Good morning, Mr. Henderson.
Good morning to you too, sir.
Care to join me for a spot of tea?
Oh, yes, please.
It's been some time since you've taken on a class of first years, hasn't it?
How are they? This year's lot.
Well, whipping these students into shape is a rough job.
Indeed, I hear you gave out a Tonitrus Bolt, and on the first day, no less.
Well, yes, that was somewhat out of the norm for Eden College, I suppose.
It's a first, as far as I know.
All I did was pass a fair verdict.
Praise good behavior,
and mete out appropriate punishment against any misdemeanor.
Thus is the eternal ambition of education.
As you say.
The first years who pass through Eden's gates learn, every day,
to become the very soul of elegance, and thus, tradition is maintained and inherited.
Indeed, our school exists to make the future of our nation elegant.
Master Damian!
Isn't this gentleman here your big brother?!
Yeah...
This must be him at the entrance ceremony.
Surely there are more photos of him in here.
Oh, there he is!
Oh!
He's in this one, too!
And this one!
Oh, he's the MVP in this one!
Your big brother sure was quick to get those Stella Stars, huh, Master Damian?
I'd expect nothing less!
I'm sure you'll reach Imperial Scholar even faster though, Master Damian!
No doubt you'll be the first in our year to get a Stella Star, Master Damian!
W-Well, yeah...
Still...
The exams are a while away...
Your first chance might be...
Oh! P.E next week!
There's going to be that inter-class dodgeball match!
Oh yeah!
A friend of mine heard from a friend of his in class 7 that,
if you come out as the MVP,
you get a Stella Star!
Really?!
This is your chance, Master Damian!
The MVP, huh?
Not a cloud in the sky.
My dear children,
it's another fine day, in which you shall add a new page to the long history of Eden College.
Elegantly,
and brilliantly.
Shut up!
You picked a fight with me first, didn't you?
Not my fault.
Yeah! I mean, if you hadn't—
Shut it, ugly!
Huh?!
Piece of shit.
Right back at you, you damn shrimp!
You can't say that sort of thing to a girl!
Elegant... ly...
I am returned!
Welcome home, Miss Anya.
Father, I've got big news!
What?
They're giving out a Stella Star in the next P.E Class?
Becky told me.
A friend of mine heard from a friend of hers in class 7.
You know that match, next week?
Apparently, the MVP in the winning class
will be awarded one Stella Star, or so the rumor goes!
A rumor, huh?
Not exactly concrete...
In which case, it's time to train, Miss Anya!
Train!
So, what's the event, exactly?
Dodgeball.
Dodgeball...
If I recall, that's the one where you use a ball to dispose of the opponent, yes?
Dispose of them?!
Mother!
Teach me a killer move!
Understood!
I shall teach you a shoot to kill technique!
Are you good at sports as well, Miss Yor?
O-Oh, no.
I used to play catch with my brother, and that's about it...
I can't tell him I toss people around daily!
Leave it to me, Miss Anya!
You'll have your killer move to catch that star!
I'll grab a star, with dodgeball!
Star Catch Anya! I'll do my best!
- That's right! - Well, I guess it's a good thing that she's motivated...
- Star Catch Super Anya! - Well, I guess it's a good thing that she's motivated...
Right!
Let's start with a basic work out!
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
"Sit-ups on the brink of death"
Five.
Six.
It's important to build stamina, too!
Miss Anya?!
Now listen.
You don't just throw the ball with your arm.
You take a firm step forward,
twist your hip, as you shift your weight,
channeling the strength to your shoulder like...
...so!
Now, you give it a go!
Oh, Mr. Loid!
"In the middle of image training"
Are they... training? "In the middle of image training"
I don't really get it, but I did say I'd leave it up to Miss Yor. "In the middle of image training"
Miss Anya, wake up!
Hi-yah!
Yah!
Huff!
Bam!
Boom!
Kaplowie!
Tomorrow, I do the star catch!
I worked hard!
I got through Mother's merciless training...
I've come up with a name for my killer move.
I'll grab that star!
Get a ton of stars,
and help Father with his mission!
I see you're all fired up, for what that's worth.
Just don't hold Master Damian back, you got that, shrimp girl?
Second son!
And lackeys.
Why couldn't they split the boys and girls?
I have to be on the same team as this guy? Literally the worst!
Second son...
Child of the target for Father's mission...
Big perks if I make friends with him.
What the hell are you looking at, huh?!
He's a bully though, so I don't like him.
Well, I don't have the time to pay you any mind either, shorty!
Shorty?!
I've gotta be the MVP in this match, and earn a Stella Star.
I have to become an Imperial Scholar, like my big bro...
...or else...
...Father won't even look at me!
Wait up, please, Master Damian!
Assemble!
Mr. Bobby, the P.E teacher, called in sick,
so I'll be taking charge of this class, in his stead.
Keep in mind you are all fine ladies and gentlemen.
Play fair, and play elegantly!
Yes sir!
We hereby commence the inter-class dodgeball match,
between Cecile Hall class 3 and Wald Hall class 4!
Begin!
"Operation Dodgeball"
Let's go show them who's boss, Master Damian!
You can do it, Damian!
Master Damian!
I've gathered intel on class 4.
Alright.
If I want that Stella Star, I need to be the MVP...
We need to take down...
...this guy!
If we're gonna win against class 4 in this match, first,
we need to take that guy down!
Son of the major at army headquarters,
"Bill Watkins (6 years old)" Bill Watkins!
