Table of Contents
Prolugue
~First Defeat~ 2nd Year, Class C, Kazuhiko Nukumizu
Intermission Beware of Unfamiliar Faces
~Second Defeat~ Actually, This Person and I…
Intermission Can’t Stop the Nighttime Snacks
~Third Defeat~ Leave It to Me When It Comes to Sneaky Paths
Intermission Other People’s Secrets Are Sweet
~Fourth Defeat~ Shiratama Riko’s Revenge Operation
Epilogue 1st Year, Class F, Shiratama Riko
Tsuwabuki High School Gymnasium
I stood under hundreds of eyes on stage.
Oh right, it is the freshman orientation club introduction.
With Yanami by my side on the left, Komari to my right and me alone in front of these mic stands, I swallowed nervously.
"Oh, er… you know, the Literature Club and… we do things like read together or write stuff too!"
The seated freshmen listened closely as I broke this down.
It seems pointless but the lack of reaction on their faces isnt insolence; they are all seriously stuick and refined, Tsuwabuki students. Your low response rate should not concern you.
Next up was Komari. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the girl next me squirm.
Komari from the above-mentioned Literature Club is now vice-president and has gone through several events.
She nodded slightly and… fled to my back.
She hadn’t grown at all.
“Hey, its your turn to speak!
“…I’ll leave it to you.”
Komari held onto my jacket, squirming a bit.
All in all, that was pretty much what we were expecting. I coughed and kept going.
Oh um… we also submit to literary magazines, and make club journals.
Moving on to round 2.
After the party-rocker, OUR secret weapon came on stage ( I wish she was more of a secret at that time;) Yanami Anna!
Yanami pat her pocket, took out a sheet of paper into shaking began to read.
“Soba Dog—5 stars. OK, but in very large chunks of yakisoba so you would like it. Ogura Sandwich—5 stars. Its taste cheap and being full of sweet red bean paste is the best recommended. Fresh Cream Bread—”
…What on earth?
Yanami-san, what are you reading?
“Huh?”
And, so confused, Yanami blinked and began searching in her pockets.
“Gosh, I took the wrong paper! Where is the script Nukimizu-kun?"
“How should I know? And, oh yeah don't spread your trash."
Yanami's cellophane wrappers fluttered from her pockets.
Interestingly, Yanami discovered she was stage shy.
While scrambling to pick up the filthy things, I felt eerie and looked down.
…a questionable character lives the shadows of the stage.
A female high school student in a track uniform with a crumpled brown paper bag over her head, was gawking (or attempting to) at us. Yakishio, what are you doing?
Yakishio getting down to a crouched finish starting stance
Wait, is she going to leave like that?
The paper bag had no air holes so she could not see where was in front of her and she started facing the wrong way. Nothing good could come out of this.
“Yakishio, wait—”
I spoke and those words seemed to trigger Yakishio as he bolted into the mix.
She took a step to the microphone and made a pause, as if about to present Literature Club.
But in zero visibility, she rammed into us and all of fell onto the stage.
The gymnasium was screaming.
The microphone stand tumbled forward with a thud before me, as I lay splayed on the stage in mock agony.
And I, well - finally somehow managed to pick up the mic and speak.
This basically means “We will do stuff on clubroom of the first floor in west building after school! Please come!”
…The ear-piercing shriek died down to allow the fog of silence settle over the gymnasium.
Indeed, the freshmen of this year are… quite sophisticated.
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