Chapter 299 – Come to the Great Kendo Club #2
“Welcome, prospective freshmen. My name is Chinami Nanase, the manager of the kendo club. Do you like peaches?”
“”Yes…””
Mmmm… What is Chinami’s hope for the future?
Looking at her now, I think she is a kindergarten teacher.
The ability to lead a crowd seems to be innate.
“Please listen to our story as you eat. Our Yeboni Academy Kendo Department…”
While Chinami continued her explanation in her kind tone, her Lenka stabbed her side with her elbow.
Then she said in a very small voice.
“When Chinami finishes explaining, you should say something too.”
“Why me.”
“If you want to do it, do it.”
“You have nothing to say?”
“You can just think of something nice and say it. Is that difficult? Do it before punishment.”
“Why are you fussy? Wanna be scolded?”
“…”
The stinging Lenka took about one step away from me.
The tendency to climb up has become stronger in places where education cannot be openly given, and I like that it is cute.
I won’t watch it though.
“Then don’t look stupid like you are now, but at least split it up.”
“Split? Won’t you speak nicely?”
“… He’s smiling. Don’t laugh vulgarly, just calmly…”
“All right.”
While arguing with Lenka in a barely audible voice, Chinami, who had finished her explanation, looked back at her and smiled broadly. She gestured to Lenka to stand in front of her desk.
“Now, my best friend Renka Inoo, the head of our kendo club. Please come over here and say something.”
“Okay. Wait for a sec…”
Lenka nodded, stood in the middle of her desk, cleared her throat a few times, then opened her mouth.
“The manager explained well, so I will keep it short. Our kendo club has a very deep friendship among the members, and it is not a rigid relationship, but a horizontal relationship…”
You like horizontal relationships.
While he himself is the most vertical and authoritarian.
Anyway, getting Lenka to talk was a good strategy that would almost certainly bring in girls who were serious about kendo.
In fact, those people must have planned to do only the kendo club for her club activities in the first place, but it would be nice if the cold-looking image of Lenka was lessened even a little.
“On days when there is no special training, I practice self-training every day under the supervision of the senior team members and the coach. You will see your skills improving day by day. If anyone wants to participate in the competition, whether he is a freshman or not, he is interviewed enough to determine his suitability and put him on the roster. It’s not a rigid club at all, so I hope you feel free to stop by.”
We, Lenka, shouldn’t give speeches.
She says it’s not a stiff club, but she’s talking the hardest right now, so people who listen to her feel awkward.
Still, it’s fortunate that her sincerity seems to be conveyed well.
As Lenka finished her explanation of her kendo club, her Chinami glanced at me and she said to the freshmen with curious eyes.
“Is it our junior manager’s turn next? I would like to ask you a simple question.”
Was there a position called assistant manager? I think I’m hearing it for the first time today.
Just like Chinami said, you just have to say one word.
“All right.”
At those words, Lenka’s face turned pale.
I put on her nose at her own request, and when I obediently obeyed her Chinami’s request, her clothes exploded.
Do you usually treat me well?
Looking at Lenka’s dissatisfied face, I grinned involuntarily and stood in front of her desk, contemplating what to say.
“Hmm…”
It was right after Chinami and Lenka explained, so there was nothing to say.
Should I just say I want you to come and end it?
It doesn’t seem to have any impact…
If there is a fresh and lively manager, a manager who is stiff but has a good heart, wouldn’t it be okay to have at least one reliable person?
What should I say when I catch such a concept?
I was immersed in my thoughts, and I flinched when Lenka lightly pinched her back as if telling her to hurry up.
“I want you to come to the kendo club and have a good time together.”
He spoke very modestly for me.
As long as this is good enough… It’ll be fine.
“Okay. Our sub-manager seems to be welcoming you with love. I heard your word of determination.”
Chinami, who changed my words at will, finished the first briefing session.
She greeted each of the prospective freshmen and told them to enter carefully, then, along with me and Lenka, arranged the empty bowls on the desk.
While I was preparing for the second briefing session, I went outside for a while to relieve my stiff body.
At that time,
“Uh? Matsuda-senpai!”
Just in time, Hiyori, who came out of the classroom after the briefing session, spotted me and gave a welcomed voice.
He was holding a pamphlet with a picture of water in his hand.
By the way, I felt it before, but our Hiyori has a really loud voice.
It seems that her free-spiritedness, not paying attention to her surroundings, is well revealed.
And how can a person be so pretty in every corner?
The more I look at it, the more my eyes feel purified.
She approached me with Miho and asked.
“What are you doing here?”
“Because of the kendo club briefing.”
“Huh? Do you also attend the briefing session?”
“That’s right. Manny… No, because he’s the assistant manager.”
“Oh really? Was it your manager?”
“Not a manager, but an assistant manager.”
“That’s it, what. I’m about to go to the kendo club briefing, can I come in?”
“Of course. Go eat a peach.”
“Peaches?”
Hiyori and Miho opened their eyes wide.
