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Table of Contents
Illustrations

Summary of the Previous Volume

Chapter 1: Culture Festival 1

Chapter 2: Culture Festival 2

Chapter 3: Culture Festival 3

Chapter 4: Culture Festival 4

Chapter 5: Culture Festival 5

Chapter 6: Cleaning Up

Chapter 7: Party

Chapter 8: Rose and Photograph

Chapter 9: A Certain Day’s Incident in a Bar (Nishino and Alcohol)

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Nishino – The Boy At The Bottom Of The School Caste And Also At The Top Of The

Underground

Volume 2

by Buncololi

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Summary of the Previous Volume In the middle of the school caste, the dull faced
highschooler, Nishino Gokyou, is the strongest ability user in the neighborhood.

He who is in love with dandyism uses his superpowers and lives for work.

While usually going to his completely normal highschool, he is in fact an agent in the
underworld whose name is widely known. His name is acknowledged not only within the
country, but even overseas.

Thanks to that, his sense of values have been warped.

Deeming living in solitude to be the secret to success, without connecting to any other, he
believed he was cool. The cynical way of talking when communicating, was in fact not
suited to him at all with his face.

But even then he passed his days in tranquility.

Before he knew it Nishino had already distanced himself from his classmates, and his
classmates didn’t mind. Both sides kept their distance without invading each others
territory. And they lived their school life in harmony.

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In the fall of the second year of highschool, that balance was destroyed.

During the culture festival preparations, Nishino realized the preciousness of youth. That a
relationship with the opposite sex is important. That the life he lived until now, was empty.
That the future in store for him would be a miserable experience.

The sparkling faces of his classmates. With this in view, Nishino decided to change his life’s
trajectory. I also want to be boyfriend and girlfriend with a cute girl, in order to have a
fulfilling highschool life.

And then, he began approaching the girls of class 2-A.

Starting with the type of girl who doesn’t stand out, Matsuura-san, he continued calling out.
However, his warped sense of values made it difficult.

Between the contrast in the value of his face and his cynical way of speaking, there was no
girl that responded.

Being in a hurry to find his youth, the fired up Nishino began indiscriminately calling out to
every girl. Thanks to that, he became the target of bullying due to the hate he incurred from
the others.

In the end, while he was in the middle of the caste, it only took a few days to drop to the
bottom.

The one who had their eye on Nishino, was the beautiful girl in the neighboring class, Rose
Rebmann.

She too is an agent in the underworld like him. However, her power was in the middle-
level. She had trouble in her latest job because of that. Under the pretext of transferring
schools, it was done entirely in order to obtain Nishino’s assistance.

Nishino who fell to the bottom of the school caste.

Rose who reigned at the summit of the school caste.

In contrast to their work, the position of the two agents in the school were flipped.

In order for Nishino to obtain his fulfilling high school life, he requested Rose’s cooperation.
Rose too, in order to reach her goals, she sought out his cooperation. And together with the
advantages and disadvantages, they join hands.

On the other hand, the ones who were bewildered by Nishino’s behavior was everyone in
class 2-A, and to change your character so drastically in only a

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day, at the very least the class representative Shimizu was getting somewhat irritated.

However, no matter how many warnings he is given, he goes on without noticing.

Thanks to that the position of Nishino in class 2-A continues falling.

Finally, the first day of the culture festival starts tomorrow.

Thus by dragging not only his classmates, but everyone he comes in contact with into his
mess, the story of the boy called Nishino begins. In order to obtain the bittersweet
memories of youth, or else live in solitude and hardships.

The answer depends on him.

Chapter 1: Culture Festival 1

The day of the culture festival, Nishino was feeling an indescribable anxiety.

"No reply……"

Yesterday, he was introduced to someone of the opposite sex by Rose. And he received a
greeting from her. What along with that was a request, a picture of himself, and he fulfilled
the request the evening of the previous day. Since that time he’s been waiting, but the reply
didn’t come.

"…………"

In his hastiness, after not hearing from her for a single night, he thought he was already
thrown away, and his anxiety took over. The sight of him going back and forth in his living
room that was six tatami mats in size, was pitiful.

How many times did he do this, he once again confirms he sent the picture.

"So even a picture like this is useless……"

It was the picture he took the previous day.

To him it was the greatest picture.

His best photograph that he finally obtained after enlisting the help of many people from
major companies.

However, there was no reply.

"…… The promise with her came to nothing"

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When speaking of her he meant Rose.

His expression became extremely frustrated.

He attached and sent the picture around 6 pm. At that time it should’ve been around 11 am
in Italy. Even if it was late he believed it would at most take an hour. If it’s like this then the
communication was certainly cut.

However, the futsumen’s estimation was naive.

It was too naive.

Completely out of his expectations.

The next day came in without a reply. Even with the night passing by, the message still
didn’t come in. Because of his anxiety he couldn’t help but wake up at 4 am, and not
knowing what else to do, he spent the next two hours restlessly in his room. It is now 6 am.

How many more hours should he wait for.

His impatience grew.

But he couldn’t spend his time just going back and forth in his room.

Today is supposed to be a break. Sunday.

However, in order to attend the culture festival today, attendance was mandatory. But
because the class representative Shimizu wanted to start early, their class meeting time
was moved up two hours, so he’ll be late if he doesn’t leave soon.

It was decided that the culture festival of Tsunuma Highschool would be held on Sunday, in
other words today, and it would go on for a two day period into tomorrow’s autumn
equinox that was supposed to be a day off. As as result the Tuesday and Wednesday
afterwards will be days off, and in that way the students will be able to enjoy the lingering
memories of the culture festival

with their new friends.

But at this moment, there was a man who wasn’t even thinking of the culture festival.

"……Is it, impossible"

He mutters to no one particular.

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It’s his first time sending his picture to someone. To begin with, the only time he mailed
people of the other sex was for work, so he has no past experience.

Naturally, the expectations he had were quite high. At least send a response, those were his
sincere thoughts.

Nevertheless, compared to boys, girls are blessed to be approached by those of the

opposite sex. And towards those they don’t like, they are much crueler than boys. If they
don’t think you’re a match, then they can sever there contact without as much as a
notification.

Unfortunately Nishino was not aware of that truth.

"Is it useless even if I’m introduced by a shared acquaintance"

If the time difference is taken into consideration, then the one who was mailed should
already be passing 11pm

Is it no good, is it impossible.

With his series of complaints, Nishino holds on to his small chance of hope, and he waits for
shaking of his phone. Waiting for the vibration that notifies arrival. Waiting for the mail to
reach. Waiting for the picture of the cute girl he has yet to see.

Waiting with all his might.

However, no matter how long he waited, his phone didn’t shake again.

◇ ◆ ◇

There was no sign of a reply coming from the beautiful Italian girl.

Nishino reluctantly heads to the school.

According to the class representative Shimizu’s instructions, the students of class 2-A were
to gather in the classroom 2 hours earlier than the time of attendance. If asked for the
reason, then it’s of course because of the cosplay cafe for the culture festival. In order to
perfect their preparations.

Even if they are dissatisfied, the whole class will make sure to show up at the appointed
time, the reason is because each and everyone of them are looking forward to the culture
festival. The traces of sleepiness they have will disappear as soon as they begin working.

Among them, the only one who’s heart is elsewhere is Nishino.

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"Hey, Nishino-kun"

"……What?"

Anyone could see that he was slacking.

Thanks to that, it wasn’t long before Shimizu zeroed in on him.

"What? Don’t give me that! I told you to get a rag and wipe the floor didn’t I!?"

"Aah, that’s right. Sorry. I forgot"

"And, can you stop that way of talking? It’s disgusting"

"…… S, sorry"

"That apology too"

"…………"

All his other classmates, especially the class representative thought, why is Nishino
slacking like that when we’re doing our best. The existence of a person with no motivation
would not be tolerated.

And due in part to the others, she took the initiative and gave Nishino a job. It was a very
troublesome job. Nobody else wanted to do it, It stinks, it sucks, it’s sickening. In other
words, the 3S.

"Understand? Make sure to wipe it by 8?"

"……Yes"

To this, Nishino was in an even more discouraged state. In his heart he was despairing over
the mail of the beautiful italian girl that still didn’t come.

Even for him, if he continually receives failure after failure, then it’d have an affect. His
words and actions were slower compared to usual.

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Doing as Shimizu said, he goes on the floor on his hands and knees.

He wipes the dirty spots with the rag in his hand.

"…………"

The most likely reason for the cease in communication is probably the portrait he sent.
Although Nishino knew his face wasn’t great, with the work put into that picture, he did
have a little bit of confidence in it.

"Hey! Put more strength into your wiping!"

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"…… Yes"

Shimizu yelled from the side.

He wipes the floor according to those instructions.

"Come on, todays the real thing! There’s dirt over there!"

"…… Yes"

Wiping.

Wipe wipe.

If seen from the outside, it looked like a sheltered young lady and her servant.

"…………"

Nishino thinks while wiping the floor.

While counting the grains on the floorboards, he desperately thinks.

What is it that I need most right now.

"…………"

Soon enough, he got his answer.

At any rate, it allowed his heart to gain some rest.

He practices self control and stress management. In order to maintain a peaceful heart, he
concluded using unreasonable effort is the worst. In order to do his best tomorrow as well,
today he’ll heal his heart.

Then what is it that he must do right now. He once again diverts his attention to his
surroundings, what enters his vision is the rag. It was soaked in water, but it was already
squeezed. It was the rag he used to clean the floor.

It was then he came to a decision.

He’ll cure himself through cleaning.

He’ll innocently clean the floor.

So he decided.

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"…………"

"Look, a candy wrapper was thrown over there!"

"Yes"

In accordance with the control tower, the young lady Shimizu, he single-mindedly cleaned.

◇ ◆ ◇

The two hour extension soon came to an end.

It was now 9 am. The time the usual school attendance begins arrived, and then some more
time passes. Eventually the announcement of the culture festival came in place of the usual
homeroom, and the time of the regular school hours passed by.

The relatively normal culture festival that Tsunuma highschool can boast of had begun.

"…………"

Nishino’s class is a cosplay cafe.

The whole class was organized as a cafe. The school supplies were concealed and in its
place were round tables that were ordered. A partition that extends from the floor to the
ceiling was prepared, and on the other side was a space with simple kitchen supplies.

The 40 classmates didn’t use their one week for nothing.

It was as if experienced workers came and helped.

The hall was furnished with many things like a vase and painting, from just a glance, the
motivation of those in charge was clear. Just the fact that the expenses came mostly from
Takeuchi-kun caused most of the girls in class to try their best. If the door at the entrance
was closed, then it would truly feel like visiting a cafe.

Naturally, the ones who were escorting the customers on the floor, were the superior ones
with a high face value. With the class representative Shimizu as the head of the girls, the
cuteness increased. The boys had Takeuchi-kun at the top of the ikemen army.

As mentioned in the name cosplay cafe, the amount of uniforms they have is nothing to be
ashamed of as they had clothes from anime characters to military uniforms, even uniforms
of famous schools. And they all had a high class feel.

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Thus, within the store the employees cosplayed and behaved in the specified manner. They
would they would change this every hour, and like this they aim for repeat visits. Even the
homeroom teacher was impressed with this plan.

The one who devised this plan was none other than the class representative Shimizu. Along
with the acquisition of materials and negotiations, she was the one who prepared
everything. If it was left to somebody else, then it’d be a normal program, in a normal
culture festival, in a normal highschool, those were the apprehensions she held. After all,
she isn’t aiming for Tokyo University of Foreign Studies for nothing.

With those conditions, there was no place for the largely disliked futsumen. It was the
class’s one in a lifetime performance. Excluding the uncertain factors is the correct
decision. Along with the announcement that the culture festival had begun, he was expelled
from the classroom. According to Shimizu who was dressed as an anime character, can
Nishino-kun go and call people from the hallway?

He nodded to this and left the class, and now it’s nearly been one hour since then.

"Even if they say to call people……"

He slugshly walks through the noisy corridor.

It’s not even 10 am yet, but you can still see people that aren’t students. It’s mostly parents
and other people who were guided into the school before hand. With a flyer in hand they
wander from here to there like a country bumpkin who left for Tokyo.

In about an hour, there should be locals and students from other schools and it’ll become
even livelier than it currently is. Recently the amount of school events that prohibit
outsiders from entering had increased. But among the movements of the world, it was the
principle that helmed the ship and asserted that there should be interactions with the
locals.

"Should I make a flyer"

In an over seriously manner, Nishino moves in order to accomplish the mission Shimizu
gave him.

Anything’s fine, the heartbroken lad only wanted to move his hands.

Where he headed for was the printing room.

There were no other students there. The sound of the operating copier machine was the
only one heard. If the door was closed, then the noise from within the school would sound
far away, it was a calming place.

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"…… Now then"

After taking A4 paper from the shelf, he grabs a pen with his right hand.

He had already memorized the names of the items on the cafe menu because of the time he
was going to translate it. He begins writing the name and adds an appropriate illustrations,
there shouldn’t be a problem with making a flyer.

His classmates already distributed formally made flyers. However, he was not provided
with any. Because of that there was a need to prepare them himself. That’s why he was in
the printing room with the A4 paper and pen in hand.

"…………"

He runs the black ink through the paper.

Since he’s making them he thought of doing more, and so he wrote it all in italian. It’s
revenge for the time the rock fella interrupted his translations, he will now perform it at
this moment. This was the attitude of Nishino who hated losing.

"…………"

It took around 10 minutes to finish the leaflet.

It was a monochrome sheet in black and white.

It was simple, but considering the fact that it was made on the spot it ended up being quite
good.

The design with european letters is sure to have a great effect on the japanese who see it.

"…… All right"

Confirming what he made, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

He immediately heads to the copy machine and makes an order for mass production.

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That day, Rose was dragged into something troublesome.

The location was the light music club. The troublesome thing was a classmate she knew for
the past several months. Belonging to the light music club, today the club is supposed to
have a live performance that was organized by the student council.

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However, as the day finally arrived, the member who was in charge of the guitar fell sick
and is now unable to make it. No matter what, the temperature of the student remained at
39 degrees. Naturally, they were unable to attend the culture festival and the group was
now missing someone.

It was a once a year, three times in their life, big stage. Not outside of the school, but within,
and it was a great chance to show their ability. It was the greatest chance to raise their
school standing, climb higher in the caste, and get a boyfriend or girlfriend a rank higher
than before. There’s no way they’d

give up without a fight.

The group member did their best to fill in the hole. In order to find a replacement for the
vacancy, they searched all over the school.

They even went as far as to consult Rose.

She isn’t a beautiful girl for show. It’s because of her face and the human relation skills she
fostered that she was able to arrive in her position among the upper and lower class
students in just a few months after transferring in.

She is the one who reigns at the top of the school caste.

"H, how about it, Rose-chan?"

At this moment, the one talking to Rose is one of them.

There were only two figures in the club room.

The other members are still searching around the school.

"I tried a few people, but it was impossible"

"…… I see"

"A few people said if there’s a copy then they might be able to, but"

Rose reported the results she had within an hour.

The results weren’t good.

"I understand. It was too much to ask for. But it’s our chance, so I at least wanted to play
one of the songs we made. I’m really sorry, we keep troubling you with requests"

The one who answered Rose was the group leader in charge of drums.

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Compared to the blonde haired blue eyed Rose, it was an ordinary japanese

girl with black hair and eyes. The value of her face was right in the middle.

Supposing humanity were to lose all it’s cosmetic technology her loveliness was enough
that she wouldn’t have trouble finding a life partner.

"I understand"

"Sorry. Sorry for bothering you so much. Rose-chan"

The drum girl bows with deep gratitude.

Rose feigned innocence to this.

Different from when she’s with Nishino, she spoke in her school exclusive manner.

"I myself don’t know the guitar, but if I asked someone, and they fit right in, then they’d
need the corresponding skills. If there was such a person in the school, then you should’ve
at least heard of them"

"U, un. It’s impossible, I already knew. But, if there’s a chance……"

"…………"

The drum girl spoke as if she’d break into tears.

As for Rose, she hated this type of effeminate behavior. If you have the time to cry, then you
should hit your drums while practicing the guitar, was what she whispered on the inside.

However, the other person is a classmate she interacts with. And it’s a rather influential
student inside the school. In order to live an undisturbed school life, she answers in a way
to avoid any resentment. There was still a reason for Rose to be enrolled in this school.

"There’s something I’d like to confirm, would you mind if the helper is from outside the
school?"

"…… Un. With these circumstances, I can’t complain"

"Then with that, the options have expanded a bit"

With her finger on her chin, Rose shows a pensive expression.

It was very lovely.

If Nishino saw it, with no questions asked he’d want to throw a punch.

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"Eh? C, could it be you know someone?"

"I’m not sure. However, I’ll check with my acquaintances"

"Is it fine? Rather, Rose-chan’s acquaintances outside of school……"

"In that case, I’m off to get in touch"

"T, thank you!"

Ignoring the words of gratitude, Rose turns away from the drum girl.

Taking out the phone in her skirt pocket, she leaves the light music club behind.

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After he finished his work in the printing rooms, Nishino loitered around the school with
flyers in hand. With the bundle of 50 papers under his arm, he walks through every floor of
every building. He looks for people other than students and teachers, and when found he
lowers his head and hands over a paper. And he continued repeating this.

"……I gave out quite a lot"

He had experience with this in the past when he handed flyers out for his job while
disguised. At that time, out of 10 people not even one person took one, but today, when he
hands the flyers out, they are taken, and he was somewhat moved by this.

"The environment and circumstances must be important"

One more for the clever fustsumen.

He softly muttered.

And then, the phone in his pants pocket began vibrating. Bububu, bububu, it informed that
mail had arrived. It was an extremely rare response from his phone.

With great speed.

Nishino jumps at this.

He takes it out from his pocket.

He cancels the sleep mode.

Looks at the screen.

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There was one unread mail.

It came

The mail came.

He flings the flyers to the corner of the hall.

Several of the ones on the top were scattered.

Don’t worry.

He operates the phone to open the mailbox.

There was one unread message in bold.

It announced it’s arrival.

Nice going phone.

Nice going communication line.

It came.

The reply came.

It finally came back.

Without as much of confirming the subject and sender, he opens it.

Rose Rebmann. I need to talk. Please come to the roof of the building B.

"…… What is this"

Nishino grips his phone with enough force to crush it.

◇ ◆ ◇

He left for the rooftop of building B that the blonde haired lolita called him to.

After climbing the stairs, he opens the thick iron door. There the sender of the mail was
waiting for Nishino’s arrival. The wind blows, and suddenly Rose’s skirt flies up, the color
of her underwear is seen between her thighs. Today she has a black g string. Low leg as
well.

It is very adult.

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However, without paying it mind, the current Nishino was irritated.

"…… Do you want me to kill you?"

"W, wait, why are you threatening me the moment we meet!?"

She naturally raised her voice as she was threatened by her company.

Sensing that he was serious, afraid, she takes a step back.

Without minding, Nishino asks a question.

"What? What’s this mail for"

"You too, wh, why are you so wild today"

"……. It’s nothing"

Having it pointed out, the futsumen realized his own agitation.

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Some of his composure returns.

"Could it be, she’s already fallen out of love?"

"……"

Is that so he though, and in the next instant he was assaulted by difficult emotions.

With the distance between the two, she was quick on the uptake and continued.

"…… In that case, what?"

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"Well, do these things last long, are they immediately ended, it depends on if they have a
strong inclination, in the end it’s probably a common occurrence?"

"Is, is that so?"

"At least that’s what I’ve heard"

"…….Is that so"

"Eeh"

"…………"

With just a few words, Nishino was being led by the nose.

Years without a girlfriend being equal in age, and equal to the years without graduating
from his virginity. Not even having kissed or held hands.

Exchanging mucus is only a dream within a dream. Therefore with the girl at the top of the
school caste as his company, he had no experience to challenge her in that domain.

"Well today, there’s a chance for you to get acquainted with the oppostie sex."

"What was that?"

Nishino shook from her words.

To him this was something unexpected.

"Currently, there’s a girl in my class whose in a crisis. If you are able to splendidly settle it,
then you may be able to build a favorable relationship with her, that’s what I want to
propose, so how about it?"

"…… You’re not lying are you?"

"Was the one you spoke with yesterday a lie or a fake? If you claim the exchange you had
was a delusion, then I’d also have to consider our future relationship"

"………"

The exceedingly confident Rose.

She was in complete control of the conversation.

Thanks to raising his expectation, the defeated futsumen urged her on.

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"C, continue"

She must’ve been satisfied that the conversation went as she expected.

With her attitude growing, Rose asks a question in a haughty manner.

"I wouldn’t think so, but, are you able to play the guitar?"

"Guitar? I can’t play it"

"Then I’ll change the question, do you have any connections in the vicinity who can? You
must’ve spoken with the punks in the town before right?

There’s a chance that they might have some connections"

"…… Honestly, I don’t see where this is going"

"A person from a band who was supposed to play in the culture festival is absent. And
they’re looking for a helper, so how about it? That’s how it is. If doing it live is impossible,
then I wouldn’t mind a recording of the needed part. I’d like to be introduced to someone
who can solve the problem"

"Aah……"

Nishino finally understood the reason he was needed for.

"As expected, because it’s the day of it’s hard even with money. The people that can actually
do it are also limited"

"I’d imagine"

"That’s why, if you know someone, then"

Hyuu, Rose’s long blonde hair is blown in the wind. Since it’s hitting her face she holds it
down with her hand, and her blue eyes glow behind the disordered hair. The upward
slanting edge of her eyes and her sharp gaze, that must be her true self. Below the the dark
eyelashes her large pupils extend vertically in a way that would remind someone of a cat.

"Well, if you don’t have it, then you don’t, it’d only be one performance that disappears
from the culture festival. No one other than the people concerned are affected, and there
won’t be any grudges. Even I’m not so enthusiastic about it, but how about you?"

"I see"

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"We’ve already checked the school, so it’d have to be someone from the outside, but even
outside of the school, would there actually be such a strange

person that would accept? If you decide that it’s impossible, then I plan on ending it there"

Rose’s way of speaking was indifferent.

But that in fact gave credibility for Nishino.

"…… It’s not like I don’t"

In his mind he recalled a rock princess.

There was no other acquaintance from work that he knew who could play the guitar to that
level. Rather, Nishino didn’t know anyone else who could play the guitar. To begin with,
people who he can get in touch with are almost none.

"Really?"

"Aah"

Saying that he fishes through his pocket.

His fingertips brush over a solid metal object. What he was left with a few days ago was the
business card of the guitarist of the leading rock group in Japan, Ogata Tarousuke. It was a
pointlessly luxurious object made of silver colored metal.

"…… What is, that"

"A magic card that can save us from a pinch"

"As always, those lines don’t suit you. And you pointlessly go out of your way to act
smooth"

"Do you want me to get in contact, or should I stop?"

"Sorry? I won’t bother you anymore, so would you please continue"

It was something that Nishino thought he’d never use in his life. If he remembered it when
he was home, then he would’ve thrown it in the trash without hesitation. That was how
much he cared about it.

"Wait a moment"

He takes out his phone and enters the number engraved on the business card.

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The other side appeared after 10 rings.

[Yes, this is Tarousuke……]

It was probably because the call was from an unknown number.

But the voice of the speaker, Oogata Tarousuke, appeared as if he had just woken up.

◇ ◆ ◇

The same day, the popular rock star is enjoying his hard earned time off.

It was only a few hours ago that he invited an idol who debuted a year ago to a hotel, and
fired off three shots of his prided son inside of her. With his spirit and seed completely
withered, he went to sleep in complete exhaustion, and after only 4 hours he was forced
awake by the sound of his phone.

"Yes, this is Tarousuke……"

His tone was very displeased.

For people who know his character, they’d simply call again in a few hours.

"Tarousuke-san, could it be…… work?"

There was another person in bed with Tarousuke. It was the first year idol naked on top of
the sheets. She was also woken by the sound that entered her ears. With his extremely
displeased face in front of her, so he can also make this kind of face, she thought as she
began panicking.

However, that only lasted a few moments.

"Eh? Ni, Nishino!?"

Tarousuke hysterically raised his voice.

"N, n, nn, not really, it’s not like I’m busy?"

He addressed the phone with a blatantly shrill voice.

It was the result of trying to appear as if everything was fine.

"Right now? Aah, i, it’s fine? Where should I go?"

The sleepy and displeased expression he had were immediately blown away.

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What appeared on his face was an expression like that of a child that was just bought a new
toy, ever pure, with innocence peeking out, and a refreshing smile.

The person himself was trying to desperately push it down, but the tips of his mouth and
his eyes only bent unnaturally. Looking from the side, it was clear that he held an abnormal
interest, concern, and respect for the person he spoke with on his phone.

"Ta, Tarouske-san?"

The surprised idol addressed him.

However, the Tarousuke in question showed no sign of noticing.

"Tsunuma Highschool? Aah, if it’s that, t, then I can go there……"

With his phone in hand, he was crazy for the person waiting on the other end.

"Eh? No, I do have a shoot today, but it isn’t that important, so if you wait a bit the I can be
there soon. Eh? Performance? Well, I don’t want to brag, but if it’s me, then I can learn most
music pieces just by seeing them. "

"…………"

Tarousuke replied to the one on the other side of the line. His expression was one of never
ending joy and liveliness. He hadn’t even shown this expression to the idol he had an affair
with.

It must be because of that, people that easily spread their legs aren’t fun.

While looking at him from the side, she eyes his crotch and extends her hand.

They were five fingers that have dealt with hundreds of of penises in the past.

However, of all things, Tarousuke strike it with his hand.

"……"

The idol shook.

And the ikemen guitarist showed no sign of caring.

"Aah, got it. Can I bring my own guitar? W, well, I am supposed to work from noon, but well,
if you tell me to come, th, then I’ll go. Eh? It’s fine if I have work? No, l, like I said, work can
go to hell for all I care! Are you looking down on me! I said I’m going didn’t I!?"

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His expression had a smile from start to end.

I’m looking forward to it, looking forward to it, so it can’t be helped.

"Aah, bye "

The conversation ended in less than 5 minutes.

At the same time the line is cut, Tarousuke throws the phone on top of the bed sheets. He
quickly goes for the desk at the side of the bed and aims for his laptop.

"Umm, Tarousuke-san?"

"Tsunuma Highschool, where are you Tsunuma Highschool!"

Even though the idol calls out, it was as if it didn’t even register. Tsunuma Highschoo,
Tsunuma Highschool, he continually repeats the word he got from the phone call and hits
the keyboard in a hurry. He moves the mouse.

He tried his hardest to find the place.

"……What’s, with that"

A complaint was silently muttered.

The expression she watched the hurried Tarousuke with was one of extreme uninterest.

◇ ◆ ◇

This is, once again, the rooftop of Tsunuma Highschool building B.

"It looks like it’s fine"

"Th, they agreed quite easily?"

The time displayed on Nishino’s phone was 2 minutes and 15 seconds. The information
that could’ve been conveyed in that time couldn’t be good. If you’re free then I want you to
come with a guitar. The place is a Tsunuma Highschool within Tokyo. That’s all.

