased just to sway the vote. For Kyosuke? He remarks that it’s better for Hina to truly understand her choices. Lest she makes one that she’ll live to regret. As for Makoto, he’s carted off to a nearby room to be treated by Chisa after Juzo handled him a bit too roughly. It’s there we get her revealing her past to Makoto as well, a condensed version of it, and her beliefs right to the luckster. Of both Kyosuke and Makoto coming together to create even bigger Hope for the world. If Kyosuke was the Hope of Justice- one that promises punishment to sinners who wronged others, then Makoto was the Hope of Faith - that promises that there was respite even in the worst of times. She encourages him to see Kyosuke’s point of view and meet somewhere in the middle with him.

Kyoko would go on to find Hina, sobbing bitterly in the girl’s bathroom. Hina apologizes for her actions. After all, Makoto’s life is on the life. She should have just ignored Kyosuke and voted for her friend’s safety! But, Kyoko shakes her head and tells Hina not to be sorry. After all, what was done to Hina can be considered a genuine betrayal given what UD have done to Yuta and what half of her friends did in spite of that. None of the others ever contacted her about it, nor even discussed it with Hina. They let their friend remain hurt for so long…and for that, Kyoko, kneels down and can only offer her humblest of apologies - even offering Hina to hit her if necessary if it means getting everything out of her systems and making amends.

But Hina doesn’t want that. She gets out of the stall, and just hugs Kyoko, crying into her shoulder. A while pasts, and Hina calms down, now willing to head back to the trial. They head out, only for Kyoko to notice something. The door to the supply closet wasn’t fully closed. Hina went to shut it, but finds the security guards of the place murdered. She freaks out and that’s when chaos ensues.

By now we get to see the Elite Task Force luring away guards, and quietly murdering them.  During this process, Hagakure, is strolling on by lost, getting back from the men’s restroom when he opens the wrong door and sees some operatives stuffing the dead into body bags.

Hagakure ends up running away, which leads him to escaping the building right before the shutters close on the roof of Future Foundation. During this time, the scenes cuts to Togami whose in a meeting with his secretary and Aloysius. They have a flash drive containing some secret information concerning some hidden email they managed to dredge up with help from a special program A.E. gave to Togami some time ago. Secretly, they planted a special virus in each of the 14 Branches meant to automatically track any suspicious emails or files and send it straight to Team Togami. The fruits of their labor lies in that drive. Taking it and placing it into his laptop, Togami begins rummaging through all suspicious files and his eyes hardened considerably:

“...The third mutual killing game…and…a nation wide att-!!!” he gets up and orders both to make preparations. The scenes shifts throughout the various branches which are facing attacks from various agents of destructions, from rogue Remnants, to criminals/hitmen to even the likes of various operatives in the division going rogue out of nowhere and killing their own. It was complete chaos and no one can reach the Directors.

Back at Future Foundation HQ, the main cast are in a state of panic as they find themselves trapped in and reports of the guards being dead come to surface. Like in the original show, they are knocked out by sleeping gas. When they wake up, however, they find themselves in a rather demonic, yet regal looking area with monitors all over. The monitors come to life with Monokuma alongside four other mascots. He announces that these five are the MonoKast - hosts of the third mutual killing game!

Monokowl - a white and grey owl in a cowl and a graduation hat. Vice Headmaster of the MonoKast

Monokan - a white and orange kangaroo wearing a black apron. The teacher that helps runs the ‘school’.

Monokrown - A white and purple bee with a tiny crown. The security guard that keeps things safe.

Monokrony - A black and dark brown vampire bat with a gold star. A teacher’s assistant that helps out. Or tries to help out at least.

But if the Directors refuse to believe that they’ll kill each other, Monokuma is proud to announced that this killing game has already started. Everyone is confused, but it suddenly clicks to Kyosuke. Where is Chisa? The cast look up and see her murdered on the chandelier before it crashes, leaving Kyosuke just as distraught as he was before in the original.

