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User:Chickenwing71x

2009-01-24T03:09:45Z

Chickenwing71x:

Editing:
Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju

I am a native speaker of English from Massachusetts (Northeast US). I've always done well in English, though I'm no novelist or poet. I think my skills are more than adequate.

I decided to start to contribute here since I have been regularly reading spice and wolf, toradora, and kaze no stigma - and some of the grammar or word choice was killing me. So why not do some editing myself? It would also give me a chance to contribute instead of just leech.

User:Chickenwing71x

2009-01-15T05:41:37Z

Chickenwing71x:

Editing:
Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju

I am a native speaker of English from Massachusetts (Northeast US). I've always done well in English, though I'm no novelist or poet. I think my skills are more than adequate.

Started deciding to contribute here because I have been regularly reading spice and wolf, toradora, and kaze no stigma on here - and some of the grammar or word choice was killing me. So why not do some editing myself? It would also give me a chance to contribute instead of just leech.

Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The Fourth Question

2009-01-15T05:37:38Z

Chickenwing71x: Edited up to the list of rules. Still not proofread.

=== Fourth Question ===

'''Please answer the following questions:'''

(1) What value of ''X'' satisfies the equation ''4 sin X + 3 cos 3X = 2'' and is found in the first quadrant?

(2) Which one of the following expressions is equivalent to ''sin (A+B)''?

① ''sin A + cos B''

② ''sin A – cos B''

③ ''sin A cos B''

④ ''sin A cos B + cos A sin B''

'''Himeji Mizuki's Answer'''

(1) X = π/6

(2) ④

'''Teacher's Comment:'''

That's right. You can write the angle with the symbol π instead of °. Your answer is perfect.

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'''Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer'''

(1) X = probably 3

'''Teacher's Comment:'''

I think you're trying to slack off by saying 'Probably'. Even though you're close, I can't give you credit.

'''Akihisa Yoshii's Answer'''

(2) probably ③

'''Teacher's Comment:'''

I have seen plenty of students' attempts before, but you're the first who tried to slack off in a multiple choice question like this.

“Yoshii! Kinoshita's troop started the fight with Class D in the corridor!”

Swinging her ponytail behind her back, the person running towards me was Shimada, who was placed in the same troop as me. Under careful observation, you could see that she was tall, with long legs; then why didn’t she look like a girl? Which part of her was wrong?

“Ah, maybe because of the flat chest?”

“Let me break your fingers one by one! Evenly!”

Oh no, I think I just stepped on a landmine.

“Let... Let's just stop there. We need to focus on the Test Summoning War!”

The troop that was fighting on the front lines was the vanguard lead by Kinoshita. The backup troop we were in was located between the front lines and Class F. I didn't remember accepting an offer to be troop leader, but now I had to take the responsibility to lead everyone, so I needed to focus.

First we need to get a feel for the atmosphere of battle. If I listened closely, I think I could hear sounds of battle coming from the vanguard troop.

“Show me what you got! Loser!”

“Iron... Iron Man? No! I don't want to go to the tuition room!”

“Shut up! The prisoners of war will be staying in the tuition room and will be specially tutored until the battle ends! I'm not sure how long it will take for the war to end, but it looks like I'll have enough time to tutor you!”

“Ple… Please, let me go! I don't have the confidence to get through the torture!”

“Torture? That's not true. It's just a marvelous educational tuition. By the time it's over, I'll have educated you into a standard student whose hobby is studying, just like Ninomiya Kinjiro[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_4]”

“De..Devil! Someone help me-----No----(door closing sound)”

OK, now I had a good understanding of what a Test Summoning War was.

“Shimada, give the order to the troop.”

“OK? What order? What do you want me to say?”

During a dangerous time like this, there was only one order I could give.

“Retreat!”

“You coward!”

I got hit, and she was using the hidden art that attacked both eyes!

“Ouch, my eyes!”

“Did it wake you up, you big idiot! You're the troop leader! How can you run without putting up a good fight?”

Was the pain in my eyes necessary to clear my mind? If she wanted to say something like this, she should have just punched or slapped me instead of stabbing my eyes!

“Listen up, Yoshii. Our mission is to back up Kinoshita's vanguard troop, right? During the time that they replenish their test scores, we need to hold the front line. If our troop runs away from our important mission, then they won't be able to replenish their scores smoothly.”

It was rare to see Shimada give a serious opinion.

What she had just said was true, the mission we carried was very important. Our performance could greatly affect the result of this war. Instead, I was thinking about running away just because I was afraid of suffering from tuition....

Shimada, you were so brave! I don't know why, by but I'm even shedding tears (maybe from the pain of being stabbed?).

“I'm sorry, I was wrong. I'll throw away the fear of the tuition room, and focus on winning the fight.”

“Good. About this, I don't think we have anything to worry about. Although we may be weak in fighting one-on-one, fighting one enemy at a time together should be fine.”

That's right. Even though we have lower scores, it's not the deciding factor in the war. Depending on our tactics, we still have a good chance of winning this war.

“You're right. OK, I'm full of energy!”

“That's the spirit, Yoshii!”

We all raised our fists: No problem, we could do this!

When our morale rose, a scout went to Shimada.

“Shimada, the vanguard troop is losing!”

“Retreat!”

Wait a minute, that was totally different from those righteous speeches you just gave!

“Yoshii, we can retreat first right?”

I had a feeling this might cause a big problem, but maybe it was just me.

“OK, we should run away first! It's too difficult to fight now.”

“That's right, we already did our best.”

I looked back towards the direction where Class F was.

Yokoda(Class F) who was supposed to be staying in the class, was standing right behind me.

“Isn't it Yokoda? Why are you here?”

“I am here to give you a message from the class leader.”

Yokoda looked at the memo, and read out the message loudly:
“'If you dare to run, I will kill you!'”

“Everyone charge---”

When I came to my senses, I was on the way to the battlefield. It was all for the victory of Class F!

Suddenly, there was a pretty girl in front of me running in my direction.

“Yoshii, you're here to support me!”

Oh, it was Hideyoshi. What should I say; this guy looked so cute no matter when or where he was....

“Hideyoshi, are you OK?”

“Yeah, I somehow managed to survive. But my score is greatly reduced.”

“I see, then how about your syokanju?”

“Too tired to move, it can't continue fighting anymore.”

“OK, then you better get some test to replenish your score!”

“You're right. There may not be enough time to have tests for each subject, but it still helps to have even one or two subjects' scores replenished.”

He immediately ran towards the class room, and following behind him were the members of the vanguard troops. It seemed that their numbers were fewer than when they left. A lot of people must have been sent to the tuition room.

“Yoshii, do you still remember the rules for Test Summoning War? If a teacher's not around, you can't summon your syokanju!”

“I know that!”

It was just as Shimada advised. When we were using our test scores to fight, we needed to comply with the rules on the left page.

{| class="{{{id}}}" style="background: {{{backgroundcolor}}}; border: 1px solid #aaa; padding: .5em; margin-bottom: 6px; font-size: 100%; width: 600px; float:{{{1}}};"
|align="left"| <center>'''The Fumitsuki Gakuen Rules for The Fights related to'''</center>

<center>'''The Classroom Facilities and The Summoning War'''</center>

1. In principle, the fight is between classes. Under the supervision of a teacher of any subject, students may activate the summoning system to summon syokanjus. Also, a fight using the sum of all the subjects must be supervised by the educational administration director.

2. Every student may only have one syokanju. The syokanju will have power equal to the last test result. The sum of all the subjects will be the sum of the latest test score of each subject.

3. The score will be reduced proportional to the power that the syokanju loses in the fight. Once the score is reduced to zero, the syokanju will die and the student will receive tuition in the tuition room.

4. Students may replenish their score infinitely if his / her syokanju is not dead.

5. If the opponent summons a syokanju, a student who fails to perform the summoning will be considered as forfeiting the fight, and therefore will receive tuition in the tuition room as punishment. This punishment also applies to those students whose syokanjus die during the fight.

6. The valid range of summoning the syokanju is a circle with a radius of ten meters from the supervising teacher (may vary between teachers).

7. The fight may only be carried by the syokanjus. Summoners who are involved in actual fighting will be punished.

8. The war will only end when the opposing class leader is defeated. As long under teacher supervision, students may use any methods or tactics in order to win the war. This is the 'War' that uses test scores as weapons. Those who wish to participate must be mentally prepared.
|}

That's probably all the rules! Although there were some changes, and some more specific rules, but overall that's the rules for this war. If you didn't read through them carefully, you might miss the main point of the war -- 'basically the war uses the syokanjus to decide the result of the war. But the students can use other methods or tactics beside the test scores'.

It seemed that the educational administration director was supervising now, so the subjects we were fighting now were the total result mention in the first rule....

“Yoshii, look!”

Shimada who was running beside me shouted loudly. What happened?

“It's Igarashi sensei and Fuse sensei! Those Class D bastards, they brought the chemistry teachers here.”

I looked carefully. The chemistry teachers for Year 2, Igarashi sensei and Fuse sensei were standing at the corridor that links the new and the old school building.

I see. The duration of the war would be much longer if there was only one teacher, in our case the school’s educational administration director, supervising so they were trying to increase the number of the supervisor and finish us off in one shot?

That's why Hideyoshi needed to retreat earlier than we had originally planned.

“Shimada, are you confident with your chemistry result?”

“None at all, I only get around sixty every time.”

That's what we expect from Class F. No matter how you lower down the standard, sixty was not a good result.

“OK then, we will need to stay away from Iragashi sensei and Fuse sensei, and head towards the educational administration director.”

“Head towards Takahashi sensei? Understood.”

Shimada and I sneaked through the corridor and headed towards the corner.

Everyone, look! This was the heroic back up troop leader and his subordinates.

“Ah, isn't the one sneaking over there my Minami onee-sama from Class F? Igarashi sensei, hurry here!”

“Damn, I am being careless.”

One of the students in Class D discovered Shimada, and brought one of the teachers, Igarashi sensei, here. Oh no, if we didn't summon our syokanju and fought, it would only take one hit to send us to the tuition room.

“OK Shimada, I leave this to you, I will be on my way.”

“Wait a... Normally it is not like this right? It should be 'Leave this to me, you better leave now' right?”

“These lines are useless in real world!”

“Yo..Yoshii! You are so mean!”

“Onee-sama! I won't let you run away!”

“It's Miharu! It seems I need to fight with my life....”

I stood more than ten meters away from Igarashi sensei, so now I could rest and observed how Shimada fails. The girl from Class D had already summoned her syokanju.

Shimada also prepared to counter attack; she stared at Miharu and shouted:
“Syokanju Summoning!”

Along with Shimada’s shout, a magical circle with some geometric shapes was formed below her feet. This was the proof of activating summoning system under teacher's supervision. After that, her syokanju appeared.

The syokanju that appeared, besides wearing military uniform with a military styled sabre on its hand, had the ponytail and the strong looking eyes that were exactly the same as Shimada, but its height was just around eighty centimetres. If I put the description in one sentence, it would be the 'chibi version of Shimada Minami'. And the opposing syokanju was also the chibi version of its owner; however it was just holding a normal sword.

“I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, ever since I was dumped by onee-sama....”

“Wait a second! You should give up already!”

The battle would start any moment now. Although I was not the one on the battlefield, I couldn't stop shaking when I thought about it.

“Shimada, about the onee-sama thing she mentions...”

“I don't want. Onee-sama will only be Miharu onee-sama no matter what!”

“Don't get close to me! I am just a normal girl who likes boys.”

“You are lying! Onee-sama should love Miharu as well!”

“You don't know anything about me!”

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Somehow, I had a feeling that Shimada was in a world far away from me.

“Onee-sama, I am coming!”

Both syokanjus went close to each other, and finally the battle started.

“HAAAAA!”

“YAAAAA!”

Their shouts were filling the corridors.

Their syokanjus held their weapon high and fought head on, and started to fight with brute forces.

“You!”

“Miharu won't lose!”

Both syokanjus were challenging their forces using their swords, even those who were watching the fight were thrilled.

“Shimada, the opponent score is higher; fighting head on is not good for you.”

“I don't need you to remind me that, but I can't control my syokanju to do any special techniques.”

The sword fight was broken immediately. Shimada's syokanju did not have enough power, and its weapon dropped on the ground.

“That's it!”

“Damn!”

The opponent immediately pushed Shimada's syokanju to the ground and their fighting ability values (scores) appeared above their head.

Class F Shimada Minami VS Class D Shimizu Miharu

Chemistry 53 marks VS 94 marks

Shimada, how could you have inflated your score? Actually could you even score up to sixty?

“Onee-sama, the victory is mine.”

The opponent's sword was just beside Shimada's syokanju. If it was just the wrist or the leg being attacked, the score would only reduced a little bit, but if the neck or the heart was stabbed then the syokanju would be dead----which meant that she would be sent to tuition room. Now Shimada couldn't move at all.

“N..No! I don't want to go to tuition room!”

“Tuition room? Huhu...”

Shimizu had a happy looking smile on her face; she dragged Shimada's hand and left the scene.

Eh? Shimizu, that's the direction to the Health Care Room right?

“Huhuhu. Onee-sama, there should be an empty bed available in the Health Care Room now.”

“Yo..Yoshii. Back me up now! I have a feeling that there it is more dangerous than going to tuition room!”

That's right, I had the same feeling as well. But----

“I will kill you....Those who stand against Miharu's love with onee-sama, I will kill you all...”

I am sorry, Shimada. I didn't have the courage to rush forward.

“Shimada, I will never forget about you!”

“Ahh! Yoshii! Why do you say that before you fight?”

“Deaths to all who stop me!”

Shimada's syokanju's hands and legs had been attacked and could not move at all. Now the enemy was rushing towards me! I am going to die!

“Yoshii, danger---Syokanju summoning!”

A voice came from my side, it was Sugawa from my class! Thank you! You looked like Messiah now!

Class F Sugawa Ryou VS Class D Shimizu Miharu

Chemistry 76 marks VS 41 marks

Sugawa's syokanju slashed the enemy into the ground.

OH Yeah, Sugawa won! It seemed Shimizu lost too much scores in the fight just now, which made her lost the fight instantly.

“Shimada, are you alright?”

“Ya, I am saved, thanks Sugawa. Tuition Iron--- No, Nishigawa sensei, hurry up and bring this dangerous person to tuition room.”

“Oh, isn't it Shimizu? I will give you a good tuition, come with me.”

Different from Shimada, Shimizu's syokanju was dead so she was sent to tuition room, this was the condition we called ‘Die in Fight’.

“Onee-sama! Miharu will never give up! Don't you think you can graduate from this school safely!”

After leaving some lines which were filled with some dangerous meanings, Shimizu was forcefully sent to the tuition room.

In many different points of view, this really was a dangerous duel.

“Yoshii.”

“Shimada, you must be tired. You should head back and replenish your chemistry scores!”

“Yoshii.”

“Then, Sugawa, we should be on our way now. The war is still continuing!”

“Yoshii!”

“Y..Yes?”

“How can you leave me alone and run away just now?”

“....I don't remember doing such thing.”

This really was a battle field. The presence of killing made my skin hurt----But, there was only Shimada behind me.

“......”

“......”

A short moment of silence. Wh..What now? Why did I have a feeling that this was not good?

“DIE, Yoshii Akihisa! Syokanju Summo....”

“Someone help, Shimada is mad now! Bring her to the main force troop immediately!”

Sugawa stopped Shimada's action and tried to persuade her at the same time.

“That's not true! He is the enemy! My greatest enemy!”

I couldn't argue with what she said.

“Su...Sugawa, sorry to bother you.”

“Understood.”

“Let me go, Sugawa! Yoshii! I will not forgive you!”

“Quick, quickly bring her back! I am going to be killed by her scary eyesight!”

“Wait, let go---I am going to kill you!”

After leaving some lines which were filled with some threatening meanings, the scary figure was brought back. For now I am safe.

“Good, during the time that Hideyoshi's troop is replenishing the score, we need to hold the frontline! We can't let the enemy take another step forward!”

Angry shouts and cries never stopped coming from the corridors.

“I won't let you do that! If we can get through the frontline, there will be only troops that are replenishing score! We need to get through here now!”

To counter my commands, someone who looked like commander in Class D gave out a command as well.

This is my battlefield; I needed to gather my courage together!

<center>☆</center>

“Commander Yoshii! The troops at the corridors on both sides have been defeated! We only have two men left around Fuse sensei!”

“I am the only man standing at the corridor where Igarashi sensei is! Need backup as soon as possible!”

“Todo's syokanju can't make it, please help us!”

Damn, the situation was worse than I thought.

I felt like requesting help from the main troop, but that would reduce the number of people needed to execute our plans. We could only rely on ourselves and hung on to it here!

“Tell those around Fuse sensei to stay in guarding status! Swap the guys around Igarashi sensei with those fighting using the total result, make use of the time and defeat the enemy! As for Todo, I am sorry but we have to give up on him!”

“Understood!”

Everyone changed the formation as I told; it seemed that they still treated me as a leader.

“Those bastards in Class F, clearly they are wasting time!”

“What are they waiting for?”

Looking at our fighting methods, those in Class D should have started to realise what we were trying to do. That's not good, it was getting harder to carry on our mission now....

“Damn! The scout brings the report; Class F will bring the world history teacher Tanaka here.”

“The world history teacher Tanaka?”

“Class F bastard, do they want to have an extended battle?

It seemed that Class D scout troops discovered that our class brought Tanaka sensei to mark the score.

Tanaka sensei was teaching world history, he was old and had slow reaction, and his marking standard was pretty loose, which was welcomed by the students. However, his marking speed was not very fast. If we wanted a longer war, bringing Tanaka was the right choice.

“Yoshii, Class D brought the Mathematic teacher Kiuchi sensei.”

Sugawa, who had just brought Shimada away, came and gave me the report. It seemed that he brought a new information after he reached the main troop. That Kiuchi sensei right?

Mathematic teacher Kiuchi sensei had a strict standard in marking, but his marking speed was very fast. It seemed that Class D was using a totally different tactic, and wanted to finish us off quickly.
However, to accomplish our mission, we couldn't be beaten so easily.

Yuuji only entrusted one mission to me. That was to maintain the frontline and to hold up the blockage line and to drag the battle as long as possible, at least drag it until those classes which were not involved in the Test Summoning War finished their classes.

To achieve this target----

“Sugawa!”

“What's up?”

We could only use tactics instead of brute force, at least steer the situation to a direction that benefited us.

“In order to win more time, go and spread false information immediately.”

“False information? Fine by me, but the enemy will realise it immediately right? The Class D frontline commander has a loud voice so even if the tactics succeed, he can immediately reorder the formation.”

Just as what Sugawa said, Class D commander Tsukamoto's was really loud. Although it was really convenient to overhear their tactics, giving false information to confuse them was not easy at all.

“No problem, the target of the false information is not Class D.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I want you to spread the false information to the teachers, and make them go to other places.”

“......I see, that will definitely have some effect.”

“Right?”

“Yeah, leave the content of the false information to me. I will think of a good lie to tell them.”

“I will leave it to you.”

After Sugawa had said that, he ran off the scene. Sugawa loved to do this sort of things right? He seemed really happy doing so.

“If we can't win in one on one fight, we will have to rely on team work!”

Anyway, as a commander, I stayed at the back of the troop. It was a mission as a troop commander to stay safe, not because I was timid.

<center>☆</center>

“Tsukamoto, there is no end to this!”

“Just hold on a bit longer, I will go to bring Funakoshi sensei here!”

The bad information for us Class F came when the situation was stalled.

Class D brought the Mathematic teacher Funakoshi sensei (Age 45, female, single). Their aim was to have her become another supervisor, instead of marking papers. To tell the truth, this was not good for us at all. If the battle range was to be increased, the difference in our troop force would be even larger.

What should I do? Probably it was time for me to join the frontline and fought now.

Just when I was thinking so…

Dang dang dang dang 'School Announcement, School Announcement.'

A familiar voice came from the school broadcast.

It was Sugawa's voice! I see, if he headed directly to the teacher's office, he might be spotted by Class D students, that's why he headed to the broadcast room instead. Good job, Sugawa!

“Funakoshi sensei, Funakoshi sensei.”

In addition, the broadcast was talking about the Funakoshi sensei that everyone wanted to get their hands on now. Excellent work, Sugawa!

“Yoshii Akihisa is waiting for you behind the sporting hall.”

......Huh? Sugawa? What's going on?

“He wants to cross the border line of students and teachers, and speaks to you as a man.”

Oi! This is too dangerous! She is Miss Funakoshi right? Are you sure? The Funakoshi sensei that used scores to threaten students into dating her right? Doing this could definitely made her went straight to the sporting hall, but she would be waiting there forever before she saw me, which meant my virginity was in danger!

“Commander Yoshii...You are too manly!”

“Oh my god, I am so touched. I can never imagine that you can sacrifice so much for our class!”

The vanguard troop members were all being really touched and cried, they even wanted to shake my hand to show their respects.

No, that's not right! I never give such command!

“Oi, have you heard the broadcast just now?”

“Yeah. I didn't know that Class F really want to win this war.”

“Can we win against a class with such strong determination?”

The murmuring sounds from Class D kept coming through. Please! Don't turn the situation towards me! It only made me harder to deny it!

“Everyone, we can not let Commander Yoshii's sacrifice go in vain!”

“We must win!”

Ah! Even our morale rose dramatically! Give me a break!

“Commander, we are getting the upper hand now! Let's take this chance and defeat them!”

“......”

“Commander?”

“.....Su”

“Su?”

“SUGAWAAAAAAAAAAA!”

There was one more name added into my death note.

<center>☆</center>

“Kudo Shinya, dead!”

“Nishimura Yuyichiro, total result left only 40 marks!”

“Morigawa is not back yet! Is he defeated?”

Our side was able to temporarily fight against the enemy due to the morale boost. However, the lack of troop force was starting to affect the situation; bad information was flowing back now.

Kudo and Morigawa were dead now (sent to tuition room), now our number went down from originally eighteen people to only five. This was probably our limit.

“Akihisa, just hold on a little bit longer!”

Just when I started to think about retreating, an encouraging voice came.

I looked around, and saw Yuuji and the others at the far back. The support had finally come!

But come to think of it, how could their sound travel so far? They were so far away from me, why could I hear what they said so clearly?

“It is their back up troops! Defeat Yoshii and his men before they combine their force! Else it will be dangerous for us!”

Class D frontline commander---Tsukamoto's voice was clear as well.

Damn! Even if Yuuji's troop was here, they were still far away from where I am. If we were to be defeated before they arrived, we would all be sent to tuition room!

“Nishimura Yuyichiro, dead!”

Four people left.

Yuuji, they all were.....still very far away from us!

What should I do? What should I do? Yoshii Akihisa!

“Igarashi sensei, I am Suzuki from Class D, activating summoning system!”

“I am not going to lose! I am Tanaka from Class F. Show yourself, my syokanju!”

Damn! Tanaka is caught as well?

Class D Suzuki Ichiro VS Class F Tanaka Akira

Chemistry 93 marks VS 67 marks

Tanaka immediately turned into a lost soul.

There were only three people left.

It seemed that Yuuji and the others couldn't make it in time.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

“Forward!”

The enemy army was rushing to us fiercely; could it be that they also felt that it was important time now?

Class D Suzuki Ichiro VS Class F Shibazaki Takumi

Chemistry 25 marks VS 66 marks

Although we had successfully defeated Suzuki, we were not in good shape as well.

“Teacher, Sasajima Keigo from Class D is here! Syokanju summoning!”

Class D Sasajima Keigo VS Class F Shibazaki Takumi

Chemistry 99 marks VS 41 marks

After defeating Shibazaki, Sasajima brought his syokanju and rushed towards me. I was in the range of summoning, if I didn't summon my syokanju now, I would be sent to the tuition room.

“Yoshii Akihisa! Your head is mine!”

There is no other way! I can only fight him head on!

I took a deep breath, gathered all my strengths together.

“I am not going to lose to you!”

Making use of the time space made when the enemy syokanju rushed towards me, I shouted out loud:
“Syokanju summoning!”

After that, a magical circle appeared below my legs.

Some sort of material was taken out from my body, and I was filled with a feeling of being freed.

What appear besides me was another me which was wearing a special attack uniform.

“Class F troop commander Yoshii Akihisa is here waiting, where is my-----Ouch, it hurt!”

My shoulder suddenly suffered immense pain.

It really hurts! Don't appear right in front of the enemy! The pain that bounced back felt really hurt!

“The commander is an idiot! I can handle him alone, everyone step down!”

Additionally, I was humiliated as well! It was just because the position where I summoned my syokanju was a little bit bad!

“Die, Yoshii!”

The enemy rushed towards my syokanju on the ground.

“Not so easy!”

First, rush to the enemy and maintain low position, and then----

(Dashing sound)

Making use of the time lag, I made the enemy tripped and fell on the ground.

“What?”

Shibazaki's split self easily tripped over.

“Ah! Kirishima's skirt flips!”

I pointed to the back of Class D and shouted out loudly.

“What?”

This was surprising. She was really famous, the beautiful and talented Class A class leader-----Year 2 representative Kirishima. Not only had the Class D boys, even the Class D girls had also turned around to look.

Female students, since we are studying together, please have a little bit more interest in guys! Come to think of it, Kirishima was interested in girls as well.

While my brain was thinking about this sort of useless stuff, my movement didn't stop because of it. I made use of the time when everyone's focus was diverted; I took off one of my shoes and threw it towards the window with all my force.

(Window breaking sound)

Along with the breaking sound, the window glass scattered around.

“What? What happened?”

The sudden accident shocked everyone. Good, then there is no problem now!

“Wa, Shimada! What do you want to do with that?”

In order to avoid the punishment later, I performed this show, and then I grabbed the fire extinguisher and pulled off the safety ring.

(Spraying sound)

The powder was sprayed along with the sound.

“Wa! What's going on?”

“(Clearing mouth) Isn’t it the dry powder from fire extinguisher?”

“I can't see a thing in front of me!”

With the low visibility, it was quite impossible to continue the fight.

“Shimada, why do you want to do that!”

I shouted another line of words just to be safe. Now everyone would think that Shimada was the culprit right?

“Shimada from Class F! You are such a mean girl!”

“Unforgivable! I am going to add her into the 'Most Unwilling to be Her Boyfriend' top ten rank!”

“That's right! Make her unable to find any boyfriend before she graduate!”

“But, it is so cool... onee-sama....”

......I think I had done something that couldn't be settled by breaking only one or two ribs.

I...I am sorry, Shimada. I won't let your sacrifice go in vain!

I lowered my head and stayed silence to pray for her sacrifice, I turned back and saw Yuuji and the others were just meters away from me.

Good, we finally joined force!

“HAAA!”

I held the empty fire extinguisher and threw it towards the water spray on the ceiling.

Right on target! Then there should be no problem....

(Water spraying sound)

Just as I thought, the water sprayed and the power fog was fading away with the water droplet.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Yoshii! Igarashi sensei, Kondo Yoshimune from Class F is here!”
The person who appeared in the scene with the clear view and who gave out the challenge was Kondo, one of the members of the main troop lead by Yuuji.

“Syokanju summoning!”

Class D Nakano Kenta VS Class F Kondo Yoshimune

Chemistry 43 marks VS 91 marks

“Damn! Retreat first! Everyone keep up the pace!”

Enemy troop commander Tsukamoto's retreat command came from not far away.

“Don't chase after them, combine force with Akihisa and return to the class.”

This was the command from the Class F class leader Sakamoto Yuuji. He gave this passive command because he was probably afraid that stepping too deeply into the enemy territory would attract the enemy’s main force. Otherwise he should have been laughing out loud crazily and going after the retreating enemy.

“You looks like you are fine, Akihisa.”

“Yeah, not too bad!”

Somehow, I managed to avoid the danger.

<center>☆</center>

After I had a chemistry test to replenish my score back in class…

“Akihisa, good work!”

General Yuuji actually said something nice, and honestly praised me? Did he just have the wrong medicine?

I looked at his face with questions.

He had a bright smile that made people hard to look at on his face, which made me a bit unhappy.

The guy in front of me----

“Did you hear the school broadcast?”

“Yeah, I listened to it very clearly.”

Just as I thought, he was laughing at my misfortune! Unforgivable!

Although I felt like throwing him out of the window, I didn't have time to deal with him now, because there was a more important person I had to eliminate immediately.

“Yuuji, do you know where Sugawa is now?”

Where was the cute little Sugawa that I wanted to see the most now? He could be hiding somewhere; in that case I am going to find him even if I had to dig into the ground.

“Hasn’t he come back since a long time ago?”

With respect to my determination to kill, Yuuji said something out of my expectation.

Oooo! He had came back? I felt my heart was beating very fast!

There was no need to hurry, I needed to calm down. No problem, there was no problem at all. I had just grabbed a knife from the household management classroom; my sock was filled with sand and rock as well.

“I can do it; I can definitely kill him...”

“Are you going to kill him?”

Ah, Sugawa.... I want, I want to see you sooner.

“By the way, I have something that I forget to tell you.”

It seemed that Yuuji had something to say, but leave it for later! The most important thing now is-----

“The content in the broadcast is my idea.”

You bastard!

(Akihisa yelling)

I dashed towards Yuuji, pulled out the knife, the target was the liver that was hard to defend but could easily become a deadly wound, my right hand held the sock with sand and rocks and aimed at Yuuji's head blind spot----

“Ah, Funakoshi sensei.”

Damn! I needed to retreat first. Eliminating Yuuji was important, but my virginity mattered even more!

I kicked the Japanese style table along the way, rushed into the cupboard with the cleaning tools and closed the door tightly. Now she doesn't know where I am right?

“Don't bother with that idiot; it is about time to finish the war.”

“That's right. There are students leaving the school now, now is the time.”

“......(nodded)”

“Good! Let's go to get the head of Class D class leader!”

“OH!”

I could feel that everyone was leaving the classroom.

Actually I needed to go together with him. But Funakoshi was outside; I could not just jump out and die.

Damn! At this rate Yuuji would run away!

“Ah, Akihisa.”

“I was lying when I said Funakoshi sensei was here.”

Along with the footsteps, the classroom was now empty.

<nowiki>-----</nowiki>Lying?

I peeped out from the gap of the cupboard.

There was no one there.

<nowiki>-----</nowiki>I was cheated!

I kicked the cupboard door open, and dashed out to the corridors.

Since we were starting our final attacks on Class D, the enemy should be at the corridors linking the old and the new school building.

I moved cleverly, stayed out of sight of those who had finished the school and dashed towards the destination. Now, the enemy and our troop were mixing among the students and fought against each other.

“Hide well among the students going home! Try to create a situation to fight one enemy together!”

My enemy's voice was spreading across the battlefield.

“You, go around that way! I am going to challenge mathematic with this guy!”

“Then I will use Traditional Japanese to challenge---”

“I will use Japanese History----”

From where I was standing, I could see my classmates were surrounding the student from Class D individually. Our side used the lowly tactics that made use of the chaotic situation when the school had finished in order to get close to the enemy, and then to surround them and to attack together.

“I have defeated Tsukamoto from Class D.”

A really loud voice rang.

It seemed that the Tsukamoto who had been giving us a hard time had been beaten. Now the entire homeroom meeting in each class has ended, it was much easier to get a teacher to supervise the battle, which was why this plan could go more smoothly.

But, all of this mean nothing to me now---- if I don't kill Yuuji now!

“Yuuji, where are you!”

I headed towards the direction where the sound was coming from just now.

Mixing among the students made it harder to find him, but he was very tall, I could definite find him in a----Here you are!

“Yuuji, wash your neck and prepare----”

I rushed toward him, and at the same time…

“The backup troops are here! Don't worry everyone! Calm down and look around you before you act, make sure that you don't get surrounded!”

Darn! Isn't that Class D class leader Hiraga?

“That’s Class D main troop! They finally act!”

It sounded like someone from my class.

Now the main troops from both sides were gathering in the corridors.

“Half of the main force aims for Sakamoto's head! The rest go to help our classmates who are being surrounded!”

“OO---”

Hiraga gave the command, immediately Yuuji was surrounded by Class D’s main troop.

Yuuji placed the main troop around him. Although he wouldn't be in any immediate danger, the whole situation was getting very complicated however.

Also, I couldn't even get close to Yuuji, who were being surrounded by layers of enemy. Damn!

Can’t I get revenge for what happened to me?

“Class F retreat first! Blend into the students to disturb the enemy's movement.”

Yuuji's sound was still as clear as ever.

The situation was really bad now, we better retreat now.

“Don't let them get away! Fighting one on one is definitely to our advantages! Hunt all of them down!”

This tactic could only be carried by Class D because they were stronger individually.

Now their main troop was separated and started hunting down our troop individually. At the moment the defence beside Hiraga was much weaker, but Hiraga was the class leader for Class D, which means his score was highest in the class. To deal with Class F, as long as they didn't get surrounded, they wouldn't be in danger. Splitting the force now was quite a good judgement.
I was running around in the battlefield, Hiraga suddenly appeared in front of me. The defence around him was so weak that there was no personal guard around him.

“Chance!”

Since I couldn't kill Yuuji, I would just do what I needed to do in this Test Summoning War.

I quickly ran towards Hiraga. Luckily there were the Modern Japanese teacher Takeuchi sensei and the Traditional Japanese teacher Mukai sensei there, so even if I couldn't finish him in one hit, it would still do some decent damage to him!

“Mukai sensei! Yoshii from Class F will----”

“Tamano Miki from Class D, syokanju summoning!”

“What! A personal guard?”

Although we were hiding among the students going home, they would still look out for suspicious people, for example Class F students!

“Too bad, Funakoshi sensei's boyfriend?”

Hiraga's face was filled with smile of victory.

“You, you are wrong! That's just bullshit from Yuuji!”

“Don't be shy. Go Tamano, show him our most sincere wishes.”

“Understood.”

Tamano already summoned her syokanju, armoured with the Traditional Japanese scores.

“Damn! I am that close to defeating Class D myself!”

“What are you talking about, Funakoshi's boyfriend? Even if the defence around me looks weak, my personal guard will appear when Class F students approach. Besides, even if there is no personal guard around me, a minion like you won't be able to defeat me anyway.”

Hiraga had a show of disgust on his face, and looked down on me. That is driving me mad!

So I learned from him, counter attacked with one of my eye closed and said:
“I feel the same as well. It is too hard to do it all by myself. Therefore ----”

I purposely stopped and took a breath.

“Himeji, it is all depends on you now.”

“What?”

