I certainly hadn't expected to hear Shinohara's name. She was a girl
from Class D. During the test on the uninhabited island, she'd clashed with
Ike numerous times.
"R-really? That so? No, I was just wondering what Kikyou-chan would
think, is all," Ike bluffed. Despite his words, he was obviously shaken.
"Wait a minute. You're not thinking about Shinohara, are you?"
Yamauchi inquired.
"Huh?! What?! No way in hell, dude! That ugly chick? No way!"
It was certainly true that you might say Shinohara was plain, compared
to Kushida. But she was plenty cute in her own right. She had a somewhat
forbidding personality, but even that could be thought of as appealing.
"Are you for real? Something seems super suspicious here, don't you
think, Ayanokouji?"
"Well, that certainly didn't seem like a typical Ike reaction," I
answered.
"Look, don't get the wrong idea!" Ike shouted. "Shinohara isn't cute at
all, and she has too much attitude! If I went out with a girl like her, I'd be too
embarrassed to show my face anywhere!"
"Ah."
Yamauchi and I had both noticed another presence in the store. We
frantically tried to get Ike to change the subject.
"Sure, sure. We got it. We understand what you're saying. Let's go
pick out Kokoro-chan's birthday present," urged Yamauchi.
"No, you don't get it. You want to know how ugly I think Shinohara is?
Listen up. It's not just her face, her personality is ugly too, you know? Not to
mention she's practically a stick—she has, like, no curves. Even among other
ugly chicks, she's probably the ugliest!"
"A-all right, we get it already. Knock it off, Kanji! Look behind you!"
"Huh?"
Ike slowly turned. Shinohara stood behind him, looking as though she
was about to start breathing fire. Glancing around the store, I saw her friends,
including Kushida, some distance away. I supposed that was only natural.
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They were probably at the shop to pick out a birthday present for Inogashira,
like us.
"You can just go ahead and die, Ike!"
With those heated words, Shinohara stormed out of the store. Ike
watched her leave, seemingly unable to respond. He just stood there,
dumbfounded, looking at Shinohara as she left.
"Wh-what does she mean, 'die'? That's rich, coming from an uggo. R-
right, guys?"
Despite his shock, Ike tried to pretend he was still composed. We
couldn't really do anything, so we just nodded.
"H-hey, check it out, Ayanokouji! The baldy is here!" Yamauchi
grabbed my shoulder.
He clearly wanted to change the subject. I immediately knew who he
meant. A giant man whose forbidding appearance contrasted starkly with this
cute store looked at a shelf lined with goods. His back was turned to us.
It was Katsuragi from Class A. He meandered around, wearing an
intensely stern expression.
"You think he's gonna shoplift?"
I really doubted that. Still, I hid without thinking, and watched him
with Ike and Yamauchi. Katsuragi's expression remained unchanged, but he
glanced around as if worried about something. He certainly looked like
someone thinking about stealing.
I unconsciously grabbed my phone. If I caught Katsuragi in the act, that
could be useful later... No. I rejected that idea.
"Why would I think something like that?" I asked myself.
"Huh? What'd you say, Ayanokouji?"
"Nothing." If Katsuragi tried to shoplift, that had nothing to do with
me.
"H-hey. What's baldy got there?!"
Yamauchi and Ike were anxious to witness a crime, almost as if they
were anti-shoplifting undercover cops. However, Katsuragi returned the thin
box to the shelf. He took down a similar item, then went through the same
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motions again. It looked less like he wanted to steal anything, and more like
he was just confused about what to buy. Ike noticed the discrepancy as well,
and looked puzzled.
"Maybe he doesn't want anyone to see what he's buying?" Ike
suggested.
"Yeah, you're probably right."
So, Katsuragi came here to buy a present for someone. He seemed to
be nearing a decision. Eventually, he picked a box off the shelf and made his
way to the counter.
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Ike and Yamauchi rushed over to where Katsuragi had selected his
present. The boxes looked like thin boards. They grabbed one, turned it over,
and glanced at the product information.
"This is...chocolate."
Ike and Yamauchi trembled, as if something had fired them up.
"W-wait, don't tell me that baldy already has a girlfriend?!"
"Seriously?! So, that's the power of Class A?!"
Ike and Yamauchi were evidently trembling with jealous rage over
something so trivial.
"It might just be a present for a friend, right?"
"Who gives a present with such cute wrapping paper to a friend?!
Would you ?! No, you wouldn't!"
"I guess not."
It was certainly difficult to imagine giving such a cute little box,
adorned with ribbons, to a friend. At the very least, I couldn't imagine that
you'd give it to someone of the same sex. It had to be for a girl Katsuragi was
intimate with. That did suggest that he probably had a partner.
Ike and Yamauchi glanced at Katsuragi again as they hid behind the
shelves, collecting information.
"Is this a birthday present for someone?" the clerk asked Katsuragi.
"Yes."
"Would you like to include a birthday card?"
"Yes, please. The birthday is August 29."
Katsuragi answered the clerk's questions. Who in the world was the
present for? Ike and Yamauchi started whispering.
"Did you hear that? Which girl has a birthday on the twenty-ninth?"
"I-I have no idea. I mean, today's Sunday, the twenty-first, so...her
birthday would be Monday next week, right? Do you know who it might be,
Ayanokouji?"
"No clue."
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If those two didn't know, there was no way I did.
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3.2
"H ey. I guess I've already brought this up, but why exactly are we
in my room?" I asked.
For some reason, part of our usual group had gathered in my room after
dinner that night. Ike and Yamauchi were there, as they'd promised. Kushida
also came, as did Sudou, after he finished his club activities. If Horikita had
been here, too, it would've been perfect.
"Kikyou-chan, do you know the other girls' birthdays?" asked Ike.
"Yeah. I think I've memorized the birthdates of everyone who's told
me, more or less. Whose birthday did you want to know?" she answered.
"Well, the thing is, it might not be someone from Class D," Ike added.
"If it's an upperclassman, I don't know most of them, to be honest. But
if it's a first year, I'd probably know them," said Kushida, just as I'd
expected.
"Which girls have birthdays on the twenty-ninth of this month?" asked
Ike.
"A girl whose birthday is on the twenty-ninth? Hold on just a minute,"
said Kushida.
She pulled out her phone and went through what had to be a birthday
list. After she scrolled for a little while, she looked back up at us.
"Sorry, but it doesn't seem like anyone I know has a birthday then."
"I think it's probably a girl from Class A."
"Class A? Hmm... I know all their birthdays, though."
However, Kushida didn't seem to know one girl's birthday, which was
the day after tomorrow.
"If it's a first-year girl, I should know everyone, but I can't think of
anyone who fits," mused Kushida. If even her overwhelming social network
couldn't produce a name for us, it probably meant that the girl was from a
different class.
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"Does this mean it's probably an upperclassman?" said Ike, throwing
his arms up in defeat and collapsing onto his back.
"What's the matter with the girl born on the twenty-ninth?" asked
Kushida.
Ike responded matter-of-factly. "Just listen to this! You know that
baldy in Class A, Katsuragi?"
"Yeah. Katsuragi-kun is famous. He's the class leader. I was in the
same group as him during the test on the ship," answered Kushida.
"Well, that baldy is giving someone a birthday present on the twenty-
ninth. Even though he's bald!"
"Katsuragi-kun lost his hair completely when he was young, due to
illness. You really shouldn't make fun of him," Kushida warned.
"Uh..."
Scolded, Ike fell silent. He should've been fully aware that mocking
the ill was shameful. Doing so for a cheap laugh made him less likable.
"Okay, so, from now on, you'll address him properly, won't you?"
"O-of course. I'm sorry, Kikyou-chan."
"It's okay, as long as you understand now." There was a brief pause. It
seemed like Kushida had one more thing she wanted to talk about. "Also,
about what happened today with Shinohara-san..."
"Uh..."
Ike had apparently forgotten about the incident, but Kushida hadn't.
"You understand what you should do about it, right?" She didn't touch
on the subject directly, but simply asked that question in a gentle manner.
"I'll apologize," Ike answered sullenly. He looked dissatisfied, but he
sounded genuine. He glared at Yamauchi, who was chuckling.
"Good. If you do that, I think Shinohara-san will forgive you."
Ike might actually have matured a little bit, thanks to Kushida.
"So, you were talking about Katsuragi-kun giving someone a birthday
present?" asked Kushida.
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"Oh, yeah, yeah. I was wondering if you might know something about
that, Kikyou-chan."
Kushida seemed to be mentally scanning her social network, but
couldn't come up with anything. "Hmm. I never got the impression that
Katsuragi-kun was the romantic sort," she mused. "At least, not before."
