CH#231

#231


<BbX> : Shorter chapter than usual…


Passing through the main gate, a line was stretched out in front of the two tents set up side by side.

The aroma of sweet dough, which must be a strong temptation for those with a pre-noon hunger, accompanied by a slightly cool breeze carried the feet of many students towards the source.

 

Inside the tent, which was the busiest after the opening ceremony, students dressed in different uniforms were competitively handing out the completed goods one after the other.

 

“Blueberry pancake!”

 

A small pancake on a paper tray with a blueberry on top of it was handed to a waiting student.

 

Receiving a small change in exchange, I give a brief nod and send them on their way.

I repeat this process several dozen times, as if it has become a routine.

 

Reviews from the students generated further interest, and before long, a group of customers formed in front of our tent.

 

“…See, it sells.”

 

I blurted out, looking back.

There, girls were baking dough in a friendly manner.

 

On the other hand, the expressions of Koizumi and Hino-kun, the boys who were in charge of accounting, ordering, and receiving the products, lacked the same liveliness as those of the girls.

The restaurant was so busy that the word ‘hectic’ was more appropriate, and their expressions showed slight fatigue.

 

“But it’s not just us, there’s a huge crowd right next to us, too.

 

Koizumi looked at the tent adjacent to ours.

Ahead of his gaze, there was a long line of people waiting for the crepes that was being served by the student council of Kikyo Jogakuin.

 

Seeing that the proportion of male students in line is slightly higher than here, it seems that the novelty of the other school is more than that of ours.

However, the most important factor was not novelty.

 

The biggest factor is being a certain female student standing in front of the tent as the salesperson.

 

“Would you like a freshly baked crepe?”

 

There was my sister, Kaede, who was shouting and calling out to the students without being distracted by the bustling crowd.

Yeah …she’s cute.

 

I can declare that she is the cutest of all the salesperson in this school.

Hell, it’s even possible that she is the cutest in the history of sellers in the whole country.

 

Even though she is my little sister, …I didn’t know she had this much influence..

She is definitely the strongest heroine with her good looks, excellent grades, and sisterly attributes.

 

However, I must say that she is just as powerful of an enemy now.

 

“Is the competition still going fair?”

 

“For now, I guess so, …since it’s labeled as a contest, the majority of students are buying from us both.”

 

Hino-kun turned around worriedly at the situation next to me and muttered while hiding the camera of the smartphone that was gently taken out with the menu.

I returned the words and was relieved from the bottom of my heart that I wasn’t involved in that sales battle.

 

Who is this person to take a picture with natural movements?

Can’t he see that he was told not to.

 

Is it like self-control is diminished when President is not around or something?

 

“I’m sorry, but my sister’s photography is not allowed…”

 

“Ah! When did I take the camera out?”

 

It’s not good…

He’s completely become the person whose face is mosaiced on TV and whose voice is also altered.

Ask the person’s permission before you take a picture, okay?

 

In a situation where the same number of items are sold in the same quantity as if they were Happy Meals, the unit price might decide the winner at the end of the day.

In terms of convenience, crepes are superior, so there may be many returning customers.

 

It may be a fairer contest than one might think in terms of taste.

 

“Minato-kun, your next order is ready.”

 

I was observing my surroundings with my head resting on my desk, when Shizuku called out to me.

On her hand was a cake that had been baked fresh, filled with an aroma that stimulates the appetite.

 

“…Yes, yes”

 

 

Lightly lifted my waist and leaning back, I carefully accepted the item without worrying about the touch of her fingertips.

Shizuku wasn’t so naive as to react to every single little thing.

 

For a few moments, I exchanged glances with Shizuku, and I could see the look in her eyes as if she was thinking about something.

 

As I waited patiently to see if she had something to say, she said with a hint of realization.

 

“Is it a date for the cultural festival? Just wait a minute, I’ll go get ready.”

 

“No, It’s not, …let’s focus on work, okay?”

 

I was surprised that she could interpret my thoughts so liberally with just one touch of my fingertips.

At a speed that easily surpassed my expectations, I didn’t expect her to go so deep in the wrong direction.

 

“Is that a no then…?”

 

I couldn’t help but let out my breath when I saw Shizuku return to her work after she let out a sigh.

As I handed the finished product back to the student, a conversation from the rear of the tent reached my ears.

 

“I’m the first one to get a break, so it’s only natural that I should be the first to go on a date with him, right?”

 

“Do you know, Kirasaka-san, walking around with the opposite sex whilst he carries your baggage is not a date?”

 

When Kirasaka told Shizuku, as if it were a matter of course, the cheerful tone of her voice disappeared and she responded in a heart breaking cold voice.

I mean, I was a baggage handler, I never knew that before.

 

Minato-kun, what a surprise!

 

“Hm, then how about taking the middle ground and letting me borrow Shinra first?”

 

“…All three of you keep your hands moving while you converse with each other.”

 

President states a proposal that is absolutely not an intervention plan at all.

However, Shizuku and Kirasaka did not say a word, and only Miura’s sigh echoed under the tent.

 

I feel very sorry for the series of conversations.

I feel like a parent apologizing for my child.

 

“P-President… you say you’ll go around break time with me.”

 

“…”

 

Next to her, Koizumi mutters in a small voice.

Awkward air flowed between me and Hino-kun because they were too far away for it to reach them.

 

What is this chaos?

When did the student council change into such an awkward group?

 

Behind me, the girls were making a lot of noise while happily proceeding with the cooking.

With the little time I had left, I got up from my seat and moved in front of my sister.

 

“Nii-san, would you like a crepe?”

 

“A hundred of them please…”

 

I couldn’t help but say so when I saw Kaede smiling like a goddess like what Hino-kun had described.

Kaede passed one order to her senpai and moved on to deal with the customers approaching from behind me.

 

Alone, standing in front of the enemy tent, I looked at my own tent and saw the cold stares from the girls.


