Chapter 35 Summary
The hallway of the Advanced Nurturing High School was unusually quiet that afternoon, the usual clatter of lockers and hurried footsteps muffled by the thick, oppressive heat that seemed to seep through the concrete walls. In Class D’s classroom, the air was charged with a tension that felt almost electric, as if the very atmosphere were waiting for a spark to ignite. The students were gathered around a single, battered wooden table, its surface scarred by countless strategic games and frantic scribbles. At the head of the table sat Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, his expression as unreadable as ever, his hands resting lightly on the edge of the table as if he were merely a spectator to the unfolding drama.
Across from him, Suzune Horikita leaned forward, her eyes narrowed, the faint lines of concentration etching deeper into her forehead. She had always been the one to demand results, to push her classmates beyond the limits they thought were immutable. Today, however, there was a flicker of something else in her gaze—a mixture of resolve and a hint of unease, as if she sensed that the battle ahead would demand more than just clever tactics.
The room’s door swung open, and two figures entered in tandem. Kikyo Kushida, with her ever‑bright smile and a notebook clutched to her chest, and Ryuuji Kanzaki, the quiet, stoic presence whose calm demeanor often concealed a razor‑sharp mind. Their arrival was met with a ripple of murmurs; the students of Class D knew that the upcoming confrontation with Class C would be unlike any they had faced before.
“Everyone, settle down,” Ayanokouji said, his voice low but carrying an authority that made the chatter die instantly. “We have a limited window before the bell rings. The strategic game we’re about to play isn’t just about points on a board—it’s about survival.”
Horikita’s lips pressed into a thin line. “We’ve been preparing for this for weeks. The Class C team is known for their aggressive tactics. If we’re going to win, we need to anticipate their moves before they even make them.”
Kushida’s eyes sparkled. “I’ve been mapping out their previous matches. There’s a pattern in how they allocate their resources. If we can disrupt that pattern, we might be able to force them into a corner.”
Kanzaki nodded, his gaze fixed on the empty space where the opposing team would soon appear. “And we need to be ready for any betrayal. In a game this high‑stakes, loyalty can be a fragile thing.”
Ayanokouji’s smile was almost imperceptible. “Exactly. The hidden abilities we’ve been keeping under wraps will be our trump card. But we must use them wisely. One misstep, and the whole plan collapses.”
The bell rang, echoing through the corridors like a distant drumbeat, signaling the start of the confrontation. The doors at the far end of the classroom swung open, and a group of students from Class C entered, their faces set in grim determination. Their leader, a tall, sharp‑eyed boy named Haruki Takahashi, stepped forward, his posture exuding confidence.
“Class D,” Haruki announced, his voice carrying a tone of mockery, “you think you can outwit us? We’ve studied your moves, and we’re ready to crush you.”
Horikita’s eyes flashed. “We’ll see about that.”
The two classes took their places at opposite ends of the room, the wooden table now a battlefield. In the center, a massive board was laid out, its squares marked with symbols and numbers that represented resources, influence, and hidden abilities. The game they were about to play was a complex simulation of the school’s point system, a strategic contest designed by the administration to test the students’ ability to manage resources, form alliances, and outmaneuver opponents.
Ayanokouji stepped forward, his hand hovering over the first piece. “Remember, the goal isn’t just to capture points. It’s to force the opponent into a position where they have no viable moves. Think several steps ahead.”
Kushida placed a small token on the board, her smile widening. “I’ll handle the resource allocation. My calculations show that if we divert their attention to the left flank, we can open a gap on the right.”
Kanzaki moved a piece silently, his eyes never leaving the board. “I’ll keep an eye on their hidden abilities. If they try to use any, we’ll counteract them.”
The game began with a flurry of moves. Class C’s aggressive tactics were evident from the start; they pushed forward, claiming squares with swift, decisive actions. Haruki’s team seemed to anticipate every move Horikita made, countering with a precision that suggested they had studied Class D’s previous strategies in detail.
Horikita, however, remained unfazed. She watched the board like a chess master, her mind racing through countless permutations. “They’re focusing on the central squares,” she whispered to Ayanokouji. “If we can force them to overextend, we can exploit the edges.”
Ayanokouji’s eyes narrowed. He reached into his pocket and produced a small, unassuming card. “It’s time,” he said softly. “Activate the hidden ability.”
The card glowed faintly as he placed it on the board. A ripple of energy spread across the surface, and the symbols on the squares shifted, altering the resource values in a way only those who knew the secret could understand. The move was subtle, almost invisible to the untrained eye, but it changed the dynamics of the game entirely.