DISTRUST LIFE - END

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This ends the first part of the rewrite!! I'm open to questions concerning it if needed and hope anyone that read this got some enjoyment from this rendition! Who know when the next part will be up, but will try to make it for at least this year!

[starlightshadowsworld]

Danganronpa 3: Future arc episode 5.

Thonks.

We're back!

Into a flashack of kid Seiko trying to help a hurt doggo. And ending up saving Ruruka's dog.

This show didn't need to give me reasons for believing Seiko deserves the world.

But I'll take em.

I'm pretty indifferent to Ruruka and Izayoi.

They were asshole's as teens and they're still asshole's as adults.

It is sweet seeing them actually be friends to Seiko as kids.

It's sad knowing how toxic that friendship becomes but that's as far as my feelings to them are.

Also the fact they knew from the beginning why Seiko can't eat sweets.

And than use that later on, that she's cruel for not eating Ruruka's sweets, despite knowing she can't eat them is just awful.

Those two bought this on themselves, I do not sympathise with them at all.

Izayoi vs Seiko is a cool fight.

But I'm sorry "I'll kill you in the name of deliciousness" does not sound as cool as you think Izayoi.

It is a fun line though.

Annnd back to the Director and Munakata.

Where the Director is still impaled and bleeding.

Munakata calling the man who threw him off a glass balcony a coward.

I'm sorry but the flashback of him holding a child in the apocalypse and glaring at it 😂.

Incase I ever thought I was supposed to like you.

I mean I don't hate Munakata.

I wanna strangle him with his own sword but he's such an interesting character.

"You're resolve was terrifying and than you tucked your tail between your legs."

No he just learned how to act like a functioning human being.

You could learn a thing or two.

I do like the Directors speech to Munakata. Because he's talking to him like he's an equal.

Everyone we see talking to Munakata does so he's a King.

Juzo and Chisa once referred to him as the saviour of Hope's Peak in the despair arc.

Which I personally disagree with.

But you see that very few people talk to Munakata like he's a person.

Makoto tries to but Munakata has never seen Makoto as an equal nor does he like him.

But he does have some respect for the Director.

He's the chairman, he's fought with him.

And the only one who can really talk to Munakata as an equal and hope he might listen.

Makoto worrying about Miaya... Who's gonna tell him...?

Asahina going to fight Juzo, not a fight I expected.

Apparently as a boxer he only fights without weapons for oponnents he respects?

... So when you were beating the shit out of Hajime, it was because you respected him?

Uh huh.

Sure.

Honestly I think Asahina can take him. I just believe in my girl.

Also Juzo, can you give an answer that doesn't involve Munakata? Like why are you doing this, just you.

I get it's because you follow him, but you have you're own thoughts my guy.

Back to Seiko vs Izayoi.

I never thought I'd see so many fights in Danganronpa.

"Someone didn't listen to me."

To be fair Seiko, that could be anyone.

No one listens to you, it's kinda sad honestly.

Ruruka you are competing with Munakata for the most bizzare take of the series.

Seiko can't eat sweets and yeah maybe she could've asked about them. But you only ever ask her to do things for you.

Did you ever talk to her, like without needing something?

Ever bring up your talent that wasn't in a way to make her feel bad for not eating sweets?

... Of course not because you're guys friendship is the miscommunication trope.

I'm sorry you get no sympathy from me.

I can't believe I'm saying that but your making Munakata sound like a functioning human being.

And that's saying a lot.

Annnd they found out Seiko's forbidden action.... Fuck.

Back to Director and Munakata.

Ohhh ohhhh we're mentioning the Kamakura project, are we?

He's right though, Munakata's line of thinking is very similiar to what you'd expect the thought behind the Kamakura project was.

Munakata has outranked Ruruka in the insane takes fight, as he denies all of this and goes to kill the Director.

Because clearly this man telling me killing people for hope is bad and is impaled and slowly dying.

Using his last words to try and talk to me as a person, must the one killing people.

... How did this guy pass primary school? Never mind secondary school.

