Kuzu Inou【Ondo wo Kaeru Mono】 no Ore ga Musou suru made

07 Cherry Blossoms

After enrolling, the first class room was over, and I was just getting ready to go home thinking about what to do when I got home.

When I realized, a beautiful girl with long dark hair came closer and closer to me from the front seat.

She's pretty enough to line up with my ideal girl Eli in middle school, too.

Sleek, sporty honor look, smooth, long hair that smells good.

This is probably better than Eli...

No, no, no.

There's no way you're in this world with a pretty girl in line for Eli. No, it can't be. I've always been Eli. More importantly, I was born into the world to flirt with Eli. Must be.

If it were true, it would have been a definitive plan for that romance to blossom in high school life.

You blonde appraiser in that infirmary, sending me to this shrub sweep... seriously, I won't forgive you. She's a little colorful blonde glasses. That doesn't mean she's allowed to do everything...

and that's when I was thinking about it.

Bang!!!

and my desk was beaten to momentum.

Looking forward I wondered what was going on, an earlier brunette girl was right in front of me, and that was right in front of my eyes and nose, too.

Even more surprisingly… this is what the beautiful girl said.

"Serizawa-kun... can't I see you behind the gym after school today?

After school?

In the gym?

Stupid! This... this is no way!!!?

Of course I answered instantly.

"Happy!!!

In my heart, while I decided to gut pose.

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So, now.

I'm in front of the warehouse behind the school gym.

There are plenty of cherry trees planted behind the gym, and there are plenty of petals at times.

Oh, the cherry blossoms are beautiful.

Deserves my day to remember.

Yes, the name of that kid at the rendezvous is "Misty Island Kaname".

She is one of the most beautiful girls in the class, ranked at the top of the class in "Class Girl Numbering" created by me in my spare time during the class room.

What I did earlier was such a sudden encounter between my eyes and the tip of my nose that the name Tempa didn't appear. After all, when you look at beauty up close, it's perfectly fine.

She suddenly summoned me behind the gym like that.

"I want to see you two alone," he says where no one else has seen you.

This means that it will be the only thing I have.

I didn't know Shura's country had such a spring...

I just waited a moment for her to show up if I wanted to thank that beauty appraiser.

After a while, she came.

"You kept me waiting, 'cause I had something to pick up."

She does her hand around her waist and grabs what looks like a long, curved barrel.

It's shaped like a knife. I think it's my fault.

"Yeah, 'cause I just got here, too"

Oh, this kind of thing, looks like it! It's like a situation!

It feels like meeting a girl, okay!

"It's quick... but I want to get started. Are you ready for this?

That said, she pulled out the knife she put on her hips.

"Oh, anytime."

I am so ready to take her heart.

There is nothing more to her than a presence to take.

Earlier, I said goodbye to Eli, my beloved.

Now I have nothing to remember.

"Well... I'll go"

She kicks the ground and accelerates sharply towards this way.

"Emperor Weird High School Students Association, sixth place. Misty Island Kaname, come!!!

And he cut me with a knife he pulled out.

Is that it?

Isn't that what I was thinking?

No, yeah, I knew it. The truth is.

I was wondering if it was any different when I pulled the knife out? Really?

But there's no chance of a confession or anything like that, is there??

I think it's important for a man to try that possibility...

Not too long to go around thinking, the distance is clogged and her slaughter strikes me.

But...

I cut off her fat muscles (...) at a critical point.

"What?"

She didn't think she'd be shook up like that, or her breathing was a little disturbed.

What are you hiding? I went from elementary school to a neighborhood kendo class.

Though the students were only three, including me and my sister, who were about to crush Kendo classes, the teacher was polite, really... courteous enough to teach you to die, and sometimes the archery extended to midnight. And every day, for some reason, my own special menu grew. Many times it was hard, I wanted to quit, my parents cried when they killed me, but they didn't listen to me at all.

Um, the hell of a day of torture you call archery.

Those painful days of elementary school I thought I'd run into a children's clinic many times.

Compared to the ghost movement in that Kendo class...

She somehow has too simple a fat muscle.

Stupid. Honestly. He tells me with his eyes and muscle movements what he's trying to cut.

Well, then, you can't hit him. No, it's itself, so if you hit it, it's bad!!

Well, I can afford it, and see if I can set it up from here for a second.

I lower my posture and jump into her nostalgia and set up a foot payment for Mr. Mishima.

Spa!!

My foot payment, along with the creepy sound, was decided brilliantly, and she danced the universe beautifully while spinning vertically -

And landed right in front of me.

No, let's rephrase it.

This expression is inappropriate. It hits disrespect.

... said you landed with a very brilliant large open leg.

There, the beautiful pink floral pants were seated.

But, you know, I just want you to know this.

This was not intentional. It's an accident.

I pressed the shutter in my heart as I clapped in my heart.

It will be a treat.

"Damn, not yet!!

