After being hurled into Kivotos by a bizarre “trans-temporal car accident,” he thought he'd merely stumbled into a school-life story where guns and beautiful girls shared the spotlight.
That is, until he saw ominous dark cracks spreading across the Federal Student Council's dome, distorted pupils reflected in the silverware at Trinity's Tea Party, and a past buried beneath Abydos's sands, silently screaming. Deep within the halos of every student he met, beneath their innocent smiles, slept a countdown to the end, one capable of tearing reality apart.
“Sensei, do you think… we'll become monsters who destroy the world in the end?” a girl entwined in ominous purple light asked softly, fate's threads winding around her fingertips.
When the seven academies become seven crowns atop the throne of the end, and the students he loves don the crowns of destruction, can the amnesiac teacher pay the price of forgetting to draw the one and only “hope” card from a script of despair? After all, saving the world? No, he only wants to save his students, even if they are the beginning of the world's end.
“I'm Tsukumo Yuma. Before you become BOSSes, I'll be your teacher who knocks some sense into you!”
