Neo genezis evangelion 1-6

"No, of course not." The Japanese man hastily blurted out. "There won't be any problems with that — the teachers will be notified..."

"In that case, can I go? The call is coming soon..." I got up from my chair.

"Yes, yes, of course," the director nodded. "Have a nice day!"

"The same to you. Goodbye" I politely said goodbye and walked out the door.

I even had the strength to walk away from the director's office before I burst out laughing — well, Vitek, you're giving it!.. Now you can officially do anything at school, hiding behind a terrible and omnipotent NERVE. And what? Did I save the city? I saved you, which means I have the right to a legitimate vacation... Inspired by this thought, I realized that, in principle, I could go home and sleep — no one would say a word against me now, though... It would still be useful to get acquainted with the class... So, it's decided — we're not skipping today. Where is that other A?..

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As expected, my appearance caused a real sensation in the group, ugh, in the classroom — all conversations subsided as if by magic, and the eyes of the students crossed on me.

It's all so familiar...

At uni, I could also afford any kind of appearance and behavior in a group (within the bounds of decency and reason, of course), anyway, everyone was already used to my antics. And the fact that, for example, in a couple of English, I could inspiringly compose advertisements not about selling refrigerators or cars, but Colt Commando carbines and F-18 fighter jets to the Arabs, or, say, even start saying something in German... Or argue with a marketing teacher about the misuse of the term "flank attack."..

That's who I am... The original.

..I looked for an empty desk (there were a lot of them, by the way) and decided to land on one of the last desks behind Kensuke. It would be extremely difficult not to recognize him — before I came in, he was excitedly fiddling with models of the Abrams tank and the F-16 Fighting Falcon fighter, simulating an air attack (with very authentic sounds, I must admit) and filming it all on camera. Glasses, disheveled hair and a thoroughly freckled European face — this is the tenth thing, the main thing is the camera and the military...

Right now, though, Kensuke was staring at the kid in uniform, which was me. The camera was aimed at me, and the guy is a natural cameraman!..

On the way to the desk, I quickly looked at the other students — Japanese and Europeans, boys and girls. There are more girls. They huddle and whisper, apparently to my soul... Almost everyone is wearing a school uniform: the boys have a white shirt and black trousers, the girls have a funny little suit, something like a light blue sundress over a white blouse, with a bright scarlet ribbon tied under the collar. What's it called, a sailor suit, aka sailor fuku? Interesting, interesting...

There are only three people standing apart -Kensuke with models and a camera, the headman (probably) wiping the board, and Ayanami Rei. It was hard not to recognize her, with her bandaged head and right arm, an eye patch, and ash-gray hair. Oh, and then there's his trademark indifference to everything that happens — he sits there and looks out the window indifferently. She didn't even turn around when I walked in...

I threw my briefcase under my desk and sat down on a chair, casually tossing Ida:

Why are you using a "Falcon" to "box" (approx. the slang term for any armored vehicle) are you attacking? He's a fighter, but a Thunderbolt-2 attack aircraft would be better suited here...

The way he looked at me!..

Surprise mixed with delight and some kind of hope.

I sometimes had the same look when I found someone who was at least a little bit familiar with weapons. Aida, the kid, as far as I know, is normal, sincere, just like me, a little turned on the trunks. And in general, he is somewhat similar to me in character... And you still need to make contacts in the classroom, so why not with him first?

"Are you interested in military subjects?" Kensuke asked with some kind of breathlessness, slightly squinting at his plastered forehead.

"Yeah," I casually brushed a non-existent speck of dust off my sleeve.

"Ida," he resolutely held out his hand to me.

Hello, fellow moron.

"Vek... Shinji," I laughed and shook his outstretched hand. Now there will be two of us here, I think...

"Hey, Shinji, are you a member of NERVE?"

"Yeah."

Yyyyy! Ida groaned, clutching his head in his hands. Well, not a damn thing! How? How did you get there at that age?! I want to too!!!

"Yes, I am..." I started to answer, but then a freckled, sandy-haired girl walked briskly towards Kensuke and sharply shouted:

"Kensuke, why are you yelling like a madman?"

"That's right, that's it..."

"That's not what you're telling me, but rather, did you bring your homework to Suzuhara?"

"Mmm..." Ida hesitated. "Toji had no one at home yesterday..."

