Chapter 298 – Come to the Great Kendo Club
A day passed by many times, Friday before the weekend.
Miyuki, who went to the student council room as soon as she went to school saying she had errands, and I, who was tearing up and walking around the playground,
“Uh!? Matsuda-senpai!”
I turned my head at the welcome voice from behind.
From outside the school gate, Hiyori was entering, waving his hand.
With a friend who will be traveling with you.
Anyway, Matsuda.
It’s unfortunate that I didn’t call them by their first and last names.
Should I be a little closer to being called Hiyori’s distinctive title? I have to work harder.
Unlike the lively Hiyori, her friend bows her upper body in a polite way.
As I thought in the past, I want to have a pretty kid hanging out next to a pretty kid.
Her breasts are a bit small though.
The two were dressed in plain clothes.
I’ve heard that you don’t have to wear a uniform.
Did you shorten the length of the skirt? Hiyori is a very outgoing person, but she’s not one to put on, so she probably just bought a new one.
I greeted her by raising one hand on her shoulder, then raised the corners of my mouth as they approached.
“Hi?”
Half words that came out naturally.
For a moment, I was worried that I might have made a mistake, but Hiyori and her friend took it for granted.
“Hello. Are you on your way to class now?”
I was glad to see that he didn’t care.
I cleared my chest and nodded.
“Yes. Why did you come What are you doing today?”
“The club was introduced, so I’m going to stop by and see it.”
Introducing the club… Certainly, Lenka brought up a story related to this yesterday.
I was going to introduce myself in an empty 1st grade classroom this morning, but since I was only going to give a brief explanation, I said empty words that it was okay to drop out.
“Where are you interested?”
“We plan to visit most of them, but we are particularly interested in the swimming and archery clubs.”
“Okay? Both?”
“I do. However, I am worried because I can take the swimming club as a formal class in the summer.”
As Hiyori is basically a lively person, it seems that she is more interested in sports clubs.
A manga club or a movie appreciation club would be a good fit for me.
Or maybe even a barista would suit me.
“Which club is your senior?”
At Hiyori’s question that followed, I answered with a smile showing my teeth.
“I am a kendo club.”
“Oh really? Miho also talked about the kendo club for a while.”
Miho was the name of her friend who is now next to Hiyori.
Her surname was apparently Mitsushima. She used to think Ginga Minga, but now that Hiyori mentioned it herself, I can’t help but think about it.
“If you are interested, you can go to Class 1-D. I will introduce you there.”
“Is it so? I understand.”
His voice is good from the beginning, but it feels even better when he raises the end refreshingly like that.
I feel like I’m going to go away just by listening to it.
I’d like to talk more, but let’s do this for today.
It’s not that I’m not interested at all, but it’s just right to treat juniors I know.
Also, since it’s not just going to see the introduction of the club, there will be room to meet at least once during lunchtime.
I thought so and said.
“I just want to go. Take a good look and go.”
“Yes. Goodbye.”
After parting with Hiyori with a simple goodbye, I noticed a familiar figure from behind among the students ahead of me, and strode towards it.
“Hey, are you coming now?”
“Coke.”
Was he surprised by the presence coming from behind, or did he reply?
As usual, I went to the side of the bread girl who coughed and asked.
“Do you want to stop by the store together?”
“Kek…!”
“Okay. Do you like hamburgers too?”
“Coke! Coke!”
The bread girl shook her head while taking on the intensity of her cough.
I feel ashamed for saying I hate it so violently.
If you put white sauce on top of a hamburger patty and let them eat it, there’s nothing worse than that, which is a pity.
Let Lenka do this.
**
“Matsuda-kun.”
After the first period, I was lying face down on my desk, and when Miyuki shook my back, I lifted my upper body weakly like a zombie.
“Why.”
“Nanase-senpai is looking for you. Let’s talk about the club.”
“Ok?”
“Excuse me.”
When Miyuki pointed to her back door, she saw Chinami, her own pink hair and little face pulled out of her sliding door.
It’s so funny to see him stare at me with his round eyes wide open.
They look really cute from the inside, but from the outside they must be posing in a very funny way, right?
As evidence of that, the students in the hallway were giggling at her Chinami.
If that laugh was a mockery, everyone would have been slapped.
Scratching the back of her neck, I passed Miyuki’s admonition not to act like that as an answer that I would understand, and approached Chinami.
“Hello, Master. Did you sleep well yesterday?”
“Yes. Is your junior good?”
“Yeah… Well… That’s right. But are you going to keep doing that?”
“What?”
“You’re just sticking your head out.”
“Aha.”
Chinami gave a light exclamation and stood upright in front of me, adjusting her dress.
Chinami in her winter clothes is also pretty, but I want to see her in her short sleeves in summer.
I felt her refreshing feeling, but I suddenly miss it.
“They say it’s club related… What is it?”
“Ah… It’s nothing else, I was wondering if you could help me and Lenka for a while after the second period.”
“Is it because of the club introduction?”
“Four. If you have juniors, I think it will be a big help.”
“The manager told me to leave.”
“That wouldn’t be true. Lenka is looking forward to introducing her club with her juniors as much as I do. And your junior is a manager. We have to work together for the health of the kendo club.”
“Once I heard it, it makes sense. Can I go to class 1-D after the second period?”
“Yes.”
“Should I go in uniform?”