"Could the gift be for an upperclassman?"
"I suppose so. There's still a lot I don't know, after all."
It would be pretty impressive if Katsuragi had started going out with an
upperclassman just a short while after beginning school. I genuinely admired
the leader of Class A.
"Since it's come to this, let's locate Katsuragi's girlfriend at any cost!"
Ike urged.
I felt badly for interrupting when they were in such high spirits, but felt
I ought to point out another possibility. "Should we really conclude that
Katsuragi was shopping for a senior girl?" I asked.
"Kikyou-chan said she doesn't know any girl with a birthday on the
twenty-ninth, so there aren't other options, are there? Or am I missing
something? It couldn't possibly be Horikita-san, could it?"
It was a completely baseless assumption, but I couldn't exclude that
possibility.
"Well, I guess that's possible."
"Huh? Come on, you're messing with me, right?" Sudou, who'd been
listening quietly to our conversation, suddenly grabbed Ike by the collar and
glared at me.
"Guh! C-come on. I just said 'possibly'!" Ike shouted, panicking.
"Hey, Ayanokouji. When is Suzune's birthday?" Sudou growled.
"Dunno," I replied.
"The hell, dude? You're worthless," he barked.
I still didn't know when Horikita's birthday was.
"I don't really think anyone at our school knows her birthday," I
replied. The only person who might know was her older brother Horikita
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Manabu, the student council president.
"I see. Yeah, I guess you got a point. Just because I don't know, and
Ayanokouji doesn't know, don't mean that he knows, I guess." Sudou
shrugged.
"I know Horikita-san's birthday. It's on February 15. I don't think that
has anything to do with this," Kushida announced.
"Just as we'd expect of you, Kushida," I said.
I'd praised her without thinking. I hadn't expected even Kushida to
obtain information about stubborn loners like Horikita and Ibuki, especially
Horikita. I was one of the few who knew that Kushida hated Horikita, and
Horikita hated Kushida.
I hadn't thought they were on such good terms that they'd tell each
other their birthdays.
"February 15, huh? Sounds like I've snagged some good info," Sudou
chuckled. He wore a wide grin. Ike, still in a headlock, tried to tap out as his
face turned blue. "Oh, sorry. My bad. Kinda forgot about you."
"Ken, you really gotta be more careful. You're stupidly strong!" Ike
groaned, wheezing.
"You asked for it," Sudou answered.
"Then you should've done that to Ayanokouji, too! Why'd you only
hurt me?!"
"'Cause you were closest."
"You single-celled organism!"
"Huh?"
Sudou moved to grab Ike by the collar again, and Ike panicked and put
distance between them. I wished they wouldn't cause a ruckus in someone
else's room. Or at least, not in my room.
"Well, the conversation kind of got off track, but I have a different
idea. There are other potential candidates for Katsuragi's present as well. It
could be for a teacher, or one of the Keyaki Mall workers. I mean, the people
we saw while we were shopping today were all beautiful, right?" I said.
"I-I see. When you put it like that, you have a point."
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Who knew whether an adult would even consider dating a first-year
high school student? From a legal and moral perspective, there was almost no
way they could become a couple. I was sure that Katsuragi understood that,
too. However, we couldn't exclude the possibility.
I wanted Ike and Sudou to understand that it was probably best just to
leave things alone.
"How about we quit while we're ahead, and not get too carried away
looking for whoever Katsuragi's partner might be, okay?"
"Are you seriously okay with that?! Even if that baldy has a girlfriend
with huge boobs, who's also really into him, even though she's older?!"
"I mean, he's in Class A. It wouldn't be strange if he's popular with
older girls."
We, on the other hand, were from Class D. Just being slightly attractive
or having a good personality weren't enough to make us popular. That said,
Hirata was popular with both our class and upperclassmen. Kouenji seemed
to have a degree of widespread popularity, too.
In the end, the one thing I had in common with Ike and the other guys
was that we weren't exactly popular.
"I absolutely hate the idea of Katsuragi beating me!" Ike whined.
"Look, there's nothing we can do, right?"
"That ain't true! Just because we'll probably lose to him doesn't mean
we don't have a chance of winning!" Sudou shouted.
He peered at us, slapping his shorts-clad thighs.
"In basketball, you can use plays that are just barely allowed. You can
even commit a foul, if it's absolutely necessary to win. A strong desire for
victory is what really matters. If Katsuragi giving a present to some girl will
bring them closer, then we gotta stop him from doing it," Sudou continued.
That wasn't rationality talking, but personal jealousy. It wasn't good,
although Sudou seemed fiercely motivated.
"That reminds me, your tournament's coming up soon," Yamauchi told
Sudou.
"Yeah. It's on Thursday. I don't know if I'll get put in the game, but
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I'll be ready, for sure," Sudou replied. Smack ! He slammed his right fist into
his open left hand.
"All right, that's it! I'm gonna get in his way!" Ike jumped on board
with Sudou's plan to interfere with Katsuragi.
"Kushida, please say something to him," I said.
"Kanji-kun, you can't interfere," she said.
"Huh? But... Kikyou-chan, you're interested in knowing who
Katsuragi's girlfriend is, too, aren't you?"
"Of course I'm curious, but getting in the way is not okay."
Just like that, Kushida extinguished Ike's excitement like she was
dousing a fire. Ike looked disappointed. He turned toward me, perhaps
dissatisfied that Kushida had rejected his scheme to interfere, or remembering
what had happened with Shinohara before.
"Okay. You, then, Ayanokouji. You find out the mystery person's
identity. Find out who Katsuragi is giving the gift to."
"Impossible."
"You gotta do it. I mean, you got free time, right?"
I couldn't deny that, but I preferred that Ike just investigate the matter
himself.
"Okay, sure, you want me to find this person. But I'm not even in the
same class as Katsuragi, and we're not friends, either," I answered.
Trying to investigate someone whose name I didn't even know, let
alone gain their contact information and room number, was going to be a
Herculean task.
"I have Katsuragi-kun's contact information. Do you want me to give it
to you?" Kushida asked.
"......"
It wasn't strange that she'd know Katsuragi's contact information.
Kushida was a beautiful girl with a huge social network. She even knew
when Horikita's birthday was, after all.
"How do you know Katsuragi's number?" I asked her.
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"We were placed in the same group during the last special exam,
remember? I asked him for it." To casually exchange contact information like
that was honestly amazing. "So, you want me to tell you?"
"No, that's okay. If I suddenly contacted him, I think even Katsuragi
would be surprised," I reasoned. He might just ignore an incoming call from
a number he didn't recognize.
"You stopped me from interfering in Katsuragi's plans, so you gotta
take responsibility," Ike told me.
"Okay, but even if you tell me to take responsibility..."
"I'm curious, too. You gotta investigate," added Sudou, giving me a
rather high-handed order.
"Don't you think you should do it yourselves?" I asked.
"Huh? I have a big tournament on Thursday. I don't got any free time
until after. I only got a few more days left to practice, you know?"
When I remained silent, Sudou glared.
"Should I force you?" he asked. He swung his arms around, starting to
wind up.
It looked as though he intended to put me into a headlock. There'd be
no escape if he decided to make an example of me.
"Okay, I understand. I'll do some digging tomorrow. Just don't expect
too much. I have no idea how this is going to go," I told them.
For the time being, I supposed it was better to just grin and bear their
request. If I reported back to Ike and Sudou later, and said I couldn't find
anything, that would be the end of it.
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3.3
"I t's so hot. It's so hot, I feel like I could die..."
The next day, I parked myself at the crossroads connecting the paths to
the various dorms, choosing a spot under the trees that lined the road. The
crossroads were unavoidable if you wanted to meet up with a senior student.
They also intersected with the path to the Keyaki Mall and the school
building. No matter where Katsuragi decided to go, I wouldn't miss him.
It would've been better to wait in the cool lobby, but unfortunately,
some girls from another class had decided to get together and have tea there.
Discovering that had felt like entering a restaurant and finding no spots
readily available. I wasn't confident enough to try to slip into the lobby, then
sit down and relax when a seat opened up.
Of course, all the students were dressed casually. That made me think
of Katsuragi yesterday, still wearing his uniform. No rule stated that you
couldn't wear your uniform over summer vacation, but even if you didn't
care much about fashion, the uniforms did get extremely hot. Katsuragi had
even worn the long-sleeved uniform shirt, rather than the short-sleeved
summer one.
Since I was typically low on points, I'd been unaware until recently
that summer clothes were sold at rather high prices. There were girls in our
class who wanted them, but had to do without. There were definitely reasons
why someone would purposely wear their school uniform.