"Is that person, really okay?"

"If he isn’t it’s fine to drive him away"

"…… I’m the one that asked you, but I can’t help but have worries"

"How much time until the program?"

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Exactly as she said, Rose was showing some confusion. Without minding, Nishino
indifferently opens his mouth. It was something he should’ve confirmed before hand.

"Ah, umm, 30 minutes before 2 pm"

"Is that so"

Nishino once again looks at this phone.

The current time was a little past 10 am. This is the point in the culture festival when the
performances begin. The stage events are from 10 to 5, and only the ones who requested
permission beforehand are allowed. There’s also a rest period of one hour from noon to 1
pm.

The time schedule was already announced, but if Rose negotiates then they should be able
to shift the times, at least that’s what he guessed. That would only be the final option, since
Tarousuke should have plenty of time to make it.

"Well, we are in Tokyo so it should be fine"

"I’m not really sure, but when you say it’s fine, I believe it"

"Aah"

"Well then, it’s pretty fast but let’s go explain the situation"

"Explain?"

"To the band member"

"I see"

Nishino leves the rooftop under Rose’s guidance.

◇ ◆ ◇

The light music club on the second floor of the club building.

Having never been there once in the past, Nishino was surrounded by several schoolgirls
whose face and names he didn’t know. The room was sound proof as it had a guitar, drum,
and other music equipment lined up.

"Eh? A helper?"

Only the band group with the vacancy was in the room.

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The other people must be out enjoying the culture festival.

"Eeh. I’ll introduce him"

Rose stands besides Nishino.

She goes through everyone present and introduces them.

"Class 2-A Nishino-kun"

"Hello"

The futsumen bows and gives his greeting. To leave a better impression he even goes as far
as showing a rare smile. Making the best of his previous reflections, that is his own way of
progress.

However, what took place wasn’t as good.

What’s with that forced smile, Rose rebuked in her heart.

"Eh? Ah, ni, nice to meet you……""Wait, can Nishino be…… ah, s, sorry.

Nice to meet you""…… Hello""W, where the light music club……"

It was an awkward greeting from the band members.

Afterwards, the drum girl continued as the representative of the group.

"Rose-chan and Nishino-kun, a, are you acquainted?"

It seems that they also heard of Nishino’s name. Even if they can’t tell by his face, they
remembered the ring of that name. Naturally, the reason isn’t something praiseworthy. He
wasn’t bullied by his whole class for nothing.

Every band group within the school from first year to third year gather here.

The reason they all remember his name, is because of the bad reputation that was
widespread. Nishino had immediately realized that correcting that was impossible.

"Eeh"

"Is, is that so. It’s kind of unexpected……"

Including the vacant lead guitarist, with the drums, bass, vocals, and guitar, it was a 5
person group. There are two first years, two second years, and one third year. The
members were all female, and this was their selling point for events outside the school.

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Their slogan, active highschool girl band.

Recently the same idea has been increasing in great amounts.

"With that said, you should give him your thanks"

"U, un. Thank you, Nishino-kun"

The group leader, the drum girl, spoke.

Following this the other members continued.

As for Nishino, he gave modest bows in the same fashion as before. No matter how
unfavorably he was viewed, the reason they were uncomfortable was because of the
expression and behavior he had when they met. No matter how bad his communication
skills are, he isn’t a fool.

"…… Then Nishino-kun. What will you do from now on?"

This is bad. Rose sensed the atmosphere and quickly changed the topic.

"If I wait a bit then I should get contacted by the other person"

"Is that so? Then how about waiting here?"

"No, I have something else to do"

Nishino suddenly remembered the flyers he abandoned. In order to enter the class’s good
graces, he couldn’t leave it alone for long. If it’s mistaken for garbage, and the ones in
charge search for whose responsible, then his position within the class will fall even
farther.

"Then how about informing me when you’re contacted by the helper?"

"Okay"

"Eh? Rose-chan, you exchanged your contact info with him?"

The drum leader asked in a very surprised tone.

"Eeh. Should I not have?"

"No, um, i, it’s not like you shouldn’t have but……"

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Inside Tsunuma Highschool, her contact information is something highly valued. The only
ones who received it directly are a few people she’s close to in her class. The amount of
people who wanted it were many.

To think that Nishino would have it on his phone, all of the band members were surprised.

"I also have work in my class, so after he gets contacted we should gather again? Is this
place fine? If there’s somewhere else then we can move"

"Eh? Ah, un. Then, pl, please"

"Then let’s break up for now"

"Understood"

Rose wraps it up, and all that’s left is to wait for Tarousuke to get in contact.

◇ ◆ ◇

After leaving the light music club’s clubroom, Nishino heads to the flyers he abandoned.

However, when he reached the spot, the flyers were already in someone else’s hand, and
they were carried off to who knows where. Perhaps the student council, or a teacher, or
even the public morals committee. They must be in the hands of the people who manage
the culture festival. There wasn’t even a single one left.

"…… How could this be"

He hadn’t even managed to pass half of them out.

However, this did not discourage him. In order to complete the job he was given, he once
again walks to the printing room. It’s the middle of the culture

festival, so the students and teaching staff should be elsewhere.

Just before he made it, he \lightly hits the side of his head in order to fire himself up.

Nishino Gokyou’s culture festival had only just begun. Even if he can’t hit the drums in the
center of the festival, even if it’s impossible to dance to the side of it, he can at least look at
the stage with interest. It was motivation for such a low goal.

"…………"

Nishino collects his thoughts.

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In order to get closer to the center of the festival, to challenge the passion he feels, he has to
enjoy the current time to the fullest. Even if he can’t experience it, no matter how far it is,
he will try his hardest in order to get a taste.

For that goal there is only one thing he could do.

"…… All right"

As a result, the fool once again began making the flyers from zero.

Having challenged it once before, he managed to gain vital experience, and compared to
last time the quality went up a level. Compared to the monochrome first piece, the second
piece had color. He used magic markers to add color with green as the theme.

Nishino excels against adversity.

He writes the italian in monochrome the same as before. The needlessly elaborate contents
will be sure to confuse any japanese. But being clever, this time he added small japanese
letters, attention to detail is his way of self assertion. And trying your hardest no matter
what is his motto.

Maybe he should become an artist when he’s older, so he thought while he finished making
the second version. Mass production on the full color laser printer. This time he prints 100
and he carries them under his arm. In total it took about 30 minutes.

"I did it"

He looks at the flyers in satisfaction and moves to the school.

Changing floors he heads for a place with many people.

At the end of his path, the futsumen arrived at the grounds before the gate were the food
stalls where. It was half past 10, and finally more and more people kept flooding in. The
food related stalls were bait, and as a result the locals came peeking in.

With the situation as it is, he decides to take his position by the gate and began passing out
the flyers.

"Please take one"

Taking position in the place closest to the road, he hands out flyers to people passing by.

Besides him there were other students passing out leaflets by the gate. Most of them were
cute girls. About 80 percent girls and 20 percent boys.

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Everyone was doing their best to ensure the success of their class.

Nishino entered the vision of several students, and for an instant, they grimaced. He had
already crossed the wall known as school year. But confronting him in public was
unreasonable, so he managed to continue handing out his flyers in peace.

"Please take one"

With a courteous attitude, one by one, the flyers were handed out. Those outside of the
school are not aware of his bad reputation. Everyone took one

because of his honesty. There were also people who smiled on the inside, and cheered him
on.

Recently, he’s been excluded and bullied by his classmates, so this fact caused him to feel
some joy, and he continued doing his best to hand the flyers out. He gave his all to pass
them out. And so, it must’ve been after 30

minutes of passing them out.

His name was suddenly called.

"O, oi, Nishinoo!"

The voice resounded on the side of the road.

"……？"

He knew that there was no one else with the name Nishino in the school, so he understood
he was the one being called and turns in the direction of the voice. There was a single car
stopped by the road, and it came from the driver’s seat.

"Your, Nishino right? I, I came"

A high class coupe was stopped.

It was an open top car that has it’s doors open upwards.

"…… You came"

The one on the handle was no one other than the one Nishino called, Ogata Tarousuke.

For some reason, he was much more dressed up than the last time they met.

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Rather than sex appeal towards the opposite sex, it was in order to raise his adult appeal
towards the same sex. A style that was meant to raise your dignity. He wore a high class
brand suit that costs more than 2000000,

furthermore he had sunglasses hanging on it. It was very celebrity like.

Naturally, he also gathers the attention of the surroundings. What’s with this out of place
person, so was what their gazes said. Dozens of the student’s handing out flyers, as well as
dozens of locals who were visiting, and also passerby’s with no connection at all were
staring.

The hands of the students passing out flyers stop. The attendees walking by stop. The
entrance of the ikemen was like a scene in a movie, everyone was interested in it. And for
the current students, the fact that he spoke to Nishino played a big part.

"Culture festival?"

The man in the vehicle asked.

Nishino indifferently answers.

"Aah"

"By the way, where can I leave my car?"

"There’s a parking lot on the other side that the teachers use"

"Got it"

With a small nod, Tarousuke turns the handle.

While looking as the car became distant, Nishino also left for the parking lot.

Chapter 2: Culture Festival 2

It was a reunion at the teachers parking lot.

It was a two seater but there was no sign of someone on the other seat. The ikemen
remained seated on the driver’s seat. It seems he came by himself.

Nishino who was at the side of the door looked down on this.

It was a two seater but there was no sign of someone on the other seat. The ikemen
remained seated on the driver’s seat. It seems he came by himself.

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Nishino who stood at the side of the door looked down on this.

"Speaking of which, you did mention a culture festival"

The ikemen cuts the engine and with calm movements he stands on the ground. As he
stood, the height difference between the two made a complete flip.

"Aah, today’s the first day"

"Tomorrow too?"

"It’s a two day period today and tomorrow"

"Fuun?"

Tarousuke thought of something.

On the passenger seat was the requested guitar, from a glance the leather case looked to be
custom made.

"Could it be you invited me?"

"Well something like that"

"Do, you not have many friends?"

"…… Shut up"

"Hahaa, I hit the mark"

What’s funny, Tarousuke brings his hand to his brow and smiles. Coupled with his excellent
clothing, that action was pointlessly fitting. Even someone of the same sex wouldn’t be able
to resit that. And that was even more so for the ones who were already fans.

Nishino forcefully changes the subject.

"By the way, do you have something to hide your face with?"

"Face? Why?"

"Cause you stand out"

"Aah, I do don’t I? My rock is no ordinary thing"

"…………"

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The ikemen had a triumphant look. That expression looked cool even for someone of the
same sex like Nishino. And that was his ideal.

Knocking him down a peg would be simple. However, that may hinder the plans for the
future. Thinking it can’t be helped, Nishino takes one of the flyers.

"Hide your face with this"

The paper he held in his hand had several holes cut into it. He then takes the rubber band
that held the flyers, and holds it out to Tarousuke.

The one who it was being handed to had no Idea what it was for. He didn’t understand what
role the somewhat crushed paper with holes held.

"…… Ha? What’re you doing"

"Crouch down a bit. I’ll put it on"

"Eh?"

Tarousuke obediently does what he was told and lowers his back.

In response to this, Nishino reaches for the tidy hair. The holes on the paper were meant
for the eyes. Like a mask you can buy in the festival, he fixes the A4 paper used to make the
flyers with the rubberband.

"Hey, oi, wait! What’re you doing!?"

"Stay still for a bit"

"Like I said, oi! I’m the world’s Taro "

"I don’t care if you’re Taro or Jiro, but there’ll be trouble if your face is seen"

"Like I said, wai, ow, the rubber is pulling my hair it hurts! It hurts!"

Nishino continues attaching the copy paper to the struggling Tarousuke.

"…… All right"

It didn’t look good nor bad. The paper was crudely attached with a rubber band. The
alignment of the eye holes wasn’t done very well, thus he had to awkwardly turn his face to
see the futsumen in front of him.

"Oi Nishino, what kind of joke is this"

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"Endure it for now. I’ll prepare a new one soon. Luckily my class is doing a

cosplay cafe so they should have something like that. I should be able to secure one or two
face masks"

"…… Really now, what a jokester"

"Can you walk?"

"Don’t look down on me"

It looks like this ikemen is doing his best.

"Then that’s fine. Let’s go"

With a small mutter, Nishino begins walking as he takes the lead.

Tarousuke obediently follows after him.

◇ ◆ ◇

Rose, Nishino, and all the member of the light music club had once again gathered in the
club room. If there was something that differed from half an hour ago, it would be that
there was a man with A4 paper attached to his face in the group.

"Wait, who is this"

The one who first spoke was Rose.

In front of the wildly dressed outsider, it looks like it was just someone that was brought
into the school from the outside. Is this really the person we’re supposed to count on? He’s
just a suspicious person. The unsaid complaints continue.

"The helper, why?"

"I didn’t mean it like that"

As expected, even she couldn’t hide her doubts that he was nothing more than a suspicious
person.

"He has confidence in his guitar skills. Use him as you like"

"Oi oi, that was quite the introduction? Nishino"

"Will you do it?"

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"No? I came because you called me not anything else"

"Then shut up. Your voice will expose you"

"Really now, it’s hard being popular"

As Tarousuke opened his mouth to answer, the A4 paper was slightly moving. It was rough.
But even then he continued with his grandiose attitude, from the side, he looked like
nothing but a xxxx. (TL: no idea what these x’s are for. I ignored it before but they appear
more often in this volume.)

"W, well, in that case it’s fine"

Realizing that asking for anything more was useless, Rose refrained from anymore
questions.

On the other hand the ones who weren’t fine at all were the one he was introduced to.

"Umm, there’s no time, so if possible I’d like you to see the song……"

The reason was the copy paper guy. The leader opened her mouth while anxious about his
origins. It was also because he was invited by Nishino that the group was even more
worried. It looked like he wasn’t up to the task judging from his expression and the way he
dressed.

As they’re in the middle of the culture festival, there are many students that are dressed up,
but even with the cosplay events, the current Tarousuke still stands out. Even when they
were walking here everyone turned to look at him.

"And the music sheet?"

However, what that xxxx guy returned was a more serious question then they would’ve
thought.

It was a surprisingly cool voice.

The drum leaders heart shook a bit.

"Eh? Ah, eeh, it’s this……"

Ever so timidly, she presents a copy.

And the paper was passed over.

Tarousuke quickly looks over it.

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It was a several papers long. In the view of the public it doesn’t look too difficult, however,
to play the 5 minute and 49 second piece would demand a suitable amount of experience
and skill. It was a piece she composed with all her heart.

The reception it received over the web was great. Putting it on a video sharing site, it’s
views crossed six digits. Even if it were students from the school, it might not have been
people she knew. That was how much determination she put into it.

"Fuun? It isn’t bad"

What was returned, was a condescending attitude from the flyer guy.

"…… Thanks"

The drum girl who had confidence in her work became irritated. Even if she was currently
in the drum position, she also specialized in the guitar and bass.

If it’s the piano then she took lessons since childhood.

She wants to have a job related to music in the future. She wants to go to a college of music.
She already told this to her teacher when she enrolled. She is a student who is already
aware of what she wants to do and took the exams of several private colleges of music.

"So then, um, it’s that piece but……"

But even then she took into account that he was an adult and spoke politely.

Nevertheless, Tarousuke answered at his own pace.

"Well, let’s have a go at it. I’ll also be able to confirm your skills"

"Eh?"

He spoke as he pushed the sheet he had back to the drum girl.

Somewhere in his attitude there was a part that seemed to resemble Nsihino.

"Pass the cable. It’s hard to move because of the flyer that guy attached"

"Your keep pushing your responsibilities to others"

Tarousuke takes out the guitar from his case. To him, it was his most beloved instrument
that he’d never change. It was something he used since before his debut, and it’d something
that let him go all out at critical moments.

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At the time it was sold, it cost 40000 yen. Because he’d be ridiculed if he took it to a live
stage, he rarely exposes it to the media. However, to him, it was something he treasured.

"…… Fender?"

"No, an imitation of it. It’s a model from more than 30 years ago so you probably wouldn’t
know"

"Fuun"

"It’s fine even if I’m the only one that knows it’s value. That’s more than enough"

"What’s with that……"

The drum girl replies with an appropriate mutter, and he lightly begins tuning. Talking as if
he gets irritated at every little thing is part of Tarousuke’s character. The person in
question thinks it’s cool. And it was without minding his surroundings that he was able to
grow so much.

"…………"

He disregards the surroundings and focuses on his guitar.

The way he used his hands was very experienced, however, it looked like he was tense, but
even then, it looked like he was enjoying it. That’s what Nishino guessed as the person on
the other side of the A4 paper made a small smile.

That guy really likes his guitar, after realizing that, even Nishino had to change his
evaluation as a rock fanatic. He had to quickly secure a replacement for the mask, at least
that was Nishino’s way of reflection in his heart.

To Nishino, people who do something with all their heart while disregarding gains and
losses is something he likes.

"These peaceful moments, aren’t bad every now and then"

He casually spoke to himself.

"Dissatisfied?"

In a rare occurrence, Nishino responded.

"No. …… Just, it reminded me of the past"

Tarousuke strokes the string with his finger.

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A pleasant sound is made.

As soon as she heard the sound of the adjusted string, the drum girls body shook. The
sound she heard was something she heard before, in fact it was the contents of the music
sheet she gave him before.

"Eh, no way……"

"Was it wrong? In that case the one with the mistake is the music sheet"

Tarousuke spoke with a self-satisfied look.

"No, um…… is it really, your first time?"

"What about you, are you such a famous composer?"

"But, i, it’s available on the net and other things……."

"To pick up and play some other persons songs, I don’t have that free time"

Tarousuku increased the forcefulness of his tone.

"…… s, sorry"

The drum girl lowers her head in a panic.

To this the faces of the other members stiffened.

For now, the person that was brought along by the one hated by the school,

was exactly as he looked, he wasn’t a normal person, and they understood it at that
moment. With the A4 paper obscuring his vision, Tarousuke carefully played what was
written on the music sheet from beginning to end without a single mistake.

◇ ◆ ◇

At the time the flyer guy matched the music, the whole light music clubs opinion of him
made a 180. From, hurry up and leave, to, I ask of you to continue guiding us, and it didn’t
stop at lowering their heads.

"Ah, umm, sorry for a lot of things"

"It’s nothing to worry about. That’s what being young is about"

"But……"

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If you look closely, the suits and shoes were high class, and behind the flyer, his hair was
neatly arranged. Looking at the side, you can see the cheeks that can’t hide their ikemen
aura. For highschool girls at the peak of wanting to do it, there was no way to fight against
this.

Out of the five one was missing. Out of the remaining four, all of them fell for the flyer guy.

As for the member who was unwell, the other began feeling gratitude towards her.
Especially the leader, the drum girl, she had no plans for him to end his time with the light
music club. She was desperate to make this meeting have a next time.

"Umm, if you’d like, do you want to exchange information?"

It hasn’t even been an hour, bus she already asked with her phone out.

And so, in a nasty voice the flyer guy asks Nishino.

"So you hear, what should I do? Nishino"

"…… Do as you like"

"So you heard. Sorry but treat me like a one time helper"

"I, I see……."

Her mutter was filled with regret.

At that moment, she felt like she was born for this meeting, and she still feels it. It was only
an instant, but she glanced at Nishino with irritation. Instead of Rose who proposed it, she
directed her negativity to the futsumen.

"But umm, fo, for today, thank you very much for today!"

Not being discouraged, she raises a loud voice and makes a deep bow. It seems she didn’t
give up at just exchanging their contact information.

Following her, the other members also lowered their heads.

"Aah"

Tarouskue replies with a wave of his hand.

"Well then, is the problem settled with this?"

With the vacancy safely filled, Rose asked.

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"Eh? Ah, u, unn! Really, thank you Rose-chan!"

The drum girl spoke in a state overcome with emotion.

"The one who called the helper wasn’t me but him?"

"But, the one who introduced us to Nishino-kun was Rose-chan"

"…… Well, that is true"

They asserted that the one who introduced them to the opposite sex was the one with no
place there, the blonde haired lolita. It made her feel uncomfortable as expected. She shook
from the gaze of Nishino standing to her side.

On the other hand, as if implying, you aren’t needed, the futsument wasn’t feeling any less
uncomfortable than her. Even now, standing at that place was sorrowful.

"…… Then, the rest is up to you"

Nishino turns as if running away from the room.

Following up on this was the flyer guy.

"Oi Nishino, don’t leave me"

"It’s fine if you’re here isn’t it?"

"What’s that? Could it be, your jealousy?"

"…… Say what you want"

Nishino leaves the room. Following soon after, was Tarousuke who nimbly took his guitar
case in a hurried manner. Together the two leave the light music club’s room. Patan, with a
satisfying sound, the room’s door closes.

The ones left were Rose and the members of the light music club.

After the two men left, the drum girl spoke.

"Nishino-kun and that person, what’s their relationship? No matter how I see it it’s adult
like"

"Who knows? I can’t imagine how his relationships are"

Once again another question came to Rose’s mind.

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As a friend of Nishino, what had happened went too fare. Even for her who knew of the
futsumen’s background, she felt that he’d accept it even if he was being extorted behind the
gymnasium. It was a fact that he was being bullied by his class.

"…… ahhh, is there no way we for us to exchange our contact info?"

"Even I won’t go as far as taking care of that. I’ll wish the best for you"

"U, un. That makes sense ……"

As if trying to get Rose’s help again, the drum girl was immediately rejected.

If it was another student, they’d immediately nod, begin unable to refuse is the typical
japanese style. But that way of not mincing words, was very like her.

For the person in question, she was done with taking care of the kids.

◇ ◆ ◇

The fustumen and ikemen leave the light music club’s room.

Where the two headed to was the vicinity of class 2-A, the class Nishino belongs to. Besides
the highly praised cosplay cafe, the preparation room was filled with cosplays. It functioned
as a costume room for the duration of the culture festival.

Here they managed to safely get a face mask. It seemed to be some sort of mask from an
anime character. They didn’t know the details, buy the mask was good enough to cover
Tarousuke’s face.

As the other students were at the cosplay cafe, there was no other person in

the room. Thanks to this they were able to search as they pleased. With this amount, it’d be
fine to repay at after the festival ends, such was Nishino’s shallow judgement.

It was a mask that opened at the mouth and covered from his forehead to his eyes. Thanks
to that Tarousuke won’t be able to hide his ikemen aura, and the futsumen wasn’t pleased
with this. But, not being able to find any other good masks, should we put this one on? Yes.

After being satisfied with the way the mask fit, Nishino brought his attention to his future
plans.

After being satisfied with the way the mask fit, Nishino brought his attention back to his
future plans.

"Then, I’ll return to my work. You do what you like"

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"You’re the one that called me, and you planning on leaving me alone?"

"Do you want to hand out flyers together?"

"…… That’d be really boring"

"Right? Then just do whatever you want. By the way, my class made something pretty
great. The representative Shimizu went all out. So the cafe won’t be outdone by others"

The futsumen praised his classmates.

"Hee? Nishino praised someone?"

"Is it bad to praise my classmates?"

"Then I’ll check it out. Two men together would be boring. Also, i, if I’m together with you,
then my smooth talking will fail"

"That’s that. Contact me if something happens"

"Contact?"

"My number should be left in your history?"

"Eh? A, aah, tha, that’s right. That’s true……"

"What?"

"No, nothing. Nothing at all"

After their exchange, Nishino turns from Tarousuke.

"See you"

"O, ouu"

Thrusting his hand in his pants, the voice of the former flyer now face mask guy replied.
Without looking back, Nishino holds the left over flyers under his arm, and heads back to
the entrance.

◇ ◆ ◇

As the reason for it was the flyers he left, Nishino kept apologizing. He was the one who
was infatuated with the opposite sex, so he can’t say anything.

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Right now he has to recognize his failure, and reflect on it in order to avoid the same
mistake in the future.

After leaving Tarousuke, Nishino returned to handing out flyers.

The time was 11 AM.

Including the locals who were at culture festival for lunch, the number of attendees kept
increasing. Along the hallways the figures of those other than students were beginning to
stand out. From an old couple in their retirement age, to parents with children who believe
they’d go to the school, there were all sorts of attendees.

And in front of that stream of people, Nishino continued to hand out flyers.

He was currently at the first floor of building B at a corner that is next to the passage that
connects the buildings. Choosing a place with lots of traffic, the fustumen’s energy still
hasn’t waned.

"Please take one"

He continues uttering the phrase he repeated many times while handing out a flyer.

If out of two people one were to take it, then it would all be worth it.

And it’s almost about time he finished handing out the 100 he prepared.

However, a disturbance visited him.

"Hey, Nishino-kun"

"…… Nn?"

He turns in the direction he was called, and there was Shimizu. By her side were two
students he wasn’t familiar with. A boy and girl pair. On top of their uniform, on their upper
arms there was a yellow armband attached.

Judging from their appearance, it was the student council.

"I even told you to be careful, why do you want to bother the class so much?"

"Bother?"

"That’s right! I won’t tell you to not hand out flyers, but you scattered them in the hall! Even
though I had no connection to it I had to clean up your mess! I was even called to the
student council room over the intercom!?"

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I see, Nishino understood.

It seems the flyers he left were recovered by the student council.

It must’ve caught the attention of the management because of the amount.

"Please be careful from now on. Even if it’s the culture festival, the eyes of the teachers are
still everywhere. I also don’t want to be too forceful about this, but in order to enjoy the
culture festival next year as well, please be cooperative"

The male student council member attentively stated his complaint.

He was exactly right.

"Aah, sorry"

Knowing he did wrong, Nishino obediently lowers his head.

"No, as long as you’re careful. Then that’ll be all from us"

"Excuse us"

With a small bow, the student council pair leave.

The series of exchanges were very indifferent.

It was soon after they saw them off.

Compared to the extremely business like pair, Shimizu didn’t plan on letting him go so
easily.

"Understand? Don’t bother us anymore than this?"

"I truly apologize"

"If you truly plan on apologizing, then fix your attitude, your attitude"

"…… I’m sorry"

He once again lowers his head and bows.

Before, Shimizu was going to imply that if something like this happens to the class again,
then he’ll probably be bullied. But she retracts her statement just before she said it. If she
did it poory, then she would’ve been the one looking bad.

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However, this time is different. It was completely Nishino’s fault, and she makes sure to
convey this. If it was Takeuchi-kun instead, it would’ve certainly ended with a simple smile.
But it was the dull bullied futsumen of the class. For someone with a lot of pride like her,
she absolutely won’t allow it.

"Don’t give me an I’m sorry. Do you know your situation right now? Why do I have to follow
up on Nishino-kun’s mistakes. I was having a really nice time in the class, but then I got
stuck with this by myself!"

"No, I’m truly sorry. I’m sorry"

"Really, it’s one failure after another, isn’t it Nishino-kun"

"…… I’m very sorry"

As the reason for it was the flyers he left, Nishino kept apologizing. He was the one who
was infatuated with the opposite sex, so he can’t say anything.

