KamiKowa: That Time I Got Transmigrated With A Broken Goddess-Chapter 28: [] Dead Heroes Don’t Write Textbooks

Professor Fox hopped off her desk in a way that reminded Xavier of a cat.

Great, now I’m imagining her with cat ears. Or for her would it be fox ears?

"Now, before we dive into the fascinating world of hunter history, let’s get one thing straight." She paused dramatically, finger raised. "Please call me Belle. ’Professor Fox’ makes me sound ancient, and ’Miss Fox’ is what they called my mother."

Xavier leaned back in his chair, watching her performance. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Today, we’re going to discuss something special." Belle’s expression shifted, playfulness giving way to something more serious. "The Incident."

A ripple of interest moved through the classroom. Even Kyrie, who’d been feigning boredom, straightened slightly.

"But first—" Belle’s eyes swept the room, "—I want to know what you already understand about our history. Who can tell me when the first hunters appeared?"

Alexander’s hand shot up immediately. "2025, immediately following the Genesis Event at the Global Quantum Research Facility in Geneva."

"Textbook perfect, Mr. Shepard." Belle nodded approvingly. "And what prompted these ordinary humans to become hunters?"

"Necessity," said a soft voice to Xavier’s right. Sayuri Tanaka flushed when all eyes turned to her, but continued. "The gates were opening everywhere. Monsters were pouring through. Someone had to fight."

"Exactly right, Ms. Tanaka." Belle’s smile was warm. "Necessity—the mother of both invention and heroes."

She tapped the desk, and a holographic timeline appeared, stretching from 2025 to the present day. Key events glowed along its length: the Genesis Event, the formation of the first hunter guilds, the establishment of the Global Gate Authority.

"The first hunters were simply people who discovered they could fight back," Belle continued. "Soldiers, police officers, even civilians who happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. Their awakening was spontaneous, triggered by proximity to gates and the desperation to survive."

Xavier watched as images flickered above the timeline—grainy footage of early hunters battling crystalline creatures with barely controlled abilities, their faces etched with determination and fear.

"But here’s what your textbooks won’t tell you," Belle’s voice dropped conspiratorially. "Those first hunters? They had no idea what they were doing. No training. No understanding of Essentia. They were making it up as they went along, and they were dying by the thousands."

She paused, letting that sink in.

"Which brings us to The Incident." Belle’s expression grew solemn. "Three years after the Genesis Event, a team of hunters attempted to close what we now know was a Tier-4 gate in the ruins of Chicago. Can anyone tell me what happened?"

Silence fell over the classroom. Xavier glanced around, noting the uncomfortable shifts and averted gazes.

"No one?" Belle raised an eyebrow. "Not surprising. The GGA has done its best to bury this particular piece of history."

She brought up a new image—a team of seven hunters standing before a swirling vortex of energy.

"The Chicago Seven," Belle said quietly. "Led by Thomas Blackwood, the most powerful Awakened of his generation. They believed they had discovered a method to permanently close gates."

The image changed to a newspaper headline: "CHICAGO DISASTER: THOUSANDS DEAD, GATE ACTIVITY INCREASES."

"They failed catastrophically," Belle continued. "Instead of closing the gate, they triggered what we now call a Cascade Event—a chain reaction that caused dozens of new gates to open simultaneously across the Midwest. The death toll..." She shook her head. "Well, no one knows the exact number. Too many bodies were never recovered."

This wasn’t in any of my implanted memories.

"The Incident changed everything," Belle said. "It proved that raw power wasn’t enough. That good intentions couldn’t compensate for lack of knowledge. That we needed a systematic approach to understanding gates and Essentia."

She tapped the timeline again, highlighting a date in 2030.

"This is when the first hunter academies were established. When the profession became regulated. When we began to develop the training methods that you’ll benefit from."

Belle looked around the room, her gaze lingering on each student.

"I’m sharing this with you on your first day for a reason. Hunter history isn’t just about memorizing dates and names. It’s about learning from the sacrifices and mistakes of those who came before you. The Chicago Seven weren’t villains—they were hunters who failed because they didn’t have what you have: proper training."

