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It starts with a meeting. Well, most anything does for the UA staff. Anything from class schedules to grand events like the Sports Festival require meetings to ensure that everything goes as smoothly as possible.
Well, not that much of most Class A’s planning has gone to plan. Especially the USJ and the training camp. The students had settled in nicely to the dorms and Bakugo had been checked over and deemed unharmed besides the few scrapes from the metal cuffs he’d been held in.
And, of course, that's when everything had to go to shit.
Nezu had summoned them to share some exciting news. Which also takes us to now, where they are gathered in a silent meeting room.
Nezu’s rhythmic typing is the only thing filling the silence, the teachers surrounding him all silent or looking over files and papers yet to be graded.
Eventually, Nezu pulls up an email. An email from Asmoday, Teyvat Academy’s principal. The teachers look at one another with varying levels of shock. Although nobody says anything, it’s very clear what Nezu wants them to do.
Infiltrate and find evidence of Teyvat Academy’s wrongdoings.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of unending silence, Nezu finally cleared his throat and turned to read the email out to them. This was completely redundant, but it wasn’t as if they could say much about it. Besides, Nezu could divulge other information not said in the email.
Dearest Principal Nezu,
We have talked amongst ourselves and have to make a decision regarding your proposal for a teachers-only exchange program. We, the Teyvat Academy staff, collectively and unanimously, have decided to accept your proposal to send 3 of your teachers.
Regarding our side, we will hold up our side of the deal and will send both a student and an overseer. This is to make sure that the students that are selected to come to Teyvat Academy will not cause problems, and that our teachers/overseers can work cooperatively.
If you have any more questions, please email me at your convenience.
Sincerely,
Asmoday, Teyvat Academy Principal
Once every teacher had read the email, they all looked at Nezu expectantly. Nezu looked over to make sure everyone had finished reading and began to speak. “Principal Asmoday has accepted my request to send 3 teachers in a supposed ‘exchange program’. Three teachers that I have personally selected will be sent to Teyvat for the length of one month to uncover any evidence of child abuse, mistreatment and cult dealings,”
A blond man raises his hand to speak, Nezu nods. “And who exactly have you picked? Not only that but how will we enter Teyvat airspace, much less its waters?”
There was the problem, how to enter Teyvat. For as long as anyone knew, Teyvat was surrounded by incredibly dangerous winds and lightning storms. Radio signals would cut off and pilots would lose control of planes, many would lose their lives trying to record any sort of information on Teyvat’s atmosphere.
The situation on Teyvat’s seas wasn’t any better. The lightning strikes were strong enough to break apart ships and the winds would reach violent typhoon levels that would tip over hardy ships. Submarines would find themselves being pushed back gently, then incredibly violently when reaching Teyvat seas.
Had any of the outer world’s citizens taken a look closer, they would find that it was the Archons' will keeping out all ships and planes and whatever they threw at them. But as it stood, they all believed that Archonism was but a cult that brainwashed even the purest of children to keep the Teyvat’s people within and unaware of the real world.
Nezu began to speak again, “I have received word that you will be boarding a Teyvatian ship, The Alcor, manned by the Crux Fleet. Its captain, Beidou, and her adoptive son, Kaedehara Kazuha, will welcome you aboard. You will enter Teyvat through one of the many port cities.
As for who has been chosen, that would be you Toshinori, alongside Aizawa and Sekijirou. Do prepare your classes accordingly and leave your lesson plans with the appropriate substitutes,” Nezu ended his speech. The teachers all had varying levels of shock on their faces, and while they may have been speechless at the moment, they’d have plenty to say in the teacher’s lounge.
Meanwhile, the selected teachers looked at one another. For Aizawa, it was another headache, the fact that the HPSC could have had a hand in this was not lost on him. For Sekijirou and Toshinori, however, it was a chance to save the innocent civilians and students of Teyvat and Teyvat Academy respectively.
“If nobody has any more questions regarding this meeting then I declare everyone to be dismissed,” Nezu hops off his chair and walks back to his office. Everyone else follows suit, speed walking to the lounge to express their own opinions on the topic of the meeting.
The selected trio, however, stay seated. Once the door shuts, Toshinori stands up and pulls a nearby whiteboard and marker. The other two watch him as he writes out something on the board: What To Do?
Not a bad question. What would they do? Who would take their places for Homeroom and Foundational Heroics? What kinds of things would they encounter with the Crux Fleet? What did their escorts look like? What were they like?
But most importantly: what would they do to them if found out about them being spies?
As they still thought it was an organized cult, their thoughts immediately jumped to them being brainwashed into Archonism or perhaps even being killed as an example to everyone else who would attempt the same thing.
Both thoughts equally unnerved them and left them wondering if sending them was possibly the best idea. Even if it wasn’t, at least it was better than sending a first year class to investigate the unknown continent of Teyvat and the even more mysterious school known as Teyvat Academy.
The more questions they had, the less answers they were likely to get, perhaps they'd get none that would satisfy any single thing they will question. As of now, though, they would plan as most as they could for their impending month long absence. Their only hope was that the Hero Course first year classes wouldn't burn down UA in their absence.