Right now he has to recognize his failure, and reflect on it in order to avoid the same
mistake in the future.

"I’m going back, but don’t ever do anything strange again, got it!?"

"Understood"

If he poorly explained the circumstances then it’d probably end up worse.

The fustumen politely nods.

"Really now, don’t be joking. And I was having a lot of fun……"

With the sight of him so readily accepting, Shimizu’s anger had calmed down a bit and she
turns back.

"…………"

As for Nishino who was left behind, he could only see her off.

I’ve done it again, I have to reflect.

He’s a man who looks back on his past.

And after finding an opportunity, a voice called out to that seriously reflecting guy.

"That flyer, would it be fine to take one?"

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It was a visitor from the outside. A man who appeared to be in his mid thirties. He had a
checkered shirt with deep blue jeans. Connected to his right hand was a young girl of about
8 years.

"Ah, please……"

It felt like he saw him once before, or perhaps not, the person gave off a mysterious
impression.

Even while holding that doubt, Nishino was still able to reply.

"Thank you. Do your best with your job?"

"Yes, thank you very much"

He must’ve seen the exchange with Nishino. As if to council the futsumen, the man gave
some words of encouragement. Nishino never thought he’d be consoled by someone, and
he became a bit happier with that.

"Well then"

"It’s a wonderful cafe, please, come and visit "

"Un. I’ll make sure to intrude"

At that moment, the last piece was handed out.

The flyershad sold out.

◇ ◆ ◇

After handing out all the flyers, Nishino ponders while walking down each hall of the
building. That was about how to distribute the next set of flyers.

What can he do to prevent a situation like the one before.

He was just scolded by the very angry class representative Shimizu. On the off chance that a
similar problem happened again, he’d completely lose his place in class, the futsmen was
likely feeling fear to this.

"….. Paper’s are rejected"

He grumbles while passing by the lively second year classes.

"Then what’s left, are electronics"

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His mission of passing out flyers still hasn’t ended. In order to continue, he begins devising
a safer plan through the process of elimination. And inside of his head, it wasn’t long before
he came up with a new plan to handout the flyers.

He goes through the PDCA cycle. (Plan Do Check Act) A man who kept going around and
around.

"…… All right"

He heads to the data processing room as if natural.

In the data processing room on the top floor of the next door building, there were dozens of
computers lined up. They’re relatively new as they were replaced last year. The room was
open for student work for the duration of the culture festival. Nowadays, computers were
necessary for things like trivial data and documents.

Nevertheless, the people using it during the culture festival were few. At the corridor
leading to the room there was a keep out sticker affixed, this was done to prevent outsiders
from entering. Entrance was limited to students and teachers. Other than Nishino who had
just stepped on the floor, there was only the figure of a male student who was taking a
name on top of the desk at the back.

"Now then……"

He chooses a reasonable computer and settles down, and Nishino begins his work.

His work procedure was no different than before. The only difference is that instead of
writing on paper, he used the computer. He starts up a paint software and begins drawing
with the movements of the mouse.

When using the computer, his expression became remarkably stronger.

Fussing over which font, whether to put images, or to use gradation. In comparison to
version 2, version 3 was a noticeable improvement.

Taking dozens of minutes, his creation was completed.

"…… the server is, well, any should be fine"

With this it will be open to the public through a service that is free for a limited time. He
takes the digital code that allows public access and largely prints it on A4 paper. Pointing
his phones camera to it, the link sent him to

the impromptu web page with the flyer on it.

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He then takes the A4 paper and sticks them on his uniform, one on his back and one on his
stomach.

"All right"

He safely finished his paperless flyers.

Since it doesn’t use paper it’s also good for the environment. He wears his uniform with the
2-d codes affixed on it without shame. He figured that with all the other cosplaying
students, something of this degree shouldn’t be a problem.

Together with a small sense of accomplishment, Nishino leaves the data processing room.

◇ ◆ ◇

At a different place, in the cosplay cafe of class 2-A

"Hey, isn’t that person kind of cool?""Right? There’s something strange attached, but he’s
definitely cool""Rather, I feel like I’ve seen that face somewhere?""Ah, I also thought
that""Isn’t it an anime?""No, in a more real sense"

With the usual classroom atmosphere completely hidden, the class had now completely
transformed into a cafe. The girls were chatting in shrill voices about the customer who sat
by himself.

"I’ll, go take his order now"

"Ah, that’s unfair Shimizu!"

"But I’m the one in charge of that table aren’t I?"

"Buttt!"

Currently the girls were in a classic maid attire while the boys were dressed as butlers.
Shimizu dressed in the former, while wearing a fluffy and frilly skirt, and she took a
container on top of a tray with one hand from the back room to the hall.

It was a table she was in charge of.

The one there was Tarousuke who had just parted with Nishino.

At the futsumen’s recommendation, the ikemen visited class 2-A’s cosplay cafe. Thinking it
was just another culture festival booth for refreshments, when he entered, all he could do
was meekly admire the scene.

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"…… It’s definitely like he said"

It was around that time that an employee came.

"Welcome master"

It was Shimizu in her maid cosplay. Reading the nameplate on her breast, Tarousuke easily
figured out she was the one Nishino spoke of.

"So you’re the one Nishino mentioned"

"Eh? Nishino?"

"Aah, nothing. Just spoke to myself"

I see, Tarousuke was suspicious. Nishino must’ve fallen for this woman. If not, then why go
out of his way to speak of his classmates, and bring more people to the class’s program.

"Umm, could it by your Nishino-kun’s, acquaintance?"

"Acquaintance? I wonder….."

Although he was asked Tarousuke was the one who questioned it. They certainly
exchanged phone numbers, he also gave him his business card. Are they acquaintances. He
continues that train of thought. While still being a little worried, he figures that it’d be okay
to name them as such.

"That’s right. Acquaintances"

"I, is that so…"

Conversely, Shimizu who heard this was surprised from the bottom of her heart. She
thought, how is that dull single-edged eyelid futsumen acquainted with this adultlike
ikemen. It was something that greatly diverted from her common sense.

"Could it be, are you relatives?"

"Nope, there’s no blood connection"

"Ah, is that so"

Tarousuke decided to try and be helpful towards Nishino.

"Speaking of which, that guy Nishino praised you"

"Eh?"

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"He was doing his best for this program"

"Ah, eh? Um, i, is that so?"

"Aah"

Her tone rose as she became flustered from the unexpected words. Nishino praised her, she
felt no joy from that. In fact she felt irritation instead.

Furthermore, it came from the mouth of an ikemen overflowing with

adultishness who wore a mask, how should she deal with it.

"By the way for my order, I’d like a coffee"

"Yes, u, understood!"

But if there was one change inside of her, it would be that she might’ve gone a little too far
back then, and a small sense of guilt built up. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, Shimizu
takes the order and quickly makes her way to the back room.

◇ ◆ ◇

"……"

Ignorant of the fact that he was the topic of Tarousuke and Shimzu’s conversation, Nishino
parades through the halls with the 2-d code equipped.

Within the school he is known for his bad reputation, but that was not known to the
attendees. Using that to his advantage, he used his uniform as a target for his sales
promotions.

"Please, thank you very much"

With that as his greeting, out of every few visitors one pointed their camera at him. There
were also people that saw the site and praised him for the good work.

For Nishino that was a great joy.

It may be something small, but at that moment he found a way to enjoy the culture festival
by himself.

"Please, thank you very much"

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The amount of people that photographed him had already passed 3 digits. The amount had
already almost reached the amount of flyers he handed out.

Slowly coming to terms with this fact caused Nishino to be in a better mood.

The site’s access counter was also progressing nicely.

Usually, other than Marquis who gave it for a job, there was no one who praised the
eternally solo for life guy. Knowing that his work was having a good effect on the world let
him acquire some joy.

It was then, that the phone in his pocket began shaking.

Bububu, Bububu, Bububu.

"……"

Perhaps it’s the beautiful italian girl.

He abruptly takes out the phone from his pant’s pocket. This time there aren’t any flyers to
scatter. There’s nothing to worry about. Calmy, calmly, do it with composure. With a sense
of unease creeping up, he brings up the desired screen.

Hooray, the title was in italian.

Egr. Sig.re Nishino

This is without a doubt.

Immediately his heartbeat quickened, and his pulse crosses 100. He couldn’t hold in the
beating of his heart. Dokun, dokun, while his heart was intensely pounding, he began
feeling some pain. Unable to endure it he moved his feet, his destination was a pillar in the
hall, this way he can get privacy from the crowd.

Will it be good luck or bad luck.

He opens the mail.

Rose Repuman. There’s a rehearsal so please come to the gymnasium.

"…… That woman"

This time it was a crime.

Nishino was magnificently played.

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Chapter 3: Culture Festival 3

After Nishino sends Tarousuke instructions, he leaves for the gymnasium.

The time had already passed 12, and having been absorbed in passing the flyers, he forgot
to get lunch. It was then that his hunger finally caught up.

At the time of his arrival, the others were already there. With the thick curtains drawn, the
sight of the empty audience was in view. It seems that there’s currently an intermission and
everyone had already left. At the corners of the stages there are different colored curtains
spread out, and it was there that the others stood.

After confirming this he goes up onto the stage. The light music club members, Rose,
Tarousuke, the student council member in charge of the stage events for today and
tomorrow, and several other groups of students who are scheduled for the afternoon are
lined up.

"You came. Nishino-kun"

Rose spoke with a smile.

As for the one who was greeted, he wanted to complain the moment they met. However,
because they are in front of a large group of students, while twitching, he manages to
restrain himself. Compared to Rose’s position in the school, Nishino’s is overwhelmingly
lower.

"…… I want to talk with you afterwards"

"Ara, what could it be?"

"…………"

The futsumen was filled with unpleasant thoughts.

On the other hand, the students who saw the exchange between the two start a commotion.
But, nothing else occurred after that. Confirming Nishino’s arrival, the student council
official in charge begins speaking.

"Well then, we’ll go for a light run. Of course, we don’t have much time to go through
everything, so I’ll be confirming the one entering and leaving the stage. If it proceeds as
planned, it should take about 45 minutes, I ask for your cooperation"

"What about lunch?"

Someone else continues.

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"Please take it after the rehearsal ends. I’m sorry for the ones who go early, but please wait
for it to finish. Unfortunately we have no time, I ask that you endure it"

"Uiiii"

Under the instructions of the student council, everyone present takes their positions.

The light music club is third in line. The student council official moves around in a hurry
and eventually takes their place by the side of the stage that has all sorts of equipment line.
With an amp and effector to the sides, they wait for the debut.

It was then that Nishino questioned something.

For what reason was I called here.

"Can I say something?"

"What is it?"

He asked Rose who somehow managed to stand right next to him before he knew it.

"Why am I here? That goes for you too"

"That’s true"

"There’s no point in being here. I’m going to take my lunch"

"Then I’ll also go"

"Wai, Oi, Nishino! Are you going to leave me alone again?"

Tarousuke cried out in opposition to Rose. Being surrounded on all sides by people
separated in age made the young man feel uncomfortable. All the members of the light
music club tried to respond, but the one who was addressed had no interest in them.

Even if he does feel bad for it, Nishino didn’t want to stay any longer.

"I’ll make sure I see the real thing. Besides, you’re surrounded by active highschool girls.
Being surrounded by young girls should be happiness itself shouldn’t it? If it’s you then you
can choose whoever, how about enjoying the little time you have?"

"Don’t say stupid things, if I did something like that then there’d be a scandal. But you’re
really treating me bad you know? There’s no one else who takes that tone with me? Aah, it’s
something to be proud of"

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"What? You want me to be nice to you?"

"Haa, hurry and go off wherever you want. Along with that blond haired girlfriend in tow"

"Haa, hurry and go wherever you want. Along with that cute blond haired girlfriend in tow"

"She’s simply a business partner. If you look down on her it’ll come back to bite you"

"Seriously……"

Tarousuke’s face went blue.

To this, Rose does a slight bow with a smile on her face.If Nishino says she’s a business
partner, then he more or less understood the situation. Thinking about his career, this
blonde haired girl could’ve potentially spent more time in that business than Nishino.

"Later then"

With a one sided declaration, Nishino leaves the side of the stage.

Rose follows along behind him.

"Damn, everything you do is rock……"

Somewhere in Tarosuke who tried to put on a cool air, he felt jealous.

The ones in the surroundings who saw the situation weren’t sure what happened. And the
one with a mask on his face, who was obviously an adult, attracted a lot of attention.

◇ ◆ ◇

After leaving the gymnasium and walking for a bit, Nishino opens his mouth.

His company was the beautiful blond haired loli right next to him. A foreigner that
transferred to the neighboring class a few months ago. The school’s madonna. A
bothersome person in the same business that entices others. To Nishino she’s nothing more
than a nuisance.

"Why do I have to have my meal together with you?"

He spoke while walking down the corridor.

"Ara, would you tell a woman to have her meals by herself?"

"If it’s you then you should have a lot of friends"

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"It’d be bad to call them while they’re busy. And there’s a man with free time close by,
grabbing onto this is only normal for a woman?"

"Is that Francisca’s influence?"

"…… It’s offensive when you say it like that"

"Then eat by yourself"

"Just begin together with me should better the treatment you receive? And don’t you think
little things like this would improve the direction you’re currently heading?"

"As patronizing as ever"

Within the school Nishino is the weakest, and Rose is the strongest.

"I missed my chance to treat you last time, consider this my repayment"

"…… Do as you like"

"It’s decided. Then let’s go"

Rose lightens her pace.

Where they were going was the passage way connected to the gymnasium that led to the
outdoors. Continuing from the main entrance was the first sports ground. It is the best
place to eat in the culture festival as it was filled with stalls. This was probably done so
people can try out various foods.

"Stalls are ……"

"Do you not like them?"

"No, it’s not that"

"Then it’s fine"

As soon as she spoke, she goes to one of the lined up stalls.

"May I have two?"

"Ah, yes!"

It was a frankfurter stall. The one manning the stall was a docile first year. A dull futsumen
just like Nishino. Begin called by the higher existence that was the beautiful caucasian girl,
he acted somewhat strangely.

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The frankfurter was wrapped up and put in a container to maintain the heat, with the two
piled on top of each other it was put in a white vinyl bag. This is then handed to the
customer and exchanged with coins, thank you for purchasing. Working for hours after
opening, he’s built up quite a lot of experience.

Rose who safely bought the meat stick goes back to Nishino.

"Here"

"Aah……"

He was suddenly presented the frankfurter.

With some hesitation he finally takes it.

"What? Your face looks unwell"

"It’s the food you handed me, I just can’t settle down "

"Did I have enough time to poison it?"

"I could’ve"

"Please don’t?"

Sharing his private life with someone in the same trade was extremely unsettling for him.
With stress as if he’d vomit, he strongly bites into the frankfurter. It wasn’t something he
should be fussing about, and for the empty stomach that missed breakfast, the saltiness he
consumed was comforting.

The two continue walking to other food stalls as they eat the meat sticks.

The placement of the stalls where arranged beforehand by the student council, and they
reached up to the gate of the school building.

"After you’re done eating hand over the skewer. I’ll get angry if you throw it out here"

Being a few bites slower than Rose, Nishino finishes the frankfurter.

And then, noticing this she extends out her hand.

"…… Aah"

He passes over the skewer, and she takes it and places it in the vinyl bag.

"What a diligent person"

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"Isn’t this a part of your country’s customs?"

"Who knows"

"Ah, there’s takoyaki"

"…………"

This person goes at her own pace, Nishino thought.

She stood in a daze by his side, and then she moves to the stall selling takoyaki. In the same
way as the frankfurter, she orders two and returns to the futsumen. It seems she really is
planning to have her meal here.

"Here"

"Do you eat octopus?"

"If it isn’t toxic, then I eat mostly anything"

"If I had the leeway you have, then I wouldn’t have to face such troubles"

"It’s only because you’re weak. Don’t compare yourself with others"

"Well, it might be like that…..but, here"

With the sound of the rustling vinyl bag, Rose presents the box that held the takoyaki. The
vinyl bag that had the skewer of the frankfurter inside is hanging down from the wrist of
her right hand, and the two boxes were held in both hands. Walking like that must be
difficult.

"Do you want to sit somewhere?"

"I’m fine with walking. Are you tired?"

"…… then there’s no problem"

Taking the box, they now partake in the takoyaki.

They carry it to their mouth with chopsticks.

The two continue chewing their food.

"I had an interest in the japanese school’s culture festival since long before. It really is like
in anime. The image I have of the japanese is not one of them having parties, so this is quite
unexpected?"

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"Unlike the american’s and europeans the japanese don’t have that much vitality. But when
they have to do something they do it in one go. This is also a once a year event. Don’t
compare us with you people who go and get drunk, or grill their things every weekend"

"Speaking of which you’re also very japanese like, it’s quite fitting"

"Well thanks for that"

"By the way, I have a question"

"…… What?"

Rose asks while looking at the ikayaki stall they walked by.

"Takoyaki is octopus wrapped in wheat flour, but isn’t ikayaki simply grilled fish? Why are
they so different? Is there a different name for grilled octopus?"

"Where takoyaki originated in Kansai, melted wheat with minced up squid is called ikayaki,
grilled squid is something else. Nevertheless, the shape isn’t a sphere, it’s more like a badly
made pizza, the only similarity is they’re wrapped in wheat"

"Hee. You’re well informed"

"No, it’s just something well known in Kansai"

"Is it delicious?"

"Ikayaki is also junk food. If you like deep flavors then you’ll probably find it delicious"

"Does this stall sell it?"

"It doesn’t look like it"

"Ara how unfortunate"

The continued talking while walking around the food stalls, from the side they looked like
nothing but a couple. Therefore the gazes of the surroundings were doubtful. Why is that
futsumen alone with the school idol.

There are a considerable number of male and female pairs enjoying the stall’s. However,
the majority of them are couples. If it was during the weekday you could think that she was
just caught, but at least on this day, it held a special meaning.

"By the way, you eat rather quickly"

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"Do you have to complain about every single thing someone does?"

"I wasn’t trying to complain. Here, hand that over"

"…… Thanks"

In an experienced motion, Rose collects the box that held the takoyaki and the chopsticks
that Nishino used. Like the frankfurter skewer, she neatly places it in the vinybag she held.

"Didn’t you also finish eating"

In fact it was Rose who finished before Nishino.

She eats rather fast for her small stature.

"Now then, what should we eat next?"

"…………"

With her spacious stomach, the blonde haired lolita immediately began looking for a new
stall. Nishino walked by her side without saying anything.

Speaking anymore than this would result in only losses as there’s nothing to gain, he’s not
sure how many times he already repeated this in his mind.

Takeuchi-kun didn’t tell him she was his woman for nothing. She was already a person
from the same business that he should reject. On top of that she was also another person’s
woman, the futsumen’s interest in her didn’t rise at all. When this type of woman grows,
they’ll end up like Francisca, that is the belief he holds towards women.

In that way the gloomy feelings in Nishino grew stronger.

But then, the goddess of fortune came to his rescue.

While going around the stalls with Rose, they finally hit an end. The chance came when they
were going around the corner and a student appears. That person sees the two and calls
out.

"Hmm? Rose-chan?"

It is Shimizu.

"Ara, hello"

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To Rose, she was simply the class representative from the neighboring class that she’s
recently been tied to by fate. They come to a stop and give a small bow. On the other hand,
Nishino does nothing but stare at her while standing still.

The futsumen understood that she didn’t want a greeting from him.

"Rose-chan, what’re you doing in this place?"

"I’ve been having my lunch"

"Eh?"

With the casual words of the beautiful blonde haired girl, Shimizu glances at Nishino.

With what she said, it was simple for anyone to see what was happening.

"What about Shimizu-san?"

"Me? I’m looking for a freind……"

"Is that so? I wouldn’t want to get in your way, then excuse us"

"Ah, that’s right, Rose-chan!"

"What is it?"

"If you’d like, do you want to search together?"

"Eh?"

"We had promised to have lunch together, and I’m at a loss not being able to get in touch
with her. It looks like she left her smartphone in class, no matter how much I call she
doesn’t answer"

Shimizu makes a proposal to Rose in order to help.

That was 100 percent an act of kindness to her.

It was the war to save the beautiful girl from the clutches of Nishino.

It was a sense of duty caused by a one sided interpretation of the situation.

"Do I know the students of your class?"

"They’re the ones who were at the italian restaurant on Sunday"

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"…… I’m sorry. I don’t quite remember them"

Having this much said in front of him, the dull fustumen at the bottom of the caste
understood that he wasn’t welcomed here. In addition, there was no reason for him to stay
by Rose’s side.

Fortunately he lines up an excuse.

"I’ll go take a nap until the live starts"

With a short mutter he immediately turns away. He walks away from the two in a hurry.

It was only natural from Shimizu, but Rose was also unable to chase after him. The time
was noon, in the stalls lined up on the grounds, large groups of students and attendees
were coming and going. With people going right and left, his figure disappeared into the
crowd in the link of an eye.

"…… Really"

Seeing the futsumen’s back disappear, Shimizu lets out a sigh as if to say, good grief.

"Are you fine?"

"What, is?"

"Him, it looks like he got carried away the past few days, he tried to meddle with the girl in
class, and he was a nuisance during the culture festival preparations, he also managed to
trouble the student council and his classmates today, there really is no helping him"

"……. Is that so?"

"That’s right. And he also managed to drag Rose-chan in. He thinks there’s no problem just
because it’s the culture festival. I wish he’d learn his place.

Could it be he didn’t look into a mirror? Did he not even consider the rank of

the person he was chasing after?"

Shimizu was more talkative than usual.

It seems it’s the result of the stress that has built up after having to deal with Nishino
recently.

Her tone was somewhat violent.

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"Eeh, that’s true"

On the other hand, Rose only calmly smiles.

It was like a doll, so were the honest thoughts of the class representative when she saw her.

"It was a lie that I was searching for a friend, sorry. I said something strange"

Being lured by her company’s smile, Shimizu’s expression softens up. As if the
dissatisfaction and complaints she’s rattling on about were false, she lightly laughs with a
smile. With Nishino away, her mood improved. The tone of her words were also relaxed.

"Ah, by the way, did you already have your lunch Rose-chan?"

Shimizu asks as if forcefully changing the topic.

Her gaze lowered to the vinyl bag in the blonde haired lolita held.

"…… I, was just in the middle of eating"

The words Rose returned were a moment late.

"In that case, do you want to go together? I’m also about to eat"

In fact Shimizu had just come back from shopping at the convenience store.

The vinyl bag she held was from the neighboring store that belonged to a

major chain. There were probably more people than they expected in the cafe and were
now running low on ingredients.

After delivering this to the class she’ll change with the afternoon shift, and she had plans
for her lunch break. She was trying to devise a plan to have lunch with the ikemen group
Takeuchi-kun is a part of that was also in the morning shift.

"Rather, do you want to be with me and a part of my class? The morning shift ended so
we’ll be having our lunch now. Where switching with a different group for the afternoon"

"Even though I just received the invitation, I’m sorry. It’s my first time in a school event like
this in Japan, so there are a lot of things I’d like to see"

"Is that so? Then how about we guide you?"

"…………"

Rose considers Shimizu’s invitation.

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It took about 5 seconds.

And eventually, what came from her mouth was a smile.

Her well shaped mouth slightly curved, and she replied in a delightful manner.

"In that case, I’ll be counting on you?"

"Then it’s decided!"

Shimizu cheerfully replies.

The tension from the culture festival must’ve been weighting on her.

"Then I’ll have to put double the effort in, sorry but can you come to the

classroom with me? I have to hand this over to the others in the class. There are also a few
other tasks to do"

"Okay"

"Thanks, Rose-chan"

An amicable conversation between fellow girls.

In addition to Rose, Shimizu is also plenty beautiful. They were two lovely girls, and they
were now talking while getting along with each other, for all the boys present, they couldn’t
help but take glances at this spectacular scene.

◇ ◆ ◇

Nishino who parted with Rose went to the rooftop of building B

In the morning he paraded around the school handing out flyers, he also spent time with
Rose and Tarousuke, he went here and there. He was forever in the crowds of people, and
his body was more exhausted than he thought.

He also ate takoyaki and a frankfurter, food with deep flavors. As his empty stomach was
filled, what visited him was a heavy drowsiness. He was finally having his break, so he
thought of taking a nap and went to the rooftop, on top of the water tower.

The empty roof is quiet, warm, and calm. He rolls up his uniform jacket and uses it as a
pillow, being able to hear the distant racket enter his ear was the greatest feeling.

As a result, the time passed in the blink of an eye.

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As he was dozing off, he felt a vibration at his thighs. Bubububu, a small motor was
vibrating. It was the vibration that informed of the arrival of mail.

"……"

With a shake, Nishino jumps up.

The existence of the beautiful Italian girl is still largely present in the futsumen. Without
minding the fact that he got up so soon, his consciousness quickly returns.

However, his hopes were betrayed for the third time.

The name on the sender in his mailbox was one he has recently become accustomed to. The
letters read, Rose Rebmann. Where are you in the gymnasium? Those words were written.

All of a sudden he checks the time, it was already 1:50 pm.

It seems like she’s already there. She was probably looking for Nishino and sent a message.
To think that the one she was looking for was sleeping on the rooftop until now.

"…………"

While thinking about going back to sleep, he remembers Tarousuke.

His performance with the light music club starts at 2.

As he was the one who called him, Nishino gets up and heads for the gymnasium.

◇ ◆ ◇

There was just enough time to walk from the rooftop to the gymnasium.

When he arrived at the entrance, the sound of the guitar and drums had already started.
The 30 minute time frame given to the groups wasn’t long, so they had to cram in as much
as they could.

"Where did you go? It already begun"

In the vicinity of the venue, Rose immediately found him.

She stood with arms folded at the side of the door used to enter.

Her expression was somewhat dissatisfied.

"I slept for a while"

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"…… If I didn’t contact you, would you’ve kept sleeping?"

"Probably"

"Well that’s fine. Let hurry"

On her urging, Rose and Nishino move into the gymnasium.

Immediately after crossing the door, the sound of the instruments became even louder.
Through the amplification of the amp, the sharp sound spread to every corner of the
gymnasium.

While listening to this, Rose swiftly moves forward.

"Oi"

"What? Isn’t it easier to see from the front?"

"…………"

"What’s wrong?"

"No, it’s nothing"

To begin with why am I with you, the words were stuck at the edge of his throat. This was a
dangerous place so all he could do was swallow those

words, so Nishino follows after her. As expected, Nishino wasn’t willing to say such things
in such a crowded place.

"Let’s stay here"

"…………"

She takes her position on the empty seat that is right in the center of the front row.

Thanks to that, Nishino also had to sit in the center.

He looks up at the stage after taking his seat, his eyes immediately meet Tarousuke’s.
Behind the mask of unknown origins, they certainly reached a mutual understanding.

"Isn’t that person you brought extremely skilled?"