“No. You don’t have to worry about it that much. Me and Lenka are going to go like this too. By the way, if you go to the faculty office and tell the student dean that you are going to skip the 3rd period to promote the club, he will call the kendo club, but the director will allow it. This means that absences will not be processed.”
“All right.”
“Great. Would you like some peach jelly?”
Chinami takes out a cute wrapping paper from Mai’s inner pocket.
Accepting it, I smiled.
“Can I eat with Miyuki?”
“Ah, I already gave it to Hanazawa-kouhai.”
I turned around to see Miyuki secretly taking out her peach jelly from her desk drawer and handing it out to her baker and her vice-captain.
Why are you eating so carefully? Are you afraid someone will take it away?
That would never be the case… Maybe Chinami is delicious, so I wonder if it’s because I was told to eat it secretly.
Miyuki also has a slightly quirky side.
Or maybe it was Chinami’s eccentricity.
Whatever it was, I looked down at Chinami, thinking that it would be nice to see the two of them getting closer.
“I will eat well.”
“Is it so. Then see you after the second period.”
“Yes, please go in.”
Chinami, waving her hands as brightly as a daycare teacher, greeted all of her juniors as she left.
I watched the hallway until Chinami’s well-mannered figure disappeared, then returned to my seat and placed the jelly on the desk.
Miyuki then reached out her hand and tried to take her jelly, but she was stopped by my hand, regretting it.
Did you like it when you ate it? I don’t know if Miyuki is going to be stained with peaches like this.
She used to make up her mind to corrupt it with another fruit, but now it’s rather absurd and funny that she’s been corrupted.
**
“Why are you coming and making a fuss?”
As soon as he ran into me in the first grade hallway, Lenka said something like that.
“Can I come?”
“I told you to leave.”
“I decided not to fall.”
“… Like that.”
Why do you tickle while you like it… Is it possible that you ask for a slap on the butt while explaining in front of prospective freshmen?
If that’s the case, I’ll give you a big compliment for your courage.
“Did you come to the teachers’ office to talk?”
Chinami’s question came up between me and Lenka.
I was cooking arsenic and quickly relaxed my expression before answering.
“Yes. They said they would handle the 3rd period by attendance.”
“I’m glad. Shall we go and greet the prospective freshman juniors?”
“I see. But are only the three of us going?”
“Four. Originally, Yamazaki-senpai said he would help, but we said it was okay. It’s because he’s in his senior year and he’s busy. Now, this way.”
She opens the door to her fourth classroom from the hallway side.
I can see that the classroom nameplate, which should have read class 1-D, has been changed to the kendo club.
Even peach characters are drawn on the left and right of the nameplate.
When did you prepare this? He didn’t talk to me except about the poster… Were you worried that I would be a nuisance?
I’m sorry for making you suffer. Of course, Lenka made it too, but next time I have to help Chinami too.
We went inside and placed the posters one by one on the thirty or so desks, and without anyone saying anything, we all stared at the hallway at the same time, waiting for the new students.
How long has it been like that?
There was an uproar in the front and back of the classroom where we were.
It seems that freshmen are entering… Why is there no one on our side?
Are the freshmen trying to come this way taken away by other club members?
Just as I was about to step out of the hallway with that thought in mind,
“I… Hello? Kendo club briefing session… Right…?”
A young-looking male student entered through the open back door.
Chinami, who was delighted with him, greeted him with her own hands.
“That’s right! Welcome. This way… Sit in the front row.”
“Yes? Ah yes…”
A male student who is taken aback by Chinami’s rather peculiar way of speaking.
To him, who sat down right in front of the podium nervously, Chinami brought a peach from home in a disposable bowl and served it with a plastic fork.
“Please try this first.”
“Look, it’s a peach…? I heard that winter peaches are coming out these days, isn’t that…?”
“Ah… Are you referring to the winter sword from Yamanashi Prefecture? It’s a variety that is just being developed, so I couldn’t guarantee the taste, so I didn’t get it separately. This is what I have frozen since the end of summer.”
“Is that so…?”
The embarrassed male student looked at the promotional poster and the bowl on the desk.
Are you confused whether this is the Kendo Club or the Peach Research Club? Understand that mind
“I’ll wait 10 minutes and then we’ll start, so would you like to chat with me over a refreshing peach?”
“Ah, yes… I see.”
“Why were our freshman juniors interested in the kendo club?”
“That is…”
While Chinami and Lenka were chatting with the prospective freshman, students began to come in sparsely.
After about 3 minutes, two more people came in, after 5 minutes, 6 people came in, and 2 minutes before the explanation, 7 people came in.
To be honest, I didn’t expect a lot of people to come because it seemed that there was relatively less interest in it than other clubs, but it was my refusal.
Forgetting that Lenka was a famous person in the world of kendo, she was completely mistaken.
In the classroom where two additional students came in, the ratio of women was about 7.
They were looking with envy at Lenka, who kindly gave her peaches.
There were two people who paid attention to our Chinami, but they were both small women.
Chinami is also famous, if not as famous as Lenka.
Are there any freshmen who came to see me? It’s a body that was featured in the newspaper… But I feel sad.
Still, I see a few women who are interested in my face.
I’d rather have a woman’s attention than sweaty guys.
Controlling my mind with such a mental victory, I glanced through the back door while holding a peach.
Hiyori must have gone to the swimming club briefing right now, right?
The promotion of the club does not end at once, but is divided into several short sessions, so I hope you come here during the second briefing session.