Yasuhiro my dude you don't want to come in here.

Although to be fair... Might be better than what you're going through.

Building shakes and Izayoi's found a secret Monkuma entrance.

Ruruka saying she'll spare Seiko's life if she has a sweet.

Knowing that will kill her... What is wrong with you?

And saying she'll spare her of Seiko kills Munakata, like she's gonna die either way.

Seiko don't, don't do this.

Also Ruruka you calling Munakata a self righteous bastard, while correct is incredible hypocritical of you.

Okay I get Seiko being on Munakata's side, she was expelled from Hope's Peak and he gave her a chance when no one else would.

Makes sense.

Destroying the lights so, that's one way of getting rid of your weakness.

Ruruka, Seiko would have still been your friend if you hadn't taken advantage of her.

And listened to her.

Seiko just wanted a friend.

It's a shame they couldn't have expressed that but it's too late, too much damage

I do like this inner monologue of both of them realising just how much the other meant to them.

God their friendship really is the miscommunication trope.

But I think it's too late.

Monaca back as Miaya just firing weapons and in doing so, allowing Asahina and Makoto to escape Juzo.

Just what is your game here, Monaca?

Unfortunately it knocked out Seiko.

I appreciate Kyoko trying to do detective work throughout all of this.

Munakata if you just waited 5 minutes the Directors gonna die anyway.

You really don't need to do this.

And I get why he'd accuse the Director but it just feels like he's gonna kill him because someone disagreed with him.

Than any actual belief he thinks the Director is the traitor.

"This is not the time nor the place for a mental sparring match, Chairman."

... That what the hell have we be doing for the past 2 episodes?

You're just mad he called you're argument, simple minded.

... Wait!

Waaaait.

The director knows who the attacker is?!

... Fucking hell... If he says the wrong person that he's just signed their death warrant.

Of course we have no idea but Munakata does.

Fuck.

This is not the person who you give that information too.

... And the Director's forbidden action was to answer a question with a lie.

That's smart, that's really smart.

I wondered why he always said I'm answering truthfully.

Holyshit.

... Munakata still thinking he's lying and killing him, what the fuck.

Man is insane.

Like I always try to hear him out, even if I definitely don't agree.

But man, even getting the answer from a man who can't lie, you can't believe him?

Because you have to be right?

My first guess is Chisa

This man doesn't care or have a reaction to anyone but Chisa.

But than Chisa is already dead so it can't be her?

And why would she be the first kill if she's the traitor.

And it can't be Juzo cos he'd have killed Makoto thrice over if it was him instead of Gozu.

And Monaca is still here, so it could just be her.

Soo its a mystery.

And this marks the true decent into madness for Munakata.

Annnd the Director is dead.

Seiko's back to normal, and crying cos she couldn't help anyone.

This poor girl.

Wonder what Cure W is.

And the timers hit 0.

Sleepy time.

[thenewfuture]

Hooo boy where to start

First...let me say that I really do apologize for my actions and I will do anything to repay for it. And I really am thankful for your proposal, Kyousuke.

However, I'm going to have to decline. These ones here aren't the Remnants of Despair, as far as you know them. I've come to show you that they've changed.

Yes. I have evidence to back this up. *Kyoko takes out her phone and types on it*

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*The main screen displays various pictures and videos of the Remnants time on Jabberwock Island after they woke up*

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What you see now are various recordings we have kept on the Remnants after we took them to Jabberwock Island, following their time in the Neo World Program and told them of their past. This can be backed up by Miaya Gekkogahara.

*Nods*

We learned that Class 77-B of Hope's Peak Academy have been brainwashed by Junko Enoshima, and as such cannot be reasonably tried for their actions.

Brainwashed, you say...?

*Breathes into the bag still*

Though we have had some....difficulties with a few of them...

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However, during these past few weeks they exhibited behaviors of great sorrow and regret. Not the heinous criminals as once thought. This can be more proven through a handful of therapy sessions also preformed by Gekkogahara.

