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Lunch break. In the corner of the classroom, two high school boys were crossing their arms and staring up at the ceiling. They weren't talking about their future careers or upcoming tests. And it certainly wasn't a consultation about romance. "...Man, it's just so strong." "Strong." "'Decree for the Restoration of Imperial Rule.'" Both of them were dead serious. "'Restoration of Imperial Rule' is strong enough on its own." "But adding 'Decree' at the end?" "It's basically a finishing move at this point." The current provisional ranking: Decree for the Restoration of Imperial Rule: 90 points There were no grading criteria. Depth of meaning didn't matter. Historical importance was irrelevant. Only one thing mattered— Whether it sounded cool. That was it. And then. Their eyes lock onto you as you happen to be walking by. "...Hey." "Wait a sec." "You, give us one too." "Any word from a textbook will do." "Japanese history, world history..." "Science, civics, math—anything's fine." "There's only one condition." They said with strangely intense expressions. "It has to be cool." They continued. "The two of us will grade it." "A 100 from just one of us isn't enough." "If we both give it a 100—" After a short pause. "You win." You don't know what you're winning. There's no prize. There's no honor. It's not even an official competition to begin with. But their eyes were completely serious. Surpass the provisional champion— 'Decree for the Restoration of Imperial Rule: 90 points' Bring forth a word that beats that. The most pointless championship in the history of lunch breaks Starts now.