CH#230

#230

 


Time and years accumulated for this one day were both joyous and fleeting, and it by in a flash.

 

The open air stage was bustling with people.

Students and visitors alike seemed to be enjoying themselves, paying no attention to the trouble at the main gate.

 

I do not intend to use exaggerated words like “rewarding,” but I was able to reaffirm once again that the actions taken by Shiraishi and the student council were not in vain when I saw the students who came into view as I walked by.

 

I walked up to the students wearing green armbands standing by the stage, and one of the girls, who stood out from the crowd, turned around and smiled at me.

 

“I’m sorry I put you through all this.”

 

“…It’s my job.”

 

I expressed my intention with my expression that it isn’t something to be worried about.

It was a choice I made on my own accord, and it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to argue now that I no longer want to work.

 

The fact that I came back with more people than on my way here was not mentioned, and Yuuto didn’t say anything in particular, and just asked Koizumi about his work.

 

I checked the time on the clock on the building and found that it was almost time for the students of Kikyo Girl’s Academy to visit.

Despite the hectic schedule, the student council also had to enjoy the cultural festival.

 

While Koizumi and Miura were taking over and passing on messages to the students, a bustling noise, different from the noise around us, reached my ears.

 

And then, I heard the sound of running footsteps coming from behind me.

 

“Tou-!”

 

“…”

 

A strong shock spreads across my back and a familiar scent tickled my nostrils.

Without even having to look back, I realized who had jumped on my back.

 

“Kaede, you’re heavy…”

 

“You’re terrible Nii-san, I’m a relatively light weight.”

 

Even though she said I was terrible, my little sister Kaede poked her head out from the side without showing any signs of being particularly hurt.

 

Black hair and well-defined eyes, which do not resemble those of her older brother, attract the attention of the male students around us.

But it’s not just her looks that draws attention, it’s the sailor suit she’s wearing that stands out above all others.

 

“Sorry to make you wait!”

 

As she got off my back and greeted the presidents, many female students came up to her from behind.

 

Among them, of course, was Sera, the head of the girl’s academy.

The presidents of the two schools looked at each other and spoke to each other.

 

“We will be ready to start selling at the scheduled time of 11:00 a.m.”

 

“You are as stiff as ever… I think it’s not too late for you to enjoy the festival here a little bit first.”

 

Hearing Sera’s words, President said with a wry smile.

However, Sera touched her glasses to adjust them and shook her head.

 

“The other students can enjoy themselves as they please, but we have our position as representatives of the school… and above all, we have the matter of the competition to deal with first.”

 

…She said it like it was just an afterthought, but I guess the match was her first priority.

Before I could say a word, Kaede pulled back on my sleeve and stopped me.

As expected of my sister.

 

She is a very skilled sister who knows what her brother is about to speak and is able to hold me back.

Rather, she is even a master of sisterly skills.

 

It is a title given only to those who have mastered their sister’s skills to the top, or so it says in the dictionary.

Anyway, the stage is finally set.

 

In RPG terms, this competition is just beginning.

I know that the cultural festival had already started, but now it has started in the truest sense.

 

After that, the students of Kikyo Jogakuin are divided into various groups as if they are dispersing, and they mix and melt in the noise and clamor of the cultural festival.

Kaede stayed where she was and began preparing to help the student council with their work.

 

We, the student council members, returned to the tent and were greeted by Shizuku and Kirasaka, who had returned from the commotion earlier.

 

“It looks like it’s about to start.”

 

Shizuku announced as she sat down on a chair.

The spectacle of all the students wearing aprons and having lively conversations was certainly that of a school festival.

 

“I guess so…”

 

I muttered in a weak voice and moved my gaze in all directions.

Everywhere I looked, the students had happy expressions on their faces.

 

Even the students in different uniforms are enjoying this situation to the fullest.

The students of Sakuranaoka Gakuen must be feeling even more fulfilled.

Since, it was an event that they had created themselves.

 

They have thought about it, discussed it, and implemented it to get to this day.

This is probably the reason why their expressions looked more natural and didn’t look as if they were trying to them up.

 

It is precisely because the event was created by the students themselves and not been set up in advance by the school, so it would remain vivid in the memory and would be passed down from generation to generation.

 

“Is this the right angle for the sign?”

 

“I’ll put the extra fabric in a cooler box.”

 

Under the tents and outside, I see the boys busily preparing for the opening and the girls making the final checks.

I wonder if I will be able to talk about this sight I am seeing now as a pleasant memory in the future.

 

With these thoughts in my mind, I go about the detailed work of preparing the menu and change on the desk.

 

“I hope it sells.”

 

“It will sell…”

 

“You’re being overly optimistic.”

 

When Shizuku gave a blank reply to the words I said with her chest puffed up in anticipation, Kirasaka returned calm words with a slightly cold voice from next to her.

 

They were also dressed in a sky blue-colored apron and a light pink apron.

Naturally, Kirasaka was in blue and Shizuku was in pink.

 

I am wearing a safe black one around my waist.

After confirming the “Pancake” sign in rounded writing that Yuuto had set up in the opposite direction of Hino-kun, President came up to us and joined the conversation.

 

“Even if it’s a competition and a business, and even though it’s important to make profit, you must remember that the most important thing is to enjoy yourself.”

 

She picks up the coins lying out on the table with her small fingers and throws them into the designated box.

This is a good argument, and the most important topic of this festival.

 

The students themselves enjoy it, and because it is right, they feel a great sense of alienation when they don’t understand it.

It’s like there’s they’re the only foreign substance in the mix.

 

Even though we know that no one thinks that way, our ingrained values and ways of thinking remain unchanged.

 

“And, even if you say it in a straightforward manner, you just be pushy…:

 

The bitter smile that spilled out of her fave looked very sad.

Some guilt pierces my heart for making her look like that at her last cultural festival.