"…… Well, even like that he’s still a pro"

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The mouth under the masks turns into a self satisfied smile. As a result Nishino’s mood
became worse. It felt one sided, as the fustumen was forced to watch him.

"It was unexpected for you to have that kind of acquaintance"

"It’s someone I met just a few days ago"

"Then, could it be from that previous matter?"

"Aah"

"…… I can see why he accepted. Even with such a way of asking"

"He was probably lured by girls in uniforms if anything?"

"…………"

Exactly as Rose said, even for amateurs ears, it was obvious that there was a large gap
between Tarousuke and the other four members.

"Who is that?""Did we have someone that tall?""Could it be Takeuchi-kun?""Actually, that

has to be an outsider""He feels like an adult doesn’t he?""Isn’t he crazy good?""Instead of
just being super good. It feels like a real live""Seriously who is that"

Besides Nishino and Rose, all the others were trying to figure out the origins of the masked
guitarist. No matter how it’s seen, the figure that crossed 190

and wore a brand suit had to be an adult.

"I understand why you decided to hide his face"

"Don’t tell anyone else. It’ll be a bother"

"I won’t go and tell. I’m no child"

"You and me are both children"

"You think so?"

"Aah"

It was then that the song finished.

The guitar, drums, and vocalist became quiet. Only the base continued with its rhythm. At
the same time, the leader who played the drums takes the mic and gets up from her seat.

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The audience was restless as they anticipating what was coming.

As if responding to this, a voice comes from the speaker.

"I’ll be introducing him to everyone here. There are probably a lot of people already
questioning the one in the lead guitarist role"

With the mic in one hand, she briskly makes her way to Tarousuke.

"Today, in place of a member who fell sick, he came in as a helper, the mysterious super
guitarist, Mr.T-san"

It was probably because of these stage’s influence. With excitement on her face she fluently
speaks her lines. If she was still sober then it’d certainly be an embarrassing mic
performance.

"Mr.T-san over here was introduced to us by our Tsunuma Highschool’s very own Idol,
Rose Rebmann. However, other than the name T-san, there’s nothing else we know. He is
covered in mysteries!"

Cheers come out of the audience as the drum leader continues her owds.

They were getting fired up by the unexpected production. For a perfectly average high
school’s culture festival, an event that reaches this height of excitement is quite rare. By all
rights something like this usually can’t happen unless friends were used to ignite the
crowd.

"However, we are convinced. There is no mistkaing that this T-san is a renowned guitarist
in the world. And that’s why I’d like for everyone here today, on this stage, to remember the
music of T-san!"

Rose opens her mouth.

"…… That woman, I’ll have to silence her later"

"Leave it alone"

Without knowing of the exchange that happened between the two, the drum leader
continues.

It seems that she got arrogant after her session with Mr.T.

She isn’t aspiring to enter a college of music while aiming to be a pro for

nothing.

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"In the future, we the light music club will speak to everyone of T-san’s true identity. So for
those with confidence in your ears, figure out the source of the sound and the player, and
come to the light music club after school. If you are able to determine T-san’s identity, they
you’ll be rewarded with a wonderful present from us!"

With mention of a reward loudly spoken, the already energetic crowd became even livelier.
It seems that her mic performance was well received.

"Is that fine?"

"…………"

Even Rose began feeling awkward at what was happening.

However, the drum leaders recklessness didn’t stop there. It must be because she greatly
enjoyed the session with Mr.T. So with sparkling eyes, she continues her speech.

"And while we’re here, Mr.T-san will be giving everyone a hint. Mr.T-san, please tell us the
name that Mr.T-san was influenced by the most. It doesn’t matter if it’s more than one"

The drum leader acted more like an entertainment reporter as she showed her ability.

She brings the mic in her hand to Tarousuke’s mouth.

If Mr.T was that type of old man then something would’ve already happened.

But the stage continues without even thinking of the before and after.

"Let’s see……"

The one asked shows a troubled expression, and soon enough, his gaze

moves to the seats directly in front of the stage.

"It’s a bit wrong to say influence, but if there’s someone I’m interested in right now, then
they’re in this space, it’s someone very close to me. The reason I’m standing her right now,
is also because of that "

"Ooou!? In other words, there’s someone you’re concerned with in the school?"

"…… Well, interpret it as you like"

"I, I see!"

The drum leader ignored the audience in her excitement.

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The other members made eye contact in order to fight against this. Hey hey, it’s
embarrassing so stop it already. I didn’t hear about this. This wasn’t planned beforehand.
With such thoughts they were beginning to get impatient.

However, it didn’t reach the girl whose switch had been flipped.

"Thank you very much! What an unexpected development this is!"

Tarousuke who answered had a satisfied expression. A smile came from the mouth that
wasn’t concealed by the facemask. He isn’t a performer for nothing. Showing off comes
naturally to him.

For Nishino, this pointless attention only caused him to feel sick. What he wants right now
is a cute girlfriend, not a male ikemen friend. Even if the probability of being surrounded by
girls increases, it’s still something he wants to avoid.

"Now then, it may be fast, but we’re moving to the next song!"

The mic changes hands from the drum leader to the vocalist.

As soon as the next piece started the tone became more wild.

Only the base stayed relatively the same, but as the other instruments were added in, it
took on the form of a whole new song. With the voice of the vocalists added, what was
played was a famous song by a band that is well known to the students.

Nishino and Rose didn’t know, but in fact, the next song is Tarousuke’s song.

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"He’s good when he tries"

"Eeh, that’s true"

Hereafter, being dragged along by his guitar, the performance of the light music club comes
to an end.

◇ ◆ ◇

After the performances in the gymnasium ended, Tarosuke departs from Tsunuma High
School. Other than the member of the light music club, a number of students that were

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interested in him came to see him off, they watch as the foreign open top car departs from
the teachers parking lot.

For all the students who saw this, they no longer thought of the mic performance as a
production or exaggeration, they were now convinced. With the successful plan of the
drum leader, they soon began the search for the mysterious guitarist’s true identity.

As for Nishino-

[Class 2-A, Nishino-kun. Class 2-A, Nishino-kun. Please come to the classroom immediately]

Immediately following Tarousuke’s performance, he was called over the intercom for some
reason.

He doubles his pace as he moves to the class, what awaited him there were his classmates
in the cosplay room.

Compared to the classroom next door, it was a smaller room. It was the room where they
procured Tarousuke’s face mask. It’s true use is to act as the student guidance room, but it
isa named the education preparation room.

It was then that he heard the shocking truth.

"…… The morning earnings disappeared?"

"That’s right!"

Shimizu yelled in front of Nishino.

Along with irritation she showed her blatant anger.

"You, do you know anything?"

In the preparation room were several students of his class.

They were the ones in charge of the hall in the morning.

And they now surround Nishino inside of the room.

"No, I don’t know"

"Then I’ll change the question"

For now, she stops herself and then speaks.

"…… during lunch, where and what were you doing?"

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Her eyes are filled with suspicion.

As for what suspicions, didn’t you steal? That suspicion. And it wasn’t only her, all the
students there were also of the same mind. Compared to the glares he usually gets in class,
these were much more piercing.

"I was sleeping on the rooftop at noon"

"Was there someone with you?"

"No, I was by myself"

"…… Is that so"

Being put on such a stage, even Nishino with his elite rank in bad communication
understood the contents of what was being implied.

However, he didn’t do what he didn’t do. So he opens his mouth to object.

"If you’re doubting me, then you’re wrong"

However, his opponent wouldn’t accept this.

"There are several testimonies"

"……Testimonies?"

"Were you wandering around this place in the morning?"

With Shimzu’s words, several of his classmates standing besides her nod.

They were likely the witnesses.

"Aah, that’s true"

He answers honestly.

In order to get Tarousuke’s face mask he came to the costume room. And then, when he
was about to answer, he realized. Come to think of it, I still haven’t returned the mask, it’s
still attached to Tarosuke’s face.

"What were you doing here?"

"…………"

Now then, what to do.

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The fustumen was considerably flustered.

"I looked for something to hide a face"

"Haa?"

From the way the conversation was going, Nishino knew this would become troublesome.

Everything can be exposed, and proving his innocence would be easy. If it’s with the
testimony of Tarousuke who has a high position in society, then all the members of class 2-
A would have to agree. However, in order to do that, he would have to expose the identity
of the masked guy. It was an undesired development for the futsumen.

What Nishino desired was youth. With himself as the protagonist, and a lover as a heroine,
it’d be the story of their love together. If he were to throw a famous celebrity in the
equation, then everything would collapse. Everything would be lost as he becomes the
inexperienced sub character.

That would be the creation of the second Takeuchi-kun.

Naturally, considering Nishino’s position, there should’ve been no way for him to be in
contact with an ikemen.

With his long history as a futsumen, it was something quite easy to imagine.

In order to meet with the ikemen, other may offer sex, but Nishino’s desire for youth was
nothing so cheap. What he wants are beautiful memories, his priority isn’t in his lower half.

If possible, he wants a future bride.

If he were to pass the age of 30, he may compromise and give into that.

Being able to have sex with highschool girls isn’t bad, and he may compromise. However,
right now he is still in his teens. He has a future. He has the present, he has hopes.

"Hey, what do you mean by that?"

However, Shimizu didn’t wait for him.

"I meant exactly what I said"

He has to press forward even if it’s reckless.

He continues with that resolution.

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"You, could it be you stole some clothes?"

"No, I didn’t plan on stealing. Just borrowed"

"Th, that’s what they call stealing!"

The class representative began going crazy.

For the duration of the cosplay cafe, she was the one responsible for the lease on the
costumes. From big things like the chairs and tables, to small things like the cosplay
accessories, she was in charge of everything.

She is a meticulous woman. She isn’t aiming for Tokyo University of Foreign Studies for
nothing.

"I know where it is. I’ll make sure to return it"

"…… You know"

"It’s true that I was here in the morning. However, to connect that to stealing everything
else, isn’t that unreasonable? Collect yourselves and think calmly, for someone as clever as
you, you should be able to understand"

In a rare display, Nishino takes a confident stance against Shimizu.

This causes the class representative to reach her boiling point.

"Wh, what did you say!?"

"It still fine since it’s only the first day. We should search once again with the whole class.
These types of things can be easily lost between people, so there’s a chance it’ll be found in
an unexpected place"

"Is this the shamelessness of a thief?"

"You’d be better off not doubting everyone. Even if you had suspicions, you shouldn’t voice
them in front of others. In the case that you are wrong, the embarrassment you receive will
be great"

"Wh……"

"There are still 3 hours until the day ends. Let’s all search after that"

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If these were Takeuchi-kun’s words, then everyone would have listened. He did have the
most reasonable opinion. However, the one talking until that moment was Nishino. And he
held no persuasive power towards the others.

To the ones surrounding him, anything he says will only thought of as an excuse.

"Oi, Nishino. Were you the one who did it?"

A male student raised his voice.

It was Suzuki-kun who held great admiration for Shimizu.

"How many times do I have to repeat it. It wasn’t me"

"Then tell us who did it!?"

With Suzuki-kun’s complain, all the others looked on in agreement. No matter how much
they argue they’ll never reach a consensus. The situation will continue escalating unless
Nishino manages to take the earnings out of his bag.

It was at that time.

The door to the preparation room opens and a new student appears.

It’s Takeuchi-kun.

"OoOo, you’re going at it"

He speaks in a light tone to the group.

"Ta, Takeuchi-kun……"

"I understand that the class rep is in trouble, here, today’s the fun and exciting culture
festival isn’t it? I might not know the exact amount, but to defile our hard earned memories
of this day, is something we mustn’t do?"

The ikemen spoke.

"Do you want our memories of high school culture festival to be something so cheap?"

Everyone in the room faces him.

Confirming that everyone was looking at him, Takeuchi-kun continues.

"As for the person who did it, that isn’t good at all? But shouldn’t we be enjoying our
current time? If not, then all the hard work everyone put in last week will come to nothing"

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"Takeuchi-kun……"

Other than Shimizu, all the others looked at him with spellbound eyes.

It wasn’t only the girls.

But also the boys were also swallowed up by his ikemen field.

It was in the middle of that, that only Nishino couldn’t read the atmosphere.

"Aah, it’s as Takeuchi-kun says"

Nobody wanted to hear that, but he shamelessly went and spoke.

Because of that, the bodies of everyone present shivered as the became irritated. Don’t say
those things you bastard. At this moment, the thoughts of all the members of class 2-A were
in synch.

In response to this, Takeuchi-kun speaks in a louder voice.

"With that settled, come on, let’s all go to the hall!"

He forcefully changed the location.

Our culture festival, has only just begun.

He appealed to that emotion.

"…… that’s right. It’s like Takeuchi-kun says"

Shimizu agreed.

All the others also nod in agreement.

"That’s right, that’s exactly right""Isn’t it! To ruin our mood with this sort of thing would be
a waste!""As expected of Takeuchi-kun! You always manage to say the perfect
words""That’s right! I feel like I’m about to cry!""Ah, me too!"

After the stiffness in everyone’s face dissolves, they leave the room.

Worsening our mood by spending any more time with Nishino would be a waste. There’s
no way we’d lose against a coward. No matter how big a wall stands in our way, our youth
won’t lose out. We’ll enjoy our current time to the fullest. So they thought.

Their cheerful voices echoed out.

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With the sound of their steps being left behind, they head to the cafe next door.

As the last student leaves, the lights are turned off. Patan, and the rooms only door was
closed. At that moment, the education preparation room becomes calm. Immediately after,
lively sounds are heard from the classroom that was separated by a single wall, it was as if
it came from a far away place.

Only Nishino was left alone in the small room.

"…………"

At last, Nishino had finally lost his place in class.

◇ ◆ ◇

As planned, the first day of the culture festival ended at 5 pm.

Because the second day was tomorrow, there was no cleaning up today. The students,
together with their friends within and outside of the school will look back on the events of
the first day. And along with that, they look forward to the second day that has yet to come.

That is surely a precious page of youth.

No matter how many years pass, no matter how many decades pass, it will be a memory
that never fades.

"…… I’m home"

As for Nishino, he immediately returned to his home.

At the same time, all the students of class 2-A are now holding an after party

in celebration of the end of the first day. It would be a lie to say he didn’t want to
participate. The Futsumen wished to participate. However, it wasn’t much, but that
atmosphere was not one he was invited to, so all he could do was return home.

Naturally, there was no voice to greet his ‘I’m home’.

His pet hamster is also asleep.

After Nishino gets home, he eats some rice, takes a shit, take a bath, and sleeps.

Chapter 4: Culture Festival 4

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The next day, on the second day of Tsunuma Highschool’s culture festival, Nishino attends
as usual.

As for his face, it was also the same as usual. After a good night’s sleep, his mind had
recovered. When he was feeling down he was as sad as he wanted to be, but after doing
what he needed, he once again faces forward. That is his secret to success. And it’s how he
lived until this day.

"Good morning"

A morning greeting. In an unusual display he calls out to his classmates.

However, even if he continued repeating himself, he’d never received a reply.

It seems that the class’s treatment towards him had been agreed upon by the class last
night. After confirming it with his morning greeting, as planned, he comes to a decision.

Thus, it’s impossible to become a riajuu within the school.

"Class rep, what should I do today?"

"…… Do whatever you want?"

"Okay. Thank you"

A one sided sentiment that came to nothing. Nishino who was forcing this wasn’t foolish.
Thus, he affirmed the decision he made before. There was no hope within the school. And
he decides to move onto the next plan.

Reorganizing his feelings, he takes the first step forward.

Nishino leaves the classroom, and in the same way as yesterday, he equips the 2-D code,
and hands out the electronic flyers. He decides to walk through the corridors and through
the grounds. His gait is no different than usual. But, from the gazes he received, it felt like
there was something different in them from yesterday as the took glances at him.

"Please, thank you very much"

He distributes the flyers in the corridors.

His aim, girls with different uniforms.

For he who gave up on getting a girlfriend from his school, he changed his target to the
other schools. It was as if a business that couldn’t work out within its country, so it moved

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outside the country. Half of the japanese are women, so the futsumen continues his useless
endeavor.

With one night’s sleep, the virgins mood had completely recovered.

Just as he wanted, there was an abundance of girls that wore different uniforms.

"If you’d like, here"

"Nn?"

He gets right to it and calls out to a passing girl who was from a neighboring school.

It was a highschool girl that bothered to wear her uniform and go to a different school
culture festival. From her uniform she was from a neighboring private school. From the
way she looks she was also Nishino’s type. A girl with a tidy feeling and a somewhat plane
look. However, even if she wasn’t from his school, there were still troubles.

As he was waiting for a reply, it wasn’t long before an audacious voice

intruded.

"Oi, what’re you doing calling out to someone’s girlfriend?"

"Nn?"

It was a student wearing the Tsunuma Highschool uniform. From the indoor shoes he wore
he was a year above. And from how he looked, he’s the sporty type of ikemen. A lively kid
with skin burnt by the sun. The baseball clubs ace, his darkened skin was the result of
sacrificing his summer vacation in order to practice.

"Ehh? Could it be, I, was getting hit on?"

That was correct.

It became a very awkward situation for Nishino.

"Really, be more careful? There are a lot of weird people"

"Jeez! If you’re saying that then make sure to protect me"

"I know I know. Come on, let’s go"

She grips her heroic boyfriends hand with her own.

She was delighted when it was gripped in return.

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"Also, that second year over there! Yeah you!"

"…… What?"

"Just because it’s the culture festival doesn’t mean you can act out of line.

You understand?"

The dark skinned ikemen barked in a low tone.

After scolding his junior, and asserting his manliness, and with a short but powerful line, he
showed his strong manly appeal. It was something that matched the position of the sporty
ikemen.

Nishino had no words to reply to this.

With their arms entangled, the futsumen sees them leave while they act continue flirting. In
that state, he kept watching until they turned the corner and disappeared. Within the
school, Nishino is powerless.

It was then that he heard a different voice.

"You, what’re you doing?"

He turns around and it was Rose that appeared.

With her arms folded she looks at Nishino with amazement.

Enough to make her tilt her head.

"…… It’s you"

"It isn’t a bad idea, aiming for the people from other schools after giving up on your own"

"Right?"

It looks like she saw all of his unsightly actions.

"However, what happened just now was pitiable"

"I heard that victory and defeat is decided on numbers for this"

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Not even a hint of shyness was in his words.

It was the result of what he searched on the net this morning before coming to school. No
matter how clumsy, if you try enough then you’ll definitely get a girlfriend. Now then, if you
go out into the town, challenge yourself, challenge yourself, and a wonderful encounter will
fall into your hands. But please head onto the site below to know what you shouldn’t do.
Something like that.

In contrast, Rose tells the futsumen with overflowing hope the truth.

"What you’re doing right now is aiming for a headshot 300 feet away using a glock? "

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"…… Is it that wrong?"

Kind feedback is given to the ametaure smooth talker. This was something out of the virgin
guy’s expectations. Before he knew it, he asked a question with a serious face. It was the
advice of the woman reigning at the top of the school caste after all. There was no way he’d
waste this.

"You should’ve noticed by the time you saw the uniform. Those types are with their friends,
or they might even be with their boyfriends. And if they’re by themselves, the chance of the
latter should be higher shouldn’t it?"

"I see"

"To begin with, girls who come to another school’s culture festival alone, they can only be a
landmine"

"Is that so?"

"You should be able to tell from you first challenge"

"…… I didn’t even notice"

"You lost the battle before you started"

"…… I didn’t even notice"

Having gained new knowledge, he nods with a serious expression.

He is a futsumen who couldn’t get enough of learning.

"By the way, there’s something I’d like to ask after listening to your lecture"

"…… What is it?"

"You, have you really only been here for a few months?"

"The subtleties between men and women cross international border"

"Is that how it is?"

"That’s how it is"

"…………"

He couldn’t help but make a guu sound.

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The current NIshino was no match for Rose. No match at all.

"By the way, what is it that is hanging on your body?"

Their attention is brought to the A4 paper attached to Nishino’s front and back. On the
surface a large 2d-code was printed on. Just today he had already managed to get dozens of
scans as a result of his hard work. And the counter on site keeps going up.

"The promotion site for my class’s cafe"

"I’ve heard something terrible happened, but you’re still going at it?"

"That’s that, this is this"

"…………"

Nishino shows his pointless toughness. After being shown this, even Rose hesitated to say
anymore. Pity came to her before her jokes and she couldn’t find what to say.

"Is, is that so……"

"Aah, that’s right"

Conversely, the one who spoke was in no state of worry.

He’s going to do his best to get the girls from other schools.

"Well, i, in that case, I wouldn’t mind helping you"

"It’s unneeded"

"Not even a hint of consideration. Really, what a twisted personality"

"I simply don’t want anything to do with you"

"…… it’s still, no good"

"What was that?"

"No, just talking to myself. Don’t mind it"

"Still, your advice helped. For now, I’ll give my thanks"

"Why it was my pleasure"

After getting what he could, Nishino turns away from Rose.

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However, he stops just before then.

The cause was the large flow of people in front of him. In the direction that the futsumen
was walking, there was a great tremor, and a large amount of students were moving. With
their loud footsteps, they pass close to where the two stood.

"Really!? He really came!?""Like I said, hurry! He’s by the teachers entrance right
now!""Seriously!? I’m like, a super fan!""Actually, why is it the teachers entrance!""Really
why!?""Isn’t it a fake?"

About 10 students dashed through the hallway.

Nishino and Rose step back to make way. Without noticing them, the group continues
moving towards the entrance. They soon turned the corner, and disappeared from sight.
The noisy footsteps gradually moved further away.

"…… What was that?"

"Who knows"

The two incline their heads at the scene of the excited students.

It was then that Nishino’s phone suddenly shook.

"……"

He immediately reached for the phone in his pocket.

It seems he still hasn’t given up on the beautiful italian girl. Having already given up on the
school, he pins his hopes on the yet seen mail friend he has.

He was a very narrow-minded futsumen. And with his reputation falling even lower every
day, he could only grasp at straws.

However, the messag he recieved, was from an unexpected party.

From, Tarousuke. I came to return the mask I borrowed. Come get me.

"From your beloved girlfriend?"

He muttered in a bored manner.

"An idea?"

"The flyer guy, he came to return the borrowed mask"

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"Aah, that’s what you mean"

Rose understood with that.

◇ ◆ ◇

After being contacted, Nishino moves to the teachers entrance.

As he was moving, by chance he finds Tarousuke coming out of the principal’s office. He
had just opened the door, the surrounding students make room as the door opens towards
them, and a head pokes out.

The gender ratio of the students is 1 to 9, with the girls being the majority.

Even thought he was being surrounded by students, he responded in an experienced way.

He must’ve gotten used to this as he looks out in the crowd.

But as expected, with this amount of students, he couldn’t find Nishino.

The one he’s searching for isn’t a futsumen for nothing. It was like looking for a tree in a
forest.

"…………"

The group of people was several meters long. Of course, it was even noisier.

For the futsmen, calling out would be hard. Furthermore, even if he was heard, it’d just
become something troublesome. As a result, through his hypothesis of the future, Nishino
takes the best route to avoid that

development.

It’s impossible, he soon concludes.

He takes out his phone and sends a message.

Come to the cafe by yourself.

The futsumen presses the send button and looks at Tarousuke. A phone is taken out of
Tarousuke’s pocket, and after confirming that, Nishino departs from the lively location.

◇ ◆ ◇

The same day, 10:30am.

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It was the second day of the culture festival. If it was the same as always, then it would’ve
ended on the weekend, but because it passed over into a holiday, there was a good amount
of people visiting. If the student council checked, then they would find out that they already
had the record for the most visitors in their history.

Not to say anything of the students, but local from all over were also here.

It was inside of that school.

"……"

The class representative of class 2-A, Shimizu Chikako, was feeling a never before felt
tension.

Her attention was directed towards the locker in the hall in front of the class.

Her whole body stiffened as she looked to the one she was assigned to. An envelope was
gripped in her hand. Inside were several thousand yen bills and many coins.

"W, why……."

Until now, she had a triumphant face while talking to Takeuchi-kun, however, her mood
took a sudden turn and her face became a shade of blue.

It was as if she couldn’t believe the truth. Her current state was like a fish out of water
gasping for air.

"Why is this, in my locker……"

Suddenly a ruckus came from the hall.

Several voice came into range.

"!?"

In an instant, she stuffs the envelope deep into her locker. Behind her back, the students
peaceful pass by. Her whole body was stiff, hurry and go, hurry, please. She repeats it in her
heart. And she sees desperately watches as they leave.

As for the envelope, the class rep remembers it.

It was the money from the cosplay cafe that went missing the previous day.

"Why. And, half of it is gone……"

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If she doesn’t remember it, then there’s no doubt that someone put it there.

However, the locker was locked with a padlock. It’d be difficult for a third party to break
into her belongings. The key was managed on the strap of her phone, stealing this was also
impossible. Yesterday she had this with her at all times while walking around.

"…………"

Could it be, I forgot something. Even though I knew it was bad, it’s true that I

drank some alchol but, but, I didn’t do that, I shouldn’t have done it, and so on. She reflects
on the past and can’t help but feel an overwhelming tension.

"Why did this……."

She could cry at any moment.

And then, as if to launch another attack on her, she once again heard a noise.

It was much louder than the first wave that passed.

"…… Wha"

She turns her head a bit, and what was there was a large amount of students that filled the
hall, it was like a wave that was aiming for her. The rows of students extended to more than
10, even if it was the middle of the culture festival, this is too many.

But if it was the usual class rep, then she wouldn’t be feeling any panic.

However, as she was right now she couldn’t understand what was happening.

Her thoughts began racing. If I put it in the locker, then maybe they won’t notice the part
thats missing. But won’t the first thing they do be confirming that. In that small amount of
time her thoughts headed towards a bad direction.

"Wh, what’s with that……."

And then she noticed.

The one in the middle of the group was none other than a celebrity who appears on tv.

"…… Eh?"

Just the other day, he performed on a late night music program. Shimizu

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watched this together with her little sister. It is the guitarist of the famous band group. She
also remembers buying a track or two. I’ve finally gone mad, she began doubting her eyes.

But even then, no matter how much she stared, the scene she saw did not change. It’s
probably because she’s in such a terrible state that Shimizu didn’t notice the one
approaching her. It was at a distance where their hand can reach out and touch, and a voice
came from behind her.

"…… Class rep"

"Hiii!?"

"It’s about the thing that I borrowed yesterday……"

Her shoulders shake in an exaggerated manner, and she turns back.

Before she knew it, Nishino stood there.

With the meeting place with Tarousuke being his own class’s cafe, he thought of telling her
beforehand. He was about to enter the class, but luckily he saw her in the hall, and if he had
the time he’d explain to her about yesterday.

"Ni, Nishino-kun!?"

"What’s wrong? You look quite surprised"

"……"

The unchanging sour face of the futsumen.

With this in front of her eyes, Shimizu suddenly thought of something.

"It can’t be, w, was it you!?"

"…… What are you saying?"

"You, tr, tried to set me up!"

It seems that she decided that the culprit who put it in her locker was the man who stood in
front of her. With her wide open eyes, she glares at him as if he is the enemy of her parents.

