Zhasulan Abdullauly calmly said:
"Yes, of course... I'll do whatever I can. I also... want there to be no illegal acts, injustice, or bullying in school... no, not just in school, but in Kazakhstan in general. Though forget Kazakhstan for now... at the very least, I want everyone in my school to get along and be united. I want my village and my school to become better places. That's all I truly want."
Aibar looked at him silently for a moment before nodding in agreement.
With an emotionless expression, Aibar spoke:
"Deal then... Starting today... I am the 'Guardian of Order.' I will establish my own rules within this school."
Zhasulan Abdullauly replied:
"Permission granted."
Ding, ding, ding...
The bell rang. The first shift classes had ended.
The students noisily rushed toward the exit, excited to go home, but the school president — Nurdaulet Samatuly, 17 years old — stopped everyone and instructed all students to gather in the assembly hall.
The students whispered among themselves:
"Tch... why now...?"
Students and teachers slowly gathered in the hall, even the second-shift students.
Soon the hall was completely full.
Teachers. Students. Everyone.
Aibar stepped onto the stage. Holding the microphone, he spoke calmly, though his voice echoed clearly throughout the hall.
"Greetings once again, everyone. I apologize for taking your time. However, this gathering is important for all of us. Starting today... I am this school's Guardian of Order."
The younger students — especially those from the second shift — looked confused.
One small boy raised his hand.
Aibar noticed him and nodded, giving permission to speak.
"Yes. Go ahead, I'm listening."
The younger student asked:
"Guardian of Order?... What is that? And what does he do?"
Aibar answered calmly:
"That is a very good question... However, I cannot answer it right now... You will see soon enough. What is your name, boy?"
"My name is Almaz."
"Almaz... you asked a very important question. I will answer it soon enough. Will you wait?"
"Okay..." Almaz replied.
One month passed.
Within that single month, Aibar devoted immense effort to the school.
He destroyed the hidden gatherings of delinquents and dismantled the money-extortion groups run by older students. Strict order was established.
Aibar punished rule-breakers harshly and mercilessly.
The parents of those troublemakers had no grounds to complain to the school anymore. Aibar always presented undeniable evidence of their sons' wrongdoings, leaving the parents unable to argue.
They had also heard the full truth about the Asanali incident, which meant they could not openly oppose Aibar.
No parent wanted their child to become a criminal, and eventually they realized they had no choice but to entrust their children to him.
As time passed, the parents became convinced of Aibar's fairness and slowly began respecting him.
Aibar himself promised to continue protecting both the school and the world.
The parents were worried, fearing the school might become a battlefield and their children could get hurt. However, everyone knew the Organization's target was the school itself. Even if they transferred their children elsewhere, if the school fell, the world itself would eventually be destroyed.
In short, everyone had become dependent on Aibar.
One day in the school hallway, Aibar ran into Almaz again.
Recognizing him, Aibar calmly said:
"I believe you received the answer to your question..."
Almaz smiled slightly.
"Yes... I got my answer. Thank you. You saved me from those older students who were demanding money from me."
Then Almaz thought silently to himself:
And also... you financially helped my poor family. You think I didn't notice... but I recognized you immediately. I saw you giving money to my father through the window. I saw everything.
Thank you.
I... I want to become someone like you someday... You're my hero... Thank you sincerely...
Almaz stood there frozen in thought, smiling faintly.
Aibar calmly interrupted:
"Also... what else were you going to say? My time is valuable, so say it quickly."
Almaz became embarrassed, his face turning slightly red as his voice trembled.
"O-Oh... sorry... it's nothing... goodbye."
He quickly walked away.
Aibar let out a deep breath.
"...Agh."
Then he returned to work.
More than a month had passed since Aibar became the Guardian of Order.
At this point, he possessed three titles:
1. The Red Monster — the name used by delinquents who feared him.
2. Guardian of Order— the title recognized throughout the school and sometimes even by villagers.
3. Hero — the title given by everyone else.
Aibar solved nearly every problem within the school.
He became known as the person who devoted himself the most to improving it.
Until summer vacation arrived, he continued accomplishing incredible things.
Summer vacation finally came.
Everyone left to enjoy their break.
Meanwhile, Aibar's reputation continued rising until it reached its peak.
During the third month of summer vacation, Aibar spent his time working in his greenhouse and fields.
Aibar was extremely wealthy — not just by Kazakhstan's standards, but perhaps even globally.
He exported excess agricultural products overseas and managed multiple businesses. He was also an inventor and occasionally designed vehicles.
In short, he had countless responsibilities.
His workload was endless.
At the same time, Aibar secretly traveled the world illegally.
Using the name of Azamat — his guardian and adoptive father — he managed to travel abroad despite only recently turning fifteen on October 11. Officially, according to his passport, he was twenty-two years old.
He loved traveling in order to learn, explore, and gain knowledge.
And his favorite country was Japan.