Hiraga's face had 'what the hell are you talking about, you idiot?' written on his face.

“Er...”

Himeji shyly tapped on Hiraga's shoulder from his back.

“Huh? Himeji? What's up? This is not the corridor heading to Class A right?”

Hiraga still didn't know what was going on until now. That's understandable; normally no one would think that she was in Class F, isn't it?

“It... it's not like that.”

Himeji was shy and feeling uneasy, which made her looked even cuter. Hmm, she was really cuter than Hideyoshi. Wait, it was wrong enough to think Hideyoshi was cute.

“Himeji Mizuki from Class F, nice to meet you.”

“Ah, nice to see you as well.”

“Er...I would like to challenge Hiraga with Modern Japanese.”

“....I see, OK.”

“”Er... syo...Syokanju summoning.”

Class F Himeji Mizuki VS Class D Hiraga Genji

Modern Japanese 339 marks VS 129 marks

“Huh? What?”

The confused Hiraga made his syokanju pose, and both of them were confronting each other.

However, he didn’t stand a chance....Clearly, Himeji's syokanju was much stronger, and easily held a long sword which was two times longer than its height.

“I...I am sorry.”

Himeji's split self used the speed that didn't fit its huge weapon, immediately got close to the opponent.

Without giving the opponent any chance of counter attack, she defeated Class D class leader in one hit, and ended the war.

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User:Chickenwing71x

2008-12-22T02:24:07Z

Chickenwing71x:

Editing:
Baka to Tetsuto to Syokanju

I am a native speaker of English from Massachusetts (Northeast US). I've always done well in English, though I'm no novelist or poet. I think my skills are more than adequate.

Started deciding to contribute here because I have been regularly reading spice and wolf, toradora, and kaze no stigma on here - and some of the grammar or word choice was killing me. So why not do some editing myself? It would also give me a chance to contribute instead of just leech.

User:Chickenwing71x

2008-12-14T02:58:52Z

Chickenwing71x:

User:Chickenwing71x

2008-12-14T01:39:31Z

Chickenwing71x:

I am a native speaker of English from Massachusetts (Northeast US). I've always done well in English, though I'm no novelist or poet. I think my skills are more than adequate.

Started deciding to contribute here because I have been regularly reading spice and wolf, toradora, and kaze no stigma on here - and some of the grammar or word choice was killing me. So why not do some editing myself? It would also give me a chance to contribute instead of just leeching.

Currently editing for Baka to Tetsuto to Syokanju. I'd be willing to edit for another project if it needs it, just let me know.

Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The First Question

2008-12-13T22:37:50Z

Chickenwing71x: Sir --> Sensei

“Eh---”

“What's wrong?”

“What Yuuji said just now, it's the Taika Reform, right?”

“You're a third year now, and you still don't know this? Shouko, you really are stupid.”

“We haven't been taught about that part yet, Yuuji you're just too smart.”

“It's easy to memorize, just remember: 'Accident Free Reform'[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_1]”

“Accident Free?”

“It's because no accidents occurred during the Taika Reform; make sure you remember that.”

“Okay.”

“It happened in the year 625.”

“Alright, I memorized it.”

“Good, make sure you remember.”

“Don't worry, I won't forget.”

------

First Question

Please answer the following questions:

When manufacturing a frying pan, magnesium is used as the raw material to reduce the weight of the pan. However, an accident occurs when it is used in cooking. Describe what happens, and name an alloy that could be used to replace magnesium.

Mizuki Himeji's Answer

“Using a flame to heat up magnesium will cause a violent chemical reaction, in which the magnesium catches fire; aluminum may be used to replace magnesium.”

Teacher's Comment:

Correct. The question asks for an alloy, so you can't answer “iron”. You weren't tricked.

Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer

“Because the gas bill wasn't paid.”

Teacher's Comment:

That is not the point of this question.

Akihisa Yoshii's Answer

“An alloy made in the future can be used (Because it is very hard).”

Teacher's Comment:

Even if it is very hard, you can't find it now, can you?

------

We were welcoming the arrival of the second spring since we started at Fumitsuki Gakuen.

To welcome new students, both sides of the slope leading to the school building were filled with dazzling, flowering cherry blossoms. Even though I was not an elegant person who could appreciate flowers, I couldn't stop myself from being attracted to the beautiful scenery before me.

However, it was only for a very short time.

My mind was filled with thoughts of spring, not of cherry blossoms, but of the new classroom and students who will be with me throughout the year. In another words, it was all about my new class after the class divisions.

“Yoshii, you're late.”

In front of the entrance, a strong low voice called me. I turned my head and looked towards the source. An athletic man with light dark skin and short hair was standing there.

“Ah, Iron... no, Nishimura-sensei[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_1], good morning!”

“You almost called me 'Iron Man' just now, didn't you?”

“Ha ha, you're thinking too much.”

“Oh, am I?”

That was close; I nearly called him "Iron Man," just like before.

By the way, Nishimura-sensei got his nickname "Iron Man" because of his hobby of entering triathlons. Of course, his habit of wearing short sleeves during winter also contributed to the name.

“A normal person shouldn't say 'good morning' in this situation!”

“Ah, I am sorry. Err...Your skin is very dark today as well.”

“What! Is my skin color more important than you being late for school?”

“I see, you're talking about that... Sorry I'm late.”

“You... you just never learn your lesson.”

He sighed and mumbled. From what he said, you would think I was usually late for school.

“Sensei, I'm not usually late, am I?”

Nishimura-sensei was our homeroom teacher last year, so he should know that I was very punctual.

“Forget it, just take this.”

He took an envelope out of a box and handed it over to me. My name, “Akihisa Yoshii”, was clearly written on it.

“Ah, thank you.”

I simply nodded and took the envelope.

“But why does the school need to post the class divisions in such a troublesome way? Isn't posting it on the announcement board a better idea?”

Putting the results into individual envelopes, and handing them out one by one seemed very inconvenient.

“It is troublesome, but our school uses the most advanced system in the world, and this is required for it.”

“I see.”

I answered him and tried to open the envelope. Which class would I be placed in? I started to get a little nervous.

Here at Fumitsuki Gakuen, starting from second year, students are allocated into different classes, from class A to class F, depending on the class division examinations. To put it simply, geniuses would study in class A, and idiots would study in class F, with everyone else in between. You would know how smart someone is just by knowing his or her class placement. To protect my pride, I must not be placed into class F.

“Yoshii, to tell you the truth...”

“What?”

The envelope was glued shut, and I was still working on opening it.

“After observing you, I've been wondering: 'Could it be that Yoshii is an idiot?'.”

“Sir, you can't be serious. If you are, you should change your nickname to 'Moron'.”

It's not that I was overconfident. Though I didn't work very hard, I still did pretty well in the class division examination last year. I assumed that when he saw my results he would immediately change his opinion.

“Have you seen my results? I feel pretty good about it.”

“I do hope I was wrong.”

I gave up on opening it neatly, so after it was opened with a smooth tearing sound, I found a folded piece of paper inside.

Which class will I be in? Is it class D? Maybe class C?

“Yoshii, you should be glad right? My opinion is really correct.”

As I unfolded the paper, I read the all-important result:

“Akihisa Yoshii... ... ... class F”

“You really are an idiot.”

And so, my sorrowful school life began.

User:Chickenwing71x

2008-12-13T05:57:44Z

Chickenwing71x:

Baka to Test to Shoukanjuu

2008-12-13T05:28:56Z

Chickenwing71x: Added myself as an editor

[[Image:Baka.jpg|300px|thumb|Title Image]]
Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju (バカとテストと召喚獣: Idiots, Tests, summoned monsters)

== Story Synopsis ==
The protagonist is a guy who is among the stupidest of the stupidest in the school. In this school, your grades can, under the supervision of teachers, take a virtual form to do combat! However, if you leave an examination half way, you get zero marks. A bright and cute girl, Mizuki Himeji, was having a high fever during the examination. Despite her potential to be the second highest scorer in the level, she obtained zero marks for having left due to her illness and is thus allocated to the worst class, class F.

Grades mean almost everything. For Class A, they have a smart-looking teacher, a plasma TV as big as the entire wall as their blackboard, personal laptops, personal air-cons, refrigerators, adjustable seats and all kinds of different appliances. Within the refrigerator, there are all kinds of drinks and snacks. Their ceiling is made of glass, the wall lets them put up high-class drawings and plants. As for Class F, the worst class...They have Japanese desks and seat paddings. Their blackboard is dirty and there is no chalk even! Someone complains that the leggings of his desk is broken, so the teacher asks "Didn't we distribute some glue to stick wood together? Glue it back yourself later." Another complains that wind is blowing in from the broken window. The teacher says "I got it. I will apply for plastic bags and invisible glue to fix it later." There are spider webs everywhere, not a patch of the wall is clean. A unique moldy smell spreads across the entire room, it must be from the old tatamis used to tile the floor. This is the status of class F.

The protagonist feels displeased at such an arrangement, and seeks help from his friends to try to make a change through summoning war!! And they devise all kinds of plans to try to beat the famous class A, intending to get class A's classroom and equipment if they win!!

== Kenji Inoue ==

Born in Tokyo, but grew up in Sapporo. Love the Kinoshita Hideyoshi drawn by Yui Haga sensei. Parents and friends around me didn't know anything when the first novel was published. Became famous in company in one day because the supervisor complained "Couldn't understand the Japanese written by Inoue". Therefore until now, I still don't dare to claim that I am a writer even though I had won an award. This novel won the 8th Entame Award editor special prize because the judge didn't read carefully.

-Translation from inner cover of Volume 1

== Translation ==

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=== Format Standards ===
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== Updates ==

*30, November, 2008
**Volume 1 The First Question completed.
*01 December 2008
**Volume 1 The Second Question completed.
*06, December, 2008
**Project approved.
**Illustrations added for Volume 1
**Volume 1 The Third Question completed.

== ''Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju'' series by Inoue Kenji ==

===Volume 1===
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_The First Question|The First Question]]
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_The Second Question|The Second Question]]
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_The Third Question|The Third Question]]
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_The Fourth Question|The Fourth Question]]
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_The Fifth Question|The Fifth Question]]
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_The Sixth Question|The Sixth Question]]
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_The Seventh Question|The Seventh Question]]
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_The Eighth Question|The Eighth Question]]
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_The Ninth Question|The Ninth Question]]
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_The Final Question|The Final Question]]
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Author's Notes|Author's Notes]]
::*[[Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator's Notes|Translation Notes and References]]

===Volume 2===
::*Novel Illustrations
::*The First Question
::*The Second Question
::*The Third Question
::*The Fourth Question
::*The Fifth Question
::*The Sixth Question
::*The Seventh Question
::*The Final Question
::*Author's Notes
::*Translation Notes and References

===Volume 3===
::*Novel Illustrations
::*The First Question
::*The Second Question
::*The Third Question
::*The Fourth Question
::*The Fifth Question
::*The Sixth Question
::*The Seventh Question
::*The Final Question
::*Author's Notes
::*Translation Notes and References

===Volume 3.5===
::*Novel Illustrations
::*パ力とテストと召喚獣～予習編～
::*僕と暴徒とラブレタ―
::*俺と期子と如月ハイランド
::*僕とプールと水着の楽園
::*僕とバイトと危険な週末
::*Author's Notes
::*Translation Notes and References

===Volume 4===
::*Novel Illustrations
::*The First Question
::*The Second Question
::*The Third Question
::*The Fourth Question
::*The Fifth Question
::*The Sixth Question
::*The Final Question
::*Author's Notes
::*Translation Notes and References

===Volume 5===
::*Novel Illustrations
::*Translation Notes and References

==Project Staff==

*Project Administrator:
*Project Supervisor: [[User:sleeppig|sleeppig]]

=== Translators ===
*[[User:sleeppig|sleeppig]]

=== Editors ===
*[[User:Andisan|andisan]]
*[[User:chickenwing71x|chickenwing71x]]

== Series Overview ==

*Volume 1: ISBN 978-4757733299 (published January 29, 2007)
*Volume 2: ISBN 978-4757735057 (published April 28, 2007)
*Volume 3: ISBN 978-4757736825 (published August 30, 2007)
*Volume 3.5: ISBN 978-4-7577-3979-6 (published January 30, 2008)
*Volume 4: ISBN 978-4-7577-4236-9 (published May 30, 2008)
*Volume 5: ISBN 978-4-7577-4518-6 (published November 29, 2008)

Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The Second Question

2008-12-13T05:20:17Z

Chickenwing71x: "However, I could only see guys in the...."

===Second Question===

Please write down the idioms which fit the following meanings:

(1)Fail to do something you are good at

(2)Encounter consecutive unfortunate events

Mizuki Himeji's Answer

(1)“Even a monkey can fall from a tree”  

(2)“Having a leaking rooftop in a rainy day”

Teacher's Comment:

Correct. There are other answers for the first part of the question, such as, “Horses losing their front hooves,” “Even fishes may drown”; other answers for the second part would be, “Good things don't start coming, bad things never stop happening,” “A year full of misfortune,” etc.
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Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer

(1)“Even horses will drop from a tree”

Teacher's Comment:

That would be an incredible scene.

Akihisa Yoshii's Answer

(2)“Have both a leaking rooftop and landslide occur”

Teacher's Comment:

Aren't you too unlucky?

“What the... Isn't this room too large to be a classroom?”

Stepping into the third floor that I never had a chance to visit last year, I saw a classroom five times larger than usual right in front of me.

Maybe this was the Class A that people had been talking about? Let's see what's in there.

“Congratulations to everyone for making it to the second year. My name is Takahashi
Youko, and I am the homeroom teacher for Class A. Nice to meet you.”

I stopped and looked into the classroom through the big window, there was an intelligent looking woman with spectacles standing in the front of the classroom. She had her hair tied up at the back of her head and was dressed up neatly in suit.

When she stopped her speech, her name didn't show on the blackboard. Instead, it showed up on a plasma TV which was huge enough to cover the whole wall. How luxurious! How much money did they spend on that?

“First of all, please check the things that you were given. Everyone should have a laptop, personal air-conditioner, fridge, adjustable chairs, etc. Are they working properly?”

There was more than enough space, facilities, and equipment. It was easily enough for 50 students to use.

The fridges were filled with drinks and snacks. Every student had their own air-conditioner, which they could adjust to whatever temperature he/she wanted.

If you looked around in the classroom, you would notice that the ceiling was made of glass. High class drawings were hung on the walls, and there were ornamental plants around the room. The interior design looked like the lobby of a five-star hotel.

“Besides the text books and reference books, the food and drinks in the fridge are provided by the school, free of charge. If you need any other facilities or equipment, feel free to let us know.”

I could smell the fragrance of red tea, it seemed some students had made some.

“Now, let me introduce the class leader. Kirishima Shouko, please come forward.”

“Yes.”

The person who stood up and answered the call was a girl with a black long hair. Her outlook resembled a Japanese doll.

She was a gentle looking girl who had a beautiful face, and a dignified aura which made her look like she was free of secular affairs.

Everyone in the classroom was looking at her.

Class leader ---- the person who scored the highest in the class division examination in this class.

In other words, the smartest person in Class A was also the smartest person amongst the second years; this explained why she was getting all the attention.

“My name is Kirishima Shouko, nice to meet you.”

Although everyone was looking at her, she still introduced herself as usual.

It seemed everyone was staring at her eye, but when I looked carefully, all of them were actually female. It seemed the rumors were true!

She was very famous as soon as she enrolled into this school. Everybody knew how beautiful she was, and a lot of guys confessed to her. However, no of them ever succeed.

Since then, there were rumors saying she liked girls-----I see the tide didn't start without wind.

“Everyone in Class A, please work together with Kirishima from now on 'til the end of second year and study hard together! The 'WAR' starts now, please don't lose to anyone else. ”

The homeroom teacher concluded the speech, Kirishima bowed and returned to her seat.

Oh no, I should hurry to my classroom.

I quickly walked along the corridors at a very fast pace.

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I stood below the sign with 'Year 2 Class F' written on it, and hesitated.

Would being late to class give my classmates a bad impression?

Was anyone in the classroom disgusting, scary or hard to deal with?

What kind of comrades will I have for the rest of the year? The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became.

“Well, maybe I just worry too much.”

It was just being late; there was nothing to worry about.

Come to think of it, we were classmates; there was nothing to be afraid of! Maybe they would start to worry about me, if I was late because I wasn't feeling well (actually, it was because I overslept).

Calm down, there was nothing to worry about. I needed to trust the comrades whom I would have to work together with from now on.

After I made up my mind, I pushed the door open and greeted the classmates in the room with my most sincere voice.

“Sorry I'm late ♪.”

“Hurry up and sit down, you idiot!”

My perfect image was ruined!

“Didn't you hear what I just said?”

Come to think of it, this person was being rude. Being a teacher doesn't grant you the right to speak like this.

I glared fiercely at the guy who was standing on the podium.

He was unexpectedly tall, probably close to 180 cm! His body was slim but not thin, which made him look like a ruthless boxer. Slowly looking up, I saw a pair of eyes filled with willpower, a wild looking, handsome face, and short hair on his head that looked like a '''mane.'''

“Yuuji, what the hell are you doing?”

This guy was not a teacher; he was my so-called friend, Sakamoto Yuuji.

“Because the teacher's late, I'm taking his place.”

“You are replacing the teacher? You? Why?”

“Somehow, my score is the highest in Class F.”

“So that makes you the class leader?”

“That's right.”

Yuuji cunningly smiled. After listening to what he said, I smiled as well. In other words, if I could take care of Yuuji, no one could stop me from doing anything in this class.

“Therefore, everyone in this class is my subordinate.”

Yuuji proudly overlooked the classmates who were sitting on the ground.

<nowiki>----</nowiki>Yes, everyone was sitting on the ground.

Why? The answer is simple, there were no chairs.

“On the other hand ... This classroom really befits the name Class F.”

I should find a place and sit down first.

“Sorry, please let me through.”

Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind me.

A stupid looking old man, dressed in a wrinkled shirt with untidy hair is standing there.

“It is homeroom meeting now; can I put a chair there?”

Since he didn't wear an uniform, and looked far from being a teenager, I thought he might be our homeroom teacher.

“Roger that.”

“Okay.”

Yuuji and I answered him separately and returned to our seats.

The teacher waited until we were seated, then stood on the podium and spoke slowly:

“Good morning everyone, my name is Fujihara Shin; I will be the homeroom teacher for Year 2 Class F. Nice to meet you.”

Fujihara sensei originally planned to write his name on the dirty board, but he wasn't able to. Oh my god! The school didn't provide chalk?

“Does everyone have a Japanese-styled table and a cushion? Please raise your hand if you don't have one.” 

There were around fifty students squeezing in this small little classroom, without writing tables. There were only tatamis, Japanese-styled tables and cushions. What new and luxorious facilities! I had known about this since my first year, but seeing it firsthand still shocked me.

“Sensei-----My cushion doesn't have any cotton in it.”

There were a number of students who complained about the faulty equipment.

“I see. Bear with it.”

“Sensei, the leg of my table is broken.”

“Did they give you some glue? Glue it yourself later.”

“Sensei, cold air is blowing in from the broken window..”

“I see. I'll report it to the school and request for plastic bags and tape to repair it.”

In the corner of the room, there were spiders freely making webs, and there wasn't a single spot on the wall that was clean or without graffiti. This is terrible, is this an abandoned house?

“If you need anything else, try to take care of it yourself...”

There was a smell of mildew filling up the classroom; it must be coming from below these old tatamis.

“Let's begin the self-introductions! We will start from the person sitting beside the corridor.”

When Fujihara sensei finished his speech, one of the students in the circle stood up and started to introduce himself.

“My name is Kinoshita Hideyoshi, a member of the drama club.”

It was Hideyoshi speaking.

He had a unique way of talking. With a slim body and loosely tied shoulder-length hair, at a glance ----- No, even when I looked at him carefully, his cuteness could easily make me, someone who knew him, think that he was a girl. That's right, that was Kinoshita Hideyoshi, my classmate from last year.

On the other hand, if he dressed up in a female uniform and changed his way of speaking, he would definitely be treated like a girl. This could happen easily in a class filled with smelly guys like this.

“So then, nice to see you.”

Hideyoshi smiled subtly, and ended his self-introduction. So... so CUTE! Wait a second, Yoshii Akihisa, don't fall for it! He's a guy!

“Tsuchiya Kouta…”

I was still mumbling the warning I had to give myself numerous times last year, when the next student had already started his self-introduction.

Who was it? Ah, I knew this guy as well.

He was still as reticent as usual. He didn't have a huge body, but you could see that he was good in sports from the muscles he had. I didn't know why he was so shy. Was it because he didn't want to stand out too much and get into trouble? Well, there were all sorts of people in the world.

However, I could only see guys in the classroom. Are there always so few girls in the worst class?

“...is my name. I grew up overseas. Although I can speak Japanese, reading is still a bit hard for me.”

While I was thinking, another introduction began.

“My English is very poor because I grew up in Germany. My hobby is ---”

OH! It was a girl this time; it was a precious treasure to the whole class. Finally, at least there was one girl in the class.

“My hobby is beating Yoshii Akihisa ☆.”

Who was it? Who had this special, extreme, and dangerous hobby?

“Hello---”

The person who was smiling and waving at me is---

“Ah, Shi---Shimada, it is you!”

“Yoshii, nice to see you again this year”

Another person I knew, and my natural enemy from last year---Shimada Minami.

Why? Why were so many people I knew in the same class as me? Wasn't it strange? Was this an example of, "Birds of feathers flock together?" I couldn't believe I was actually in the same level as these people!

“Nice to see you.”

Okay, it seemed the person in front of me had just finished, and now it was my turn.

I took a breath and rose up from the ground.

Let's start my self-introduction! The first impression was very important. In order to make a lot of good friends, I made sure to stress that I was a positive and optimistic person.

Suddenly, an idea ran through my mind. I decided to use a relaxing joke to start my speech. I tried my best to speak in a funny way, and started my self-introduction.

“Er, my name is Yoshii Akihisa; feel free to call me 'Darling.'” 

<big>'''“DAR--LING!”'''</big>

The chorus of rough voices was more disgusting than I could ever imagine.

“Sorry, I take back what I said! Nice to see you.”

Although I had a fake smile on my face and returned to my seat, I still felt like I was going to vomit. I never imagined that they would really call me that. Class F was really horrible.

Because of my feelings, the self-introductions never seemed to end.

Just when I nearly fell asleep from the monotonous introductions and names, someone opened the door. A girl stood at the entrance, putting her hand on her chest trying to catch her breath.

“I, I am sorry...I am la..late.”

“What?”

Everyone shouted, but this was expected. When something like this happens, anyone would be shocked.

“Actually, you're coming at just the right time. We are introducing ourselves now. Please introduce yourself to the class, Himeji.”

“O..OK! My name is Himeji Mizuki, nice to meet you....”

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Himeji used a voice even smaller than her petite body.

Her skin was as white as new snow. The long and soft hair at her back showed the gentle nature of the owner. With her cute appearance, she truly stood out in a class filled with guys.

However, her beautiful outlook was not why everyone was shocked.

“I have a question!”

One of the guys who had already introduced himself raised his right hand.

“Ah, ye...yes, what is your question?”

Being questioned immediately after stepping into the class room, Himeji couldn't hide her suprise and nervousness, but her actions were reminiscent of a cute little animal. It was so cute.

“Why are you here?”

What an impolite first question.

But this was the same question everyone in the class wanted to ask.

Her cute outlook did attract attention, but more importantly her marks were very high. She had the second highest score on the enrollment examination, and she was always among the top ten.

A good student like her shouldn't be in Class F. No matter whom you ask, the answer would be that she belongs in Class A.

“About this...”

With a nervous look on her face, her body stiffened up, and she said:

“I had a fever during the class division examination...”

After hearing that, the entire class nodded as if to say “So that's why.”

Leaving in the middle of the exam would result in a failing grade. In other words, she didn't finish the class division examination last year, so she was allocated to Class F.

Listening to Himeji's answer, many people in the class started to say their own excuses.

“Now that I think of it, I am allocated to Class F because of '''fever''' as well.”

“Yeah, it was chemistry, right? That was hard.”

“I didn't do well because I heard that my brother was involved in an accident.”

“Shut up, you singleton.”

“My girlfriend didn't let me sleep the night before examination.”

“Yeah, right. That's the biggest lie I ever heard.”

These guys were more idiotic than I could imagine.

“Nice... nice to see you.”

During the noisy discussion, she ran to the space beside Yuuji and I.  I never thought that I would be in the same class as her, never mind sit next to her. To be honest, my heart was beating wildly. She was really very cute, and it made me think that welcoming her in a lousy classroom like this should be a serious crime.

“I am so scared...”

Himeji sighed and lay on the table when she got to her seat.

Great! Since we were sitting so close together, this was a great chance to talk! Our love would start from this incident, and eventually we would become destined lovers. That's right; this first sentence would be the key to the door of our happiness and future together.

“Hime... ...”

“Himeji.”

Yuuji, who was sitting beside me, spoke and rose his voice over mine. Damn you Yuuji! My future plan “From classmates to the red carpet of marriage---Our springtime meeting---Six hundred and fifty four episodes” ended without playing more than two minutes! What am I supposed to show the audience for the next six hundred fifty three hours and fifty eight minutes!?

“Y... Yes? Is anything wrong?”

Himeji looked at Yuuji, panicked, and carefully straighten out her skirt. Was it because sitting on cushion could easily wrinkle it?

“My name is Sakamoto, Sakamoto Yuuji, nice to meet you.”

“Ah, my name is Himeji, nice to meet you.”

She bowed her head deeply and gave a salute greeting. Her family education must had been very good.

“Well are you still feeling sick?”

“I would like to know too.”

I unwittingly cut into the conversation. I was sitting beside her during the class division examination, she didn't look too well at the time. I wondered if she felt better now.

“Yo... Yoshii?”

Himeji was shocked when she saw my face. Did you have to be so shocked like that? Was I that ugly? No way, this was impo----

“Himeji, sorry that Akihisa's ugly face scares you.”

What? What was going on here? Maybe Yuuji was trying to cover up for me, but he was only making it worse.

“That... That's not true! You see, my eyes are filled with energy, my face is slim and beautiful, I am not ugly at all! Actually I...”

“Now that you mention it, your face doesn't look bad at all! Actually, I know someone who's interested in you!”

What? I'd never imagined that Yuuji would have such good information. I needed to confirm this.

“Eh? Who is ...”

“Who... Who is it?”

Himeji's voice covered my voice. Well, it didn't really matter since we were asking the same question. It seemed like girls in this age were interested in topics like this.

“I remember. The name is Kubo---”

Kubo? Who was the girl with the surname Kubo?

“Toshimitu, I think!”

Kubo Toshimitu --> ♂ (Sex/MALE)

“......”

“Akihisa, are you crying secretly?”

I was stained now; I couldn't be a bridegroom anymore.

“Don't worry, half of that was a joke.”

“What? What about the other half?”

“Oh right, Himeji, are you feeling well?”

“I am fine now.”

“Yuuji, what about the other half?”

Since Yuuji was ignoring me, I raised my voice to catch his attention.

“You over there, silence.”

The teacher knocked the table a few times, the knocking sound served as a warning.

“Sorry---”

(Crashing sound)

Suddenly, the teacher's wooden table collapsed into wood chips. The table couldn't even take a few knocks, how bad did we have it here?

“....I'll get a new table to replace it. Please be patient.”

The teacher felt embarrassed and quickly stepped out of the classroom.

Once again I realized how lousy our equipment was.

“Ah ha ha...”

Himeji had a forced smile on her face.

Looking at her like this reminded me that people like Yuuji and I deserved to study in a classroom like this, but it must be hard for a student like her.

Well, it was our own fault for not performing well in the examination. Being able to take care of our own health was a kind of a strength as well. But being allocated to Class F just because of leaving the exam due to a fever was ridiculous. They should have at least given her another chance.

The anger towards the unfairness of the class division examination swirled up inside me. If that's the case, we should try our best in getting some better equipment for her.

I talked to the class leader who was yawning at the moment: “Yuuji, come here.”

“What do you want?”

“We can't talk here, let's go to the corridor.”

“Fine by me.”

I stood up and walked towards the corridor. At that time, Himeji and I somehow made eye contact.

“Well, what's up?”

It was homeroom meeting now and no one was in the corridor, so we could speak freely.

“About this classroom...”

Of course I meant this one.

“The class F classroom? It's worse than what I imagined.”

“You also think so, right?” 

“Of course.”

“Have you looked at Class A's equipment?”

“Yeah, it's so different from ours. I've never seen a classroom like that before.”

On one side was a classroom with a blackboard full of cracks, without even any chalk to write on it with. On the other side was a classroom with an expensive plasma TV. Nobody can accept a difference in treatment like this, right?

“I have an idea. Since we are second years now, let's have a 'Test Summoning War!'”

“A war?”

“Yes, and the enemy is Class A.”

“Why?”

Suddenly, Yuuji looked at me with wariness.

“Nothing special, it is just that our classroom is really lousy.”

“Don't lie to me. A person like you, who has no interest in studying, now wants to have a war over the equipment? We'd be more likely to win the lottery.”

Damn! His sixth sense was still as good as ever.

“No... No, that's not right! If I didn't want to study, I wouldn't have chosen this school---”

“You chose this school because it's cheap and has a good reputation in universities, right?"

No! I explained my reason to him before.

“Ah---That's----It's because....”

What should I do? I couldn't think of anything better.

“It's because of Himeji, right?”

Shock!

Since my real intention was actually for him to see through me, I unwittingly straightened my back.

“How... How do you know that?”

“You're so simple! I just tested you a bit, and you gave it away yourself.”

The wary looking eyes disappeared, replaced by Yuuji's smile. I was cheated!

“That's not the only reason---”

“Yeah yeah, you don't have to explain anymore, I totally understand.”

“I just told you, it's not what you think!”

Damn! I couldn't even communicate with this guy.

“Don't worry; even if you hadn't suggested it, I had already planned to declare war against Class A.”

“Huh? Why? Yuuji, you're not studying either, are you?”

That's why he didn't care about the class equipment.

“I just want to prove that marks don't mean everything.” 

“?”

“I even came up with a plan to defeat Class A----Oh, the teacher's back! Let's get into the classroom.”

Yuuji urged me to get in the classroom.

“Let's continue with the self-introductions.”

After bringing in the new table (this one was lousy too), the homeroom meeting continued.

“My name is Sugawa Ryou. My hobby is---”

The monotonous introductions continued as usual.

“Sakamoto, you're the last.”

“Roger.”

Yuuji answered the teacher's call and rose up from the seat.

He kept his usual kidding mode and walked slowly towards the podium, with the dignity of class leader.

“Sakamoto is the class leader for Class F, right?”

Facing Fukuhara sensei's question, Yuuji replied with a nod.

It was the perfect match, the worst class leader for the worst class. Instead of saying it's an honor, it might actually be a shame.

But Yuuji didn't think like that. He stood confidently on the podium and looked down at us.

“I am the class leader of Class F, Sakamoto Yuuji. You can either call me Sakamoto, or class leader.”

Most of the students in the class didn't really care about who he was, since he was only the least idiotic of the idiots in Class F. Most thought it was like the pot calling the kettle black.

“Now, I have a question for everyone.”

He looked into everyone's eyes, and spoke slowly.

Maybe it was because he got the timing right, everyone was looking at him now.

When he confirmed that he had everyone's attention, he moved his eyes to every corner of the classroom.

A classroom with the smell of mildew.

Old and dirty cushions.

Japanese tables with dirt left from sweats.

We followed his sight, looking at these one by one.

“Class A not only has air-conditioners, it also has adjustable chairs.”

He took a deep breath, and calmly said:

“Are you dissatisfied?”

<big>'''“Of course!”'''</big>

The cries from the souls of every member in class F rang through the corridor.

“Aren't you? Even I am dissatisfied with the current situation. As the class leader, I can see a big problem in here.”

“That's right!”

“No matter how cheap the school fee is, it is unthinkable to let us use such equipment! We must tell the school to improve it!”

“We pay the same fee as Class A, but the treatment is too different!”

Complains were coming from everywhere in the class.

“You are right. Therefore...”

Satisfied with the reaction of the classmates, Yuuji showed a fearless smile on his face.

“As a class leader, I have a suggestion.”

Showing his tiger-tooth to his fellow comrades, he stated:

“I plan to declare a 'Test Summoning War' against Class A.”

Class F leader, Sakamoto Yuuji, had ignited the flame of war.

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Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The First Question

2008-12-08T06:30:44Z

Chickenwing71x: grammar

“Eh---”

“What's wrong?”

“What Yuuji said just now, it's the Taika Reform, right?”

“You're a third year now, and you still don't know this? Shouko, you really are stupid.”

“We haven't been taught about that part yet, Yuuji you're just too smart.”

“It's easy to memorize, just remember: 'Accident Free Reform'[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_1]”

“Accident Free?”

“It's because no accidents occurred during the Taika Reform; make sure you remember that.”

“Okay.”

“It happened in the year 625.”

“Alright, I memorized it.”

“Good, make sure you remember.”

“Don't worry, I won't forget.”

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First Question

Please answer the following questions:

When manufacturing a frying pan, magnesium is used as the raw material to reduce the weight of the pan. However, an accident occurs when it is used in cooking. Describe what happens, and name an alloy that could be used to replace magnesium.

Mizuki Himeji's Answer

“Using a flame to heat up magnesium will cause a violent chemical reaction, in which the magnesium catches fire; aluminum may be used to replace magnesium.”

Teacher's Comment:

Correct. The question asks for an alloy, so you can't answer “iron”. You weren't tricked.

Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer

“Because the gas bill wasn't paid.”

Teacher's Comment:

That is not the point of this question.

Akihisa Yoshii's Answer

“An alloy made in the future can be used (Because it is very hard).”

Teacher's Comment:

Even if it is very hard, you can't find it now, can you?

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We were welcoming the arrival of the second spring since we started at Fumitsuki Gakuen.

To welcome new students, both sides of the slope leading to the school building were filled with dazzling, flowering cherry blossoms. Even though I was not an elegant person who could appreciate flowers, I couldn't stop myself from being attracted to the beautiful scenery before me.

However, it was only for a very short time.

My mind was filled with thoughts of spring, not of cherry blossoms, but of the new classroom and students who will be with me throughout the year. In another words, it was all about my new class after the class divisions.

“Yoshii, you're late.”

In front of the entrance, a strong low voice called me. I turned my head and looked towards the source. An athletic man with light dark skin and short hair was standing there.