"What’re you saying? I don’t get it at all"

"Hey, come over here!!"

She takes Nishino’s arm, and quickly walks away.

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On the other hand, several meters away, Taorusuke spotted this. The person who called
him over was taken before his eyes. Furthermore, it’s the girl he exchanged words with in
the cafe yesterday.

"Hou……"

A small smile rose on his face.

"That Nihsino, it looks like he can do it"

It seems like he greatly misunderstood something.

◇ ◆ ◇

Where Nishino was taken is the cosplay room that was next to his class. It usually goes by
the name education preparation room. The plate on the entrance also says so. It’s a small
room about half of the size of the regular rooms.

There were no other people in the room. Shimizu confirms this, and in her flustered state
she closes the door and locks it from the inside. With this a key is needed to enter,
otherwise it’s impossible.

With cosplay all around them, Shimizu leads Nishino to deepest part.

She then removes her arm and drives him into a corner. With an imposing stance she cuts
of his path of retreat. Even now her face looked like it would cry, like she wanted to shout,
like she wanted to attack, such complex emotions came one after the other.

"You’re, you’re the one who did it right!?"

While bow legged, she perks up her shoulders and vigorously shouts.

That behavior was more burly than womanly.

"Sorry but I have no idea what you’re talking about"

"Don’t lie!"

Her following words came out hysterically.

It was something that surpassed country, words, and race, something familiar to Nishino, it
was a woman’s lament.

Because of that he was able to reply with some composure.

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"Explain the circumstances. If you don’t then I won’t be able to answer"

"Haa!? What are you saying! It was you wasn’t it!? You weren’t just satisfied with stealing
our earnings, but you even went out of your way to put it in my locker! People who’d do
such cowardly things, there’s no one else but you!"

"…… I see"

"You also took half of the money!"

With anger, Shimizu explain the situation in a way convenient to her.

What a convenient woman, that is what Nishino honestly though on the inside.

"Certainly, judging from class rep’s point of view and the incident from yesterday, it’s very
easy to simply settle with me being the culprit. It’s not like I can’t understand your
complaints. However, I didn’t do it. Questioning me would be a waste of time"

"Why are you acting like it isn’t you! Who else can it be if it isn’t you!"

"It’s because someone did it, that the decreased bulk of money was put in class rep’s locker.
If it isn’t class rep’s misunderstanding, then that means there is someone that did it. But
once the money starts moving, it’ll become noisy."

"I’ll hit you!"

"u……"

Hit, I’ll hit you.

As soon as the H in hit came out of Shimizu’s mouth, her first had already reached Nishino’s
cheek. Not thinking he’d be punched by a classmate, on top of that a female classmate, he
received the fist without preparing himself.

It was a nice punch with her back put into it.

Gashan, he hits the leg of a nearby desk, this causes him to lose control of his weight and
tumble on the floor. The fist hit a rather good place and a moan leaks out of the futsmen’s
mouth. The bean sprout guy’s body is light.

"uu……"

"I’ll ask once more"

Shimizu asks a question while glaring at Nishino who was below her.

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"The one who put the earnings in my locker, it was you, wasn’t it?"

Her eyes were dyed in anger.

For the one who was asked, he felt more surprise instead of pain.

"Well this is, a woman with a strong core"

"Haa? Why are you trying to act cool?"

Nishino desperately bears the pain in his head, and he slowly stands up. He felt a foreign
object in his mouth. Not knowing what it was, he moves his tongue, it was a tooth that fell
out. In fact, it was the first premolar tooth on his upper jaw that fell out.

Pe, He spits it out. The expelled tooth makes dry sound as it rolls on the ground. It reached
up to the class rep’s feet. It was a Pe done while putting on airs of coolness. It was like the
scene of a fight that’d happen in a movie.

However, because the other side was a female classmate, it wasn’t nearly as cool.

Furthermore, the tooth that came out was a baby tooth.

Even then he puts on a cynical pretense.

"…… Honestly, I don’t dislike it"

If his opponent was a male student, then it may have made a picture perfect moment.
However, because it was a girl from the same year, it only emphasized his feebleness. The
one who hit, huh, am I actually strong in fights? She misunderstood.

"Don’t say those sickinening things, won’t you confess already?"

"No matter how many times you ask the answer won’t change"

Without changing his attitude the fustumen uninterestedly mutters. The cheek that became
hot was actually feeling a regular amount of pain. But he endured this, and instead acted
like it was nothing. Enduring due to pride is his signature move. A futsumen with an
incredibly high fortitude.

"Y, youu……the money, return it!"

Shimzu once again raises her arm.

Surprisingly she had a rather violent disposition.

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"You better stop. The same attack won’t work on me"

"Haa!? What cool things are you saying! Don’t joke with me!"

The fist was swung down.

It was a direct hit on Nishino’s cheek, Karon, his tooth once again flies out.

This time it was the first premolar on his lower jaw.

This too was a baby tooth.

All of the futsumen’s baby teeth will be replaced by permanent teeth.

"uuu……."

Receiving the hit, Nishino once again fell to the floor.

He used it before to help Tarousuke, and to help Rose, it was some sort of invisible barrier.
In truth, using the same method he should easily be able to protect himself from a fist. But
on the other hand, the fist that was thrown would easily break.

However, there is no way he’d rely on that in a quarrel with a classmate.

As a result he turned into this unshapely sight.

"To fall when hit by a woman, you really are the worst. You bean sprout!"

"You too, to make me fall on my knees. Be proud "

"What was that? You’re seriously annoying me"

Shimizu places her foot on the face of Nihsino who was lying on the ground.

Currently, the cheek that was hit is being stepped on from the top.

Thanks to that he had a perfect view of her panties.

"Fugaa……"

A pitiful voice escapes the crushed mouth.

The meat of his cheek is squished.

It’s not as if Nishino had a body that surpassed the normal. If it was a competition of
physical abilities, he’d in fact fall behind even those of the opposite sex. Furthermore, he’s

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been the ace of the going-home club since school started, therefore, his stamina and
endurance is at the lowest stratum of the school.

He was no comparison for Shimizu who was in a sports club and trained every day.

"Come on, how about saying something?"

"Hyan hohi ha he hohohoho, hoha hi hoho oda"

"I can’t understand what you’re saying!"

Soon after, the pressure on Nishino’s cheek disappears.

As if to think that’s right, she kicks his head with her own foot.

Gatsun

The tip of her indoor shoes hit his brow.

It made a good sound, and the futsumen’s body made a somersault.

"uu……"

"Don’t mess with me! As if someone like Nishino can go against me!?"

She yells as she looks down on her classmate that was laying face down on the floor.

With arms crossed, she exuded self-important.

"…………"

However, there was something Nishino believed in. A fashion he wouldn’t give up, a style or
something like that. As if he’d nod his head. He clearly understood, if he nodded here, then
it wouldn’t be for his own sake, and neither would it be for her sake.

That’s why instead, he thought.

If it wasn’t me or her who did it, then who did it.

It even became something troublesome as it developed to the point of violence. In order to

settle this problem, he had to find the culprit, and their confessin was indispensable.
Today’s matter had also made the fine play by Takeuchi-kun yesterday turn into nothing.

That’s why with all his might, the futsumen thinks in a futsumen way.

"…………"

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But the situation won’t wait for him.

He has to hurry.

Faster, faster.

"Don’t stay quiet! Say something ! Oi!"

Shimizu lost her usual girly way of speaking.

In the same class as Nishino and being the number one masochist in the school year,
Kosuke Jukumoto said. It’s because women are like this that they’re cute. When women
kick you like that, or even step on your face, or stomach, or even a boy’s important place,
that’s the best feeling.

The fustumen wasn’t of the same sentiment.

That’s why, he had to think of a solution as fast as possible.

"Oii! Did you hear me!?"

"There something, I want to ask"

While tottering on his feet, he opens his mouth.

He was covered in wounds.

"Was the lock locked?"

"……"

When asked, Shimizu’s face distorts.

"Of, of course I didn’t forget to lock it!"

"I see. Then you locked it"

"uu……"

Her face went red from the shame and anger, it was a person who was easy to understand.
If she’s hit where it hurts, then she immediately loses her composure. In response she
raises her fist, but it stops as Nishino glares.

"The lock, it, it’s not like……"

A more gili rash manner of speaking returned to Shimizu.

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Attacking while the enemy is unguarded, that was likely the intention of those words.

"In other words, the person opened the lock, put the money in the locker, and locked it up
again"

"Haa!? Are you trying to make fun of me!?"

"No. It’s because I believe in class rep, that in order to carry this out this topic has to be
brought up. There nothing other than that. If you feel that I’m mocking you, it’s only
because class rep feels responsible"

"Wha….."

"However, in that case we won’t be able to catch the culprit"

"Wh, wh, what do you think you’re saying!"

Shimizu’s fist once again hits Nishino’s face.

It was a direct punch at his face.

Good straight.

"Fugu……"

Having just managed to stand, he was back on the floor.

"I’m, not, joking with you, you’ll send me to the hospital……"

Rage.

Shimizu was swallowed by rage.

It was terrifyingly powerful.

She was in a state were she was considering whether to take more than 2

teeth from her classmates. In her mind, the futsumen below her should be obeying her.
After hitting, and hitting, and hitting that bean sprout guy, his will should already be one of
complete obedience.

At this point it’s irrelevant if Nishino is the one who stole the money or not.

If all the crimes are blamed on this bean sprout guy then everything will be fine.

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However, Shimizu is in an armed struggle. She is the type of woman to speak with her fist
before her words. And in her head she already made her decision. The current her is the
type of user that if in a game in an arcade, there was a CPU she just couldn’t beat, then she’d
continually press the same punch button.

"Well, calm down. It’s not like I’m trying to joke around"

But even then, Nishino who responded to her kept calm.

However, his body is covered in blood. And his nose continues trickling bleeding.

It seems he’s approaching his limits.

"Do you want to be hit that much? Are you a masochist?"

"If I had to chose then it’d be sadist"

Being suddenly asked that, Nishino reflexively answers.

"If you were hit by a woman from behind, you’d probably be squealing"

It’s not like the normal Nishino is a sadist or a masochist, his mouth just answered with
what it wanted. Since he’s always cracking jokes at Marquis and Francisca, it became a
conditioned reflex that only lets out worthless words.

Thanks to that Shimizu once again raises her fist to the air.

"You, it’s about time you die!"

At this moment Nishino, awakened.

He been hit so much, that he finally became able to see his opponents fist. He catches the
fist that was aimed at his nose in his sight. In a fraction of a second as it was about to hit his
skin, however, he judged that it was within his ability to deal with.

Just before it hit, the futsumen dodged.

He only tilted his head a bit.

The fist grazed his cheek as it passed by the side of his head. The wind by his ears was
blown away, it displayed just how much force was on the fist. Why was that so, it was
because the class rep was in the swimming club. Everyday for a few hours she forges her
arms while paddling through the water, and the strength was not like a womens.

"Don’t dodge it!"

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Naturally, it was the furious Shimizu.

It was then that Nishino declared with a self-satisfied look.

"Didn’t I say it? The same attack won’t work on me"

"It already worked a number of time!"

"Fugu……"

A fist is immediately put in his stomach, and Nishino once again became depressed.

With both hands on his stomach, he drops to his knee.

"Ku, something of this degree"

He appeared to barely be holding his ground.

But this time he doesn’t fall over.

He managed while feeling a bit nauseous.

At the same time, with both hands he grabs her hand. With his left and right hand on both
wrists of his opponent, he seals her movement. In this case, the next logical action would be
a kick to the crotch. Having predicted this before hand, he guards his penis by pigeon
toeing.

As he expected, it wasn’t long before Shimizu’s kick came. Her foot stopped at his knees, it
didn’t hit a vital spot, and he didn’t fall on the floor. As he didn’t have much meat, the kick
hit his bone, and it was the class rep who had a pained expression.

It was the notification of the end of the battle.

"Wai!? Wh, what’re you doing"

"…… I told you to wait"

Nishino was putting on airs while talking, but with his appearance it was very pitiful.

Above all the pigeon toeing was unattractive.

It was the ultimate uncoolness.

However, the fustumen that spoke had a very serious expression.

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"What class rep is thinking of, I don’t know. But, if you want to know who plotted against
you, then for now stay still and listen to me. In that way I’ll be able to understand you, and
the person you want"

"Are you still saying that? Maybe I didn’t hit you enough?"

"You don’t want to know the real culprit?"

"…… What’s, with that"

"I asked if you saw the face of the person who stole the earnings, and put it in class rep’s
locker. How about it? If class rep wants, I can expose everything that happened here"

"No way, y, you’re not lying are you……"

"I’m not lying"

Nishino says to Shimizu with their noses close enough to touch.

"Your decision?"

"uu……"

A whisper that didn’t want to speak.

Covered in blood.

Covered in drool.

Covered in mucus.

It was a proposal by the unsightly futsumen after being repeatedly hit.

◇ ◆ ◇

While Nishino was abducted by Shimizu and being beaten up, Tarosuke was killing time in
the cafe of class 2-A. As the missing person was carried off before his eyes, he had nothing
to do.

"Fuun? Together with Shimizu-san, was it?"

"Aah"

In the two seat table, Rose was facing him.

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On top of the table, the recently poured tea had smoke rising. Besides it was a cake as a
snack. As Shimizu made it herself, it’s flavor was guaranteed, it was a stock she was proud
of.

"By the way, why are you here?"

"He requested it"

"…… Nishino did?"

Tarousuke tilts his head in doubt.

"Eeh, his hands are tied, so he asked me to be your company"

"I see"

He takes a gulp of the black tea in his cup, and sips without making a sound.

That mannerism could make a lovely picture. It was overwhelmingly ikemen like.

"However, for him to be together with her, it’s out of my expectations"

"What, it’s just his resourcefulness as a man"

"Did he have that sort of resourcefulness, honestly, I can’t see it"

"You, aren’t you the same as Nishino?"

"What of it?"

"It was just something I was curious about"

"…… Is, that so?"

Tarosuke spoke in quite an indifferent attitude.

Hearing this, the awkward smile on Rose cramps up. The finger that carrying the tea cup
froze, and a small unpleasant sound comes from the party that was held. Looking closely, it
was possible to see cracks.

Without noticing, the ikemen continues his words.

"By the way, did you hear about what’s happening?"

"No, I didn’t hear anything"

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"I made a promise with the representative here. To not cause trouble"

He speaks while looking at the surrounding seats.

At this moment, there was no empty seat inside the cosplay cafe, it was a full house. And so,
everyone who visited noticed Tarusuke and Rose, and there was an odd atmosphere there.
This didn’t apply only to the customers, but also the employees who were going back and
forth from the hall.

"Then it’d be best if you leave. How about I look over the item?"

"This is something I browsed from Nishino. It’s only polite to return it to Nishino"

"It’s quite admirable from the one who started a quarrel with the mafia over a bar fight. Or
could it be your habit was fixed in the last incident? Your feces and urine scattering while
begging for your life, eeh, it was certainly a rare opportunity."

"……"

"A gag order was placed, but in this world, there’s no absolute you know?"

Rose spoke with a great smile.

"Th, that your in the same business, isn’t a lie right?"

Before he realized, Tarousuke began panicking.

It seems he made light of her because of her lovely appearance.

"And I’ll say this now, I’m not as easy as him"

"…………"

It was one a few days back, that he saw such a smile on a certain unknown latin man. With
a knife thrust at his neck, the face he had, was a smile as if something was funny, it was an
unfamiliar smile. These past few days, it was now a smile he saw every day in his dreams.

And that very same smile was now on the one at the opposite side of the table.

It was a very young girl with that face plastered on.

Being reminded of the fear, Taroaukse’s shoulders shiver. No matter how many times he
tried to forget, he remembered it every time he shut his eyes.

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Just last night, the event of the day replayed in his dream. When he woke up, it was 3am
and he was covered in sweat.

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"If you understand, do you want to hand that over? You’re bothering the other visitors"

"…… I, I’ll wait until the black tea cools down"

"I hope it cools down quickly"

"…………"

From here after, Tarousuke said nothing more.

◇ ◆ ◇

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The first thing Nishino does after escaping Shimizu’s power harassment, is head to the
lockers near class 2-A. There he’ll confirm the state of the lock she used. The key should be
in the student’s possession and they are all different.

Near the locker, the place is overflowing with students’ trying to get a glimpse of
Tarousuke. Thanks to this, even if he squatted, the most hated person in the school won’t
be noticed by the other students.

"…… How is it?"

Shimizu asks Nishino with an inquisitive expression.

"With just a bit of study, It’d be possible to unlock it with two hair pins"

"You aren’t lying?"

"Then should I open it right now?"

What the pair was looking at was the padlock that was hanging on the locker.

It was a regular lock that could be bought at the neighboring hundred yen shop.

"That’s, a, aren’t you actually the culprit……"

"It’s because I can easily do it, that anyone else can also do it. If you want I can even teach
class rep right now. If you have an hour then you’d be able to unlock it on your own, how
about it? I’d advise you to do it when you have spare time"

"…… Fine. Continue"

"Aah"

They continue in whispered voices in order to avoid letting others hear.

"There really are a lot of people here. Let’s change the location"

"Eeh, I also thought that. If we’re going then let’s hurry"

After confirming what was needed, the two hurry and escape.

And in front of them again was the preparation room, or now known as the cosplay room.
They only moved a few meters. Soon after the door was opened, it immediately shut. It’s
locked from the inside so that there are no worries of others coming in.

It’s then that he asks Shimizu a question.

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"Where is the one who was in charge of the money?"

"Here"

She became gloomy as she answered along with a bitter face.

It was only natural since their position from yesterday were flipped. The earning that had
some money taken was in her locker. If by chance this was

exposed, her position within the school would nosedive. Depending on the situation it can
even be right next to Nsihino.

It’s because of that, that she is now depending on his words.

"People keep going in and out of the classroom, don’t they? It’d be bad if I carelessly left it
and something happened, so I decided to manage it in this room. Since there are almost no
people entering into this room compared to the class. And I can also lock it when I want"

"It wasn’t locked when I entered?"

"It’s because of the morning sales that I decided to that. At the time we had to change I
unlocked it and told everyone. So, I was the one managing the key.

By the way, when the girls are changing I lock it from the inside"

She takes out the key from her skirt’s pocket.

"Isn’t that monitored in the staff room?"

"That’s right. I’m borrowing it for the culture festival"

"Splitting the morning and afternoon earning isn’t a bad idea. As expected of class rep"

"…… Do you want to be hit again?"

The class rep makes a fist and prepares for a war.

Nishino ignores this and indifferently continues.

"In that case, the culprit also managed to unlock and enter here"

"Then, can you open this one with two hairpin?"

"No, it’s impossible with the class doors in this school. At least for an ametaer"

"Wait, what’s with that"

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"If it’s a disk cylinder or a pin cylinder with no anti picking installed, then an ametaur
wouldn’t have much trouble unlocking it. However, the doors to these rooms are installed
with a rotary disk cylinder"

"Haa? What’s that"

"If it’s an old rotary disk cylinder than it’s possible, but from the size of the keyhole, is at
least something from 13 years after the heisei era. I’m not an expert, so I don’t know the
details, but I heard it’d be difficult even for a pro"

The futsumen felt a bit better as he expelled his knowledge.

A few months ago, he heard from Marquis the story of a pro who went down the path of the
key.

"And so, to unlock it you’d need a pick, the appropriate tension, and a special tool"

"Tension?"

"You, have you seen any movies or dramas?"

Nishino looked straight at Shimizu and asked.

Speaking of the person himself, he visits the video rental shop once every two or three
months and picks out old masterpieces or whatever’s the topic of the conversation.

As for the one that was asked, she had no clue what he was saying.

Shimizu has no choice but to watch the drama’s that are popular. Once a month she
confirms the chart of japanese and western films, and she watches all the ones that will
likely become a topic.

"…… I do, but what about it?"

"There should be scenes with a thief that’s using something that looks like a dentist probe
right? A scene where they stick it in the key hole and move it around"

"Eeh, there are"

"To say it bluntly, pro’s also need that. And they also need time"

"…………"

"The students should be thankful for this schools high security"

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Shimizu patiently listened to Nishino’s explanation.

Hearing things that she didn’t know of, had at least made her somewhat impressed. To her,
knowledge is something important and it directly correlates with a person’s value.

"To try to force open the door in such a conspicuous place, during the culture festival, and
with their goal being money, even pros would hesitate. If they were caught by a teacher
then an explanation would be demanded"

"But, if it’s like that then how……."

It looked like she truly didn’t know.

"There also isn’t a veranda on this classroom is there? So they can’t enter from the outside"

"It’s possible that after you brought the money here in order to manage it, that someone
else came in. Doubting your classmates is difficult, but can you tell me if there’s anyone you
think it could be"

"I was the last one to enter"

"…… Is that so?"

"After coming here to manage the money, I left and locked the door, I have no memory of
unlocking it after that. And I always had the key with me.

That’s why we didn’t change costumes in the afternoon yesterday. Weren’t we maids the
whole time? "

As I though it’s no good without me, those were Shimizu’s true thoughts.

Something she couldn’t say in front of her classmates. Class 2-A though they were pumped
for the culture festival, but the passion she had for it was several steps higher.

While admiring her earnest stance, Nishino continues.

"I see, then that means……"

"After leaving the money, I didn’t come to check it again"

"What time did you confirm it was missing"

"When you were called over the broadcast, so around 4……"

"Is that so……"

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"Well, if we don’t hear anything, the situation won’t change will it?"

After beginning the interrogation, it wasn’t long before Nishino hit a wall.

He declared he’d find Shimizu the real culprit, however, in truth he had no idea who it
could be. It was with his quick wittedness that was able to calm down his opponents anger,
but at this rate he’ll be beat up.

Now then, what to do.

The futsumen though with all his might, after all, he didn’t want to be hit again. Think. He
already obtained several hints. A lock that anyone could open, and a lock that not everyone
can open. And finally, the room dedicated

to the money that can’t be entered.

"…… Hey, do you have any idea?"

"Sorry, I was thinking"

"And? Who’s the culprit? I’m the one that explained it, but I’m starting to feel it’s
impossible. And don’t all the things you’ve been saying make you suspicious"

"Is it fine if I check something?"

"It’ll just be a waste of time"

"It’s to investigate something that has to do with this"

"I’ll wait five minutes"

Shimizu says as she looks at the watch on her arm.

"…… Okay"

With a reluctant nod, Nishino begins his investigation on the cosplay room.

Several student desks are lined up, and on the other end is a larger teacher’s desk. Clothing
was spread on top of all of them. There were locked bookshelf with all sorts of documents
inside on all sides. Behind the glass, the thick files were lined up.

It’s called the student guidance room, but it’s more like a place to store documents.

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Even in normal days Nishino has never seen a student come in or out of this room. It really
is just an empty classroom with book shelves and lockers meant to store things. The dust
that accumulated on the pile at the corner also signified that people rarely enter.

"I don’t think anything will come even if you investigate"

"Certainly there’s nothing like that here"

"Then how about giving up and confessing"

"…………"

"Come on, will you do it!"

Shimizu asked while strengthening her tone a bit.

To her, the culprit couldn’t be anyone but Nishino.

It couldn’t be anyone else.

If it’s about stealing the money, then regardless of Nishino, there was a chance the culprit
was from someone outside of the school. However, because the envelope only held some of
the money and it was in her locker, the possibility of it being someone from the outside was
no longer valid.

Furthermore, she was the one that came in contact with the envelope.

Therefore she had to privately deal with this.

In more concrete terms, burdening Nishino with the lost money, and with him stealing it,
everyone in class 2-A would be able to share this opinion. If she present this to the school,
she’ll be able to survive and remain on the top of the school caste.

To her, whether Nishino did it or not, it no longer mattered.

What’s important is to protect herself.

If she’s at the top of the caste, then she’ll be able to survive her school life.

But her current outlook was bleak.

It isn’t as if she doesn’t feel any pain, but she has to move.

"Explain it properly! Who and how was the money stolen? Heyy!?"

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As a result her way of asking also had some desperateness mixed in. But if Nishino spread
the truth, that is the future she fears the most. She instinctively takes out her hand. What’s
important is to make the futsumen in front of her completely obedient.

However, Nishino’s resolute attitude does not collapse.

"There’s one last thing I want to ask"

"Wh, what!"

"When class rep came to leave the money, was there someone with you? If the room was
shut after that, then it’s only that instant that the money could’ve been taken"

"Someone together with me?"

"Aah, were you by yourself at the time? If that’s the case, then the money must’ve been
taken before it came into the room. However, if that’s true, then it’ll be even more difficult
finding the culprit"

"I, I made sure to check the contents. It was definitely in there!"

"Then, where you with someone else?"

"Umm, at that time, I’m sure I was….."

Receiving Nishino’s question, Shimizu think’s back on yesterday.

If her memories are right-

"…… together with Rose-chan"

"Hou"

Click, Nishino felt a puzzle piece come into place in his head.

A small smile forms on his mouth.

"B, but, there’s no way she’d steal it right? At that time, the clothes she was wearing was a
high class brand, even at school she sometimes has a handkerchief or accessories, those
aren’t things you can get by stealing a student’s earnings"

"Was she really wearing such good things……"

"Don’t say those things lightly of other people, can you stop? It’s unpleasant"

"Aah, sorry"

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"That way of apologizing also isn’t good"

"However, if there’s no one else you think of, then we first have to suspect Rose. Even if the
culprit is someone else, we may still be able to get some information. Furthermore, I also
can’t help but think she’s suspicious now"

"Hey stop that! This isn’t going anywhere!"

Shimizu didn’t want to get even the neighboring class involved.

If they did that, Shimzu was scared of the chance that they’d retaliate. And the other party
is also the school madonna. In order for Shimizu to maintain her rank in the caste, that is an
opponent she is no match for. Her opponent was an existence that sat at the top of the
pyramid.

She really began panicking now.

A part of her also began to think it was suspicious.

However, Nishino was not going to wait.

"Let’s go confirm it"

"Hey!"

He immediately turns around and begins walking.

"Where are you going!? Wait!"

"Don’t worry about that just follow me. If not then I’ll leave you behind"

"T, this guy….."

Nishino left the room.

With no choice, Shimizu follows after him.

Chapter 5: Culture Festival 5

It was 10 minutes after that, on top of the rooftop of Tsunami Highschools B

building.

"It’s strange for Nishino-kun to call me. What’s wrong?"

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Rose is there. The one facing her is Nishino by himself. There was no one else in sight. But,
that applies only to what’s in the two’s view. In fact, Shimizu was on top of the water tower.
With her body lowered in order to hide her presence, she watches over the two.

Everything was as directed by Nishino.

"I wanted to talk with you"

"What is it? If it’s about wanting to enjoy the culture festival together, then I wouldn’t mind
accompanying you?"

The time had passed 11 am. The sun was finally reaching its highest point, and that was
even more so for the energy inside the school. Even as they stood on the rooftop, they were
still able to hear the voices coming from the school grounds and windows.