A couple walked out of the upperclassmen's dorms—a guy and a girl.
When they saw me, they changed directions and walked toward me.
"Hey. It's been a while."
"I was just wondering who would wear their school uniform in this
insane heat. I guess the answer is Horikita's brother," I muttered.
Unlike Katsuragi, these two wore summer uniforms. Still, I couldn't
help feeling like something was out of place.
"Whoa. President, this student really has a sour look on his face," said
the girl next to Student Council President Horikita Manabu. She spoke in a
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loud, exaggerated manner. She was a third-year student, Secretary Tachibana.
The girls' uniforms looked as though they didn't get as intensely hot as
the boys'.
"The student council seems rather busy, even during summer
vacation," I said.
"We decided to do some reorganizing work in the student council
room," explained Secretary Tachibana.
"I see."
"You know, that was a really stupid response. You should be careful
what you say, you know? Do you even know who you're talking to? This is
the fearsome student council president!" Tachibana was incensed.
Yeah, I knew that. I also knew Horikita Manabu probably wielded an
incredible degree of influence. I'd considered using a more respectful tone,
but discarded the idea. Horikita's older brother didn't seem to expect it of me,
anyway.
"Do you want to penalize me? Because I'm really running low on
points." I shrugged off what Secretary Tachibana said.
I'd thought that Horikita's older brother wouldn't give someone like
me the time of day. But the student council president narrowed his eyes and
said, "Ayanokouji, if you have no prior engagements, I'd like you to
accompany me."
"P-President?" Secretary Tachibana was caught off guard by the
invitation. So was I. But...
"I've got a packed schedule. Sorry."
"Huh?! You're turning him down?!" Secretary Tachibana sounded
completely flabbergasted.
"Whenever you're free is fine. I don't mind finding a time that works
for you, even if it's after the semester begins," Horikita said.
Apparently, he had no intention of giving up. Avoiding the problem
would not help. I didn't want to waste my time later on. It might be more
convenient to get his request out of the way.
"All right. Let's just do this now. I have time before my next
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engagement, anyway," I replied.
"But didn't you just say you had a packed schedule?"
I ignored Secretary Tachibana.
"Where were you planning to go? I don't mind changing my schedule
to accommodate yours," Horikita said.
"Uh, I was waiting for someone. If at all possible, I'd prefer not to
move."
"But isn't it really hot here? This spot isn't suitable for a meeting."
"I'm well aware of that."
"Well, I suppose we can just talk here. If you feel uncomfortable, you
can head back to the dorms ahead of me," the president told Tachibana.
"No. My instinct says not to leave you alone with this boy, President!"
Secretary Tachibana gave him a salute, as if she were his bodyguard.
Horikita turned back to me. "The student council has received reports
of the results from the island test, and the test on the ship. Were they
difficult?" he asked.
"The student council really has a lot of pull, huh? I mean, to think
you'd be able to get those results," I replied.
"Well, I don't know how detailed the reports really are. The individual
actions taken during the tests remain unclear."
"I'm glad."
"You're glad that the president hasn't discovered your failure, I bet,"
Tachibana muttered.
Secretary Tachibana really didn't seem to like me. Perhaps that was
understandable, given how casually I talked back to the student council
president.
"One way or another, some information always ends up leaked. I know
that you outsmarted the other classes on the island, and that Class D's VIP in
the Rabbit group successfully avoided detection," said President Horikita.
He'd said that things were unclear, but it sounded as though he knew
quite a bit. I suspected collusion.
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Horikita continued, "The name Horikita Suzune came up after the
island test. I heard that she became her class's true leader and outsmarted
everyone. However, I think that you were responsible."
"Aren't you overestimating me?" I muttered.
"In the end, the leader's name was changed to yours. How do you
explain that?"
"You even know about all that, huh?"
"The special examination committee and I are the only ones who know
this. Well, and now Secretary Tachibana. The homeroom teachers don't have
this information, so you can relax."
Just how much pull did this guy have? Student organizations were
usually decorative. They had no real authority. For them to have access to
information the teachers didn't? Unthinkable.
"What exactly is the student council?" I asked.
"The student council itself has no power. The abilities of the person
seated at the top are paramount."
"Wow, that's an impressive statement. You really are in Class A, aren't
you?"
"Isn't that obvious?!" snapped Tachibana.
"But there's something I still don't understand. I mean, the difference
between Horikita and me is vast. If you examine the data, Horikita is far
superior. Why would you bother with some Class D loser like me?"
"You misunderstand. I don't consider the people in Class D stupid.
This school doesn't just shove all the students with superior abilities into
Class A," he replied.
"Um, President? You might have said too much," Tachibana said.
"Aren't you going a little too far?"
"There's no problem. I'm sure this young man understands that
already."
The student council president had seemed hyper-focused on me ever
since our first encounter. Just how long did he plan to keep this up?
"In that case, why do you reject Horikita? Isn't it because she's in
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Class D?" I asked.
"I know everything there is to know about my little sister's capabilities.
She's a failure who belongs in Class D. Nothing more, nothing less," he
replied.
He clearly viewed his younger sister in an incredibly harsh light.
"Everything was Horikita's idea. Your sister doesn't have any friends
except for me, so she had to employ me to play the necessary parts," I
answered.
"That's not true. She'd never think of something like that."
It seemed as though he had a perfect understanding of Horikita,
perhaps because they grew up together. Even so, I now understood
something. This guy probably had his eye on me for the same reason as
Chabashira-sensei.
If the president had noticed that I scored exactly 50% on all my
entrance examinations, he might also have noticed the difference between my
resume and my student report.
"Stop fishing for information about my personal life. I just want to
spend my days here quietly," I said.
In response, the student council president pushed up his glasses and
said something completely astounding.
"I asked you once before. Will you join the student council?"
Secretary Tachibana's eyes widened in shock.
"Wow, that sounds super easy. What, there are still positions that
haven't been filled or something?" I asked.
"P-President?" Secretary Tachibana stammered. "Didn't we just accept
a first-year girl onto the student council the other day? We've also gotten new
appointments from the second-year classes. All the seats should be filled."
"There's still one open position, isn't there?" he asked.
"One? Y-you can't mean—?!"
"Ayanokouji, if you wish, I'll appoint you vice president," the
president said.
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"W-wait a minute!" Secretary Tachibana seemed to recover her resolve
in an instant. An interesting person. "This is completely unprecedented! He's
a first year, and from Class D to boot! We can't suddenly appoint this rude
boy to the vice presidency!"
"I've said this already, but I refuse any position," I said.
"And on top of that, he just refuses!" Tachibana wailed.
This was all rather odd. I couldn't imagine that the president was
joking; his evaluation of me seemed honest. Horikita's older brother certainly
did have access to information, and I could understand why he'd choose me,
rather than people like Ike and Yamauchi (no offense to those guys). But he
should've started with people like Katsuragi and Ichinose, or even Hirata.
There were also other candidates with strong latent abilities, like Kouenji.
The president had no motive to fixate on me. There had to be a reason
why.
"I don't know that this is for me to say, but starting next year, the
school will change dramatically. Not for the better. When the time comes, I'll
need the power to combat that change. It might already be too late. The need
grows stronger every day."
"President, you're talking about what'll happen when Nagumo-kun is
elected president, right? I can't imagine he'd change the school that much for
the worse," Tachibana said.
I'd never heard the name "Nagumo" from any first-year students. If the
president said that the change was coming next year, that probably meant
Nagumo was a second-year student.
"There can be two student council vice presidents. There is typically
only one in any given year, but if you wanted the position, it wouldn't be
impossible," he told me.
"N-no, no no no, President! That's impossible...! There's no way
Nagumo-kun would permit something like that," Secretary Tachibana
interjected.
"Look, I don't know about vice presidents, or this Nagumo guy, or
whatever. I'm not doing it. Besides, you're going to graduate, right? There's
no need for you to worry about the students left behind. Or is there?"
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I paused for a moment, using that brief silence to stress the importance of
what came next. "Well, if you want me to help you because you're worried
about your sister, I might be able to squeeze you in for a consultation."
"I see."
Horikita Manabu seemed to have given up on me.
"Sorry for taking up your time. Please feel free to stop by the student
council whenever you like. I would be happy to offer you tea," he said.
Even someone like the student council president was wrestling with his
own anxieties, I mused. I wanted to go back to the dorms, but I couldn't. I
had to wait for Katsuragi.