“Ah, Iron... no, Nishimura-sensei[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_1], good morning!”

“You almost called me 'Iron Man' just now, didn't you?”

“Ha ha, you're thinking too much.”

“Oh, am I?”

That was close; I nearly called him "Iron Man," just like before.

By the way, Nishimura-sensei got his nickname "Iron Man" because of his hobby of entering triathlons. Of course, his habit of wearing short sleeves during winter also contributed to the name.

“A normal person shouldn't say 'good morning' in this situation!”

“Ah, I am sorry. Err...Your skin is very dark today as well.”

“What! Is my skin color more important than you being late for school?”

“I see, you're talking about that... Sorry I'm late.”

“You... you just never learn your lesson.”

He sighed and mumbled. From what he said, you would think I was usually late for school.

“Sir, I'm not usually late for school, am I?”

Nishimura-sensei was our homeroom teacher last year, so he should know that I was very punctual.

“Forget it, just take this.”

He took an envelope out of a box and handed it over to me. My name, “Akihisa Yoshii”, was clearly written on it.

“Ah, thank you.”

I simply nodded and took the envelope.

“But why does the school need to post the class divisions in such a troublesome way? Isn't posting it on the announcement board a better idea?”

Putting the results into individual envelopes, and handing them out one by one seemed very inconvenient.

“It is troublesome, but our school uses the most advanced system in the world, and this is required for it.”

“I see.”

I answered him and tried to open the envelope. Which class would I be placed in? I started to get a little nervous.

Here at Fumitsuki Gakuen, starting from second year, students are allocated into different classes, from class A to class F, depending on the class division examinations. To put it simply, geniuses would study in class A, and idiots would study in class F, with everyone else in between. You would know how smart someone is just by knowing his or her class placement. To protect my pride, I must not be placed into class F.

“Yoshii, to tell you the truth...”

“What?”

The envelope was glued shut, and I was still working on opening it.

“After observing you, I've been wondering: 'Could it be that Yoshii is an idiot?'.”

“Sir, you can't be serious. If you are, you should change your nickname to 'Moron'.”

It's not that I was overconfident. Though I didn't work very hard, I still did pretty well in the class division examination last year. I assumed that when he saw my results he would immediately change his opinion.

“Have you seen my results? I feel pretty good about it.”

“I do hope I was wrong.”

I gave up on opening it neatly, so after it was opened with a smooth tearing sound, I found a folded piece of paper inside.

Which class will I be in? Is it class D? Maybe class C?

“Yoshii, you should be glad right? My opinion is really correct.”

As I unfolded the paper, I read the all-important result:

“Akihisa Yoshii... ... ... class F”

“You really are an idiot.”

And so, my sorrowful school life began.

Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The Second Question

2008-12-08T06:16:21Z

Chickenwing71x: Reverted an earlier edit

===Second Question===

Please write down the idioms which fit the following meanings:

(1)Fail to do something you are good at

(2)Encounter consecutive unfortunate events

Mizuki Himeji's Answer

(1)“Even a monkey can fall from a tree”  

(2)“Having a leaking rooftop in a rainy day”

Teacher's Comment:

Correct. There are other answers for the first part of the question, such as, “Horses losing their front hooves,” “Even fishes may drown”; other answers for the second part would be, “Good things don't start coming, bad things never stop happening,” “A year full of misfortune,” etc.
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Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer

(1)“Even horses will drop from a tree”

Teacher's Comment:

That would be an incredible scene.

Akihisa Yoshii's Answer

(2)“Have both a leaking rooftop and landslide occur”

Teacher's Comment:

Aren't you too unlucky?

“What the... Isn't this room too large to be a classroom?”

Stepping into the third floor that I never had a chance to visit last year, I saw a classroom five times larger than usual right in front of me.

Maybe this was the Class A that people had been talking about? Let's see what's in there.

“Congratulations to everyone for making it to the second year. My name is Takahashi
Youko, and I am the homeroom teacher for Class A. Nice to meet you.”

I stopped and looked into the classroom through the big window, there was an intelligent looking woman with spectacles standing in the front of the classroom. She had her hair tied up at the back of her head and was dressed up neatly in suit.

When she stopped her speech, her name didn't show on the blackboard. Instead, it showed up on a plasma TV which was huge enough to cover the whole wall. How luxurious! How much money did they spend on that?

“First of all, please check the things that you were given. Everyone should have a laptop, personal air-conditioner, fridge, adjustable chairs, etc. Are they working properly?”

There was more than enough space, facilities, and equipment. It was easily enough for 50 students to use.

The fridges were filled with drinks and snacks. Every student had their own air-conditioner, which they could adjust to whatever temperature he/she wanted.

If you looked around in the classroom, you would notice that the ceiling was made of glass. High class drawings were hung on the walls, and there were ornamental plants around the room. The interior design looked like the lobby of a five-star hotel.

“Besides the text books and reference books, the food and drinks in the fridge are provided by the school, free of charge. If you need any other facilities or equipment, feel free to let us know.”

I could smell the fragrance of red tea, it seemed some students had made some.

“Now, let me introduce the class leader. Kirishima Shouko, please come forward.”

“Yes.”

The person who stood up and answered the call was a girl with a black long hair. Her outlook resembled a Japanese doll.

She was a gentle looking girl who had a beautiful face, and a dignified aura which made her look like she was free of secular affairs.

Everyone in the classroom was looking at her.

Class leader ---- the person who scored the highest in the class division examination in this class.

In other words, the smartest person in Class A was also the smartest person amongst the second years; this explained why she was getting all the attention.

“My name is Kirishima Shouko, nice to meet you.”

Although everyone was looking at her, she still introduced herself as usual.

It seemed everyone was staring at her eye, but when I looked carefully, all of them were actually female. It seemed the rumors were true!

She was very famous as soon as she enrolled into this school. Everybody knew how beautiful she was, and a lot of guys confessed to her. However, no of them ever succeed.

Since then, there were rumors saying she liked girls-----I see the tide didn't start without wind.

“Everyone in Class A, please work together with Kirishima from now on 'til the end of second year and study hard together! The 'WAR' starts now, please don't lose to anyone else. ”

The homeroom teacher concluded the speech, Kirishima bowed and returned to her seat.

Oh no, I should hurry to my classroom.

I quickly walked along the corridors at a very fast pace.

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I stood below the sign with 'Year 2 Class F' written on it, and hesitated.

Would being late to class give my classmates a bad impression?

Was anyone in the classroom disgusting, scary or hard to deal with?

What kind of comrades will I have for the rest of the year? The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became.

“Well, maybe I just worry too much.”

It was just being late; there was nothing to worry about.

Come to think of it, we were classmates; there was nothing to be afraid of! Maybe they would start to worry about me, if I was late because I wasn't feeling well (actually, it was because I overslept).

Calm down, there was nothing to worry about. I needed to trust the comrades whom I would have to work together with from now on.

After I made up my mind, I pushed the door open and greeted the classmates in the room with my most sincere voice.

“Sorry I'm late ♪.”

“Hurry up and sit down, you idiot!”

My perfect image was ruined!

“Didn't you hear what I just said?”

Come to think of it, this person was being rude. Being a teacher doesn't grant you the right to speak like this.

I glared fiercely at the guy who was standing on the podium.

He was unexpectedly tall, probably close to 180 cm! His body was slim but not thin, which made him look like a ruthless boxer. Slowly looking up, I saw a pair of eyes filled with willpower, a wild looking, handsome face, and short hair on his head that looked like a '''mane.'''

“Yuuji, what the hell are you doing?”

This guy was not a teacher; he was my so-called friend, Sakamoto Yuuji.

“Because the teacher's late, I'm taking his place.”

“You are replacing the teacher? You? Why?”

“Somehow, my score is the highest in Class F.”

“So that makes you the class leader?”

“That's right.”

Yuuji cunningly smiled. After listening to what he said, I smiled as well. In other words, if I could take care of Yuuji, no one could stop me from doing anything in this class.

“Therefore, everyone in this class is my subordinate.”

Yuuji proudly overlooked the classmates who were sitting on the ground.

<nowiki>----</nowiki>Yes, everyone was sitting on the ground.

Why? The answer is simple, there were no chairs.

“On the other hand ... This classroom really befits the name Class F.”

I should find a place and sit down first.

“Sorry, please let me through.”

Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind me.

A stupid looking old man, dressed in a wrinkled shirt with untidy hair is standing there.

“It is homeroom meeting now; can I put a chair there?”

Since he didn't wear an uniform, and looked far from being a teenager, I thought he might be our homeroom teacher.

“Roger that.”

“Okay.”

Yuuji and I answered him separately and returned to our seats.

The teacher waited until we were seated, then stood on the podium and spoke slowly:

“Good morning everyone, my name is Fujihara Shin; I will be the homeroom teacher for Year 2 Class F. Nice to meet you.”

Fujihara sensei originally planned to write his name on the dirty board, but he wasn't able to. Oh my god! The school didn't provide chalk?

“Does everyone have a Japanese-styled table and a cushion? Please raise your hand if you don't have one.” 

There were around fifty students squeezing in this small little classroom, without writing tables. There were only tatamis, Japanese-styled tables and cushions. What new and luxorious facilities! I had known about this since my first year, but seeing it firsthand still shocked me.

“Sensei-----My cushion doesn't have any cotton in it.”

There were a number of students who complained about the faulty equipment.

“I see. Bear with it.”

“Sensei, the leg of my table is broken.”

“Did they give you some glue? Glue it yourself later.”

“Sensei, cold air is blowing in from the broken window..”

“I see. I'll report it to the school and request for plastic bags and tape to repair it.”

In the corner of the room, there were spiders freely making webs, and there wasn't a single spot on the wall that was clean or without graffiti. This is terrible, is this an abandoned house?

“If you need anything else, try to take care of it yourself...”

There was a smell of mildew filling up the classroom; it must be coming from below these old tatamis.

“Let's begin the self-introductions! We will start from the person sitting beside the corridor.”

When Fujihara sensei finished his speech, one of the students in the circle stood up and started to introduce himself.

“My name is Kinoshita Hideyoshi, a member of the drama club.”

It was Hideyoshi speaking.

He had a unique way of talking. With a slim body and loosely tied shoulder-length hair, at a glance ----- No, even when I looked at him carefully, his cuteness could easily make me, someone who knew him, think that he was a girl. That's right, that was Kinoshita Hideyoshi, my classmate from last year.

On the other hand, if he dressed up in a female uniform and changed his way of speaking, he would definitely be treated like a girl. This could happen easily in a class filled with smelly guys like this.

“So then, nice to see you.”

Hideyoshi smiled subtly, and ended his self-introduction. So... so CUTE! Wait a second, Yoshii Akihisa, don't fall for it! He's a guy!

“Tsuchiya Kouta…”

I was still mumbling the warning I had to give myself numerous times last year, when the next student had already started his self-introduction.

Who was it? Ah, I knew this guy as well.

He was still as reticent as usual. He didn't have a huge body, but you could see that he was good in sports from the muscles he had. I didn't know why he was so shy. Was it because he didn't want to stand out too much and get into trouble? Well, there were all sorts of people in the world.

However, I could only see guys in the classroom. Was it the same in the world that there were hardly any girls in the last class?

“...is my name. I grew up overseas. Although I can speak Japanese, reading is still a bit hard for me.”

While I was thinking, another introduction began.

“My English is very poor because I grew up in Germany. My hobby is ---”

OH! It was a girl this time; it was a precious treasure to the whole class. Finally, at least there was one girl in the class.

“My hobby is beating Yoshii Akihisa ☆.”

Who was it? Who had this special, extreme, and dangerous hobby?

“Hello---”

The person who was smiling and waving at me is---

“Ah, Shi---Shimada, it is you!”

“Yoshii, nice to see you again this year”

Another person I knew, and my natural enemy from last year---Shimada Minami.

Why? Why were so many people I knew in the same class as me? Wasn't it strange? Was this an example of, "Birds of feathers flock together?" I couldn't believe I was actually in the same level as these people!

“Nice to see you.”

Okay, it seemed the person in front of me had just finished, and now it was my turn.

I took a breath and rose up from the ground.

Let's start my self-introduction! The first impression was very important. In order to make a lot of good friends, I made sure to stress that I was a positive and optimistic person.

Suddenly, an idea ran through my mind. I decided to use a relaxing joke to start my speech. I tried my best to speak in a funny way, and started my self-introduction.

“Er, my name is Yoshii Akihisa; feel free to call me 'Darling.'” 

<big>'''“DAR--LING!”'''</big>

The chorus of rough voices was more disgusting than I could ever imagine.

“Sorry, I take back what I said! Nice to see you.”

Although I had a fake smile on my face and returned to my seat, I still felt like I was going to vomit. I never imagined that they would really call me that. Class F was really horrible.

Because of my feelings, the self-introductions never seemed to end.

Just when I nearly fell asleep from the monotonous introductions and names, someone opened the door. A girl stood at the entrance, putting her hand on her chest trying to catch her breath.

“I, I am sorry...I am la..late.”

“What?”

Everyone shouted, but this was expected. When something like this happens, anyone would be shocked.

“Actually, you're coming at just the right time. We are introducing ourselves now. Please introduce yourself to the class, Himeji.”

“O..OK! My name is Himeji Mizuki, nice to meet you....”

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Himeji used a voice even smaller than her petite body.

Her skin was as white as new snow. The long and soft hair at her back showed the gentle nature of the owner. With her cute appearance, she truly stood out in a class filled with guys.

However, her beautiful outlook was not why everyone was shocked.

“I have a question!”

One of the guys who had already introduced himself raised his right hand.

“Ah, ye...yes, what is your question?”

Being questioned immediately after stepping into the class room, Himeji couldn't hide her suprise and nervousness, but her actions were reminiscent of a cute little animal. It was so cute.

“Why are you here?”

What an impolite first question.

But this was the same question everyone in the class wanted to ask.

Her cute outlook did attract attention, but more importantly her marks were very high. She had the second highest score on the enrollment examination, and she was always among the top ten.

A good student like her shouldn't be in Class F. No matter whom you ask, the answer would be that she belongs in Class A.

“About this...”

With a nervous look on her face, her body stiffened up, and she said:

“I had a fever during the class division examination...”

After hearing that, the entire class nodded as if to say “So that's why.”

Leaving in the middle of the exam would result in a failing grade. In other words, she didn't finish the class division examination last year, so she was allocated to Class F.

Listening to Himeji's answer, many people in the class started to say their own excuses.

“Now that I think of it, I am allocated to Class F because of '''fever''' as well.”

“Yeah, it was chemistry, right? That was hard.”

“I didn't do well because I heard that my brother was involved in an accident.”

“Shut up, you singleton.”

“My girlfriend didn't let me sleep the night before examination.”

“Yeah, right. That's the biggest lie I ever heard.”

These guys were more idiotic than I could imagine.

“Nice... nice to see you.”

During the noisy discussion, she ran to the space beside Yuuji and I.  I never thought that I would be in the same class as her, never mind sit next to her. To be honest, my heart was beating wildly. She was really very cute, and it made me think that welcoming her in a lousy classroom like this should be a serious crime.

“I am so scared...”

Himeji sighed and lay on the table when she got to her seat.

Great! Since we were sitting so close together, this was a great chance to talk! Our love would start from this incident, and eventually we would become destined lovers. That's right; this first sentence would be the key to the door of our happiness and future together.

“Hime... ...”

“Himeji.”

Yuuji, who was sitting beside me, spoke and rose his voice over mine. Damn you Yuuji! My future plan “From classmates to the red carpet of marriage---Our springtime meeting---Six hundred and fifty four episodes” ended without playing more than two minutes! What am I supposed to show the audience for the next six hundred fifty three hours and fifty eight minutes!?

“Y... Yes? Is anything wrong?”

Himeji looked at Yuuji, panicked, and carefully straighten out her skirt. Was it because sitting on cushion could easily wrinkle it?

“My name is Sakamoto, Sakamoto Yuuji, nice to meet you.”

“Ah, my name is Himeji, nice to meet you.”

She bowed her head deeply and gave a salute greeting. Her family education must had been very good.

“Well are you still feeling sick?”

“I would like to know too.”

I unwittingly cut into the conversation. I was sitting beside her during the class division examination, she didn't look too well at the time. I wondered if she felt better now.

“Yo... Yoshii?”

Himeji was shocked when she saw my face. Did you have to be so shocked like that? Was I that ugly? No way, this was impo----

“Himeji, sorry that Akihisa's ugly face scares you.”

What? What was going on here? Maybe Yuuji was trying to cover up for me, but he was only making it worse.

“That... That's not true! You see, my eyes are filled with energy, my face is slim and beautiful, I am not ugly at all! Actually I...”

“Now that you mention it, your face doesn't look bad at all! Actually, I know someone who's interested in you!”

What? I'd never imagined that Yuuji would have such good information. I needed to confirm this.

“Eh? Who is ...”

“Who... Who is it?”

Himeji's voice covered my voice. Well, it didn't really matter since we were asking the same question. It seemed like girls in this age were interested in topics like this.

“I remember. The name is Kubo---”

Kubo? Who was the girl with the surname Kubo?

“Toshimitu, I think!”

Kubo Toshimitu --> ♂ (Sex/MALE)

“......”

“Akihisa, are you crying secretly?”

I was stained now; I couldn't be a bridegroom anymore.

“Don't worry, half of that was a joke.”

“What? What about the other half?”

“Oh right, Himeji, are you feeling well?”

“I am fine now.”

“Yuuji, what about the other half?”

Since Yuuji was ignoring me, I raised my voice to catch his attention.

“You over there, silence.”

The teacher knocked the table a few times, the knocking sound served as a warning.

“Sorry---”

(Crashing sound)

Suddenly, the teacher's wooden table collapsed into wood chips. The table couldn't even take a few knocks, how bad did we have it here?

“....I'll get a new table to replace it. Please be patient.”

The teacher felt embarrassed and quickly stepped out of the classroom.

Once again I realized how lousy our equipment was.

“Ah ha ha...”

Himeji had a forced smile on her face.

Looking at her like this reminded me that people like Yuuji and I deserved to study in a classroom like this, but it must be hard for a student like her.

Well, it was our own fault for not performing well in the examination. Being able to take care of our own health was a kind of a strength as well. But being allocated to Class F just because of leaving the exam due to a fever was ridiculous. They should have at least given her another chance.

The anger towards the unfairness of the class division examination swirled up inside me. If that's the case, we should try our best in getting some better equipment for her.

I talked to the class leader who was yawning at the moment: “Yuuji, come here.”

“What do you want?”

“We can't talk here, let's go to the corridor.”

“Fine by me.”

I stood up and walked towards the corridor. At that time, Himeji and I somehow made eye contact.

“Well, what's up?”

It was homeroom meeting now and no one was in the corridor, so we could speak freely.

“About this classroom...”

Of course I meant this one.

“The class F classroom? It's worse than what I imagined.”

“You also think so, right?” 

“Of course.”

“Have you looked at Class A's equipment?”

“Yeah, it's so different from ours. I've never seen a classroom like that before.”

On one side was a classroom with a blackboard full of cracks, without even any chalk to write on it with. On the other side was a classroom with an expensive plasma TV. Nobody can accept a difference in treatment like this, right?

“I have an idea. Since we are second years now, let's have a 'Test Summoning War!'”

“A war?”

“Yes, and the enemy is Class A.”

“Why?”

Suddenly, Yuuji looked at me with wariness.

“Nothing special, it is just that our classroom is really lousy.”

“Don't lie to me. A person like you, who has no interest in studying, now wants to have a war over the equipment? We'd be more likely to win the lottery.”

Damn! His sixth sense was still as good as ever.

“No... No, that's not right! If I didn't want to study, I wouldn't have chosen this school---”

“You chose this school because it's cheap and has a good reputation in universities, right?"

No! I explained my reason to him before.

“Ah---That's----It's because....”

What should I do? I couldn't think of anything better.

“It's because of Himeji, right?”

Shock!

Since my real intention was actually for him to see through me, I unwittingly straightened my back.

“How... How do you know that?”

“You're so simple! I just tested you a bit, and you gave it away yourself.”

The wary looking eyes disappeared, replaced by Yuuji's smile. I was cheated!

“That's not the only reason---”

“Yeah yeah, you don't have to explain anymore, I totally understand.”

“I just told you, it's not what you think!”

Damn! I couldn't even communicate with this guy.

“Don't worry; even if you hadn't suggested it, I had already planned to declare war against Class A.”

“Huh? Why? Yuuji, you're not studying either, are you?”

That's why he didn't care about the class equipment.

“I just want to prove that marks don't mean everything.” 

“?”

“I even came up with a plan to defeat Class A----Oh, the teacher's back! Let's get into the classroom.”

Yuuji urged me to get in the classroom.

“Let's continue with the self-introductions.”

After bringing in the new table (this one was lousy too), the homeroom meeting continued.

“My name is Sugawa Ryou. My hobby is---”

The monotonous introductions continued as usual.

“Sakamoto, you're the last.”

“Roger.”

Yuuji answered the teacher's call and rose up from the seat.

He kept his usual kidding mode and walked slowly towards the podium, with the dignity of class leader.

“Sakamoto is the class leader for Class F, right?”

Facing Fukuhara sensei's question, Yuuji replied with a nod.

It was the perfect match, the worst class leader for the worst class. Instead of saying it's an honor, it might actually be a shame.

But Yuuji didn't think like that. He stood confidently on the podium and looked down at us.

“I am the class leader of Class F, Sakamoto Yuuji. You can either call me Sakamoto, or class leader.”

Most of the students in the class didn't really care about who he was, since he was only the least idiotic of the idiots in Class F. Most thought it was like the pot calling the kettle black.

“Now, I have a question for everyone.”

He looked into everyone's eyes, and spoke slowly.

Maybe it was because he got the timing right, everyone was looking at him now.

When he confirmed that he had everyone's attention, he moved his eyes to every corner of the classroom.

A classroom with the smell of mildew.

Old and dirty cushions.

Japanese tables with dirt left from sweats.

We followed his sight, looking at these one by one.

“Class A not only has air-conditioners, it also has adjustable chairs.”

He took a deep breath, and calmly said:

“Are you dissatisfied?”

<big>'''“Of course!”'''</big>

The cries from the souls of every member in class F rang through the corridor.

“Aren't you? Even I am dissatisfied with the current situation. As the class leader, I can see a big problem in here.”

“That's right!”

“No matter how cheap the school fee is, it is unthinkable to let us use such equipment! We must tell the school to improve it!”

“We pay the same fee as Class A, but the treatment is too different!”

Complains were coming from everywhere in the class.

“You are right. Therefore...”

Satisfied with the reaction of the classmates, Yuuji showed a fearless smile on his face.

“As a class leader, I have a suggestion.”

Showing his tiger-tooth to his fellow comrades, he stated:

“I plan to declare a 'Test Summoning War' against Class A.”

Class F leader, Sakamoto Yuuji, had ignited the flame of war.

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Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The First Question

2008-12-08T06:10:16Z

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“Eh---”

“What's wrong?”

“What Yuuji said just now, it's the Taika Reform, right?”

“You're a third year now, and you still don't know this? Shouko, you really are stupid.”

“We haven't been taught about that part yet, Yuuji you're just too smart.”

“It's easy to memorize, just remember: the 'Accident Free Reform'”

“Accident Free?”

“It's because no accidents occurred during the Taika Reform; make sure you remember that.”

“Okay.”

“It happened in the year 625[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_1].”

“Alright, I memorized it.”

“Good, make sure you remember.”

“Don't worry, I won't forget.”

===First Question===

Please answer the following questions:

When manufacturing a frying pan, magnesium is used as the raw material to reduce the weight of the pan. However, an accident occurs when it is used in cooking. Describe what happens, and name an alloy that could be used to replace magnesium.

Mizuki Himeji's Answer

“Using a flame to heat up magnesium will cause a violent chemical reaction, in which the magnesium catches fire; aluminum may be used to replace magnesium.”

Teacher's Comment:

Correct. The question asks for an alloy, so you can't answer “iron”. You weren't tricked.

Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer

“Because the gas bill wasn't paid.”

Teacher's Comment:

That is not the point of this question.

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Akihisa Yoshii's Answer

“An alloy made in the future can be used (Because it is very hard).”

Teacher's Comment:

Even if it is very hard, you can't find it now, can you?

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We were welcoming the arrival of the second spring since we started at Fumitsuki Gakuen.

To welcome new students, both sides of the slope leading to the school building were filled with dazzling, flowering cherry blossoms. Even though I was not an elegant person who could appreciate flowers, I couldn't stop myself from being attracted to the beautiful scenery before me.

However, it was only for a very short time.

My mind was filled with thoughts of spring, not of cherry blossoms, but of the new classroom and students who will be with me throughout the year. In another words, it was all about my new class after the class divisions.

“Yoshii, you're late.”

In front of the entrance, a strong low voice called me. I turned my head and looked towards the source. An athletic man with light dark skin and short hair was standing there.

“Ah, Iron... no, Nishimura-sensei[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_1]. good morning!”

“You almost called me 'Iron Man' just now, didn't you?”

“Ha ha, you're thinking too much.”

“Oh, am I?”

That was close; I nearly called him "Iron Man," just like before.

By the way, Nishimura-sensei got his nickname "Iron Man" was because of his hobby of entering triathlons. Of course, his habit of wearing short sleeves during winter also contributed to the name.

“A normal person shouldn't say 'good morning' in this situation!”

“Ah, I am sorry. Err...Your skin is very dark today as well.”

“What! Is my skin color more important than you being late for school?”

“I see, you're talking about that... Sorry I'm late.”

“You... you just never learn your lesson.”

He sighed and mumbled. From what he said, you would think I was usually late for school.

“Sir, I'm not usually late for school, am I?”

Nishimura-sensei was our homeroom teacher last year, so he should know that I was very punctual.

“Forget it, just take this.”

He took an envelope out of a box and handed it over to me. My name, “Akihisa Yoshii”, was clearly written on it.

“Ah, thank you.”

I simply nodded and took the envelope.

“But why does the school need to post the class divisions in such a troublesome way? Isn't posting it on the announcement board a better idea?”

Putting the results into individual envelopes, and handing them out one by one seemed very inconvenient.

“It is troublesome, but our school uses the most advanced system in the world, and this is required for it.”

“I see.”

I answered him and tried to open the envelope. Which class would I be placed in? I started to get a little nervous.

Here at Fumitsuki Gakuen, starting from second year, students are allocated into different classes, from Class A to Class F, depending on the class division examinations. To put it simply, geniuses would study in Class A, and idiots would study in Class F, with everyone else in between. You would know how smart someone is just by knowing his or her class placement. To protect my pride, I must not be placed into Class F.

“Yoshii, to tell you the truth...”

“What?”

The envelope was glued shut, and I was still working on opening it.

“After observing you, I've been wondering: 'Could it be that Yoshii is an idiot?'.”

“Sir, you can't be serious. If you are, you should change your nickname to 'Moron'.”

It's not that I was overconfident. Though I didn't work very hard, I still did pretty well in the class division examination last year. I assumed that when he saw my results he would immediately change his opinion.

“Have you seen my results? I feel pretty good about it.”

“I do hope I was wrong.”

I gave up on opening it neatly, so after it was opened with a smooth tearing sound, I found a folded piece of paper inside.

Which class will I be in? Is it Class D? Maybe Class C?

“Yoshii, you should be glad right? My opinion is really correct.”

As I unfolded the paper, I read the all-important result:

“Akihisa Yoshii... ... ... Class F”

“You really are an idiot.”

And so, my sorrowful school life began.

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2008-12-08T06:04:26Z

Chickenwing71x:

I am a native speaker of English from Massachusetts (Northeast US).

Right now I am just doing some random edits on random projects, but I might be looking to do some regular editing for one or two projects. I'm particularly interested in Baka to Tetsuto to Syokanju, Spice and Wolf, Toradora, and maybe PuiPui. Nogizaka Haruka no Himitsu if it ever gets off the ground. If anyone wants me to edit, contact me on baka-tsuki's forums.

But since I've only been here for a few days, it's not very likely I'll be an official editor anytime soon.

Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The Second Question

2008-12-08T05:57:41Z

Chickenwing71x: Fixed a couple awkward sentences.

===Second Question===

Please write down the idioms which fit the following meanings:

(1)Fail to do something you are good at

(2)Encounter consecutive unfortunate events

Mizuki Himeji's Answer

(1)“Even a monkey can fall from a tree”  

(2)“Having a leaking rooftop in a rainy day”

Teacher's Comment:

Correct. There are other answers for the first part of the question, such as, “Horses losing their front hooves,” “Even fishes may drown”; other answers for the second part would be, “Good things don't start coming, bad things never stop happening,” “A year full of misfortune,” etc.
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Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer

(1)“Even horses will drop from a tree”

Teacher's Comment:

That would be an incredible scene.

Akihisa Yoshii's Answer

(2)“Have both a leaking rooftop and landslide occur”

Teacher's Comment:

Aren't you too unlucky?

“What the... Isn't this room too large to be a classroom?”

Stepping into the third floor that I never had a chance to visit last year, I saw a classroom five times larger than usual right in front of me.

Maybe this was the Class A that people had been talking about? Let's see what's in there.

“Congratulations to everyone for making it to the second year. My name is Takahashi
Youko, and I am the homeroom teacher for Class A. Nice to meet you.”

I stopped and looked into the classroom through the big window, there was an intelligent looking woman with spectacles standing in the front of the classroom. She had her hair tied up at the back of her head and was dressed up neatly in suit.

When she stopped her speech, her name didn't show on the blackboard. Instead, it showed up on a plasma TV which was huge enough to cover the whole wall. How luxurious! How much money did they spend on that?

“First of all, please check the things that you were given. Everyone should have a laptop, personal air-conditioner, fridge, adjustable chairs, etc. Are they working properly?”

There was more than enough space, facilities, and equipment. It was easily enough for 50 students to use.

The fridges were filled with drinks and snacks. Every student had their own air-conditioner, which they could adjust to whatever temperature he/she wanted.

If you looked around in the classroom, you would notice that the ceiling was made of glass. High class drawings were hung on the walls, and there were ornamental plants around the room. The interior design looked like the lobby of a five-star hotel.

“Besides the text books and reference books, the food and drinks in the fridge are provided by the school, free of charge. If you need any other facilities or equipment, feel free to let us know.”

I could smell the fragrance of red tea, it seemed some students had made some.

“Now, let me introduce the class leader. Kirishima Shouko, please come forward.”

“Yes.”

The person who stood up and answered the call was a girl with a black long hair. Her outlook resembled a Japanese doll.

She was a gentle looking girl who had a beautiful face, and a dignified aura which made her look like she was free of secular affairs.

Everyone in the classroom was looking at her.

Class leader ---- the person who scored the highest in the class division examination in this class.

In other words, the smartest person in Class A was also the smartest person amongst the second years; this explained why she was getting all the attention.

“My name is Kirishima Shouko, nice to meet you.”

Although everyone was looking at her, she still introduced herself as usual.

It seemed everyone was staring at her eye, but when I looked carefully, all of them were actually female. It seemed the rumors were true!

She was very famous as soon as she enrolled into this school. Everybody knew how beautiful she was, and a lot of guys confessed to her. However, no of them ever succeed.

Since then, there were rumors saying she liked girls-----I see the tide didn't start without wind.

“Everyone in Class A, please work together with Kirishima from now on 'til the end of second year and study hard together! The 'WAR' starts now, please don't lose to anyone else. ”

The homeroom teacher concluded the speech, Kirishima bowed and returned to her seat.

Oh no, I should hurry to my classroom.

I quickly walked along the corridors at a very fast pace.

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I stood below the sign with 'Year 2 Class F' written on it, and hesitated.

Would being late to class give my classmates a bad impression?

Was anyone in the classroom disgusting, scary or hard to deal with?

What kind of comrades will I have for the rest of the year? The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became.

“Well, maybe I just worry too much.”

It was just being late; there was nothing to worry about.

Come to think of it, we were classmates; there was nothing to be afraid of! Maybe they would start to worry about me, if I was late because I wasn't feeling well (actually, it was because I overslept).

Calm down, there was nothing to worry about. I needed to trust the comrades whom I would have to work together with from now on.

After I made up my mind, I pushed the door open and greeted the classmates in the room with my most sincere voice.

“Sorry I'm late ♪.”

“Hurry up and sit down, you idiot!”

My perfect image was ruined!

“Didn't you hear what I just said?”

Come to think of it, this person was being rude. Being a teacher doesn't grant you the right to speak like this.

I glared fiercely at the guy who was standing on the podium.

He was unexpectedly tall, probably close to 180 cm! His body was slim but not thin, which made him look like a ruthless boxer. Slowly looking up, I saw a pair of eyes filled with willpower, a wild looking, handsome face, and short hair on his head that looked like a '''mane.'''

“Yuuji, what the hell are you doing?”

This guy was not a teacher; he was my so-called friend, Sakamoto Yuuji.

“Because the teacher's late, I'm taking his place.”

“You are replacing the teacher? You? Why?”

“Somehow, my score is the highest in Class F.”

“So that makes you the class leader?”

“That's right.”

Yuuji cunningly smiled. After listening to what he said, I smiled as well. In other words, if I could take care of Yuuji, no one could stop me from doing anything in this class.

“Therefore, everyone in this class is my subordinate.”

Yuuji proudly overlooked the classmates who were sitting on the ground.

<nowiki>----</nowiki>Yes, everyone was sitting on the ground.

Why? The answer is simple, there were no chairs.

“On the other hand ... This classroom really befits the name Class F.”

I should find a place and sit down first.

“Sorry, please let me through.”

Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind me.

A stupid looking old man, dressed in a wrinkled shirt with untidy hair is standing there.

“It is homeroom meeting now; can I put a chair there?”

Since he didn't wear an uniform, and looked far from being a teenager, I thought he might be our homeroom teacher.

“Roger that.”

“Okay.”

Yuuji and I answered him separately and returned to our seats.

The teacher waited until we were seated, then stood on the podium and spoke slowly:

“Good morning everyone, my name is Fujihara Shin; I will be the homeroom teacher for Year 2 Class F. Nice to meet you.”

Fujihara sensei originally planned to write his name on the dirty board, but he wasn't able to. Oh my god! The school didn't provide chalk?

“Does everyone have a Japanese-styled table and a cushion? Please raise your hand if you don't have one.” 