"By the way where is he? I don’t see him"

"He? Who are you talking about"

"The rock princess I entrusted you with"

"Aah, if it’s that then it’s waiting for you in your class"

"Then it’s fine"

"It’s a great attention grabber"

With a stifled laughter a small smile appeared on Rose’s face. This was another one of her
bad hobbies, so Nishino though on the inside. He himself doesn’t have any decent hobbies,
but even this wasn’t that good for him.

"Customers who came to see a panda aren’t good"

"Then you should hurry and return"

"I plan to"

"Are you returning to the class?"

"But, before that, there’s something I want to confirm"

"What is it?"

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With the conversation of the two in front of her, Shimizu couldn’t conceal her surprise. At
this moment, she finally understood the real exchanges that happen between Rose and
Nishino.

Since she measures her relations in accordance to the school caste, the two who were
intimately exchanging words was something foreign to her. It was something that should
be impossible.

However, even with her eyes wide open in surprise, she didn’t let out her voice. As Nishino
instructed, be quiet and watch. From the fustumen’s casual way of speaking with the
beautiful blonde haired lolita, the instructions he handed before were now quite
persuasive.

While hiding herself on top of the water tower, she tightly grips her fist, hurry and finish,
her frustration is building up.

Whether the class rep’s impatience was conveyed or not, Nishno changes the

topic and goes right to the heart of the matter.

"Why did you steal class 2-A’s earnings?"

"……"

He asked in a casual manner.

But, for the one that was asked, it was something completely out of expectations. For an
instant, Rose lost the words to reply. It was just an instant, but an instant nonetheless. Her
flowing way of speaking while cracking jokes was interrupted, and she shook at the gaze of
the other.

"What’s wrong?"

"…… No, nothing"

Shimizu was also astonished at Nishino’s statement.

It was done so straightforwardly. Hey you, why are you saying that. You could say it in a
more delicate way. Such a statement was attempting to come out of her.

However, even with her surprise, she still managed to hold back.

"Speaking of which, why did you carve on my desk?"

"……"

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Even more so than before was Rose’s prominent reaction. The shaking of her shoulders
was even conveyed to Shimizu who was a few meters away. That question was a surprise
attack to everyone, but Nishino.

"Aah, there was also feces inside wasn’t there. It really smelled thanks to that, Matsuura-
san was very pitiful that day"

Eh, wait, what do you mean by that. Engraving on the desk, could it be the

thing in home room a few days back. Rather, why would Rose be there?

Questions kept flowing in like water inside the class rep’s mind.

"If it’s you, then I won’t have to bother Marquis. I’ll deal with it here"

One step, Nishino moves towards Rose.

His expression was the same as always, with his usual sour one.

"Wa, wait, can you wait a moment?"

At that moment, Rose became extremely flustered.

In her confusion she tried to line up excuses.

"Please wait. Wha, what do you mean by carved your desk?"

"Do you admit to stealing the money?"

"……"

Nishino was unusually confident for being in the school.

According to the person himself, it is a business matter.

"I’ll ask once more. Was it your doing?"

The futusmen once again goes on the attack as if intimidating her.

To him it was like an intimidation from a yakuza movie or bad manga, in order to
overwhelm their opponent they wrinkle their brow. But looking from the side it only
looked like a pretentious futsumen. It’s because of that, instead of being scared, this should
by all means be making the other party laugh.

However, Rose obediently spilled everything.

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Looking carefully, her lips were trembling.

It seemed that she was scared to her core.

"To think that she’d consult your, that was out of my expectations"

"As I thought……"

Nishion spoke in an unpleasant tone.

"I already mentioned it before. I hate people like you"

"Eeh, I did hear it before"

Rose continues with resignation.

"Then, aah, have my thoughts already reached you?"

"Of course. Going out of your way to make my position in the school fall, with this you can
do as you like, or your thinking of some other pointless things. It’s nauseating. Can’t you
think of a more respectable method? Like this even Francisca might be better"

"…… Eh?"

For an instant, Rose’s expression was extremely idiotic.

"Am I wrong?"

"Eh, ah, eeh, well, that’s right? You really understood it?"

"That way of mocking people, it’s just like Francisca"

"Ara, that’s regrettable"

"It goes for your loose crotch as well"

"Loose crotch? That’s inexcusable"

"Haa, you’re really saying that"

Soon enough, Nishino turns back.

As Rose was about to begin explaining, he turns a deaf ear to it. In the futsumen’s mind,
Rose is a bitch who’d easily spread her legs if it was an ikemen. Within the world, that isn’t
so uncommon, but it was unacceptable for the virgin.

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For a woman of that degree, there was no need to endure listening to excuses.

Like that, his ideals of the opposite sex, his fantasys, and other similar hopes are protected.
It is one of the important mind protection mechanisms that futsumen around the world are
equipped with.

"That’s that. The rest is up to you"

Did it manage to reach Shimzu, Nishino spoke in a loud voice.

With that done, not wanting to associate with her any longer, he immediately leaves the
rooftop. Patan, a light sound as the door is open and closed. The sound of the footsteps get
distant as the move through the building, and soon enough, they disappeared.

"…………"

With no one to talk to, the rooftop immediately became silent.

The clatter of the culture festival felt strangely far.

As for the one who was called out to, Shimizu lost the timing to intrude. She was feeling
some guilt after seeing what happened, and she stiffened at Nishino’s exit. What should I do
from now on, she was seriously impatient.

And then, as if to stir up her impatience even more, the scene before her stirred.

"Really now, please don’t surprise me"

With Nishino no longer there, Rose’s stiff body now loosened.

She breathes out a large sign.

"You went and misunderstood it on your own, really, but that stupidity is also fascinating.
Why do I have to go through all these indirect method, why of course it’s in order to make
you mine. If not, then I wouldn’t have stayed at this place"

Her frigid expression had changed, it was melting.

A drunken state.

A foolish grin floated on her face, an enraptured smile that was unlike her. At that instant,
the corner of her usual almond shaped eyes had fallen. Her pure white pointed canine
made an appearance from her slovenly opened mouth.

Her gaze was unwaveringly pointed at the door Nishino left from.

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"But still, his, angry face is the absolute coolest. Why is Nishino-kun that cool? There is
nothing else like him in the world. No men cooler than him exist in this world"

While crossing her arms, she repeatedly nods

She already embarked on her journey into her own world.

"I mustn’t. Whenever I think of Nishino-kun, I can’t help but get wet. It’s no good,
impossible, I can’t bear it. Aaaah, Nishino-kun, how wonderful. I want to look at you
forever. Nishino-kun, I love you. Nishino-kun, I really love you"

Her right arm suddenly moved, and it aimed for under her skirt. She boldly raises the hem,
and thrusts her arm into her underwear. Her left hand was

placed on top of her flat breast, and she begins to furiously knead her nipples over her
uniform.

"If you were a normal human, then I already would’ve run off with your everything. Aah,
Why, why are you, this strong. These roundabout ways, it’s hard even for me. Very very
hard. I want to hurry and become one with you"

Rose’s actions escalated in the blink of an eye, and she began painting.

Thanks to that Shimizu couldn’t help but be bewildered.

What is this person, what did she just start doing. Rather, does she really like Nishino?
Seriously? She finds that futusmen cool? Didn’t something mess with her head?

The question welling up don’t end.

But, the person these questions were directed at, was right in the middle of masterbating. It
seems like Rose is the type of woman with lots of juice. They were separated by a few
meters, but the watery noises still managed to reach class rep.

Hearing the sounds of the part below of the same sex, wasn’t something that felt good.
Unable to endure it Shimizu grimaced. Her unneeded knowledge had yet again increased.

"If you and me, had a normal school life, and we met here. Just thinking about that, causes
my imagination togo crazy, Nishino-kun. If you weren’t Normal, then I would’ve been able
to immediately convey my love……"

Along with her monologue, the vigour of her masterbation increases.

"Nishino-kun’s saliva, I want to lick your saliva!"

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She takes out a vinyl bag from her skirt pocket. In there where skewers, chopsticks, and
other similar objects. Just the other day, when she was going around the stalls with the
futsumen, what she managed to casually collect was

her treasure.

She takes out the skewer of the frankfurter from inside.

She immediately places this in her mouth.

"Nishino-kunn, Nishino-kunn, Nishino-kunn! I can taste Nishino-kun’s flavor!"

Lick lick. Suck Suck.

It was as if she had the penis of her companion in mind. Her tongue creeps all over the
skewer. She holds it in her mouth. Along with a kissing like sound she sucks on it. What had
soaked into the wood fiber, to her it was an ingredient of love, and she desperately takes it
into her holes.

She got it yesterday, so she treated those two cylindrical objects as something precious. I’ll
lick in case something good happens, and with great care she kept it in her pocket with that
in mind. Naturally, since getting it she hasn’t washed it even once.

"No way……"

Shimizu was at a loss as she saw everything transpire before her. Being shown the fooling
of the school idol, her gaze was glued to her. It was a scene that caused her to doubt
whether it was reality or not.

It seems that Rose hasn’t noticed Shimizu’s presence, and her action continued escalating.
The class rep now no longer had the chance to leave.

"Honestly, I should’ve gotten more, much more, and I Should’ve had Nishino in my hands.
Really, that Shimizu person is getting in the way. Last Sunday as well. If this was going to
happen then I should’ve already killed her. If I move poory now, then Nishino-kun will
notice"

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Rose continued in agony.

"That’s right, it’s no good. It’s no good if I’m noticed. It’s impossible for the current him to
accept me. That’s why I need to prepare, with certainty, preciseness, and perfectness. By
the time he notices, his hear his body everything about him, his everything will be my
prisoner. If not"

While persistently licking the skewer, the blonde haired lolita spoke.

She reinforced her will with her own monologue.

"Nishino-kun is mine. Only mine. I won’t hand him to anyone……"

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The movements of her hand become even more intense.

And her crotch became even juicer.

"Aah, what a stimulating love. You’re the best Nishino-kun. Only you, you’re the only
existence who can make my heart throb. I’ll definitely make you mine! Your body and mind
will all be mind! You’ll have to rely on me! From eating and drinking to excreting,
everything will, everything!"

Her arm quickly moved up and down in a mechanical way.

It was a lust for complete pleasure, beastly movements.

"And for that, that persons an obstacle. That’s right, an obsticale……"

It was a very dangerous murmur.

The one who was mentioned couldn’t bear it.

"uu……"

Shimzu’s body stiffened to the mass of violence directed towards her. And before she could
lay down, her foot touched a fragment of concrete. It was at

the end of the water tower, gashin, a dry sound rang out.

Having cracked from the wind, it was like a noisy floorboard.

"…… Is someone there?"

Naturally, Rose responded to this.

"Hey, is there someone there?"

Her tone was nothing like her usual one.

Rather it was calm.

And that was more frightening than anything for Shimizu.

A woman who knew of a woman’s insides, Shimizu Chikako, 16 years old.

Resolving herself, she steps on top of the water tower.

"M, me!"

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A voice filled with desperation echoed through the rooftop.

◇ ◆ ◇

The annoying thing that Shimizu sprinkled and Nishino grew was now on top of the rooftop
of building B.

After coming down from the water tower, she confronts Rose from the front.

There is a space of about 3 meters between them.

The former felt that she shouldn’t get any closer than she was. But the latter immediately
closes the gap, they were now at a distance were they could scratch each others necks.

"Ara, Shimizu-san"

"H, hello……"

Rose-chan calls out to Shimizu in a light way like yesterday. Just moments ago, with the
foolishness that had occurred before her eyes, the image of the school idol she held inside
was now something of the past.

"How unpleasant. Peeking in on another’s love affairs"

Rose spoke as if nothing had happened.

"No, um, that’s……."

With the movements of her hands interrupted, the inside of her skirt was overflowing as it
continued dripping and it created irregular stains below her feet. Nonetheless, the quantity
of juice is a lot. Even though the movement of her fingers stopped, the love the blonde
haired lolita held is never ending.

Thanks to this, Shimizu was at a loss as to how to deal with it as her impatience built up.

"…………"

"…………"

They locked eyes.

There are a lot of questions that Shimizu has, so she couldn’t open her mouth well. There
should be a lot of things to ask, but having seen the girl masterbating, she was overpowered
by that sight and could only shrivel up.

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As for Rose, she smoothly talks as if she had no care in the world.

"Do you have some business?"

After licking it for a long time she finally separates the skewer from her mouth.

A string of saliva is made from the tip of the skewer to her mouth.

A bridge of saliva is formed from the tip of the skewer to her mouth.

"Eh, ah, noo, that is umm……"

"Right now I’m busy masterbating while thinking of Nishino-kun "

"……"

What is this women saying.

Shimizu managed to swallow her words just before she spoke. In her heart she praises
herself for being able to stop. Great job enduring. And at the same time she renews her
mind. The one she is facing isn’t a respectable person.

What she needs to ask about is the earning from yesterday, with that in mind she opens her
mouth.

"Was that conversation from before true? Ro, Rose-chan"

"Before?"

"Rose-chan, um, p, put the stolen earnings in my, locker……"

"Aah……"

As if to say, it’s about that, she responds in a cold attitude.

"What about it?"

There was not a trace of friendliness in her. She was like a completely different person. Her
inside where calm and she appeared cheerful, but any signs of kindness had completely
disappeared. And so, in the same way as

her expression went cold, her voice also became monotonous.

It was nothing like the Rose that Shimizu knew, that tone was completely pushing her
away.

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However, this was also one of the many faces of the human called Rose Rebmann.

"W, what, that is…"

A question that Shimizu wished was denied was instead affirmed, and she lost the words to
continue. It’s the school idol, the beautiful girl that everyone admired. That was the
impression she held of Rose. Since the time they met, she was the girl she admired.

However, her beliefs had betrayed her, and they crumbled into pieces.

"How much you know, and how much you understand, I still didn’t grasp.

But no matter where you arrived at, in this place, there is one thing that I must tell you"

"……. Ummm, wh, wh, what?"

Shimizu’s lips quiver.

Shimizu’s voice shrunk.

She had completely withdrawn.

"If you get in the way of my romance, I won’t forgive you?"

"……"

With Rose’s straight face in front of her, Shimizu couldn’t answer. As if she thought of ever
getting in the way. That kind of love, she doesn’t want it, she doesn’t want to see it, please
take it somewhere else. Those are her true feelings.

Shimizu is a woman with high standards. She wouldn’t even take notice of a dull futsumen.

"Hey, did you also fall for Nishino-kun? Can you tell me?"

"Fa!?"

Shimizu couldn’t respond, what kind of misunderstanding did you make, and she fell into
disarray at Rose’s question. For the one who was asked, that was a development she’d
make sure never happens.

"Th, there’s no way I’ll fall for him!? Stop that! It makes me sick!"

Goosebumps rise from the exposed arms that came out of her summer uniform.

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It seems that she truly hates Nishino from the bottom of her heart. Since the beginning of
last week she’s been picking fights with him at every opportunity, there’s no way that was
just a front.

"You, don’t have an eye for men"

"…… I’m fine without it"

"How about polishing your eye for people?"

From Rose’s behavior she truly couldn’t believe that. Even if she doesn’t say it, to Rose, no
men other than Nishino exist. She looks at Shimizu as if she’s looking at shit. Are both of us
really humans.

"I, it’s fine. I’m, completely fine without it"

"For a woman without an eye for men, she’ll have a hard time once she enters society?"

"Like I said I’m fine! D, don’t worry about my problems!"

Rose looks at her with pity.

Thus Shimizu had resigned herself. She understood, that no matter what she said to that
person, it’d all be in vain. Love is blind. It’s something she herself remembers from the past,
but she’s sure she was never this bad. As expected, she couldn’t think of Nishino like that
With just a bit of conversation, Shimizu had arrived at a conclusion.

Rose Rebmann has an ugly fetish.

And of course, in her mind she changed Rose’s preferences. Right now isn’t the time to talk
about liking or hating men or women. The class rep had a much more important question,
something she had to confirm no matter what.

In order to accomplish the goal she had from the beginning, Shimizu forcefully changes the
topic.

"Um, b, by the way Rose-san, can I ask something?"

"What is it?"

"Can you return the money? The culprit, is Rose-san isn’t it?"

With a cramped up incensed smile, it had a meaning that she didn’t want to get involved
any longer. It was with a very respectful tone, she wanted to get away from the rooftop if

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only a moment sooner. Her suffix changed from chan to san, as she already took a good
amount of distance.

Inside of Shimizu, Rose’s xxxx confirmation was done.

"How much interest do you need?"

"I, I don’t need that"

"Is that so? Aren’t you quite humble"

"It’s normal!"

Her patience reached its limit as she raised her voice.

Rose indifferently responds to this.

"Then I’ll return it another day. It’s my principal to not carry too much cash on me"

"Eh? B, but, you stole it……"

"I flushed it all down the toilet. If you have the resolution to fish through the sewer then I
won’t stop you"

"N, no way……."

She nods her head as if to say, give me a break. She didn’t want to be stuck with paying
Shimizu immediately. But with the flood of customers in the cosplay cafe of class 2-A, even
if it was half a days earnings, it was still a hard blow to Shimizu.

Naturally, she was discontent.

This ugly festishizer, darker thoughts couldn’t help but bubble up.

"There’s also something I have to tell you"

"……. What?"

"If you were to expose my feelings to Nishino, I’ll kill you"

"I, I won’t tell! It’s fine so!"

To say kill while her groin is dripping with sexual fluids, she couldn’t help but feel it was
ghastly. If it were to be one, then it’d always be xxxx. A feeling of never wanting to get
acquainted. Threatening with juice flying out

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of your lower half, was only one of Shimizu’s worries.

"Is that so? Then that’s fine"

"More importantly, ple, please make sure to return it!?"

"Eeh. As long as you don’t expose me, then there’s no need for anything else"

"Rather, why did you steal the money……."

"It’d be fine as long as Nishino-kun only had me. Only I can accept his all.

His place is by my side. However, I didn’t think it would be this bad. Really, what ugly
creatures, you all. To think that without confirming anything, he’d be falsely accused"

"Th, that was"

It was because Shimizu’s body still remembered, that she couldn’t reply.

Even now, the class rep couldn’t help but think about how to shift the responsibility of this
situation to Nishino. There was no way she could explain that Rose stole it, there isn’t a
single student in the school who’d believe it.

Even if she knew the truth, it wasn’t as if that would settle the problem.

"Well, at least that made him aware of me. But, wasn’t that only until yesterday? And
everything was finally going well. Honestly, you humans are nothing but a nuisance. I wish I
could chop them up and make them pig feed"

"……"

Rose’s sharp gaze saw through Shimizu.

"Just one more month, and his heart would’ve been mine"

With a grinding sound, she bears the tragedy that befell her.

As she voiced out, she absolutely hated the class rep.

"Really, what should I do now……"

"Th, that type of thing, even if you tell me……"

"Ah, that’s right!"

"What is it this time!?"

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"Hey, Shimizu-san. Will you support us, Nishino-kun and me? Japanese girl’s, don’t they like
managing the love affairs of their close friends? For you who knows of the circumstances,
it’s something very convenient for me"

"Wh……"

It was an unbelievable proposal.

Shimizu took a step back without realizing.

"There’s no way you’d refuse, is there?"

"No, um, th, that is……"

"The earnings from your class, if it’s me, then I’d be able to do quite a lot of things?"

"……"

A pleasant smile appeared, and the one at the top of the school caste approaches Shimizu.

One step forward.

The hand she pulled from her underwear, was still dripping with her soup.

The one being approached had no method to oppose this.

Mentally and socially, she was completely overwhelmed.

"…… I, I understand"

"Fufu, I really like people who can understand?"

At this moment, in order for Rose Rebmann to fulfil her love, an alliance across classes was
formed between Rose and Shimizu.

As for Nishino who was left out, he wouldn’t even dream of this happening.

◇ ◆ ◇

6pm, same day.

A meeting is held after the passing of the two days of the culture festival of Tsunuma
Highschool. The visitors from the outside had left, and it was now time for the closing party.
On the corner of the school grounds was a pile of lumber on each of the cardinal directions,
and a fire was lit in them as the campfire began.

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What played was the standard folk dance music, it was a popular but calming song. Smiles
rose on the surrounding students as they were enjoying it with their swaying bodies. Two
rings split into boys and girls were made, and the two sets begin their hands together, it
was the most fulfilling thing in the world.

The facial value of everyone there was outstanding, they were students at the top of the
school caste. It was a dance where the boy and girl pairs continued taking hold of different
hands, it would be difficult for students who were on the lower end of the school caste to
take part. Their only role was to watch the leads of the closing party from the side.

With no respect given, the students at the middle and lower end of the school caste fade
into the group, for the next few months, they’ll probably be gossiped about, or perhaps
they’ll even be bullied. Especially for the girls, this event was akin to a powerful filter.

Of course, Nishino’s figure wasn’t there.

For he who is in the lowest level of caste, he was not permitted to watch the figures at the
top of the caste even among the group at the lower half of the caste. On the occasion he
visited the scene, he only received puzzled gazes from the ones around him, it didn’t take
long for him to leave.

Even as it happened in the middle of the closing party, he was still regretful, and he
hesitated leaving the school and ended up loitering around. In the end, he arrived in class
2-A that was now absent of people. It was the place he wasn’t allowed to step into even
once during the culture festival.

"…… It’s quite something"

The night clouds cover the classroom.

He gazes at the decorations of the improvised cafe, and he mutters as if deeply moved.

"I’ll enjoy it next year"

There was no way Nishino though the current situation was good in any way.

He strengthens his resolution to stand at this place next year. It is the highschool life you
can only enjoy once in your life, not to speak of the first, but the second, and the third, in
order to make brilliant memories, he renews his determination as well as finds his goal.

Everything is in order to meet with a fulfilling end.

"…………"

And so, it’s because of that, that there’s something he has to do now.

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He leaves the hall and heads for the back room.

There was a separator made in order to enclose it from all directions. What was there was
the simple kitchen space. In the daytime, black teacher was made in their, and the dishes
were also carried in and out, it was all done by his classmates.

"…………"

While gazing at this, he sticks his hand in his pocket.

He takes it out and in his right hand he held an envelope that was the same design as the
one with the missing money Shimizu had. In the envelope was the money that was lost and
the one that had remained there. He had to go out of his way to go to a bank and take out
several thousand yen bills and coins.

He sticks this into a space between several stacked up cardboard.

To him, this was indispensable for his riajuu plan, and a peaceful school life.

As for his plans for the future, when he manages to build up strength outside of the school,
he thought of one day returning to the school. That’s why the problems of class 2-A was
something that he needed to settle. His current plans of activity were now directed outside
of the school, and that still hasn’t changed.

"……Next is that woman’s hush money. Really, my work load keeps increasing"

With a disappointed mutter, he turns back.

He leaves the back room.

It happened immediately after returning to the hall, there was someone else who visited
the room.

"Nishino? You, what’re you doing in such a place?"

"Aah, it’s Takeuchi-kun"

The famed ikemen in his class was there.

Furthermore he was also alone.

"Oi, what’re you doing?"

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"I wasn’t allowed in during the culture festival. And it’ll all be cleaned up tomorrow, at least
once, I wanted to see this sight, we’re fellow classmates so don’t you think it’s only natural
to wish for?"

"…… Is that so"

"What about you Takeuchi-kun, what’re you here for?"

"Nothing much, I’m……"

In Takeuchi-kun’s hand was an envelope that was just like the one Nishino placed in
between the cardboard. Naturally the futsumen’s attention went there. Understanding that
his opponents view moved to his hand, in an instant, the ikemen hid it in his pants pocket.

Those movements were very natural.

"That’s well, it’s something similar for me too. Don’t worry about it"

Nishino immediately noticed Takeuchi-kun’s aim.

Feeling some affinity, he felt a bit happy.

"…… I see"

"Come on, hurry and go somewhere else"

The ikemen forcefully expels Nishino from the classroom.

"Well, there won’t be a problem if there’s a lot"

"Aah? What’re you saying? Koraa"

"Nothing. Don’t worry about it"

"Rather, you’re still talking like that? It’s annoying"

"I apologize if it hurt your feelings. Sorry"

"That’s why I told you to stop that!"

Takeuchi-kun began to get seriously irritated.

Without minding it, Nishino indifferently responds while moving his feet.

And he heads to the open entrance of the hall.

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"See you, Takeuchi-kun"

"Ahh ahh, hurry and go. Getting greeted by a man doesn’t make me happy"

"Same here, I also don’t find greetings from men enjoyable"

"Aah? Oi kora, you looking down on me you bastard!?"

Anger mixed into Takeuchi-kun’s voice.

Thinking it was about time to quit, Nishino leaves the classroom. In reality the moment to
quit was a few days ago, thought as it happened in the past, he didn’t realize it.

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Garagara, Pisahari.

In the quiet after school hall, the sound of the shut door loudly echoed.

"…… Not bad, Takeuchi-kun"

Muttering in a small voice, Nishino heads back home in a better mood.

Chapter 6: Cleaning Up

Thursday the same week the culture festival ended.

A national holiday occured on the monday of the culture festival, and the students enjoyed
their compensatory 2 days off on the following Tuesday and Wednesday, it was a messy
week. With their next day off on Saturday right before their eyes, the mood of the students
and even the teachers were excitable, and at present, all the students gathered at Tsunumu
Highschool’s gymnasium.

It’s been a school tradition since a few years back that the following school day after the
culture festival is used to acknowledge the accomplishments of each department. This
began when the current principal took his position.

After that ends, the rest of the morning is spent cleaning up, that’s the way Tsunuma
Highschool’s culture festival operates. Naturally, the time put into it isn’t wasted, it’s
instead shifted elsewhere. Specifically, the length of classes are increased by one hour for
the month of the festivities.

The students who dislike this are only a few at the bottom of the caste.

"Now then, I will now announce the ones who sold the most"

The student council are the ones presiding over this.

Finally the center piece has come, it is the announcement of who sold the most. In a rare
sight, all the students in the gymnasium are fired up as they wait for the next words. It’s for
this reason that all the classes and clubs get motivated for the culture festival.

This announcement is not separated into classes and clubs.

Starting from fifth place, a track and field boy from class 3-A is goes forward for their
excellence results, after that another is called and the pattern repeats.

When called, a representative takes the stage, and along with the applause, they receive a
certificate and an award.

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On that note, fifth and fourth place get meal tickets, third place gets prepaid cards for
books, these are distributed to everyone in the class. The amount give to everyone is small,
but the total amount is still decent. The source of this is the principles pocket money.

"Next, second place!"

The one in charge is the student council secretary, a second year girl.

Face value at the top, position in the school caste at the top.

She was the small animal type girl with a bob cut.

"Second place goes to, class 2-B’s haunted house!"

The class Rose Rebmann is in.

The reason for the sales go without saying. It was the result of the droves of boys visiting
because of the blonde haired blue eyed lolita that dressed like a monster. The cost of taking
a picture with her after the even had also raised a lot.

"May the representative please come forward"

In accordance to the student council secretary’s words, the representative takes the stage.