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3.4
T hirty minutes after I'd spoken with Horikita's older brother, I
watched Katsuragi approach. He wore the same thing he'd had on yesterday
and held some kind of shopping bag. Perhaps it contained his purchase.
What's this all about? I wondered.
There was still some time left before the twenty-ninth. But if Katsuragi
was carrying the gift with him now, that probably meant he planned on
handing it over immediately. Right?
At any rate, I still wanted to know why he was wearing his uniform.
Maybe he planned to meet with this person in formal wear, but I honestly
couldn't imagine doing something so important while wearing a uniform in
the heat. I held my breath as I watched Katsuragi arrive at the crossroads.
He didn't take the path toward the upperclassmen's dorms.
Unbelievably, he headed in a direction I hadn't expected: towards the school.
I followed, taking care that he didn't notice me.
"That's why he's wearing his uniform, huh?"
I finally understood. He wasn't doing so because he liked the uniform
—it was to enter the school building. Katsuragi walked straight through the
main entrance, and I couldn't just follow. Entering the school building while
wearing casual clothes was forbidden.
Did you meet Katsuragi?!
My cell phone vibrated with a rather thoughtless chat message,
undoubtedly sent by someone back in their room. I deliberately put my phone
away, then changed my plan of attack.
I headed toward the shop where Katsuragi had picked out the present
yesterday at the Keyaki Mall. I stood before the stacks of chocolate boxes
and tried to picture him buying the gift for a man, but it didn't seem very
likely. The boxes had flourishes such as hearts and other designs that would
appeal primarily to girls.
"Ha ha ha! I know, right?"
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Some boisterous female students passed behind me. I felt a light thump
on my back.
"Oof."
Reflexively, my elbow brushed the stacks of boxes. The chocolates
came tumbling down in an avalanche. The girls, completely absorbed in their
conversation, did not notice the tragedy that had just unfolded. They kept on
walking.
"Jeez," I muttered.
"What are you doing?"
"Geh!"
As I frantically tried to re-shelve the boxes, a giant man called out to
me. It was Katsuragi. He looked extremely perplexed.
"I came here to buy...a birthday present," I stammered.
That was the only answer I could come up with. Katsuragi looked
down at the scattered boxes, then bent and started picking them up.
"Ah, it's okay. I can do that," I said.
"Don't worry about it. I think this mess might make other customers
uncomfortable. It's best we clean up quickly. Two are better than one."
There wasn't any hint of dislike in his voice. I'd probably only spent
around thirty minutes in the mall. I wondered if Katsuragi had finished his
business at school so quickly. However, he still held his gift bag. I stealthily
peeked inside and saw a thin, gift-wrapped box. The present. He hadn't given
it away yet.
We finished cleaning up before we knew it. Fortunately, neither the
clerks nor the other customers had noticed us tidying.
"Thanks a lot."
Katsuragi was a good guy. Even on the uninhabited island, he'd shown
a strange goodwill toward us when we discovered the corn. I didn't expect
him to be merciful if push came to shove, but he didn't appear to be a bad
person.
"Are you giving your girlfriend a present?" he asked me.
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"Huh? Uh, no, I don't have a girlfriend. The present is just for a
classmate. I think I'll buy something next time, though," I answered.
I moved farther from the shelves. Katsuragi, as if in sync with me, also
moved backward. I decided I'd try to extract more information.
"Are you buying a birthday present?" I asked.
"Hmm? Why would you think that?"
"You're holding a bag from this store," I said.
"I see. Well, yes, you're certainly right. I suppose I didn't think about
it," Katsuragi mused.
His eyes met mine.
"I couldn't find what I wanted. The selection's not great. What did you
buy?" I asked.
"Nothing major. One of the boxes of chocolates. I don't think the
selection in this store is bad at all, but I suppose it comes down to individual
preference. I ought to look around elsewhere," he replied.
Katsuragi walked toward the door, and I followed him. We left the
store together before I could ask who the gift was for.
"Why are you wearing your uniform?" I inquired. I wouldn't have
broached the topic yesterday, but he'd been wearing it for two days straight.
"You're required to wear your uniform if you enter the school," he
replied.
"So, you went to the school?" Of course, I knew that already.
"Uh, well, I've various private matters to attend to," he replied.
Although Katsuragi was being vague, he seemed to have something on
his mind. He glanced in the direction of the school briefly.
"Hey, have you ever thought about the disadvantages of attending this
school?" he asked.
"Disadvantages?"
"Yeah. I don't mean being divided into classes. I mean something that
affects all students equally."
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I considered his mysterious question. The class system had its
downsides, of course, but the problems it created mostly affected the lower
classes—like Class D's current points shortage. It was hard to imagine Class
A in a similar situation.
Since Katsuragi said the disadvantage applied to all students equally,
that probably wasn't it. But then, what in the world was he talking about?
Nothing came to mind.
"You know. The stipulation that you can't contact anyone on the
outside," he explained.
"Ah, I see." I personally considered that an advantage, but it was
probably bad from a normal person's perspective.
"Don't you want to contact your parents or siblings?"
"Eh. Well, I do get the feeling that lots of students would agree with
you," I replied.
Quite a few girls, in particular, said they felt lonely. The school was
strict about controlling the flow of information, so it forbade communication
with the outside world. Breaking that rule could mean expulsion.
"But the benefits you get from the school are tremendous. That one
disadvantage isn't enough to make you feel dissatisfied, right?" I asked.
"True. Both the points system, and the quality of the facilities here, are
things that ordinary students can only dream of," he replied.
On top of that, Katsuragi would also graduate from Class A. Wait, why
was I talking so casually with Katsuragi? And during summer vacation, no
less.
"You're close with Horikita, aren't you?" he asked.
"Is that misconception making the rounds or something?" I asked.
"Misconception? I saw you working together earlier."
"Well, it's just one of those things. It's not exactly what either of us
wanted, but we were kind of forced into a partnership, I think. We really only
talk because we're seated next to each other," I explained.
Katsuragi seemed to understand. He nodded. "Ah, so that's how it is.
Well, despite seeming like I know a lot about other classes, there's quite a bit
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I don't know. If I offended you, please forgive me. I had no ill intent," he
replied.
"Nah, I get that a lot. Don't worry about it. Horikita's pretty active, and
she does a lot," I answered.
"It does appear that way." Katsuragi didn't seem as though he was
going to elaborate any further. Instead, he changed the subject. "To tell you
the truth, this is the third time I've visited this store. I'm the kind of person
who tends to agonize over things. Even if it's just a single present, I can't
make a snap decision when someone's feelings are involved."
Someone he agonized over giving a present to? Who in the world could
that be? I decided to try digging a little deeper.
"You're a really sincere person. I mean, to go out and buy someone a
birthday present," I replied.
"Is it strange to celebrate someone's birthday?"
Looking at the giant chrome dome in front of me, I did feel like his
forbidding appearance contradicted his kind actions. But that was entirely my
own bias. I mean, the world even contained delinquents who'd save a cat left
out in the pouring rain.
"Okay, I'll just ask straight out. Who's the gift for?" I asked.
Questioning Katsuragi in a roundabout way would get us nowhere.
"Who am I giving it to?" He seemed perplexed. "It's personal. It's not
for you to hear."
He'd dodged the question. If we'd been best friends, I might have been
able to push further, but as it was, I couldn't do much.
"Please excuse me," he added. With that, Katsuragi headed back
toward the dormitory.
I'd managed to solve the mystery of why he was wearing his uniform,
but more mysteries had sprung up in its wake. Why was Katsuragi going to
the school building? Why had he returned to the store? I had no idea at all.
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3.5
"H ey, Ike. I investigated the Katsuragi case."
"Whoa, seriously? Man, way to go, Ayanokouji! I'm seeing you in a
new light!"
Ike slapped my shoulder as he complimented me. Had I really done
something that warranted him reevaluating his opinion of me? Maybe he
hadn't thought much of me to begin with.
"Unfortunately, I couldn't find out who the present was for," I
explained.
To be more precise, I couldn't find a girl who fit the bill. As I said
before, no one in our grade level had that birthdate. I couldn't think of any
student from another year whose birthday was the twenty-ninth, either.
Therefore, the person in question might not be a student at all.
Yamauchi looked up with wide eyes. "Oh man, no way.
I know what's going on. Whom Katsuragi wants to give that present
to."
Rather than looking overjoyed, he had a sorrowful expression.
"Hey, Kanji. Didn't you think that Valentine's was hell, back in junior
high?"
"Wh-what the hell are you asking me for? Well, sure. Yeah, it was
tough. What about it?"
"I think this is basically an extension of that. I think he actually bought
the gift for himself," said Yamauchi.
