SPY x FAMILY (SPY×FAMILY)

Rahden.

Yes, Madam Schlag.

AVOID GETTING TONITRUS BOLTS

Not elegant.

There has been a rise in tardies and turning in schoolwork late recently.

Make sure you straighten up after relaxing over the weekend.

Is that clear?

Why are you looking at Anya?

I got so into working out yesterday that I also almost forgot my homework.

Anya doesn't have to worry about that because Papa is a demon.

Get up, Anya! Did you do your homework?!

Oh, how lovely.

What are you talking about? You're late sometimes.

Yeah, exactly. You also fall asleep during class.

I'll make a prediction.

The one who'll get eight Tonitrus Bolts and be expelled first in our class is you.

Now's the time for my killer move...

Now's the time for Master Yor's Knockout Punch that she taught us...

Don't do anything rash, Becky.

Hmph! I heard you overslept before, too!

Can you be certain you won't get a Tonitrus Bolt?

As if! Don't compare Lord Damian with you commoners!

There's no chance of that ever happening!

That's right! That's as unlikely to happen as lightning striking upward!

Uh, if you go that far, it puts pressure on me...

If Lord Damian ever gets one Tonitrus Bolt,

the three of us will strip down to our underwear and run a lap around the school!

Huh?!

Okay, bet!

A man never goes back on his word!

Isn't that right, Lord Damian?

Huh?! Hey, wait...

Th-Th-Th-There's trouble!

What's the matter, Bill? Are you okay?

Run...

Huh?

All of you need to get out of here right now!

A disaster...

A horrific disaster has appeared!

Man, the guys from Class 1 are so annoying.

Let's take care of 'em later.

Rahden.

Yes, Madam Schlag.

Hold it right there.

Uncouth language. Unkempt uniforms.

Conspiring to engage in violence.

Tonitrus Strike!

A brilliant bestowing of Tonitrus Bolts, Madam Schlag.

Hmph. Swan's Cline Hall is filled with nothing but disgraceful students.

I see you haven't changed, Mistress Schlag.

Ah, Master Henderson. It's been a while.

How are you feeling?

As you can see, I'm in top form.

Though...

Tonitrus Bolts... Tonitrus Bolts...

Perhaps you're overdoing it a little?

Oh, dear. Those are the last words I expected to hear from you, Mister Elegant.

It appears as though you've softened quite a bit.

I heard that you were now in charge of the first-year students.

Could that be why?

Now, then, I must go greet these adorable little lambs of yours.

If you'll excuse me.

Mistress Donna Schlag of the disciplinary committee.

It's said that she once instilled fear in the hearts of Eden students.

She was hospitalized with a serious illness, but apparently, she's now back.

Fear?

She will immediately bestow Tonitrus Bolts for the smallest infractions.

She's sent hundreds of students into expulsion!

They say that not a single blade of grass grows upon any path she's traveled.

They call her... Old Lady Tonitrus!

Old Lady Tonitrus...

Hurry up and run!

There were many casualties from my Class 4, as well!

Get away before it's too late!

Bill!

Wh-What should we do?

Let's get to someplace safe immediately!

It's a pleasure to meet you, Class 1-3.

I am Schlag from the disciplinary committee.

Th-This is Old Lady Tonitrus?

Line up single file.

I will now inspect your belongings.

Not a single one of them will get away from me.

And what is this?

S-Snacks from my dorm, ma'am.

And are you aware that these are not allowed on school grounds?

Yes, ma'am! I am aware!

Then this is inevitable.

Tonitrus!

What is this?

P-Playing cards. I'm sorry! I didn't know I wasn't supposed to bring them...

Since you apparently don't know even the most basic rules...

Tonitrus!

I haven't been able to enjoy a Tonitrus Bolt Festival in so long.

I'm in the mood to punish anyone and everyone.

What a tyrant!

Next!

Oh, crap. She's getting one after another.

Don't panic. We don't have anything bad.

You there. Where's your handkerchief?

Huh? I don't have one.

Tonitrus Bolt!

No way... Over a handkerchief?

Silence!

A disheveled appearance shows disorder in one's heart!

There was once a brilliant student at our Eden College.

He was just one step away from becoming an Imperial Scholar,

but one day, he forgot his handkerchief.

Oh, crap. Well, whatever. I'll just wipe 'em on my pants.

Whoa, your pants are wet!

He pissed his pants!

Hah! Mr. Pee Pants!

No! You've got it all wrong!

The poor soul lost his way.

He then caused one problem after another and was expelled.

He couldn't find a proper job, joined the resistance, became an activist,

and I hear that he was arrested by the secret police.

I do not know if he is currently dead or alive.

I don't ever want to see another student go through that again!

Those who laugh at the handkerchief also cry by the handkerchief!

And so, next!

Where's my handkerchief...

Okay, I have mine!

I don't have mine!

What should I do?

At this rate, I'll get a Tonitrus Bolt!

What should I do?!

We're in this mess because of you, Lord Damian!

Lord Damian, you moron!

No! I-In that case...

Hey, Ewen! Let me borrow your—

What? That's cheating!

How lame. You're the worst.

No...

Booger Head. Butthole Head.

No! What am I supposed to do?!

Second Son's freaking out. Wild.

No, more importantly, if I get even one Tonitrus Bolt,

I'll never be able to face Father again!

We won't be able to see the last boss?! Plan B is in danger!

I'm just gonna have to do what I have to do.

Hey, Ew—

Next!

Yes, ma'am...

It's all over.

Second Son.

You can borrow Anya's hanky.

But wait. You...

Fear not.

I always carry around two hankies just in case something like this happens!

Mimicking Papa

Are you sure?

Take it.

I owe you one.

Next!

Y-Yes, ma'am...

Thanks, Miss Anya!

You saved Second Son.

I am happy now, so I will stop doing war stuff.

And the world was at peace.

And this handkerchief belongs to you?

Y-Yes, ma'am!

Why is there an "A" embroidered in it?

Oh... that's the "A" in Damian, ma'am!

Hmm...

Next!

Where is your handkerchief?

Of course, I haz my hanky.

Bond's Kibble

Bond's Kibble

Tonitrus.

The second one wasn't in here!

What?! Huh?! Wha?!

You... wha?

Anya messed up.

I just imagined putting it in here.

Are you that terrifyingly stupid?!

Next!

Yes, ma'am.

Ma'am...

You've got the wrong idea, Mistress Schlag.

This is...

What is it?

Um, uh...

Did these impudent little brats try to pull one over on me?

If that's the case, they're both getting two Tonitrus Bolts each.

Sh-She...

You...

Tch.

Bond's Kibble

Bond Kibble

I'll pay you back! It'll be a piece of cake!

I don't think I can live with myself knowing I owe you.

But Anya didn't bake you a cake.

Shut up, you absolute moron!

I'm trying to thank you!

Did something happen?

Is he going to give Anya a cake?

I don't know what's going on, but did Plan B move forward?

Anya may have lost the battle today, but Anya will win the war!