Usually it’d be the class representative that goes up, however, everyone in the class push
Rose’s back forward. With that figure in their eyes, everyone in the gymnasium raised their
voices. With the beautiful lolita in their gaze, they all broke into smiles.

If there was anyone with a frown on their face, then it’d be two people in class 2-A.

"After all, no one knows her true character……"

Just the other day, Shimizu had discovered her true personality. The blonde haired lolita
takes the stage with a brilliant smile on her face. The gaze she uses to look at that figure is
harsh. And when she recalls the abnormality hiding behind her face, she can’t help but
voice a complaint.

On the other hand, the one who was splendidly caught in her plans, Nishino, is also the
same.

"…………"

Even without voicing it, this shitty bitch, he mutters inside of himself.

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Along with the certificate in the student council presidents hands, a reward of QUO cards
for a number of people are also given. Rose takes this in her hands, and politely gives her
thanks. With her long charming blonde hair fluttering behind her back, all the boys who
saw it were unable to bear and let out their voices.

Along with the certificate in the student council presidents hands, a reward of QUO cards
for a number of people are also given. Rose takes this in her hands, and politely gives her
thanks. With her long charming blonde hair fluttering behind her back, all the boys who
saw it were unable to bear and let out their voices.

The bobcut secretary puts even more energy into it as she continues the ceremony.

"At last, it’s time to announce first place!"

All the students sitting on the gym floor were anticipating this.

The one being announces was no surprise to Nsihino.

"Tsunuma high schoool’s first place for this year is, class 2-A’s cosplay cafe!"

It was cute, but the vigour in her voice echoed throughout the gymnasium.

With the announcement entering their ears, the prided class clown of class 2-A stands up.

And so, the surroundings look in surprise, and he is the first to raise his voice.

"Yoshaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The class clown was waiting for this very moment ever since entering the gymnasium. It is
his job to lead the class in these moments. If he doesn’t stand out in the moment he needs
to, then it wouldn’t be long before he loses his right to speak in the class.

Therefore, his timing was perfect.

He never stopped believing that his class had taken first place.

And so, following him, the ikemen of class 2-A raise their voices. With this, the joy spread to
the rest of the class. In the end everyone gave a standing ovation. The astute Nishino also
participated. He was handed the sense of unification.

"We really did it! Class rep, your amazing!"

Takeuchi-kun praises Shimizu.

A smile covering his whole face.

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"No way! All of this, it’s because the whole class helped that we did it"

"No, if class rep wasn’t here, then we definitely wouldn’t have made it here!"

"I, is that so…… ?"

"Of course it is!? Come on, you have to go get the award"

"Eeh, o, okay"

The top ikemen in their year, Takeuchi-kun, urges Shimizu and she heads to the stage.

With the attention of all the students, the award is given. A certificate from the student
council president, and electronic money for the whole class. The amount given wasn’t
cheap for them who are still in school. All the classes and clubs persevered while aiming for
this.

Along with the support from the surroundings, the ceremony had reached its climax.

After taking the certificate and award, Shimizu returns to her class. With a smile plastered
on her face, she looked very happy, at that moment, she was fully enjoying her youth.

Nishino gazes at that figure of hers, and the determination inside of him boils up. Someday,
I’ll also reach those heights. Being at the lowest tier of the school caste, the futsumen’s
ambition is great.

Soon after that, they wait for the students to settle down, and continue with the ceremony.

"Next is the award for advertising"

The secretary reads out the name of the next award.

Recently, her tension has been high since she was able to get a rich college boyfriend.

"No matter how great the activities are, if the visitors aren’t made aware of it,

then no award would be granted. This is an acknowledgement of the advertising effort

done by the classes and clubs during the culture festival!"

She speaks in a loud voice.

However, to the eyes of the students, it was simply a throwaway award.

Especially for class 2-A who just got the best award, they wanted to go back to their class as
soon as possible while they were still in a celebratory mood.

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"This years advertising award goes to……"

Each year only one is chosen for the advertising award.

Conversely, it could be said that a considerable amount of advertising is needed to attain it.

"Umm……"

The bobcut girl who has plans tonight wiht her boyfirend to have a beer and sex in a high
class hotel continues.

She continues in a somewhat cute fashion.

"Once again class 2-A’s cosplay cafe!"

"Eh? Seriously?"

Even the class clown was surprised at this. He forgot to make a funny remark. After all, the
class hadn’t put much effort into advertising. Not being able to do anything had also
resulted in the rest of the class being unable to act.

The award was not in their expectations.

"Points were given for the idea, technical finesse, and in addition, the effort put into the
general advertising. A large amount of points were earned for the web site and 2-D code
used for advertising that was done at a high level"

The teachers were the ones who did the evaluations during the culture festival and all the
students knew this. This system was also proposed by the principle. It’s thanks to this that
many teachers can enjoy the culture festival.

"Will the representative please take the stage"

"U, umm?"

Shimizu became flustered as she was called by the bobcut secretary.

It’s only natural since she had no connection to it.

I don’t know anything about a website. While muttering in her heart, even then she still has
to take the stage. After all, she is the representative of class 2-A for the culture festival as
well as the class representative. From the surroundings, as expected of Shimizu! They cheer
in loud voices.

Her classmates urge her forward, and she heads for the stage.

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And then, behind the class rep’s back, there is one individual who secretly earned a sense of
accomplishment. It was none other than the futsumen who made the website and 2-D code.
As he was absent during last years culture festival, he had no way of knowing of the
advertising award. Thus he accepts this unforeseen prize with a grin.

"…… I did it"

Muttering by himself, he tightly squeezes his fist.

He was super happy.

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"But really, class rep’s amazing!"

After the ceremony in the gymnasium ended, everyone in class 2-A returned to the
classroom. It was the success of the culture festival they all worked on together. There’s no
way there was a person there who wasn’t happy.

Everyone of them had smiles on their faces while talking about what had just happened.

"L, like I said, all of that only happened because everyone worked together……."

However, Shimizu’s face couldn’t help but be unwell.

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However, Shimizu’s face couldn’t help but be unwell.

"Then it’s fine to enjoy it. Isn’t it?"

"But, umm……"

It’s for that reason that he gets close to her and straightforwardly asks her in order to settle
the problem. Managing the earnings was her duty. Takeuchi-kun believes it’s because of
her sense of duty that she is now acting like that.

However, what she is actually worried about, is completely different from his worries.

And so, sensing the seed of her worries, someone else raises their voice as if it were an
opportunity.

"It’s like Takeuchi-kun said, I also think you should just enjoy it"

Appearing before anyone knew it, in the classroom, in the cosplay cafe, in the middle of the
hall.

Nishino.

He cunningly mixed himself into the group having their friendly conversation.

"……"

Remembering the events on the final day of the culture festival, Shimizu’s body stiffens.

With her hidden place exposed, that figure of the mocking blonde haired blue eyed
beautiful girl is still burned into her mind.

The appearance of that mocking, blonde haired blue eyed beautiful girl with her hidden
place exposed, is still burned into her mind.

"……. What’s wrong?"

Nishino asked as if she was feeling bad.

Takeuchi-kun quickly puts an end to this.

"No, what’s wrong with you? "

This isn’t a scene for you to be in.

It is a scene only for those with strong communication skills who and the ones who
recognize that. As for the futsumen Nishino who broke in, the ikemen Takeuchi-kun judged

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that it was his duty to stop it. This everyday scene only has room for them, this is an
important rule.

Above all the other party is the class rep Shimizu.

Recently Nishino had been throwing her into one situation after another, but even then, to
the ones in the surroundings she is still one of the beautiful girls in the school year.
Furthermore, the fact that this year’s culture festival was a success means that she is also
very capable.

"No, it’s not like there’s anything wrong?"

On the other hand Nishino responded with a question.

An unexpected response came indifferently from his mouth.

"Look, we’re fine over here. You’re making class rep tense?"

"A, aah……"

There was no way for him to compete with a riajuu with strong communication, so the
futsumen with week communication pulls back from the class rep. As a result of Takeuchi-
kun’s activeness, he had safely protected Shimizu’s peace. At least that’s what he believed.

"T, thank you, Takeuchi-kun"

"No no, it’s only natural"

It is his responsibility to deal with those exclusions.

But that didn’t reach Nishino’s ears.

"But, as expected of class rep. To even advertise without us noticing"

"Eh? "

Takeuchi-kun spoke after remembering what happened in the gymnasium.

It was then that all the other members of the class at the top of the caste gathered around
her. At this moment, the protagonist of the class was without a doubt Shimizu Chikako. It
was expected of the ones at the top of the caste, but even those in the middle and lower
smile while looking at her.

"Ah, no, umm……"

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The class rep felt awkward.

Perhaps if all the events from yesterday hadn’t happened, then she might’ve been able to
accept it.

"Well then, we better hurry and start cleaning!"

While being grateful to Shimizu, Takeuchi-kun takes the lead and begins cleaning up.

Because of the time they had, they couldn’t afford to waste their time. The whole class also
begins cleaning in response. As they were the ones who made everything, they were able to
grasp the amount of people needed for each task.

This won’t end by morning unless they do their best.

With the boost from the ceremony, they continue their labor with extra energy.

It was during the middle of that, that the envelope from that matter was discovered.

"Wait class rep, can you look at this?"

A mob type girl in the middle of the caste calls for Shimizu.

"Nn? What is it?"

"This, could it be the earnings from the first day?"

"…… Eh?"

That couldn’t be the case.

For Shimizu who knew everything, this was an utter surprise. However, the envelope that
mob girl held was certainly something she remembers.

Furthermore, when she opens the seal and looks in, it was the lost earnings without even a
yen in difference.

Naturally, it was the earnings of the morning of the first day.

"N, no way……"

Shimizu trembled.

And then, she’s called by someone else.

"Class rep, I think you have to look at this too……"

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"Eh? Ah, wh, what? What is it?"

The one who called her was yet another mob girl from the middle of the castle, And what
was held in her hand, was another envelope. It was also identical to what she remembered.
Rather, after taking a look at it, it was the exact same.

As it was supplied by the school, it was possible to get it from the shelf in the staff room.

"No way……"

She confirms the insides in a panic, what was there was the exact amount of money from
before. If there were to be a difference, it was that this one was made of bundles of 1000
yen bills.

"What, how….."

Not knowing how this happened, the class rep of class 2-A was speechless.

There are two of the same envelopes.

Because of Nishino’s laziness, various troubles were about to begin.

◇ ◆ ◇

The lunch break on the same day, class 2-A holds a class meeting.

The location is what was once the cosplay room and now the education preparation room.
The participants were a few members of the class who are at the top of the caste. They
were the ones who were at the opening of the cosplay cafe.

And also Nishino.

"…… For now, let’s think about where this money came from"

Everyone surrounded a single desk, and their pointed at the two envelopes on top of the
desk. Along with having an identical design, they also had an identical amount of money.
Normally speaking, this should be something impossible.

"About which ones the fake?"

The male ikmen who fell for Shimizu, Suzuki-kun, asks a question.

"E, eeh…… well, that’s right……"

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The class rep Shimizu already knows that both of them are fakes. The real one was taken by
the xxxxx blonde haried lolita with the ugly fetish, and it is still kept in her bag.

She couldn’t have afforded to shake her head there, now then, what to do.

She worries over it with a difficult expression, but there was a person who anticipated this
and opens their mouth. It was the number one ikemen who stood by the class rep’s side,
Takeuchi-kun.

"…… Well, isn’t it fine to have a lot?"

"Eh? B, but….."

"This must also be the result of class rep’s virtue right? In that case, there’s

no need to make such a big fuss over it. We originally planned to use this for the party, so
isn’t it fine if we just make it a grade higher?"

He spoke in a cool manner. The lightness in his tone was no different than the one he uses
to speak with friends.

"Ahh, I think I’m also in support of Takecchi’s view?"

Suzuki-kun agrees after a short pause.

"For some reason, Takeuchi always calms us down""I’m serious gonna fall in
love!""Actually, I already fell for him?""Ah, wait, if you’re saying that then I also fell for
him!""Ahh ahh, That way of talking really suits you, I’m jealous""I’ll also try doing that from
now on""Stop it, it’ll only end in failure"

In an instant, the atmosphere of class 2-A brightened up.

Takeuchi-kun plays the leading role in unifying the class. Everyone behaved in a way
appropriate for their face’s value, for someone looking in from the outside, the atmosphere
was a soothing but lively one.

Naturally, the busamen, futsumen, fat, bald, and extremely ugly were inferior to them. Even
the ones with bad communication skills wouldn’t be allowed there. If they mixed into that,
then no matter how much they loved the other side, they would never be able to form any
comradery.

Therefore, they were not permitted to intrude.

It was an overwhelmingly cheerful atmosphere only permitted to those at the top of the
caste.

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Ahahahaha.

Ufufufufu.

If there was someone who could throw that harmonious atmosphere into disarray, then it
could only be one.

"In that case, it seems like there’s no need for me to be here"

The man adorned with the title of the lowest level of the caste, Nishino Gokyou.

In the face of that beautiful conversation, as a result of that person not being able to read
the atmosphere, the surroundings direct their gaze towards him.

Why are you acting so self important. Takeuchi-kun finally set the scene, how dare you.

However, the feelings they held did not reach the futsumen. It was as if they couldn’t be
conveyed.

"It’s great as long as everything ends in peace"

His strange manner of speaking while putting on airs was done solely for a sense of
satisfaction. When the two envelopes were found he was worried about what would
happen, but with everything settled, he instead managed to feel satisfied with the result.

"See you then"

He says what he likes and then leaves.

It was as cynical as could do it, and he heads for the rooms entrance.

Naturally, the stares of everyone there were sharp. Why are you acting all cool, so was what
their faces were saying. Naturally, he did not receive a single reply. Everyone wordlessly
sees the futusmen off to the corridor. As if to say, disappear already.

However, this time, there was a person who called out to that piece of filth.

"Oi, Nishino"

"…… What?"

It was Takeuchi-kun.

The futsumen who was called turns back.

Back to the ikemen.

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"What’re you gonna do about today’s party?"

"Party?"

Everyone in class 2-A had planned a party in celebration of the successful culture festival.
Most of the other classes were the same in this. Especially the classes who were
acknowledged at the ceremony, it’s Tsunuma high school’s tradition that those are grand.

This was the first time that the loner Nishino heard of it.

After all, he was intentionally not told about it.

The class had plans to rent out a party room for karaoke and have it there.

They already got in contact with the others to see who’d be present, and the absentee rate
was zero. The teachers wouldn’t participate as it was an event for the class itself.

"Are you coming?"

Being asked, Nishino thinks.

It may be fine for him to go.

He reached his conclusion in only three seconds.

"Sorry, but I’m not feeling well today. I’ll take a rest instead"

"…… is that so, then that’s fine"

"Then I’m off"

Once again walking, the feeble guy leaves the cosplay room.

No matter how much he can’t read the atmosphere, even he understood. If he made an
appearance, then the mood would sour. Above all, being surrounded by his classmates, it’d
be lonely for him to have continually have one drink after another by himself.

That’s why the fustumen decided. He decided at that moment.

He’ll have a drink while grumbling his complaints to Marquis this evening.

In fact, his heart was more shaken than he thought of by the party he had just heard of.

Patan, the door to the cosplay room makes a small sound as it closes.

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Across the thin door, the sound of footsteps become distant, and soon enough his presence
disappears.

Suzuki opens his mouth after confirming this.

"What’s with him, he’s seriously annoying!?"

He was terribly resentful.

"And Takecchi even invited him!"

"Well, even Nishino must have some plans? Don’t get angry over every little thing"

"But……"

Being rebuked by the one who invited him caused Suzuki to pout.

However, after receiving Shimizu’s words as well, he could only quiet down.

"It doesn’t matter what he does. But it isn’t good to force him"

"W, well, it’s fine if class rep says so……"

A very self-interested man. This only happened because he fell for Shimizu.

It was to attract Shimizu’s attention that he even parted with the girlfriend he had for a few
months, and he was now in the middle of appealing himself.

It’s thanks to that, that Suzuki is now starved on both his top and bottom half.

"Now then, let’s also go back the class"

With Takeuchi-kun’s final words, the group breaks up.

Along with the decision to raise the level of the party, the riajuu army of class 2-A
triumphantly return to their classroom.

◇ ◆ ◇

That day, after sixth period ended, it happened in the small time period before the last
homeroom begun. Currently there are two girls behind the gymnasium.

Rose and Shimizu.

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The former had called the latter. Being the one who caused the strife during the culture
festival, Rose had forced Shimizu to hand over her contact information, everything from
her address to her phone number.

"…… u, umm, what is it? Rose-san"

Her mouth twitched.

The expression on her face was completely xxxx towards her.

"It’s soon, but may I have your cooperation? Shimizu-san"

"…………"

Rose asked a question with a smile. No matter how disliked she was, there was no sign of
any agitation in her and she acted in an imposing manner. In fact, it was actually quite
refreshing.

This type of thing also had an impish like cuteness, so was the thought born in Shimizu’s
heart. The limits of asians, and the unlimited possibilities of americans and europeans, the
large gap between them is now on display.

"…… and if I say no, what’ll you do?"

"Do you really want to transfer to another school that much? Won’t it trouble your parents?
Aah, speaking of which, you only have one parent. Your father’s hands are already full, but
to think you would want to trouble him out of your own convenience, really, what a terrible
child?"

"H, how……"

Rose nonchalantly spoke with her smile.

Having been caught by the bait caused Rose to put more strength into her smile. For
students who saw this without understanding the circumstances, Rose-chan is super cute,
that would likely be their first impression. But for Shimizu, she knew what lurked behind
that loveliness.

"Why does Rose-san know about my house……"

"Didn’t you promise? You would aid me in my love"

"But, t, today is my classes party"

"Now that you mention it, my class also spoke about something like that"

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"R, right? Then Rose-san should also participate there"

"Then how about your class combines with my class to throw the party? If there isn’t a
place, then I can find as many as you’d like. I wouldn’t mind if you leave everything to me"

"Eh? No but, I can’t decide those type of things on my own"

"Who is the one who can decide?"

"E, even if you ask me that……."

Shimizu was being forced. Because her opponent is in a higher position in the caste, she
couldn’t strongy fight back either. If she poorly fought back, then it’s possible she’d lose her
position in the school and end up like some other futusmen. It’s because she understood
that she acted as she did.

She didnt live her life while figuring out the face value and titles of others for nothing.

"It’s not a party for close friends is it? If it’s already being done with the whole class, then
the larger the scale of the party, then the more the one who organized it can boast of?"

On the other hand, having the most amount of experience with people compared to anyone
in Tsunuma High School, Rose continually threw her words out. Leading a girl in the latter
half of her teens was a simple task.

"There’s no loss for you. In fact wouldn’t it turn into an achievement?"

"W, what’s, with that."

"With two classes combined, it’ll be a party with close to 80 students? If you opened a book
and checked the history of this school, there’s never been such an event before? Wouldn’t
you think, that if you had such an experience, that it would increase your achievements?"

"…………"

The proposal from Rose.

For Shimizu who aims for Tokyo University of Foreign Studies, it is something extremely
fascinating. Depending on her academic ability, then she has the chance to obtain a
recommendation, it’s for that reason that she greedily searches for more experience than
any other.

It isn’t an even that limits the amount of people to close friends, instead it’s an event that
involves the whole class, in that case there’s no need to think about the smaller points.
After all, the participants aren’t excluded based on their face.

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What is wanted is simply the number of people.

Only the number is required.

The result.

For her riajuu report card.

It’s because Shimizu understood this that she considered Rose’s proposal.

She could imagine the meaning that the results would have.

"Certainly, that might be true….."

The class rep nods after performing her calculations. At that point she had already been
caught in Rose’s clutches. The bait hanging in front of her was too charming. Shimizu’s
heart was frailer than Rose anticipated. It’s weak.

This thing is close to Nishino, the xxxx woman complained in her heart.

"Would you mind getting in contact? I also have to tell the students in the class. So could
you tell the ones on your side the circumstances? Your class and my class, they finished in
first and second respectively, so the topic should be quite easy"

"…… C, certainly, that is true"

Shimizu looked to the future even though it was still far away, and she recognized that the
situation was convenient. However, she still wasn’t close to being an adult, as she is being
led by the nose at this very moment.

She was completely ensnared by Rose.

"What’s wrong? Will you cooperate?"

"O, okay. I’ll go consult them"

"Is that so? Thank you. You really helped me"

After confirming Shimizu’s nod, Rose smiled in complete satisfaction.

However, there was something that she didn’t know of hidden in the class rep’s reply.

The fact that the vital Nishino had no plans of attending the culture festival’s party.

◇ ◆ ◇

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7 pm the same day, after riding several trains, he arrived at a bar in Roppongi. In the
basement of a multi tenant building, a shop with a narrow space of about 20 tsubo, it hasn’t
been long since they opened, and there were no other customers in sight.

It was there that he collapsed on the counter, and drank as much as he liked.

Already on his fifth cup with double the liquor.

"…… Oi, you’re drinking quite a lot"

"What, even I want to drink at times"

"You’re articulation is strange thought, are you really all right?"

"I’m fine. Don’t worry"

It’s likely because Nishino doesn’t usually have strong drinks that his behavior had finally
became strange. He had his elbow on the counter to support him while he brushed off
Marquis’s worries, it wasn’t long before he fell onto the counter.

"I keep repeating it, but your flight is tomorrow. You’ll have to work together with the
people over there. Depending on the situation, it’s possible that you’ll have to begin acting
while over there….. . hey, are your really fine? If you want then instead of tomorrow, I can
get in touch with them at another time"

"What a noisy man? Didn’t I already tell you I’d go?"

"I don’t doubt your ability. I have the utmost trust in you. But, I can’t help but worry about
your ordinary metabolism with alcohol. If possible please at least eat this jerky. Cheese is
also fine"

"Haa, I’m ordinary? where?"

"…………"

It is a job he received in the beginning of last week. The day for it had finally come close,
and today, they were organizing the details between the two of them. Nishino uncaringly
thrusts the plane ticket he received from Marquis into his pants pocket.

It’s been close to an hour since that happened.

After they finished with that exchange, it was finally time for Nishino to increase his
drinking, so he takes off his breaks and becomes dead drunk. It seems that he decided to
drink all he could today. He himself is also treading unknown ground.

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"…… Are you really fine?"

"Aah, i’m fine. Don’t worry"

"It doesn’t look like that. This time I didn’t just give you a ticket but also live ammunition.
You wouldn’t drop it on your way back home would you? If that happens then you and I
would lose our livelihood"

"Who’s gonna drop it"

"No, I’m saying you’ll drop it"

"What are you even worried about?"

"Everything"

Marquis who answered couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

"To begin with you’re drinking more than usual? Is there some reason for it?"

"There’s no reason for you to know"

"I can’t force you if you aren’t going to say it……"

However, Marquis continues.

"The pressure from above is strong this time around. Francisca also mentioned it’ll be
troublesome. Especially for you, you should think about how to approach this, do you
understand that?"

"Fuun, foolish. Of course"

This was also Marquis’s first time seeing Nishino get drunk. In the years that they’ve been
associated, this is his first time seeing the futsumen like that.

Usually he’d end at most with 3 cups.

That’s why he is flustered.

If he mishandles this, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the shop could be blown
away.

The thing at the front of the black bartenders mind was that the neighborhood could
become a burnt field. Even he has never seen Nishino go out of control.

That is something only the person in question knows.

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As a result, Marquis handles him with more care than he would a partner of the opposite
sex on his bed.

"Should I call a car?"

"It’s fine"

"…… Is it really fine?"

"How noisy. Want me to kill you?"

"I, I got it. OK, don’t kill me. I understand"

This nuisance of a drunkard was born as a result of hearing about the culture festival’s
party from Takeuchi-kun. Nishino couldn’t come to grips with the fact that he wasn’t
invited, and a deep part of his mentality was affected due to this.

And as a result of getting drunk, it had finally come to the surface.

It’s because of that, he speaks.

"Another"

"….. No, there’s still half left"

Marquis answered with a straight face.

In fact, the ice didn’t start melting yet.

Nishino continues without caring about that.

"The ice is in bad shape. Replace it with a new one"

"You, are you really fine?"

"I’m fine. So replace it already"

Dan, he violently slams the glass on the counter.

Because he usually puts a cynical pretense, this conduct was very unusual for him.

"O, okay. I’ll serve it. Today is my treat"

"…… Is that so?"

"Aah, that’s right"

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" Is, that, so. Un. Is that so…… un, un"

"What with you, oi"

"No, nothing at all. But well, it, …… isn’t a bad place"

"…………"

Almost never getting words of praise from him caused the manager to be at a loss. This
drunkard is the type to keep changing his emotions. Another troublesome drunkard has
come, so were Marquis’s inner thoughts.

He’s quite accustomed to alcohol considering the age of 16. However, because of his strong
self-control, he’s never experienced being drunk.

Because of that, he drank without knowing his limits, and managed to cross

the line of recovery.

"What?"

"No, it’s nothing. Just that, I’ll favour you from now on"

"At present, I don’t have any intention to receive work from anyone other than you"

"…… Is that so?"

Having heard something he never heard before, Marquis’s eyes open wide.

Even if it was coming from a drunk, it was still a shocking truth.

"Have, you been taking any jobs I didn’t know of recently?"

"Even if you ask me, I don’t have the slightest clue"

At the critical moment, Marquis managed to use the phrase he had just learned. Contrary to
appearances, this bartender put in effort everyday into studying the language in order to
not have trouble with everyday conversations.

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"……I see"

"A, aah, I’m glad as long as you understand"

Seriously, Marquis shuddered as if implying that.

Looking for a suitable response, Nishino places his hand on the glass.

"There isn’t any other person I can trust. And I’m in no hurry to make money"

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He vigorously incline the glass, and in one gulp, he drinks the remaining half of the thin
amber liquid. It was done mostly straight as the ice hasn’t melted, the liquid flows from his
mouth to throat to stomach, and it gradually makes him hotter.

"…………"

"That’s why, here, hand over another"

Everything was the prank of a drunkard.

However, it was unexpected, those were the feelings of the shopkeeper.

The futsumen pushes the glass onto the other side of the counter.

It’s here that Marquis pauses before answering.

"…… Okay. However, wait a bit"

"Why?"

"I’ll turn the signboard"

"Aah?"

"It’d be a bother if customers come wouldn’t it?"

"What, you’re quite thoughtful. Even though your Marquis"

"There are times that even I’m like that"

From the counter to the hall, marquis goes and flips the signboard in the front. The sign
that was open until now had changed to closed. And in a rare sight, a smile appeared on his
face. Only a small one, but it was a smile nonetheless.

It was the first time since meeting, that the bartender saw Nishino’s humanity.

Chapter 7: Party

While Nishino was at the bar with Marquis, Rose was with her classmates in the night city.
As she arranged with Shimizu beforehand, class 2-A and 2-B

will have their party together.

The location is a karaoke party room in Tokyo.