Even in the presence of a killing game, many had mostly understandable actions and reasonings for their crimes. Some of which sacrificed themself for others benefit.

And these five here are the survivors of the Jabberwock Killing Game and the first that have awoken from the program. And they are here to testify about the memories and actions during that time.

In the face of this evidence, we claim that the Remnants of Despair are innocent and all this and will do whatever is necessary to atone.

And that's the reason why I did what I did. It didn't feel right executing them when I learned all of that.

So please! I beg you to hear us out and reconsider!

...............

Brainwashed, huh? Kind of a cliche don't you think?

Hold on. They are backed by substantial evidence and working with Miaya. We even have numerous reports of other victims that Junko Enoshima and other Despairs have brainwashed.

If this is true, we can help many people this way without the use of violence. Makoto Naegi's actions are indeed questionable, but his logic is solid. They are even willing to accept their possible sentence, I say we give them a chance.

Yeah, an egg's shadow still cast light in some areas!

Their actions may be reprehensible...b-but as Future Foundation...d-don't we have an obligation to help those overcome despair? N-No matter who they may be...?

'It's working...this is working out for us. We just may-'

OH GET REAL! 'Brainwashing'? You think that excuse is going to fly here after everything they've done?!

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Divination is the Best Medicine.

I’m going to tell you this only once, Hikaru Ando.

*Ando is bound and held captive in one of the tents the Future Foundation sets up outside the lab. Munakata strides up to the tied up Ando, and points the tip of his blade directly at his throat. Makoto, Kyoko, Byakuya, Seiko, Kuripa, Setsuka and Eden watch.

Get those doors open, or at least, TELL us how to open them.

Eden...Seiko...Part of me thinks you shouldn’t be watching this.

...!

No, I insist I stay this time. It’s important.

But you’re keeping your eyes closed for most of it anyway. 

Please, trust me. I’m working something out.

Setsuka! *pant!* Here you are...!

Yoyo!? So you came.

I’m here too. Taichi did what was asked and send a second dispatch of soldiers down to the Tower. Hina decided to stay behind, but Sayaka came in her place.

Is it true? That Kaede’s...?

Yes, unfortunately it is. But we’re working on trying to get the doors open now. As you can see, Munakata is...

*Everyone looks over at the furious Munakata.

...Hehehehe...You mistake my place, Mr Munakata.

My mission from Organization Zetsubou was to work to the bone in that lab...Not to manage it~

...

...Hey...Kuripa...

Huh?

*Eden leans over and whispers something in his ear.

...Right, I got it...

*Kuripa suddenly strides forward and pulls out his own sword.

We don’t have time for games, sicko! 

Wha-hey! Kuripa! Wait!

*Kuripa gets much closer to Ando, holding the blade up against his neck, gently pressing it.

If you’re not gonna tell us how to get into that lab...Then tell us where the fucking parasite is inside you.

Huh...?

The REAL Ando is probably gonna feel more inclined to help us out. So let’s get rid of this evolution-mad bastard, and bring back the actual HELPFUL one.

...

Reaper, try to be a little patient. There’s more than one way to skin a cat.

I said WHERE!?

...!?

*Kuripa pays little attention to Setsuka’s words, and presses his blade slightly more into Ando’s neck. His neck starts to bleed slightly, and Kuripa’s face expresses more genuine anger as the seconds go by.

*WHEEZE!* HAHAHAHAHA! Yes, YES!

Huh...!?

Wh-What now!?

YES, YES, YEAH YEAH YEAH! Kill me now and spare this old gentleman and his young daughter from Organization Zetsubou’s dire embrace!

Because I need only stall you! Shirogane’s plan is near completion, and it’s only a matter of time until Danganronpa Survivor comes to fruition!

The last thing she needs is to round up her remaining captives, and once she does...!

The whole world...IS DOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMEED! AAAHAAHAAAA HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!

...!

...!

...

His throat.

What?

!!??

*Everyone looks towards Eden.