"No way, that—n-no, wait, I guess it is possible. I can't imagine that
baldy is very popular..."
The pair of them seemed convinced. I hadn't considered that
possibility, so doubts popped into my mind. "You're saying that he bought
the present for himself? For his own birthday?"
"You think it's for something else then, Ayanokouji?" They glared at
me.
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People didn't normally buy themselves birthday presents, did they?
Maybe if you thought of the present as a reward—like when you treated
yourself to something delicious, or went out and bought something for
yourself. This was different, however. Katsuragi specifically purchased
chocolates with girlish packaging, and had them gift-wrapped.
If he had a sweet tooth, there were probably other ways he could treat
himself.
"You seriously don't get it?"
"Unfortunately, no."
"Okay. Katsuragi doesn't seem popular with the ladies, right? But right
now, he is the leader of Class A."
I refrained from commenting on that.
"He's got a lot of pride. He'd definitely want people to think that he's
popular. It's all an act."
"So, he's going to play this off like someone else bought the chocolates
for him?"
Ike and Yamauchi must've felt pretty sure of this conclusion, because
they both nodded in agreement.
"I did the same thing, back in junior high," Ike said. "Made it look like
I got a present from the cutest girl in school."
"When you put it like that, it sounds hollow."
"Well, yeah, of course. But, that way, you're saved from the absolute
despair of not getting any gifts!" Ike sounded angry. Apparently, he
considered Valentine's Day and birthdays to be significant events.
"Besides, you're the same as me," he added. "Right, Haruki?"
"Huh? No, no way. I was popular with the ladies. Didn't you know?"
"Well then, why would you come to a conclusion like that? It's
because you thought Katsuragi was doing the same things you did!"
"Nah, that's not true. In junior high, there was a really unpopular guy
like you, Kanji. I knew about him. That's it."
Yamauchi was obviously bluffing, but I didn't have time to prove it.
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"Aren't you just speculating?"
"No! That's definitely what's going on!"
They seemed to like this theory, and they didn't appear to have any
intention of debating further.
"Hey, Haruki. Maybe we misunderstood the bald—I mean, Katsuragi.
You think?"
"Yeah. We treated him like an enemy from Class A, but I suddenly feel
closer to him."
"So, you were an unpopular dude who bought himself presents, huh?"
"Wrong. He just reminded me of my classmate. I felt sorry for him."
Yamauchi stubbornly denied Ike's jabs.
"Hey, do you want to help me out?" Ike asked me.
That was a sudden shift. "Help with what?" I asked.
"We're going to get him a birthday present." Ike's newfound sympathy
for Katsuragi appeared genuine. "It's better when you get something from a
girl, but that's impossible in this case. I suppose getting a birthday present
from anyone would be a blessing, wouldn't it?"
That logic seemed strange, but I couldn't completely deny it. People
would rather receive a present from someone else than buy something for
themselves. That said, they might not appreciate pity. If Katsuragi really had
bought himself a gift, would it be a good idea for these two to "help" him
out?
Ike and Yamauchi had already started discussing what to buy, but
doubt still nagged at me. There weren't any girls with a birthday tomorrow.
However, we hadn't eliminated all the other possibilities. There were still the
teachers and other academic staff, as well as quite a few campus employees.
If we broadened our idea of who the girl might be, plenty of candidates
remained.
Besides, if Katsuragi did buy the present for himself, why had he
purchased it so openly? He had been wearing his uniform in the middle of
summer vacation. He had clearly stood out. It was easy to imagine people
feeling suspicious if they saw him.
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"Ayanokouji, you contribute some points, too. If we put about 1,500
points together, then we should be able to get something good."
I'd had this conversation yesterday, though. My expenses were going
to double. A thousand points wasn't a small amount.
"Ayanokouji, this might be a little fast, but let's celebrate Katsuragi's
birthday tomorrow."
Ike and Yamauchi acted almost as if a switch had been flipped. They
went from hating Katsuragi to liking him in two seconds.
"Are you really buying something?"
"Of course. Don't you want to save a lonely, unpopular man?"
This was getting troublesome. I realized I'd better not refuse them. We
decided to meet up the next day, and dispersed.
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3.6
W hen we gathered the following afternoon, Kushida was there, too.
"Hello, Ayanokouji-kun," she said.
"O-oh, hey," I responded. Why was she there?
Ike answered my unasked question. "You see, I had a chat with
Kikyou-chan yesterday. When I told her that we were going to buy a present
for Katsuragi, she said she definitely wanted to help. She was like, 'Please let
me help,' and all. Anyway, Katsuragi would probably be happier to have a
girl celebrate with him, rather than a bunch of guys."
Ike blabbered on and on about what a good person Kushida was, but he
probably just wanted an opportunity to get together with her. Also, in her
eyes, this would probably make him look like a good guy—the type who
cares about his friends.
"Katsuragi-kun has done quite a bit for me, too. I'll help out with the
present's cost, of course," added Kushida.
Ike looked at her lovingly. Yamauchi also seemed happier with her
around. Kushida's charms affected him, too, even though he was aiming for
Sakura.
"By the way, Ayanokouji-kun, why are you wearing your uniform?"
asked Kushida.
"Meh. No reason." I'd taken off my jacket because it was hot, but the
uniform still made me stand out, unfortunately.
"Come on, let's get going!"
Ike and Yamauchi walked on either side of Kushida, while I followed
behind. Moments after we started walking, they managed to get a
conversation blossoming.
As we walked, I saw someone I didn't usually see outside.
"Hey, sorry. Could you guys go on ahead? I want to stop here for a
sec," I told them.
"Sure, but don't keep Kikyou-chan waiting too long," Ike replied.
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"Okay."
I left them and approached Horikita.
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"Don't you look carefree? Are the four of you just casually going
shopping? Even after we suffered so much at Ryuuen-kun's hands?" she said.
"Well, that just means that Class C did something right. There's no use
worrying about it now."
"I suppose not. But I'm still uneasy about certain things."
"Such as?"
"Never mind."
She turned away with complete disinterest, like a haughty actress.
"When are we? Right now?" I asked.
"Huh?"
"I mean, at what point in the school year are we now? Do you know?
The month?" I continued.
"What are you talking about?"
"Look, we just finished the first semester of our first year. We don't
need to ricochet between happiness and despair, with nothing in the middle,
simply because they've got a small lead on us now."
"But, even so, we suffered a severe loss. If we don't think of a way—"
"Although you can't see what's directly beneath your feet, you're
always looking far ahead. If we're talking academics, then you're certainly
peerless. But when it comes to unusual tests, well, you just kind of run in
circles. That's my impression, anyway."
"I know that," she replied.
"So, you're aware? I think that it's preferable for you to fall until you
hit rock bottom," I said.
"What do you mean?"
It was good to be thoroughly beaten down from time to time, as long as
you eventually crawled back up. I thought Horikita had the potential to do
that.
"There's an order to things. It's probably better for you not to panic,
but to take things slowly. Right?"
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"You say there's an order to things, but if that's true, why did you go to
all that trouble back on the island? Isn't that contradictory?"
"Yeah, probably."
It made sense that Horikita found that confusing. She had no clue about
my dealings with Chabashira-sensei. During the test on the island, I was
forced to show off my abilities. I'd had no choice but to act.
Of course, I had no pawns at my disposal during the test on the cruise
ship, which made it extremely challenging. Various other methods had been
available to me, but I'd refrained from employing them. I was fundamentally
disinterested in things like class rankings. By giving Chabashira-sensei only a
partial display of my abilities, I'd bought some time without making too
much of a splash. From that perspective, the tests had been hugely successful.
"More importantly, don't you have any questions about the way I
look?" I asked.
"Well, I think your clothes are ill-suited to this weather, but I don't
really care," Horikita replied.
She wasn't interested in others, as usual. "What are you reading
today?" I asked.
"None of your business." Apparently, she didn't intend to show me the
book's title.
"Well, whatever. I'm keeping Ike and the others waiting. Do you want
to come?"
"You're kidding, right? I refuse."
I'd known all along that that would be her answer.
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3.7
"W hat are you all doing?"
Katsuragi, usually so calm, couldn't hide his surprise when Ike and the
others surrounded him. Kushida quickly spoke up. After the last test,
Katsuragi would be most familiar with her.
"Sorry for bothering you, Katsuragi-kun. Do you have a moment?" she
asked.
"Kushida? What's going on?"
"To be honest, I heard about all this from Ike-kun and the others. Isn't
it your birthday today, Katsuragi-kun?"