I must have been puzzled by the sudden mention of peaches.
When I was thinking about how to explain this, Chinami, who had finished preparing for the second briefing, came out and tried to call me.
“Brother! Now that you’ve come in… Huh?”
Then, when I saw Hiyori and Miho in front of me, I rushed over.
“Hello? Are you interested in the kendo club?”
Could it be that Chinami, who approached her in an instant and opened her eyes wide open, was a bit burdensome?
The startled Miho answered in a timid tone.
“Yes? Yes…”
“You came very very well. My name is Chinami Nanase, the manager of the kendo club. How about coming in and having a bite of a peach?”
When the peach popped out again, the two looked at each other with bewildered expressions, then looked up at me as Chinami gestured for them to come here.
A face that seemed to ask if I could go. It’s like people who are dubious about pseudo-preaching.
“Will you go in and wait a minute? There is still a little bit left before the briefing begins.”
Then, the two shook their heads and went inside following Chinami’s guidance.
You seemed relieved when I said it, but I must be mistaken?
In any case, there was a high possibility that Hiyori would not join the kendo club.
Although the atmosphere in the clubroom was comfortable, due to the nature of martial arts, a certain degree of solemnity was the basic premise.
I mean it doesn’t suit her with her freewheeling nature.
After the briefing session of other clubs, the corridor became noisy due to the prospective freshmen who came out.
I calmly stood at the back door and greeted the people entering the kendo club. I narrowed my eyes when I saw a tall man wearing a white uniform and black belt coming.
He’s wearing a judo uniform… Is that the guy who covered Chinami’s poster?
He’s the one who attended the briefing session, so it’s highly likely.
I want to slap that prickly head, but hold on.
I was warming up while ignoring the judo member, but my eyebrows twitched when he passed by and spoke in an obvious quarrel.
“Was Class 1-D a kendo club? What is your name?”
I fully understand that they come out aggressively.
He’ll think I’m the one who got rid of their poster, just like I think he’s the one who covered the poster.
I was the one who provided the cause for that guy to come out like that.
No Isn’t this too concessive?
If the judo and basketball clubs hadn’t covered the kendo club posters in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.
I wasn’t a good enough person to bow down to a guy with that kind of attitude.
I said with my head straight and pointed with my eyes at the place where the name tag was filled.
“Can’t you see the name tag?”
At first glance, the guy with a stern expression, as if he didn’t like my way of speaking, which even looked arrogant, turned his gaze to the name tag.
“Ken Matsuda… Are you that guy? The guy you bought and bought in that yakuza play circle?”
The label of that childish Supreme Circle still follows you.
It’s inevitable, but I didn’t enter that circle with my own will, so it’s a bit sad.
Still, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to take a look at my memory, so I feel new.
When I was silent, having nothing to say about the past, he snorted and asked,
“Are you the one who threw away our club poster?”
You knew that too. If I say one wrong word, I think I will be punished.
“Please, I hope he won’t say anything more useless,” I replied.
“It’s not.”
“No, what the heck… The kendo club also had a good one. Accept that guy.”
A judo club member who said exactly what I was imagining.
I couldn’t believe it, but I never thought I’d really do such an obsolete provocation… It’s not even funny.
It’s a cliché character that would be saddened if the temperamental and hot-tempered extras of the sports club, not the main character’s place, appear… But Tokiaka is a bitch.
Could it be that since I participated in the kendo competition, the genre has changed from sports and love comedy to wife sports?
Come to think of it, Tetsuya had faced a similar situation as now.
Judging from that event, Tokiaka is a shit game.
If a game that has outdated events that wouldn’t even be included in a boy’s cartoon is a ttong game, what kind of game can be called a ttong game?
No, even knowing that, I might be shit for playing.
What do we do? If he tries to solve it by force, he will have to worry about losing Hiyori’s liking, and he may even be disciplined for being rude in front of the freshmen.
However, if we put that point aside and just move on, that’s a bit like that.
Took. Took.
I was in a very big dilemma, and I was in my own thoughts, but I woke up to a rather heavy feeling on my cheek.
The judo club member is slapping my cheek with a force that makes me feel bad.
He acts like an extra.
Going by the standard rules, I should have a counterattack here…
I don’t know if it drew attention, but everyone wasn’t interested because the judo member was covering a lot of people with his size.
No matter how you think about it, the balance calculation doesn’t fit.
If this is an event arranged by God, we old God can say that there is not too much even if there is no sense.
“Annit!? What are you doing now!!”
I, who had been quietly accepting it, opened my eyes when I heard Chinami’s angry voice as if she had discovered the situation.
Ah, this is a clichéd event where Chinami and Lenka praise me for becoming an adult.
I feel a little more at ease now.
It’s a bit obvious, but Hiyori, who will be entering school soon, will see this scene and think that senior is a very patient person… And there’s a possibility that my inner score will increase, so it’s not a bad thing.
It’s an event that will benefit me unconditionally, so I have to stay still.