Class C’s players hesitated, their confidence wavering for the first time. Haruki’s brow furrowed as he tried to read the new configuration. “What… what is this?” he muttered, his voice betraying a hint of unease.
Kushida’s smile deepened. “That, my friend, is the advantage of having a hidden ability. We’ve turned the tide in our favor.”
Kanzaki’s eyes flickered with a cold light. “Now, watch closely.” He moved his piece, and a cascade of effects rippled through the board, causing several of Class C’s tokens to lose value. The strategic game, once a straightforward contest of resource management, had become a battlefield of hidden powers and psychological warfare.
The tension in the room escalated as both sides fought for dominance. Horikita’s strategic mind was a whirlwind of calculations, each move a step toward a larger plan. She directed her teammates with precise commands, her voice calm yet commanding.
“Shift the focus to the lower left quadrant,” she instructed. “Kushida, reinforce the supply line. Kanzaki, prepare to block their hidden ability activation.”
Kushida’s fingers danced across the board, her tokens moving with a fluid grace that seemed almost artistic. She placed a series of supply tokens that bolstered Class D’s resource pool, creating a buffer that could absorb any sudden attacks from Class C.
Kanzaki, meanwhile, positioned a defensive barrier that would nullify any hidden ability the opposing team might attempt to unleash. His movements were deliberate, each piece placed with a purpose that resonated with the quiet intensity of his demeanor.
Haruki, sensing the shift, tried to rally his team. “We can’t let them gain the upper hand! Focus on the central corridor! Attack now!”
But the central corridor was now a minefield of altered values and hidden traps. As Class C pushed forward, their tokens began to lose points, the board’s new configuration draining their resources with each step. The strategic game turned into a test of endurance, with Class D slowly gaining the advantage.
Ayanokouji watched the unfolding drama with his usual detached composure, but inside his mind, a plan was forming—a plan that went beyond the board. He had observed the subtle cues of betrayal in the eyes of his classmates, the flicker of doubt in Haruki’s expression, and the quiet resolve of his own team. He knew that the battle was not merely about points; it was about trust, about who would stand firm when the stakes were highest.
As the game progressed, an unexpected twist emerged. A sudden, sharp gasp echoed through the room as one of Class C’s players, a quiet boy named Sora, made a move that seemed out of character. He placed a token on a square that would normally be a disadvantage, sacrificing his own points for an unknown purpose.
Haruki’s eyes widened. “What are you doing, Sora? That move will cost us dearly!”
Sora’s voice was barely audible, but it carried a weight that cut through the noise. “I… I have to… I can’t let them win. Not… not like this.”
The room fell into a stunned silence. The betrayal twist was evident: Sora, a member of Class C, was turning against his own team. His hidden ability, a rare skill known only to a few, was about to be revealed.
Ayanokouji’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Interesting,” he murmured. “A hidden ability from the opposing side. This changes everything.”
Sora’s hand trembled as he activated his hidden ability, a luminous aura surrounding his token. The board responded, the symbols shifting once more, this time in a way that favored Class D. The energy surged, and a wave of light washed over the table, temporarily blinding everyone.
When the light faded, the board displayed a new configuration: Class D’s resources had surged, while Class C’s had dwindled dramatically. The betrayal had tipped the scales decisively.
Haruki’s face hardened. “You… you’ve betrayed us,” he spat, his voice laced with anger and disbelief.
Sora’s eyes were filled with tears. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t watch them crush us without a fight. I’m sorry.” He turned his gaze toward Ayanokouji, who met his eyes with an inscrutable expression.
“Your decision will have consequences,” Ayanokouji said quietly. “But for now, you’ve given us the advantage we needed.”
The final moments of the strategic game were a blur of rapid moves and calculated risks. Horikita, seizing the momentum, directed her team to consolidate their gains. Kushida’s supply line fortified the core, while Kanzaki’s defensive barrier held firm against any last‑ditch attempts by Class C to recover.
Haruki, desperate, tried to rally his remaining players, but the board’s new configuration left them with few viable options. Their tokens were scattered, their resources depleted, and the hidden abilities they hoped to unleash were neutralized by Kanzaki’s earlier preparation.
In a final, desperate move, Haruki placed his last token on a square that would normally grant a massive boost. The board, however, responded with a harsh penalty, stripping away the remaining points from Class C and awarding them to Class D as a result of the betrayal’s ripple effect.
The bell rang once more, this time signaling the end of the contest. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft rustle of papers as the students absorbed the outcome. Class D had emerged victorious, not merely through clever tactics but through a combination of hidden abilities, strategic foresight, and an unexpected betrayal that turned the tide.