"Well, yes, but...I'm surprised you found out." Katsuragi wore a
slightly puzzled expression, as if he couldn't remember telling anyone his
birthday.
"The four of us wanted to celebrate with you, Katsuragi-kun,"
explained Kushida.
"Oh, that's all right. There's no need for you to do anything special."
Far from being welcoming, Katsuragi appeared guarded. That was to
be expected. He probably thought this was a trap laid by Class D. The fact
that he hadn't immediately shot us down was likely due to Kushida.
"Do you have plans today?" asked Kushida.
"Well, no. Not exactly."
Kushida clapped her hands and smiled, almost as if she were saying,
"I'm happy to hear it!" If an ordinary guy saw that smile, he would've been
smitten right then and there. Katsuragi, the leader of Class A, probably
wasn't quite as easy a target.
"I'm terribly sorry to be rude, but we're not exactly close friends. If
you have an ulterior motive, please tell me," he said.
"No, we don't have an ulterior motive. We really just wanted to
celebrate your birthday, Katsuragi," said Ike, wearing a serious look. He
probably felt genuine sympathy.
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"Hrm."
Katsuragi's mouth tightened, and it looked like he was about to turn us
down. Then I realized that he still held the birthday present bag from
yesterday. He'd purchased it two days ago; why was he was still walking
around with it? Ike and the others didn't seem to share my suspicions (or
pretended not to).
"I'm sorry, but I have some business in the school building. Excuse
me," Katsuragi said.
"School? You know, that reminds me. You've been wearing your
uniform a lot recently. What's going on?" asked Ike.
"What do you mean by that?" Katsuragi asked. His expression
changed, as if he had switched into battle mode.
"Huh? What do you mean, what do I mean?" Ike looked startled.
"How did you know I've been wearing my uniform?" Katsuragi glared
so intently, it was like he was devouring Ike.
"Huh? Well, no. That's not—" Ike gulped reflexively.
"After you and I talked yesterday, I met up with Ike and the others. I
told them. Was that bad?" I asked. Given no other choice, I offered Katsuragi
an explanation. "I thought it was rather unusual to wear that uniform during
summer vacation."
"I see. Well, when you put it that way, I suppose you're right,"
Katsuragi answered.
"Yeah. That's what I was getting at, dude," added Ike.
"So, why are you going to school?" I asked. I'd successfully changed
the topic, at least for the time being.
"It's personal. Nothing to do with you," he replied.
"Well, maybe I'm prying too much, but is something bothering you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You were also carrying that bag around yesterday, weren't you? It's a
bit unnatural to take that with you to school. You've been holding it since we
met at the store yesterday. I think I must've seen you with it at least three
times so far. Right?" I asked.
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"I have some business with the student council. That's all," he said.
Once again, a certain organization's name had come up.
"Were you wearing your uniform yesterday because you were going to
the student council room?" I asked.
"That's right. However, they were out," answered Katsuragi.
"If I remember correctly, the student council room was being renovated
until yesterday. It should've been unusable," I told him.
Katsuragi looked surprised. He asked how I knew.
"I happen to have a slight connection to the student council president,"
I told him.
"You're an acquaintance of his?" Katsuragi asked.
"Well, I wouldn't say we're really well-acquainted, but...something
like that."
"Ah, I see. Horikita from Class D is the president's little sister, hmm?"
Katsuragi had arrived at that conclusion rather quickly. "In that case, it might
be better for you to accompany me, if time permits. Would you mind?"
With that, I more or less understood what Katsuragi was after.
"What a coincidence. I also happen to have some business with the
student council," I replied.
"Is that why you're wearing your uniform?" he asked.
Of course, I'd only worn it to discover Katsuragi's intentions. Now,
however, I thought I should be able to slip into the student council room
easily and get close.
Katsuragi nodded. Leaving the others behind, we headed toward the
school building.
"Pardon the intrusion," said Katsuragi in a loud, clear voice, as he
knocked on the council room door. Student council president Horikita
Manabu and Secretary Tachibana greeted us. The older Horikita immediately
noticed my presence.
"It would seem we have some unexpected visitors."
I bowed slightly in greeting. Secretary Tachibana looked disgusted.
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"I came here today with a request. I heard that student requests go
through the student council," began Katsuragi.
"Apparently, you stopped by yesterday. The day before, as well. We
were absent because the room was being renovated. I apologize," explained
the elder Horikita.
"Oh no, it's quite all right. It's summer vacation. The fault is mine.
However, I'm glad to meet with you today. I was afraid I'd have to go
directly to your dormitory to find you," Katsuragi continued.
Why did Katsuragi want to come to the student council office in the
middle of summer vacation? What exactly was he after?
"The school forbids students to establish contact with anyone on the
outside while we're enrolled here. I've come to inquire further into that."
"It sounds as though you've looked through the school regulations. No,
outside contact is not allowed, unless there is a compelling reason such as
severe illness or injury."
"Right. However, I'd like to send a package and message to my family
off-campus. Of course, I don't expect a reply," said Katsuragi.
He was describing one-sided communication, then?
"Even if communication is one-sided, it's still not permitted," the
president replied, in a very professional manner.
However, Katsuragi wouldn't have come to the student council room if
he could be discouraged that easily. "I heard that the rules about cutting off
contact don't apply to packages. Surely, if what is sent doesn't include any
text, information, or communication, that wouldn't break the rules, would
it?"
"The rules prohibit it. The restrictions exist for a reason. When the
school was founded, the rules weren't quite as strict as they are now," the
elder Horikita explained. He looked at Secretary Tachibana and nodded.
"It's just as the president says. Originally, shipping a package would've
been permitted. However, several students broke their promises. They hid
letters in their packages without first seeking permission. So, such contact is
now completely banned," she said.
"And there you have it," added the elder Horikita, dashing Katsuragi's
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hopes with complete and utter rejection.
Katsuragi wasn't ready to back down. Even though he was a first year,
he was still tasked with leading Class A. He immediately reassessed the
situation and composed himself.
"I must ask you once again. Please allow me to request direct shipping
at the store itself. I will pay for the package to be sent to an address of my
choosing, and nothing else. I won't even touch the item. Under those
restrictions, there's no way for me to commit fraud."
"But that still violates the rules—"
"Violates the rules? This school is all about fostering one's abilities.
I've heard that you can do anything, with enough points. You can buy test
scores, or even trade with other students. Points have many uses. Am I
wrong?" he asked.
"That makes things slightly different." Katsuragi's words changed
Horikita's brother's attitude. "Before we discuss an expenditure of points,
can you tell me whom you'd like to send this to?"
"My twin sister. Since we're orphans, I'm the only one who celebrates
her birthday," replied Katsuragi.
That reason was entirely different from the sleazy theories we'd passed
around earlier.
"I must make one correction to your theory. The point system is not all-
powerful. It's certainly possible to use points to buy test scores or barter with
other students, but those things are never explicitly mentioned in the rules.
The things that are explicitly prohibited can't be easily altered using points.
Without the school's permission, it's just impossible," Horikita explained.
"Well, that's odd. If that's true, the rules are full of holes."
"There's nothing odd. The school purposefully made rules that allow
for loopholes," Horikita responded immediately, as if this were easy to
understand.
"......"
The president was a tricky opponent, even for a quick-witted man like
Katsuragi. The difference in their positions was stark. Horikita, who was a
third year, in Class A, and the student council president, had no weaknesses.
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"So, you're saying that there's nothing I can do?" asked Katsuragi.
"Correct. If school rules forbid something, you cannot circumvent
them, even with points."
Katsuragi had probably been prepared to spend a large sum, but this
looked like the end of the line.
"If you're finished, please leave."
"I see. I understand. Well then, if you'll please excuse me."
Katsuragi glanced over at me just once. When I gestured that I was
going to stay behind, he quietly left the room.
"You're not going?" asked Horikita.
"Earlier, you were talking about what happens when a rule violation is
exposed, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you remember an incident that occurred a while ago? Sudou, from
our class, fought with some students from Class C."
Horikita nodded. It'd been a huge deal, after all.
"Back then, the case went to trial precisely because the Class C
students appealed to the school. Katsuragi, on the other hand, hasn't done
anything wrong. He only wanted to ask about doing something that could
potentially break the rules. Only you two, Katsuragi, and I are aware of this.
Shouldn't you be able to overlook this particular instance?"
I chose my words carefully, but I was sure they understood what I was
getting at. Say you committed a traffic violation; you'd be questioned by a
police officer, but you could bribe the officer to overlook the issue.
"Shipping a package would normally be difficult, but it's probably a
simple matter for you. Right?" I asked.