Aibar had visited Japan many times.
For the final month of summer vacation, Aibar traveled alone to Japan to rest.
He enjoyed nearly a full month of peaceful relaxation there.
However, time passed quickly.
Only one week remained before September 1st.
Aibar had already purchased his plane ticket for the following day.
That same day, however, he encountered something unexpected.
Aibar entered a store to buy fresh food products.
Inside, he noticed a Japanese girl around 160–170 cm tall.
Her clothes were dirty and worn, but she was undeniably cute.
The girl asked the cashier for prepared food. The moment the cashier handed it to her, she realized she didn't have enough money and immediately ran away.
Aibar did not stop her.
The cashier angrily prepared to chase after her.
But Aibar calmly spoke:
"I'll pay for it myself."
After buying his own groceries and an extra bottled drink, Aibar paid for both purchases and left the store.
Meanwhile, the girl hid in a dead-end alley nearby, hurriedly eating the food.
Suddenly she choked.
Aibar slowly approached her and, in Japanese, spoke in an emotionless yet strangely warm voice:
"Here... I bought this for you."
He offered her the drink.
The girl stared suspiciously before carefully taking the bottle and drinking from it.
She nodded slightly in gratitude.
In a gentle voice, she said:
"You're kind."
Aibar calmly replied:
"Thank you... and don't worry. Eat slowly. Nobody's chasing you anymore. I paid for it."
The girl looked at him in surprise and thanked him once more.
Aibar calmly asked:
"Do you have parents... or anywhere to go?"
"No," she answered.
"Then from now on... I'm your older brother. What's your name?"
The girl stared at him in disbelief before softly replying:
"My name is... Ayaka. Ayaka Takahashi. Your little sister?... What do you mean?"
Aibar calmly answered:
"Don't misunderstand. I'm offering this with good intentions. Would you like to come with me to Kazakhstan? My father... no, my mentor can quickly arrange your documents by tomorrow. There may be some difficulties, but officially you'll become my younger sister."
He paused.
"And according to the documents, you'll be twenty years old."
Ayaka shyly nodded in agreement.
"Let's go."
Aibar began walking, and Ayaka quietly followed him.
They arrived at the place Aibar had rented.
After entering, Aibar calmly said:
"Make yourself at home."
He prepared a sleeping place for her.
"Tomorrow we fly to Kazakhstan. The documents will be ready by morning."
That night, while lying in bed, Ayaka quietly asked:
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Why should I be afraid?"
"What if I trick you... and rob you? Nobody can trust anyone in this world, yet you let me into your home."
Aibar thought silently for a moment before replying calmly:
"If you truly intended to rob me... you wouldn't warn me beforehand."
He turned slightly.
"And secondly... I can read people just by looking at them. You carry many secrets... but I won't interfere with them."
Silence filled the room.
Then Aibar calmly said:
"Good night."
And fell asleep.
Morning came.
The documents were finished.
Aibar and Ayaka boarded the plane to Kazakhstan.
As the plane flew through the sky—
Grrr...
Ayaka's stomach growled from hunger.
Aibar gave her all of his food.
After tasting a little, Ayaka offered some back to him with her own hand.
"You should eat too..."
Aibar glanced at her briefly before looking away.
"My stomach is full."
In reality, he was starving.
Eventually they arrived in Kazakhstan.
Ayaka fell into deep thought.
(Ayaka was actually one of the highest-ranking members — even one of the founders — of the Organization. Her true age was eighteen.)
(Before destroying the world, Ayaka wanted to know whether even a small fragment of kindness still remained within humanity.)
(She did not know Aibar had killed Asanali, though she was aware Asanali had died.)
(Her original test had been simple: she wanted to see whether the store clerk would freely give food to someone in need.)
(The answer had been no.)
(However, Ayaka noticed the cashier preparing to chase her — and then noticed Aibar stopping him.)
(Later, she intentionally stayed nearby in the alley to test Aibar as well.)
(Aibar also noticed that she hadn't truly run far away, but remained close by. Still, he stayed silent.)
Thus, both of them silently analyzed each other throughout the journey.
Ayaka and Aibar lived together peacefully until school began.
During that time, Ayaka slowly grew attached to him.
She also discovered that Aibar's real age was only fourteen.
Eventually, school started.
Aibar's appearance consisted of black pants, a black turtleneck, black dress shoes, and a black coat draped over his shoulders rather than worn properly.
As Aibar prepared to leave for school, Ayaka smiled slightly and spoke in a spoiled, playful voice:
"Can I come too?... Please, little Aibar..."
"Fine... let's go."
The moment they arrived at school, Ayaka froze.
In a cold whisper only she could hear, she muttered:
"This is... the school we were supposed to destroy... And someone killed the person I sent here."
Aibar noticed her expression changing.
"What's wrong?"
Ayaka quickly regained composure and forced a smile.
"A-Ah... it's nothing!"