"Yeah, I see, the girl is the class leader, Hikari Horaki."

"Ida!" — the headman said sternly. "You're friends with Suzuhara, aren't you worried about him at all?"

"That's right," Kensuke frowned. "What if he was hurt?"

"In the battle the day before yesterday? But they said on TV that there were no wounded!"

"Yeah well..." Ida grimaced skeptically. "Didn't you see the crater from the explosion? And anyway, my father works in the department for interaction with the army, he said there were a lot of troops there. Several helicopters were shot down, that's for sure... So I'm sure there are dozens injured, maybe even killed..."

"Eighty-six UN troops died yesterday, including helicopter pilots and tank crews who tried to stop the Object A. I interjected. — There are no dead civilians, that's for sure, but I don't know about the wounded."

Before they put me in the infirmary, I extracted data on real losses from the "nervous" ones. The crews of helicopters and tanks died at the very beginning of the battle, when they tried to stop the object A by conventional means, but by that time the civilian population had already been completely evacuated to bomb shelters.

I really wanted to know if I had killed anyone during the battle, because many people were injured that time, including Toji's sister...

...The students, who seemed to have calmed down a little, fell silent again and stared at me.

"How do you know that?" Someone's voice was heard.

"I serve in... the NERVE operations department and have similar information." I said weightily. A new moan of despair was heard from Aida.

The gun maniac's stream of moans was interrupted by the classroom door opening.

Toji Suzuhara came in, the guy from whom I was potentially going to get a beating today, because he was indirectly responsible for his sister's injury.

Outwardly, he resembled a classic gopnik — healthy, in a tracksuit and sneakers. He only lacks caps and seeds to complete the look...

"Suzuhara!" Hikari's voice was heard.

Yeah, but she doesn't like him very much... However, so did Toji towards her. Oh, the good thing is reciprocity... I wish I could...

Toji threw a large white gym bag on the desk, yawned tiredly, rubbed his eyes and plopped down next to his briefcase.

"Hello everyone. I see there are fewer of us..."

"Evacuation, however..." Ida remarked.

"Some people moved to other cities and transferred to other schools — they didn't want to stay in the "Third" after yesterday's fight."

"But I see you're just happy to watch the real war..." Toji said sarcastically.

"Otherwise! By the way, where were you yesterday? I came to see you, but no one was at home... Has anything happened?"

"Not with me," Suzuhara said gloomily. "But with my younger sister..."

That's right... Thin, I feel thin... Bad, bad, bad...

"Anything serious?" I asked unexpectedly, even to myself.

Damn, it seemed like one minute everyone was listening exclusively to Toji, but no — one line and then everyone turned to me.

"And who are you?" Suzuhara looked at me suspiciously from under his brows. Damn, and what I didn't keep silent about...

"This is Shinji, the new guy," Kensuke explained and added with quiet envy. "He's a NERVE agent..."

"Yes, I thought maybe I should help with something. If anything, I would try to find out what is needed through my channels..."

...Okay, enough show-offs already, you fucking puncher!..

Toji's expression softened slightly.

"No, thanks, I don't need anything. I just broke my leg, so I was in the hospital all day yesterday... My father and grandfather work at the research center and were very busy, so I had to sit with my sister. Oh, and you'll probably have to sit a lot... Headman, I'm sorry, but I'm probably going to have to skip a lot now..."

"Are there no nurses in the hospital?" I asked.

"But it's urban," Suzuhara grimaced. "The care and treatment at the NERVE infirmary are excellent, but it's not that easy to get there — my ancestors didn't have such a rank. And, for sure, this infirmary is constantly clogged..."

"Yes, it's half empty," I blurted it out without thinking.

"How do you know that?" Toji's eyes narrowed suspiciously again.

"Yes, I am... I was lying in it..." — then an idea came to my mind. "Listen... Toji, right? Do you want me to talk about getting her transferred there?"

"Ha, who are you to be obeyed!" Suzuhara sneered maliciously. "Maybe the Commander himself or his son?"

Damn, that's how they get their finger in the sky!..

"Er..."

One fig they'll find out...

"Actually, yes!"

Hearing this, Toji laughed, and several other voices joined in.

"Are you saying that you're Gendo Ikari's Commander?" Suzuhara forced out through his laughter. "Well, you're a joker, kid!.."