"I see. You want to resolve everything without involving the school,"
Horikita replied. Someone as upstanding as Katsuragi would probably never
think of using such a loophole.
"Violating the rules! What a terrible delinquent you are," Secretary
Tachibana cried. I did my best to ignore her.
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"How did you arrive at this conclusion?" asked Horikita.
"The school rules state that violent acts are forbidden. However, when
we first met, you showed no mercy, did you? You proved that, as long as the
school doesn't know, you can get away with anything," I answered.
President or not, Horikita definitely shouldn't have raised his hand to
strike someone in public.
"That's right. There's only one way to contact someone on the outside.
But Katsuragi didn't realize that, and he missed his chance," admitted
Horikita.
"Will you help him now?" I asked.
"Not at all. I won't violate the rules for his sake."
"You're pretty strict."
"If you think so, you should have told Katsuragi about the loophole
before he left. But you didn't."
Dealing with such a clever guy was a pain. He saw through me
completely. He understood that I had avoided warning Katsuragi.
"Well, I'm done cooling off. I'm gonna head back," I said.
"I could ask Tachibana to prepare some tea, if you like?"
"No thanks. I have no idea what you'll put in it, anyway."
"Wh-what an incredibly rude first-year student!" Tachibana
stammered.
For some reason, as I left, Horikita's brother accompanied me to the
exit.
"Officially, I didn't meet with Katsuragi today. Even if you act behind
the scenes, I won't investigate. Do what you will," he said.
"I don't really feel like doing anything, though."
"I'm simply telling you that I won't get involved."
I had the go-ahead to deceive the school as best I could. Horikita's gaze
cut right through me. He probably saw everything.
"Jeez, the president is shrewd," I muttered.
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3.8
W hen I returned to the dorm lobby, Katsuragi was sitting there,
looking depressed. He immediately noticed me coming and stood.
"I'm sorry for involving you in such a strange errand," he said.
"Ah, don't worry. I insisted on tagging along. Sorry I couldn't help," I
replied.
"Oh no, not at all. It was hopeless, anyway," said Katsuragi.
It seemed Katsuragi had given up. He'd wanted to get the present to his
sister, no matter what, but the school regulations deterred him.
"Here. Eat these with your friends. I don't really care for sweets," he
said, handing over the present. However, I didn't take it.
"It's wasted on me."
"I see. I suppose you wouldn't be happy with a secondhand gift."
Katsuragi bowed slightly and began to head back to his room.
"Katsuragi."
I stopped him in his tracks.
"What's the matter?"
"Maybe I can help. I've thought of a way to deliver the present to your
sister."
"But the student council rejected me. I can't imagine there's a
solution."
"That's because you don't want to break the rules," I replied.
"I'm not going to do something that risky," answered Katsuragi flatly.
"I think it's worth hearing me out. Especially if giving your sister that
present is important." Katsuragi had gone repeatedly to the student council
room during summer vacation to get permission. This clearly wasn't trivial to
him.
"Is this something we should be discussing in public?" Katsuragi
looked around at the people and security cameras.
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"I suppose you're right. Want to come to my room?"
People waltzed in and out of my room all the time, anyway.
Fortunately, we didn't encounter any students as we made our way there. I
opened the door and turned on the lights.
"Come on in."
"You have quite a clean room. Or, rather, I should say it's spartan. It
looks the same as when we first arrived at the school," mused Katsuragi.
"I get that a lot."
After he sat, I turned on the air conditioner and poured some tea.
"Earlier, you said something about the school rules?" asked Katsuragi.
"Let's say that you wanted to send a package from school. Since that's
generally prohibited, it's not a simple thing to do. You probably wouldn't be
able to go through the post office, either." There was a post office on campus,
but it was mainly for teacher use. Students didn't go there.
"But then, there's nothing I can do. Or are you saying that there's
another means of delivery?"
"There is. If you just carry the present off campus, you'll be fine."
"Don't be ridiculous. Who could do something like that? You're not
thinking about a campus employee, are you?" asked Katsuragi. Only
employees at the various campus shops were allowed to freely come and go.
"The people who work here are employed under strict regulations. They
wouldn't take a risk like that for a mere student. They might report us to the
school."
If they did, Katsuragi would be punished severely.
"That's not going to happen. I don't think there's anyone we could
trust to act as a go-between."
"Wait. You're not saying we should leave the school grounds without
permission, are you?"
"Of course not. The punishment would be incredibly severe." The
entrances and exits were rigorously monitored. We'd be expelled if
discovered. "You're right that we can't use an employee. However, a student
is a different story. There are several we can trust."
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"A student? That's even more unlikely, though. Students aren't
allowed to leave without a compelling reason."
"Aren't there exceptions related to those 'compelling reasons'?"
"Exceptions? If the student could leave the campus, then... No, it
couldn't be!" Katsuragi quickly arrived at the conclusion I'd been leading
him toward. "Club tournaments, hmm?"
"That's right."
During club tournaments, the school had to allow certain students to
leave the school grounds and travel to outside venues.
"You're certainly right. In a situation like that, it would be possible.
However, the school would definitely anticipate that kind of thing. There will
be bag inspections," reasoned Katsuragi.
"Of course. But there are ways to get past those, aren't there? It's not
like the Olympics testing athletes for steroids. They wouldn't search every
square inch of your body."
"That's true, but..."
Katsuragi appeared to be seriously considering the idea.
"That would be a huge risk for the student. However, judging by what
you've said, Ayanokouji, you have a talented, trustworthy individual in mind.
Yes?"
"Yep, that's right. However, you need to trust me if we want this to
work."
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3.9
A n hour later, I contacted Sudou as he returned from club activities.
He was participating in a tournament the day after tomorrow, and Katsuragi
and I needed his help.
"Huh? Don't give me that bullshit. Seriously, who in their right mind
would want to do something like that?" huffed Sudou. He rejected the
proposal so strongly that he practically spit out the words. Of course, if
someone discovered that he'd violated the rules, there was no telling what
penalty he'd face.
"Besides, I ain't obliged to listen to a request from baldy over here," he
added.
"What now?" Katsuragi didn't seem to trust Sudou. He still appeared
generally skeptical of the plan.
"Putting aside whether you'll do it, I want to ask you something,
Sudou. What kind of inspections does the school perform?"
"Dunno," he replied flippantly. Sudou didn't appear to grasp the
situation yet.
"Depending how things go, Katsuragi might give you a reward," I said.
"A reward?" echoed Sudou.
"That's right. I knew that I would need to pay, of course," replied
Katsuragi.
Sudou began to give the matter serious thought.
"They check our bags in the morning, before we get on the bus to the
tournament. After that, they confiscate our phones. When we get to the
stadium, we get changed and head onto the court. As for meals, we eat there,
when the tournament's over. I don't know more exact details, though," Sudou
explained.
"What about the changing area? And the bags?" I asked.
"Normally, we use the lockers n' stuff. When we change, there ain't
any teachers around, but they do keep a strict watch on us. We even have
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separate bathrooms, so we can't talk to students from another school," Sudou
continued.
Katsuragi listened intently.
"That all sounds quite strict. I doubt it's a good idea to even bring bags
with you in the first place," he reasoned.
"Is it okay to bring food?" I asked.
"Yeah, if we want. Some people do," Sudou replied.
"If that's true, then it actually sounds reasonably simple to transport the
gift." I grabbed a lunchbox and water bottle from my shelf, then returned to
my seat. "I'll put it inside the lunchbox. It should just about fit. As for the
bag, I'll roll it up and put it in the water bottle. That way, no one should find
out."
The teachers wouldn't go so far as to check the contents of someone's
lunch.
"Wait. Even if I bring the gift along, how am I gonna send it? I ain't
got any money or time," Sudou pointed out.
"If you're worried about money, don't be. Just use this." I handed him
an invoice I'd picked up from the post office. "Watch for an opening, and
then use that opportunity to mail it."
"You say that like it's easy. That's the hardest part, right?" Sudou
retorted.
"Well, the risks are potentially great," said Katsuragi.
Not only would Katsuragi be violating school rules, he'd involved
Sudou. Normally, Katsuragi would have backed out by now, but this must've
been too important. That spoke to just how meaningful his sister was to him.
"Unfortunately, I can't trust anyone in my class to handle something
like this. Would you help?" Katsuragi asked Sudou.
"Sudou, I know you wouldn't normally do this. But it has significant
benefits, don't you think?" I asked.
"Benefits? You mean the reward?"
Katsuragi nodded. "I'll pay you 100,000 points if you succeed."