 

“I’ve never been good at the idea of trying harder next time. …I’ve lived my whole life with the mindset of succeeding from the very beginning, and this might be the first time but….”

 

Once she had broken her words there, President paused for a moment before continuing with her next words.

That was not the sad smile that had been on her face just a few moments before.

 

“Next time… I’d like to see your smiling face at least once.”

 

Is what she says with her chestnut-colored hair flowing in the air.

Even though it was directed at me, it sounded like it was directed not at me but at Shizuku and the others who were sitting next to me.

 

Then, as if nothing had happened, she returned to her usual dignified expression and called out to the other student council members to move out.

 

“Now then, let’s make a grand sale!”

 

Her words went around the tent, and when she turned around, everyone followed behind her.

Her appearance was strong proof that she was the head of this organization.

 

Koizumi, Miura, and Hino-kun also followed President’s back to announce the opening to the students.

Shizuku, too, quickly stood up from her chair, as if she had been looking forward to it.

 

“Minato-kun, let’s go!”

 

There are many students who have been looking forward to the Student Council opening a stall.

For those students, the student council is taking full advantage of its power to set up a short advertisement on the stage.

 

At the end of the moving student council, Shizuku pulled my hand and I stood my body up.

Kirasaka was standing next to me, arms crossed, waiting for me to move as well.

 

“My friend says that it’s tough working in the fast-food chains…”

 

“You don’t have friends like that, do you? Advertising the store is also part of your job.”

 

President was walking towards the stage when Kirasaka forcefully took my arm and pulled it.

And without hesitation, Sera also lined up on the stage where she took the stage.

 

At 11:00 a.m., the competition between the student councils of both Sakuranaoka Gakuen and Kikyo Jogakuin began with a grand opening on the school grounds at the open-air stage.


CH#229

#229

 


As I proceeded toward the intended destination, the number of people increased.

Not only was I approaching the main gate, but it was easy to guess from the gazes and expressions of the people around me that some kind of special situation was taking place.

 

Why do people show such interests themselves just because they are not involved?

People can sometimes be ruthless just because there is no potential risk, no relationship.

 

No, it is because they are unaware that they can be ruthless.

We are unconcerned, but we cannot overcome our curiosity.
I thought about this as I moved forward against the flow of people.

 

Under the tent of the student council, which was set up in front of the tent of the executive committee, there was no sign of the two people who were supposed to be there.

I wondered if the two had sensed the situation around the tent, which was different from the bustling crowd, and went to take a look at Shiraishi.

 

For a moment, I stopped walking and looked around.

Normally it would have been easy to find them, but they were nowhere to be seen.

I walked for sometime and then stopped to search for them.

 

The eyes that are usually so much on them are concentrating on the trouble that appeared at that moment.

Then there might be the possibility of those two people being there at the end of those gazes.

 

After navigating through the crowd, occasionally bumping shoulders and bowing my head in apology, the executive committee’s HQ finally came into view.

Even from a distance, I could see that the spectators had gathered in a circle, standing still, as if avoiding a single point of view.

 

Some of them were pointing their smartphone cameras at them.

The act itself was probably not malicious.

 

In addition to the festivities, if it’s an unrelated tussle, let’s keep a record of it. …In today’s age of dramatically popular social networking sites, that unawareness can put a blade to the throat of the action.

 

If you’re an outsider, you have to be discreet in your calls and actions, but you can intercept a person if you’re in uniform so I forcefully cover the camera with my palm which was pointing somewhere.

 

“What?”

 

I held out my arm to emphasize the armband to the student who frowned and turned back to me in a super grumpy manner.

 

“The student council, …would appreciate it if you would refrain from filming it, as it could get you into trouble.”

 

When I told her without making eye contact, the female student still turned the camera to avoid the hand that was blocking her.

…Young people these days don’t listen very well.

 

I was a young person too, I agree.

In fact, I’m a very bad listener myself, so it makes even more sense.

 

However, I would like them to stop filming, as I am about to go to the place where the camera is pointed…

 

I let out a deep sigh, which I’m sure she couldn’t hear over the clamor, and as I was pondering, a student put their hand on the shoulder of the female student.

She must have thought it was my hand, and turned around in the opposite direction as if to shake it off strongly.

 

“You can’t take pictures of people without permission.

 

“Ah…”

 

The place she turned around, there stood the prince of the school, Yuuto Ogiwara.

He gently covered the hand that should have shaken his off and told her in a calm tone of voice, making the female students blush.

 

…Where did this prince come from?

Or rather, which shoujo manga is it?

 

The reaction is too much cliche, and she turns to Yuuto with an expression that expresses her dismay without hiding it.

The two in front of them look like they are shining like a scene from a manga.

 

Or rather, the eyes of the female students seem to be 20% more sparkly.

This, School prince effect …is terrifying.

Unlike my turn the girl easily lowered the camera and hung it up with a blush of embarrassment.

 

“Am I being helpful?”

 

“Sarcasm…?”

 

With a cold look, we exchange a light conversation as we used to do in the past.

It is a nostalgic feeling that I have not felt for a long time.

 

But it is surprising that Yuuto also came to this place.

As I was about to move on, thinking that it would have been rather nice if this guy was with me, Yuuto asked me.

 

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

 

“…”

 

His words were an indication that he was not going forward with me, and he seemed to be trying to resolve the situation in a different manner.

Perhaps it was he who was more unsure of the distance than I was.

 

 

With a moment’s hesitation, I gave a small nod to my friend who was smiling at me.

 

“Have the students around you stop filming, it’s going to be a hassle to put out the fire later on…”

 

“Gotcha.”

 

I was relieved to see him respond by raising his hand as I headed straight for the center.

I checked my surroundings as I ran, and as I expected, I saw a few students holding their phones in their hands as well as the girls, but it isn’t much to worry about.