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About 20 to 30 people can fit in a room, so several were reserved and everyone was
allowed to do as they liked.

As every student split between the rooms, it seemed like they reached shared something in
common. That is, the school caste position of top, middle, and bottom.

As today was a large scale event for the classes, the student in the middle and lower of the
caste made up about 70 percent of attendees. As they filled the rooms, certain levels of the
caste were more special than the others and in the end it created a population disparity.

And right in the middle of that, Rose was restlessly going in and out of rooms.

"A, aree? Rose-chan, what are you doing in this place?"

Immediately after stepping into a room, an unfamiliar male student calls out to her.

The one who called out was surprised at her unexpected visit. After all, he was part of the
lowest of low, in other words, the room prepared solely for disgusting otakus. The majority
of the songs were either anime or idol group songs.

There were nine boys with only one girl, the gender ratio was overwhelmingly in favor of
the boys. Thanks to that, they are now looking at the creation of a new princess. Being
fawned over by the opposite sex for the first time in her life, the mindset of the young girl
easily changes into that of a princess.

"Have you seen Nishino-kun?"

"Eh, ah, Nishino? Not that you mention it I haven’t seen him……"

The one who answered was a males student who sat by the entrance.

It was with the shock of Rose’s sudden entrance that the new princess had returned to her
natural state of mind. Huh, I’m not that cute. Compared to the good looking blonde haired
lolita, the appearance of the princess is inferior.

Her stomach come out a bit more.

This also applied to the boys who celebrated the birth of their princess.

Comparing the appearance of both parties, they questioned whether they should really
pledge their allegiance to their princess. They doubted their own vision. How do I say it,
when I look at her like this isn’t she ugly?

Actually, isn’t it bad that her stomach was already sticking out in her teens.

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At the same time, several boys passionately singing an idol song mute it out of
embarrassment. The room had now quieted down, and all the students in the room now
direct their gazes at Rose who stood by the entrance.

"Is that so? Where did he go?"

"Ah, no, that’s ……"

This is when several of the boys sitting next to the princess began to move.

Until now they had just been celebrating their new princess.

But now they get up and move to empty seats. The atmosphere in the

afterschool karaoke room was more excitable than usual. If they worked out a bit of
courage and asked. It might be possible, for even Rose-chan to sing anime songs with them.

They call out to her with that in mind.

"Um, R, Rose-chan! I-i, if possible……""Rose-chan, do you like anime songs?""Rose-chan is

much cuter than the idols on tv!""Um, i, i-i-, i, th, m, mic""It’s, o, open here so how about
it!?"

Several boys extended their invitations.

However, the current Rose didn’t have time for this.

"I’m sorry? But I’m in a bit of a hurry"

"Ahh……"

She sweeps the room with her sight. After confirming the absence of her loved one, she
leaves an apology and quickly exits the room. Along with those words, the door shuts.
Silence returns to the room.

With Rose’s entrance, the outbreak of a princess was prevented.

Is that a good things, or a bad thing, no one knows the answer for that.

On the other hand, she doubles her speed in the hallway in her search for Nishino. The next
room was on the upper floor. At the room she arrived, compared to the isolated room from
before, this one was one rank higher.

When she steps into the room, they conversations they had was not too different from the
last.

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In the end, she couldn’t find Nishino’s figure.

"Where are you……"

With the image of her loved one in her head, she racks her brain while trying to figure out
his location.

She walks down the hall with a troubled face.

And when she turns the corner, she discovers someone she knew of.

"Ara, Shimizu-san. Perfect timing"

"……"

It is class 2-A’s representative, Shimizu Chikako.

Compared to the smile on Rose who walked up to her, the side that was caught had a sour
face. Having just confirmed the smile and destination of the blonde haired lolita, it was as if
she had just stepped on animal shit.

"What a coincidence to find you in such a place"

"E, eeh, a coincidence……"

The class rep was just on the way to the bathroom.

Rose asks her a question while she’s still in that state.

"By the way Shimizu-san, would you know of Nishino-kun?"

"Eh….."

"I’ve looked everywhere, but I couldn’t find him. You’re in the same class aren’t you?
Wouldn’t you know of something?"

"Ah, no, I, I didn’t see him. Where could he be?"

"If I recall, the time reserved is two hours? 30 minutes have already passed so I’m in quite
the panic"

"U, un"

"If you see him, could you tell me his location? I’ve sent a mail, but I haven’t gotten a reply,
I’m very troubled"

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"Eeh, I’ll make sure to tell you, Rose-san"

"Thank you. Then I’m counting on you?"

"…………"

The time spent on that exchange was very little.

Rose immediately leaves Shimizu and heads for the next room.

As for the class rep who saw her off, her inner thoughts were racing.

After all, this fustumen in question isn’t attending this party. During today’s break, he was
extended an invitation from Takeuchi-kun but only received a No in response, and he left
for home alone.

And the class rep knew of this beforehand.

"……"

If this truth was discovered, then what would happen.

While thinking of that, goosebumps rose all over Shimizu’s skin.

This isn’t good, like so.

The class rep loses the urge to urinate and turns back.

Where her feet led was the room she stayed until now. It’s the room with the best
reputation in the party, the room of the gathering of those at the top of the top of the school
caste.

Unlike the other rooms, the number of people was limited. In the mid-range party room
only several 10’s of people fit. Ratio of boys to girls is 4 to 6. It was a room allowed only for
ikemen and cute girls.

She planned to set the story with everyone before Rose arrives.

"……"

However, right before Shimizu was able to go inside, she saw it.

The appearance of Rose who was able to make a step before her.

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Naturally, the number one ikemen in class, Takeuchi-kun, is also there. He sat in the
deepest part of the room. Thinking about it in an ordinary way, that would be considered
the seat of honour. To his left at the cuties girl after Rose in class 2-B.

With him like that, he began speaking to Rose who stood at the entrance.

"Rose-chan, it’s open here so do you want to sit?"

Takeuchi-kun pointed to his right as he spoke.

That was the place that Shimizu had been sitting before she left, but it was now open.

As for the other girls, as expected, they weren’t able to take her seat this time around. Since
Shimizu had led to cosplay cafe to its success, for now, she was sitting at a higher position
in the caste. So the event passed peacefully without anything happening.

However, no matter how high her position is, there is one opponent that she’s no match for.

"It’s fine. More importantly there’s something I’d like to ask"

"Nn? What is it? If your fine with me then you can ask anything"

"Have you seen Nishino-kun?"

"Eh? Nishino?"

"Eeh, no matter where I look I can’t find him"

"Well that’s expected. After all, that Nishino isn’t participating?"

"Eh?"

"Eh? Am I wrong?"

Takeuchi-kun’s gaze moves from Rose, to Shimizu who stood behind her.

"Class rep, did you hear something from him? I thought he said that he wasn’t participating
during the lunch break, but could it be, something happened after that?"

"……"

With a cramp, Rose’s lips begin shaking.

Anger.

"No, don’t worry about it. Thank you for informing me"

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Rose’s tone had dropped a bit.

She turns to her back.

And right in front of her, stood the class rep.

"Shimizu-san, you knew….."

"……"

Shimizu though. This is bad.

Before she knew it, her feet began moving.

"I, I was looking for the bathroom, and I made a trip around the floor……"

Ahahaha, with a light laugh, she leaves the room as fast as she could.

She made a splendid turn

Gyuu, her shoes make a sound and her skirt flips up as she makes her retreat.

"……"

In no time at all, Rose runs after her.

The door was gripped with enough force to crush it.

"Excuse me!"

Batan, she shuts the door behind her and begins sprinting.

Everyone presents in the room wore an expression that said, what was that.

For Takeuchi-kun, he wanted to be together with Rose by all means, but there was
practically no time at all to ask.

Immediately after leaving the room, Rose turned her attention to the hall.

Her eyes chase after her target.

And then, it was a few meters apart, that she spotted Shimizu in the emergency staircase.
She was running with all her strength. Forgetting about being in a skirt, she escapes.

"That little girl, I won’t let her get away"

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Giriri, she grinds her teeth, and Rose kicks off the tile floor with enough

force to dent it.

◇ ◆ ◇

Shimizu ran. She ran as fast as her strength allowed.

Before crossing the door to the outside, she ran down the emergency staircase skipping
over three stairs with each step. In a great hurry, she aimed for the ground floor from the
fourth floor.

And the one chasing after her was Rose.

"Wait!"

She held an overwhelming physical ability that surpassed humanity.

She immediately realized that the class rep is aiming for the outdoors, so she jumps from
the fourth floor to the ground floor. After jumping over the partition on the emergency
staircase, her body fluttered freely in mid air.

With her skirt flying up, her panties were in plain view, but it was as if she didn’t care at all.

"Hii……"

Rose’s figure was reflected in Shimizu’s vision.

The figure of the blonde haired lolita who fell from the top floor to the ground.

For an outsider it looked like nothing but jumping to her death.

With that in her sight her body couldn’t help but shiver.

She immediately peeks over the emergency staircase partition to check on her. What was
there, was the figure of Rose who managed a perfect landing.

It didn’t look like she obtained any injury. Instead, with no signs of agitation, she turns her
head upware and glares at Shimizu.

Where she’s aiming for is the floors above, so she heads for the emergency staircase.

"Do, don’t joke with me! What is that, that person"

The class rep felt as if she was being chased by some unknown monster.

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To think that she wouldn’t use the emergency staircase. Once she gets to the second level,
she goes back onto the floor. She quickly moves through the narrow hall, and she jumps
into an elevator that had happened to come that was heading to the floor below. Shimizu’s
breathing is rough, and all the present guest direct a strange gaze at her.

However, the current class rep doesn’t have the leeway to keep up her appearance.

Eventually, the elevator arrives at the first floor.

"……"

She runs out of the elevator and heads for the front entrance.

The luggage she left in the party room, or the fact that she managed to sit next to Takeuchi-
kun, she had now forgotten all of that. What now occupies her mind is escaping from that
unfamiliar blonde haired lolita.

"Wait!"

With the entrance right before her, she hears Rose from behind her back.

The class rep turns back, and at a distance of about 10 meters, there stood the the one
chasing her. Furthermore, of all things, she took a knife and fork from atop a tray that an
employee was carrying.

"Youu"

And she swings her arms.

The table wear she held had been shot out.

"Hii……"

Gashin gashin,a sound rings out as the pointed end lands by the class rep’s feet.

The sequence of events were exactly like an action movie.

All the other guests there were also dumbfounded.

However, even then Shimizu’s feet didn’t stop.

"A, as if I’d wait!?"

With a butter that was more like a groan, she leaves the establishment.

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On the same road the store faced, there were salarymen returning from work and students
enjoying the nightlife, and it was also crowded by those who were now going to work. Even
if she were to walk normally, she’d still be bumping into others shoulders.

Finding a chance at victory with that scene before her, the class rep squeezes her body into
a crowded road. Since she isn’t tall, once she mixes with the adults in the crowd, it won’t be
long before she disappears.

She most likely wouldn’t chase after that, but she’d stand out if she did.

Furthermore, even if she class rep escaped at this moment, the two would still face each
other the next day in school. Thinking about it like that, there was no way to prevent Rose’s
questioning.

Nevertheless, whether she’d calm down by that point or not is another question.

"Kuu, she escaped……"

The blonde haired lolita muttered in regret.

◇ ◆ ◇

As for the reason, she left her luggage there.

She remembered that she left it.

She got in touch with a classmate before that. And she heard from her classmate that Rose
had left a bit earlier. Fortunately, thanks to this she’s able to once again participate in the
party and continue sitting next to Takeuchi-kun.

With her enemy away from the preimes, Shimizu could now do as she pleased, and at this
moment she’d enjoy herself. Right next to her is Takeuchi-kun. Class 2-A and class 2-B, in
the after party of these two classes, there is no doubt that she is the protagonist.

On the other hand, Rose who chased after the class rep went to visit Nishino’s home by
herself.

The after party of the two, wouldn’t be so bad in the end. With that forward looking
approach, she walks to the futsumen’s rundown apartment. However, the room was locked
and there was no presence inside.

It was then that Rose decided to leave Nishino’s home and head for the bar in Roppongi.
She wouldn’t know if he’s in the middle of work, but when it’s concerning the futsmen’s
everyday life, his scope of activities are limited. It is either his home, the school, or
Marquis’s place.

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That’s also what she reported to Francisca.

The time was almost past nine. It was the time that bars were busiest at.

However, at the front door there was a notice informing it was closed. She peeks across the
door into the interior, and she couldn’t confirm a single figure. The lights were dimmed and
it was truly closed up as the word conveyed..

"…………"

As a result, Rose’s mood took a sudden turn.

What a useless bartender, she uttered about Marquis on the inside.

She had no reason to know, but the bartender was currently in the middle of taking Nishino
home. He went out of his way to drive him in his own car. If she had visited the bar before
Nishino’s home, then the future may have been different.

To her, the drunk Nishino would be best treat she could receive.

And while Rose was caring for his recovery, just what acts could she have done to the
futsumen while his consciousness was still hazy. That scene was a delusion she had
repeated a number of times before going to sleep.

"……. Really, nothing’s going well"

With a subdued mutter, Rose decides to return home.

She leaves Marquis’s store.

She thought of calling a taxi, but she instead felt in the mood to walk, she walked a bit away
from the station as she felt the night breeze hti her.

Covering dozens of meters on foot. Through the populated Tokyo night. Her excitement
gradually decreases, and her usual calmness returns.

Eventually she reached the terminal station.

It happened on that train platform.

Among the people who were getting off the train, she spots someone she is familiar with.

Shimizu.

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It seems she’s on her way home as well. The culture festival’s party must’ve ended by now.
Considering the time, it would now be at the point of enjoying the after party or going
home. Moreover, she was grinding with a delighted expression while staring at her phone.

As she was walking while looking at her smartphone, she didn’t even notice Rose’s
presence.

"…………"

What that figure in front of her eyes, the blonde haired lolita’s sadistic heart lit up.

She stops herself from boarding the train, and heads for the class rep’s back.

And then, she places her hand on her opponent’s shoulder.

"Shimizu-san, what a coincidence to meet you in such a place"

"!?"

The class rep’s face became stiff at the unexpected voice.

Because of her the shock, her hand shook and her phone flew out. And it drops to her feet.

Catching sight of the phone, she was without a doubt amongst the top of Tsunuma high
school’s caste. The expression that was grinning while looking at her SNS until now, had
immediately turned blue.

She had just passed her time together in the culture festival and it’s party with

Takeuchi-kun. All the pleasure and joy she was able to obtain from that, once she saw Rose
in front of her, it had disappeared in an instant.

"Ro, Rose-san, what’s……."

"Your looked so happy, did something good happen?"

"…………"

The class rep immediately looks at her surroundings.

The surroundings were the business district, and it was filled with people, but running
from the same place would be difficult. Furthermore, her shoulder was also grasped, being
able to shake loose and run is impossible.

"Nee, Shimizu-san. Can you accompany me for a bit?"

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"No, u, umm, it’s already late at night so……"

"You wouldn’t decline would you?"

"…………"

The hand on Shimizu’s shoulder grips her like a vice.

She had no method to escape from such inhuman strength.

With that, she is led to a bench near the station, and she was stuck listening to Rose’s
endless complaints, and her praises of Nishino.

By the time she was returning home, it was almost time for the day to change.

Having had the last train pass in front of her, she had to walk the rest of the way home.

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Chapter 8: Rose and Photograph That day, Rose returned home in the midst of
happiness.

"Aah, Nishino-kunn……"

While sitting on the sofa, she grips her her phone with an ecstatic expression.

On the display was a mail received from somewhere else. The name of the sender, as
registered on to her address book, My Darling.

It was after school on the day that Nishino asked Rose to be introduced to someone.

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But the former had been introduced to a fictitious acquaintance.

It’s been almost an hour since she sent the first message, and it wasn’t until now that she
received a reply. Looking at the message, what returned to her was a reply with a character
amount that reached four digits. If taking modern japanese standards into account, this
would be considered disgusting. A message that would put oneself in danger.

However, Rose was happy at this.

That fact that his love was heavy, was something delightful for her.

As a result, she writhed on top of the sofa in her living room.

"Really, how wonderful, Nishino-kun. I want to steal your everything at this very moment"

Her waist was twisting in a strange but excited manner. She continues twisting and turning
while looking at the phones display, while thinking of

the one on the other side who sent the mail, she was endlessly enjoying herself.

What Nishino sent started with a seasonal greeting, his birthplace and age, hobbies,
relation with Rose, income, academic background, and the history of having traveled to his
partners home country, everything in precise detail.

The information the message contained was something that would appear on a resume or
marriage interview.

This was the result of the hard work of the virgin fustumen with no sexual experience.

"What should I do next….."

Haa haa, her breathing roughens as she thinks about what to write.

And then, she thought of an idea for her next message.

"…… Nishino-kun’s picture, I need it"

Until now, she obtained several dozens of Nishino’s photographs through Francisca. The
wall in her room was crammed with all of the pictures she got.

However, all of those were taken in secret. Those were all taken to observe the existence of
Nishino.

That’s why, she desired it.

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Desired a picture taken by the person himself.

"Fufufu. Ufufufufufu"

An unsettling grin appears as she operates her phone.

She writes reply requesting for his picture.

For him, it would be a message that causes his heart to throb.

◇ ◆ ◇

Saturday the next day, Rose received a reply on her phone.

It informed of Nishino’s outing. Ever since Francisca’s investigation, his everyday has been
under their watch. While not being able to go into his home, from the neighboring streets
and in the school, equipment was installed in order to observe him at all times.

It was from one of those monitors that she received an alert of his departure.

To be more exact, it was a video on Rose’s phone from a camera that was installed near the
entrance of Nishino’s home. When she pushes the button for the clip, a recording is shown.

The futsumen locks the door at the entrance and leaves his home.

"He’s finally going shopping"

Rose grins as she recalls the mail she received yesterday. It said, that he’ll attach a picture
after he dresses up. And now she was enjoying herself while thinking about how he’d dress
up.

"…………"

It’s because of that, her body moved before she knew it.

She changes from her indoor to outdoor clothes.

She conceals her hair in a jacket and puts on a light brown wig. The clothes she used were
plain. Furthermore, in place of a mask she puts on glasses. For her who usually sticks out, it
was quite a subdued appearance.

"…… This is also an investigation. That’s right, it’s to investigate the target"

While muttering such an excuse, she leaves her home.

◇ ◆ ◇

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After leaving, Rose moves to a department store in Tokyo.

It was the same one that Nishino went to in order to buy his clothes.

Ever since the night before when she confirmed he’d go out today, she made use of people
to tail Nishino. It wasn’t cheap, but it showed its results as he didn’t notice and she was able
to pinpoint where he went.

With all of that, the figure of the futsumen had finally appeared in Rose’s view.

"…… Why is he with his classmates"

However, there were students from class 2-A with him.

One of the people in the group was someone she had spoken with a number of times.

"If possible could you get a kiton one, do you need the size?""…… Is it fine?""Eeh, he’s the
one who’ll buy it, and he really needs it""Do you really intend to buy it?""Aah, I’ll leave it to
you"

They energetically conversed with the employee.

It seems like his school friend are picking his clothes.

Rose felt resentful at seeing them. If possible she wanted a picture of a suit Nishino chose
himself. However, she was not able to voice her complaints.

She was currently peeking at the situation while hiding herself.

After this and that, the situation took a large turn.

For some reason the employees in the department store had begun moving for Nishino’s
sake.

Rose was bewildered at the sight.

However, if she’s able to get a good picture in the end, then even this would be beneficial
for her. Moreover, being able to see the serious expression of the futsumen in a photograph,
was also something she’d like.

And so, just as the day was beginning to darken, Rose’s phone vibrated.

What was sent, was the single quality image that she expected.

"Aah, Nishino-kun. How wonderful……"

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She was ecstatic in face of the picture on her phone.

What was there was the full body picture of the childlike Nishino. The stylish looks of him
wearing a suit while reclined on the wall with his arms crossed.

It was the pose desired by the person himself. As a result it didn’t suit him at all.

However, with the photography staff who practiced their craft for decades, through the
efforts of the pros, they were just barely able to maintain his appearance. If the subject was
Takecuhi-kun, it would’ve at least been worth something.

But thanks to that Rose was now in great joy.

On the upper floor of the department store, about a dozen meters away. She peeked from
behind the glass of the store at a distance where he’d be able to hear her if she raised her
voice, and it was there that she received Nishino’s reply.

It was when she saw the futsumen operating his phone that the reply arrived.

On the other hand, after safely sending his mail, Nishino begins moving inside of the
photography store.

He lowers his head and gives his thanks to all the workers that aided him, as well as giving
them the payment for their work. And then, he leaves the store in the same way he entered,
empty handed. As if to say his business was done, he heads straight for the entrance.

"……"

That is when Rose realized.

The outfit used for the picture is still inside of the photography store.

Although she received the picture, the collector in her wanted the clothing as well.
Recently, her desire to monopolize Nishino had been swelling. Even if it was a strand of
hair, she would do her best to collect it.

As a result, she had already dashed inside before she knew it.

"Can I have some of your time?"

"Yes? What is it"

The one who answered was the suit of suits who worked in the same department store.
The man in charge of selling suits on the men’s floor, Sasaki. He was currently working with
others in order to clean up.

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"It’s regarding the customer who had just taken his picture"

"…… What is it? Young lady"

Sasaki though. Another strange kid has come.

Because of her small stature, from a glance it didn’t look like Rose was in highschool. He
was no exception, and assumed that he was speaking to an elementary schooler. All the
other employees present were of the same opinion.

"Would you sell the suit that the previous customer wore?"

"Eh……"

Exactly as Sasaki though, another strange one had come.

Furthermore, she said something stranger than even that boy from before.

"Would you be able to do it?"

Rose takes out a check from her pocket, and she runs a pen through it. All the employees
gazes gather as they wonder what was happening. With no hesitation, the amount shown
was a one followed by six zeros, and ending with one million yen.

"…… Young lady, if you’re going to play make believe can you go somewhere else"

The stumped suit of suits, Sasaki, muttered.

If he was a lolicon, then another future may have happened. Unfortunately, he is in the big
breast faction. His home computer is packed with AV’s of women wearing suits.

The voluptuous bodies wrapped up in tight suits were unbearable for him.

"Ara, what a rude employee"

"Wa, wait a minute Sasaki-san, this is the real thing"

A voice called out from behind him.

The voice came from a young man.

In the department store the works as a teller. As for why that person is here, it was in order
to process the bundles of bills Nishino brought. Having been satisfied with the picture, the
futsumen enthusiastically gave all of the money he had brought.

"Ha?"

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Sasaki was surprised at this.

The young man walks up to Rose with a smile and asks a question.

"Young lady, where did you pick this up form?"

That behavior of his was very much like a lolicon.

He was an ikemen as well.

As a result his distance was close.

However, he differed from Rose’s taste.

"What a rude man. It’s my own property of course?"

She grimaces at the man getting closer with a very displeased expression.

As if to say, don’t get any closer.

"Or could it be you’re dissatisfied?"

In ill humour, Rose rips off another check.

The paper with the same amount as before was thrown to Sasaki. It flutters through the air
and falls to his feet.

She moved while everyone’s attention was taken.

"Now then, I’ll be taking it"

Rose takes the suit that hung to the side of Sasaki. It was without a doubt the clothes that
Nishino had been wearing. She once again takes out her phone to confirm it, but there was
no chance that she mistook it.

Naturally, the man who loves suits, the suit of suits Sasaki, was in a panic.

"Ah, o, oii!"

To think she’d go and take it.

After all, the suit she desired, was not a suit to him. It was adjusted in a great hurry in order
for the picture, so it’s practical use is almost none.

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Whether the check is the real thing or not, his pride didn’t allow him to sell the suit that
became a tool for a photograph. First we have to measure the person who’ll wear it, so was
his voiceless yell.

However, Rose didn’t plan on stopping.

"Then excuse me"

Sasaki immediately extended his arm.

But she nimbly doges as she leaves the photography store.

She didn’t care for the others that were calling after her as well.

And so, she runs out of the department store.

Like this she was able to obtain a picture of the one in her mind, as well as the clothing used
for it.

In the future, she will make a high quality print of the picture, frame it, and hang it up on
her wall. At its side, she’ll enshrine the suit she took from the department store by putting
it on a mannequin.

For Nishino who still dreamt of the unseen beautiful italian girl, this was a spectacle he’d
never dream of.

Chapter 9: A Certain Day’s

Incident in a Bar (Nishino and

Alcohol)

It had just passed 6pm. In the basement of a multi tenant building within the Roppongi
business district, is a shop with a narrow space of about 20 tsubo.

Rose sat in the center of the seats lined up at the counter.

"Nee, there’s something I’d like to ask you"

"What?"

Across the counter, she speaks to the master and bartender, Marquis.

"The alcohol he drinks, where is it form?"

"Aah, that"

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"Eeh, that"

The one they were speaking of was Nishino.

Taking a glance at the shelves behind him, Marquis take one of the bottles and continues
his words. It was there that the half drank a bottle of whisky was displayed.

"It’s from ardbeg, but the production for this one stopped in the 80’s, regrettably there isn’t
much"

"Is it that scarce?"

"You’d have to find it at an auction. Other than that it’d be from visiting many of the larger
companies or antique shops. I regularly get in contact and confirm their stock"

"He seems to be drinking quite the luxurious product"

"Well, despite appearances he’s quite the picky eater"

"…… Is that so?"

"One time, I got one that was only a decade old, and he realized it in a single gulp"

"…………"

In order to fit in with the atmosphere, Rose forces herself to drink. She was quite surprised
as a result. If Takeuchi-kun or the class rep heard of what Nishino did, then the first thing
they’d do is get irritated.

"At that time we were talking about a job, and he magnificently turned it down"

"He’s quite the difficult to handle agent"

"But that’s how much value he has"

"…… Is that so"

Rose was troubled and didn’t know what to say. In response, Marquis continues to keep the
conversation going.

"If it was going to come to this, then I should’ve made him drink a cheaper alcohol, that’s
my current regret"

"What do you mean?"

With that, the bell attached to the door rings.

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The one who appeared was the one who was being spoken of.

"…… What, you’re also here"

Nishino.

He takes a single glance at Rose, and lets out a sigh in a discouraged state before talking.

"That’s quite the greeting?"

"Well whatever, hurry and give me a drink"

"Aah"

The fustumen sits a seat apart from Rose at the counter. After receiving the roder, Marquis
prepares it in an accustomed manner.

"It’s quite the scarce drink isn’t it"

"…… Is that bad?"

"That isn’t it? Alcohol should be aged woman should be mature, or I think I heard
something similar "

"I see? Hearing it from you is persuasive. I’m of the same opinion"

"Fufufu, I hope that you remember those words"

"It can’t be, did you hear something from Francisca? If it’s a request then tell Mar……"

"No, that’s wrong"

"…… Then what is it?"

"I only came to have a drink? I had no plans of robbing you of your enjoyment"

"…………"

On the face of Rose who takes a gulp, a vulgar smile appears.

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