"Bill Watkins (6 years old)" Nice catch, Bill!
Who the hell is that monster?!
There's no way he's the same age as us!
It's him...
Bazooka Bill!
Gifted with both brains and brawn,
he's won countless ball game tournaments, as far back as nursery school!
The young beast of Bodam!
There are countless tournaments for preschoolers?!
You should take off your glasses, or you could get hurt, old man!
I appreciate the concern,
Mr. Damian, the party president's son,
but don't worry, you won't hit me.
Plus,
shots above the shoulders don't count, you know?
Confirm enemy positions.
Wind and temperature corrections, complete.
Four hits.
What?!
- That's our Bill! - How's that even possible?!
- Awesome! - Don't get cowed! That's gotta be a fluke!
It's no fluke.
My every throw has been calculated with precision.
I do more than run simulations.
I've honed my body to perfection.
Daddy!
Bill, my boy...
Yes, Daddy!
You were born to be a hero...
...in Eden, and then, the army.
Take those Stella Stars, in your grasp!
For the Ostania of tomorrow!
Sir! Yes, sir!
Indeed...
My victory has already been decided.
Hey!
If we get hit by that, we're gonna die!
Don't you worry.
I'll go easy on the women.
That annoys me in its own way, you know?!
Hit.
You talk a pretty big game.
Do you really think we came here without a plan,
big man?
Hmm?
Dodgeball...
...takes teamwork, you know?
Ow.
Aim for the MVP!
I'll be the MVP!
Let's go!
Formation G!
Four hits.
We're not done yet!
Ninja...
...Shadow...
...Clone...
...Attack!
Shadow clones, huh?
I'll show you...
...shadow clones!
Wha—
Master Damian.
It was an honor to serve at your side, Master Damian!
Emile!
I know...
...you've got a lot of good points, Master Damian.
I can't remember them off the top of my head,
but I think you have some.
Master Damian,
please win!
After all,
Master Damian, you were always...
...our...
...MVP!
The forbidden face block!
Emile!
Hey! Hey!
Ewen.
You damn idiot.
Don't you cry...
I'm not crying.
Don't...
Don't give up hope, until the very end...
Yeah!
Yeah! I know!
It's not over if you don't give u—
Damn!
We're gonna lose at this rate.
I need to find an opening, somehow.
He can take out everyone else, for all I care,
but I need to win, and take the limelight.
The second son is a piece of shit.
Now, next up...
That tiny kid.
I'll aim for...
...her feet!
Wha—
Oh!
He flubbed it! Lucky us!
Get the ball over here! Come on!
Just now,
she jumped...
...before I threw.
Eat this!
In that case, this time,
I'll aim for her right arm!
The left, then...
In that case, I'll use my secret technique!
I make the ball swerve before the target to chase and hit those that run!
Take this!
Homing...
...Slider...
...Shot!
What happened to going easy on girls?!
Hit.
Impossible!
She saw through it!
She saw right through my throw!
Who the hell is that woman?!
You're not half bad.
"Dodgeball," as the name suggests, requires one to duck and weave with grace and speed.
Elegant evasion!
A-Anya!
Watch out! Behind you!
You idiot! Get up, quick!
You're good, I'll give you that,
but now that you're down, it's all over!
Die!
Whoa!
He threw it with all of his freaking might, the bastard!
I feel sorry for her,
but it's her fault for tripping up.
Don't you worry.
I'll stay in, and lead class 3 to victory.
Hit.
Wh-What're you doing, Master Damian?!
Huh?!
Oh no! The MVP...
You protected me?
Huh?!
Are you a good guy?
N-No!
It just annoyed me that he was owning us with his throws,
so I thought I'd try to catch it, you know?
Damn it!
You're the only one left. It's on you, now!
The future rests with me.
Now's the time to unleash the killer move!
Miss Anya, last but not least, remember this!
The trick to throwing is using your whole body.
Think of this ball as an arrow of light!
I won't let the second son's death be in vain.
I'm not dead!
I will have...
...vengeance.
She had the strength to send me flying.
She really just might...
I don't know why, but she's got poise.
Maybe...
The key is to shift your weight.
Step forward,
and twist the hips, channel the momentum into your mitts.
Then your mitts...
Uh...
Anyway!
Killer Move!
Star Catch...
...Arrow!
Game set!
We won!
Awesome!
You're gonna get a Stella Star, Bill!
Hmm? A Stella Star?
Why would we give out Stella Stars for some small class game?
Who told you that?
Huh?!
If anything, considering your obscene conduct during that match, shouting "die" and all that,
I could give you a Tonitrus Bolt.
Don't worry, Bill.
You'll get it, next time!
You'll get another chance soon!
Nevertheless,
- it takes spirit to put aside your differences,
- That was too bad, but you did well, Anya! - it takes spirit to put aside your differences,
- That was too bad, but you did well, Anya! - and face hardship, as one.
- That may be worthy of a Stella Star, my dear children.
- Cheer up, now! - That may be worthy of a Stella Star, my dear children.
What the hell, man?!
What was that garbage throw?!
I shouldn't have protected you!
Oof!
Oh, lay off!
It's not like you managed to hit him, either!
Yeah. I don't like you.
What was that, you freaking shrimp?!
That's no way to talk to a lady, you know?!
- Or maybe not.
- You piece of shit. - Or maybe not.
- Say that again! I dare you!
- Mother's teachings are useless. - Say that again! I dare you!
- Mother's teachings are useless. - Yeah! Yeah!
"Stella Star"