Mr. Fujishima stands up immediately and is still stubbornly cut.

Your body is warming up or your sword muscles are getting better than they were earlier.

But...

"Why not!!

It doesn't hit me at all. Essentially, because her faults just now have not changed.

Besides, one wave at a time is too big.

"Why..."

She still wields a knife. Oh, I slipped my leg and fell. I see it again, Master Floral. Thank you so much.

You don't have much strength in your arms anymore.

"Why?"

I can't call it sword moves anymore, it's just a bare gesture.

"Why won't you hit me!

And what comes next is a big wave of sight. It's about time I decided to end it.

When slashing her, you must strike her hand hard with a knife.

"Ah!?

I took the knife she let go and took my distance.

She is flabbergasted that her own sword was in my hands in an instant.

So here's how I cut it out.

"Don't you want to stop it around here anymore, Mr. Mistya? It's time to get dark."

Your uniform is muddy, and I could worship something...

"... ugh..."

Hey, what's up?

"... ugh..."

... Huh?

Are you starting to cry?

What's up!? That much pain in my hand knife right now!?

No, is that it? You didn't like being seen!?

No! Oh, that was an accident...!

Mr. Mishima covered his face, shaking his voice and body.

"I..."

With a voice that's about to disappear.

"Am I... so incompetent...?

That's what I said, I was in tears.

I don't know how to stand up...

You heard the noise, the wild horses gathered from around you.

At the center of their gaze is a girl sobbing in a muddy uniform and me standing in front of her with a razor blade.

Is that it?

Is this... something not making me look bad...????

Picturesque, don't you feel like I was unilaterally annoying you?

I sensed a social crisis and I pulled her hand and said, "Hey, looks like she got sand in her eyes...!" It's not my fault to the fullest. I went through the wild horse while making an appeal and ran to the emergency stairs behind the unpopular school building.

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I didn't know what to do and for now we were both sitting on the stairs.

She had been crying for a while, but after a while she seemed calm and "sorry," she apologized small.

I didn't know why she had cut herself off, so I asked her that for now. Then she...

"When I heard you defeated Kirizaki Nobol, I really wanted to work with him."

That's what I said.

... Kirizaki Nobol?

Who is it?

Sophomore...?

Oh, that one. Senior Mohican? There seems to be a bit of a misunderstanding, so let's solve it.

"No, that's a misunderstanding. I did all that, that Moyashi bastard... he's a planting human being. I was just on the spot. First of all, my ability is level one of" [Temperature Changer (Thermo Operator) "? He said he couldn't use it for a fight.

Yes, I'm just a victim of being caught up in that idiot. Well, I kinda assisted though.

"You were level one too... yes... you were. I'm so, so sorry I bothered you by mistake..."

She comes apologizing with a voice that's about to disappear.

"..." You too "means Mr. Mishima too?

"Yes, I am the same person who is capable of cutting things as Kirizaki Nobol. And level one... the weakest level one where even pebbles can't be satisfied."

Yeah, speaking of which, you said that in your introduction when you were in the class room. I didn't say the level though.

"But why didn't you just use an anomaly? I figured you were a little off the hook, right?

"I told you, didn't I? The pebble won't cut either. A blade about the size of a pinky nail, just about the size of a cherry petal, that's the limit of the size I can handle."

Speaking of which, that senior Mohican was ripping concrete walls like butter. Compared to that, perhaps we can call it poor.

"And I mean that swordsmanship, too. Mine, it was all-powerful... but you didn't have any teeth at all."

she said, leaning down sadly.

"I wonder why I'm so incompetent."

"Incompetence, huh..."

I can assure you I'm "different" if she asks me if I'm incompetent. Because I gave up a step to me just now with my swordsmanship and those hellish days, but as a girl of my age, it was pretty good. But I had something to worry about.

"Mr. Mizushima was just using a sword to forcefully cut off his opponent. Don't you feel uncomfortable doing this?

"... what do you mean?

Maybe a type of force pushing sword technique that's not for women. She was using it. But that's not fatally intertwined with her qualities.

"Apart from arm strength macho forged samurai... the sword of the powerless should be" hit "anyway. Even if the damage dealt is small, it shall be hit and pulled in detail.

This is what I've been taught.

"I think you're better suited to Mr. Mishima, right? Even if you are weak, hit more as you identify your opponent. That way, one day, even rocks can be sharpened.

I'm the one who opens the door to buying and selling from my master.

A spring breeze passed through our side and scattered cherry blossom petals.

And silence for a while.

... Oh no, that sounds like a great sermon. Did you hear that?

I cut out another topic that bothered me.

"Besides, Mishima-san's psychic powers... they don't necessarily mean there's only one thing we can put out together, do they?

"... Huh?

".............................. Huh?

This reaction... could it be that you never tried it?

"Why don't you try?

"Yeah..."

When she puts her hand in front of her chest, from the tip of her hand, one little petal-like thing pops out.