"No, I'm on the second version. Allow me to introduce myself as Junior Lieutenant Shinji Ikari, the Commander's son..."

Oh, I shouldn't have said that... The silence seemed to be palpable.

"Are you really Commander Ikari's son?" Toji asked incredulously.

"Well, why would I lie?"

"Affairs..." Someone drawled.

"Well, should I talk about your sister's transfer? Of course, I've only recently joined NERVE, so I can't give you an absolute guarantee... Just give her first and last name, and then we'll see..."

Suzuhara blushed, turned away, and said uncertainly,:

"Suzuhara, Naomi Suzuhara..."

"Hey, Toji, how is she like that, huh?.." Kensuke interjected.

Suzuhara's expression darkened again.

"In the battle the day before yesterday. Our shelter was damaged, and all those fucking robots..."

"And they say that "our guy" was controlled by a man..."

"What a jerk he is then!" Toji shouted angrily. I found a place to arrange a battle, you half-baked idiot! His robot destroyed half the city-what was he even thinking about? About what?!"

"And thanks for that," I muttered, turning away. "Eh?! Ida turned to me with the menacing slowness of a battleship's turret." Don't you want to say that you are?..

...Victor, your tongue is your enemy!!!

"So it was you!" Toji's eyes flashed, clenching his fists and jumping up from his desk. "You're the idiot pilot!.. Yes I..."

"Will you hit me?" I asked in a bored voice, remaining in place. For some reason, everything became deeply indifferent to me. "Well, then hit! But if you knew, I didn't want that, I would have had my way, and I would also have turned someone's head for such operations..."

It was as if all the air had been drained out of Toji-after all, his sister wasn't so badly hurt this time.

"Yes, I..." he continued by inertia, but he unclenched his fists. "I don't really know what... But why did you arrange a fight right in the middle of the city?"

"Me? Yes, that's how it is! I wanted to, damn it... The day before yesterday, as soon as I arrived, they put me in a mechanoid and sent me to fight, not even really caring about tactics. "Hey, kid! Stop this thing at all costs before it picks everything up here..." Do you think it was nice to know that you could kill thousands of people?

Toji finally calmed down.

"Yeah... It's a shitty situation..."

"That's what I mean..."

But I've already been bombarded with new questions from other students.:

"And how were you chosen?"

"Were these some kind of exams?"

"Were you afraid?"

"Are the workouts difficult?"

"And which cabin is inside?"

"And what is the name of the robot?"

"Does he have a superweapon?"

The waterfall of cheers was interrupted by two events: an unexpectedly sharp signal for the start of classes and a teacher entering the classroom.

"Stop, stop," I laughed, raising my hands in mock fright. "The press conference is after couples, and even then most of the information cannot be disclosed to me — classified information, you know..."

Wow, how their eyes lit up!.. Of course, blurt out those magic words to someone, "classified information, I can't say anything," and you're guaranteed a long and lasting interest. But a lesson is a lesson, so everyone started to go to their seats, pulling out their school laptops from under their desks, although they cast interested glances at me.

Following the general example, I also took out a small worn gray laptop, opened it and turned it on... Well, hello... "Windows 2000"? What kind of fruit are you? And where, I wonder, is the "seven" or at least the ex-pi? Perhaps Comrade Gates did not invent them here? Sorry... So, what about the characteristics? Yeah... yeah... yeah... Yeah, not much... In fact, it's not even a netbook, but just a large calculator combined with a typewriter — you can't play games on it... Are there any games at all? I see that there aren't even any solitaire games here...

Although, given the global situation, there is no time for special excesses and mass culture right now — I wouldn't be surprised if most of the global economy is now based on the production of weapons. And what? It's a proven method — govement have come out of their asses more than once, and if you also take into account the abundance of large and small wars all over the planet... In short, the general decline of goods of widespread and unnecessary consumption is evident.

So, okay, shouldn't I be officially introduced to the class as a freshman? Write your name on the board, mumble your full name, dance a hop? No? That's great. Although it seems like it's all about the teacher — the old man doesn't give a damn about anything and everyone. He sits there, mumbling something about the Second Beat under his breath, not really caring if they listen to him or not. And the whole class does what they want to do — who gets into naval combat, who reads a book from a laptop, who just chats... How familiar it is! We never did that at school, but at uni... Although, in recent years, it was easier to remember classes when we didn'T do that.