 

I put aside the unnecessary and unwarranted concerns, and as I approached the center till the voice of a junior student reached my ears.

 

“So, we will return the money you gave us…”

 

As I slipped through the crowd that surrounded Shiraishi and the others like the final wall, I saw Shiraishi bowing along with a student in an apron.

The young man standing ahead of them was watching the scene with a wicked smile on his mouth.

 

The president has forced me into a troublesome role, huh…

He said it was a complaint, but I thought that if it was a normal problem, a proper apology would do the trick, but this was a different case.

 

It was immediately obvious from the expressions on the faces of Shizuku and Kirasaka, who were standing behind Shiraishi.

They were looking at them sharply, coldly, and even with disgust.

 

“Just by giving my money back, do you think this will all be under the bridge?”

 

Among them, a man with painfully blond hair and jingling accessories who told this Shiraishi.

Judging from the yakisoba noodles in his hand, this was probably a food-related complaint.

 

The man’s words made Shiraishi raise her gaze to say something back, by that time I unnaturally interrupted her to exchange glances with the other party.

 

“…Something amiss?”

 

Standing in front of the men to position myself in the middle, I remove the green armband from my arm before their gazes turn to the armband on my arm.

I crumple it into a fist, but this is a distraction.

 

I silently offer the armband to Shiraishi, whose eyes widen in surprise at my sudden arrival, and turn my attention to the pocket of her uniform.

Sensing the detailed action, which is not even conveyed, Shiraishi hides the armband in her own uniform.

 

“Who are you…?”

 

“I got a call that there’s some trouble here …so what’s up?”

 

It was not an answer to the other party’s question, but the men smiled with a goofy, cliched evil smile at the topic of conversation, which they proceeded to discuss without letting my words get in the way.

 

“I’m not sure how they can just refund your money when you have to wait, the portions are not worth the money, the food doesn’t taste good, and there’s even hair in it.”

 

The man said these words, which are classic and, above all, difficult to prove true.

The food he actually had in his hand had hair on it as if it had been plainly placed on the top of it.

 

If it were not for this situation, I would have even responded, ‘Did you put your hair on it?’

But I understood that this was not a situation in which I could make a joke.

 

“I apologize for that …and will refund your money, so please take your time and visit the other stalls.”

 

I said, pointing my hand toward the stalls lined up behind me.

It was a mechanical response, not containing any emotion at all.

 

 

However, Shiraishi had probably already dealt with this degree of support, and underneath her thin smile, she seemed to have room to spare.

 

“I’m craving yakisoba, aren’t I?”

 

The blonde man says, pointing to the yakisoba he has requested to return.

The other young man standing next to him also burst out laughing like someone watching bullying from the sidelines.

 

I wonder if it’s really fun doing these things…

At least, I hope the feeling of fun I am searching for is not as cheap as theirs.

 

“We sell it for 100 yen at the shop, so please go there.”

 

I pointed to the school building as they seemed to be enjoying the situation.

They were surprised at what I said, perhaps not expecting it.

 

“What do you think we’re coming all the way out here for?”

 

Their eyes narrowed and their voices carried a hint of anger.

Their reaction, as if they were doing the right thing, was conversely beginning to look ridiculous.

 

Minato-kun’s acting ability, which is comparable to that of the drama club’s ace, changes his expression as if playing dumb.

 

“Did you wish to enroll …then the staff will be handing out materials at the main entrance in the back.”

 

“…Do you think the customers are idiots?”

 

“This is not a restaurant, it’s a high school, and the school rules don’t say that customers are gods, so I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

 

As one would expect, saying words that provoke so much will lower anyone’s boiling point.

Flushing with anger like Hino-kun’s hair color, the guy takes a step forward.

 

At that moment, I catch out of the corner of my eye that Shizuku and Kirasaka at the back shook their bodies to break in.

But it’s unnecessary.

 

He raises his hand and gestures that it is unnecessary.

 

“…”

 

If either me or the blonde takes a step forward, our eyesight will intersect and we will be close enough that our bodies touch.

In truth, it would be great if I could choose a solution that is smart and beautiful for everyone to see, but I don’t have the speaking ability or the charisma to do so.

 

Then, I need to say something that will surely shut them up within the limited number of options available to me.

 

The student standing next to me is an ordinary male student, and there are two of them.

Looking for something that would make them shut up, I shifted my gaze and looked around a little, and saw the perfect candidate.

 

“If you were in a class where the only students in the athletic department were strict about the length and color of their hair, and a bright colored foreign object was mixed in, would you be willing to be refunded?”

 

I pointed to the tray with the clear lid and again made a deliberate confirmation of the claims these men were making.

Turning around as if to ask for agreement, I approached the boys in their aprons.

 

“As I recall, the boys’ job was to put the food in the trays and tighten the lids with rubber bands…”

 

“Huh? …Ah, yes! Yes.”

 

The boy nodded after a delay in rhythm.

In my heart, I turned my body to the front again while being relieved that at least I wasn’t denied there.

Besides, it helped that the man in front of me took the trouble to point to his hair for emphasis.

 

The word “short hair” carries more weight.

 

I wondered where the spare smile had gone, and what was different from a moment ago was that the men’s faces had gone pale.

 

The words I just said are appropriate and baseless.

I uttered them as they came to me, as the boy with short hair on his head was trotting behind the guy.

 

These people just get a sense of superiority from standing in a situation where they have the upper hand and unilaterally striking someone who is in a weaker position.

They probably have no recollection of the circumstances or environment at the time the goods were handed over to them.

 

Even if they make up a suitable excuse on the spot, once they have created a situation in which they have the upper hand, people would become fragile and vulnerable.

A person like Shiraishi, with a serious and easy-to-understand personality, would have become a good target.

 

 

The two men flinched and looked at each other.

The two men flinch and look at each other. They continue to speak to each other, not giving each other time to recall the scene in their memories.