There were around fifty students squeezing in this small little classroom, without writing tables. There were only tatamis, Japanese-styled tables and cushions. What new and luxorious facilities! I had known about this since my first year, but seeing it firsthand still shocked me.

“Sensei-----My cushion doesn't have any cotton in it.”

There were a number of students who complained about the faulty equipment.

“I see. Bear with it.”

“Sensei, the leg of my table is broken.”

“Did they give you some glue? Glue it yourself later.”

“Sensei, cold air is blowing in from the broken window..”

“I see. I'll report it to the school and request for plastic bags and tape to repair it.”

In the corner of the room, there were spiders freely making webs, and there wasn't a single spot on the wall that was clean or without graffiti. This is terrible, is this an abandoned house?

“If you need anything else, try to take care of it yourself...”

There was a smell of mildew filling up the classroom; it must be coming from below these old tatamis.

“Let's begin the self-introductions! We will start from the person sitting beside the corridor.”

When Fujihara sensei finished his speech, one of the students in the circle stood up and started to introduce himself.

“My name is Kinoshita Hideyoshi, a member of the drama club.”

It was Hideyoshi speaking.

He had a unique way of talking. With a slim body and loosely tied shoulder-length hair, at a glance ----- No, even when I looked at him carefully, his cuteness could easily make me, someone who knew him, think that he was a girl. That's right, that was Kinoshita Hideyoshi, my classmate from last year.

On the other hand, if he dressed up in a female uniform and changed his way of speaking, he would definitely be treated like a girl. This could happen easily in a class filled with smelly guys like this.

“So then, nice to see you.”

Hideyoshi smiled subtly, and ended his self-introduction. So... so CUTE! Wait a second, Yoshii Akihisa, don't fall for it! He's a guy!

“Tsuchiya Kouta…”

I was still mumbling the warning I had to give myself numerous times last year, when the next student had already started his self-introduction.

Who was it? Ah, I knew this guy as well.

He was still as reticent as usual. He didn't have a huge body, but you could see that he was good in sports from the muscles he had. I didn't know why he was so shy. Was it because he didn't want to stand out too much and get into trouble? Well, there were all sorts of people in the world.

But I still don't see a single girl in this class! What's going on?

“...is my name. I grew up overseas. Although I can speak Japanese, reading is still a bit hard for me.”

While I was thinking, another introduction began.

“My English is very poor because I grew up in Germany. My hobby is ---”

OH! It was a girl this time; it was a precious treasure to the whole class. Finally, at least there was one girl in the class.

“My hobby is beating Yoshii Akihisa ☆.”

Who was it? Who had this special, extreme, and dangerous hobby?

“Hello---”

The person who was smiling and waving at me is---

“Ah, Shi---Shimada, it is you!”

“Yoshii, nice to see you again this year”

Another person I knew, and my natural enemy from last year---Shimada Minami.

Why? Why were so many people I knew in the same class as me? Wasn't it strange? Was this an example of, "Birds of feathers flock together?" I couldn't believe I was actually in the same level as these people!

“Nice to see you.”

Okay, it seemed the person in front of me had just finished, and now it was my turn.

I took a breath and rose up from the ground.

Let's start my self-introduction! The first impression was very important. In order to make a lot of good friends, I made sure to stress that I was a positive and optimistic person.

Suddenly, an idea ran through my mind. I decided to use a relaxing joke to start my speech. I tried my best to speak in a funny way, and started my self-introduction.

“Er, my name is Yoshii Akihisa; feel free to call me 'Darling.'” 

<big>'''“DAR--LING!”'''</big>

The chorus of rough voices was more disgusting than I could ever imagine.

“Sorry, I take back what I said! Nice to see you.”

Although I had a fake smile on my face and returned to my seat, I still felt like I was going to vomit. I never imagined that they would really call me that. Class F was really horrible.

Because of my feelings, the self-introductions never seemed to end.

Just when I nearly fell asleep from the monotonous introductions and names, someone opened the door. A girl stood at the entrance, putting her hand on her chest trying to catch her breath.

“I, I am sorry...I am la..late.”

“What?”

Everyone shouted, but this was expected. When something like this happens, anyone would be shocked.

“Actually, you're coming at just the right time. We are introducing ourselves now. Please introduce yourself to the class, Himeji.”

“O..OK! My name is Himeji Mizuki, nice to meet you....”

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Himeji used a voice even smaller than her petite body.

Her skin was as white as new snow. The long and soft hair at her back showed the gentle nature of the owner. With her cute appearance, she truly stood out in a class filled with guys.

However, her beautiful outlook was not why everyone was shocked.

“I have a question!”

One of the guys who had already introduced himself raised his right hand.

“Ah, ye...yes, what is your question?”

Being questioned immediately after stepping into the class room, Himeji couldn't hide her suprise and nervousness, but her actions were reminiscent of a cute little animal. It was so cute.

“Why are you here?”

What an impolite first question.

But this was the same question everyone in the class wanted to ask.

Her cute outlook did attract attention, but more importantly her marks were very high. She had the second highest score on the enrollment examination, and she was always among the top ten.

A good student like her shouldn't be in Class F. No matter whom you ask, the answer would be that she belongs in Class A.

“About this...”

With a nervous look on her face, her body stiffened up, and she said:

“I had a fever during the class division examination...”

After hearing that, the entire class nodded as if to say “So that's why.”

Leaving in the middle of the exam would result in a failing grade. In other words, she didn't finish the class division examination last year, so she was allocated to Class F.

Listening to Himeji's answer, many people in the class started to say their own excuses.

“Now that I think of it, I am allocated to Class F because of '''fever''' as well.”

“Yeah, it was chemistry, right? That was hard.”

“I didn't do well because I heard that my brother was involved in an accident.”

“Shut up, you singleton.”

“My girlfriend didn't let me sleep the night before examination.”

“Yeah, right. That's the biggest lie I ever heard.”

These guys were more idiotic than I could imagine.

“Nice... nice to see you.”

During the noisy discussion, she ran to the space beside Yuuji and I.  I never thought that I would be in the same class as her, never mind sit next to her. To be honest, my heart was beating wildly. She was really very cute, and it made me think that welcoming her in a lousy classroom like this should be a serious crime.

“I am so scared...”

Himeji sighed and lay on the table when she got to her seat.

Great! Since we were sitting so close together, this was a great chance to talk! Our love would start from this incident, and eventually we would become destined lovers. That's right; this first sentence would be the key to the door of our happiness and future together.

“Hime... ...”

“Himeji.”

Yuuji, who was sitting beside me, spoke and rose his voice over mine. Damn you Yuuji! My future plan “From classmates to the red carpet of marriage---Our springtime meeting---Six hundred and fifty four episodes” ended without playing more than two minutes! What am I supposed to show the audience for the next six hundred fifty three hours and fifty eight minutes!?

“Y... Yes? Is anything wrong?”

Himeji looked at Yuuji, panicked, and carefully straighten out her skirt. Was it because sitting on cushion could easily wrinkle it?

“My name is Sakamoto, Sakamoto Yuuji, nice to meet you.”

“Ah, my name is Himeji, nice to meet you.”

She bowed her head deeply and gave a salute greeting. Her family education must had been very good.

“Well are you still feeling sick?”

“I would like to know too.”

I unwittingly cut into the conversation. I was sitting beside her during the class division examination, she didn't look too well at the time. I wondered if she felt better now.

“Yo... Yoshii?”

Himeji was shocked when she saw my face. Did you have to be so shocked like that? Was I that ugly? No way, this was impo----

“Himeji, sorry that Akihisa's ugly face scares you.”

What? What was going on here? Maybe Yuuji was trying to cover up for me, but he was only making it worse.

“That... That's not true! You see, my eyes are filled with energy, my face is slim and beautiful, I am not ugly at all! Actually I...”

“Now that you mention it, your face doesn't look bad at all! Actually, I know someone who's interested in you!”

What? I'd never imagined that Yuuji would have such good information. I needed to confirm this.

“Eh? Who is ...”

“Who... Who is it?”

Himeji's voice covered my voice. Well, it didn't really matter since we were asking the same question. It seemed like girls in this age were interested in topics like this.

“I remember. The name is Kubo---”

Kubo? Who was the girl with the surname Kubo?

“Toshimitu, I think!”

Kubo Toshimitu --> ♂ (Sex/MALE)

“......”

“Akihisa, are you crying secretly?”

I was stained now; I couldn't be a bridegroom anymore.

“Don't worry, half of that was a joke.”

“What? What about the other half?”

“Oh right, Himeji, are you feeling well?”

“I am fine now.”

“Yuuji, what about the other half?”

Since Yuuji was ignoring me, I raised my voice to catch his attention.

“You over there, silence.”

The teacher knocked the table a few times, the knocking sound served as a warning.

“Sorry---”

(Crashing sound)

Suddenly, the teacher's wooden table collapsed into wood chips. The table couldn't even take a few knocks, how bad did we have it here?

“....I'll get a new table to replace it. Please be patient.”

The teacher felt embarrassed and quickly stepped out of the classroom.

Once again I realized how lousy our equipment was.

“Ah ha ha...”

Himeji had a forced smile on her face.

Looking at her like this reminded me that people like Yuuji and I deserved to study in a classroom like this, but it must be hard for a student like her.

Well, it was our own fault for not performing well in the examination. Being able to take care of our own health was a kind of a strength as well. But being allocated to Class F just because of leaving the exam due to a fever was ridiculous. They should have at least given her another chance.

The anger towards the unfairness of the class division examination swirled up inside me. If that's the case, we should try our best in getting some better equipment for her.

I talked to the class leader who was yawning at the moment: “Yuuji, come here.”

“What do you want?”

“We can't talk here, let's go to the corridor.”

“Fine by me.”

I stood up and walked towards the corridor. At that time, Himeji and I somehow made eye contact.

“Well, what's up?”

It was homeroom meeting now and no one was in the corridor, so we could speak freely.

“About this classroom...”

Of course I meant this one.

“The class F classroom? It's worse than what I imagined.”

“You also think so, right?” 

“Of course.”

“Have you looked at Class A's equipment?”

“Yeah, it's so different from ours. I've never seen a classroom like that before.”

On one side was a classroom with a blackboard full of cracks, without even any chalk to write on it with. On the other side was a classroom with an expensive plasma TV. Nobody can accept a difference in treatment like this, right?

“I have an idea. Since we are second years now, let's have a 'Test Summoning War!'”

“A war?”

“Yes, and the enemy is Class A.”

“Why?”

Suddenly, Yuuji looked at me with wariness.

“Nothing special, it is just that our classroom is really lousy.”

“Don't lie to me. A person like you, who has no interest in studying, now wants to have a war over the equipment? We'd be more likely to win the lottery.”

Damn! His sixth sense was still as good as ever.

“No... No, that's not right! If I didn't want to study, I wouldn't have chosen this school---”

“You chose this school because it's cheap and has a good reputation in universities, right?"

No! I explained my reason to him before.

“Ah---That's----It's because....”

What should I do? I couldn't think of anything better.

“It's because of Himeji, right?”

Shock!

Since my real intention was actually for him to see through me, I unwittingly straightened my back.

“How... How do you know that?”

“You're so simple! I just tested you a bit, and you gave it away yourself.”

The wary looking eyes disappeared, replaced by Yuuji's smile. I was cheated!

“That's not the only reason---”

“Yeah yeah, you don't have to explain anymore, I totally understand.”

“I just told you, it's not what you think!”

Damn! I couldn't even communicate with this guy.

“Don't worry; even if you hadn't suggested it, I had already planned to declare war against Class A.”

“Huh? Why? Yuuji, you're not studying either, are you?”

That's why he didn't care about the class equipment.

“I just want to prove that marks don't mean everything.” 

“?”

“I even came up with a plan to defeat Class A----Oh, the teacher's back! Let's get into the classroom.”

Yuuji urged me to get in the classroom.

“Let's continue with the self-introductions.”

After bringing in the new table (this one was lousy too), the homeroom meeting continued.

“My name is Sugawa Ryou. My hobby is---”

The monotonous introductions continued as usual.

“Sakamoto, you're the last.”

“Roger.”

Yuuji answered the teacher's call and rose up from the seat.

He kept his usual kidding mode and walked slowly towards the podium, with the dignity of class leader.

“Sakamoto is the class leader for Class F, right?”

Facing Fukuhara sensei's question, Yuuji replied with a nod.

It was the perfect match, the worst class leader for the worst class. Instead of saying it's an honor, it might actually be a shame.

But Yuuji didn't think like that. He stood confidently on the podium and looked down at us.

“I am the class leader of Class F, Sakamoto Yuuji. You can either call me Sakamoto, or class leader.”

Most of the students in the class didn't really care about who he was, since he was only the least idiotic of the idiots in Class F. Most thought it was like the pot calling the kettle black.

“Now, I have a question for everyone.”

He looked into everyone's eyes, and spoke slowly.

Maybe it was because he got the timing right, everyone was looking at him now.

When he confirmed that he had everyone's attention, he moved his eyes to every corner of the classroom.

A classroom with the smell of mildew.

Old and dirty cushions.

Japanese tables with dirt left from sweats.

We followed his sight, looking at these one by one.

“Class A not only has air-conditioners, it also has adjustable chairs.”

He took a deep breath, and calmly said:

“Are you dissatisfied?”

<big>'''“Of course!”'''</big>

The cries from the souls of every member in class F rang through the corridor.

“Aren't you? Even I am dissatisfied with the current situation. As the class leader, I can see a big problem in here.”

“That's right!”

“No matter how cheap the school fee is, it is unthinkable to let us use such equipment! We must tell the school to improve it!”

“We pay the same fee as Class A, but the treatment is too different!”

Complains were coming from everywhere in the class.

“You are right. Therefore...”

Satisfied with the reaction of the classmates, Yuuji showed a fearless smile on his face.

“As a class leader, I have a suggestion.”

Showing his tiger-tooth to his fellow comrades, he stated:

“I plan to declare a 'Test Summoning War' against Class A.”

Class F leader, Sakamoto Yuuji, had ignited the flame of war.

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Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The First Question

2008-12-08T05:38:27Z

Chickenwing71x: Changed teacher's sarcastic comment at end

“Eh---”

“What's wrong?”

“What Yuuji said just now, it's the Taika Reform, right?”

“You're a third year now, and you still don't know this? Shouko, you really are stupid.”

“We haven't been taught about that part yet, Yuuji you're just too smart.”

“It's easy to memorize, just remember: the 'Accident Free Reform'”

“Accident Free?”

“It's because no accidents occurred during the Taika Reform; make sure you remember that.”

“Okay.”

“It happened in the year 625[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_1].”

“Alright, I memorized it.”

“Good, make sure you remember.”

“Don't worry, I won't forget.”

===First Question===

Please answer the following questions:

When manufacturing a frying pan, magnesium is used as the raw material to reduce the weight of the pan. However, an accident occurs when it is used in cooking. Describe what happens, and name an alloy that could be used to replace magnesium.

Mizuki Himeji's Answer

“Using a flame to heat up magnesium will cause a violent chemical reaction, in which the magnesium catches fire; aluminum may be used to replace magnesium.”

Teacher's Comment:

Correct. The question asks for an alloy, so you can't answer “iron”. You weren't tricked.

Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer

“Because the gas bill wasn't paid.”

Teacher's Comment:

That is not the point of this question.

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Akihisa Yoshii's Answer

“An alloy made in the future can be used (Because it is very hard).”

Teacher's Comment:

Even if it is very hard, you can't find it now, can you?

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We were welcoming the arrival of the second spring since we started at Fumitsuki Gakuen.

To welcome new students, both sides of the slope leading to the school building were filled with dazzling, flowering cherry blossoms. Even though I was not an elegant person who could appreciate flowers, I couldn't stop myself from being attracted to the beautiful scenery before me.

However, it was only for a very short time.

My mind was filled with thoughts of spring, not of cherry blossoms, but of the new classroom and students who will be with me throughout the year. In another words, it was all about my new class after the class divisions.

“Yoshii, you're late.”

In front of the entrance, a strong low voice called me. I turned my head and looked towards the source. An athletic man with light dark skin and short hair was standing there.

“Ah, Iron... no, Nishimura-sensei[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_1]. good morning!”

“You almost called me 'Iron Man' just now, didn't you?”

“Ha ha, you're thinking too much.”

“Oh, am I?”

That was close; I nearly called him "Iron Man," just like before.

By the way, Nishimura-sensei got his nickname "Iron Man" was because of his hobby of entering triathlons. Of course, his habit of wearing short sleeves during winter also contributed to the name.

“A normal person shouldn't say 'good morning' in this situation!”

“Ah, I am sorry. Err...Your skin is very dark today as well.”

“What! Is my skin color more important than you being late for school?”

“I see, you're talking about that... Sorry I'm late.”

“You... you just never learn your lesson.”

He sighed and mumbled. From what he said, you would think I was usually late for school.

“Sir, I'm not usually late for school, am I?”

Nishimura-sensei was our homeroom teacher last year, so he should know that I was very punctual.

“Forget it, just take this.”

He took an envelope out of a box and handed it over to me. My name, “Akihisa Yoshii”, was clearly written on it.

“Ah, thank you.”

I simply nodded and took the envelope.

“But why does the school need to post the class divisions in such a troublesome way? Isn't posting it on the announcement board a better idea?”

Putting the results into individual envelopes, and handing them out one by one seemed very inconvenient.

“It is troublesome, but our school uses the most advanced system in the world, and this is required for it.”

“I see.”

I answered him and tried to open the envelope. Which class would I be placed in? I started to get a little nervous.

Here at Fumitsuki Gakuen, starting from second year, students are allocated into different classes, from Class A to Class F, depending on the class division examinations. To put it simply, geniuses would study in Class A, and idiots would study in Class F, with everyone else in between. You would know how smart someone is just by knowing his or her class placement. To protect my pride, I must not be placed into Class F.

“Yoshii, to tell you the truth...”

“What?”

The envelope was glued shut, and I was still working on opening it.

“After observing you, I've been wondering: 'Could it be that Yoshii is an idiot?'.”

“Sir, you can't be serious. If you are, you should change your nickname to 'Moron'.”

It's not that I was overconfident. Though I didn't work very hard, I still did pretty well in the class division examination last year. I assumed that when he saw my results he would immediately change his opinion.

“Have you seen my results? I feel pretty good about it.”

“I do hope I was wrong...”

I gave up on opening it neatly, so after it was opened with a smooth tearing sound, I found a folded piece of paper inside.

Which class will I be in? Is it Class D? Maybe Class C?

"Don't worry. Where you're going, I think you'll fit right in."

As I unfolded the paper, I read the all-important result:

“Akihisa Yoshii... ... ... Class F”

“You really are an idiot.”

And so, my sorrowful school life began.

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Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The Third Question

2008-12-08T04:20:58Z

Chickenwing71x: colour --> color

===Third Question===

'''Please translate the following sentence into Japanese''':

"This is the bookshelf that my grandmother had used regularly."

'''Himeji Mizuki's Answer'''

"これは私の祖母が愛用していた本棚です." (This is the bookshelf that my grandmother had used regularly)

'''Teacher's Comment:'''

Correct. You must be working very hard!

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'''Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer'''

"これは" (This)

'''Teacher's Comment:'''

You only know how to translate "This"?

'''Akihisa Yoshii's Answer'''

“☆●◆∇┐♪*×”

'''Teacher's Comment:'''

Please use a human language to answer the question.

Declare a war against Class A.

This suggestion sounded too unrealistic for Class F.

“It's impossible to win!”

“I don't want to get even worse facilities.”

“I'm satisfied as long as Himeji is here.”

Cries like this were filling up the room.

Well, even a blind man could see the difference in fighting ability between Class A and Class F.

It had been four years since Fumitsuki Gakkuen adopted an examination system without scores limited to 100.
Under this system, students could answer as many question as they could in an hour. As a result, there was no limit to how high a student could score. The score could increase indefinitely, limited only by the student's intelligence.

Besides that, there was a 'Syokanju[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_3] Summoning System' which was accidentally created by combining science and supernatural power. Under teachers' supervision, students could summon their syokanju with the power equal to their results  and fight against each other.

The overall average score now is fairly low, and this was the latest system invented to encourage the students to study. With this system as the core, students are allowed to have an inter-class wars, called 'Test Summoning Wars,' in which the student's syokanjus fight against each other.

The result of the test is very important in the war. And the difference in result between Class A and Class F is huge. If we fought head on, one student from Class A could probably have beaten three students from Class F at the same time. Actually, if the student was good enough, he or she might be able to take four or five of us out at the same time.

“We will win for sure. No, I'll show you that we'll win.”

Knowing that the difference in our fighting ability was huge, Yuuji still confidently declared that we would win.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“That's impossible, right?”

“What make you so sure about this?”

Objections came from every corner of the room.

Well, no matter how you look at it, this was not a winnable war. I still couldn't deny it, even though I promised Yuuji to start the war together. Even if it's impossible, I still won't give up!

“Of course, I have my theory. We have some strong factors that will help us win.”

The whole class raged after Yuuji said that.

Was it possible that we could win? Even though we were Class F, the worst class in Year 2?

“Let me explain it.”

My bad friend stood on the podium and showed a daring smile on his face; overlooked us from above the ground. 

“Kouta, stop leaning on the tatami and peeping at Himeji's underwear. Come here for a while.”

“!(shook his head)”

“What!”

Tsuchiya Kouta desperately shook both his head and hands, trying to show that he didn't commit such a crime.
Himeji pressed down her skirt and hid; the boy covered the mark the tatami left on his face, and walked towards the podium.
He was simply amazing. He was the only person who dared to be that shameless, and use such an inappropriate pose to peep at a girl's underwear; he is much braver than someone like me, who could only think of using a small mirror to peep.

“Tsuchiya Kouta. This guy is the famous 'Silent Pervert'.”

“!(fiercely shaking his head)”

Tsuchiya Kouta might not be well known by name, but the name 'Silent Pervert' was different. This name was respected and feared by the male students; despised and disdained by the female students.

“He is THE silent pervert...”

“How's that possible? The silent pervert looks like THIS?”

“But there's the evidence. He was brazenly peeping!”

“Well, he does live up to his name!”

With a sorrowful look, he was hiding the mark the tatami left on his face using his hand. I heard he would never admit what he does under any circumstance. Well, one eyewitness was better than ten hearsays.

“?”

Himeji looked like she had a lot of question marks above her head.

Could it be that she didn't know where the nickname 'Silent Pervert' came from? Should I explain it to her?

“Himeji need not be forgotten. Everyone should know how good she is.”

“Yes? Are you talking about me?”

“Yeah, you're the main force; I'm looking forward to your performance!”

If we were really going to start the Test Summoning War, I thought noone would be more trustworthy than her.

“You're right, we have Himeji on our side!”

“If she's here, we won't lose to those nerds from Class A.”

“Nothing matters as long as she's here.”

Who was it? Who was the person that kept sending love messages to Himeji?

“We also have Kinoshita Hideyoshi.”

Kinoshita Hideyoshi, although his scores weren't outstanding, was still famous for being the star of drama club, having a twin sister, etc.

“Oooo....”

“He's Kinoshita Yuuko's ...”

“Of course I'll give it my best shot.”

“I know you're a guy who means what he says.”

“Wasn't Sakamoto called 'Whiz Kid' when he was in primary school?”

“Does that means he wasn't feeling well during the division examination, like Himeji?”

“Then we have two people with Class A ability in our class.”

We might be able to win! Especially with this kind of atmosphere!.
That's right; somehow the morale of the class skyrocketed.

“Also, we have Yoshii Akihisa.”

Total silence.

Then the morale dramatically dropped.

What! Was my name so destructive? Why did he bring it up!

“Wait a second, Yuuji! Why do you want to mention my name now! There is no need for it!”

“Yoshii Akihisa? Who is it?”

“Never heard of it.”

“You see! The great morale is gone. I'm not like Yuuji and the others, I'm just a normal peasant. Please treat me normally---Wait, why the staring? It's not my fault the morale dropped!”

(Sigh) Even if someone in the class had heard of me, it wouldn't be anything good anyway. Since no one knew about me in the first place, I didn't have to purposely make things worse.

“If you don't know, then let me tell you! His title is the ‘Kansatsu Shobunsha’[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_3].”

Oh no, he said it.

“Isn't it another word for idiot?”
Someone in the class gave a fatal opinion.

“N... No! That's just a small nickname for a sixteen year old mischievous teenager.”

“Yes, it is another word for idiot.”

“Can you please not agree so surely, Yuuji, you idiot!”

"Kansatsu Shobunsha" was a punishment given to students who had a problem studying. I was one of them. But it was only because I wasn't good at it!

“Excuse me; might you tell me what it means exactly?”
Himeji leaned her head one side, and it looked like she was confused. Since she was a student who always stood at the top of the pyramid, it was reasonable that she was unfamiliar with the title.

“Simply put, it's a student who does odd jobs for the teacher. Their syokanju have the privilege to touch physical objects, and can help out with work.”

That was right; normally a syokanju could not touch any normal objects. All they could touch or interact with were the other syokanjus. They were like phantoms. The floor in the school had been specially made so the syokanju could stand on it.
But my syokanju was different. Just like Yuuji said, it was a special one that could touch physical objects.

“Oh I see, that's magnificent! I heard that the syokanjus aren't only cute, but have incredible powers. Being able to touch normal objects is pretty convenient.”
Himeji gazed at me with sparkling eyes filled with admiration and respect; to tell the truth, it made me itchy and uncomfortable.

“Ha ha, that's nothing special!”
I just waved it off.

Actually, this really was nothing special. If I could order my syokanju freely, it would be a wonderfully useful ability. Even a relatively weak syokanju, summoned by someone with a low score like mine, had much more power than a human could dream of. Crushing a rock is as simple as ABC.
Sadly though, I was never able to benefit from it; if anything, it caused the opposite result.
The syokanju could only be used under a teacher's supervision. Teachers would only allow me to summon it when they needed it for heavy work. That was the truth. And to me, there was no benefit at all. Since it is only under a teacher's supervision, I almost never get the chance to use it for my own purpose.

Besides, the syokanju's health and energy is directly connected to mine. For example, if my syokanju carried a heavy object and ran around in the school; I would be tired. If the heavy object dropped onto my syokanju's leg while working, I would feel the pain. Not only was I denied use of it for personal advantage, the pain from it's work was transferred to me. It was just plain punishment.

Therefore, being a 'Kansatsu Shobunsha' was nothing to be proud of, and made nothing more convenient. It was only punishment for students who had bad marks and lacked the will to study. This is why it is synonymous with 'idiot'..

“Wait a minute, since he is the 'Kansatsu Shobunsha,' then, if he was beaten in the war, he would suffer as well, right?”

“That's right! We would instantly lose a man.”

They found out. This was why I want to avoid fighting. If my syokanju was beaten, I would feel the pain with it!

“Don't worry about it. A worthless lowlife like him is no more a liability than he is an asset.”

“Yuuji, that does not help at all.”

“Anyway, to show our strength, I plan to conquer Class D first.”

“What! You can't just ignore me like that!”
We were standing so close together, but my hatred just couldn't get through!

“Everyone is dissatisfied with the current situation, right?”

“What we want is the systematic tables and chairs from Class A, not the Japanese style tables!”

“Of course!”

“Then everyone take your pen in your hand, we are preparing for battle!”

“Ooo----”

“Oo,oo...”

Affected by the astonishing momentum in the class, Himeji also raised her small fist. I felt the need to protect her, but in the end she will probably be the one to protect me.

“Akihisa, declare war to Class D. You must succeed, even at the cost of your life.”
Such determination! If it was so important, why shouldn't he do it himself?

“Won't they beat on the lower class's messenger?”

“Don't worry, they won't hurt you. Just act like you were forced to go.”

“Really?”

“Of course! Who do you think I am?”
A definitive response with no chance for rebuttle.

It must be true. Although Yuuji loved to joke around, he was not at all a liar.

“Don't worry. Trust me, I would never lie to a friend.”
An encouraging sentiment.
I still thought he was up to something, but I just had to do it. I had no other choice.

“OK, leave it to me.”

“I'm counting on you.”

The class sent me off with cheering and applause. I left the classroom and headed toward Class D with a solemn and stirring atmosphere.

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“I was tricked!”

I escaped into the corridor and ran for my life. I finally dove, rolled, and crawled back into the classroom.
I, I was nearly killed! Those bastards in Class D! If they caught me they would have killed me! I collapsed on the ground out of breath and glared at Yuuji.

“It's just as I thought.”

How can you say it so calmly? You bastard, I'll rip you to pieces!

“What do you mean 'just as I thought'?! You knew that this would happen!”

“Of course. How else could I be class leader?”

“At least feel guilty about it!”
Even though I have known him since last spring, there are some things about him I just don't understand.

“Yoshii, are you alright?”
Himeji ran to me when she saw my tattered clothes.

“Yeah, I'm fine; just a few scrapes and bruises.”

Shimada came too. The care of my classmates helped take the edge off the immense pain.

“I see, that's good ...... There are still places that I can punch.”

“Ahh! Give me a break! I'm dying!”

I held my hand to my chest and rolled around in agony. Even if she is a girl, Shimada can't be taken lightly.

“Don't bother with him, we're having a meeting now.”

Yuuji opened the door and walked out of the room, he must have been looking for a room to have his meeting in. Shouldn't you at least show some concern for your friend? Come to think of it, was Yuuji really a friend? This isn't the first time I wondered, I probably think about it once every day.

“Let me know if it's still painful later on.”
Himeji said and quickly followed behind Yuuji.

“It still hurts?”
A guy with a petite body, like that of a young girl----Hideyoshi, tapped on my shoulder and walked out.

“.....(walking sound)”

The Silent Pervert rubbed his face and walked towards me.

“Hey, Silent Pervert, has your mark from the tatami gone away?”

“....(shakes head)”

“Don't bother denying, I know you're him.”

“....(shakes head again)”

“In one sense, it's pretty impressive that you can still deny it.”

“....(shakes head again)”

“What color were they?”

“....(shakes head again)”

“Sky blue.”

He answered instantly.

“Silent Pervert, you sure do live up to your name.”

“....(shakes head again)”

Just when I was having a nice chat with the class pervert---

“Yoshii, you need to come too.”

Shimada forcefully grabbed my wrist and dragged me out.
And here I was thinking I'd have a chance to be lazy...

“Yes, yes, yes”

“Once is enough.”

“Yes madam.”

“One day I will ''Das Brechen'' you, how should I say it in Japanese?”
Shimada's mouth suddenly slowed down.

What was ''Das Brechen?'' I think that's German, right?

“...break”

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The Silent Pervert's voice came from nearby.

“That's right. I need to break you in.”

“Break me in? Shouldn't you use words like 'train' or 'tutor?'”  

“Then I'll pick the one in the middle, and use ''Züchtigung'' instead.”

“... I don't know what it means.”

“In Japanese, I think it should be... 'Torture?'”

“That's even worse.”

“Is it?”
Why does she only know words like these, and no normal ones?

“By the way, Silent Pervert. Why do you know the phrase 'break in' in German?”

“... learnt from normal life and moral principles.”

What kind of moral principles does someone like you have? Which principals made you learn words like 'torture'?

“Silent pervert, you never change! Your brain is rich in knowledge of sex, but poor in everything else.”

“....(kept shaking his head)”

We continued our useless discussion as we walked around the school. Yuuji who was walking in front of the team had already reached the top floor. He opened the door and went out under the sun.

The sun was dazzling, shining bright in a clear cloudless sky.

The blinding sunlight and wind in spring made everyone but the silent pervert cover their eyes. The silent pervert didn't need to because he was busy staring at Himeji's skirt being blown by the wind.

“Akihisa, you did declare war, right?”

Yuuji sat on the stairs in front of the iron fence.

“I essentially told them we would attack this afternoon.”

“So shouldn't we at least have lunch first?”

“That's right. Akihisa, can you please eat something normal this afternoon?”

“If you really care, then please treat me to some bread.”

I was someone who could never put anything in my stomach. Nothing except feeling, of course. 

“Huh? Yoshii never eats lunch?”

Himeji looked at me in disbelief. Her life must be regular and scheduled. And it seems that she grew up well because of that.

“Of course I'll eat lunch!”

“Does that count as actually eating something though?”

Yuuji cut into the conversation.

“What are you trying to say?”

“Well, I mean, isn't your main food-----just salt and water?”

Yuuji sounded sorrowful and sympathetic.

That was so rude. I can only take so many insults!

“I eat sugar too!”

“Yoshii. 'Eat' doesn't really apply to water and sugar.”

“That's right. You should say 'lick' instead.”

Everyone was looking at me with a strange kindness, but it didn't make me feel good.

“You should have planned ahead of time and saved some money for food. Serves you right!”

“That's because I- I barely have enough for living expenses!”

Actually, my parents were working overseas, so I was living alone. Of course they sent money every month.... I just spent most of it on games and manga. Hobbies are expensive!

“Well, if you don't mind, let me make lunch for you.”

“Eh?”

The gentle words came so suddenly and I couldn't help thinking that I heard something wrong.

Lunch? From a girl? Handmade?

“Really? I haven't eaten anything but salt and sugar for the longest time.”

“Sure. If you don't mind, I will start tomorrow.”

“That's great Akihisa. A handmade lunch with love, right?”

“Yeah!”

In a situation like this, I needed to honestly show her that I was glad. Even if Yuuji's teasing was unpleasant.

“.....Haha. Mizuki, you're so nice, making lunch ONLY for Akihisa.”

I wasn't sure why Shimada used a bored voice and said something spiteful like that. What if Himeji said, “I won't do it then,” or something like that. How were you going to compensate me?

“Ah, no! Actually, I can make one for everyone...”

“We can have it as well? Really?”

“Yes, if you don't mind.”

Ooo, even Yuuji's getting one as well. She was too kind. However, I felt a bit dissappointed that I wouldn't be able to enjoy it alone.

“... (nod)”

“... Let me see how good you are at cooking!”

Now, including Himeji herself, she had to make six people's lunches. It must be tiring.

“Okay, then I will bring everyone's lunch to school.”

Even in situations like this, she never showed even a bit of unwillingness on her face.

“Himeji, that is so kind of you.”

This was coming from the bottom of my heart. It really was difficult to bring six lunches to school; I simply couldn't understand it.

What a selfless and attractive person she was!

“There, there's nothing like...”

“I'm saying this kind of late, but when I first saw you in class, I felt like I----”

“Oi, Akihisa, if you're dumped now, you won't have any lunch tomorrow.”

“---- have known you before”

I successfully avoided being dumped. Luckily I changed "fell in love with you" before I finished the sentence. My judgment was simply amazing.