Thanks for that, Kuripa~ You got him thinkin’ exactly what I wanted him to.

What did you even say?

The parasite. It’s in his throat. Like...in his mouth.

His MOUTH!?

Like...Around here I’d say.

*Eden signs to her neck just below the jaw.

Well, that at least explains why we can’t see it.

Could also explain why the guy’s so unnaturally talkative and weird.

How did you even figure that out?

Well, this is gonna sound lil’ kooky, but I can read minds.

You’re right, that does sound cooky. That’s the kind of power that only exists in superhero movies.

Says the sci-fi supercomputer.

That’s...! fair...

Sora still has a point though. Telepathy isn’t conclusive enough on it’s own as proof, is it?

Actually, I can vouch for Eden. Her abilities aren’t the same bullshit Hiro always spouts about. She’s pretty genuine.

I agree. We have no reason to distrust her either. She’s been nothing but helpful since she showed up here, so I doubt she’d go back on us now.

Right then...Let’s get it out!

Kuripa, stop, you’ll cut his damn head off!

I get that you’re panicked, but we must move cautiously if we-

There’s no TIME for caution! My kid-I mean...Kaede Akamatsu...is TRAPPED in there with who knows what!?

Sure we took out most of the Monokuma’s, but we don’t know what’s left behind in that lab! Even if there’s no danger, it’s only a matter of time before Zetsubou make their move. They’ll KILL HER!

*SLAM!*

ENOUGH!

!!?

!!?

*Everyone is caught off guard, as Seiko suddenly slams the table and yells. What little color remains in her face fades from the illness, but she shakes it off and turns to Eden.

...in...?

*She motions to her throat.

Yeah, that’s right. It’s what he thought. “They’ll never know the parasite is in my throat, hahahaha!”

...let...me do...this...

*Seiko strides over, walking in between Munakata and Kuripa, and leans closer to Ando.

...?

...

What is she doing?

...!

Mmmphh...

UM!!?

Uuuuuuuh...Seiko...!?

What in the fresh hell are you doing!?

*Everyone is taken aback, as Seiko suddenly leans forward and snogs Ando. Evidently slipping her tongue into his mouth.

Well uh...I mean...she has been locked up for a long time...Maybe she just needs a bit of serotonin?

Sora, even you’re sensible enough to know that this isn’t the time for something like that.

Yeah, this is weird. It’s really weird. What exactly are you doing Seik-

HRRRGH!

AH GHRRRRLAAAGGGUH!!

*SHRIEK!*

ooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOOODD!!?

WHAT THE FUUUUCK!!?

*SHRIEK!* *SHRIIIEK!*

*After “making out” with Ando, Seiko suddenly retracts herself, and out of Ando’s mouth comes a significantly larger parasite than any seen before; Seiko yanking the creature out with her teeth.

PTOOO!

*SHRIEK!* 

*SHANK!*

*SHRIEK!*

*SHANK!* *SHANK!* *SHANK!* *SHANK!* *SHANK!*

*Shriek...splutter...*

*With one final tug, Seiko pries the creature from Ando’s mouth, spitting it onto the floor. It wriggles, covered in Ando’s phlem, trying to get away. Munakata, with a disgusted look on his face, stabs the worm multiple times with his sword until it dies.

*COUGH!* problem solved...!

...I...feel...very uncomfortable after watching that...

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...

...Good work.

...That made me feel physically sick...

I mean...good job...? I think...?

*Setsuka cringes.*

Divine Eye definitely didn’t see THAT coming.

Huurgh! ....Hurrgh..........HURRL!

C-Can we get a sick bag for my wife here folks?

A-Alright...THAT happened...Wh-What about the doctor?

*Still visibly traumatized, Sayaka walks over to the now unconscious Doctor Ando.

Doctor? A-Are you awake?

Hrrgh...? HAAH!? Ah-AAAGH!

*THUD!*

Oof! Ow! That’s a rude awakening!

Oooww...

*In his surprise struggle upon awakening, Ando falls over on his chair and collapses to the floor, unable to stop himself due to his bound arms.