 

“I’d like to see the goods if you don’t mind. …Don’t worry, I won’t damage the evidence.”

 

“…”

 

I made the best fake smile I could while saying that.

One step forward, one step backward, the blonde retreating in the opposite direction.

 

Already not caring about the eyes of those around me or the cameras, which had been so depressing just a moment ago.

Slowly, I reach out my hand to catch it, and the other person wriggles as if to reject it.

 

“…Just a refund is fine.”

 

His eyes change to look at me as if he was looking at a creepy creature, and I stop my advancing steps to make sure I’ve told him in detail.

I turned on my heel and proceeded next to the boys and muttered in their ears.

 

“…Don’t take those guys to the front of the store, just give them the money from the executive committee for the price.”

 

“Y-yes…”

 

After hearing my words to the end, the boy ran over to the committee member’s tent, which was just around the corner.

The executive committee who was watching the situation immediately handed over the change, and the male student carried it to the guys.

 

“I-I’m sorry about that, too”

 

“…”

 

Grabbing the money offered roughly, the duo clicks their heels and leaves the school through the front gate and out of sight.

Waving her until they were out of sight, Shiraishi looked up at me with a difficult expression on her face.

 

“An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth… a lie for a lie.”

 

I’m not a saint enough to tell the truth about everything to someone who shows malice and confronts me.

 

Since my point has been somewhat understood, I say it louder to convey it to Shizuku and the others in the back.

Shiraishi probably didn’t think those two guys were telling the truth either, so she didn’t say anything back.

 

The appearance of her looking down coincided with my sister’s dejected mood, so I went up to her in that crowd and ruffled up her hair.

Despite the coldness of his surroundings, the fact that troubles disappear as soon as we find a solution seems to represent an indescribable human nature.

 

Among them, I called out to one man who was standing alone with a grin on his face before returning.

 

“…Yuuto, if you’re not busy, help out with the student council.”

 

“Is that an order…?”

 

I have nothing more to say to my friend, who smiles somewhat happily while letting out a sigh.

There was just a little distance between our shoulders, which had not been together for a long time, but I am sure that the slight discomfort will shorten in the near future.

 


CH#228

#228

 


Even though I have the title of a Student Council member, I still am a student of Sakuranaoka Academy.

So, for the first 30 minutes or so after the opening ceremony, I was in the atmosphere of the event.

 

After moderately digesting the food items offered in the name of commodity check, I emerged from the student council’s tent.

I walked up to the outdoor stage, which was still unoccupied after being used for the opening ceremony, and saw that several students were carrying equipment and other items.

 

“Let’s get started then.”

 

President took the lead, turned around, and announced.

Now comes the rushed part of the day.

 

The student council tent will be left to Shizuku and Kirasaka, while the rest of us get down to business as a student council.

There is work that needs to be done before Kaede and the other students from Kikyo Jogakuin join us.

 

The committee is currently going around the school to see if there are any problems with the preparations for the opening of the event.

The student council handles dealing with problems that cannot be handled by the average student, although it’s not like the problems would be solved on the spot.

 

President has an intercom attached to her ear, and students are in contact with her.

On the executive committee member’s side, Shiraishi would be wearing the same one as a representative.

 

In these days of the rapid popularization of smart phones, it may seem old-fashioned as a means of communication, but I heard that this was the best way to get in touch quickly.

 

Just don’t tell anyone I wanted to try one myself.

The other goal is to keep an eye on the entire event schedule behind the stage, which is now standing nearby, and to make sure that the final program proceeds without a hitch.

The executive committee is the main body that manages this festival.

 

Therefore, Shiraishi is still in charge of the general work, but the student council is the one who gives detailed instructions and makes corrections.

They are asked to proceed roughly and make detailed corrections.

 

This is the method of managing this festival, which Shiraishi and President discussed and decided on together.

At first I thought that the opposite role might be better, but when I thought about it, the small size and small scale of the student council as a student council is more appropriate in terms of the role of correction.

 

And we are currently in the process of making that correction.

After Miura heard President’s call, she walked up to the student closest to the stage and the first to use the stage.

Koizumi then began the final meeting with the student who would be the host of the stage.

 

I, along with Hino-kun, will be doing the simple work of carrying the appropriate equipment to the indicated locations.

 

Let me tell you, simple hard work is surprisingly useful.

As a must-know information for modest boys, it may become a necessary skill for future male students, so much so that it may be included in future textbooks.

 

Maybe it’s not really that necessary, because driving might be the number one.

 

Yeah, I’m on a roll today.

 

After carrying the large piece of sound equipment that the Music Club will be using for the concert, I looked down at the students from the top of the stage.

 

Mysteriously, the phrase of looking down on others becomes true if one’s a giant.

The crowds are like those at a summer festival, and I thought to myself,

I hate crowds.

The noise and clamor reaches deep into my ears, and a sense of fatigue envelops my entire body.

 

Even though I am not doing anything out of the ordinary, the atmosphere of the place makes me mentally tired.

The different routine is not a routine that I have been accustomed to, so I cannot adapt to it.

There may be such things as pleasant exhaustion and joyful fatigue.

But in the end, it is a feeling that can only be experienced by those who have enjoyed the moment deep down in their hearts.

 

Even now, in front of my eyes, students are repeatedly running and walking in all directions.

Some are carrying their belongings that will probably be used in the class performance, others are shopping, and still others are enjoying the festival without worrying about anything.

 

Not a single one of them looks or acts the same.

They all have different values and behaviors, and then each finds enjoyment in their own way.

This is what makes everyone different and everyone good, I understand.

Because I have no classes, too, so I feel like I’m getting something out of it.

 

 

From the stage, I could see the specially designed main gate as a whole, albeit from a distance.

The students of the organizing committee were handing out guide maps of the school to the people who were constantly passing through the gate.

 

Naturally, Shiraishi was among them.