“Akihisa, confessing when it is in your own best interest is something a typical pervert would do.” 

I hated my judgment now.

“Akihisa, sometimes you do things I could only imagine.”

“But... a lunch with love...”

But that was only to save myself from starvation. It was all because of poverty!

“Enough chit-chat; let's continue discussing the Test Summoning War!”

Oh, that's right. I had completely forgotten why we came here.

“Yuuji, I have a question. Why do we fight Class D? If we are fighting in order, our first target should be Class E. And if we want to fight once and for all, shouldn't we pick Class A?”

“Now that you mention it, you're completely right!”

“That's true, but I have a different plan.”

Yuuji boldly nodded his head.

“What plan?”

“Although my plan goes much deeper, the reason for not attacking Class E is simple. It's just not worth our time.”

“Huh? But they are at a higher rank than us, right?”

Since the class division was based on the result, then of course Class E would be better than us, Class F, right? Why did he say it was not worth our time fighting with them?

“Ha, that's true according to the class division examination results, but the actual situation is different. Have a look, who do you have around you?”

“Er....”

I did as Yuuji said, looked around at the people nearby. Hmm, who do we have here----

“Two beautiful girls, two idiots, and a silent pervert.”

“Who are these beautiful girls you're referring to?”

“What? Yuuji, you're reacting to mention of beautiful girls?”

“......(face getting red)”

“Silent pervert, not you as well? What should I do? I can't think for all of us.”

“Everyone, calm down! Just let the silent pervert endure it.”

“Thats- That's right.”

“Wait a minute. Before we continue this meeting, I want to protest that beautiful girls are affecting people's minds.”

“Anyway.”

Yuuji cleared his throat, and continued his explanation. Was he trying to ignore my existence?

“If Himeji can fight with us, Class E isn't a match for us, even head on in brute stregth. Since our final target is Class A, it is meaningless to waste our time fighting with Class E.”

“Then how about fighting Class D head on?”

“That is, we don't have a one hundred percent chance of winning.”

“If that's the case, we should target Class A from the beginning.”

My target was Class A, not Class D. My cause for the Test Summoning War is different than Yuuji's.

“That's because it's our first battle. You guys want to have a great fight, and grab everyone's attention, right? Furthermore, this is what we need to defeat Class A.”

This was the plan for winning against Class A? But Yuuji was still keeping the details to himself.

“Ex... Excuse me!”

It isn't often that Himeji speaks loudly. What was going on?

“Himeji? What's wrong?”

“Err, that... what you were talking about just now is the Test Summoning War that Yoshii and Sakamoto discussed earlier, right?”

“Oh, you're talking about that. Just now, Akihisa came to talk to me about how you---”

“So that means!”

To stop Yuuji continuing his needless speech, I purposely raised my voice.

“If we can't beat Class D, then what we said before is meaningless.”

Facing my doubt, Yuuji laughed out loud.

“With all of you helping, we can definitely beat them.”

Win against Class D? With our help? In the Test Summoning War?

This was a strange feeling.

These words gave us the encouragement to get our momentum going. Even though the situation looks hopeless, we felt revitalized and confident.

Yuuji's words seemed to have some kind of magical power.

“Great. It looks like it this going to get interesting!”

“Let's pull those Class A nerds back down to Earth!”

“....(praise)”

“I... I will try my best.”

Defeat Class A.

It might sound crazy; it might be a dream that would never come true.

But, if we never did anything, dreams never would come true.

Since we're all stuck in the same class together, it wasn't so bad to try and work for a common goal.

“Alright, let me explain the battle strategy!”

We stayed at the top floor, enjoyed the cozy wind, and listened to the strategy that would bring us to victory. 

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Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The Third Question

2008-12-07T05:48:07Z

Chickenwing71x:

===Third Question===

'''Please translate the following sentence into Japanese''':

"This is the bookshelf that my grandmother had used regularly."

'''Himeji Mizuki's Answer'''

"これは私の祖母が愛用していた本棚です." (This is the bookshelf that my grandmother had used regularly)

'''Teacher's Comment:'''

Correct. You must be working very hard!

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'''Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer'''

"これは" (This)

'''Teacher's Comment:'''

You only know how to translate "This"?

'''Akihisa Yoshii's Answer'''

“☆●◆∇┐♪*×”

'''Teacher's Comment:'''

Please use a human language to answer the question.

Declare a war against Class A.

This suggestion sounded too unrealistic for Class F.

“It's impossible to win!”

“I don't want to get even worse facilities.”

“I'm satisfied as long as Himeji is here.”

Cries like this were filling up the room.

Well, even a blind man could see the difference in fighting ability between Class A and Class F.

It had been four years since Fumitsuki Gakkuen adopted an examination system without scores limited to 100.
Under this system, students could answer as many question as they could in an hour. As a result, there was no limit to how high a student could score. The score could increase indefinitely, limited only by the student's intelligence.

Besides that, there was a 'Syokanju[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_3] Summoning System' which was accidentally created by combining science and supernatural power. Under teachers' supervision, students could summon their syokanju with the power equal to their results  and fight against each other.

The overall average score now is fairly low, and this was the latest system invented to encourage the students to study. With this system as the core, students are allowed to have an inter-class wars, called 'Test Summoning Wars,' in which the student's syokanjus fight against each other.

The result of the test is very important in the war. And the difference in result between Class A and Class F is huge. If we fought head on, one student from Class A could probably have beaten three students from Class F at the same time. Actually, if the student was good enough, he or she might be able to take four or five of us out at the same time.

“We will win for sure. No, I'll show you that we'll win.”

Knowing that the difference in our fighting ability was huge, Yuuji still confidently declared that we would win.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“That's impossible, right?”

“What make you so sure about this?”

Objections came from every corner of the room.

Well, no matter how you look at it, this was not a winnable war. I still couldn't deny it, even though I promised Yuuji to start the war together. Even if it's impossible, I still won't give up!

“Of course, I have my theory. We have some strong factors that will help us win.”

The whole class raged after Yuuji said that.

Was it possible that we could win? Even though we were Class F, the worst class in Year 2?

“Let me explain it.”

My bad friend stood on the podium and showed a daring smile on his face; overlooked us from above the ground. 

“Kouta, stop leaning on the tatami and peeping at Himeji's underwear. Come here for a while.”

“!(shook his head)”

“What!”

Tsuchiya Kouta desperately shook both his head and hands, trying to show that he didn't commit such a crime.
Himeji pressed down her skirt and hid; the boy covered the mark the tatami left on his face, and walked towards the podium.
He was simply amazing. He was the only person who dared to be that shameless, and use such an inappropriate pose to peep at a girl's underwear; he is much braver than someone like me, who could only think of using a small mirror to peep.

“Tsuchiya Kouta. This guy is the famous 'Silent Pervert'.”

“!(fiercely shaking his head)”

Tsuchiya Kouta might not be well known by name, but the name 'Silent Pervert' was different. This name was respected and feared by the male students; despised and disdained by the female students.

“He is THE silent pervert...”

“How's that possible? The silent pervert looks like THIS?”

“But there's the evidence. He was brazenly peeping!”

“Well, he does live up to his name!”

With a sorrowful look, he was hiding the mark the tatami left on his face using his hand. I heard he would never admit what he does under any circumstance. Well, one eyewitness was better than ten hearsays.

“?”

Himeji looked like she had a lot of question marks above her head.

Could it be that she didn't know where the nickname 'Silent Pervert' came from? Should I explain it to her?

“Himeji need not be forgotten. Everyone should know how good she is.”

“Yes? Are you talking about me?”

“Yeah, you're the main force; I'm looking forward to your performance!”

If we were really going to start the Test Summoning War, I thought noone would be more trustworthy than her.

“You're right, we have Himeji on our side!”

“If she's here, we won't lose to those nerds from Class A.”

“Nothing matters as long as she's here.”

Who was it? Who was the person that kept sending love messages to Himeji?

“We also have Kinoshita Hideyoshi.”

Kinoshita Hideyoshi, although his scores weren't outstanding, was still famous for being the star of drama club, having a twin sister, etc.

“Oooo....”

“He's Kinoshita Yuuko's ...”

“Of course I'll give it my best shot.”

“I know you're a guy who means what he says.”

“Wasn't Sakamoto called 'Whiz Kid' when he was in primary school?”

“Does that means he wasn't feeling well during the division examination, like Himeji?”

“Then we have two people with Class A ability in our class.”

We might be able to win! Especially with this kind of atmosphere!.
That's right; somehow the morale of the class skyrocketed.

“Also, we have Yoshii Akihisa.”

Total silence.

Then the morale dramatically dropped.

What! Was my name so destructive? Why did he bring it up!

“Wait a second, Yuuji! Why do you want to mention my name now! There is no need for it!”

“Yoshii Akihisa? Who is it?”

“Never heard of it.”

“You see! The great morale is gone. I'm not like Yuuji and the others, I'm just a normal peasant. Please treat me normally---Wait, why the staring? It's not my fault the morale dropped!”

(Sigh) Even if someone in the class had heard of me, it wouldn't be anything good anyway. Since no one knew about me in the first place, I didn't have to purposely make things worse.

“If you don't know, then let me tell you! His title is the ‘Kansatsu Shobunsha’[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_3].”

Oh no, he said it.

“Isn't it another word for idiot?”
Someone in the class gave a fatal opinion.

“N... No! That's just a small nickname for a sixteen year old mischievous teenager.”

“Yes, it is another word for idiot.”

“Can you please not agree so surely, Yuuji, you idiot!”

"Kansatsu Shobunsha" was a punishment given to students who had a problem studying. I was one of them. But it was only because I wasn't good at it!

“Excuse me; might you tell me what it means exactly?”
Himeji leaned her head one side, and it looked like she was confused. Since she was a student who always stood at the top of the pyramid, it was reasonable that she was unfamiliar with the title.

“Simply put, it's a student who does odd jobs for the teacher. Their syokanju have the privilege to touch physical objects, and can help out with work.”

That was right; normally a syokanju could not touch any normal objects. All they could touch or interact with were the other syokanjus. They were like phantoms. The floor in the school had been specially made so the syokanju could stand on it.
But my syokanju was different. Just like Yuuji said, it was a special one that could touch physical objects.

“Oh I see, that's magnificent! I heard that the syokanjus aren't only cute, but have incredible powers. Being able to touch normal objects is pretty convenient.”
Himeji gazed at me with sparkling eyes filled with admiration and respect; to tell the truth, it made me itchy and uncomfortable.

“Ha ha, that's nothing special!”
I just waved it off.

Actually, this really was nothing special. If I could order my syokanju freely, it would be a wonderfully useful ability. Even a relatively weak syokanju, summoned by someone with a low score like mine, had much more power than a human could dream of. Crushing a rock is as simple as ABC.
Sadly though, I was never able to benefit from it; if anything, it caused the opposite result.
The syokanju could only be used under a teacher's supervision. Teachers would only allow me to summon it when they needed it for heavy work. That was the truth. And to me, there was no benefit at all. Since it is only under a teacher's supervision, I almost never get the chance to use it for my own purpose.

Besides, the syokanju's health and energy is directly connected to mine. For example, if my syokanju carried a heavy object and ran around in the school; I would be tired. If the heavy object dropped onto my syokanju's leg while working, I would feel the pain. Not only was I denied use of it for personal advantage, the pain from it's work was transferred to me. It was just plain punishment.

Therefore, being a 'Kansatsu Shobunsha' was nothing to be proud of, and made nothing more convenient. It was only punishment for students who had bad marks and lacked the will to study. This is why it is synonymous with 'idiot'..

“Wait a minute, since he is the 'Kansatsu Shobunsha,' then, if he was beaten in the war, he would suffer as well, right?”

“That's right! We would instantly lose a man.”

They found out. This was why I want to avoid fighting. If my syokanju was beaten, I would feel the pain with it!

“Don't worry about it. A worthless lowlife like him is no more a liability than he is an asset.”

“Yuuji, that does not help at all.”

“Anyway, to show our strength, I plan to conquer Class D first.”

“What! You can't just ignore me like that!”
We were standing so close together, but my hatred just couldn't get through!

“Everyone is dissatisfied with the current situation, right?”

“What we want is the systematic tables and chairs from Class A, not the Japanese style tables!”

“Of course!”

“Then everyone take your pen in your hand, we are preparing for battle!”

“Ooo----”

“Oo,oo...”

Affected by the astonishing momentum in the class, Himeji also raised her small fist. I felt the need to protect her, but in the end she will probably be the one to protect me.

“Akihisa, declare war to Class D. You must succeed, even at the cost of your life.”
Such determination! If it was so important, why shouldn't he do it himself?

“Won't they beat on the lower class's messenger?”

“Don't worry, they won't hurt you. Just act like you were forced to go.”

“Really?”

“Of course! Who do you think I am?”
A definitive response with no chance for rebuttle.

It must be true. Although Yuuji loved to joke around, he was not at all a liar.

“Don't worry. Trust me, I would never lie to a friend.”
An encouraging sentiment.
I still thought he was up to something, but I just had to do it. I had no other choice.

“OK, leave it to me.”

“I'm counting on you.”

The class sent me off with cheering and applause. I left the classroom and headed toward Class D with a solemn and stirring atmosphere.

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“I was tricked!”

I escaped into the corridor and ran for my life. I finally dove, rolled, and crawled back into the classroom.
I, I was nearly killed! Those bastards in Class D! If they caught me they would have killed me! I collapsed on the ground out of breath and glared at Yuuji.

“It's just as I thought.”

How can you say it so calmly? You bastard, I'll rip you to pieces!

“What do you mean 'just as I thought'?! You knew that this would happen!”

“Of course. How else could I be class leader?”

“At least feel guilty about it!”
Even though I have known him since last spring, there are some things about him I just don't understand.

“Yoshii, are you alright?”
Himeji ran to me when she saw my tattered clothes.

“Yeah, I'm fine; just a few scrapes and bruises.”

Shimada came too. The care of my classmates helped take the edge off the immense pain.

“I see, that's good ...... There are still places that I can punch.”

“Ahh! Give me a break! I'm dying!”

I held my hand to my chest and rolled around in agony. Even if she is a girl, Shimada can't be taken lightly.

“Don't bother with him, we're having a meeting now.”

Yuuji opened the door and walked out of the room, he must have been looking for a room to have his meeting in. Shouldn't you at least show some concern for your friend? Come to think of it, was Yuuji really a friend? This isn't the first time I wondered, I probably think about it once every day.

“Let me know if it's still painful later on.”
Himeji said and quickly followed behind Yuuji.

“It still hurts?”
A guy with a petite body, like that of a young girl----Hideyoshi, tapped on my shoulder and walked out.

“.....(walking sound)”

The Silent Pervert rubbed his face and walked towards me.

“Hey, Silent Pervert, has your mark from the tatami gone away?”

“....(shakes head)”

“Don't bother denying, I know you're him.”

“....(shakes head again)”

“In one sense, it's pretty impressive that you can still deny it.”

“....(shakes head again)”

“What colour were they?”

“....(shakes head again)”

“Sky blue.”

He answered instantly.

“Silent Pervert, you sure do live up to your name.”

“....(shakes head again)”

Just when I was having a nice chat with the class pervert---

“Yoshii, you need to come too.”

Shimada forcefully grabbed my wrist and dragged me out.
And here I was thinking I'd have a chance to be lazy...

“Yes, yes, yes”

“Once is enough.”

“Yes madam.”

“One day I will ''Das Brechen'' you, how should I say it in Japanese?”
Shimada's mouth suddenly slowed down.

What was ''Das Brechen?'' I think that's German, right?

“...break”

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The Silent Pervert's voice came from nearby.

“That's right. I need to break you in.”

“Break me in? Shouldn't you use words like 'train' or 'tutor?'”  

“Then I'll pick the one in the middle, and use ''Züchtigung'' instead.”

“... I don't know what it means.”

“In Japanese, I think it should be... 'Torture?'”

“That's even worse.”

“Is it?”
Why does she only know words like these, and no normal ones?

“By the way, Silent Pervert. Why do you know the phrase 'break in' in German?”

“... learnt from normal life and moral principles.”

What kind of moral principles does someone like you have? Which principals made you learn words like 'torture'?

“Silent pervert, you never change! Your brain is rich in knowledge of sex, but poor in everything else.”

“....(kept shaking his head)”

We continued our useless discussion as we walked around the school. Yuuji who was walking in front of the team had already reached the top floor. He opened the door and went out under the sun.

The sun was dazzling, shining bright in a clear cloudless sky.

The blinding sunlight and wind in spring made everyone but the silent pervert cover their eyes. The silent pervert didn't need to because he was busy staring at Himeji's skirt being blown by the wind.

“Akihisa, you did declare war, right?”

Yuuji sat on the stairs in front of the iron fence.

“I essentially told them we would attack this afternoon.”

“So shouldn't we at least have lunch first?”

“That's right. Akihisa, can you please eat something normal this afternoon?”

“If you really care, then please treat me to some bread.”

I was someone who could never put anything in my stomach. Nothing except feeling, of course. 

“Huh? Yoshii never eats lunch?”

Himeji looked at me in disbelief. Her life must be regular and scheduled. And it seems that she grew up well because of that.

“Of course I'll eat lunch!”

“Does that count as actually eating something though?”

Yuuji cut into the conversation.

“What are you trying to say?”

“Well, I mean, isn't your main food-----just salt and water?”

Yuuji sounded sorrowful and sympathetic.

That was so rude. I can only take so many insults!

“I eat sugar too!”

“Yoshii. 'Eat' doesn't really apply to water and sugar.”

“That's right. You should say 'lick' instead.”

Everyone was looking at me with a strange kindness, but it didn't make me feel good.

“You should have planned ahead of time and saved some money for food. Serves you right!”

“That's because I- I barely have enough for living expenses!”

Actually, my parents were working overseas, so I was living alone. Of course they sent money every month.... I just spent most of it on games and manga. Hobbies are expensive!

“Well, if you don't mind, let me make lunch for you.”

“Eh?”

The gentle words came so suddenly and I couldn't help thinking that I heard something wrong.

Lunch? From a girl? Handmade?

“Really? I haven't eaten anything but salt and sugar for the longest time.”

“Sure. If you don't mind, I will start tomorrow.”

“That's great Akihisa. A handmade lunch with love, right?”

“Yeah!”

In a situation like this, I needed to honestly show her that I was glad. Even if Yuuji's teasing was unpleasant.

“.....Haha. Mizuki, you're so nice, making lunch ONLY for Akihisa.”

I wasn't sure why Shimada used a bored voice and said something spiteful like that. What if Himeji said, “I won't do it then,” or something like that. How were you going to compensate me?

“Ah, no! Actually, I can make one for everyone...”

“We can have it as well? Really?”

“Yes, if you don't mind.”

Ooo, even Yuuji's getting one as well. She was too kind. However, I felt a bit dissappointed that I wouldn't be able to enjoy it alone.

“... (nod)”

“... Let me see how good you are at cooking!”

Now, including Himeji herself, she had to make six people's lunches. It must be tiring.

“Okay, then I will bring everyone's lunch to school.”

Even in situations like this, she never showed even a bit of unwillingness on her face.

“Himeji, that is so kind of you.”

This was coming from the bottom of my heart. It really was difficult to bring six lunches to school; I simply couldn't understand it.

What a selfless and attractive person she was!

“There, there's nothing like...”

“I'm saying this kind of late, but when I first saw you in class, I felt like I----”

“Oi, Akihisa, if you're dumped now, you won't have any lunch tomorrow.”

“---- have known you before”

I successfully avoided being dumped. Luckily I changed "fell in love with you" before I finished the sentence. My judgment was simply amazing.

“Akihisa, confessing when it is in your own best interest is something a typical pervert would do.” 

I hated my judgment now.

“Akihisa, sometimes you do things I could only imagine.”

“But... a lunch with love...”

But that was only to save myself from starvation. It was all because of poverty!

“Enough chit-chat; let's continue discussing the Test Summoning War!”

Oh, that's right. I had completely forgotten why we came here.

“Yuuji, I have a question. Why do we fight Class D? If we are fighting in order, our first target should be Class E. And if we want to fight once and for all, shouldn't we pick Class A?”

“Now that you mention it, you're completely right!”

“That's true, but I have a different plan.”

Yuuji boldly nodded his head.

“What plan?”

“Although my plan goes much deeper, the reason for not attacking Class E is simple. It's just not worth our time.”

“Huh? But they are at a higher rank than us, right?”

Since the class division was based on the result, then of course Class E would be better than us, Class F, right? Why did he say it was not worth our time fighting with them?

“Ha, that's true according to the class division examination results, but the actual situation is different. Have a look, who do you have around you?”

“Er....”

I did as Yuuji said, looked around at the people nearby. Hmm, who do we have here----

“Two beautiful girls, two idiots, and a silent pervert.”

“Who are these beautiful girls you're referring to?”

“What? Yuuji, you're reacting to mention of beautiful girls?”

“......(face getting red)”

“Silent pervert, not you as well? What should I do? I can't think for all of us.”

“Everyone, calm down! Just let the silent pervert endure it.”

“Thats- That's right.”

“Wait a minute. Before we continue this meeting, I want to protest that beautiful girls are affecting people's minds.”

“Anyway.”

Yuuji cleared his throat, and continued his explanation. Was he trying to ignore my existence?

“If Himeji can fight with us, Class E isn't a match for us, even head on in brute stregth. Since our final target is Class A, it is meaningless to waste our time fighting with Class E.”

“Then how about fighting Class D head on?”

“That is, we don't have a one hundred percent chance of winning.”

“If that's the case, we should target Class A from the beginning.”

My target was Class A, not Class D. My cause for the Test Summoning War is different than Yuuji's.

“That's because it's our first battle. You guys want to have a great fight, and grab everyone's attention, right? Furthermore, this is what we need to defeat Class A.”

This was the plan for winning against Class A? But Yuuji was still keeping the details to himself.

“Ex... Excuse me!”

It isn't often that Himeji speaks loudly. What was going on?

“Himeji? What's wrong?”

“Err, that... what you were talking about just now is the Test Summoning War that Yoshii and Sakamoto discussed earlier, right?”

“Oh, you're talking about that. Just now, Akihisa came to talk to me about how you---”

“So that means!”

To stop Yuuji continuing his needless speech, I purposely raised my voice.

“If we can't beat Class D, then what we said before is meaningless.”

Facing my doubt, Yuuji laughed out loud.

“With all of you helping, we can definitely beat them.”

Win against Class D? With our help? In the Test Summoning War?

This was a strange feeling.

These words gave us the encouragement to get our momentum going. Even though the situation looks hopeless, we felt revitalized and confident.

Yuuji's words seemed to have some kind of magical power.

“Great. It looks like it this going to get interesting!”

“Let's pull those Class A nerds back down to Earth!”

“....(praise)”

“I... I will try my best.”

Defeat Class A.

It might sound crazy; it might be a dream that would never come true.

But, if we never did anything, dreams never would come true.

Since we're all stuck in the same class together, it wasn't so bad to try and work for a common goal.

“Alright, let me explain the battle strategy!”

We stayed at the top floor, enjoyed the cozy wind, and listened to the strategy that would bring us to victory. 

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Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The Third Question

2008-12-07T05:45:48Z

Chickenwing71x:

===Third Question===

'''Please translate the following sentence into Japanese''':

"This is the bookshelf that my grandmother had used regularly."

'''Himeji Mizuki's Answer'''

"これは私の祖母が愛用していた本棚です." (This is the bookshelf that my grandmother had used regularly)

'''Teacher's Comment:'''

Correct. You must be working very hard!

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'''Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer'''

"これは" (This)

'''Teacher's Comment:'''

You only know how to translate "This"?

'''Akihisa Yoshii's Answer'''

“☆●◆∇┐♪*×”

'''Teacher's Comment:'''

Please use a human language to answer the question.

Declare a war against Class A.

This suggestion sounded too unrealistic for Class F.

“It's impossible to win!”

“I don't want to get even worse facilities.”

“I'm satisfied as long as Himeji is here.”

Cries like this were filling up the room.

Well, even a blind man could see the difference in fighting ability between Class A and Class F.

It had been four years since Fumitsuki Gakkuen adopted an examination system without scores limited to 100.
Under this system, students could answer as many question as they could in an hour. As a result, there was no limit to how high a student could score. The score could increase indefinitely, limited only by the student's intelligence.

Besides that, there was a 'Syokanju[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_3] Summoning System' which was accidentally created by combining science and supernatural power. Under teachers' supervision, students could summon their syokanju with the power equal to their results  and fight against each other.

The overall average score now is fairly low, and this was the latest system invented to encourage the students to study. With this system as the core, students are allowed to have an inter-class wars, called 'Test Summoning Wars,' in which the student's syokanjus fight against each other.

The result of the test is very important in the war. And the difference in result between Class A and Class F is huge. If we fought head on, one student from Class A could probably have beaten three students from Class F at the same time. Actually, if the student was good enough, he or she might be able to take four or five of us out at the same time.

“We will win for sure. No, I'll show you that we'll win.”

Knowing that the difference in our fighting ability was huge, Yuuji still confidently declared that we would win.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“That's impossible, right?”

“What make you so sure about this?”

Objections came from every corner of the room.

Well, no matter how you look at it, this was not a winnable war. I still couldn't deny it, even though I promised Yuuji to start the war together. Even if it's impossible, I still won't give up!

“Of course, I have my theory. We have some strong factors that will help us win.”

The whole class raged after Yuuji said that.

Was it possible that we could win? Even though we were Class F, the worst class in Year 2?

“Let me explain it.”

My bad friend stood on the podium and showed a daring smile on his face; overlooked us from above the ground. 

“Kouta, stop leaning on the tatami and peeping at Himeji's underwear. Come here for a while.”

“!(shook his head)”

“What!”

Tsuchiya Kouta desperately shook both his head and hands, trying to show that he didn't commit such a crime.
Himeji pressed down her skirt and hid; the boy covered the mark the tatami left on his face, and walked towards the podium.
He was simply amazing. He was the only person who dared to be that shameless, and use such an inappropriate pose to peep at a girl's underwear; he is much braver than someone like me, who could only think of using a small mirror to peep.

“Tsuchiya Kouta. This guy is the famous 'Silent Pervert'.”

“!(fiercely shaking his head)”

Tsuchiya Kouta might not be well known by name, but the name 'Silent Pervert' was different. This name was respected and feared by the male students; despised and disdained by the female students.

“He is THE silent pervert...”

“How's that possible? The silent pervert looks like THIS?”

“But there's the evidence. He was brazenly peeping!”

“Well, he does live up to his name!”

With a sorrowful look, he was hiding the mark the tatami left on his face using his hand. I heard he would never admit what he does under any circumstance. Well, one eyewitness was better than ten hearsays.

“?”

Himeji looked like she had a lot of question marks above her head.

Could it be that she didn't know where the nickname 'Silent Pervert' came from? Should I explain it to her?

“Himeji need not be forgotten. Everyone should know how good she is.”

“Yes? Are you talking about me?”

“Yeah, you're the main force; I'm looking forward to your performance!”

If we were really going to start the Test Summoning War, I thought noone would be more trustworthy than her.

“You're right, we have Himeji on our side!”

“If she's here, we won't lose to those nerds from Class A.”

“Nothing matters as long as she's here.”

Who was it? Who was the person that kept sending love messages to Himeji?

“We also have Kinoshita Hideyoshi.”

Kinoshita Hideyoshi, although his scores weren't outstanding, was still famous for being the star of drama club, having a twin sister, etc.

“Oooo....”

“He's Kinoshita Yuuko's ...”

“Of course I'll give it my best shot.”

“I know you're a guy who means what he says.”

“Wasn't Sakamoto called 'Whiz Kid' when he was in primary school?”

“Does that means he wasn't feeling well during the division examination, like Himeji?”

“Then we have two people with Class A ability in our class.”

We might be able to win! Especially with this kind of atmosphere!.
That's right; somehow the morale of the class skyrocketed.

“Also, we have Yoshii Akihisa.”

Total silence.

Then the morale dramatically dropped.

What! Was my name so destructive? Why did he bring it up!

“Wait a second, Yuuji! Why do you want to mention my name now! There is no need for it!”

“Yoshii Akihisa? Who is it?”

“Never heard of it.”

“You see! The great morale is gone. I'm not like Yuuji and the others, I'm just a normal peasant. Please treat me normally---Wait, why the staring? It's not my fault the morale dropped!”

(Sigh) Even if someone in the class had heard of me, it wouldn't be anything good anyway. Since no one knew about me in the first place, I didn't have to purposely make things worse.

“If you don't know, then let me tell you! His title is the ‘Kansatsu Shobunsha’[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_3].”

Oh no, he said it.

“Isn't it another word for idiot?”
Someone in the class gave a fatal opinion.

“N... No! That's just a small nickname for a sixteen year old mischievous teenager.”

“Yes, it is another word for idiot.”

“Can you please not agree so surely, Yuuji, you idiot!”

"Kansatsu Shobunsha" was a punishment given to students who had a problem studying. I was one of them. But it was only because I wasn't good at it!

“Excuse me; might you tell me what it means exactly?”
Himeji leaned her head one side, and it looked like she was confused. Since she was a student who always stood at the top of the pyramid, it was reasonable that she was unfamiliar with the title.

“Simply put, it's a student who does odd jobs for the teacher. Their syokanju have the privilege to touch physical objects, and can help out with work.”

That was right; normally a syokanju could not touch any normal objects. All they could touch or interact with were the other syokanjus. They were like phantoms. The floor in the school had been specially made so the syokanju could stand on it.
But my syokanju was different. Just like Yuuji said, it was a special one that could touch physical objects.

“Oh I see, that's magnificent! I heard that the syokanjus aren't only cute, but have incredible powers. Being able to touch normal objects is pretty convenient.”
Himeji gazed at me with sparkling eyes filled with admiration and respect; to tell the truth, it made me itchy and uncomfortable.

“Ha ha, that's nothing special!”
I just waved it off.

Actually, this really was nothing special. If I could order my syokanju freely, it would be a wonderfully useful ability. Even a relatively weak syokanju, summoned by someone with a low score like mine, had much more power than a human could dream of. Crushing a rock is as simple as ABC.
Sadly though, I was never able to benefit from it; if anything, it caused the opposite result.
The syokanju could only be used under a teacher's supervision. Teachers would only allow me to summon it when they needed it for heavy work. That was the truth. And to me, there was no benefit at all. Since it is only under a teacher's supervision, I almost never get the chance to use it for my own purpose.

Besides, the syokanju's health and energy is directly connected to mine. For example, if my syokanju carried a heavy object and ran around in the school; I would be tired. If the heavy object dropped onto my syokanju's leg while working, I would feel the pain. Not only was I denied use of it for personal advantage, the pain from it's work was transferred to me. It was just plain punishment.

Therefore, being a 'Kansatsu Shobunsha' was nothing to be proud of, and made nothing more convenient. It was only punishment for students who had bad marks and lacked the will to study. This is why it is synonymous with 'idiot'..

“Wait a minute, since he is the 'Kansatsu Shobunsha,' then, if he was beaten in the war, he would suffer as well, right?”

“That's right! We would instantly lose a man.”

They found out. This was why I want to avoid fighting. If my syokanju was beaten, I would feel the pain with it!

“Don't worry about it. A worthless lowlife like him is no more a liability than he is an asset.”

“Yuuji, that does not help at all.”

“Anyway, to show our strength, I plan to conquer Class D first.”

“What! You can't just ignore me like that!”
We were standing so close together, but my hatred just couldn't get through!

“Everyone is dissatisfied with the current situation, right?”

“What we want is the systematic tables and chairs from Class A, not the Japanese style tables!”

“Of course!”

“Then everyone take your pen in your hand, we are preparing for battle!”

“Ooo----”

“Oo,oo...”

Affected by the astonishing momentum in the class, Himeji also raised her small fist. I felt the need to protect her, but in the end she will probably be the one to protect me.

“Akihisa, declare war to Class D. You must succeed, even at the cost of your life.”
Such determination! If it was so important, why shouldn't he do it himself?

“Won't they beat on the lower class's messenger?”

“Don't worry, they won't hurt you. Just act like you were forced to go.”

“Really?”

“Of course! Who do you think I am?”
A definitive response with no chance for rebuttle.

It must be true. Although Yuuji loved to joke around, he was not at all a liar.

“Don't worry. Trust me, I would never lie to a friend.”
An encouraging sentiment.
I still thought he was up to something, but I just had to do it. I had no other choice.

“OK, leave it to me.”

“I'm counting on you.”

The class sent me off with cheering and applause. I left the classroom and headed toward Class D with a solemn and stirring atmosphere.

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“I was tricked!”

I escaped into the corridor and ran for my life. I finally dove, rolled, and crawled back into the classroom.
I, I was nearly killed! Those bastards in Class D! If they caught me they would have killed me! I collapsed on the ground out of breath and glared at Yuuji.

“It's just as I thought.”

How can you say it so calmly? You bastard, I'll rip you to pieces!

“What do you mean 'just as I thought'?! You knew that this would happen!”

“Of course. How else could I be class leader?”

“At least feel guilty about it!”
Even though I have known him since last spring, there are some things about him I just don't understand.

“Yoshii, are you alright?”
Himeji ran to me when she saw my tattered clothes.

“Yeah, I'm fine; just a few scrapes and bruises.”

Shimada came too. The care of my classmates helped take the edge off the immense pain.

“I see, that's good ...... There are still places that I can punch.”

“Ahh! Give me a break! I'm dying!”

I held my hand to my chest and rolled around in agony. Even if she is a girl, Shimada can't be taken lightly.

“Don't bother with him, we're having a meeting now.”

Yuuji opened the door and walked out of the room, he must have been looking for a room to have his meeting in. Shouldn't you at least show some concern for your friend? Come to think of it, was Yuuji really a friend? This isn't the first time I wondered, I probably think about it once every day.

“Let me know if it's still painful later on.”
Himeji said and quickly followed behind Yuuji.

“It still hurts?”
A guy with a petite body, like that of a young girl----Hideyoshi, tapped on my shoulder and walked out.

“.....(walking sound)”

The Silent Pervert rubbed his face and walked towards me.

“Hey, Silent Pervert, has your mark from the tatami gone away?”

“....(shakes head)”

“Don't bother denying, I know you're him.”

“....(shakes head again)”

“In one sense, it's pretty impressive that you can still deny it.”

“....(shakes head again)”

“What colour were they?”

“....(shakes head again)”

“Sky blue.”