Kuripa Kurafto, help me get him up.

*Munakata and Kuripa lift Ando back upright.

Uuugh...Wha...What just happened...?

Setsuka? A-Are you...?

Doc, are you back to normal now!?

...

I think so...

...Owari?

I just checked the Divine Eye again. All those wacky villain thoughts I mentioned? Gone now.

Hey...sorry about your neck.

*Kuripa goes behind Ando and slices through his ropes. Ando stands up and dusts himself down.

Aah! My head!

Watch it. You’ve just been freed of the parasites control for a long time. It’s not gonna hurt to take a breather.

Right, I didn’t even think about it, but he’s been brainwashed for a hella long time.

6 or 7 years if I’m not mistaken.

I’m so sorry Doc. On behalf of the Kisaragi Foundation, I apologize it took so long to find you. I didn’t even know you were suffering so much.

What are you talking about? I don’t care how long it took.

*He turns to Seiko.

Thank you so much...You saved my life.

Well, to be fair...Keeping you alive was essential to our plan.

Ugh...That’s Kuripa-nese for “We need your help.” 

With rescuing Kaede Akamatsu, correct?

That, among many other things. Which includes rescuing your daughter.

M-My daughter...!?

Yes, Doc. Apparently, Kanata’s alive.

...Shirogane told me that she had found a way to revive my girl from the dead...So that wasn’t a lie?

Apparently not. But she’s being kept prisoner in Zetsubou’s base, just as you were. And based on what we know, you were being used as a hostage against her to make her do Zetsubou’s dirty work.

...Shirogane...! I can’t believe I just...let myself be a part of her plot!

Shirogane is a malicious, evil, manipulative kent-burger; it’s what she does. And you sir, are hardly her only victim.

Not just me...My precious little girl too...She’s hurt so many people and I don’t intend to let her get away with it.

So...does that mean you’re in?

Oh, I’m IN. Anything for Kanata. And anything for Kaede Akamatsu too.

THAT’S the Doc Ando I know and love. One that actually thinks about everyone other than himself.

Well...I guess it all worked out.

Somehow...

Guess Lady Luck hasn’t left us yet.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Let’s give everybody a proper burial!

Yeah... maybe getting them out of there would be for the best...

Ri-Right... given that all the po-power is out, the bi-bio lab is starting to defrost.

Me-Meaning those bod-bodies will rot as well if I had to guess.

Ugh... I can imagine how gross that would be...

Yeah and it's why we made sure to remove them as well.

Right that might be for the best, thank you for doing that but here's another question...

Given everything Junko had say and Genocider Syo had confirm it, is the world really as bad as it is?

Oh... right, that... well I think we can all confirm what Junko had say is true; that world ended around 2013 around April.

Indeed... it's even why Future Foundation was created; to fight off against the despairs and those that side with her.

I-It's why we rush over as quickly as we did, to get to you all before the-they show up!

And to make sure the despairs don't get anything either, it's for safety reasons.

I see but seeing how your all acting then that means Junko Enoshima have other allies then...?

Huh? Kyoko...? What are you getting at?

Well... I think it should be obvious; seeing as it would be near impossible for Junko and Mukuro to do this on their own and then there's Future Foundation... does that mean that there are others that work for others? What is Ultimate Despair?

...Right, that. Well I guess to answer your question; Ultimate Despair would be best compare a cult if you will.

And what you all did, you took down their leader so meaning that the Ultimate Despairs have seen it as well aside from us.

Wait then... there's more of those Ultimate Despairs out there?!

Well yeah, Junko Enoshima had many allies that help her with taking down Hope's Peak and causing the tragedy and here's one thing they all got in common from what I discover...

They all were former Hope's Peak Academy Students, they sided with Junko for reasons unknown and had agree to help her take down Hope's Peak and destroy the world and thus a war which is why Future Foundation was created to combat them.

...

Oh... Oh god, then... then that means that there is more out there that could kill us?!