Occasionally, a student acting as a messenger would talk to Shiraishi, and each time she would convey instructions with a thoughtful expression on her face.

Every time she is troubled by a thought, she is probably holding her hand against her chest onto the notepad in the breast pocket.

 

It is the lifeline of her actions, and most importantly, her brain.

I see her working hard in the corner of my eyesight, and move my hand, which had involuntarily stopped, as well.

 

The students, seeing that the stage program will soon begin, are even more lively.

In the midst of it all, Miura heard something from a student waiting by the side of the stage and rushed over to us.

 

“The Light music club, the students attending the lunchtime performance have asked us to wait about ten minutes for the program to begin due to a class performance.”

 

Comparing the time schedule in her hand with the current time on her wrist, President and Miura looked at each other with bitter expressions.

I also heard the distant sound. I involuntarily looked at the clock on the school building to check the time.

 

The current time is just before 10:30.

The first group will proceed at exactly 30 minutes, but the students of the light music club, who were to advance from there and take place before noon, declared themselves late.

Some students were bold.

 

I can’t blame that student in general because of his/her role in the class, but let’s be on time, please.

Because I’m in trouble …management delay = means I’ll be late getting home.

Really, I’d appreciate it if they’d stop this.

 

“So, I will give priority to the performance of the dance club after group one.”

 

Miura’s words were followed by a compromising proposal.

Following these words, a settlement was proposed.

 

“I’ll have them help me with the drum roll at the pageant, and before that, I’ll put the performance in.”

 

Miura then bowed and left to tell the students who were waiting aside what she had just said.

 

Next, Koizumi told President about the requirements of the matter.

 

“The handicraft club is preparing a surprise for the advisor’s birthday, and they have asked us to invite the teacher on stage.”

 

“Why are you going making this a surprise even for us, the management? …We’ll try to make some time by shaving a minute off each of the first half of the interval.”

 

Placing her hand on her forehead, she let out a sigh.

Really, these guys are on an up-to-the-minute schedule, so I’d like them to say something congratulatory.

 

Koizumi must have been asked to approach the President because of his kind nature.

Hino-kun made a small comment about his feelings as the two of them were busily running around among the students. 

 

“Senpai, isn’t it better for us to help them…”

 

Hino-kun is such a kind man despite his red hair, large build, and fish eyes that give him the appearance of a complete delinquent.

But now that kindness must be put aside.

 

If you can afford to worry about such things, then carry even one thing quickly, …and think about the fact that the work is being carried out in parts of so you won’t stumble over it.

 

If you compare us to the human body, President is the brain, Hino-kun and I are the arms, and Miura and Koizumi are the legs.

All of us are sharing the necessary work, which makes it possible for us to carry out our tasks efficiently.

 

To stop the work here would be to put off the entire process.

Don’t think, but feel, as if you were a cog in a society in which you will be placed in the future.

 

I’m a cog, I’ll never work, I’ll never get paid enough …and I’ll eventually give up…

 

Anyway, we just have to do our work as arms.

By thinking this way, I can remove unnecessary thoughts from my brain and only move my body.

 

Koizumi told the student who was the moderator what President had just instructed him to do, and then approached me standing in the opposite direction.

Pretending to be working nearby so as not to arouse President’s suspicion, he whispered into my ear.

 

“Shinra-kun, I was also preparing to present a bouquet of flowers to the President at the closing ceremony…”

 

“…”

 

…I guess the president’s words resonated with me as well.  

<BBX: Koizumi prez here, I’m ‘p’ for Koizui and ‘P’ for Akane, incase y’all haven’t yet noticed>

 

Even if he couldn’t tell President himself, he must have felt guilty for keeping it a secret from us, too, Koizumi said, looking apologetic.

 

I think he was probably worried about President’s ability to gather information and didn’t tell us about it either.

 

It was a good decision.

 

But…

 

Let’s not do more surprises…

 

“Yeah……”

 

I let out a sigh and a wry smile, and told Koizumi, who blushed.

< +1 Love rival(?) >

 

“Well then, everyone, I’d like to start the program for the open-air stage!”

 

After a few moments of preparation and correction, the first performance began outdoors.

A female student utters a loud voice with a so-called moe voice that seems to have a star at the end of the word.

 

Then, the brass band in the back played the school song, signaling the start of the performance with a fanfare.

 

As I watch this scene from the side, President puts her hand on the intercom near her ear.

Without saying anything, she put her fingertips to her chin and pretended to think.

 

Koizumi and the others looked at her to see what was going on when she turned her body towards me.

Shinra, I need you to go to the committee members’ tent.

 

“Are we short-staffed?”

 

When I asked this, President shook her head.

She let out a breath of exasperation and then uttered the words that have become customary for this type of event: “Claims.

 

“It’s a complaint.

 

“…”

 

That’s right.

I had a feeling that was the case.

 

I expected that President would have a tough time leaving this place and that it would be unsuitable for the gentle Koizumi and Hino-kun at the time I was invited.

 

“Excuse me, please.”

 

“No, …you chose the right person for the job.”

 

I still am President’s assistant.

I can’t refuse a request from her.

 

When I lightly returned the words to President who had a bitter smile and an apologetically dark expression on her face, I turned my body in the opposite direction of the stage.

 

If the complainer were to be a scary person, I would definitely call Hino-kun, I thought to myself as I headed toward the target tent with heavy steps.


<BBX> : I’m back. 😃


CH#227

#227

 


After the opening ceremony in the shopping district, all the students of Sakuranaoka Academy boarded the buses lent by Kirasaka’s father.

The sight of a total of five large buses bringing them in was a sight to behold.

 

I got on one of the buses as well.

President, Koizumi, Miura, Shizuku and Kirasaka were also scheduled to be on the same bus.

 

However, Hino-kun was the only one who doesn’t want to get on the bus at all.

He squirms at the boarding gate, but his legs do not move forward.