Inside her mind, however:
My spy has access to every camera in Kazakhstan... I'll personally kill whoever interfered with me.
As they entered the school, banners reading "Guardian of Order" and even a red carpet welcomed Aibar.
Ayaka was stunned.
Throughout the day, she watched in disbelief as the once worst school in Kazakhstan had transformed into a peaceful and disciplined environment because of Aibar.
After classes ended, they returned home together.
That night, when everyone had fallen asleep, someone tapped on Ayaka's window.
She quietly opened it.
It was her spy.
The spy revealed the entire truth about Aibar.
Ayaka thought silently:
I knew it... Damn it. But I didn't want it to be true.
She jumped out the window alongside the spy and disappeared.
The next morning, Aibar searched for her.
But he never found Ayaka.
Eventually he stopped searching.
Because deep down, he had already suspected her.
Aibar continued living his ordinary life while maintaining order within the school.
Meanwhile, Ayaka returned to the Organization.
Aibar's reputation continued growing.
He had transformed Kazakhstan's most criminal-infested school into the nation's most peaceful and united one.
He renovated outdated facilities and personally funded massive improvements using his own wealth.
The students and staff were extremely grateful.
Aibar warned everyone that the school might eventually become a battlefield against the Organization.
However, he promised that any destruction caused during battle would be repaired using his own money.
At this point, Aibar had become the idol of many younger students.
One day, when Aibar arrived at school, the vice principal informed him that he had urgent business elsewhere.
He handed Aibar a sealed confidential envelope and asked him to deliver it to the principal.
"One warning — you are absolutely not allowed to look inside this document. Just deliver it. I trust you. Alright, I'm leaving."
Vice Principal Ramazan left.
Still, Aibar accidentally read the outside of the envelope.
"New Student — Class 9A."
Without opening the letter, Aibar realized a new student would be joining his class.
Since he himself studied in Class 9A.
As usual, Aibar began organizing the classroom.
Soon Principal Zhasulan rushed into the room, breathing heavily.
"Ramazan said he gave an important document to you, right?"
"Yes... here."
Aibar calmly handed over the envelope.
The principal immediately returned to his office.
Aibar continued his work.
Soon the students arrived, followed by the teacher.
Class began.
Partway through the lesson, the homeroom teacher, Erbol-sensei, entered the classroom.
Looking at the subject teacher, he asked:
"May I borrow some time?"
"Of course."
Erbol-sensei nodded.
"We have a new student. His name is Nikita Alexandrovich. I'll call him in now... Nikita."
A boy entered the classroom.
He was relatively short — around 168 cm tall.
Everyone stared in surprise.
Because, much like Aibar, he possessed crimson-red eyes.
Black hair. A black suit. A blue shirt underneath.
His appearance was incredibly handsome, though not overly muscular.
Nikita stepped inside and introduced himself with a small smile — in fluent Kazakh.
"Hello, everyone. Yes, I'm Russian. However, my appearance and the language I speak don't exactly match my nationality. Haha..."
He smiled playfully.
"Even though I'm Russian, I can speak Kazakh. So don't worry. I think we'll all get along well together. As Erbol-teacher mentioned, my full name is Nikita Alexandrovich Kovalev. Nice to meet you all once again."
Bakzhan suddenly stood up thoughtfully.
"Alexandrovich?... Are you Alexey's younger brother?"
Nikita smiled faintly.
"That's right. I'm his younger brother."
Bakzhan smirked mockingly.
"Your voice sounds kinda strange. Soft."
Nikita looked slightly irritated but maintained composure.
"I don't know... That's just how God made me."
Then Nikita turned toward Erbol-sensei.
"Teacher, may I take my seat?"
"Of course. Third row — the fourth desk in the back is empty. Sorry about the seat."
"No problem, teacher."
Nikita sat down.
"Alright then. Good luck with your studies."
Erbol-sensei left the room.
The lesson continued.
Interested in the new student, Aibar walked over and sat beside him.
In his usual calm tone, he said:
"Hello... nice to meet you. My name is Aibar."
Nikita smiled teasingly.
"Introducing yourself with such a serious face feels kinda strange."
Then he added:
"But... I'm glad to meet you too."
After thinking for a moment, Nikita suddenly asked:
"By the way... do you know the Guardian of Order?"
Aibar sensed something strange immediately.
Deciding to keep his identity hidden, he calmly replied:
"Yes... of course. Everyone in this school knows him. Why? Go ahead."
Nikita answered coldly:
"Where is he now? And are you friends with him?"
Aibar calmly lied without showing emotion:
"I don't know where he is right now. And yes... even if we're not that close, I think he's a good person."
Nikita's voice became colder.
"Good... because I don't like him."
For the first time, Aibar's mouth opened slightly in surprise, though his face remained emotionless.
"Why? You dislike someone you haven't even met or spoken to before. That's strange. Did he do something wrong?"