He answered instantly.

“Silent Pervert, you sure do live up to your name.”

“....(shakes head again)”

Just when I was having a nice chat with the class pervert---

“Yoshii, you need to come too.”

Shimada forcefully grabbed my wrist and dragged me out.
And here I was thinking I'd have a chance to be lazy...

“Yes, yes, yes”

“Once is enough.”

“Yes madam.”

“One day I will ''Das Brechen'' you, how should I say it in Japanese?”
Shimada's mouth suddenly slowed down.

What was ''Das Brechen?'' I think that's German, right?

“...break”

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The Silent Pervert's voice came from nearby.

“That's right. I need to break you in.”

“Break me in? Shouldn't you use words like 'train' or 'tutor?'”  

“Then I'll pick the one in the middle, and use ''Züchtigung'' instead.”

“... I don't know what it means.”

“In Japanese, I think it should be... 'Torture?'”

“That's even worse.”

“Is it?”
Why does she only know words like these, and no normal ones?

“By the way, Silent Pervert. Why do you know the phrase 'break in' in German?”

“... learnt from normal life and moral principles.”

What kind of moral principles does someone like you have? Which principals made you learn words like 'torture'?

“Silent pervert, you never change! Your brain is rich in knowledge of sex, but poor in everything else.”

“....(kept shaking his head)”

We continued our useless discussion as we walked around the school. Yuuji who was walking in front of the team had already reached the top floor. He opened the door and went out under the sun.

The sun was dazzling, shining bright in a clear cloudless sky.

The blinding sunlight and wind in spring made everyone but the silent pervert cover their eyes. The silent pervert didn't need to because he was busy staring at Himeji's skirt being blown by the wind.

“Akihisa, you did declare war, right?”

Yuuji sat on the stairs in front of the iron fence.

“I essentially told them we would attack this afternoon.”

“So shouldn't we at least have lunch first?”

“That's right. Akihisa, can you please eat something normal this afternoon?”

“If you really care, then please treat me to some bread.”

I was someone who could never put anything in my stomach. Nothing except feeling, of course. 

“Huh? Yoshii never eats lunch?”

Himeji looked at me in disbelief. Her life must be regular and scheduled. And it seems that she grew up well because of that.

“Of course I'll eat lunch!”

“Does that count as actually eating something though?”

Yuuji cut into the conversation.

“What are you trying to say?”

“Well, I mean, isn't your main food-----just salt and water?”

Yuuji sounded sorrowful and sympathetic.

That was so rude. I can only take so many insults!

“I eat sugar too!”

“Yoshii. 'Eat' doesn't really apply to water and sugar.”

“That's right. You should say 'lick' instead.”

Everyone was looking at me with a strange kindness, but it didn't make me feel good.

“You should have planned ahead of time and saved some money for food. Serves you right!”

“That's because I- I barely have enough for living expenses!”

Actually, my parents were working overseas, so I was living alone. Of course they sent money every month.... I just spent most of it on games and manga. Hobbies are expensive!

“Well, if you don't mind, let me make lunch for you.”

“Eh?”

The gentle words came so suddenly and I couldn't help thinking that I heard something wrong.

Lunch? From a girl? Handmade?

“Really? I haven't eaten anything but salt and sugar for the longest time.”

“Sure. If you don't mind, I will start tomorrow.”

“That's great Akihisa. A handmade lunch with love, right?”

“Yeah!”

In a situation like this, I needed to honestly show her that I was glad. Even if Yuuji's teasing was unpleasant.

“.....Haha. Mizuki, you're so nice, making lunch ONLY for Akihisa.”

I wasn't sure why Shimada used a bored voice and said something spiteful like that. What if Himeji said, “I won't do it then,” or something like that. How were you going to compensate me?

“Ah, no! Actually, I can make one for everyone...”

“We can have it as well? Really?”

“Yes, if you don't mind.”

Ooo, even Yuuji had it as well, she was too kind. However, I felt a bit sad that I couldn't enjoy it alone.

“... (nod)”

“... Let me see how good you are at cooking!”

Now including Himeji herself, she had to make six people's lunches, it must be tiring.

“Okay, then I will bring everyone's lunch to school.”

Even in situation like this, she never showed even a bit of unwillingness on her face.

“Himeji, that is so kind of you.”

This was coming from the bottom of my heart. It really was difficult to bring six lunches to school; I simply couldn't understand it.

What a selfless and attractive person she was!

“There, there's nothing like...”

“I'm saying this kind of late, but when I first saw you in class, I felt like I----”

“Oi, Akihisa, if you're dumped now, you won't have any lunch tomorrow.”

“---- have known you before”

I successfully avoided being dumped. Luckily I changed "fell in love with you" before I finished the sentence. My judgment was simply amazing.

“Akihisa, confessing when it is in your own best interest is something a typical pervert would do.” 

I hated my judgment now.

“Akihisa, sometimes you do things I could only imagine.”

“But... a lunch with love...”

But that was only to save myself from starvation. It was all because of poverty!

“Enough chit-chat; let's continue discussing the Test Summoning War!”

Oh, that's right. I had completely forgotten why we came here.

“Yuuji, I have a question. Why do we fight Class D? If we are fighting in order, our first target should be Class E. And if we want to fight once and for all, shouldn't we pick Class A?”

“Now that you mention it, you're completely right!”

“That's true, but I have a different plan.”

Yuuji boldly nodded his head.

“What plan?”

“Although my plan goes much deeper, the reason for not attacking Class E is simple. It's just not worth our time.”

“Huh? But they are at a higher rank than us, right?”

Since the class division was based on the result, then of course Class E would be better than us, Class F, right? Why did he say it was not worth our time fighting with them?

“Ha, that's true according to the class division examination results, but the actual situation is different. Have a look, who do you have around you?”

“Er....”

I did as Yuuji said, looked around at the people nearby. Hmm, who do we have here----

“Two beautiful girls, two idiots, and a silent pervert.”

“Who are these beautiful girls you're referring to?”

“What? Yuuji, you're reacting to mention of beautiful girls?”

“......(face getting red)”

“Silent pervert, not you as well? What should I do? I can't think for all of us.”

“Everyone, calm down! Just let the silent pervert endure it.”

“Thats- That's right.”

“Wait a minute. Before we continue this meeting, I want to protest that beautiful girls are affecting people's minds.”

“Anyway.”

Yuuji cleared his throat, and continued his explanation. Was he trying to ignore my existence?

“If Himeji can fight with us, Class E isn't a match for us, even head on in brute stregth. Since our final target is Class A, it is meaningless to waste our time fighting with Class E.”

“Then how about fighting Class D head on?”

“That is, we don't have a one hundred percent chance of winning.”

“If that's the case, we should target Class A from the beginning.”

My target was Class A, not Class D. My cause for the Test Summoning War is different than Yuuji's.

“That's because it's our first battle. You guys want to have a great fight, and grab everyone's attention, right? Furthermore, this is what we need to defeat Class A.”

This was the plan for winning against Class A? But Yuuji was still keeping the details to himself.

“Ex... Excuse me!”

It isn't often that Himeji speaks loudly. What was going on?

“Himeji? What's wrong?”

“Err, that... what you were talking about just now is the Test Summoning War that Yoshii and Sakamoto discussed earlier, right?”

“Oh, you're talking about that. Just now, Akihisa came to talk to me about how you---”

“So that means!”

To stop Yuuji continuing his needless speech, I purposely raised my voice.

“If we can't beat Class D, then what we said before is meaningless.”

Facing my doubt, Yuuji laughed out loud.

“With all of you helping, we can definitely beat them.”

Win against Class D? With our help? In the Test Summoning War?

This was a strange feeling.

These words gave us the encouragement to get our momentum going. Even though the situation looks hopeless, we felt revitalized and confident.

Yuuji's words seemed to have some kind of magical power.

“Great. It looks like it this going to get interesting!”

“Let's pull those Class A nerds back down to Earth!”

“....(praise)”

“I... I will try my best.”

Defeat Class A.

It might sound crazy; it might be a dream that would never come true.

But, if we never did anything, dreams never would come true.

Since we're all stuck in the same class together, it wasn't so bad to try and work for a common goal.

“Alright, let me explain the battle strategy!”

We stayed at the top floor, enjoyed the cozy wind, and listened to the strategy that would bring us to victory. 

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User:Chickenwing71x

2008-12-06T22:07:10Z

Chickenwing71x:

I am a native speaker of English from Massachusetts (Northeast US).

I might be looking to do some editing on random projects. Some of the ones I am more interested in are Baka to Tetsuto to Syokanju, Spice and Wolf, Toradora, and maybe PuiPui.

But since I have never once posted in the forum, it's not very likely I'll be an official editor anytime soon.

User:Chickenwing71x

2008-12-06T21:59:11Z

Chickenwing71x:

Just a random reader of novel translations here.

I am a native speaker of English (American). I have good knowledge of spelling, grammar, vocabulary, etc. and believe I am more than adequate for editing.

I am also somewhat competent in Spanish, and have very limited knowledge in Japanese, but not nearly enough for translation or editing.

I might be looking to do some editing, but since I have never once posted in the forum, it's not very likely I'll be an official one anytime soon.

Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The First Question

2008-12-06T19:04:08Z

Chickenwing71x:

“Eh---”

“What's wrong?”

“What Yuuji said just now, it's the Taika Reform, right?”

“You're a third year now, and you still don't know this? Shouko, you really are stupid.”

“We haven't been taught about that part yet, Yuuji you're just too smart.”

“It's easy to memorize, just remember: the 'Accident Free Reform'”

“Accident Free?”

“It's because no accidents occurred during the Taika Reform; make sure you remember that.”

“Okay.”

“It happened in the year 625[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_1].”

“Alright, I memorized it.”

“Good, make sure you remember.”

“Don't worry, I won't forget.”

===First Question===

Please answer the following questions:

When manufacturing a frying pan, magnesium is used as the raw material to reduce the weight of the pan. However, an accident occurs when it is used in cooking. Describe what happens, and name an alloy that could be used to replace magnesium.

Mizuki Himeji's Answer

“Using a flame to heat up magnesium will cause a violent chemical reaction, in which the magnesium catches fire; aluminum may be used to replace magnesium.”

Teacher's Comment:

Correct. The question asks for an alloy, so you can't answer “iron”. You weren't tricked.

Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer

“Because the gas bill wasn't paid.”

Teacher's Comment:

That is not the point of this question.

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Akihisa Yoshii's Answer

“An alloy made in the future can be used (Because it is very hard).”

Teacher's Comment:

Even if it is very hard, you can't find it now, can you?

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We were welcoming the arrival of the second spring since we started at Fumitsuki Gakuen.

To welcome new students, both sides of the slope leading to the school building were filled with dazzling, flowering cherry blossoms. Even though I was not an elegant person who could appreciate flowers, I couldn't stop myself from being attracted to the beautiful scenery before me.

However, it was only for a very short time.

My mind was filled with thoughts of spring, not of cherry blossoms, but of the new classroom and students who will be with me throughout the year. In another words, it was all about my new class after the class divisions.

“Yoshii, you're late.”

In front of the entrance, a strong low voice called me. I turned my head and looked towards the source. An athletic man with light dark skin and short hair was standing there.

“Ah, Iron... no, Nishimura-sensei[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_1]. good morning!”

“You almost called me 'Iron Man' just now, didn't you?”

“Ha ha, you're thinking too much.”

“Oh, am I?”

That was close; I nearly called him "Iron Man," just like before.

By the way, Nishimura-sensei got his nickname "Iron Man" was because of his hobby of entering triathlons. Of course, his habit of wearing short sleeves during winter also contributed to the name.

“A normal person shouldn't say 'good morning' in this situation!”

“Ah, I am sorry. Err...Your skin is very dark today as well.”

“What! Is my skin color more important than you being late for school?”

“I see, you're talking about that... Sorry I'm late.”

“You... you just never learn your lesson.”

He sighed and mumbled. From what he said, you would think I was usually late for school.

“Sir, I'm not usually late for school, am I?”

Nishimura-sensei was our homeroom teacher last year, so he should know that I was very punctual.

“Forget it, just take this.”

He took an envelope out of a box and handed it over to me. My name, “Akihisa Yoshii”, was clearly written on it.

“Ah, thank you.”

I simply nodded and took the envelope.

“But why does the school need to post the class divisions in such a troublesome way? Isn't posting it on the announcement board a better idea?”

Putting the results into individual envelopes, and handing them out one by one seemed very inconvenient.

“It is troublesome, but our school uses the most advanced system in the world, and this is required for it.”

“I see.”

I answered him and tried to open the envelope. Which class would I be placed in? I started to get a little nervous.

Here at Fumitsuki Gakuen, starting from second year, students are allocated into different classes, from Class A to Class F, depending on the class division examinations. To put it simply, geniuses would study in Class A, and idiots would study in Class F, with everyone else in between. You would know how smart someone is just by knowing his or her class placement. To protect my pride, I must not be placed into Class F.

“Yoshii, to tell you the truth...”

“What?”

The envelope was glued shut, and I was still working on opening it.

“After observing you, I've been wondering: 'Could it be that Yoshii is an idiot?'.”

“Sir, you can't be serious. If you are, you should change your nickname to 'Moron'.”

It's not that I was overconfident. Though I didn't work very hard, I still did pretty well in the class division examination last year. I assumed that when he saw my results he would immediately change his opinion.

“Have you seen my results? I feel pretty good about it.”

“I do hope I was wrong.”

I gave up on opening it neatly, so after it was opened with a smooth tearing sound, I found a folded piece of paper inside.

Which class will I be in? Is it Class D? Maybe Class C?

“Yoshii, you should be glad right? My opinion is really correct.”

As I unfolded the paper, I read the all-important result:

“Akihisa Yoshii... ... ... Class F”

“You really are an idiot.”

And so, my sorrowful school life began.

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Talk:Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The First Question

2008-12-06T19:02:36Z

Chickenwing71x:

I'm not an official editor, but I'm looking to do more of it, and I did some minor typo fixes and changes to make it "flow" better. I have some questions/comments though:

GENERAL PROJECT SUGGESTED CHANGES

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The use of Japanese titles is not consistent. In one point, Nishimura-sensei is referred to as "Nishimura-sensei", but later on as "Sir." According to the tl note, "Nishimura-sensei was used because "Nishimura-teacher" sounds strange. If we wanted to make it more accessible, we could call him "Mr. Nishimura" (In English we add "Mr. Ms. or Mrs. before a teacher's family name) If you want to keep it as sensei, then we should also change his title later on from "Sir." to "Sensei"

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"Class Division" sounds strange. I think "Placement Test" would work much better, but since it's used so many times, I wanted to suggest it here.

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I believe "Gakuen" translates to "School" or "Academy". I believe replacing this with School or Academy would make the story more accessible, without needing any localization. Again, this is used frequently, so I wanted to suggest it here.

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This one isn't as important, but are we using British or American English?

“What! Is my skin colour more important than you being late for school?”

British English is "colour", American English is "color".

It might help to pick either British or American for consistency, since a good amount of words are spelled differently. Again, this is a more major change, so I wanted to check with the main editor here first.

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CHAPTER SPECIFIC SUGGESTIONS

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"A sport type guy with light dark skin and short hair was standing there."

What is 'light dark skin'? Did you mean 'medium tone,' 'lightly tanned' or something like that?

I was thinking tanned because of this line later on:

“Ah, I am sorry. Err...Your skin is very dark today as well.”

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“Yoshii, you should be glad right? My opinion is really correct.”

This sentence confuses me. At the point the teacher says this, does he already know the result of the test? Otherwise, how would he know he was correct? And why would Yoshii be glad that he was put in class F?

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I know it's a big list, but I wasn't sure if I could make such big changes as just a random contributor. I made a good amount of smaller ones, but wanted to double check the bigger ones. I would like to see the translator or editor's opinion on this.

[[User:chickenwing71x|chickenwing71x]] 00:50, 06 December 2008 (EST)

Talk:Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The First Question

2008-12-06T19:00:28Z

Chickenwing71x:

I'm not an official editor, but I'm looking to do more of it, and I did some minor typo fixes and changes to make it "flow" better. I have some questions/comments though:

----

"A sport type guy with light dark skin and short hair was standing there."

What is 'light dark skin'? Did you mean 'medium tone,' 'lightly tanned' or something like that?

I was thinking tanned because of this line later on:

“Ah, I am sorry. Err...Your skin is very dark today as well.”

----

“Yoshii, you should be glad right? My opinion is really correct.”

This sentence confuses me. At the point the teacher says this, does he already know the result of the test? Otherwise, how would he know he was correct? And why would Yoshii be glad that he was put in class F?

----

I know it's a big list, but I wasn't sure if I could make such big changes as just a random contributor. I made a good amount of smaller ones, but wanted to double check the bigger ones. I would like to see the translator or editor's opinion on this.

[[User:chickenwing71x|chickenwing71x]] 00:50, 06 December 2008 (EST)

Talk:Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The Second Question

2008-12-06T18:58:18Z

Chickenwing71x: New page: "This guy was not a teacher; he was my bad friend, Sakamoto Yuuji." -Could it be he is a "delinquent friend"? Or just a low quality friend? "Bad friend" just doesn't sound right. "Howev...

"This guy was not a teacher; he was my bad friend, Sakamoto Yuuji."

-Could it be he is a "delinquent friend"? Or just a low quality friend? "Bad friend" just doesn't sound right.

"However, I could only see guys in the classroom. Was it the same in the world that there were hardly any girls in the last class?"

-Not sure what to make of this. The second sentence doesn't quite make sense. Maybe "Was it the same as my mostly male class last year?" Or was he referring to Class A, which was composed of all girls?

"Yuuji, who was sitting beside me, spoke up first and covered my voice. Damn you Yuuji! My future plan “From classmates to the red carpet of marriage---The spring that we met---Six hundred and fifty four episodes” ended without playing more than two minutes! What did you want me to show the audiences for the rest of the six hundred fifty three hours and fifty eight minutes!"

-Is it episodes or hours? This paragraph uses both.

chickenwing71x

Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The Second Question

2008-12-06T18:57:13Z

Chickenwing71x:

===Second Question===

Please write down the idioms which fit the following meanings:

(1)Fail to do something you are good at

(2)Encounter consecutive unfortunate events

Mizuki Himeji's Answer

(1)“Even monkeys will drop from a tree” 

(2)“Having a leaking rooftop in a rainy day”

Teacher's Comment:

Correct. There are other answers for the first part of the question, such as, “Horses losing their front hooves,” “Even fishes may drown”; other answers for the second part would be, “Good things don't start coming, bad things never stop happening,” “A year full of misfortune,” etc.
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Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer

(1)“Even horses will drop from a tree”

Teacher's Comment:

That would be an incredible scene.

Akihisa Yoshii's Answer

(2)“Have both a leaking rooftop and landslide occur”

Teacher's Comment:

Aren't you too unlucky?

“What the... Isn't this room too large to be a classroom?”

Stepping into the third floor that I never had a chance to visit last year, I saw a classroom five times larger than usual right in front of me.

Maybe this was the Class A that people had been talking about? Let's see what's in there.

“Congratulations to everyone for making it to the second year. My name is Takahashi
Youko, and I am the homeroom teacher for Class A. Nice to meet you.”

I stopped and looked into the classroom through the big window, there was an intelligent looking woman with spectacles standing in the front of the classroom. She had her hair tied up at the back of her head and was dressed up neatly in suit.

When she stopped her speech, her name didn't show on the blackboard. Instead, it showed up on a plasma TV which was huge enough to cover the whole wall. How luxurious! How much money did they spend on that?

“First of all, please check the things that you were given. Everyone should have a laptop, personal air-conditioner, fridge, adjustable chairs, etc. Are they working properly?”

There was more than enough space, facilities, and equipment. It was easily enough for 50 students to use.

The fridges were filled with drinks and snacks. Every student had their own air-conditioner, which they could adjust to whatever temperature he/she wanted.

If you looked around in the classroom, you would notice that the ceiling was made of glass. High class drawings were hung on the walls, and there were ornamental plants around the room. The interior design looked like the lobby of a five-star hotel.

“Besides the text books and reference books, the food and drinks in the fridge are provided by the school, free of charge. If you need any other facilities or equipment, feel free to let us know.”

I could smell the fragrance of red tea, it seemed some students had made some.

“Now, let me introduce the class leader. Kirishima Shouko, please come forward.”

“Yes.”

The person who stood up and answered the call was a girl with a black long hair. Her outlook resembled a Japanese doll.

She was a gentle looking girl who had a beautiful face, and a dignified aura which made her look like she was free of secular affairs.

Everyone in the classroom was looking at her.

Class leader ---- the person who scored the highest in the class division examination in this class.

In other words, the smartest person in Class A was also the smartest person amongst the second years; this explained why she was getting all the attention.

“My name is Kirishima Shouko, nice to meet you.”

Although everyone was looking at her, she still introduced herself as usual.

It seemed everyone was staring at her eye, but when I looked carefully, all of them were actually female. It seemed the rumors were true!

She was very famous as soon as she enrolled into this school. Everybody knew how beautiful she was, and a lot of guys confessed to her. However, no of them ever succeed.

Since then, there were rumors saying she liked girls-----I see the tide didn't start without wind.

“Everyone in Class A, please work together with Kirishima from now on 'til the end of second year and study hard together! The 'WAR' starts now, please don't lose to anyone else. ”

The homeroom teacher concluded the speech, Kirishima bowed and returned to her seat.

Oh no, I should hurry to my classroom.

I quickly walked along the corridors at a very fast pace.

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I stood below the sign with 'Year 2 Class F' written on it, and hesitated.

Would being late to class give my classmates a bad impression?

Was anyone in the classroom disgusting, scary or hard to deal with?

What kind of comrades will I have for the rest of the year? The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became.

“Well, maybe I just worry too much.”

It was just being late; there was nothing to worry about.

Come to think of it, we were classmates; there was nothing to be afraid of! Maybe they would start to worry about me, if I was late because I wasn't feeling well (actually, it was because I overslept).

Calm down, there was nothing to worry about. I needed to trust the comrades whom I would have to work together with from now on.

After I made up my mind, I pushed the door open and greeted the classmates in the room with my most sincere voice.

“Sorry I'm late ♪.”

“Hurry up and sit down, you idiot!”

My perfect image was ruined!

“Didn't you hear what I just said?”

Come to think of it, this person was being rude. Being a teacher doesn't grant you the right to speak like this.

I glared fiercely at the guy who was standing on the podium.

He was unexpectedly tall, probably close to 180 cm! His body was slim but not thin, which made him look like a ruthless boxer. Slowly looking up, I saw a pair of eyes filled with willpower, a wild looking, handsome face, and short hair on his head that looked like a '''mane.'''

“Yuuji, what the hell are you doing?”

This guy was not a teacher; he was my bad friend, Sakamoto Yuuji.

“Because the teacher's late, I'm taking his place.”

“You are replacing the teacher? You? Why?”

“Somehow, my score is the highest in Class F.”

“So that makes you the class leader?”

“That's right.”

Yuuji cunningly smiled. After listening to what he said, I smiled as well. In other words, if I could take care of Yuuji, no one could stop me from doing anything in this class.

“Therefore, everyone in this class is my subordinate.”

Yuuji proudly overlooked the classmates who were sitting on the ground.

<nowiki>----</nowiki>Yes, everyone was sitting on the ground.

Why? The answer is simple, there were no chairs.

“On the other hand ... This classroom really befits the name Class F.”

I should find a place and sit down first.

“Sorry, please let me through.”

Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind me.

A stupid looking old man, dressed in a wrinkled shirt with untidy hair is standing there.

“It is homeroom meeting now; can I put a chair there?”

Since he didn't wear an uniform, and looked far from being a teenager, I thought he might be our homeroom teacher.

“Roger that.”

“Okay.”

Yuuji and I answered him separately and returned to our seats.

The teacher waited until we were seated, then stood on the podium and spoke slowly:

“Good morning everyone, my name is Fujihara Shin; I will be the homeroom teacher for Year 2 Class F. Nice to meet you.”

Fujihara sensei originally planned to write his name on the dirty board, but he wasn't able to. Oh my god! The school didn't provide chalk?

“Does everyone have a Japanese-styled table and a cushion? Please raise your hand if you don't have one.” 

There were around fifty students squeezing in this small little classroom, without writing tables. There were only tatamis, Japanese-styled tables and cushions. What new and luxorious facilities! I had known about this since my first year, but seeing it firsthand still shocked me.

“Sensei-----My cushion doesn't have any cotton in it.”

There were a number of students who complained about the faulty equipment.

“I see. Bear with it.”

“Sensei, the leg of my table is broken.”

“Did they give you some glue? Glue it yourself later.”

“Sensei, cold air is blowing in from the broken window..”

“I see. I'll report it to the school and request for plastic bags and tape to repair it.”

In the corner of the room, there were spiders freely making webs, and there wasn't a single spot on the wall that was clean or without graffiti. This is terrible, is this an abandoned house?

“If you need anything else, try to take care of it yourself...”

There was a smell of mildew filling up the classroom; it must be coming from below these old tatamis.

“Let's begin the self-introductions! We will start from the person sitting beside the corridor.”

When Fujihara sensei finished his speech, one of the students in the circle stood up and started to introduce himself.

“My name is Kinoshita Hideyoshi, a member of the drama club.”

It was Hideyoshi speaking.

He had a unique way of talking. With a slim body and loosely tied shoulder-length hair, at a glance ----- No, even when I looked at him carefully, his cuteness could easily make me, someone who knew him, think that he was a girl. That's right, that was Kinoshita Hideyoshi, my classmate from last year.

On the other hand, if he dressed up in a female uniform and changed his way of speaking, he would definitely be treated like a girl. This could happen easily in a class filled with smelly guys like this.

“So then, nice to see you.”

Hideyoshi smiled subtly, and ended his self-introduction. So... so CUTE! Wait a second, Yoshii Akihisa, don't fall for it! He's a guy!

“Tsuchiya Kouta…”

I was still mumbling the warning I had to give myself numerous times last year, when the next student had already started his self-introduction.

Who was it? Ah, I knew this guy as well.

He was still as reticent as usual. He didn't have a huge body, but you could see that he was good in sports from the muscles he had. I didn't know why he was so shy. Was it because he didn't want to stand out too much and get into trouble? Well, there were all sorts of people in the world.

However, I could only see guys in the classroom. Was it the same in the world that there were hardly any girls in the last class?

“...is my name. I grew up overseas. Although I can speak Japanese, reading is still a bit hard for me.”

While I was thinking, another introduction began.

“My English is very poor because I grew up in Germany. My hobby is ---”

OH! It was a girl this time; it was a precious treasure to the whole class. Finally, at least there was one girl in the class.

“My hobby is beating Yoshii Akihisa ☆.”

Who was it? Who had this special, extreme, and dangerous hobby?

“Hello---”

The person who was smiling and waving at me is---

“Ah, Shi---Shimada, it is you!”

“Yoshii, nice to see you again this year”

Another person I knew, and my natural enemy from last year---Shimada Minami.

Why? Why were so many people I knew in the same class as me? Wasn't it strange? Was this an example of, "Birds of feathers flock together?" I couldn't believe I was actually in the same level as these people!

“Nice to see you.”

Okay, it seemed the person in front of me had just finished, and now it was my turn.

I took a breath and rose up from the ground.

Let's start my self-introduction! The first impression was very important. In order to make a lot of good friends, I made sure to stress that I was a positive and optimistic person.

Suddenly, an idea ran through my mind. I decided to use a relaxing joke to start my speech. I tried my best to speak in a funny way, and started my self-introduction.

“Er, my name is Yoshii Akihisa; feel free to call me 'Darling.'” 

<big>'''“DAR--LING!”'''</big>

The chorus of rough voices was more disgusting than I could ever imagine.

“Sorry, I take back what I said! Nice to see you.”

Although I had a fake smile on my face and returned to my seat, I still felt like I was going to vomit. I never imagined that they would really call me that. Class F was really horrible.

Because of my feelings, the self-introductions never seemed to end.

Just when I nearly fell asleep from the monotonous introductions and names, someone opened the door. A girl stood at the entrance, putting her hand on her chest trying to catch her breath.

“I, I am sorry...I am la..late.”

“What?”

Everyone shouted, but this was expected. When something like this happens, anyone would be shocked.

“Actually, you're coming at just the right time. We are introducing ourselves now. Please introduce yourself to the class, Himeji.”

“O..OK! My name is Himeji Mizuki, nice to meet you....”

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Himeji used a voice even smaller than her petite body.

Her skin was as white as new snow. The long and soft hair at her back showed the gentle nature of the owner. With her cute appearance, she truly stood out in a class filled with guys.

However, her beautiful outlook was not why everyone was shocked.

“I have a question!”

One of the guys who had already introduced himself raised his right hand.

“Ah, ye...yes, what is your question?”

Being questioned immediately after stepping into the class room, Himeji couldn't hide her suprise and nervousness, but her actions were reminiscent of a cute little animal. It was so cute.

“Why are you here?”

What an impolite first question.

But this was the same question everyone in the class wanted to ask.

Her cute outlook did attract attention, but more importantly her marks were very high. She had the second highest score on the enrollment examination, and she was always among the top ten.

A good student like her shouldn't be in Class F. No matter whom you ask, the answer would be that she belongs in Class A.

“About this...”

With a nervous look on her face, her body stiffened up, and she said:

“I had a fever during the class division examination...”

After hearing that, the entire class nodded as if to say “So that's why.”

Leaving in the middle of the exam would result in a failing grade. In other words, she didn't finish the class division examination last year, so she was allocated to Class F.

Listening to Himeji's answer, many people in the class started to say their own excuses.

“Now that I think of it, I am allocated to Class F because of '''fever''' as well.”

“Yeah, it was chemistry, right? That was hard.”

“I didn't do well because I heard that my brother was involved in an accident.”

“Shut up, you singleton.”

“My girlfriend didn't let me sleep the night before examination.”

“Yeah, right. That's the biggest lie I ever heard.”

These guys were more idiotic than I could imagine.

“Nice... nice to see you.”

During the noisy discussion, she ran to the space beside Yuuji and I.  I never thought that I would be in the same class as her, never mind sit next to her. To be honest, my heart was beating wildly. She was really very cute, and it made me think that welcoming her in a lousy classroom like this should be a serious crime.

“I am so scared...”

Himeji sighed and lay on the table when she got to her seat.

Great! Since we were sitting so close together, this was a great chance to talk! Our love would start from this incident, and eventually we would become destined lovers. That's right; this first sentence would be the key to the door of our happiness and future together.

“Hime... ...”

“Himeji.”

Yuuji, who was sitting beside me, spoke up first and covered my voice. Damn you Yuuji! My future plan “From classmates to the red carpet of marriage---The spring that we met---Six hundred and fifty four episodes” ended without playing more than two minutes! What did you want me to show the audiences for the rest of the six hundred fifty three hours and fifty eight minutes!

“Y... Yes? Is anything wrong?”

Himeji looked at Yuuji, panicked, and carefully straighten out her skirt. Was it because sitting on cushion could easily wrinkle it?

“My name is Sakamoto, Sakamoto Yuuji, nice to meet you.”

“Ah, my name is Himeji, nice to meet you.”

She bowed her head deeply and gave a salute greeting. Her family education must had been very good.

“Well are you still feeling sick?”

“I would like to know too.”

I unwittingly cut into the conversation. I was sitting beside her during the class division examination, she didn't look too well at the time. I wondered if she felt better now.

“Yo... Yoshii?”

Himeji was shocked when she saw my face. Did you have to be so shocked like that? Was I that ugly? No way, this was impo----

“Himeji, sorry that Akihisa's ugly face scares you.”

What? What was going on here? Maybe Yuuji was trying to cover up for me, but he was only making it worse.

“That... That's not true! You see, my eyes are filled with energy, my face is slim and beautiful, I am not ugly at all! Actually I...”

“Now that you mention it, your face doesn't look bad at all! Actually, I know someone who's interested in you!”

What? I'd never imagined that Yuuji would have such good information. I needed to confirm this.

“Eh? Who is ...”

“Who... Who is it?”

Himeji's voice covered my voice. Well, it didn't really matter since we were asking the same question. It seemed like girls in this age were interested in topics like this.

“I remember. The name is Kubo---”

Kubo? Who was the girl with the surname Kubo?

“Toshimitu, I think!”

Kubo Toshimitu --> ♂ (Sex/MALE)

“......”

“Akihisa, are you crying secretly?”

I was stained now; I couldn't be a bridegroom anymore.

“Don't worry, half of that was a joke.”

“What? What about the other half?”

“Oh right, Himeji, are you feeling well?”

“I am fine now.”

“Yuuji, what about the other half?”

Since Yuuji was ignoring me, I raised my voice to catch his attention.

“You over there, silence.”

The teacher knocked the table a few times, the knocking sound served as a warning.

“Sorry---”

(Crashing sound)

Suddenly, the teacher's wooden table collapsed into wood chips. The table couldn't even take a few knocks, how bad did we have it here?

“....I'll get a new table to replace it. Please be patient.”

The teacher felt embarrassed and quickly stepped out of the classroom.

Once again I realized how lousy our equipment was.

“Ah ha ha...”

Himeji had a forced smile on her face.

Looking at her like this reminded me that people like Yuuji and I deserved to study in a classroom like this, but it must be hard for a student like her.

Well, it was our own fault for not performing well in the examination. Being able to take care of our own health was a kind of a strength as well. But being allocated to Class F just because of leaving the exam due to a fever was ridiculous. They should have at least given her another chance.

The anger towards the unfairness of the class division examination swirled up inside me. If that's the case, we should try our best in getting some better equipment for her.

I talked to the class leader who was yawning at the moment: “Yuuji, come here.”

“What do you want?”

“We can't talk here, let's go to the corridor.”

“Fine by me.”

I stood up and walked towards the corridor. At that time, Himeji and I somehow made eye contact.

“Well, what's up?”

It was homeroom meeting now and no one was in the corridor, so we could speak freely.

“About this classroom...”

Of course I meant this one.

“The class F classroom? It's worse than what I imagined.”

“You also think so, right?” 

“Of course.”

“Have you looked at Class A's equipment?”

“Yeah, it's so different from ours. I've never seen a classroom like that before.”

On one side was a classroom with a blackboard full of cracks, without even any chalk to write on it with. On the other side was a classroom with an expensive plasma TV. Nobody can accept a difference in treatment like this, right?

“I have an idea. Since we are second years now, let's have a 'Test Summoning War!'”

“A war?”