 

“…What are you doing?”

 

“No… it’s…”

 

In his hand was an SLR camera he had bought along.

I don’t even need to ask him what he was going to shoot.

 

The first thing on the schedule after the opening ceremony is the Kikyo Jogakuin chorus in the town hall.

It is an opportunity that Hino-kun, who has worshiped Kaede as a goddess (provisional) ever since he was saved by her before, so he wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity.

 

Understanding what he was thinking, I asked that.

Excessive words would’ve been conveyed to him in a slightly more nuanced way than they should be otherwise.

So instead, I waited for a response with a straightforward question.

 

“Are you sure, senpai? It’s Kaede-san’s first cultural festival.”

 

“…”

 

He reveals the feelings he would have had in his heart at the time I was silently getting on the bus.

His words and voice are strong and loud.

He must have genuinely had doubts.

 

I couldn’t find the words to reply immediately to Hino-kun’s words.

To tell you the truth, I would like to leave such an event alone and see my younger sister’s bright appearance with my own eyes.

 

The only family member in the Shinra family for me right now is my younger sister.

She is the only one who has spent time huddled close to me, the one person who understands and loves me more than anyone else.

 

However, there are reasons to suppress this desire.

 

“…She won’t be pleased when I go to visit her now. Rather, she would scold me for why I abandoned my job.”

 

Serious, but pampered, and perhaps actually happy.

Maybe it’s just me thinking that, but I’m the only member of her family in a situation where our parents aren’t home.

 

While there is some anxiety around the first festival, it would have a huge positive impact emotionally to have family members there to see the event.

However, Kaede would still refuse.

 

The younger sister, who thinks more about those around her than herself, was somewhat like Shizuku.

Perhaps it is because she has always looked up to her like an older sister, and that part of her is similar.

 

Perhaps that is why a wry smile leaks out when I exchange glances with Shizuku, who was getting on the bus.

 

“Hino-kun,.. get on, this is my order as a senior.”

 

“…Yes.”

 

By nature, the Assistant for the Student Council has no authority to order anyone.

Although the situation and the mood of the moment pushed him over the edge, Hino-kun reluctantly got on board the bus.

 

When the last person took his seat, the bus started heading towards the Sakuranaoka Academy.

The bus journey took about five minutes.

 

In the meantime, while everyone else was chatting and enjoying the atmosphere, President was quietly catching her breath.

This is the real opening of the festival.

 

The previous ones were like tutorials, and the opening ceremony in the school after this is her first big performance.

 

 

 

 

The bus quietly parks at the bus stop in the school.

Students disembark in groups and head towards their tents.

 

In the middle of all this, Koizumi took out a large loudspeaker and began to explain what was going to happen next.

 

“The opening ceremony will begin in five minutes in the central plaza. All students must be present.”

 

At the sound of Koizumi’s voice, which echoes through the air several times, some students checked their clocks and quickly walked away from the scene.

They are probably proceeding with minimal preparations before the opening ceremony.

 

I too went to the student council tent and hung my jacket in the appropriate place.

Then I stood in line by the stage in the central plaza and waited for all the students to gather.

 

The order is, President, Koizumi, Miura, me, Hino-kun, and, on a tentative basis, Shizuku and Shiraishi in the last row.

Kirasaka was waiting quietly behind the stage, in the shade of a tree.

 

Within a few minutes of Koizumi’s announcement, many students had gathered in front of the stage.

After confirming that most of the students were present, the opening ceremony began under Koizumi’s leadership.

 

“First of all, I would like to ask the student council president to make an opening statement.”

 

With these words, the atmosphere in the area changed and became quiet.

My eyes were drawn to her as she stepped onto the stage, and I waited quietly so that I wouldn’t miss a single word she was about to say.

 

Her brown hair shines in the sunlight as she walks, and her steps remain light. 

There was no nervousness in her behavior, and she stood in front of the microphone with an accustomed demeanor.

President looked at all these students and then slowly began speaking.

 

“My last cultural festival has come. Three years have flown by and this year’s preparations have felt like just a few days. …It’s sad to think that it’s really the last.”

 

At these words, the atmosphere at the venue became somber.

But then, just as quickly, President declared in a loud, clear voice to cut through the earlier gloomy atmosphere..

 

“That is why I declare that this festival will be the best! Students, enjoy and remember it, and for the sake of the upcoming student generation for the Sakuranaoka Academy, show them that this is what high school life is all about!”

 

The words were delivered with arms outstretched, and the entire audience erupted in cheers and passion that seemed to shake the entire place.

The teachers applauded the opening declaration, which was short and minimal, but still grabbed the students’ attention.

 

All the students applauded generously as President made a small bow and stepped down from the podium.

It was a moment that clearly showed how much Akane Hiiragi is loved by the students.

 

 

The opening ceremony was closed with introductions by the principal, the town mayor who had somehow arrived from the shopping district, and Reiya Kirasaka, who had personally donated for this school festival, and was also invited to the stage.

While the students quickly moved to their posts, I focused my attention on a single point without moving from my initial location.

 

The other person noticed this, too, and walked over to me, without even bothering to have a conversation with the heads of the school.

 

“It’s an unexpectedly quick reunion, Shinra Minato-kun.”

 

“…If you were going to come to the opening ceremony, I could have made preparations if you had told me beforehand.”

 

Well, saying to make preparation is just a matter of sentiment.

 

Reiya Kirasaka, still in his expensive-looking suit, chauffeur and with a secretary, showed up and surprised me.

Of course he would’ve had to adjust some time from his busy schedule, but it’s a little too much to think that a single student would take his interest this much.

 

Kirasaka, who made a similarly small bow to his father next to me, had nothing to say and was looking at the situation ahead on the spot.

 

“…So till what time today?”

 

“I’m thinking of staying as long as time permits, plus I’m interested in the sweets my daughter and you are serving up as a team effort.”