N-No way, that... that sounds way too insane! It really is the end of the world as we know it!

...

Then... then everything she say about my wealth, my family... it's truly gone...?!

...I'm sorry but yes, even the Togami Family died as well; your pretty much it's sole survivor and all your wealth is gone too so meaning that your left with nothing, Byakuya.

...

I see... well, given Junko did say all that and your confirming it then it must be true...

Yeah... as say, will make sure you all are safe and provide for you as much as we can.

[mythgirlimagines]

HC about the Future Foundation being brainwashed by Chisa into becoming the second Remnants of Despair during Makoto's trial instead of being forced into a killing game.

How would Makoto, Kyoko, Hina, Ryota, Munakata, Sakakura, Kizakura, Izayoi, Ruruka, Bandai, Seiko, Gekkogahara, Gozu and Tengen react to what they had done after the rest of the Future Foundation cured them by the help of the Neo-World program?

I only do up to 5 characters per request, so here's the first five!

Makoto Naegi:

There weren’t words to describe how he felt.

It was the worst thing he’d ever felt in his life.

All his work to heal the world, and he helped destroy it…

Kyoko Kirigiri:

…They had to start all over again.

Surely there was still some way to help heal the world after the disrepair.

Her actions weighed on her conscience, but she bore it silently.

Aoi Asahina:

She felt so horrible.

It was like she betrayed all of her friends.

Even though, logically, she knew it wasn’t her fault.

Ryota Mitarai:

First his animations, then that…

It was like he was cursed or something.

Could he ever come back from that?

Kyosuke Munakata:

There was no way Chisa would do such a thing.

Was there really no other explanation?

And how much work would need to be redone?

[girlystories]

*ೃ::RULES/GUIDELINES

Rules 📜

1. 🚫Off-limits: Smut, incest, anything sexual, any kinks or anything of the sort, character x character. 

2. Platonic, friendly, family, romantic and all other types of relationships.

3. I do scenarios, one-shots, and headcanons. When requesting it'd be important if you note what exactly you're requesting. 

5. I do all genders; female, male, gn. Just note which one you'd like, or otherwise I'll do it for gn.

6. Last thing, GIVE ME IDEAS. I would really appreciate it if you'd request what exactly you'd want my work to contain, instead of just stating a character (exp. character x reader)

List of fandoms

IT(2017)

Bower's gang: henry bowers, vic criss, patrick hockstetter, belch huggings, (all).

NINJAGO

The ninja: kai, nya, cole, jay, zane, lloyd.

Villains: morro, lord garmadon

Other: pixal, skyler. (for now)

DANGANRONPA

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc: makoto naegi, kyoko kirigiri, byakuya togami, toko fukawa/genocide jill, aoi asahina, yasuhiro hagakure, sayaka maizono, leon kuwata, chihiro fujisaki, mondo owada, kiyotaka ishimaru, celestia ludenberg, sakura ogami, junko enoshima, mukuro ikusaba.

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Dispair: hajime hinata/izuru kamakura, chiaki nanami, nagito komaeda, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, akane owari, sonia nevermind, kazuichi soda, mahiru koizumi, peko pekoyama, ibuki mioda, hiyoko saionji, mikan tsumiki, nekomaru nidai, gundham tanaka.

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony: shuichi saihara, kaede akamatsu, k1-b0(kiibo), maki harukawa, himiko yumeno, rantaro amami, ryoma hoshi, kirumi tojo, tenko chabashira, korekiyo shinguji, miu iruma, gonta gokuhara, kokichi ouma, kaito momota, tsumugi shirogane.

Other: komaru naegi, yuta asahina, natsumi kuzuryu, sato, kyosuke munakata, chisa yukizome, ryota mitarai, seiko kimura, sonosuke izayoi, koichi kizakura, ruruka ando, juzo sakakura.