Ayanokouji stood, his posture relaxed, his eyes scanning the room. “Well done,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve proven that even in a game designed to test our limits, we can adapt and overcome.”
Horikita turned to him, a faint smile breaking through her usual stoic demeanor. “You were right about the hidden abilities,” she admitted. “We couldn’t have done this without them.”
Kushida clapped her hands lightly, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “That was amazing! I never thought the strategic game could be so… dramatic. I can’t wait to see how the teachers react to this.”
Kanzaki’s expression remained unchanged, but his eyes held a glint of satisfaction. “The betrayal was a risk, but it paid off. We must remain vigilant; there will be more challenges ahead.”
Sora, still trembling, lowered his head. “I’m sorry for betraying my team,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I hope… I hope you can forgive me.”
Ayanokouji placed a hand on Sora’s shoulder, his touch gentle. “You made a choice. In this school, choices define us. Learn from this, and you’ll find your path.”
The students of Class D began to disperse, each carrying the weight of the battle’s outcome. As they left the classroom, the hallway buzzed with whispers. A group of students from other classes gathered near the lockers, their eyes alight with curiosity.
“Did you see that?” one of them asked, his voice hushed. “I heard they used a hidden ability. It was insane.”
Another student, a girl with bright hair, nodded eagerly. “I’m going to read Classroom Of The Elite chapter 35 online tonight. I need to see the manga scan for myself.”
A boy with glasses adjusted his spectacles. “I’ve already looked at the Chapter 35 summary. The betrayal twist was unexpected. I’m going to write an analysis later.”
The conversation continued, the keywords slipping into their dialogue as naturally as the wind through the corridors. “I’m curious about the character development,” another whispered. “Horikita’s leadership really evolved. And Ayanokouji… he’s always so mysterious. I want to see more of his hidden abilities.”
A voice from the back chimed in, “There are fan translations out there, too. Some say the spoilers are already leaking. I’m trying to avoid them, but it’s hard.”
The hallway seemed to pulse with the excitement of the upcoming discussion. Students exchanged thoughts about the plot details, debating the strategic implications of the game and the moral complexities of betrayal. The buzz of anticipation was palpable, as if the entire school had been drawn into the vortex of the battle that had just unfolded.
In the teachers’ lounge, the faculty observed the aftermath through a glass wall. The principal, a stern woman with sharp eyes, turned to her assistant. “Class D’s performance was… impressive. Their strategic game was beyond what we anticipated. We need to consider how this will affect the upcoming evaluations.”
The assistant nodded. “The Class D vs Class C battle has set a new standard. The hidden abilities reveal was a bold move. It could change the dynamics of the next round.”
The principal’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Prepare a briefing for the next assembly. I want everyone to understand the implications of this chapter. And make sure the students know that the stakes are higher than ever.”
Back in the classroom, Ayanokouji lingered for a moment, his gaze lingering on the board that had become a battlefield of intellect and will. He traced the faint outlines of the hidden abilities with his fingertips, feeling the subtle energy that still lingered. The strategic game had been more than a test; it had been a crucible that forged new alliances, exposed betrayals, and revealed the depths of each student’s resolve.
He thought of the upcoming challenges, the next strategic game that would pit Class D against another formidable opponent. He imagined the intricate webs of tactics that would be woven, the hidden abilities that would be summoned, and the betrayals that might surface when least expected. The future was a blank slate, waiting for the strokes of their collective will.
A soft knock on the door interrupted his reverie. It was Ryuuji Kanzaki, his expression as composed as ever. “We should head to the cafeteria,” he said. “There’s a lot to discuss, and the others are waiting.”
Ayanokouji nodded, slipping his hand into his pocket, feeling the weight of the card he had used earlier. “Let’s go,” he replied. “There’s still much to learn.”
As the two walked out of the room, the hallway seemed to stretch before them, a corridor of possibilities. The echoes of the battle lingered, a reminder that in the world of Classroom Of The Elite, every move mattered, every hidden ability could turn the tide, and every betrayal could reshape the future.
Outside, the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the school grounds. The students of Class D gathered under a large oak tree, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns. They exchanged stories of the battle, laughed at the absurdity of some moves, and reflected on the deeper lessons they had learned.
Horikita stood at the edge of the group, her eyes scanning the faces of her classmates. “We’ve proven that we can think beyond the obvious,” she said, her voice steady. “But we must also remember that trust is fragile. Sora’s betrayal showed us that even allies can change. We need to stay vigilant, not just in the game, but in how we treat each other.”
Kushida nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly! And the hidden abilities… they’re like secret weapons. We have to keep discovering them, both in ourselves and in others.”
Ayanokouji, leaning