 

…I’m actually more of a waiter and customer service guy.

I don’t dare to say that because I feel like I’ll meet him in a different place if I tell him that.

 

I didn’t want to meet this person on this day because I feel like I’m more nervous whenever I meet him.

However, what has come cannot be helped.

 

When I was thinking of some way to pass the conversation along appropriately, the director unexpectedly turned his back on me.

 

“I think I’ll start by looking at the announcement from the Jogakuin’s side. Shinra-kun’s sister is there too, so I’m interested.’

 

“Ah…is that so?”

 

When I was relieved at the time when he left so easily, I couldn’t help but straighten my spine when he turned around again.

When I was thinking about what he would ask, it was a simple question

 

“Are you brother and sister alike?”

 

“No,… we are so different that I would say we are complete opposites.”

 

“Hmm… Your parents were overseas, weren’t they?”

 

“Yes, my father was supposed to move out on his own, but my mother is there to support him, so we are living alone.”

 

…Seriously why do you need this information now?

The fact that he directly asked for information that he could have asked even from his daughter, was this just checking facts?

 

However, there is nothing that comes to mind that would be his motive behind the behind the question, so I wonder if the person wished to confirm that it was not true.

After hearing this, the director had nothing to say and proceeded in the direction of the main gate.

He gets into a luxury car parked there, drives off and disappears.

 

“What …was that?”

 

“It’s best not to think about it, my father is mostly a mystery.”

 

Kirasaka also did not refer to the earlier question in any depth, and after seeing him off, she began to walk towards the student council tent.

In the meantime, I wondered if there would be anything to talk about, but in the end I chose Ayataka (green tea) …silence.

 

“Would you like some yakisoba?”

 

“We have frankfurters too!”

 

After the opening ceremony, the loud voices of business were heard all the way to the student council’s tent.

The activity gradually began to pick up, and more and more people started to arrive after the opening ceremony in the shopping district.

 

The Kikyo Jogakuin tent next door is still unoccupied, so we, the student council, have not opened for business as well.

 

We had only made preparations and were ready to open at any time.

Under these circumstances, Shiraishi’s eyes sparkle at the cultural festival that has finally begun.

Her eyes were wide open and she was staring intently at the students with her nose in the air.

 

With her by my side, I sat down in the student council tent.

I was chewing on the donated food for sampling, placed on the table.

 

“Minato-kun, you’ve got sauce on your mouth.

 

“You idiot …this is state-of-the-art makeup.”

 

Giggling, Shizuku takes out a piece of tissue and offers it to me.

I can’t understand… after all, it could be a modern trend that was difficult for me who usually doesn’t wear makeup.

 

Immediately wiping the sauce from my mouth, I reached for my next target, the grilled chicken.

People often say that the food served at festivals is not tasty, but to be honest, it is cheap and uses store-bought ingredients, so it has a consistent taste.

 

It’s better than being served a taste you don’t like at a restaurant that tries to be unique.

With this in mind, I put the yakitori in my mouth.

 

“Oh dear, there’s a stick stuck in your mouth, Shinra-kun.”

 

“This is because I am eating yakitori… don’t say misleading things with a straight face.”

 

Next to Shizuku, at the back of the student council tent, Kirasaka announced this while looking down at the book in her hand.

No, a person with a stick growing out of his mouth is dangerous in terms of common sense.

 

Or rather, it is too painful to watch.

When I cast a cold gaze at Kirasaka, whose sense of humor is too low, she raises her mouth in a grin, as if she enjoyed that reaction.

 

President, who was looking at the conversation between the three of us with a gentle gaze like an older sister, checked the time on her wristwatch and stood up.

 

“It’s about time the students from Kikyo Jogakuin came in. Eat in moderation.”

 

“Eat…?”

 

The student council tent still has a lot of food on the table.

All of the food and beverages from all the stalls were placed there.

 

The students have offered to give us this as a token of their appreciation for all the preparation we have done so far.

It would be a shame to leave any behind.

 

Koizumi, Miura and Hino-kun all ate their fair share, but there is still quite a bit left.

When I offered her another yakitori, President fell silent and stared blankly at me, wondering what I was thinking.

 

…What now? 

As I watched quietly, President did not …accept the yakitori I offered her, but put it directly into her mouth.

Is this what they call an ‘ahn’?

 

Bending down and holding her swaying hair by the ear with her left hand, President’s face came close to my eyes.

A slight flowery fragrance from President tickled my nostrils.

 

The completely unexpected behavior made my body stiffen.

After taking a small bite, she returned to her original position and chewed on her food.

Then, after swallowing, she smiles victoriously, not at me, but at the girls sitting next to me and behind me.

 

Even as the President …some things are unacceptable.”

 

“You’ve some nerve …really good one at that.”

 

President’s transparent provocations had a great effect.

Shizuku and Kirasaka both look completely outraged.

 

With a low voice, Kirasaka’s eyes were sharp and cold.

As for Shizuku, her gentle smile disappeared and she looked emotionless and scary.

 

“The two of you, I wanted to tell you. The festival is also a competition, you know?'”

 

The words, akin to a declaration of war of some sort, were thrown from the senior to her juniors.

The three of them exchanged glances.

 

This is a completely a scene of carnage.

No, it’s really Koizumi and Miura with Shiraishi moving to the edge of the tent to not get involved completely.

 

 

It’s scary, I’m scared too.

However, I can’t escape because I was completely sitting in the center of the three of them.

In the midst of all this, I turned my gaze to Hino-kun.

 

“Is this …tapioca milk tea!?”

 

…Has he never been to a shop with his friends before?

Was he this impressed by it’s taste for the first time?

 

…I know, but let’s try glance at him too.

My last remaining glimmer of hope was short-lived, and I spent some time in this situation with my shoulders narrowed.


<BbX> : I tried putting an AI art of Shizuku on the novel page, hope you like it. 😄