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That was quite an amazing offer. Sudou stiffened. For someone who
struggled day to day on about 1,000 or 2,000 points, 100,000 was an
incredible amount.
"Why do you want to go so far to deliver a package?" asked Sudou.
The reward made him wary.
"I have a twin sister. Ayanokouji knows that much," said Katsuragi.
I did. The rest of the reason, however, was far weightier than I
expected.
"My sister is sickly. Because our parents and grandparents have passed,
our relatives currently care for her. I'm something of a substitute parent. If I
don't celebrate her birthday, who will?" asked Katsuragi. "I understood the
school rules when I enrolled, but I thought I'd be able to send a package. That
was my mistake. However, I still want to give my sister a gift, no matter
what."
"So, that's why you came to me, huh?" Sudou grabbed my shoulder,
whispering in a loud enough voice that Katsuragi could hear. "What am I
gonna do if you decide to betray me? I don't want something to happen, like
with Class C, you know?"
That was right. Sudou had fallen into a trap, and as a result, was almost
kicked out of the basketball club.
"There's no need to worry. I'm sure he's already thought about that," I
told Sudou.
Katsuragi nodded.
"I'll offer you 20,000 points now, as advance payment. I will pay the
remaining 80,000 points as a reward after you complete the task."
The 20,000-point payment would prove that Katsuragi was complicit in
the act. If either party betrayed the other, they'd both suffer the
consequences.
"So, 20,000 as an advance? But..."
Even though that was a large sum, I understood why Sudou would
hesitate. He was thinking about his future in basketball. If the school learned
he'd violated the rules during basketball activities, he might even be struck
from the team.
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"I think it's a perfect plan. Obviously, if you are discovered, I would
also suffer greatly," said Katsuragi. The school would probably punish him
just as harshly as Sudou. This plan wouldn't work unless Katsuragi had the
resolve to see it through, but I believed he did.
"So, the issue is just whether I get found out, huh?" Sudou weighed his
options, thinking about the high number of points involved. What would he
do?
His eyes briefly flickered toward me. He appeared to have decided.
"All right. All I gotta do is take a package? I guess I'm someone who'll
take that risk," he said.
"Are you sure?" asked Katsuragi. Sudou had become his unanticipated
savior.
"I mean, since you told me about your sickly sister and all, it's kinda
hard for me to turn ya down." Sudou scratched his head, looking sympathetic.
However, Katsuragi showed no sign of joy. He stood there in silence,
crossing his arms and looking stern.
"The hell? I already told you I'd do it. Is there something else?" asked
Sudou.
"Maybe he still has doubts. Maybe he's wondering whether we'll
betray him," I pointed out.
"Seriously? Katsuragi's the one who came asking for help, and now he
doubts me ?" Sudou balked.
Katsuragi was the type to prioritize playing it safe. Maybe it was just
his nature to grow more and more suspicious the longer things went well. Of
course, I already knew that. Unfortunately, it was needless anxiety. Sudou
wasn't a duplicitous person. Really, the same went for me, too. I'd never
once thought about laying a trap for Katsuragi during all this. I genuinely
believed there was value in having Katsuragi owe us one.
Besides, even if Katsuragi betrayed us, we could take him down as
well. I'd introduced Sudou as an intermediary after reaching that conclusion.
I hadn't known how many points Katsuragi was going to offer, but 100,000
points was quite tasty.
"Just to be safe, I won't transfer the points directly to Sudou. Instead,
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they'll go to Ayanokouji. I'm sorry, Ayanokouji, but I'd like you to transfer
the points to Sudou after he succeeds," explained Katsuragi.
"Why do we need to go through all this trouble?" asked Sudou.
"Insurance, I guess," I answered.
If someone from the school saw Sudou taking out or mailing the gift,
and the school then saw a large number of points deposited into his account,
they'd naturally be suspicious. However, if the points went through another
person, they wouldn't be traced back to Katsuragi. Sudou looked a little
irritated, but gave his consent.
"There's one more thing. I want ironclad proof you aren't lying to me,"
said Katsuragi.
"Huh? The hell?" Sudou huffed.
"I can't be certain whether you'll deliver the gift." Katsuragi was still
worried that Sudou was playing him. Because he couldn't contact his family
on the outside, he'd have to wait until he graduated to find out if his sister
had received the present.
I'd thought of several ways to provide "proof." The simplest and most
reliable method would be photographic evidence via cell phone. However,
mentioning that gave me pause. I didn't want to mess up and get Katsuragi's
attention for the wrong reasons.
"The hell, dude? Ain't no way I'd lie 'bout it. You dumb or
something?"
"Of course I want to believe you. But we haven't established that kind
of relationship yet," explained Katsuragi. He crossed his arms. "How about
you use your phone? I'd like you to record a video the moment you send the
package."
Apparently Katsuragi and I were of one mind.
"Dude, didn't you listen to me? I already told you the team's phones
get confiscated," Sudou snapped.
"Of course. That's why I would like your cooperation in this matter as
well, Ayanokouji."
"Meaning?" I asked.
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"There's still space in the water bottle. Put your phone inside. If we do
that, Sudou can take it with him without being discovered," Katsuragi
explained.
As a general rule, each student was assigned one phone. If Sudou
handed his over during the bag search, there wouldn't be any further
suspicion.
"Of course, I intend to offer you a reward, too," Katsuragi added.
He said he'd pay me 10,000 points. Not a bad deal.
"I understand. I'll do it."
"You sure, Ayanokouji?" Sudou asked.
"Yeah. I can help, so I'll do it. Besides, the points'll be useful to me,
too."
"Well, I leave everything to you, then," said Katsuragi.
He bowed deeply and gratefully before leaving the room.
"Man, now I'm nervous," Sudou sighed.
"You okay, Sudou?"
"This is my second time participating in a tournament. I think I got the
hang of things, but..."
I understood why he'd be a little resistant to the idea of helping by
breaking the rules. That said, Sudou's delinquent history gave him a
comparatively flexible attitude to this whole ordeal.
"So, when do ya want me to take your phone?"
"Oh. Well, it'll be easy for the school to trace things back to me, since
a lot of points will be deposited into my account. If at all possible, I'd like to
use a third party's phone," I told him. The best option would be a phone
belonging to someone completely unrelated, like Ike or Yamauchi.
"No way anyone's gonna lend you their phone, though," said Sudou.
"If I say I'll pay them 5,000 points, they'll lend me anything I want."
"You know, you're a surprisingly shady guy."
Sudou and I prepared to deliver the package. To make a long story
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short, he successfully avoided the school's detection, passed the bag check
without incident, and mailed the gift. He also managed to take a video of the
delivery, and to send the file to Katsuragi before deleting it. I don't know
whether Katsuragi's sister received her present, but the parts we controlled
went well. Sudou handled everything perfectly.
I wondered if Horikita's older brother had a hand in that. He must have
been aware that we were going to try something. Being the student council
president, he should've been able to make the necessary arrangements. On
the flip side, he also could have observed the exact moment Sudou violated
the school rules.
Maybe I was imagining things, but I wanted to know the truth. If the
president's involvement was a possibility, a greater truth might emerge one
day.
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3.10
A fter Katsuragi left Ayanokouji's room, he used the elevator to head
back to his floor. When he arrived, two male students stood outside his room,
seemingly waiting for him.
"What are you doing?" Katsuragi asked.
"Oh! You're finally back, Katsuragi! Jeez, you're late. Jerk!"
"Hmm? You're Class D students, aren't you?" Katsuragi had his
doubts about these two, even though he seemed to remember them from
somewhere.
"Meh, that's not important! Anyway, congratulations!"
Pop ! Katsuragi was assaulted by party poppers.
"Wh-what's going on?!"
"What do you mean? Your birthday's coming up soon, right?! So, we
came to celebrate!"
"Celebrate? But you're from Class D. Why? You don't have any
reason to." Katsuragi grew flustered.
"We've got a reason. I mean, we're all virgins here, so let's be friends.
Right?"
Katsuragi flinched at Ike's vulgar language as Ike handed over a
birthday present.
"Here, eat this. Our idol, Kushida Kikyou-chan, chose this birthday
cake!"
"B-but I can't accept..."
"Dude, it's all right, it's all right!" Ike forcefully shoved the box into
Katsuragi's hands.
"Welp, see ya!"
With that, the Class D students ran away. All that remained were the
party popper remnants and the cake.
"They said it was a cake, but it's actually rather warm," muttered
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Katsuragi.
He opened the box to see a room-temperature chocolate ice cream
cake, which had melted into viscous sludge.
"Is this some new form of harassment?"
Katsuragi imagined it was.
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