“Yes, and the enemy is Class A.”

“Why?”

Suddenly, Yuuji looked at me with wariness.

“Nothing special, it is just that our classroom is really lousy.”

“Don't lie to me. A person like you, who has no interest in studying, now wants to have a war over the equipment? We'd be more likely to win the lottery.”

Damn! His sixth sense was still as good as ever.

“No... No, that's not right! If I didn't want to study, I wouldn't have chosen this school---”

“You chose this school because it's cheap and has a good reputation in universities, right?"

No! I explained my reason to him before.

“Ah---That's----It's because....”

What should I do? I couldn't think of anything better.

“It's because of Himeji, right?”

Shock!

Since my real intention was actually for him to see through me, I unwittingly straightened my back.

“How... How do you know that?”

“You're so simple! I just tested you a bit, and you gave it away yourself.”

The wary looking eyes disappeared, replaced by Yuuji's smile. I was cheated!

“That's not the only reason---”

“Yeah yeah, you don't have to explain anymore, I totally understand.”

“I just told you, it's not what you think!”

Damn! I couldn't even communicate with this guy.

“Don't worry; even if you hadn't suggested it, I had already planned to declare war against Class A.”

“Huh? Why? Yuuji, you're not studying either, are you?”

That's why he didn't care about the class equipment.

“I just want to prove that marks don't mean everything.” 

“?”

“I even came up with a plan to defeat Class A----Oh, the teacher's back! Let's get into the classroom.”

Yuuji urged me to get in the classroom.

“Let's continue with the self-introductions.”

After bringing in the new table (this one was lousy too), the homeroom meeting continued.

“My name is Sugawa Ryou. My hobby is---”

The monotonous introductions continued as usual.

“Sakamoto, you're the last.”

“Roger.”

Yuuji answered the teacher's call and rose up from the seat.

He kept his usual kidding mode and walked slowly towards the podium, with the dignity of class leader.

“Sakamoto is the class leader for Class F, right?”

Facing Fukuhara sensei's question, Yuuji replied with a nod.

It was the perfect match, the worst class leader for the worst class. Instead of saying it's an honor, it might actually be a shame.

But Yuuji didn't think like that. He stood confidently on the podium and looked down at us.

“I am the class leader of Class F, Sakamoto Yuuji. You can either call me Sakamoto, or class leader.”

Most of the students in the class didn't really care about who he was, since he was only the least idiotic of the idiots in Class F. Most thought it was like the pot calling the kettle black.

“Now, I have a question for everyone.”

He looked into everyone's eyes, and spoke slowly.

Maybe it was because he got the timing right, everyone was looking at him now.

When he confirmed that he had everyone's attention, he moved his eyes to every corner of the classroom.

A classroom with the smell of mildew.

Old and dirty cushions.

Japanese tables with dirt left from sweats.

We followed his sight, looking at these one by one.

“Class A not only has air-conditioners, it also has adjustable chairs.”

He took a deep breath, and calmly said:

“Are you dissatisfied?”

<big>'''“Of course!”'''</big>

The cries from the souls of every member in class F rang through the corridor.

“Aren't you? Even I am dissatisfied with the current situation. As the class leader, I can see a big problem in here.”

“That's right!”

“No matter how cheap the school fee is, it is unthinkable to let us use such equipment! We must tell the school to improve it!”

“We pay the same fee as Class A, but the treatment is too different!”

Complains were coming from everywhere in the class.

“You are right. Therefore...”

Satisfied with the reaction of the classmates, Yuuji showed a fearless smile on his face.

“As a class leader, I have a suggestion.”

Showing his tiger-tooth to his fellow comrades, he stated:

“I plan to declare a 'Test Summoning War' against Class A.”

Class F leader, Sakamoto Yuuji, had ignited the flame of war.

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User:Chickenwing71x

2008-12-06T05:55:23Z

Chickenwing71x: New page: Just a random reader of novel translations here. I am a native speaker of English (American), somewhat competent in Spanish, and I have very limited knowledge in Japanese. I might be lo...

Just a random reader of novel translations here.

I am a native speaker of English (American), somewhat competent in Spanish, and I have very limited knowledge in Japanese.

I might be looking to do a little editing, but since I have never once posted in the forum, it's not very likely.

Talk:Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The First Question

2008-12-06T05:51:06Z

Chickenwing71x: New page: I'm not an official editor, but I'm looking to do more of it, and I did some minor typo fixes and changes to make it "flow" better. I have some questions/comments though: ---- "Class Div...

I'm not an official editor, but I'm looking to do more of it, and I did some minor typo fixes and changes to make it "flow" better. I have some questions/comments though:

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"Class Division" sounds strange. I think "Placement Test" would work much better, but since it's used so many times, I wanted to suggest it here.

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I believe "Gakuen" translates to "School" or "Academy". I believe replacing this with School or Academy would make the story more accessible, without needing any localization. Again, this is used frequently, so I wanted to suggest it here.

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"A sport type guy with light dark skin and short hair was standing there."

What is 'light dark skin'? Did you mean 'medium tone,' 'lightly tanned' or something like that?

I was thinking tanned because of this line later on:

“Ah, I am sorry. Err...Your skin is very dark today as well.”

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This one isn't as important, but are we using British or American English?

“What! Is my skin colour more important than you being late for school?”

British English is "colour", American English is "color".

It might help to pick either British or American for consistency, since a good amount of words are spelled differently. Again, this is a more major change, so I wanted to check with the main editor here first.

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The use of Japanese titles is not consistent. In one point, Nishimura-sensei is referred to as "Nishimura-sensei", but later on as "Sir." According to the tl note, "Nishimura-sensei was used because "Nishimura-teacher" sounds strange. If we wanted to make it more accessible, we could call him "Mr. Nishimura" (In English we add "Mr. Ms. or Mrs. before a teacher's family name) If you want to keep it as sensei, then we should also change his title later on from "Sir." to "Sensei"

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“Yoshii, you should be glad right? My opinion is really correct.”

This sentence confuses me. At the point the teacher says this, does he already know the result of the test? Otherwise, how would he know he was correct? And why would Yoshii be glad that he was put in class F?

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I know it's a big list, but I wasn't sure if I could make such big changes as just a random contributor. I made a good amount of smaller ones, but wanted to double check the bigger ones. I would like to see the translator or editor's opinion on this.

[[User:chickenwing71x|chickenwing71x]] 00:50, 06 December 2008 (EST)

Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju:Volume1 The First Question

2008-12-06T05:49:16Z

Chickenwing71x: Fixed a couple typos, and did a good amount of rewording. I submitted my edits wrong before... so here they are fixed.

“Eh---”

“What's wrong?”

“What Yuuji said just now, it's the Taika Reform, right?”

“You're a third year now, and you still don't know this? Shouko, you really are stupid.”

“We haven't been taught about that part yet, Yuuji you're just too smart.”

“It's easy to memorize, just remember: 'Accident Free Reform'[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_1]”

“Accident Free?”

“It's because no accidents occurred during the Taika Reform; make sure you remember that.”

“Okay.”

“It happened in the year 625.”

“Alright, I memorized it.”

“Good, make sure you remember.”

“Don't worry, I won't forget.”

------

First Question

Please answer the following questions:

When manufacturing a frying pan, magnesium is used as the raw material to reduce the weight of the pan. However, an accident occurs when it is used in cooking. Describe what happens, and name an alloy that could be used to replace magnesium.

Mizuki Himeji's Answer

“Using a flame to heat up magnesium will cause a violent chemical reaction, in which the magnesium catches fire; aluminum may be used to replace magnesium.”

Teacher's Comment:

Correct. The question asks for an alloy, so you can't answer “iron”. You weren't tricked.

Kouta Tsuchiya's Answer

“Because the gas bill wasn't paid.”

Teacher's Comment:

That is not the point of this question.

Akihisa Yoshii's Answer

“An alloy made in the future can be used (Because it is very hard).”

Teacher's Comment:

Even if it is very hard, you can't find it now, can you?

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We were welcoming the arrival of the second spring since we started at Fumitsuki Gakuen.

To welcome new students, both sides of the slope leading to the school building were filled with dazzling, flowering cherry blossoms. Even though I was not an elegant person who could appreciate flowers, I couldn't stop myself from being attracted to the beautiful scenery before me.

However, it was only for a very short time.

My mind was filled with thoughts of spring, not of cherry blossoms, but of the new classroom and students who will be with me throughout the year. In another words, it was all about my new class after the class divisions.

“Yoshii, you're late.”

In front of the entrance, a strong low voice called me. I turned my head and looked towards the source. An athletic man with light dark skin and short hair was standing there.

“Ah, Iron... no, Nishimura-sensei[http://www.baka-tsuki.net/project/index.php?title=Baka_to_Tesuto_to_Syokanju:Volume1_Translator%27s_Notes#Question_1]. good morning!”

“You almost called me 'Iron Man' just now, didn't you?”

“Ha ha, you're thinking too much.”

“Oh, am I?”

That was close; I nearly called him "Iron Man," just like before.

By the way, Nishimura-sensei got his nickname "Iron Man" was because of his hobby of entering triathlons. Of course, his habit of wearing short sleeves during winter also contributed to the name.

“A normal person shouldn't say 'good morning' in this situation!”

“Ah, I am sorry. Err...Your skin is very dark today as well.”

“What! Is my skin color more important than you being late for school?”

“I see, you're talking about that... Sorry I'm late.”

“You... you just never learn your lesson.”

He sighed and mumbled. From what he said, you would think I was usually late for school.

“Sir, I'm not usually late for school, am I?”

Nishimura-sensei was our homeroom teacher last year, so he should know that I was very punctual.

“Forget it, just take this.”

He took an envelope out of a box and handed it over to me. My name, “Akihisa Yoshii”, was clearly written on it.

“Ah, thank you.”

I simply nodded and took the envelope.

“But why does the school need to post the class divisions in such a troublesome way? Isn't posting it on the announcement board a better idea?”

Putting the results into individual envelopes, and handing them out one by one seemed very inconvenient.

“It is troublesome, but our school uses the most advanced system in the world, and this is required for it.”

“I see.”

I answered him and tried to open the envelope. Which class would I be placed in? I started to get a little nervous.

Here at Fumitsuki Gakuen, starting from second year, students are allocated into different classes, from class A to class F, depending on the class division examinations. To put it simply, geniuses would study in class A, and idiots would study in class F, with everyone else in between. You would know how smart someone is just by knowing his or her class placement. To protect my pride, I must not be placed into class F.

“Yoshii, to tell you the truth...”

“What?”

The envelope was glued shut, and I was still working on opening it.

“After observing you, I've been wondering: 'Could it be that Yoshii is an idiot?'.”

“Sir, you can't be serious. If you are, you should change your nickname to 'Moron'.”

It's not that I was overconfident. Though I didn't work very hard, I still did pretty well in the class division examination last year. I assumed that when he saw my results he would immediately change his opinion.

“Have you seen my results? I feel pretty good about it.”

“I do hope I was wrong.”

I gave up on opening it neatly, so after it was opened with a smooth tearing sound, I found a folded piece of paper inside.

Which class will I be in? Is it class D? Maybe class C?

“Yoshii, you should be glad right? My opinion is really correct.”

As I unfolded the paper, I read the all-important result:

“Akihisa Yoshii... ... ... class F”

“You really are an idiot.”

And so, my sorrowful school life began.

PuiPui:Volume1 Chapter1

2008-10-11T22:32:07Z

Chickenwing71x:

'''Chapter 1'''

The spring breeze blew refreshingly over the wide river's surface. The wonderful month of April was ending, and warm sunlight was breaking the glass surface of the water, glittering and shining across it.

Along the bank, soft green grass swayed in the wind. On the road above, a high-class convertible sparkled in the light as it drove past.

In the back seat of the convertible, wearing the elite Harusha's Private Academy Uniform, sat class 1-2's Zadou Sierra. Her long hair fluttered in the spring breeze as she sat upright, looking like a glass statue with her hands placed softly above her lap. She was the daughter of a prominent family.

The driver wore a black jacket and had a hat pulled low over the eyes. Next to Sierra, a middle school girl sat with a tense facial expression.

"Si...Sierra-sama's car, it really does feel nice to ride in, doesn't it?"

"Of course. Is your leg injury okay yet?"

Sierra smiled sweetly. With a smiling face like a blooming flower, her inner friendliness, elegance and grace came forth.

"Yeah.....or rather, it's just a scrape...."

The school girl who had an adhesive bandage stuck to her knee lowered her gaze apologetically.

"Negligence is forbidden. I think if you overdo a little injury, it'll get worse and cause a bigger problem."

"B-but, because Sierra-sama took me, I feel sorry for everyone in class."

"Everyone in class?"

"Because, Sierra-sama is admired by everyone...."

"Okay, then please. Take it as this upperclassman's selfishness, will you let me take you?"

Sierra put both of her hands together, entreating the school girl to comply while staring fixedly at her. With a pop the girl's face turned red.

"Ah, Uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm...."

The clearly flustered school girl just shrugged her shoulders in embarrassment, finally answering in a small voice.

"Ye, Yes....please do."

"Good. Then, please just relax. Would you like a pastry?"

Sierra reached into a velvet box, pulling out a high-class chocolate truffle. The girl had the opposite reaction however, instead becoming more nervous as her face flushed a deeper red, while her heart beat tightly against her chest.

Sierra's car continued along the road, while on the embankment below.....Araki Jin in his school uniform, was lying down amidst the tall swaying grass. His clearly determined eyes and taut well-tanned skin gave off a sort of hot and dry impression, like that of the desert wind.

As Jin used his school bag as a pillow, he read an archaeology book held closely to his lips. It contained pictures of a clay tablet with wedge-shaped characters engraved on it.

Utada Yuuya, Jin's classmate, also sat nearby. His skin and hair were weak in color, while he had a thin, frail frame. He wore headphones over his ears, with his slender eyes narrowed as he absentmindedly listened to the music.

"Ah......it's the Zadou's car."

Sierra's car continued driving on, while Yuuya blinked in an unfocused manner, muttering in happiness.

"Aaah, such a secluded young woman......She lives on a completely different level in this world, and there are a great deal of people who want to confess to her, but she's like that flower on the top of a mountain, oh how bittersweet."

"Ehh. Beautiful flowers can grow from plants on high mountains."

Jin's gaze was directed at his book, so he only responded in a simple manner. Yuuya lifted his eyebrow like the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/katakana katakana] character "ha", and took his headphones off from his ears, resting it on his neck.

"Flower on a high cliff, you don't even get it! We're talking about Zadou Sierra here."

"The name of this flower sure sounds like a human."

"You're slow and you're only making a shallow point. Zadou is a beauty and a celebrity who's very kind, she's a flawless Ojou-sama. Everyday, guys at the academy talk about how they want to confess to her, but since they're too scared to confess, they can only admire her from afar. Isn't it unbelievable that you don't know her?"

"My shoulder's been hurting since yesterday. Wonder what I should do."

So, without caring, Jin rubbed his left shoulder. He hadn't listened at all to the speech; Yuuya was stunned.

"Someone's talking here! Besides it's because you read books all the time, that's why your shoulder's hurting. You're like an old man."

"It's near the collarbone, and it feels like there is a chestnut in there grinding heavily."

"That's an inflamed lymph node you know......hey, why are promising students like us talking about such a depressing topic?"

"Yesterday, my shoulder finally reached an intolerable level. It felt like parasites underneath my skin were eating my flesh."

"How can you say that with such a calm expression? Surely it's because they come from inside the books stacked around our room. No joke, I've actually been hearing some rustling sounds at night as well. Don't you think it would be better if you went to the hospital?"

"Hnn......This cuneiform seems to be written in the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sumer Sumer] writing style."

"You're not listenin' to me again!"

"If you do that, then these symbols make......S-L-M-N..........Solomon?! Perhaps this clay tablet holds the key to 'Solomon's Treasure'?"

"What are you talking about Solomon's Treasure for?"

"I'm going back to my room, there's some stuff I want to check on."

Yuuya's words went unheeded as Jin stood up, grasped the book in his hands, and ran along the embankment path. Yuuya became confused as Jin had left his bag behind.

"Hey! Wait a minute! You forgot your bag!"

But Jin never heard those words. Half wanting to give up, Yuuya nevertheless picked up both their school bags, clutching them to his chest as he chased after Jin.

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Jin traveled one kilometer from the academy in order to reach Harushiya Academy's male dormitory, "Tachibana". The two-story dormitory gave off an old, historic feel as the roof was built with wooden roof tiles. Each room was set up so that two people from the same year would board together. Jin and Yuuya were roommates.

Their room had a bunk bed, an old-fashioned desk, and mountains of books burying cardboard boxes; so many that there wasn't even enough room to put one's feet on the ground. Digging into the mountain of boxes and books, Jin was searching for something.

"Well then......it must be buried somewhere around here."

"This is just like excavating."

Yuuya had just about given up after going through and classifying a bunch of books underneath the bunk bed.

"Geez......this room should be a place to relax."

"Ah, found it. The reference book to the Sumer characters......"

Jin gave a big pull on one book in the center of a mountain of books. The mountain of books swayed and wobbled, before tumbling on top of Yuuya.

"Gaaaah! It's an avalanche of booooks!"

Underneath the bunk bed, books had piled up. Jin ignored the "Ah", and without doing anything special, expressionlessly pulled a book out from under the bed.

"Hey, are you alive?"

As he extracted the book, a cloud of dust was released. Crawling out from inside the dust cloud, Yuuya coughed.

"Move it! By the way, where did all these boxes even come from! The only way they could have entered this dorm, is one by one."

Yuuya's body continued to struggle with the dust. But as Yuuya grew angrier, Jin, at his own pace, looked around the inside of the room without any emotion on his face.

"Even if you say that......all of these are important reference books."

"Then you should at least organize them!"

"I don't know about that. You think after they're organized, they wouldn't fall around like this?"

"It wouldn't be this bad if you had organized them!"

In Yuuya's madness, he pushed Jin's face down into the pile of books.

"I can't take it anymore! I can't live in a room like this!"

Yuuya picked up from the top of the desk, and held in his hand a small gadget......an MP3 Player, and after moving his headphones from around his neck, he stormed out into the corridor with heavy footsteps.

This normally calm and carefree guy was seriously upset.

"I'm going to the lounge, so you have one hour to organize this room. If you don't, I'm going to take a bunch of your things that are against the dormitory rules to the dorm supervisor and have a nice chat with him."

"How can you even make that kind of horrible joke?"

"You think I care! Forget about that, and hurry up with the sorting!"

Slaam! Yuuya had forcefully closed the door behind him. A bit thickheaded, all Jin could do was tilt his head to the side.

"What a wierd guy. Why's he so mad?"

Jin lifted his gaze to the mountain of books. There was no way to clean all of this in an hour.

"Well......for now I'll just do what I can. If I'm kicked out of here, I don't have any place to go..."

Slowly, Jin began opening the cardboard boxes. Inside, there were things like Arabic newspapers, clay pots, and fragments of pottery. Looking at all of that, Jin began to feel very tired.

"Haah. So Dad and the others didn't even try to organize any of it......Anyway, I'll start by separating things I need and don't need, and then I'll throw out the junk......"

Jin took out the newspapers from inside the boxes, spreading them out in stacks and tying them with cord into bundles. However, even while steadily tying the newspapers into an increasing number of bundles, the cardboard boxes did not seem to diminish. Even before he started with this tedious work, Jin had already been somewhat tired.

"......Geez, why do I have to keep doing this?"

Jin kicked a nearby box into the air. After the cardboard box collapsed on landing, the contents spilled out into the room. Amongst the fragments of broken earthenware and bricks, there lay a dully shining golden object. The strange metallic vessel looked like an water pitcher with an attached leg.

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Around the same time, Sierra had gone to the woman's dormitory, called "Sakura Dormitory," to drop off the middle school girl, after which she returned to her home.

Sierra's house was located in a very exclusive residential area, and was a quite noticeably large, stately mansion. Ten-thousand square meters had been used as the site for the construction of the large home. In the back of the property, there was a large tennis court, pool, and even a rose garden where exquisite flowers bloomed.

The automatic gate opened with the approach of the car. Just then, from within the mansion ten maids came flying out, rolling out a red carpet in welcome.

"A most welcome return, Ojou-sama!"

The employees in the mansion were all live-in workers. The maids wore lengthy, deep blue apron dresses with black tights, and wore loafers for footwear, while a headdress was affixed to the hair......the maid's uniform was old-fashioned and quite reserved. Circling the car as Sierra exited, they took her school bag.

"Now then, I will put the car into the garage. Until next time."

The driver bowed his head deeply. Giving an elegant smile, Sierra also bowed her head.

"Okay, Nicolai. Thank you for your hard work every day."

"Not at all. It is for Ojou-sama's sake."

The driver then took the car and brought it into the spacious garage by the side of the mansion. In the garage, some ten other high grade automobiles were parked. As Sierra walked atop the red carpet, the maids followed, rolling up the carpet as they went. The maids were all addressing Sierra in unison.

"You must be quite tired. Would you like an afternoon snack?"

"Thank you. I am alright for now."

"Is there any homework that you may have?"

"For home economics, my homework is to hand in an embroidered handkerchief."

"Understood. Then we shall call the world class designer from Paris shortly."

"Paris......that reminds me, how is Mother?"

Just then Sierra passed through the entry way to the mansion. The entry hall also had red carpeting, reaching up to the large stairwell. Along either side of the red carpet, another twenty maids and employees were lined up.

"A most welcome return, Ojou-sama!"

Said within the interval of a second, there had been no one off mark, as the twenty people spoke and bowed their heads in unison. After ascertaining that her mother was not within the arrayed group, Sierra inquired again.

"Marie. Is Mother still shopping in Paris?"

"She isn't. Today she went to watch an opera......she took the private jet when she left."

The head maid, Marie Savant, was respectfully bowing her head. Older than the other maids, she still had the appearance of being in her twenties, and her movements had the standard elegance of an Englishwoman, with no flaws in their perfection.

"What about Father?"

"He is in his room."

"I see. He's probably busy earning "money" again."

Huffing, Sierra took a deep breath. Within a moment, her expression returned to that of a big smile. However, Marie didn't miss the change......realizing, but pretending not to have noticed, she maintained a poker face with her response.

"Ojou-sama, would you like to have some afternoon tea?"

"Eh?......no, why do you ask me?"

Not sure why Marie would want her to take tea, Sierra could only tilt her head to the side in puzzlement. Seeing the maids off, Sierra started up the great staircase. At the top of the large staircase, the driver from earlier was waiting and, having taken off the black coat and hat, now wore a tailcoat.

"A most welcome return, Ojou-sama."

He, Nicolai Pavurof, was the Zadou House's Butler. Even though he was a butler, he was only in his twenties, and had an appearance that was tall and thin, with firm shoulders. He gave off an icy feel with his glinting blue eyes and platinum blond hair.

Standing atop the staiwell, Nicolai had not missed observing Sierra's thoughts and had seen her hasty smile.

"Ojou-sama. Are you at all tired?"

"No, but I should be saying that to you......I apologize for having you make another stop today. Looking after Father's health must also be very tiring."

"Not at all. Being a driver is a job that I enjoy very much after all."

As Sierra headed towards her room, Nicolai followed along at her pace. Sierra's emotions were weaving.

"Why are you following, Nicolai?"

"I had assumed it was Ojou-sama's intention that I should follow."

"I didn't really mean that......"

"Ah......then I deeply apologize. It's a course of upbringing."

Nicolai, in a small movement, quickly bowed his head.

"By the way, Ojou-sama......would you like some Russian Tea?"

"Marie also tried to give me some tea. Do you really want me to drink tea that much?"

"April's winds are still known to be quite cold."

Nicolai had tried to modestly hide from view his facial expression. However, Sierra had noticed his worry for her.

"That's true. Well then......I will gladly have some."

Sierra's expression changed. After confirming that, Nicolai bowed his head very deeply.

"Well then, I shall put the charcoal in the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samovar Samovar Teakettle]."

With that, Sierra turned back to her room.

The room was like an ultra high-class Hotel Suite in all its splendor. It had a bedroom and a living room, where in the bedroom was a queen sized bed with a canopy, while in the living there were three one-hundred inch plasma screen TV's. One was for television, another for games, and a third for videos.

Sierra tossed herself down on the sofa in front of the TV, starring absent-mindedly up at the ceiling. It was boring, with nothing to do. She thought about how she hadn't seen her parent's faces all week.

"Father, Mother......"

Facing up, she realized she was crying. Sierra quickly sat upright on the couch, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

Suddenly, something strange happened. Looking at her hand, Sierra noticed an unfamiliar white glove.

"Huh? When......did I, put on a glove?"

At that instant, Sierra's entire body was swallowed by a golden light.

Nicolai, with a silver Samovar Teakettle from the Romanov Dynasty, and a porcelain tea set, was pushing them down the corridor on top of a cart.

"Ojou-sama, excuse my impoliteness."

Nicolai knocked on Sierra's door. But, no reply came.

"......Ojou-sama. Sierra Ojou-sama?"

He called again, but there still was no reply. Pushing gently, he opened the door. Inside the room, strewn about atop the sofa, was a school uniform and a pair of shoes. It looked as if a body had simply vanished from within the clothes, while in the middle of sleep.

"It seems the uniform was removed. Well, that must mean......"

Nicolai turned his gaze to face the inner shower room. His normally stark white face, turned bright red.

"M, My most humblest of apologies!"

Nicolai hurriedly flew back into the corridor. He had thought Sierra was taking a shower. Rushing out, he caught his foot on the cart, smacking his face on the cart as he collapsed.

"......Mister Pavlov, what are you doing?"

In the middle of patrolling the mansion to supervise the maids in their work, Mary had stopped to inquire while glancing down suspiciously at Nicolai, who looked like a car-squashed frog lying on the floor. Sierra was nowhere to be found.

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Sierra was in an unfamiliar room.

Dust was piled on a great deal of old books, and there were boxes of bowls and heaps of newpapers.

"Wha, what is this....some kind of warehouse? How did I, come to this kind of place?"

"Y....you, who are you?"

Sierra turned her suprised eyes towards the bewildered voice. She was met with flashing eyes, which belonged to Jin. In front of him, a dull golden container in the shape of an water pitcher tumbled away.

"Y, you're, Araki Jin! Why, are you here?"

"Why you ask, this is my room!"

"Eh....your room? W, why....?"

"By the way, how come you know my name?"

"What was that? We're in the same class, so it's obvious right?"

"Eh....the same class?"

"No way, you don't know me? Me?"

"I transferred here from another high school, that's why."

"That's not the problem! April is over and yet you still don't know the names of the girls in your same class? I mean, how does someone in the academy not know me?"

Sierra angrily slapped her hand against her hip, then suddenly narrowed her eyes.

"......Ah, I see. This must mean, your eyes are bad? I thought it was strange. It's because you can't see me, that's why you're not making a fuss. Then it's agreed."

"Nope. Both my eyes are one/five."

"Hah? What's that, I don't believe it!"

"Why, when my eyes are so good, are you getting so mad. By the way, who are you really?"

"They're plain clothes, but when you look at this uniform, you still don't understand?"

"Uniform? It's okay but, our school prohibits part-time work."

"Part-time work? You, ever since before you've been saying things that I don't understand."

"But, isn't that an [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akihabara Akiba] Maid uniform?"

"Maid you say!? Even suggesting that I would ever be a maid is the biggest insult ever! Now apologize!"

Angrily facing Jin, Sierra glanced at her hands and became shocked. On her hand, she wore a white glove. Realizing something also felt different about her hair, Sierra lifted her hand to the top of her head. A lace headress was pinned in her hair.

"W......what is this?"

Losing her calm, Sierra looked down at her body. She was wearing a mini apron dress, with long knee socks. There was also a mini skirt, just revealing her white bottom. Normally Sierra was a very conservatively dressed Ojou-sama, so wearing the mini skirt caused her to blush a deep scarlet. She tried to pull tighter with both hands and managed to conceal her bottom a bit more.

"What's......with these clothes! Why am I wearing maid clothes!?"

"Idiot, you're too loud! After coming here, do you want everybody around to see you?"

[[Image:Puipui_vol01_027.jpg|200px|thumb|"W......what is this?"]]

"Besides caring if someone sees, why am I even here, I have no idea how I got here myself!"

"Stop yelling so loud! In this dorm, the rules are that no girls or pets are allowed. If they find you, I'll get evicted."

"Myse....don't compare myself to an animal! I didn't realize until just now, but I've had enough of your impoliteness!"

"I said your voice is too loud!"

"Could I request of you a little manners?"

"I'm begging you, please lower your voice."

"Will you do something for me?"

"If I can do it."

"Then die apologizing!"

"Sorry but, I think that exceeds the limits of what I'm capable of."

Jin said this in a harsh voice, devoid of emotion.

"Anyway, before somebody sees you, hurry up and get out of here."

"Until you die apologizing, I'm not moving."

Sierra seated herself in traditional Japanese style, with her face looking straight forward.

"Geez. Seriously, just give me a break."

Shifting impatiently, Jin finally accepted it and dropped his shoulders. Quickly, Sierra jabbed her finger at Jin.

"Guess there's no helping it, then I'll forgive you if you committ [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/seppuku seppuku]."

"That's not even different from earlier. You're so selfish, what kind of '-sama' are you?"

"Zadou Sierra!"

"That's a pretty straight reply......Wait, Zadou? Maybe it's, the one from the same class?"

Jin remembered what Yuuya had been talking about back at the embankment. Somehow having heard some of it, he recalled, they had been talking about an Ojou-sama.

"Isn't that what I said a while ago! Did Miso-chan enter into the brain in that head of yours?"

"Nope. It's just that you, differ from what I thought an Ojou-sama was."

"What was that?"

"It's just that, I didn't think an Ojou-sama would have such a bad mouth."

"None of your buisness! Appearing like a cat is so bothersome!"

"Wearing an anime character's clothes......I don't really understand society."

"Idiot, appearing like a cat is a metaphor. As a commoner, do you even understand?"

"It's because, you're wearing Akiba type clothes, it's [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/cosplay cosplay] right?"

Taken aback, Sierra dropped her gaze to her clothes, covering herself with both arms.

"I forgot......I was wearing maid clothes."

Standing up in sudden fury, Sierra began fervently scanning the inside of the room.

"Where's the exit? Someone like me wearing maid clothes, if someone came into this common room of yours that I knew, it would be the embarrasment of a lifetime!"

"Sorry for it being so common."

"I'd die of embarrasment from everyone's shock!"

"To each his own. But I've had enough of dying for now."

"If you can say that, then hurry up and tell me how to get out!"

"So nobody will see you when you leave, you'll have to exit through the window."

Jin pointed towards the window. With the window open wide, dust was blowing up from the books.

"What floor is this?"

"The second floor..."

"......There's no helping it then."

Pressing her lips tightly together, Sierra put her leg on the window. To Jin's astonishment, Sierra concentrated with her arms held at her back.

"Oi, you serious? The second floor is actually quite high."

"It's better than being embarrased!"

"Yeah but everyone has something they're embarrased about."

"Speaking of which, what's with your hand?"

Jin had crossed his hands in front of Sierra, holding her tight. He was dazed......as her body was unbelieveably soft for being so thin. Taking that chance, Sierra moved to the window and prepared to exit, when she felt something similar to an electric shock, which resulted in her falling back into the room with a loud crash.

"Kyaaa!!"

Sierra tumbled, landing with her bottom on top of the floor. Her skirt lifted up revealingly, and the flustered Sierra hastily pressed it down, sitting in traditional Japanese style. Kneeling next to Sierra, Jin wondered what had happened.

"Is it, fun to play by yourself?"

"W, Why couldn't I get outside?"

Sierra feverishly began scanning the room. Finding a door, she ran towards it. Confused, Jin could only stay still.

"Oi, wait, people will see you if you go into the corridor!"

Sierra grabbed the doorknob with her hand. But, again the same electric shock ran through her hand. Grimmacing, she looked at her hand. Why couldn't she even open the door?

"Why......"

At that moment, pouring out from the water pitcher's spout, a violet smoke was rising upwards.

"Kyaa, it's poison gas!"

Sierra grabbed onto Jin, terrified. He gave a painful grimace.

The violet smoke began to take on the form of a human. A man wrapped in a red silk gown, holding a brandy glass in one hand, was spinning upwards. Wearing a ring on one finger, a necklace, and an earing, Jin's eyes reflected all the sparking jewelery.

"Wh......what's with this flashy old guy?"

Still hanging onto Jin, Sierra's voice was filled with disbelief.

"Fa......Father?"

"Eh, your father?"

Understanding less and less, Jin furiously rubbed his eyes.

"So your fashion sense, it's hereditary?"

"I'm not wearing the maid set because I like it! That and, what's some commoner doing, being so overly farmiliar!"

Sierra was flushed deep red, as she thrust Jin forcibly aside. Pushed aside, Jin just raised his eyebrows.

"Obviously, I wasn't the one touching you right?"

Picking up the water pitcher, and with a friendly expression, Sierra's father extended his hand out to Jin.

"So, you're the new master huh. I'm counting on you."

"Wha......? Is it because of my weak understanding, that I have no idea what you just said?"

With all his strength, Jin glared hard at Sierra's father. Sierra was doing the same, as she snapped.

"What the heck are you saying that for, father! Bowing your head to a commoner, I can't believe it!"

Sierra's father, wagging his index finger back and forth, showed Sierra the water pitcher.

"Sierra, do you have any idea what this is?"

"It's a pot used to make curry sauce."

"Ah. So that was the name of the thing you put curry into."

A hand slapped Jin from behind. Sierra was moving around, with scornful eyes.

"It's because a commoner doesn't have one in his house, that's why you don't know it's real name."

"Quit with the commoner thing! Even I know that the word for the laddle you use with shredded ice is called a 'kanrojyakushi'.

"Shredded ice you say? Ah, how distasteful. The upper class term is a frappe."

"Regardless, how did a parent and child like you get into this dorm?"

"It's not a pot to make curry sauce. This, is a lamp," Sierra's father said. Without interest, Jin gave a weak aknowledgment.

"I see, like a lamp that has a flame."

"It doesn't have a flame."

"Then it's just junk."

"It doesn't have a flame, but the lamp does have a genie."

Sierra's father had drawn very close to Jin's face, speaking in a serious tone. For a word like that, it took Jin awhile to have it register in his brain.

"......right now, listen to this strange story."

So, Jin used a finger to clear his ears. Sierra had also anxiously turned her eyes towards her father.