She dismissed the holographic display with a wave of her hand.

"Now, I’d love to hear your thoughts. What does The Incident teach us about the hunter profession?"

Xavier watched as hands slowly raised around the room. This was more than a history lesson—it was a test, Belle’s way of taking their measure.

Eliza Demara, a serious girl with black hair and striking tattoos, spoke first. "It teaches us that good intentions aren’t enough. That protocol exists for a reason."

Belle nodded. "An excellent point, Ms. Demara. Anyone else?"

"It shows the dangers of overconfidence," Kailen—Kaiser? Said. "They believed their power made them invincible."

"That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?" This came from Margaret. "To learn from their mistakes so we don’t repeat them."

"All valid observations," Belle acknowledged. "Mr. Valentine? You’ve been quiet. Any thoughts to share?"

"It teaches us that history is written by the survivors," he said. "Seven hunters tried something unprecedented, and when it went wrong, the establishment used their failure to justify taking control of the profession."

A hush fell over the classroom. Belle’s smile didn’t falter, but something shifted in her eyes.

"Cynical, but not entirely wrong," she conceded. "The Incident was certainly used to justify the rise of the GGA and the regulation of hunter activities. Whether that was for better or worse..." She shrugged elegantly. "Well, that’s a debate for another day."

She turned to Calypso. "Ms. Valentine? Your cousin has shared his perspective. What’s yours?"

Calypso straightened. "I think it shows that humans—" she caught herself, "—that we often reach for power before we understand its cost. The Chicago Seven probably thought they were saving the world."

"Instead, they nearly ended it," Belle finished softly. "A sobering lesson for all awakened."

She clapped her hands together, dispelling the somber mood. "For next class, I want you to read Chapters one through three in your Hunter History text. Pay particular attention to the section on early Essentia classification systems."

The bell chimed, signaling the end of the period.

"Oh, and one more thing," Belle called over the noise. "I expect participation from everyone. History isn’t a spectator sport in my classroom. Have a good lunch!"

As the students filed out, Xavier lingered, watching Belle organize her materials.

"Something on your mind, Mr. Valentine?" Belle asked without looking up.

"Just wondering why a history teacher would start with The Incident rather than the Genesis Event," Xavier replied. "Most would begin at the beginning."

"Because, darling, history isn’t just about what happened. It’s about what we learn from it." She leaned closer, her voice dropping. "And sometimes the most important lessons come from our failures, not our origins."

She straightened. "Now run along. You don’t want to be last for lunch."

Xavier nodded and turned to leave, finding Calypso waiting by the door.

"Interesting first lesson," she murmured as they walked into the hallway.

"More interesting teacher," Xavier replied.

"She reminds me of someone," Calypso said thoughtfully. "A goddess I used to know."

They joined the flow of students moving through the corridors, Xavier automatically positioning himself slightly behind Calypso as other students brushed past.

"What do you make of our classmates?" Xavier asked quietly.

Calypso glanced back at him. "They’re... not what I expected. Especially for a D-rank class."

"Agreed. That Kyrie kid has a chip on his shoulder the size of Manhattan, but there’s real power there. And Alexander Shepard..."

"Natural leader," Calypso nodded. "The kind mortals gravitate toward without realizing why."

"Then there’s Naomi Phillips," Xavier continued, thinking of the calculating blonde who’d spent most of class assessing everyone like they were goods at an auction. "She barely said two words, but she was watching everyone."

"You noticed that too?" Calypso smiled slightly. "Maybe we should compare observations later. For now..." She glanced at her schedule. "We have Essentia Practical with Professor Valdez next after lunch."

Xavier suppressed a groan. "Perfect. More quality time with our favorite teacher."

"Look on the bright side," Calypso said. "You get to show off your mysterious meter ability!"

"That’s not a bright side. That’s a spotlight I don’t want."

"Too late for that, Xavi." Calypso patted his arm. "Your white hair and purple eyes did that job already."