Black Butler (黒執事)

This is a prestigious public school,

one that is protected by the dual sentinels

of tradition and discipline.

As a student here, you will be honor bound

to obey at all times.

So I ask you Ciel Phantomhive.

Do you vow from this day forward.

To abide by all of Weston College's traditions and rules?

I do.

Dash it all, I'm going to be late!

Please, just one moment!

I made it.

Weston College, located on the banks of the Thames,

is widely considered

England's most distinguished public school.

Its vast grounds are a labyrinth

of instructional buildings and chapels,

all built in the Gothic style.

The school's four boarding houses

boast long histories,

and its students follow a strict disciplinary code

that places tradition above all else.

With its storied boarding houses,

unique curriculum, and first-rate educators,

Weston College is said to make

"true English gentlemen" of its students.

Noble families willingly pay exorbitant fees,

to secure their sons the status

that attendance at such an institution confers.

First impressions are crucial.

I need to keep my wits about me.

Did he just...

The nerve!

Unbelievable.

He stepped on the lawn?

What, does he fancy himself

a member of the P4?

That's a guaranteed "Y".

Indeed.

What on earth.

Look, here they come.

The Prefect 4!

- -He's in for it!

Serves him right.

He's going to hit me!

A crooked tie won't do at all.

Now then, what is your name?

Phantomhive.

I'm not familiar.

The Head Master did mention that a newly enrolled student

would be entering Blue House today.

-Is that you? - Yes.

The Rules of Weston College,

number 48 states,

"Only prefects or those with one's permission

shall be permitted to cross the lawn".

As you would know if you had studied them properly.

- I'm sorry, I didn't- -Are we finished here?

The sun is much too bright.

Huh.

Do try to be more careful in future, little Phantomhive.

Uh...

You're a lucky one, aren'tcha?

Steppin' on the lawn and gettin' off scot-free!

Here, the name's McMillan.

And I'm in Blue House, first form, like yourself.

Oh, pleasure, and thank you.

Perhaps you could also tell me what the terms "P4"

and "Y" refer to.

I heard others mention them.

"Y" is a unit of punishment.

For every Y, you have to write out

100 Latin hex-ameters.

And "P4"?

The handsome lads you just met.

Did you notice the different colored waistcoats

they're wearin'?

It's a mark of their rank.

Only prefects are allowed to choose their own fabrics.

Right, prefects.

Essentially the heads

of the boarding houses.

The one in the red waistcoat is Edgar Redmond,

prefect of Scarlet Fox House,

which is known to attract students

of exceptionally high birth.

In the blue waistcoat is Lawrence Bluewer,

the prefect of Sapphire Owl House,

where students who are academically gifted gather.

Herman Greenhill wears the green waistcoat

as the prefect of Green Lion House,

caterin' to students who favor athletics and sport.

And in the purple waistcoat is Gregory Violet,

the prefect of Violet Wolf House,

home to students who are accomplished in the arts.

They're the four prefects of Weston College's

historic boarding houses.

Also known as the P4!

Uh-huh.

Och, how I look up to them!

I would love to be a prefect one day.

If only.

Still, forbidding students to cross the lawn?

It's a rule with no purpose.

Traditions, they can feel like that.

Oh, no!

We'll be late if we don't hurry,

and I dunnae want any Ys!

I have to admit, I was surprised to hear

Colet left so suddenly.

And it must be difficult for you,

transferrin' in the middle of a half.

I've been waiting for this chance.

So it's well worth any extra effort.

-Boy up! -Huh?

Come on, the last one to answer that order

has to do menial tasks for the older boys!

What?

Are you new here, straggler?

Yes.

Take this, now.

Once finished shining the prefect's shoes,

you may return.

Then we will give you an appropriate greeting.

Welcome to our boarding house, Phantomhive.

I do hope you'll enjoy your stay.

And toss!

There, boy, now that we've welcomed you

in the traditional way,

you're officially a member of Sapphire Owl House.

Prepare to study harder than ever before.

Surely you can toss him higher than that.

Cease this racket at once or I'll assign you all Y's.

The House Master!

I'm surprised to see an older boy

joining in, Clayton.

Care to explain?

Well, you see, sir, it is something of a House tradition.

Tradition or not,

we must still exercise moderation.

I take it you're Phantomhive, the new boy?

Welcome to Sapphire Owl House.

I'm Michaelis, the House Master.

Ugh.

Master Michaelis, a pleasure to meet you.

I'm sorry that your first day has been so eventful.

I hope you are unharmed.

Your concern is much appreciated.

Though I would have been even more grateful to you

had you intervened a bit sooner.

It's a rite of passage, after all.

I would have to be quite the boor

to have prevented it entirely.

I am simply one hell of a House Master.

Hm.

Now look sharp, Phantomhive.

You're wanted in the Head Master's office

at once.

How did you find your first day?

Rather challenging, I would imagine.

Say, if Blue House doesn't suit you,

perhaps Red House would be a better fit.

We can always find room for someone

of your station, you know.

House assignments aren't within your purview.

The Head Master alone makes those.

No exceptions ever.

Your life would be much the same at any House.

This is a prestigious public school,

one that is protected by the dual sentinels

of tradition and discipline.

As a student here, you will be honor bound

to obey at all times.

Ordinarily, the Head Master would be here

to offer you a few words of welcome,

but as he is busy, I shall take his place.

I'm Lower Master of the College, Johann Agares.

The Head Master is the undisputed authority here.

Within this institution,

his decisions are as law.

And we prefects are tasked

with enforcing that law and governing the student body.