"Father......what will you do if there are losses in your share trading?"

"Sierra. Until now, why is it that I never had to go to work to earn money.....it's different than the explanation about trading stocks."

"Eh? Father, you weren't buying and selling stocks on the internet?"

"The things in our house, the white personal jet, all of these I used magic to make appear!"

Sierra's father beat his own chest. For several seconds, both Jin and Sierra were completely silent.

"......But even so, the official name has to be "curry pot."

""Kanrojyakushi" I didn't know that one......"

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"Oi Oi Oi! Don't leave me out!"

Grabbing Sierra's back, her father turned her around.

"The Genie of the Lamp really does come out, just like in "Arabian Nights". As a part of our family heritage, the Zadou House has the blood of that Genie of the Lamp!"

"Eeeh."

"I'm serious! The Genie of the Lamp, using magic, can make all sorts of things appear!"

"Yeah, I see. It's just like Papa says."

"Don't stare at me with such a pitiable expression!"

"That's because, who could believe something like that?"

"But it's true! The abilities of a Genie of the Lamp are handed down to the next generation. And when the next generation finds their "master", the parents lose their abilities."

"Master?"

Sierra's face stiffened as she turned her eyes towards Jin. He was taken aback, as Sierra's father pointed at the lamp in his possession.

"Then maybe......that's a magic lamp?"

"What slow comprehension..."

"Yeah but, I was just cleaning my room."

"But you rubbed the lamp at that time?"

"That's because it was dirty."

"Then that's why you are officially Sierra's Master."

"I don't believe it! Why do I have to be the servant of this commoner!"

Sierra's father turned her around with the flat of his palm,

"Sierra. Put you hand in your apron's pocket."

He said, while pointing at her pocket. Thrusting her hand into her pocket, Sierra pulled out a thin book, resting on her palm. She blinked in surprise.

"This book, what is it?"

"It's a magic tome which has been handed down in our family for generations. It seems you are a magic maid."

The front cover of the book had the design of an arabesque of the Arabian Wind, while the inside was blank. Turning the pages, Sierra knit her eyes in confusion.

"There's nothing written here."

"Because the ability of the Genie of the Lamp transferred to you, the magic book I was holding moved to your working clothes, where at that moment, all the information stored was reset. As you level up, the skill of your magic will increase. And when you reach the status of a full-fledged Genie of the Lamp, you will be released from your Master, and will no longer have to wear your working outfit, and you will be able to always keep the magic book with you."

"Level up?"

"So make sure you fulfill all of the wishes of this boy's heart."

"W......why, does someone like me have to do that!"

"I refuse as well, don't force your own selfishness on someone to be some kind of servant. The rules of this dorm are really strict, people can't have too many personal possessions around, and women and pets aren't allowed here."

Desperately, Sierra was glaring at Jin.

"That's what's rude! Comparing me and pets on the same level!"

"Well I'll get evicted if I break any of the rules!"

"Father, I can't even believe you'd want me to work for this rude commoner!"

"You have become a magic maid have you not?"

"I don't want to be some kind of maid who uses magic for any length of time! Let's go home!"

With her feet making loud stomping noises, Sierra began to leave the room. But, Sierra's father grabbed her by the nape of her neck, pulling her back to her place.

"Wait wait wait, Just wait a moment! Because you haven't used magic yet, It could be troublesome!"

"What is it. There's no need for magic, we can buy anything with the money we have."

"That-is-why! That money, all of it was conjured by magic!"

"Eh!"

Sierra's face was in the prime of utter fury. As she stood dumbfounded, her father just nodded his head at her.

"Looks like you finally get it."

"So......you can't use magic anymore which means, there is no money anymore?"

"As of this minute, it's over."

"Nooo! S......So I'll have to become this commoners companion!?"

Sierra underwent a violent shock, collapsing onto the flooring. Jin turned his astonished gaze towards the jangling jewelry of the father.

"It's not really a problem. But the fact that your father's jewelry hasn't disappeared, must mean that, the conjured items won't just disappear, right?"

"But, after spending the money, it's gone! Without hiring any employees, how is my hair going to get combed every morning!?"

"Use a brush, and comb it yourself."

"Your reply, why is it always so [[PuiPui:Volume1_Translator's_Notes|abzurd!]]"

"I don't have the self confidence to win against your absurdity......"

Jin was tired of Sierra's previous panic, yet wasn't very stressed.

"Anyway, just take that ring to a pawnshop and trade it for some money, after that just start being thrifty."

"PAWNSHOP! THRIFTY!"

Raising her head, Sierra had screamed in a high pitched voice.

"I swear upon my pride as an idol, to never accept such a commoner's proposal!"

"Exactly, just like I did, all you have to do is conjure money and you can level up!"

"As I thought, money drives people crazy."

Jin muttered, taking a breath. Sierra turned her gaze towards him.

"B, but......he'll end up with nothing."

"Don't listen to him."

"The Genie of the Lamp doesn't get to choose the master. Well, don't feel too disappointed."

Puffing his cheeks out, Sierra's Father tried to comfort her, clapping his hand on her shoulder.

"Also, before someone can really become the Genie of the Lamp and get released, it's necessary to serve the Master. Doing that takes patience."

"Before someone reaches that point, about how long does it take?"

Sierra asked, clinging onto her father. His responded by simply shrugging his shoulders.

"Who knows?"

"How can you be so relaxed?"

"For my father and I, it took hundreds of years before the Genie of the Lamp was called out to do something."

"Ehhh?"

"Most likely, the lamp was buried or something. This time, your Master called you out which means the Magic Book was reset hundreds of years."

Listening to that, Jin stopped dropping his chin to his hand.

"......But, isn't it weird that the Genie of the magic lamp is in Japan?"

"Hmpf. The studying of commoners is insufficient."

"Apart from your daughter, for an adult to have that kind of tone, it really annoys me."

"Did you learn how in the eighth century the silk road was used to transport articles of clothing and such? In the past, Japan and Persia traded as well. Back and forth from Persia along the silk road, the Magic Lamp finally made it here to Japan."

"I don't believe it! Why am I being pulled into poverty!?"

Clenching both fists, Sierra had snapped at her father. He turned around, defiant.

"Don't think you're the only victim here! Because I can't use magic, I'm also in quite a bind!"

"So father, does that mean you're still a servant?"

"I used a sacrifice to separate. To the end, you will be this little falcon's servant, so do your best because the fate of the Zadou House's finances rests on your shoulders, Sierra."

"Yeah but......what is it I have to......"

Sierra was still hesitating. Jin was trying to appeal to her father.

"Oi, don't disregard what I have to say! Why aren't you listening to people? You can't be here, because this is a dormitory!"

"You're still young. Just blow off the rules the adults have!"

"Saying stuff with an expression like that, if you don't want to get chased, don't say things like that."

"My circumstances aren't great either. You don't have an agreeable personality, boy."

"Why am I a problem child?"

"That's enough, boy!"

Sierra's father brought his face in very close to Jin's chest, with a startling expression.

"When I got married, I promised my wife that I would provide her with money forever. Since there's no more money, there'll be a divorce."

"So you can buy love with money?"

"Well, if you pay a lot."

"That's like, fake then."

"Quit talking! Because the divorce is your fault, I hope your whole life is cursed!"

"How selfish......"

Jin was astonished at the pressuring force exerted by Sierra's father. With a frantic appearance, Sierra tapped on her father's shoulder.

"Father, is it true you'll get a divorce? That's awful!"

"Well then, let this be a secret for just the three of us. The wife can never know about this."

Glaring at Jin, Sierra jabbed her finger at him.

"Commoner! From today on you will be my Master! I'm going to level up, and return back to being a regular idol!"

"D, don't go deciding things on your own! I keep saying girls aren't allowed in here, even so, who would want
someone as selfish as you......!"

"Now, tell me your wish! Spit it out!"

Ignoring Jin's objection, Sierra grabbed both of his shoulders, and pushed him over the top of the mountain of
books. Long hair went over Jin's face, tickling him. It was extremely painful with his back pushed into the books.

"Th, that's not the attitude you should have towards your Master!"

"Shut up, you only have the status of a commoner!"

"Wait a minute, Seirra. You need to gauge your Masters satisfaction if you want to level up, so don't be so rough."

"'Satisfaction Gauge'...what's that?"

"It's just like it sounds."

Grabbing Jin's arm, Sierra's Father helped him up.

"Boy, boy. All you have to do is say 'ChiChinPuiPui'."

"Sorry but, I'm not that kind of happy careless person with no hobbies."

"You sure have a lot of pride, huh...."

"I don't have much pride, but it's normal to not say that right?"

"It's fine just say it."

"I'd rather die than say it!"

"What a troublesome guy! You want to eat the ingredients of a canape!"

"Let's just have a fashionable cooking party with an idol."

"You'll say it; so say it!"

Sierra's father had drawn himself up. A little more and he would have added two centimeters to his height. Jin broke under his stature.

"......Can't get out of it so...ChiChinPui......pui......"

As expected of throwing away his dignity, Jin's last word was very small. Sierra's father then took his hand, and
placed it on top of Sierra's head, making rubbing motions.

"......Eh."

At that moment, Sierra was wondering what was happening. In the next moment, a high pitched scream arose, as Jin's hand moved around.

"Kyaaaaaaa! What is your filthy commoner's hand doing on my head! Someone's going to have use shampoo to disinfect it!"

"It's true I should wash my hands, but you don't have to go that far......"

Jin muttered in a hard voice. The headress Sierra was wearing was giving off a weak shine. Sierra's Father gave a heavy sigh.

"Look. You're making the Master extremely displeased, as the satisfaction gauge hasn't gone up even a little."

"Why, why is it shining?"

"As the satisfaction gauge goes up, the intensity level of the light will go up."

"Father, could you explain it normally?"

"Look, if you want a Master's mood to change, start by going into the kitchen and calling out "Master!"."

"Huhm......"

Sierra turned her puzzled eyes towards Jin.

"T......to this commoner, I have to......"

"Look here, if you keep up with that depressing face, your Masters satisfaction level is going to go down even
further. Practice saying, "Did you call me, Master?"."

Like a musical conductor, Sierra's Father raised his finger with a wave. Jin then unexpectedly yelled.

"Don't call out something like that! Just go home!"

"Ca......call out, you say......"

Sierra's face was flushed deep red, as she had one hand closed into a fist on her chest, while shaking. Sierra's
father laughed, nodding in satisfaction.

"Good, one more time. Next say, "Master"!"

"M......ma......mast......"

Sierra sounded like a broken CD replaying but, she finally lost her patience, screaming out.

"Ahh geeez! Why do I have to say something like this!"

Steadily, something sounded against the wall. In shock, Jin turned his face. It had come from the wall of the next
room over.

"Hey, Araki, it's Yutada. You're too loud!"

"Ah......s, sorry."

Jin apologized quickly, and putting his finger to his lips, made a "Shhhh" sound.

"You can't make noise! It'll be a problem if a girl was found in here, so just get out already!"

"Can't do that. Until something is done for the Master, it's impossible to leave."

Listening to what her father said, Sierra remembered how when she had tried to leave the room before, she had somehow been unable to leave the room.

"I can't......go home......?"

"No way......! Yuuya will be coming back any time now, what do we do!"

"That's what I should be asking! With these embarrasing clothes that make me look like a common servant to you, if I was ever found in this dirty room I would be so embarrased that there's no way I could go to school!"

"I'm troubled as well! If the Genie of the Lamp's secret was ever found out, the wife......the wife......!"

Sierra was in a rage, while her father was worrying heavily. Jin hid the picture of his shock.

"The two of you really don't get what I'm saying."

"A, anyway, the job dictates that something has to be done before we can go back!"

While Sierra was talking, she had begun taking the books that were lying in piles on the floor, and tossing them
into the trash bin. With Sierra doing this all of a sudden, Jin became surprised.

"Heey! What do you think you're doing!"

"It's filthy trash, so I'm throwing it away."

"If you'd recognize this stuff, you'd see that none of it's trash; these are all things sent from my Father and his team's excavation."

"Excavation?"

"My father and his group are in the Middle East for Solomon's......no, that has nothing to do with this!"

"So it doesn't look like garbage. Commoners, they really don't throw anything out do they."

"It's not my fault! Anyway, don't touch!"

"It's because, without any work, the Genie of the Lamp won't be able to level up! It's because you don't have a wish, so it can't be helped!"

"Then, do something to heal my shoulder."

"Have you gone to a Hospital?"

"You're not really helpful."

"Shut up! Commoners really should be quiet!"

On the other hand, Sierra had picked up a cardboard box. At that moment, holding the box with the her hands, some kind of furry thing sprung up; as an animal with red and black spots scurried to run away:

"KYAAAAAAAA!"

With a scream, Sierra scrambled to the top of a pile of books. With her voice filling the region with half the level of
ultrasonic waves, Jin spontaneously plugged his ears. Sierra screamed while looking at Jin from the top of the books.

"Spider! A spider came out!"

"What are you saying, this is something you can do."

"Disgusting, things like spiders are disgusting! Just, hurry up and exterminate it!"

"Why are you giving your Master an order!"

Jin yelled at Sierra. Again, someone beat against the wall.

"Araki! Quit being so loud! Just now, that almost sounded like a girls voice!"

"A, Ah, it's because a spider appeared."

Jin replied automatically, with a loud voice. The response that came next sounded disdainful.

"Screaming like that because of a spider, what a weak person!"

"What's wrong with calling out like a weak person?"

With a jolt Jin turned his face towards Sierra's father. Sierra's father was in shock, hiding behind a pile of books, as
his entire neck shivered.

"I, it's not like Sierra won't level up if I don't help!"

"......Geez. The both of you, just what did you come here for."

Jin slumped his shoulders in exhaustion, as he picked up the spider. Goosebumps sprang up all over Sierra, as she
put her hands to her face, yelling.

"Kyaaa! I can't believe you actually picked it up!"

"Spiders are good creatures that eat harmful bugs, but people still kill them."

Jin opened the window, tossing the spider outside. The spider started a thread from the second floor window, and descended like a drop of water into the yard below. Closing the window, Jin turned his voice to Sierra.

"Look, it's not chasing you anymore."

"Wa, wait, what are you going to do with that hand!?"

"What about my hands?"

"The spider was moving around on your hand! Use soap and clean your hands!"

Sierra bellowed from the top of the mountain of books. Thinking "my gosh," Jin followed the nagging order, went
over to the washbasin in the room, and cleaned his hands.

"Look, they're clean. Now hurry and get down from there."

Shaking the water from his hands, Jin spoke in a careful voice. However Sierra was still shaking.

"No way, it's not like the spider can't walk back into this place! Kill it with a rag or something!"

"That's it, actually kill it the second time, boy!"

"Quit with the stupid orders! I don't know who the servant is anymoooore, just go back already!"

With a headache, Jin continued to look at Sierra continue to stay on top of the books. She was crying.

"Bu......but that's just it, until I do a job I can't go back!"

"And like Sierra, I can't go back until she goes back."

"I didn't ask that!......By the way, eh? Why can't you go back either?"

"When Sierra came through the lamp, the dimension space remained open for a while, allowing things to cross over. I came through that gate, but the gate has already closed."

"Even if the gate's closed, just walk home."

"I don't have shoes."

Sierra's father spoke, while showing off his feet. He was only wearing slippers. Having come from inside his own house to Jin's room, he hadn't even changed his footwear. Jin's next words were biting.

"Go back in your slippers!"

"Wait, if Papa goes back, what do I do!"

Sierra had put her anger aside, and with anxiety showed a face that looked close to crying. Her lips were trembling.

"You want to clean the floor?"

"I'd die first!"

"Then what should we do."

Jin turned his gaze towards a clock on the wall. The hands pointed to five-thirty.

''When Yuuya went to the lounge, he had said he would return in and hour......it's already been almost an hour.''

"Can't be helped....you, what are you able to do?"

"I can sing. Would you like me to give you my opera performance?"

"It would be bad if you were to use a loud voice and be found out, don't you get this yet?"

"Then, shall I give this room a flower arrangement?"

"Thanks. That's really problematic."

"What a selfish commoner!"

"Neither are good! Anyway, just get off the books for now!"

Jin had lifted his gaze to Sierra standing atop the mountain of books, when, at that moment, all movement stopped. From below, he had seen under the skirt, to the ruffling frills and lace that were part of the petticoat. Jin stiffened in that moment of realization, as Sierra descended from atop the mountain.

"W, what are you looking at, you lowly commoner!"

"It just happened! Besides, didn't I tell you to get off already."

Sierra and Jin glared at each other. When all of a sudden a knocking came from the door. Jin was shocked.

"Ooi, Jin, is everything in order?"

"Crap......Yuuya's back already."

Jin pushed a hand against his brow, breathing heavily. Sierra just looked at Jin in anxiety.

"Yuuya......Utada Yuuya from class? He's coming into this room?"

"He's my roommate that's why. This isn't good......"

"Th, this isn't good is all you can say! What are we gonna do?"

Sierra had become quite pale. A key wasn't needed to open the door. Thinking hard, Jin franticly rushed to gather
cardboard boxes which he set in front of the door.

"Wait a bit, Yuuya! There's alot of stuff in front of door right now!"

"Ehh?"

His voice show dissatisfaction, Yuuya turned the door knob. But because of the barricade blocking the door, the
door didn't open. For the moment Jin let out a sigh from his chest.

"What is it, is the room still not put in order? Do you want me to talk to the dorm leader after all?"

"Wait wait wait! Just a bit more and I'm done, seriously!"

"Really~?"

Sierra's father was looking around the room. In the middle of blocking the entrance, and not having tidied up before, the room was in a terrific state. Moving around, Jin glared at him.

"And who's fault is it!"

"It's fine if there's only a little more to go, so just let me in. Because the radio program is about to start."

In a hurry, Yuuya banged on the door. Jin turned his eyes towards the top of Yuuya's desk. Textbooks were all lined up along a bookstand, across from which there was a CD Player.

"You listening, Jin? Open up right now, open up!"

Yuuya was making a rucus beating on the door, and from the surrounding rooms other boarding students began emerging.

"Utada, what are you doing?"

"Jin's shut himself up in the room."

"Oi, Araki! How long have you been doing this!?"

The corridor was filled with people talking. Sierra was waving both hands in all directions.

"Wh, what are we going to do! If all those people set their eyes in here, no way......!"

"Whatever happens, because the room isn't organized, I'm going to get evicted from the dorm. I can't take anymore......"

In a depressed mood, Jin sat down where he was. With a desperate expression Sierra grabbed his chest, bringing it close to her face. Surrounding Sierra was a pleasant, soapy scent.

"You need to pull yourself together, I can't leave until that happens! Hurry up and just tell me to do something! You're the Master aren't you!"

"At any rate, I'll just say something bad again."

"Then, I won't disagree with whatever job you give me!"

"That's the spirit of a servant!"

"Jin, they're going to come in!"

Yuuya heaved his body against the door, causing a deep sound to ring out.

"Yeah, help me out!"

"One~Two~Three!"

Saying that, the boarding students all together rammed against the door. Made of wood, the entire old dormitory shuddered as the glass rang with the sound. Surprised, Sierra's face began to shed tears.

"It......it's no use anymore. It's no use."

Losing all the overbearing might she had up until now, Sierra sat down in despair. She had such high pride, but until now she had never gone through such a humiliating experience. She looked like a small trembling bird, and Jin couldn't help but start to pity her.

"......It can't be helped. It's all right, I'll think of something."

"Really you will?"

As Jin looked into Sierra's eyes, he noticed her brimming tears. He relied on those eyes. Heavy pressure began building in Jin's chest. He started to regret having said that, as Sierra clasped both of her hands to her chest in hopeful dependence, appearing as if she were praying. But there's no way he could betray her now.

As the frame of the door continued to be pounded against, and the loud sounds created continued on, Jin began getting frantic, but continued to think. Suddenly, a light flashed on inside his head. "Because the radio program is about to start." With a flashback Jin remembered Yuuya's words.

"That's it! This isn't something difficult, so you should be able to do it."

Jin gestured towards the CD Player on top of Yuuya's desk.

"Zadou. Could you turn the radio cassette on."

"Radio?"

Sierra worriedly had her hand by her mouth, and relying on this she was looking around.

"What's a radio cassette?

"The thing over there!"

Pushing his forehead in exasperation, Jin dragged Sierra over.

"The mechanism on top of the desk! Press the blue switch!"

"Blue switch? W, wonder if it's this."

"Sierra, since you're a Genie of the Lamp, say "Leave it to me, Master" over there!"

Sierra's father spoke to her from behind. Jin quickly ran over and plugged up his mouth.

"You're going to confuse her even more, so don't say useless things!"

"Uhmm.......blue Master......"

"Look, you confused her!"

Jin put him in a stranglehold for having spoken to her.

"The blue switch! It's the one furthest to the right!"

"Ah, t, this one?"

With a slender finger Sierra pushed the button. With a red LED light showing that power was connected, a DJ's voice came flying out with strength.

"Hey ma~n! It's Chekira! To all you listeners, you ready Yo! Until Nine o'clock today, it's Chekira~Uto!"

"Ah! It's on!"

Sierra unintentionally smashed her hand. Jin also slapped his hand to his chest. Also feeling the same relief as Sierra, her father pushed her in front of Jin.

"Now, Sierra! Don't hesitate! Before your Masters satisfaction goes back down, measure the satisfaction gauge!"

"Ah, y, yeah. Just, hurry up and lightly brush my head!"

Sierra seemed to have changed, she was now moving in on Jin. Acting like this so suddenly, Jin was bewildered.

"So, why are you acting like a beggar this time?"

"Forget it and hurry up! That guy is going to come in here any time now!"

Sierra had previously shown such pride, so what she was doing now showed just how desperate she was. Jin reluctantly moved his hand to her head. Earlier having said "Dirty hands of a commoner" with dislike, and not wanting to be touched, Jin was now gently stroking her head.

"Boy, right there say "ChiChinPuiPui♪"!"

"I, I got it! ChiChinPuiPui!"

Becoming desperate, Jin recited the incantation nearly screaming. Then, Sierra's headdress atop her head, began shining brightly. Her eyes showing surprise, Sierra touched the headdress.

"......Wait. This is it?"

"The indispensible satisfaction gauge hasn't even leveled up above ten percent."

With a sigh, Sierra's father took a deep breath. Angry, Sierra grabed hold of Jin, screaming at him.

"Wait! What's with this? Be more grateful!"

"All you did was push in a switch on a radio cassette, and you get this violent, you look like you drank a boiled dirty fingernail."

"I didn't have to push the switch you know! Someone like me should be telling a commoner like you to do it for me!"

"A~h Gee~z, just shut it! And go home!"

"Telling me to shut it, what an impertinent commoner! Fine then, I'm going back! I don't want to stay in this spider infested place any longer!"

The moment Sierra shouted, the lamp began to shine. Sierra's figure was surrounded by smoke, and in the next moment, all was sucked into the lamp. The lamp lit up the surroundings, revealing a vague, circular type illusion giving off light. With a look of glee, Sierra's father jumped into the circle.

"Finally, I can go back with this! Boy, next time show Sierra more appreciation!"

"I'll bet you 1,000,000 peso's I don't."

Jin muttered, as Sierra's father disappeared.

"Let me in, Jin! The radio program has already started you know!"

From outside the door, Yuuya raised his voice. The door was opening easily, little by little all the boarding students
were pushing against it, as the barricade of cardboard boxes started crumbling down. They would break in shortly, so in that case......Sierra had been swept into the rainbow colored space. Yuuya had told the dorm head that the boarding students were trying to break down a barricade to see what was going on in a room, and that person would definitely come through the entrance way. Whatever happened, he wouldn't be able to stay in the dorm any longer.

"Well then....from tomorrow on, wonder where I should sleep."

Having given up and satting down in a sulking mood, he dropped a book to the ground. Suddenly, that book was pulled into the rainbow colored circle, vanishing with a swish. Jin opened his eyes wide. "When Sierra came through the lamp, the dimension space remained open for a while, allowing things to cross over."...Jin remembered what Sierra's father had said.

"That's it!"

Jin leaped up, grabbing every box and tossing it into the rainbow dimension space. The cardboard boxes all vanished with a pretty swooshing sound.

"All right, now everythings been removed from here."

Feeling a hundred times more energetic, Jin was surprised with the horsepower he exerted, as both the books and carboard boxes had by now all gone into the rainbow space. Until now, he had been quite depressed, but as each box vanished with a swoosh, Jin would gloat, until finally the entire room was clean. From the corridor, all the boarding students' voices could be heard. It was definitely heating up out there.

"Next time hit it with everything you've got everybody!"

"Yeah! One, Two~, Three!"

All the boarding students rammed into the door with all their might. However, he had already removed the barricade.

"KYAAAA!"

With a crash, the ten boarding students and their leader crashed in through the door that wouldn't open earlier. Inside the clean and sparkling room, Jin's put on a straight face.

"Didn't I tell you. just a little more and I'd be done."

"Ow ow ow ow ow, why did that take so much effort."

Numbering one of many, Yuuya lifted his pale face.

"......Woah. It really got cleaned up."

Yuuya looked around with his eyes squinted as thin as a thread.

"Yo, ma~n! It's time for requests Yo, It's radio name "Aitzu Wakahotsu" Yo! Chekira!"

Within the silent room, only the bustling radio made any sound.

Talk:PuiPui:Volume1 Chapter1

2008-10-10T18:53:36Z

Chickenwing71x: /* Discussion */

== Krikit's Stuff ==

I'm just doing this for my records, and I will continue to update it. If you want to check my progress translating, yet there are no updates to read, check here. (woops, messed up...I've uploaded up to page 28 to the wiki, but it's only 18 pages in. text starts on page 11, not page 1.)

=== Uploaded to the Wiki: ===

Chapter 1: '''31/49'''

=== Total Translated: ===

Chapter 1: '''45/49''' Pages (October 11th, 2008 2:05am Tokyo +9:00)

== Discussion ==

with the "kettle" i believe most people would know what a "magic" lamp looks like, FYI its an oil lamp, this would also make more sense in line with the theme of the book unless they aren't meant to know what the lamp is yet...

[[User:Speerous|Speerous]]

Hmmm, I see your point, and actually, it makes alot of sense. The only thing I can think of, is the word "lamp" is too much of a give away....but if it was "oil lamp" giving it another purpose, that could actually really help with it's description. The manga Shadow is translating, shows the lamp in it's images, so it is kind of a give away ^_^. And the part I just translated too....I think yeah, we should at least know it's an "oil lamp." Anybody out there want to go through the text and edit it for this? change any "kettle" sections, to "oil lamp?" (be careful, Nicolai uses a teakettle, of russian style, when making Sierra's tea, that really is a kettle :). But yeah, if someone wants to change it, go for it.

[[User:Seaghyn16|Krikit]] 09:17, 28 September 2008 (PDT)

"a dull golden shining object."

An object can't be both dull and shining at the same time, lol. An error on the authors part?

I like the oil lamp solution. The changes have been made.

[[User:Akirasav|Akirasav]] 18:00, 28 September 2008 (PDT)

taking into account that the guy is an archiologist nut, i'm fairly sure he'd know what an oil lamp looks like, but if the author wants it as a kettle it can be a kettle

Also, I've noticed in my further translations, that it seems to be called a "water pitcher/vessel/container/etc", instead of a "lamp." That is, until Sierra's father calls it a "lamp" specifically. So in the end, I'm wondering if it should be made to be "water xxxxx" instead of "lamp," until Sierra's dad calls it a lamp, because that's the first time it is actually referred to as a "lamp."

[[User:Seaghyn16|Krikit]] 09:16, 30 September 2008 (PDT)

Fixed.

FYI Krikit, there were a couple instances in the new text where the was a split in the middle of the paragraph. Its not really much trouble for me to press the delete key twice, but I figured you'd want to know in case you had some kind bad typing habit.

[[User:Akirasav|Akirasav]] 14:25, 30 September 2008 (PDT)

Thanks Akira ;). As for my bad typing habit, I just noticed problems with copying text over from notepad to the wiki. For some reason, it re-formats my paragraphs and stuff, and I do miss a few ;)

[[User:Seaghyn16|Krikit]] 20:56, 30 September 2008 (PDT)

Are all the instances of 'magic maid' 'Magic Maid' 'maid of magic' correct? Each has a different meaning. I just want to make sure.

For the 'abzurd', I would suggest using the invisible notes.  rather than the link.

[[User:Akirasav|Akirasav]] 14:33, 7 October 2008 (PDT)

Thanks for pointing this out. I've gone back and changed it for the text. I got rid of "maid of magic" and just put the two sentences as "magic maid." (Lower Case). The next sentence I went from "I don't want to be a magic maid" to "I don't want to be some kind of maid who uses magic..." because the text talks about using magic, I thought the feel would be lost by just saying "magic maid," plus it's different from the other two examples. I think it works a bit better now. anyway, I'm' not about 71% done. I slowed down a bit recently thanks to some school work, but I'm hoping to get another 2 pages out today.

--[[User:Seaghyn16|Krikit]] 03:12, 9 October 2008 (PDT)

I am just a casual reader on here, and saw a couple mistakes. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to come in here and post without permission, so if I'm not, just delete this, and I won't do it again.

'"Anyway, just take that ring to a pawnshop and trade it for some money, after that just start being thrifty."
"PAWNSHOP! SAVING!"' -This seems like it should have said "PAWNSHOP! THRIFTY!" I don't know the original text, but it seems as if she is repeating the two words he said earlier. Another option could be to change it to "...just start saving." and leave the "PAWNSHOP! SAVING!" alone

'"Apart from you daughter, for an adult to have that kind of tone, it really annoys me."' -Should it be "Apart from your daughter"? Typo?

'"You're young still. Just blow off the rules the adults have!"' -"You're still young..." sounds more natural, but maybe the strange wording was intentional?

[[User:chickenwing71x|chickenwing71x]] 14:49, 10 October 2008 (EST)

Talk:PuiPui:Volume1 Chapter1

2008-10-10T18:52:34Z

Chickenwing71x: /* Discussion */

== Krikit's Stuff ==

I'm just doing this for my records, and I will continue to update it. If you want to check my progress translating, yet there are no updates to read, check here. (woops, messed up...I've uploaded up to page 28 to the wiki, but it's only 18 pages in. text starts on page 11, not page 1.)

=== Uploaded to the Wiki: ===

Chapter 1: '''31/49'''

=== Total Translated: ===

Chapter 1: '''45/49''' Pages (October 11th, 2008 2:05am Tokyo +9:00)

== Discussion ==

with the "kettle" i believe most people would know what a "magic" lamp looks like, FYI its an oil lamp, this would also make more sense in line with the theme of the book unless they aren't meant to know what the lamp is yet...

[[User:Speerous|Speerous]]

Hmmm, I see your point, and actually, it makes alot of sense. The only thing I can think of, is the word "lamp" is too much of a give away....but if it was "oil lamp" giving it another purpose, that could actually really help with it's description. The manga Shadow is translating, shows the lamp in it's images, so it is kind of a give away ^_^. And the part I just translated too....I think yeah, we should at least know it's an "oil lamp." Anybody out there want to go through the text and edit it for this? change any "kettle" sections, to "oil lamp?" (be careful, Nicolai uses a teakettle, of russian style, when making Sierra's tea, that really is a kettle :). But yeah, if someone wants to change it, go for it.

[[User:Seaghyn16|Krikit]] 09:17, 28 September 2008 (PDT)

"a dull golden shining object."

An object can't be both dull and shining at the same time, lol. An error on the authors part?

I like the oil lamp solution. The changes have been made.

[[User:Akirasav|Akirasav]] 18:00, 28 September 2008 (PDT)

taking into account that the guy is an archiologist nut, i'm fairly sure he'd know what an oil lamp looks like, but if the author wants it as a kettle it can be a kettle

Also, I've noticed in my further translations, that it seems to be called a "water pitcher/vessel/container/etc", instead of a "lamp." That is, until Sierra's father calls it a "lamp" specifically. So in the end, I'm wondering if it should be made to be "water xxxxx" instead of "lamp," until Sierra's dad calls it a lamp, because that's the first time it is actually referred to as a "lamp."

[[User:Seaghyn16|Krikit]] 09:16, 30 September 2008 (PDT)

Fixed.

FYI Krikit, there were a couple instances in the new text where the was a split in the middle of the paragraph. Its not really much trouble for me to press the delete key twice, but I figured you'd want to know in case you had some kind bad typing habit.

[[User:Akirasav|Akirasav]] 14:25, 30 September 2008 (PDT)

Thanks Akira ;). As for my bad typing habit, I just noticed problems with copying text over from notepad to the wiki. For some reason, it re-formats my paragraphs and stuff, and I do miss a few ;)

[[User:Seaghyn16|Krikit]] 20:56, 30 September 2008 (PDT)

Are all the instances of 'magic maid' 'Magic Maid' 'maid of magic' correct? Each has a different meaning. I just want to make sure.

For the 'abzurd', I would suggest using the invisible notes.  rather than the link.

[[User:Akirasav|Akirasav]] 14:33, 7 October 2008 (PDT)

Thanks for pointing this out. I've gone back and changed it for the text. I got rid of "maid of magic" and just put the two sentences as "magic maid." (Lower Case). The next sentence I went from "I don't want to be a magic maid" to "I don't want to be some kind of maid who uses magic..." because the text talks about using magic, I thought the feel would be lost by just saying "magic maid," plus it's different from the other two examples. I think it works a bit better now. anyway, I'm' not about 71% done. I slowed down a bit recently thanks to some school work, but I'm hoping to get another 2 pages out today.

--[[User:Seaghyn16|Krikit]] 03:12, 9 October 2008 (PDT)

I am just a casual reader on here, and saw a couple mistakes. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to come in here and post without permission, so if I'm not, just delete this, and I won't do it again.

'"Anyway, just take that ring to a pawnshop and trade it for some money, after that just start being thrifty."
"PAWNSHOP! SAVING!"' -This seems like it should have said "PAWNSHOP! THRIFTY!" I don't know the original text, but it seems as if she is repeating the two words he said earlier. Another option could be to change it to "...just start saving." and leave the "PAWNSHOP! SAVING!" alone

'"Apart from you daughter, for an adult to have that kind of tone, it really annoys me."' -Should it be "Apart from your daughter"? Typo?

'"You're young still. Just blow off the rules the adults have!"' -"You're still young..." sounds more natural, but maybe the strange wording was intentional?

--[[User:chickenwing71x|chickenwing71x]] 14:49, 10 October 2008 (EST)