NARUTO/SHIPPUDEN

Under 18: uzumaki naruto, haruno sakura, uchiha sasuke, nara shikamaru, ino yamanaka, choji akimichi, kiba inuzuka, shino aburame, hinata hyuga, neji hyuga, rock lee, tenten, gaara, kankuro, temari.

Over 18: kakashi hatake, (more).

Akatsuki: deidara, hidan, itachi uchiha, kazuku, konan, nagato, sasori, tobi/obito uchiha.

Other: shuigetsu hozuki, karin, jugo.

VOLTAIRE HIGH/MIXTE(1963)

joseph descamps, jean-pierre magnan, alain laubrac, henri pichon, +more (just request)

©girlystories ©girlystoriess

[shinkai14]

Danganronpa Ship list

Ships I like

Byakuya Togami x Makoto Naegi

Mondo Owada x Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Sakura Ogami x Aoi Asahina

Kyoko Kirigiri x Celestia Ludenberg

Leon Kuwata x Chihiro Fujisaki

Komaru Naegi x Toko Fukawa

Sayaka Maizono x Mukuro Ikusaba

Yasuhiro Hagakure x Chisa Yukizome

Ibuki Mioda x Mikan Tsumiki

Hajime Hinata x Nagito Komaeda

Gundham Tanaka x Kazuichi Soda

Gundham Tanaka x Sonia Nevermind

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Peko Pekoyama

Mahiru Koizumi x Hiyoko Saionji

Nekomaru Nidai x Akane Owari

Imposter/Terano x Ryota Mitarai

Korekiyo Shinguji x Rantaro Amami

Kokichi Oma x Shuichi Saihara

Gonta Gokuhara x Angie Yonaga

K1-B0 x Miu Iruma x Kaede Akamatsu

Kirumi Tojo x Tsumugi Shirogane

Tenko Chabashira x Himiko Yumeno

Juzo Sakakura x Kyosuke Munakata

Sonosuke Izayoi x Ruruka Ando

Seiko Kimura x Miaya Gekkogahara

Kaito Momota x Maki Harukawa

Chiaki Nanami x Emiko ( Last name TBD )

[mod-kyoko]

do they smoke weed?

this is a list of EVERY danganronpa character and whether or not i think they smoke weed. thank you.

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they are literally never not smoking.

[leon kuwata, monokid, miu iruma, kurokuma, hiroko hagakure, the madarai brothers]

from time to time, mostly to unwind after stressful days, or with friends.

[monokuma, mukuro ikusaba, mondo owada, genocide jack, yasuhiro hagakure, rantaro amami]

didn't want to at first, but gave in to peer pressure and now they love it.

[aoi asahina, monosuke, koichi kizakura, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, sonia nevermind, tenko chabashira]

tried it once, saw god, will NOT be trying it again.

[chihiro fujisaki, hajime hinata, ibuki mioda, kazuichi soda, teruteru hanamura, monotaro, gonta gokuhara, shuichi saihara, ryota mitarai, monophanie]

they're too scared of the consequences.

[makoto naegi, hifumi yamada, usami, mikan tsumiki, himiko yumeno, shirokuma, komaru naegi, miaya gekkogahara]

decided it wasn't worth the risk.

[akane owari, nekomaru nidai, kaede akamatsu, kiibo, kaito momota, ryoma hoshi, seiko kimura, juzo sakakura, daisaku bandai, great gozu, sato, chisa yukizome, gundham tanaka]

has never and will never be interested.

[celestia ludenberg, kiyotaka ishimaru, kyoko kirigiri, sakura ogami, jin kirigiri, ultimate imposter, chiaki nanami, nagito komaeda, peko pekoyama, monodam, kirumi tojo, korekiyo shinguji, tsumugi shirogane, taichi fujisaki, kazuo tengan, sonosuke izayoi]

"no because i'm not an idiot."

[byakuya togami, hiyoko saionji, angie yonaga, maki harukawa, kokichi oma, kyosuke munakata, ruruka ando, natsumi kuzuryu, ryoko otonashi, junko enoshima, toko fukawa, mahiru koizumi, izuru kamukura]

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